#some of the nail polish i used we’ve ad for a while so it was a bit nostalgic for me

[asqadia-banthen]

yall i painted my nails in the middle of the night

i painted em all different colors cuz i thought it would be funny

i have no nails because i always bite them off qwq

and im just bad at putting on nail polish

aaaaand i went to bed when the top coat was still soft so some of em look like shit

so they look funky and bad, but i tried

(dont mind my nubby hands 😔)

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 3.08

“We’re not leaving.”

“We can’t stay here.”

Glenn shakes his head. “If Rick says we aren’t running, then we aren’t running.”

You readjust your arms slightly so Judith is in a better position as she feeds from the bottle. Since the governor's attack, there has been a contentious debate within your group about what to do next, adding to the growing tension. You personally wanted to leave, but without everyone's agreement, it would be impossible to do so. The best thing for your group to do was wait until the middle of the night, turn all the lights off, and try to sneak out, but there was no point in sharing that idea since it was probably too late.

“No, it's better to live like rats.”

You scoff at Merle, who was locked in one of the cells. He was a rat. Rick clicks his tongue. You ask, “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn’t we? I’m sure he’s got scouts on every road out of this place by now.”

“We ain’t scared of that prick,” Daryl grunts. It was hard to take his rough exterior seriously as he walked up and down the cell block so Jace, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, wouldn’t wake.

“Y’all should be. That truck through the fence was him just ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he’s got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to.”

Maggie glares at him, “Let’s put him in another cell block.”

Daryl shakes his head. “No, he’s got a point.”

“This is all you; you started this!” Maggie yells at Merle.

Another argument starts with whether the group should stay or leave. Your brother turns and goes to leave the cellblock, and you step in front of him. The look shared between you is a silent exchange of the unspoken burden you both carried. What happened to you, Woodbury, triggered something inside Rick. “We can’t ignore this; the governor will come back for us, and we need to be ready.”

When your brother starts to walk by you, Hershel furiously yells at him, “Get back here!”

Rick freezes on the spot.

“You’re slipping, Rick. We’ve all seen it, and we understand why, but now is not the time. You once said this isn’t a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family’s life in your hands, so get your head clear and do something.”

—

Daryl comes into your cell while you’re sitting on the floor reading to Jace. He sits down on the edge of the bed. His legs brush against yours as he stretches his limbs out.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you say, taking Jace off your lap to let him crawl. “I haven’t had the chance to say it yet, but thank you for showing up when you did and saving my brother. I’m glad you’re back.”

He says nothing and picks at the dirt underneath his nails.

Something about his actions pulls at a memory—something you’d kept locked deep inside your brain for so long you almost forgot. Your lower lip trembles slightly as you remember Shane kneeling in front of you, begging you to say something as you chip the green polish off your nails.

“What’s going on between you and Glenn?”

You pause before answering, “nothing.”

Daryl glances down at you; he knows you’re lying. There was friction in your friendship with Glenn again; not only had he brought up Shane trying to kill to prove a point, he tried to convince your brother and Hershel to hand Merle over to the governor, despite what it would do to his brother. The irony was that Glenn was one of the kindest and softest people you knew, but the trauma he suffered was causing him to lash out.

“Pfft, fine, don’t tell me.”

You swat at Daryl’s leg playfully, saying, “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Fine,” he said huffily. You knew things were hard for him with everyone in his ear bitching about Merle. “Why’s the kid running around collecting poles? Or is that another secret?”

“Stop teasing,” you laugh.

He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle. “Seriously though, Carl is hellbent on finding everything on the scavenger hunt you sent him on.”

“I wanted to keep him busy and made him a list. Beth offered to go with him and make sure he doesn’t stray into a cellblock we haven’t cleared yet. I’m going to sharpen down the poles he brings back, and once nightfall comes, start picking off the walkers. The last thing we need is the fence coming down and then swarming in again.”

“Is this your idea or Rick’s?”

“Mine.”

Daryl looks down when Jace hits his leg with a toy. He leans over and picks him up. “Your mom really is some kind of zombie-fighting wonder woman, huh?”

You smile while watching how gentle he is with Jace for a few moments until the sound of someone running catches your attention. Out of breath, Carl holds onto the doorframe and says, “You need to come now.”

Alarmed, you get to your feet. “Carl, what’s wrong?”

“Andrea is outside.”

Holy shit.

This could be bad. “Was she alone?”

He nods. “I think so.”

Daryl places Jace onto the floor and rushes by you to get his arrows. “Whatever happens, y/n, guard the block. Anybody comes in here that you don’t know, light their asses up.”

Carl leaves right after. You step out of the cell and see a frightened-looking Beth holding Judith in her arms and Hershel. Your stomach turns; a teenage girl and a cripple would be no match for the governor’s men. “Take them and go into the cell right up the back; I’ll cover the door into the block. If anybody gets by, shoot them.”

Beth nods and does as you ask. It was hard to know if Andrea was a threat or not; she could have easily been manipulated or could have turned on your people for the governor.

Hershel pats your shoulder and says, “I’ll go with Bethy. I doubt anybody will get past... but if they do, I won’t let them near Jace and Judith.”

You let out a shaky breath, nervous for what was to come next. “Thank you; lock the door behind me.”

—

Sitting on the table in- front of the doorway, you tap your fingers against your thigh rhythmically with the others to return. You could hear footsteps and voices getting closer by, but the seconds seemed to drag on.

Rick met your eye as he opened the gate leading into your cellblock. You knew from the first look that he didn’t trust Andrea. You knock on the table and say, “Hershel, it’s safe.”

The older man unlocks the gate and joins the rest of you. Andrea lets out a loud gasp and claps at her mouth when she notices his missing leg. “Hershel, oh god.” She steps out of her embrace with Carol and glances around the room. “I can’t believe this. Where’s Shane?”

“He didn’t make it.”

“Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry.” She looks up at your brother and says, “And Lori?”

A lump forms in your throat, preventing you from answering for him. When Rick’s eyes become glossy, Hershel says, “She had a girl. Lori didn’t survive.”

“Neither did T-dog,” Carol adds.

“I’m so sorry.” She looks genuinely taken aback by the news of so many deaths. “Carl… Rick. Shane… I just, how did he die?”

You and Daryl exchange a look. In a gruff voice, he says, “The last thing any of us needs is to relive those moments at a time like this.”

Understanding, the blonde nods her head before changing the subject. “You all live here?”

At first, nobody says anything, then Glenn finally answers, “Here and the cell block.”

“There?” She points in the direction of the area you slept in. “Well, can I go in?”

Rick steps in front of her and says, “I won’t allow that.”

“I’m not an enemy, Rick.”

“Your boyfriend tore through our fences yesterday with a truck full of walkers and shot us up. And the vicious bastards he brought with him had Carl and Beth pinned down outside. They were trying to kill a couple of kids.”

Her eyes are filled with denial. “He said you fired first.”

“Well, he’s lying,” Rick deadpans.

In a softer tone, Hershel says, “He killed an inmate who survived in here.”

“We liked him. He was one of us.”

“I didn’t know anything about that. As soon as I found out, I came. I didn’t even know you were in Woodbury until after the shoot-out.” Andrea was borderline defensive in her tone, and it was clear she wasn’t ready to hear what really happened.

“That was days ago.”

“As I said, I came as soon as I heard,” she says, spinning around to face Michonne. “What have you told them?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t get it. I left Atlanta with you people, and now I’m the odd man out.”

“He almost killed Michonne. He tortured me and y/n, and he was going to kill us,” Glenn clarifies.

“With his finger on the triggers,” she points at Merle. “Isn’t he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?”

Your tongue pokes at the gap in your mouth, feeling for the tooth Merle knocked out.

She lets out a deep sigh. “I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done. But I’m here, trying to bring us together. We have to work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out; we’re going to kill him,” Rick says bluntly. “I don’t know how or when, but we will.”

She looks at him, horrified. “We can settle this. There is room at Woodbury for all of you.”

“Did your boyfriend tell you this?”

“No.”

Shaking your head, you stand up and ask, “Then why did you come here?”

“Because he’s gearing up for war. The people are terrified; they see you as killers. They’re training to attack.”

“I’ll tell you what. Next time you see Philip, you tell him I’m going to take his other eye.”

Andrea crinkles her nose at Daryl’s comment and looks back at your brother. “Rick, if you don’t sit down and try and work this out, I don’t know what’s going to happen. He has a whole town looking at you; you’ve lost so much already. You can’t stand alone anymore.”

“Unless you’re planning on helping us get inside and bring us to him, I’ve heard enough.”

—

While sewing two thin blankets together to make them thicker, you think about Andrea defending the governor and how she couldn’t explain or excuse the things he did. Is that how you sounded when talking about Shane? Shane had done a lot of bad things over the years, but you always tried to defend him. But he was nothing like the man who was trying to slaughter you all like animals for sport.

Your ears perk up when you hear a baby fussing. It wasn’t Jace because he was sleeping, so it must have been your niece. You peek your head out of the cell and see Carol placing the newborn into Andrea’s arms.

“Oh, look at you. Let me guess, Daryl named her ‘ass-kicker. That’s not her real name.”

“Judith.”

“Judith,” she repeats. “Hi, Judith, how precious are you?”

You weren’t sure why, but something about their interaction left you feeling uneasy. It was most likely a protective instinct to keep your family close and safe. You didn’t think Andrea was a real threat to Judith personally, but the blonde couldn’t be trusted.

“What happened to Lori?”

“During a C-section, Maggie and y/n…” The sadness in Carol's voice hurts to hear. It couldn’t have been easy for her to be around children after losing her own daughter not so long ago. “Carl had to-”

“Oh, my god.”

“T-dog died, leading me to safety.”

Andrea’s eyes gloss over. “And Shane?”

“Rick killed him. That night we left the farm, and the whole Randall thing was a lie. Shane tried to kill Rick.”

Your stomach drops. No, no, no. You wanted to scream that they were wrong and that Rick did nothing wrong. Your mother used to tell you that love calls for sacrifice, and losing Shane to keep your brother was exactly that. Salty tears roll down your cheeks. You were terrified that night would never leave you. It would never end.

“But Shane loved Rick.”

“And Shane loved Lori,” Carol said. “I feel bad for y/n. First, her fiancé cheats on her, then tries to kill her brother. Some people just have a string of bad luck.”

“Oh,” Andrea pauses before saying, “Ricks become cold. Unsteady.”

Your tears of sorrow and guilt quickly turn to hurt and anger. Something about her word choice triggered you. Hearing enough, you wipe your eyes before stepping out of the cell, making your presence known. You hold out your arms and say, “Give her to me.”

When the blonde hands your Judith, you smile at your niece and kiss her forehead. Maybe you were overreacting, but bad mouthing a man while holding his daughter was in bad taste.

Andrea lets out an exasperated sigh. “Y/n.”

“Unsteady? When I refused to tell your boyfriend our location, he forced me to strip my clothes off and had one of his goons cut me in the leg so I couldn’t run. He put bags over our heads and made me and Glenn kneel on the ground. If my ‘unsteady’ brother hadn’t turned up, they would have put bullets through our heads.”

“I’m sorry.”

You look at Carol and say, “You’ve never told us what happened before.”

“You should know better than to gossip with someone on the opposite team.”

“Andrea,” Rick suddenly calls up from the ground floor. “I think you’ve over stayed your welcome.”

—

Everyone had gone outside except for Beth, who stayed to watch over the babies while you attempted to wash some of the group's clothes while the rest saw Andrea off.

With the weight of your emotions threatening to overwhelm you, you try your best to focus on the task at hand. What happened to you in Woodbury, hearing Carol's pity hurt. Andrea choosing to go back to the governor hurt.

Beth notices your red eyes and asks, “What’s wrong?”

“It's nothing,” you lie, trying to brush off her question. “Really, I’m fine.”

She sees right through you. Beth places the box of formula down, runs around from the other side of the table, and hugs you from behind. Using the back of your hand, you muffle a sob.

Everything still hurt, but it felt good to let some pent-up emotions out.

—

In a low voice, you motion to Beth, who is singing, “You have a good girl there, Hershel; she has a heart of gold.”

He smiles proudly.

Standing between Hershel and Daryl, you move over slightly when your brother comes to join, and your arm presses against Daryl’s. The contact was minimal, but just the feeling of his warmth seems to slow your rapid heartbeat.

In a quiet voice, Daryl says, “Some reunion, huh?”

“She’s in a jam.”

“We all are,” Hershel sighs. “Andrea’s persuasive. This fella’s armed to the teeth, bent on destruction.”

You look across at your brother and ask, “So, what are we going to do?”

“We match it. I’m going on a run tomorrow.”

“One of us should go with you.”

Rick offers you a small smile. “I’ll take Michonne. And Carl, he’s ready. You three hold it down here.”

“Got it.”

[deepautumncolors]

💅🏻 ~Manicure Monday~ 💅🏻

Hi everyone! We’ve had some unseasonably warm weather for a few days over the past two weeks, but this week it’s going to drop back down to temperatures in the fifties. Since it’s also going to be rainy and cloudy for the most part, I decided to paint my nails with a polish that’s a little darker while still being a pretty color for the springtime.

This lovely color is called Purple with a Purpose. I can’t seem to find much information about it on the internet, but I did find out that it was released in the OPI Brights Collection for the summer of 2005. Even though it’s almost twenty years old, they are still making it and I found it at a store right here where I live. This is one of the seven new bottles that I bought myself last month. I would describe this color as royal purple, and it really does make me feel like a queen! It has tiny pink and blue flecks that give it a beautiful shimmery finish. I started out wearing two coats because that’s what I usually do, but this morning I added a third one in order to cover up some of the dents that I accidentally made in them last night.

I have some lighter purples and some darker ones, but I haven’t owned a purple in the middle like this until now. I can’t believe it took me this long to find one, but I’m glad I finally did! The formula was very easy to apply, which is what I expected. I normally have an easier time applying shimmers than cremes, but that could just be me. My toenails have been bare for the past few months, so I put a couple coats on those too in case we have an unexpected warm day or two sometime in the next month and I want to wear flip-flops. You’re probably thinking, “When is this girl going to shut up and show us the pictures already?” so here they are.

Shade:

Today it rained and hailed, and then the sun came out after I took my first set of pictures so I went back outside and took some more. You can see the pink undertones in the sunlight!

Sunlight:

What do you think of this purple? Do you think it’s regal or regular? Don’t forget to check out my OOTD posts to see what color clothes I wear with this polish all week, and I will review another new color in two weeks!

[edennails991]

Summer 2023's Biggest Nail Trends Include Lavender Chrome and the Fancy French

The pros give us the rundown.

by ADELAIDE GIESEY

While the fashionistas of the world dust off their miniskirts and strappy sandals, us beauty lovers are plotting our nail ideas for the upcoming season. Summer is when we tend to get more creative and playful with our manicures, which means the more inspo you can find the better. So it only felt right to turn to the experts to see what they predict will be summer 2023's biggest nail trends.

“Last year, the trends seemed to focus more on the bolder, more neon colors, with hot pink being one of the colors of Summer 2022,” says Deborah Lippmann, brand founder and celebrity manicurist. “I think for this summer, we will see more of a shift into the your nails but better look.” This comes as no surprise with popular trends such as milky manis and glazed nails continuing to dominate both on and off the red carpet.

However, Mazz Hanna, CEO of Nailing Hollywood and celebrity nail artist, believes that no matter what the celebrities are doing you should find what speaks to your own unique style. “There are no rules when it comes to what colors or designs to do on your nails,” she says. “It’s all about what each person loves and makes you feel your best.”

Below, Lippmann and Hanna break down the seven nail trends they predict will be everywhere for summer 2023.

1.Pastel Polish

2. Your Nails But Better

“I think there is an elegance to having a natural nail look,” says Lippmann. “Subtle nails are becoming more 'on-trend' especially with the continuing clean girl aesthetic that has taken the space by storm in recent months.” She notes that the milky nail trend can also fall under this umbrella and suggests using a shade such as Deborah Lippmann Gel Lab Color ($20) in Like A Virgin to achieve that natural milky look.

3. 3D Nails

Celebrities like Dua Lipa, Lizzo, and Rhianna regularly wear nail art that gets multi-dimensional—and soon, so will you. “3D nails will continue to be popular throughout the summer, especially with all the innovation in the builder gel space,” says Hanna. She predicts this type of accent might even make its way into pedicures as the weather heats up.

4. Glazed Brights

“What is great about the glazed nail trend is that while it gained its popularity through a neutral glaze, it can be added to just about any manicure for that added shimmer,” says Lippmann. “So whether you want a bright pink or a subtle pink, anyone can take part in this trend.”

5. Fancy French

We’ve all welcomed the return of the French manicure, but according to Lippmann, expect to see a rise in colorful interpretations of the classic style. “The options are limitless from what color the base coat is, to what color the tip is,” she notes. “I have already seen some combinations of colorful french tips with added designs, and I think we will see more of the pastel or even floral takes on the french manicure this season.”

6. Blush Nails

Korean blush nails gained popularity in the US last fall, and according to Hanna the style is having a resurgence just in time for summer. Think of the trend as a fresh take on a sheer ombre pink—the color is concentrated in the center of the nail to give that blushing effect.

7. Almond Tips

An almond-shaped nail is a long oval shape with a soft point. It's very popular among those who choose to get extensions or tips since it pairs perfectly with nail art, but can also be achieved if your natural length is long enough. “I think it's very European and chic, and this is the nail shape I see being requested the most right now,” says Lippmann. Think of this as a slightly elevated version of your typical rounded shape.

8.Lavender Shades

There are summer shades and then there are signature summer shades. Both experts agree that lavender is going to be the color to take over our feeds this year. “People have added lavender to their neutrals list for the season and I think many will be loving a lavender manicure, and even adding designs or a chrome finish to elevate the look,” says Lippmann. Hanna also suggests easing into the shade with a soft ombre design.

Source from: byrdie.com

[emanueltheodorus]

Doves and Rainbows  (Tae Young Fluff Fic)

Summary: After the last night’s exhausting day, Robaire, Jesse, Aaron T., and Aaron Z. treated Tae Young to his well deserved rest.

Warnings: Just some mentions of the hate comments and bullying from last fic. Otherwise, it’s all fluff :)

Jesse wakes up to find a sleepy Tae Young yawning after the last night’s exhausting hours. He smiled at Tae’s adorable demeanor after having a good night sleep during the whole night.

“Morning Tae. Had a good night sleep?” Jesse asks endearingly.

Tae smiled and nodded in response. He has never felt this relieved before ever since he let out all of his emotions last night. Bottling all of those pent up emotions had caused him lots of pain, and he’s relieved that he can release them out.

The other members had gotten up already and were preparing breakfast downstairs. They also had something for Tae to help him heal from last night.

“Come on, let’s get you downstairs. The other boys are preparing something special for you.” Jesse ushered Tae lovingly to get up and get him prepared for morning’s surprise.

“Okay, just a minute alright?” Tae answered with a sweet tone. Jesse nodded and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, the boys had finished making breakfast. Aaron Z. also made Tae’s favorite pancake and blueberries. They noticed Tae was coming downstairs and greeted him.

"Morning Tae," greeted Aaron T. "Z has just finished making your favorite meal. That one’s for you, "he pointed at the plate of pancakes.

Tae noticed the plate and was happy about it. "고마워, Aaron!" Tae thanked Aaron Z. while eating his breakfast.

“It’s nothing,” chuckled Aaron Z. “After what happened last night, I couldn’t bare to see you in such conditions. The least I can do is to cheer you up this morning.”

“Yeah, and by the way, Robaire got something special to announce!” Aaron T. said excitedly.

“Yep,”  said Robaire. “I’ve talked to the managers this morning. They agreed to give us a full week break!” He added with a big smile. “And we’ll get to spend time with you all day!”

“Wait wait wait, are you actually serious?” Tae asked with surprise. “I mean... you don’t have to do this. What about the fans?” He asked with concern.

“Tae, the most important thing about this is your well being,” Jesse said while patting Tae’s shoulder. “We can’t perform with you feeling like this.”

“Yeah, and besides, we’ve already told our fans through our website that we’ll be taking a break this week.” said Aaron T. “Most of them understand your condition.”

“Wow... I can’t believe this. Thank you guys so much!”  Tae said as he hugged his bandmates. “You guys are way too kind. 난 너희들을 무척 사랑해!”

The other members responded with a series of “No problem”, “We’re glad to help”, and “We love you too”.

After breakfast Aaron T. took Tae to walk in the park. During the walk, Tae constantly rambles about many different kinds of animals and Aaron T. gladly listens to him and he finds his ramblings quite cute. They then spotted an injured dove, of which Tae immediately took it to his care and they rush to the nearby rehab center to nurse it back to health. Aaron T. had always loved how cute Tae looks when taking care of the doves. Such a pure heart had to be tainted by the evils of the world.

After taking care of the injured dove, it’s Aaron Z.’s turn to spend time with Tae. He took him to the nearby nail salon, much to Tae’s excitement. While Aaron Z. has never been a big fan of nail polish, he would gladly do it as long as Tae Young is happy. Tae got himself a freshly coated blue painted nails, while Aaron Z. also gets himself a matching blue one. That way, if someone ever insult Tae for having nail colors again, they would have to go through him first.

Then Robaire took Tae to the nearest cafe for lunch. Robaire ensures that he will pay for anything Tae wanted to eat. Tae decided to order some sweet korean pancakes and a milkshake. Most of the lunch went smoothly, until the cafe’s TV plays a rerun of the Nighty Night Show of last night that falsely accused the boyband of many kinds of rumor. Noticing this, Robaire immediately payed the bill and took Tae out of the cafe as soon as possible even though he’s not finished, and thankfully Tae didn’t hear the part where the host calls him a girl. Robaire apologizes for it and said he can make new pancakes at home, in which Tae respectfully declined and said he gladly enjoyed the lunch anyway.

And finally Jesse took Tae to see his kids. Normally, whenever the band’s on a day off, he would use that time to visit his kids. Tae Young is also a big fan of children, almost as much as he loves animals. Jesse always noticed how he would play with his children as if he’s their mother. It’s because he noticed how gentle and caring Tae is to his children, and he would hold the children so gently even if they are playing a little rough on him. He definitely thinks that Tae would someday be a great parent in the future

Tae is completely satisfied today. But what he didn’t know is that the other members had one last surprise for him.

“What is this?” Tae asked, noticing a big book that said “Tae Young: Our Special One”

“Well, while you were out we’ve compiled all the best things about you.” Aaron T. explained.

“Open it up, Tae.” Jesse said, while taking out his guitar. “It’s also best if you read it while we accompany you with our special performance.”

Tae then open the book up and readit while the rest of the 4*Town members perform “Nobody Like U” for him.

“I've never met nobody... like you. Had friends and I've had buddies... it's true.”

The first few pages contains childhood photos of him, alongside photos when the band was formed. Tae found this to be heartwarmingly funny, and he’s also touched by some of the words pasted in it.

“But they don't turn my tummy... the way you do. I've never met nobody... like you

The next few pages contains photos on his performance onstage. Tae never realizes it, but the photos featured a lot of awesome stuffs he did during the whole show. And fan messages are posted everywhere, reminding Tae how special he is to them. Tae couldn’t help but feel his tears building up.

“You're never not on my mind, oh my, oh my, I'm never not by your side, your side, your side,”

And finally, the last few pages of the book contains the photos of Tae and the members individually. Every single moment, from when making mischief with Aaron T., dancing with Aaron Z., going to a cafe with Robaire, and spending time with Jesse and his kids, And right beside them, is a special message written by all four of them, explaining how important Tae is to them. Tae now really struggles to keep his tears in.

“I'm never gon' let you cry, oh cry, don't cry, I'll never not be your ride, or die, alright.”

As the song finishes, Tae closes the book, leaving him speechless.

“Well... what do you think of it?” Robaire asked with a loving smile.

Tae walks up to him and hugs him, and every single member soon followed. He didn’t say a word, just pure cries of joy, now he really sees how special he is to them. The boys gladly embraces him back in a pure hug.

“We love you, Tae,” Jesse said endearingly.

“And nobody will ever say otherwise,” Aaron T. added in.

“Morons who say that can go anywhere else.” Aaron Z. chimed in.

“You are special to us Tae. This band wouldn’t be here without you. You are important to us and we all love you.”

Tae wiped a few tears and finally managed to say a few words.

“I... Thank you... all of you,” Tae said with pure happiness. “ You guys are the best family I could’ve ever asked. I love you guys... 다 사랑해요” The band share one final embrace before heading to their bedrooms to rest. Tae Young couldn’t be any happier. The world may be cruel to him, but one thing’s for certain: he will never have to go trough any pain alone.

The End

NOTES: Well after putting you guys through the pain last night, I think it’s only fair if I treat you guys for a fluffy fic that y’all deserved. P.S. I used google translate for Tae’s korean parts, so apologies if it’s inaccurate. @sammiedoesstuff @tyngluv @hugsforvarian @tebzwspaceman @merymikey @r0ck3n1buk11

[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | flirting

request: hey could you do a headcannon about how the guys would flirt with you before you're together? i always thought josh would be the slightly childish type of flirting, like the 'lets measure our hand sizes' type of flirting. however, i'm not sure what your thoughts are on this and would love to know!!!

josh.

i feel there could be two extremes to what josh flirting with you means: either he’s all blushing, shy around you as he tries smoothly complimenting you and failing completely to be subtle; or he is so good at it that you never realize he’s not only flirting but also winning your heart. all i can be sure of is that this man is going to use two things: his eyes and his words. watch him look up and down at you while you speak, adding short compliments, short enough to make you blush but not enough to make you realize he’s flirting. i think he would be super charming, sensitive and a bit extra too, but you may never see it coming.

with josh, let’s say you two met at a music festival. he had seen you from the stage while he waited for jake’s solo to be over. however, he quickly realized you weren’t with the crowd, and you seemed to be chatting with friends, unaware of the performance he was displaying. he couldn’t take his eyes away from you, and he made it his mission to approach you. once the band’s turn was over, josh rushed to clean up, get changed and be ready to find you. he believed you were waiting for greta van fleet to be over for the next artist to come, so he expected to find you at the same spot. as planned, josh saw you near the same stand he had seen before, so all he needed was a little self-encouraging speech before approaching you. your friends seemed to ignore his presence when he greeted you from behind, starting with a small compliment on your tattoo. you were trying to be polite when you thanked for the comment, but josh was not ending the conversation right there. he hooked you up with questioning the story behind your tattoo, as you seemed to have a lot to say about it. you thought you were going insane when you caught the mysterious man eyeing you from heads to toes, resting his stare on your lips several times. maintaining eye contact was harder than expected, as it appeared like he could pierce your soul with his stare.

“wow” he finally spoke after you were done “you sure as hell got an amazing mind”

you smiled shyly at his comment, not expecting such an answer from him

“it truly means a lot to me” you reassured, watching josh take a step closer

“i can see that” his smile was even more charming than his voice, and you were wondering if he wasn’t some guest of the show “so tell me, what artists were you expecting to see?”

“stevie nicks! i actually bought this ticket just to see her, i have been wanting to watch her perform for years”

“got an amazing mind and really good music taste; how are you not a creation of my imagination?”

you were once more blushing hard as he smiled at you, not losing the chance again of stealing a few glances from your outfit. based on music, you two managed to chat for hours, exchanging phone numbers with the excuse to show each other songs you recommended. you had no idea where this was going, but you were surely never going to forget josh.

sam.

no, oh my god, sam is definitely the childish type to flirt. i see this man not giving one fuck about how obvious this is, but it’s adorable anyways. like, we paint sam as this cool guy, but we’ve seen how shy he can be and around a person he likes but is not romantically involved, i feel like sam would be shyer than we think. i see him trying to sneak in some comments, like comparing hand sizes or height, or like asking about your nail polish and stuff.

i’m obsessed with comparing hand sizes, so i’m definitely going with that one. it’s easy to say, you were completely unaware that one of your best friends was into you. it was nice, having formed a small group of six college classmates during your freshman year. they had been your rock, your partners in crime for years and you could never be thankful enough. surprisingly, however, you and sam were not as close as you were with other guys in your group of friends. yes, he was there and could always make you laugh and drinking with him was a wild but fun adventure. yet, you barely could talk with him, despite the years of friendship. it didn’t help that your girl friends would always joke about you two making a good couple, so it wasn’t weird to think you hadn’t been able to truly meet sam. however, for the past days he had been staying closer to you. you weren’t complaining, as sam had a special warmth that always felt like a nice coat over your shoulders. he had been more talkative with you, first getting out some small conversation before actually making you good company. one night, however, you felt something changing in the air, as your small group of friends had left you by the bonfire alone with sam.

“are you cold?” sam asked while watching you approach your hands to the fire

“a little bit” you admitted with a shy smile

“let me help”

you could barely react as sam took your hands in his, using someone’s jacket to rub your hands. that small feeling of coldness was soon gone as sam now held your hands with his. you hadn’t noticed until now how close he was sitting to you, his warm breath hitting your face as he chuckled at how foolish he looked while rubbing your hands together.

“your hands are so big compared to mine” you commented, giggling too at the corny thought

“i’ll be the judge to that”

you could swear you watched sam wink at you before putting the palm of his hand against yours. you were blushing like a teenager, hiding your face with your other hand as sam kept on pulling your fingers, making jokes about how small they were. all you could suddenly think of was, why did you have butterflies in your stomach?

danny.

danny is always quiet and shy, right? i mean, based on interviews he seems to not say much but to say a lot when he truly speaks. that was so contradictory, oh god. what i mean is that, when danny actually speaks, his words have impact one way or the other, so i can see him being that way with flirting too. i don’t know why i feel like the conversation would be started by you, but he would not ignore the chance of flirting. i also feel he would use his eyes too, like josh, to eye you around. maybe some other physical action, like playing with your fingers while you talk. he’s gonna let you talk all you want, but he’s definitely sneaking in a very strong compliment that will have you overthinking every word you speak.

i have the visual image you met danny at a bar. you two were sitting by each other’s side, though each mind was in its own world. however, you couldn’t help but overhear his phone call, where he happened to mention meeting your favorite band. he seemed to like them as well, so you waited until he was done to respectfully bother his private time to ask about what you so happened to casually hear. you couldn’t see it, but something inside danny clicked as he landed eyes on you. he hadn’t been so starstruck by someone before, and he just seemed to not be able to take his eyes off you. he shortly explained how he meet the band, though words were barely coming out as he was still trying to calm down from seeing your face. you were an excited child, a huge fan of the mentioned band who couldn’t contain the happiness inside your body. you began telling him about the time you watched the band live with your ex boyfriend, but danny wasn’t paying attention. with a hand supporting his head as it was resting on the bar, danny had a small smile while watching you talk. he allowed his eyes to look at you well, noticing small details and taking in everything he could see. by now he was definitely not subtle, and you felt observed under his stare. it didn’t feel bad, not at all; you felt desired in the greatest way possible. you stayed in topic as you felt danny’s hand taking yours, his fingers grabbing your fingers as he stroked them slightly. you could feel goosebumps on your skin because of the small but precious physical contact. and then, he spoke.

“you’re so beautiful” the words escaped his mouth with no warnings, yet danny did not show one sign of regret

“what?” you were speechless at his not-so-rude interruption

“i can’t believe how pretty you are” now danny felt his cheeks burn, but he was trying hard to show he could be cool and flirty

“god, stop!” it was your turn to feel your face burn, and you took the chance to take a sip of your drink

“sorry for interrupting, i needed to get that of my chest” he put a hand on his chest as he nodded slowly before adding “please, continue”

you did as he asked, though his compliment was still rotating around your head. the night continued pretty much the same, with danny making small compliments that could make your head spin within seconds. he was a prince charming, and you couldn’t wait to see him again.

jake.

now, with jake, i feel he would be like a weird balance. let me explain myself: he’s gonna be respectful, complimenting you in simple ways; however, jake wants to talk, he wants to have a conversation with you and he’s not gonna care that you can barely talk as every compliment he makes, as random as they can be, are making you lose your ability to speak. i see it as jake would start with a simple compliment, asking questions to get to know you more. but then he would continue making other kinds of compliments, he just wants to see you blush at his words.

i always make all the jake scenarios be during tour but honest to god, i have a thing for jake during tour so let me be. anyways, on this occasion, it wasn’t even his own tour. along with josh, jake had visited a singer he had befriended a while ago. this singer was having a concert at nashville, and jake was not gonna miss the chance to see him live and later have a conversation backstage. however, his artistic friend had failed to share with him the fact that he had hired a new makeup artist, who happened to be you. as you had befriended the singer as well, you would casually stay around backstage before, during and after each show. you had watched jake and josh enter the waiting room, and your eyes met jake’s instantly. you smiled kindly at him, like any person would do. however, his eyes were stuck on you, completely immovable throughout the whole night. you were standing, firstly, in front of him, in silence as you listened to the conversation josh was having with the singer. later on, jake moved around, so he could now be standing by your side.

“i like your hair” were the first words he spoke to you, as he closed the conversation between you two

“thank you” you played with a strand of your hair, avoiding eye contact as you knew it could make your knees shake

“you always dye it?” he seemed very into the topic, and somehow you felt more comfortable

“i like trying new styles” you shrugged, now being able to look at him in the eyes

“it suits you perfectly” his voice was not even shaking as he spoke in the sweetest way ever.

you smiled once more, losing all sort of confidence as his presence was so strong. you felt dominated, unable to stay in composure. he was fresh and cool, and yet he showed signs of sensitivity and shyness. like a perfect combination of both sides, jake was making you smile with every word spoken.

“what’s the next color you plan on doing?” he asked once more, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his lips

you continued on talking non-stop, explaining your past experience with dying hair and what you had planned for the future. nothing mattered as jake was concentrated on your lips, watching them move and thinking about closing the space between you two. however, he couldn’t ignore the attraction he felt for you, and he soon had in mind asking you on a date.

[moonlightlullaby]

no celebrations?

summary: Corpse and reader celebrate his birthday in the most chill way. Based on this lovely request (ty again for sending it!) 

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: fluff

warnings: food ingestion; alcohol ingestion; loads of physical touch (let me know if I forgot to mention anything)

A/N: Hello (: This is such a lovely concept, I just couldn’t wait to get started hehe Also, I got a bit carried away and just went with it, so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you’d pictured. I do hope you enjoy it tho <3 Take care!

word count: 2.4k

Masterlist

Walking into our shared bedroom, I catch the sight of Corpse exiting the bathroom. As our eyes lock, my lips curl up tiredly and a long sigh I didn’t even know I’ve been holding finally frees itself. He sits on the edge of our bed and extends his hand to me. When I take it, he pulls me so I stand in the space between his legs.

“How was the day?” he asks with both of his hands on my waist. 

I hum, quirking a brow and tilting my head a bit “At least tomorrow - you know, the most unspecial, completely ordinary day of the year -” this earns a giggle from my boyfriend “is Sunday and I can just ignore all of that” I wave my hand in the direction of the adjacent room, where my laptop - filled with texts, assignments, spreadsheets and appointed Zoom calls - is. 

At my words, Corpse wraps his arms around my figure, pulls my body even closer to him and plants a kiss on my stomach through my shirt. My hands, in turn, caress his upper back and soft hair. 

Coming in contact with the string of his eyepatch in the process, I lean back slightly, which causes him to shoot up at me with a small frown and pouty lips. He sits still, though, as I carefully remove his eyepatch, and, while his eyes are still closed, I give each of his lids a peck. He smiles and tilts his head up to meet my lips in a long, tender and effortless kiss. Oh finally.

The idea of quarantining together was welcomed as a blessing by both of us. It meant more time spent together after all. However, with my school and work demands and Corpse’s irregular schedule, we still barely see each other throughout the day in spite of being a few feet apart from one another. And when bedtime rolls in, we’re both so exhausted all we can do is mumble words that could be counted in the fingers of one hand before drifting off. This, of course, when my boyfriend doesn’t stay up until dawn working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m his number 1 fan and admire his passion and all the hard work he puts in everything he sets his mind to, but I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t miss his warmth at night. Hence I want to devote this Sunday to him.

After a while, I break the silence “I’ll be right back.”

I let go of his hold and take my turn to use the bathroom. After doing my night routine, brushing my teeth and getting into my cozy pajamas, I walk back in the dark room and lie down, settling myself back in Corpse’s hug like two puzzle pieces matching together.

~~~~~

The excitement for a new day - not any day, no, but August 8th - washes over me as soon as I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the sleepy boy next to me. 

A couple of minutes go by as I contemplate on getting up, torn between prolonging our cuddling for some more and doing something to show Corpse my appreciation for him. The latter wins and I, cautious not to wake him up, slowly unwrap my arms from him and step out of the bed. Drawing the curtains to make sure the summer daylight doesn’t disturb his peaceful state of mind, I make my way out of the room and to the kitchen. 

Wondering what to make for breakfast, I take a good look around until my eyes catch the plethora of fruits we’ve bought a few days ago. Fruit salad it is. 

Corpse has, for as long as we’ve known each other, made it very clear he isn’t too fond of his anniversary and similar celebrations - and, even if he hadn’t explained it to me, it’s rather evident how uncomfortable they make him. This year, his friends’ and especially his fans’ hype for the date - although unintentionally - has added an extra layer of unease to it all, to which I don’t intend to contribute.

Even though I don’t want to make matters worse and would never overstep his boundaries like this (because, thankfully, I’m not Betty Cooper and he isn’t Jughead Jones), I still want to celebrate Corpse. I want to celebrate his birth and his existence, which I’m immensely grateful for. He’s both the best friend I can confide in blindly and the lover I want to share my lifetime with. He sticks to his truth and dreams higher than I could ever imagine. He turns the darkness in the world and in his mind into light with his words and with his laugh. Having him in my life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and seeing him fly makes me more proud than I can put into words. 

There’s a lot to toast to, so the solution is a celebration that is so smooth and so chill - the smoothest and most chill possible - that it doesn’t even feel like one. Just log off and enjoy a laid back day together.

As I chop a kiwi and make a mental list of fun and uncomplicated things we can do that don’t require much time and many skills, in walks Corpse, in an old white tee which is one too many sizes bigger than him and in his black sweatpants. He rubs his eyes and lets a raspy “good morning”.

“Mornin- wow! They really weren’t lying when they said when you hit 24, hotness knocks at your door”

He chuckles and shakes his head “No one’s said that”

“Well, then consider yourself the muse of a new proverb, baby”

He scrunches up his nose in response before grabbing the cup of orange juice I’d placed on the counter and taking a gulp. 

“Thank you” he turns my face and gives me an orange-flavoured kiss, neither of us having ever really cared about morning breath. 

“For calling you hot? Oh save it to when I’m done with the list of cheesy compliments I have for you” I take a grape and before I can get it in my mouth, he steals it, with wrinkles on the corner of his eyes.

“Then we’d be here for eternity!” he’s not wrong.

Corpse helps me put the fresh fruits in bowls and, with them and our juice cup in hand, we head to the balcony. Sitting next to each other, we calmly eat, take in the light blue sky and the cars and passersby changing the scenery ahead of us. Conversation flows naturally.

As we empty our bowls - after stealing many bits from each other -, I twist in my seat and face him “Hey, Corpse, do you see this?” I point to the very prominent and familiar dark circles under my eyes. “Wanna help me get rid of them?” I ask, knowing damn well it’d take a lifetime for them to actually go away and not giving up regardless.

~~~~~

The bathroom is filled with chatter and laughter and the sink, with hair clips, scrunchies, a sharpie, bowls, hair products and a towel. Corpse hisses as our cool homemade face mask comes in contact with his skin. His curly hair is pushed back and held by a blue hairband and I apply the mask to his face, making sure not to leave any spots uncovered. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do, which becomes an unnecessarily challenging task when my lovely partner can’t be still for more than two seconds. 

He kept switching between dancing to Soulmate, by Mac Miller, and mouthing its lyrics. Now that I got him - after a small threat that I wouldn’t hesitate putting this weird mix we made in his pretty mouth - to keep his lips together, the (adorable, admittedly) swaying, however, continues. He stops momentarily, only to shuffle things around right after.

Something cold touches my skin, making it my turn to let out a hiss this time. The sound is accompanied by a small jump, caused by the surprise. Corpse chuckles and, when I glance at the spot on my arm the cold thing came in contact with, I realize it’s just the sharpie. All he does is give me a mischievous smile.

While I keep massaging his face and covering it with the mask, Corpse litters my body with his drawings. Smiley faces, lightning bolts, hearts, clouds... his repertoire is vast and any exposed skin he can find becomes his canvas. Each line causing me to giggle and shudder a little. With him focused on his creations, it’s 10 times easier for me to complete my task. 

“Alright, my turn” he states, smiling, and I’m quick to grab the sharpie. 

As he adjusts a matching hairband on my head, I put a dainty heart on his neck. And, as he takes the bowl in his hands, I swiftly plant a kiss on top of the drawing. At this, he sighs in content and my chest gets warmer.

I soon understand how hard it was for him to stay still as Stay comes on and all I want to do is have a little karaoke session and dance. Corpse entertains himself with my struggle and, because it’s his birthday, I’ll let it slide. So, to make the whole process easier, instead of focusing on the song, I focus on the gorgeous face in front of me. A beautiful face to a beautiful soul. 

One of the various perks of sharing an apartment with Corpse is I get to see this face in all ways: sleepy, completely clean - no makeup, no mask -, all wrinkled in the morning, red when he’s embarrassed or when he laughs too hard… His laughter. Its sound pulls me from my trance “You’re staring, y/n” 

“Well, at least I wasn’t moving around, Corpse” I reply with squinted eyes and nudge his side playfully. 

We begin collecting the things scattered across the sink and storing them in the cabinet, and the song comes to an end, giving way to Dang!

“How long do we keep these on?” 

I hum at the question and check the playlist on shuffle on my phone “How does 5 minutes and 2 seconds sound?” 

Facing him, his grin mirrors mine and he spins me around. We laugh and allow ourselves to be as goofy as possible, jamming and moving our limbs around with a green paste on our faces.

~~~~~

After washing off the masks in the shower and painting our nails - so we’re both rocking the black nail polish look -, we’ve set our minds to - finally - finish the puzzle we started two months ago. It’s a 90’s anime setting inspired composition and we’d gotten about 40% of it done before our schedules got more hectic and the game, well, pushed aside. For weeks, the pieces sat on the ground of our living room and silently judged us every time either of us stepped to the side, as we crossed the room, in order not to crush them.

Sitting around the puzzle with comfy clothes, we team up against it and indulge in the wine Corpse’s got us and the hawaiian pizza I’ve ordered. 

As the picture comes more and more to life, moments of comfortable silence and of chattery - when we talk about anything from our shopping list and gossip about our neighbours’ lives to parallel universes and the matrix - follow one another. A different playlist on shuffle is our background noise. 

Time flies and the sun’s already hidden when it clicks to us that there are only 5 pieces left. Each piece is fitted in the whole with a giddier feeling than the previous. Corpse picks the last one - deep blue with purple and black specks - and turns to me with an excited smile and an eager gaze that I’m sure are mirrored on my face. I nod encouragingly. He places it in the puzzle and celebratory sounds fill the room.

Corpse stretches his arms and pulls me in a hug, but, since we’re both kneeling and because of the distance between us, we end up falling and lying on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions. 

“Come on, puzzle, that was easy breezy! Gotta step up your game if you really wanna challenge this duo right here!”

“Oh for sure!” Corpse squeaks as we laugh at our nonsensical brag.

After a moment while we catch our breath, he rubs my back and speaks, pulling my attention to him “Not that I’m not loving this position, but what if we watched some Drag Race?”

Is this man real? If I couldn’t feel his heart beating under me or his arms around my figure, I’d be sure he’s just a figment of my imagination. “But it’s your b- don’t you wanna choose something you like more? Li-” 

“Nope,” he boops my nose “Drag Race, or maybe Love Island, would be great right now.” And people still dare say the perfect man doesn’t exist!

“You’re such a dream!” I give him a quick peck before continuing “Ok, so I put on the show and you get more wine…?” He hums in approval and stands up. Our eyes briefly jump from each other to the puzzle and back to each other, then we simply nod. A silent agreement to leave the puzzle here. We’re both too lazy to put all the pieces back in the box and too proud of our achievement to let it go just yet; besides, everything’s been sitting here for about two months, what are a few more hours?

He steps to the side, gets our glasses and makes his way to the kitchen. I lie on the couch and scan Netflix for Drag Race. Corpse comes back, placing the glasses next to the couch, and gently lies down on top of me. He nests his head on my chest and we both hum contently.  

While RuPaul announces what the winner’s prize will be, I play with his hair, letting my fingers knead his curls. His right hand flies up to meet mine and I bring our intertwined hands to my lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses. The gesture is cut by a loud laugh that escapes my lips as miss Vanjie Mateo’s iconic moment replays on the screen. 

“Hey,” Corpse’s voice makes me look right back at him “I love you. You know that, right?”

My heart melts at his words and at the way he’s looking at me right now. I nod with a smile.

“I love you too, birthday boy.”

[crumpled--notes]

Puppy Love

AmeLiet Week Human/Idol AU ao3 Rating: G Words: 1474 Summary: Tadas takes Alfred to a puppy cafe before he has to go back to dance practice.

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 Tadas didn’t look up from his book as he tossed the water bottle previously sitting on the small table next to him. He smirked when Alfred let out a hissed curse, but it sounded like he’d managed to catch the tall, pink-and-green bottle.

 There were white lines along the side, but instead of measurements in liters or fluid ounces, there were statements Alfred called Girl Boss Proverbs: Don’t dream, do; Remember your goal; #Hussle; Make expectations, not excuses; Keep feeling awesome; Sore today, strong tomorrow.

 Tadas had bought it as a joke (plus, it had only been three dollars) two years ago, but Alfred still used it everyday. He had even added some vinyl stickers, most from their friend Feliciano’s Etsy shop.

 “Done for the day?” Tadas stuck a Pokemon card into the book to mark his place. “Don’t drink so fast, širdelė. I added ice cubes earl—” He stopped as Alfred groaned and leaned against the wall, head bowed.

 Sighing, Tadas took off his reading glasses, taking his time as he fished the green case out of his backpack. Once his glasses and book were packed up, Alfred was fine again and rubbing his forehead with the cloth draped over one shoulder.

 “Just a break,” Alfred muttered, but despite the displeasure in his voice, he was smiling. “Artie says we’re behind schedule, so it’s going to be a late night to make sure we’ve all got the moves down for the music video this Saturday.”

 “The puppy café’s right next door,” Tadas suggested, laughing at the huge grin that spread over his husband’s face. “You can eat something light and unwind with the dogs before coming back…”

 “Three hours,” Alfred said into the spout of his water bottle as he held up three fingers. His red nail polish was chipping, but it would be taken off and replaced with silver holo polish on Saturday, anyway.

 “That’s enough time.” Tadas intertwined his fingers with Alfred’s, bringing another smile to the idol’s face.

 They’d have to stop holding hands when they left the building—the manager wanted all the guys to look available—but Tadas enjoyed the warmth of Alfred’s hand while he could. They were still together in every way that mattered; he didn’t like the idea of ending up partially in the limelight as Alfred Jones’s Husband, anyway. This was just fine for him.

 As they walked, Alfred finished his water and handed the bottle back to Tadas, who slid it into the holder on the side of his backpack. With his other hand now free, Alfred waved it around as he talked about the dance number, the previews he got to see of what the special effects would look like, the interview coming up, and the webcomics coming out that his company partnered with.

 “First one’s just gonna be about me, Yong Soo, Francis, Carlos, Romano, and Feliks before we came to the company—fictionalized, though, to make it more like the whole being discovered thing, not months of applications and sending in videos and sitting through interviews.” Alfred frowned a bit as they approached the door, but he smiled when Tadas squeezed his hand before letting go.

 Alfred moved first, so he could hold the door open for Tadas, who nodded gratefully and asked, “And to help set up a backstory for your and Carlos’s ‘rivalry?’”

 Chuckling, Alfred scratched the back of his head. “I swear, sometimes I think that guy enjoys roasting me a little too much.” He let go of the door and caught up with Tadas with only a couple strides.

 Tadas wasn’t much shorter than Alfred, but the idol had longer legs and had a faster stride when he wasn’t walking with Tadas or down a red carpet.

 “It’s fun to watch, though,” Tadas said, thinking of the planned dance battle between the two during the group’s last interview.

 Alfred losing had not been part of the plan, but the interviewer had thrown in a song at the end to try tripping them up, and while Alfred was a good dancer, Carlos was much better at improvising and thinking on his feet.

 Laughing at the memory, also thinking of that interview, Alfred shook his head. “That bastard’s face… trying to trip us up to show how manufactured everything is—probably pisses me off, so much ‘cause he’s right. Carlos definitely deserved that win, though, and I know the Carmano shippers loved seeing Romano actually break through his ‘bad boy’ image and give Carlos a hug after.”

 “They’re going to go nuts when they finally learn they’re married,” Tadas said, keeping his voice low out of habit whenever he mentioned any relationships of the guys in Alfred’s group.

 Alfred laughed and opened the door to the puppy café for Tadas, bowing dramatically as they heard the sound of kids laughing and dogs barking. “After you, my good sir!”

 Shaking his head, Tadas entered and waved at the host, Ludwig. He’d looked up from his textbook at the sound of the bell attached to the door, and he gave a small smile around the pen in his mouth. Ink dotted the scruff on his chin, and there was an uncapped highlighter behind his left ear, marking his hair with pink spots.

 “Got a table for two?” Tadas asked. “Sorry for being a bit early. Alfred needs to get back to the studio in a few hours.”

 Moving the reservation book out from underneath his textbook, Ludwig took the pen out of his mouth. “It hasn’t been too busy today, so you’re lucky.” He made a note. “Table in the back behind the fern good?”

 “Perfect,” Alfred breathed, and Ludwig nodded in understanding.

 He’d tried the idol thing already at his older brother’s pushing, but he hadn’t been able to handle the stress. He also hadn’t enjoyed the contract that had made it so he wasn’t able to tell anyone about dating Francis, the two now engaged. Francis would be leaving the group next once his contract was up, and Arthur wasn’t sure if he’d find someone else or leave them as a group of five.

 Despite the circles under his eye and the five o’clock shadow when Ludwig was usually clean-shaven, Ludwig honestly looked happier. He smiled easier and opened up more, especially when one got him talking about veterinary medicine.

 Ludwig guided them to their table, promising that Marie would be by soon with their drinks.

 He started walking away when a bloodhound puppy bolted out of the puppy room, tripping over her own ear before Ludwig could catch her. Alfred gasped and cooed as Tadas laughed while Ludwig smiled and scratched the wiggling baby behind her floppy ears.

 “This is Pepper, by the way,” Ludwig laughed as Feliciano stumbled out of the room, shutting the door behind him before more dogs could escape. “She’s a bit of an escape artist, even if she doesn’t look it at first.”

 “Sorry!” Feliciano gasped, and he took Pepper from Ludwig. “Me and Erzsi didn’t notice Arik trying to open the door until it was too late.”

 Distantly, Tadas heard a woman lightly scolding someone. “No harm, it looks like.”

 “Yep, no harm.” Ludwig nodded to Feliciano, who nodded, smiling. “You’re fine, Feli. My dad isn’t going to fire you just for one puppy escaping on your first day.”

 “Yeah….” Feliciano gave a nervous chuckle. “Thanks, Luddy. I’ll head back in.”

 Ludwig waved at Tadas and Alfred as he left, and Marie arrived soon after with Tadas’s coffee and Alfred’s water. They already knew what they wanted, having come here enough times to have the menu memorized.

 “Do you think Hero’s still here?” Alfred asked as he sipped his water through the metal straw Tadas handed him (he kept a case of them in his backpack).

 “Y’know, we could always adopt him,” Tadas suggested slowly, nervous and already anticipating Alfred’s answer.

 Looking down at the table, Alfred said, “Um… I’d love to, but…”

 “I wouldn’t mind caring for him,” Tadas assured, tea eyes soft. “I love the little pittie, too, and I could use the reason to start getting active again. My knees popped when I walked up the stairs to class this morning.”

 Alfred chuckled, cheeks dusted with red. He bit his bottom lip and slowly looked up. “You sure? I’m starting to have to travel more, and it’s already…”

 “It’d be nice to have a dog while you’re touring, especially one that reminds me of you,” Tadas said. “He’s      almost     as whiny as you are, too.”

 Alfred tried to glare but laughed, glasses slipping down his nose. “Okay… then… if he’s still here, we’ll ask Ludwig for a form!”

 “I called ahead,” Tadas informed his husband, smiling and muscles relaxed now. “He’s here, and I already sent in the money. We just need to sign on the dotted line.”

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

Two Best Friends Going to the Thrift Store!! (They Don’t Kiss)

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Summary: Bobby and Flynn decide that watching people get their nails painted isn't fun, so they figure that shopping is the only answer.

Warnings: swearing and a sickening amount of platonic friendship

Words: 1,472

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Flynn groaned from where she lay sprawled out on Julie's bed.

"I'm bored," They complained, idly picking at the covers, "I'm too gay and adhd for this."

Bobby agreed from his spot on a beanbag. "Don't get me wrong, I love the vibes, and if anyone can pull off red nail polish, it's Reg, but watching nails get done? Not my version of a hot girl summer."

Julie rolled her eyes at them and continued painstakingly painting Reggie's thumbnail, making sure it was completely even before responding.

"First of all Flynn, don't pick at the blankets, your nails are still drying, second of all, Bobbin, you are literally nonbinary. You don't get a hot girl summer."

Bobby clutched dramatically at their  chest, purposefully deepening his voice and pouting.

"Jules! The pain- who knew you were the gatekeeping girlboss of the Molina family? That's so transphobic." They paused, clearly waiting for someone to stand up for him. No one did.

"Fine, I see how it is. It's because I'm amab, isn't it? If Luke and Alex were here, they would let me have a hot girl summer."

Reggie piped up, "They probably wouldn't. Luke would be on Julie's side, and Alex would either agree with Willie, or if they weren't here, say something sarcastic about how you haven't earned a hot girl summer."

Bobby huffed, flipping over on the bean bag so he was basically upside down, and made a face at Reggie, who only smiled and shrugged, his cheeks lightly pink.

Flynn laughed but didn't disagree, and Bobby glared at them before flipping them off and haughtily crossing their arms. She only cackled more and he gave up, scoffing under his breath.

Julie hummed quietly under her breath as she worked, and Flynn made various noises to stim in an effort to not ruin her nails, but otherwise the small group fell quiet.

Finally Bobby couldn't handle the silence and pushed themself up, stretching and ruffling Reggie's hair before grabbing Flynn around the waist and lifting them up onto his shoulder, ignoring her protests about being careful of her nails, and heading for the door.

"Flynn and I will be back, we've got hot he/they and she/they shit to do." Flynn grumbled from where they were thrown over his shoulder, complaining about how they treated her like a rag doll, but didn't put up a fight to leaving. After all, she had been bored too.

"Alright half-pint, where to?" Bobby gingerly set her down once they made it outside, this time noticeably more careful about their nails, and she gave a nod of thanks.

"I'd pinch you for calling me that, but my nails are still drying," She glared disapprovingly at him, but they only gave a cheeky smile and started walking, leaving her to follow. 

"I think there's a new thrift store we could check out; I've been meaning to get some nice platform shoes."

Bobby nodded in understanding and plucked at their black shirt, which they had cropped himself "I've been wanting a new crop top or two," They replied.

Flynn checked out their outfit and raised her eyebrows approvingly. Bobby was sporting his black crop top, a pair of red high-waisted cut-off shorts, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. Their hair was loose, and he had black winged eyeliner to finish off the look.

"You can't really go wrong with a crop top," She agreed, and he grinned in response.

"Thanks half-pint." They went to rub his knuckles on her head, but laughed and pulled away when they threatened him with being called a CisHet���.

"Hey hey!" He gestured placatingly as he laughed, "No need to be harsh!"

She rolled their eyes, but gave a soft smile and bumped their shoulders together.

They slung their arm over her shoulder and started walking again.

~~

The thrift shop was mostly empty of people when the friends got there, but the selection was good and they both enjoyed searching the racks and showing off the random treasures they found tucked away, like a pair of boots that would have been a near perfect match of the combat boots Bobby was wearing, except for the fact that they were a beautiful floral pattern, and an adorable button up with sunflowers and bees that Flynn found between an atrocious neon orange jean jacket, and cute quarter-zip jacket with handmade embroidery on it.

Bobby paused their search for the Perfect Crop Top to hold a teal dress against his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Flynn.

"Well, what do you think? Figure this would convince Julie that I deserve my very own hot girl summer?"

Flynn snorted and shook her head, grabbing a garish purple dress with more frills than square inches, and handed it to him.

"Try this," They smirked, "You'd have the hottest girl summer of us all. Might even catch yourself a man in that outfit."

He stopped as if considering, and then regretfully shook their head, "I couldn't. There's only one person I'd want to catch, and I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad by being the hottest in the group." He winked and bit his lip to make the fuck-boy face, to which Flynn responded by slugging them in the arm.

"Never, and I mean never, do that at me again, and also? I literally exist. I'm the hottest of the friend group. We all know this." She posed for a second and then turned back to the dresses, eyeing them up and down and smiled to themself.

"'Only one person'," They teased, partially pulling out a sequined pink dress and wrinkling their nose before glancing back at Bobby, "Please, you are head over HEELS for him. I'm surprised you haven't made a move yet honestly."

She grabbed a lavender sundress and held it up for his approval.

"Cute, I like it for you. And it's not "surprising" that I haven't made a move. I'm just... being patient. Besides little miss disaster lesbian, you haven't stopped pining over Carrie in years, and you haven't even asked her out once!! at least I've done more than that."

Flynn spun on him, "What?! You didn't tell me?!?!?"

"Wait wait wait, it wasn't anything big!" Bobby held up their hands and took a step back, "We were all up until like, four in the morning, and high on lack of sleep and all that, and I said we should all go on a double date. Luke pouted because he didn't want to go without Julie, and Alex was already asleep, so it was just me and Reggie.

"I guess now that I think about it, it was kind of a date? But like, a platonic one." They shrugged and turned back to searching the racks of clothes, but Flynn wouldn't let go of it so easily.

"So you're telling me you went on a date, with your crush, alone, and you think he doesn't like you back?! Are you fucking kidding me?? Oooh, pretty!"

They paused their rant momentarily when a cute pair of pants caught her eye, and she held them up to see how they looked. Flynn put them back and shook her head.

"Anyways, he's as much in love with you as you are with him. And. I'm getting these sunglasses because fuck you, that's why." 

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I wasn't going to tell you not to, but aight. And he might like me back. It's not like-" They waved their hands vaguely, "- like Luke and Jules." 

They were practically made for each other, and it was never a question about whether or not they liked each other back. They just. Did. 

"With Reggie it's different. He's been through a lot Flynn, and I'd die alone a thousand times before hurting him. I just don't know if he feels the same about me."

They were both quiet for a bit, flipping through hangers and assorted shoes. It wasn't an awkward silence, just a thoughtful one, and Bobby was grateful that Flynn was able to tease and annoy, but ultimately listen and offer advice too. They were a good friend, and Bobby wouldn't trade it for the world.

After a while they went to check out, the cashier offering them a smile and polite goodbye when Flynn pushed open the door, warm air flowing around them as they began the walk back to Julie's house. 

"Hey Bobbers?"

"Yeah half-pint?"

"I don't think the boys, or you, would ever let you come close to hurting Reggie. And by the way? He tooootally likes you back."

"Yeah?" He gave a grateful smile.

"Yeah."

"Thanks half-pint." They laughed when she flicked them, and pulled her into a hug before linking their arms and singing a song under his breath.

It was a good day to have friends like his.

[angelsfalling16]

I rlly like how you've written a few nonbinary Baz fics! If you're still taking prompts, maybe a fic where Baz comes out as nb to Simon while they're dating? <3

Sorry for the delay with this one, Nonnie. I actually wrote it when I first received your prompt, but I forgot to post it. I hope you like it! <3

*

Baz

Simon is rambling on about his day - an assignment he’s struggling with and some drama he overheard at the bakery - but I’m struggling to pay attention.

He’s a lot happier and enthusiastic than he was for the first couple of years after we left Watford, and I’m happy for him. He has really come into his unknown and found happiness despite all the shit life has thrown at him. I’m proud of him.

Right now, though, all I can think about is something I’ve been wanting to tell him for a few months now. I’m nonbinary, and I don’t know how to tell him.

I’ve looked it up about a thousand times now - how to tell your loved ones you’re nonbinary - but none of it seemed all that useful to me. I tried writing down what I wanted to say to Simon, but the words wouldn’t come. And it’s not like I need to explain to him what it means to be non-binary — he learned that from Shep — but it’s one thing to accept others as non-binary; it’s a whole other thing to accept someone you’ve know most of your life as one thing as something completely different.

I’m afraid that he’ll look at me differently once I tell him, like I’m not the same person he fell in love with.

Simon is still talking, and I take in a deep shaky breath as I look down at my hands, at the pink nail polish that adorns my nails.

Simon has been nothing but complimentary about my nails or the way I occasionally throw on a top that isn’t normally perceived as masculine. But appearance isn’t the same thing as identity. Just because he likes the way I look, it doesn’t mean he’ll like who I am.

“Simon, I need to tell you something,” I blurt out in the middle of the story he was telling me.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, looking a little worried.

“Yes. I just...It’s pride month.”

“I know. We’ve been selling our pride pastries like crazy this month, and people seem to have suddenly begun to notice the gay flag that I have worn every day to work for the past year.”

I nod and take another deep breath, struggling to take in enough air. I feel tears burning at the backs of my eyes. They always come with this sense of panic, but I refuse to let them spill at this moment. I have to say this.

“Simon.” I pause, clenching my hands into fists to keep them from shaking. “I’m non-binary.”

I can barely breathe as I wait for his response even though it comes a moment later.

“Oh,” his tone is neutral, and I think I might combust into flames right here if he doesn’t say something soon. He reaches out to squeeze my hand, and I draw my eyes up to meet his. The look on his face is so soft that it takes my breath away. “I’m glad you told me.”

“You don’t seem surprised. It doesn’t bother you?”

He shrugs, ever the one for words. “You’re still you. You’re still the person I fell in love. Now I just know a little more about who you are.” He pauses briefly before adding, “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me.”

The tears do start to fall then.

Simon is saying the most perfect things, and it’s then that I realize I’m going to marry this guy one day. I could never find someone else as caring and stubborn and perfect as him. He’s it for me. He’s my person, and I’ll never feel this way about anyone else.

I can feel a stupid smile growing on my face, and I lean forward to kiss Simon

I won’t ask him to marry me today, but someday. Perhaps one day soon.

“I love you,” I say, pulling out of the kiss.

“I love you, too.” I’m still relieved to hear him say that, even though he has already said that he accepts me for who I am. It lifts all of my worries off of me. It’s a relief to know that I can be my true self with him.

[marmosa]

short fuse.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: zero proof reading, ha sorry 

A/N: hey guys, so i’m swamped with work rn so my writing process is totally stunted, so i’m sorry about the wait for a new fic. aside from that, i hit 118 followers??? that’s absolutely insane to me that 118 people wanna stick around to see more of my work, it makes me undeniably happy and so proud. So thank you, thank you, thank you. i wanna celebrate somehow, but i’m running dry on ideas. i shot a soulmate!au fred by my best friend and she was keen on it, so i’m leaning towards that, but i do want to celebrate in a way that caters to you guys. so my inbox is open for suggestions and requests while i handle personal obligations. sorry this was a bit of a long a/n, but i just wanna thank you all again so very much for choosing to stick around. it means a lot to me. thank you and enjoy <3

***

“I haven’t got a single clue as to what you’re talking about, she says! That’s a load of rubbish if I’ve ever heard it!”

[y/n] finally laxed and looked up from her hand, furrowing her brows as she continued to blow a soft gust of air onto the drying layer of nail varnish. Her eyes trailed along with Fred who was pacing around her dormitory, his face flushed in anger as he ranted on about some girl in his potions class who happened to piss him off earlier that morning.

“You’d think after Snape chewing our heads off about a less than perfect presentation she’d at least pull some of her weight! And I’m no academic mind you, but I would really prefer to avoid another one of my mum’s howlers this week,” he huffed, finally sitting down in one of the loveseats with an aggressive thump.

“If it’s angering you this much I suggest you either speak to Snape, but he’s insufferable so chance are that’ll bust. How do you feel about me hexing her?” [y/n] offered, offering him a small consoling smile, trying her best to lighten his mood.

It didn’t seem to work as the cloud of frustration continued to thunder above his head, the crease in his forehead more prominent than ever. He dragged his hand down his face and let his head loll back with a grunt, “I appreciate the offer but if I’m forced to another insufferable detention with Snape I’m going to do something awful.”

“What happened to the Fred who spends detention pranking Snape until he’s decided to stop giving you detention simply to avoid having to deal with your pranks again?” [y/n] queried, looking back up from the thumb she’d just fixed up.

“He went and died,” Fred grumbled, sinking further into his chair and frowning.

“Oh shove it, come here,” she waved him over, giving him a demanding stare when he remained deflated in his seat, “I said come here!”

He groaned like a petulant child and slid out of his chair, dragging all his weight as he shuffled over, plopping down onto the floor with a thud strong enough to shake the nail varnish container, earning himself a narrow glare from [y/n].

“Let me paint your nails,” she hummed, grabbing his hand and placing it in front of her without so much as a nod of confirmation.

He remained silent as she got to work, coating his nails in a fine layer of a lovely light blue, humming a small tune to herself as he continued to have the anger peel off him ever so slowly. As soon as she finished the first hand he silently gave her the other, resigning to blow a small gust of air onto the drying paint.

“You’ve gone all quiet, d’ya like getting your nails done?” she mused, grabbing one of the many q-tips spilled across her surface to wipe away at the still wet polish that dripped off the side of his thumbnail.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he mumbled, back-tracking when she squeezed his hand to emphasize that she was just asking him a genuine question, “a little, yeah.”

“Well then you should ask me to paint them more often! I think I did a pretty good job and look-!” she held up their hands together, pressing hers right under his just enough to where you could still see his nails, “we match!”

Fred couldn’t carry his anger anymore, a smile finally creeping its way onto his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he returned the kind gesture. His heart decompressed, his posture relaxing as he blew off his remaining steam.

“See, all better- ah! Don’t move yet, they’re not dry,” she chastised him, bringing his hands back down flat against the surface, earning herself a shocked grimace from him, “sorry, I’d just hate for it to smudge.”

“S’alright,” he blew out a breath of air, his eyes scanning her appearance as she fussed over his nails just to make sure they were still intact.

He felt another smile coming on as he admired her. A concentrated crease in her brow, her hair out of place from the morning past, robes long discarded as she got comfortable despite the school uniform. It was impossible, he thought, to not be in love with her.

“What’re you lookin’ at Weasley? Planning to kill me in cold blood are ya?” she teased, finally content with her scan of his nails.

“If you keep biting at me with all that sass, maybe I will be,” he replied, sticking his tongue out playfully and scrunching his nose.

“Well if you wanna keep coming to me to vent you’re going to have to get used to sass. Besides I’ve known you for ages, this isn’t new, is it?” she queried, cocking her head to the side.

“It certainly isn’t,” he shook his head, “doesn’t mean you should keep doing it. But I rest my case.”

“Good, because we’re gonna be late to class, come on now.”

***

“I like the color mate, where’d ya get that fancy thing done?”

Fred looked up from the parchment in front of him, glancing over to Oliver who’d seemingly already finished up with his charms notes, “oh, it’s uh, [y/n]’s. She painted them for me before class.”

“Nice. Hopefully it doesn’t get ruined at practice today, which is after class don’t  you forget it,” Oliver added, nodding his head as if he’d just aided Fred in avoiding a perilous fate.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Fred chuckled, rolling his eyes at Oliver’s typical attitude.

Oliver seemed content with that answer and went back to his work leaving Fred be. Before he could focus back on his work he felt a piece of paper pelt the back of his head, anger twitching in his temple at the annoying gesture. He glanced behind him and saw the crumpled paper on the floor, looking around the class to see a group of Slytherin quidditch players sitting around laughing amongst themselves.

Fred glowered at them and picked up the paper, unfurling it to see a few insults and some shitty grade-level doodle that insinuated Gryffindor was going to lose the upcoming match later that week. Anger bubbled within him once more as the small gesture relit the fuse [y/n] had supposedly managed to completely put out earlier that day.

Without so much as a side glance he stuck his arm out just enough to where the Slytherin’s could see it and Flitwick couldn’t, muttering a small incantation and feeling the paper burst into flames and reduce itself to ashes in his palm within seconds.

The Slytherin’s had gone and picked a poor day to get on Fred’s nerves as it didn’t take long for another few pieces of paper to be pelted at the back of his head. Unfortunately he had quite literally had it, his stool scraping behind him bringing everyone’s attention to him in the silent class as he thundered over to the Slytherin’s.

He approached them with fury biting into every step he took, his arm surging forward as he grasped the collar of one of the upper year players, a nasty glare painted onto his features.

“You’ve got something you wanted to say to me you slimy bastard?” Fred seethed, his other hand clenched at his side, ready to swing had things decided to take the turn he was anticipating.

“Yeah, didn’t you read the papers?” The Slytherin boy replied smugly, not frightened enough for the immanent danger he was in.

“I would’ve, but none of you are literate enough to form an understandable sentence,” Fred bit back, his brows set heavy on his face, anger practically rolling off him in waves.

The other boy didn’t seem to enjoy having his intelligence insulted, his own chair scraping behind him as he stood up, though it was comical to onlookers just how much taller Fred was than he.

“What’d you say to me, Weasley?”

“I said you’re a piece of shit who’s dumb as rocks.”

That was it. Fists started flying and a ruckus had immediately begun, some students cheering while others called Flitwick’s attention, begging him to intervene in the situation. Being as tall as he was, Fred didn’t have much difficulty tackling the other boy to the ground, taking a sharp swing to his face that landed with a uncomfortably loud thump. The kid cried in pain at that and was finally overtaken by his fighting spirit.

It want on like that for a while, the other kid managing to get in a few hits too, punching Fred in the mouth and landing a nasty kick to the stomach, before Professor Flitwick and another teacher who’d been panic called in finally stopped the brawl.

“Mr. Weasley, enough!” McGonagall snapped, standing in front of him as Oliver and two other Gryffindor’s corralled him to the side and away from the boy who was groaning in pain on the floor.

“But professor he-,”

“Forget detention, you need to be taken to the infirmary this instant! Wood, escort him there immediately and please try not to track blood in the corridors,” McGonagall sighed, exasperated with having to deal with yet another issue, turning on her heel to go attend to the obviously more battered student.

As Fred’s adrenaline finally subsided, pain started to seep into his face and chest, the feeling of fresh blood spilling out of his nose finally registering to him.

“C’mon mate, we’ve got to go before it gets worse,” Oliver insisted, trying his best to forcefully move Fred who was rooted in his place without hurting his injuries.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” Fred nodded, a far away quality to his voice as he and Oliver left the class to head to Madame Pomfrey’s.

***

“Is Fred here? Where is he? Oh, Fred!”

He looked up from the cup of medicine he’d just downed, his face recoiling in disgust at the flavor, eyes sealing shut as he forced it down. When he’d finally recovered from the rancid taste he saw [y/n] barreling towards him, panic glued to her features, her robes billowing behind her.

“Hey, [y/ln],” he grinned, setting the glass down and wincing in pain as he went to uncurl his hands, the knuckles still split open and raw as he waited to have them wrapped up.

“Don’t ‘hey [y/ln]’ me, what were you thinking?” she chided, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it to the side of his bed, “you look terrible.”

“Hey,” Fred pouted, endeared at her display of worry for his wellbeing, “But you honestly should’ve seen the other guy.”  

“I did and as mad I want to be, you did do quite a number on him. But your hands! Oh dear me,” she sighed shakily, jumping up to go collect some gauze, tape, and disinfectant.

“They’re not that bad,” he mumbled as she grabbed one of his hands, guiding it in her direction ever so gently.

“You always say that,” she clipped, taking a cotton ball out of its container on the nightstand and soaking it in disinfectant, “now just brace yourself, it’s going to sting.”

Before Fred could get a word out he was hissing in pain, collapsing his shoulders inward as his body shivered with the sting. She cooed sweet words under her breath, quickly replacing the cotton ball with gauze to protect the now freshly clean wound. After repeating the same process over again she set his now wrapped hands in his lap, discarding of the used things and returning the tools to their designated spot.

“All better,” she smiled, reaching forward and squeezing the uninjured part of his hand kindly, rubbing her thumb over the tightly wound gauze.

Fred’s heart swelled as he watched her, the fight feeling all the more worth it to have her fawn over him, “Yeah, all better.”

“Madame, he should be free to leave shouldn’t he?” [y/n] asked as Madame walked over, a tray of tools and medications in her hands.

“I’d wish it so. Mr. Weasley please remove your shirt so I can get a good look at your injury,” Pomfrey instructed, setting her tools down on the nightstand, “and [y/n] please move to the other side so I can get to work.

[y/n] passed him a wide-eyed glare as she maneuvered to the other side of the bed, her worry quickly being shoved to the side as he revealed his toned abdomen right in her face. Had circumstance not have been so worrisome, she probably would’ve been all over him, however the school infirmary was the last place she was going to do something like that.

She cast her gaze down, pretending to occupy herself with picking at her nails as she desperately tried to focus on anything but him. She could see him looking at her quizzically, but she still refused to cave and play into her not to so pure thoughts.

“Alright, luckily there isn’t more than a bit of nasty bruising and some small fractures. I’ll go get you another dosage of medication but it’ll require that you stay the night in the infirmary,” Madame Pomfrey nodded, lifting her tray and scurrying away, continuing onto the next ailment she had to attend to.

“Stay the night, rubbish,” Fred groaned, letting his fall back against the railing of the bed with a small thunk, his chest rising and falling softly as he stared at the ceiling.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, you’re staying here or I’ll give you different reason to,” [y/n] deadpanned, folding her arms across her chest as she finally looked up at him.

“And what will you do? Hmm?” He smiled smugly, sitting back up and folding his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing with the movement.

“I-,” her brain ran blank as she quickly averted her gaze, her leg bouncing conspicuously fast, “I don’t know. Something bad probably.”

“Something bad,” he repeated with a lilt, quirking his head to the side, “ is that ‘something bad’ bothering you, [y/n]?”

Her eyes proceeded to grown wider if that was at all possible as she fumbled to find a witty response to snip back at him, but it was no use, she was all hot and bothered and at a loss of words. She resigned herself to a small shake of her head, casting her eyes down to her lap.

“Oh,” he hummed, a smugness practically dripping from his voice, “I get it, you like what you see don’t you?”

“Okay you know what, I think you’re in good hands and you’re going to be just fine on your own and now that I know you’re not dead, I’m going to head back to my dormitory now!” She jumped up, her chair scraping across the floor with an uncomfortable screech as she turned on her heel to leave.

“Now hold on-,” he interjects, grabbing her wrist the best he could with his restricted mobility, tugging her back slightly, “I was only kidding, you know that. I appreciate you coming to check up on me.”

He watched her decompress, her eyes glancing down to where he held her wrist with a tiny smile pulled onto her lips, “Of course, any time Freddie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually must go for homework purposes, but I might be back later. Take care.”

“Take care!” he called after her.

***

Fred cozied himself into the covers, the gentle pitter patter of the rain outside the many infirmary windows becoming the background to his thoughts as he tried to fall asleep. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, folding his hands over his chest as he found himself uncapable of falling asleep.

He was bored out of his mind, usually when he found himself in similar circumstances in his dorm he had something on hand to occupy his busy brain. However the infirmary didn’t really provide much to do unless he wanted to get up, steal a stethoscope, and start playing a one-sided game of doctor.

Before he could roll back onto his side and pull the covers closer to his chin to try and force himself asleep, a small outburst of noise drew his attention. As alertness spiked in him, he quietly reached for his wand on his nightstand, wrapping his hand around it and drawing it back under the covers, his mind starting to recite as many defense hex's he could think of.

As he prepared himself to turn around he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and before he could start screaming to try and grab everyone and their mother’s attention, another hand placed itself over his mouth followed by a shushing command.

He turned his head and felt a sudden wave of relief flooding over him as he registered the faux perpetrator, his heart then picking up pace for the same reason.

“Hey,” [y/n] smiled softly, he eyes sunken in a sleepy sort of way. “I’m gonna move my hand, don’t scream.”

Fred rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less, “you could’ve given me a heads up that you were coming, I would’ve tried harder to look more presentable.”

She looked up from her open bag at her side, her brows pushing together as she stared at him with a confused yet amused look, “you look just fine, Freddie. What’re you on about?”

Fred struggled to bite back a laugh, shaking his head as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, the blanket bunching around his waist, “Nothing, nothing- hey, what’d you even come here for anyway? Couldn’t resist being away from me for so long?”

“You wish, Weasley,” she rolled her eyes, thanking her lucky stars that there was a chair nearby and she wouldn’t have to make any extra noise bringing it over, “I’m here to paint your nails.”

“Oh,” he glanced down at his hands, noticing she was, in fact, right about the presumed notion that he needed a repaint, “Are they still gonna be blue?”

“Well, I brought the lot of the varnish with me, I was just going to let you pick,” she smiled, setting the bag down into his lap.

His face beamed as he rolled the tote bag down, revealing the pile of nail varnish containers, a childish grin spreading out on his face as he browsed the collection. [y/n] smiled to herself and prepped the nail varnish remover to get rid of the cracked and chipped polish already on his fingers.

“Can I mix ‘n match?” he quipped, holding up two colors to the moonlight to get a better look at them.

“If you’d like,” she shrugged, “it’s up to you.”

“Sick! Can I do one hand black and one red?” his voice buzzing with excitement.

“Certainly, hand them over and we can start,” she chuckled, taking the two colors and setting the rest at the foot of the bed

She pulled one of his hands to her gently, swirling the cotton ball over his nails to remove the polish. A giggle escape her when he scrunched his nose at the bitter smell of the acetone, the fumes making him blink rapidly as he got used to it.

“Well that’s mad, it feels like that stuff should’ve melted my fingers off,” he breathed incredulously, shaking his head to get rid off the weird buzz that had fanned over his brain.

“It certainly does and unfortunately the effects don’t change, you can never really get used to it,” she sighed, grabbing his other hand, continuing to wipe away at the blue.

The two feel back into silence as she feel into her focused stupor, her lips pursed to blow a small gust of wind to dry the remaining acetone while she shook a bottle of varnish in her other hand. Fred watched her with wide, adoring eyes, absolutely enamored with how dedicated she was to the task at hand. He let her continue on without interjecting, for the first time that night the silence was inviting and he quite enjoyed just hearing the clink of the cap against the bottle and the intermingling of their breaths.

“You have nice hands,” she noted absentmindedly, capping the black varnish and beginning to help it dry, missing the look Fred gave her at the suggestive nature of her compliment.

“Thanks,” he hummed, redirecting his attention to the shiny layer of red on his right hand while she continued to blow air onto his left.

“Of course,” she hummed, “now let me see both of your hands, I don’t want it to be messy.”

Fred complied and shifted his body so he was facing her, setting both his hands in her own while she inspected his nails, her focus so dedicated to her task that she yet again missed the adoring look he was giving her. A smile quirked at his lips as she absentmindedly ran her thumb over his hands, triple-checking that the varnish was indeed dry.

“Well, I suppose that does it,” she nodded, satisfied with her handy work, “d’ya like it?”

“More than anything,” he beamed, “are you going to leave now?”

“Only if you want me to, I don’t have classes tomorrow morning so I have no problem staying up,” she shrugged, secretly wishing he’d request her company.

“That’d be lovely, I was having trouble sleeping anyway,” he nodded.

“Same here. I can imagine it was only harder for you with your injuries,” she noted sadly, glancing over at his still wrapped hands, the gauze looking like it was fresh.  

“It’s not too bad, Madame Pomfrey gave me some painkillers so I’m doing alright. Besides it’s not so bad since I have you,” he added, fiddling with the folded covers around his knees.

Her eyes widened a bit as she processed his confession of sorts, her heart picking up pace in her chest at his vulnerability, her next words coming out in a hush, “That’s sweet, Freddie.”

“I’d hope so,” he whispered, raising his brows as he bobbed his head in an awkward sort of nod.

[y/n] reached forward again and took one of his hands into hers, boldly lifting it to her lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his bandaged knuckles, squeezing his wrist gently. It was all too much for Fred, she’d been too kind all day and here she was sitting in front of him now, kissing his hand and smiling at him all too innocently for how badly he wanted to kiss her then and there.

But he was at a loss of words and she was at a loss of restraint, trailing her lips up so she could press another kiss to the inside of his wrist and then the small divot of his elbow, slowly but surely pulling him forward towards her. Fred didn’t mind it though, he leaned into her with every advance, his breath coming to a stand still in his throat as she neared his face.

Her chair pushed behind her with a faint scraping noise as she stood up to accommodate for their height difference, his hand now intertwined with her own down at her side as she looked him straight in the eyes. The tension in the air was palpable and though she had been taking the initiative all day, he didn’t need anyone to tell him twice just what he needed to do.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“You most certainly can.”

Though he felt himself surge forward with urgency, the entire thing was as slow and sultry as they could get it. Their lips molded together softly, gentle kisses passed between each of them, quiet endearments passed between each pause for breath before going in for more. Fred cupped the back of her head with his free hand, hers doing relatively the same as she lifted her knee to his side so she could stabilize herself.

The kisses quickly became deeper, not necessarily desperate, but long and drawn out, both of them wanting to melt into the other for eternity. [y/n] wished so desperately that the circumstance were different enough to where she could curve into him, be able to feel over his arms and chest and relish in every inch of him that she’d fallen in love with. Fred similarly thought the same, his hand squeezing hers every so often to remind himself that she was there and this was happening and she was his.

When they pulled away, [y/n] pressed her forehead to his, letting their hands unwind so she could cup his face and he could caress her hips. Their breaths mingled in the buzzing silence, heart’s thumping in their ears as they relished in one another’s presence. She turned her head to the side to pepper kisses against his cheek, tilting it downward to trace loving kisses along his jawline too. He let out a breathy chuckle, feeling bad that he couldn’t just pull her into his lap and show her as much affection as she was showing him, but he knew deep down their current options were limited.

“I adore you Freddie,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the divot where his ear met his jaw, her fingers moving to card through his hair.

Fred couldn’t believe how utterly at a loss for words he was. It was so unlike him to not have a witty word or two to put in, especially after such a moment that begged for its tension to be resolved. But after the rough day he’d had, he thought it fine to let himself receive rather than give, even if just this once.

“You’re amazing, [y/l/n],” he chuckled softly, moving his hands so they were rubbing her back gently, her shirt riding up every so often with his movements.

“As are you,” she hummed, finally pulling back to admire her lover’s face, her thumb tracing over his jaw, nose, and lips, an adoring gaze melted onto her features.

“Thank you. For all you’ve done for me today,” he added, wanting to emphasize just how appreciative he was of her, knowing he’d hopefully be able to truly make it up to her later.

“That’s what you do for people you love, right?” she smiled, biting back a giggle when his face drew into one of bashfulness.

“I suppose so,” he returned the smile, pulling her face back down for one more savored kiss, a sigh escaping her as she melted into his embrace once more, “now what do you suppose we do for the next couple hours, that is if you intend to stay?”

“Well see,” [y/n] shrugged, “now scoot over that chair is ghastly, I don’t want to sit in it anymore.”

“And were back,” Fred chuckled, obliging her request to make room for her on the bed.

“What?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” he shook his head.

“Yeah, nothing, sure,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs under her as she got comfy across from him.

“It is nothing!” he scoffed, kicking her before crossing his legs underneath him.

“Rubbish.”

“I warned you what would happen if you kept giving me sass didn’t I,” he quirked a brow, folding his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t, we may never know,” she lilted, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Fred exhaled and lolled his head to the side, unable to hide the grin on his face, “whatever, now, I bet you’re wondering how the fight went!”

“Oh yes! But spare the nasty details, I can handle it, I’d just prefer not to.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

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Our Souls Crave This Magic - Chapter Four

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: All you want is a quiet year of university as you and your best friend, Edmund move to New York City. Though, that all changes when you meet the spoiled trust fund brat, Caspian. College au.

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers

Words: 2724

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me, all characters are 18+

A/N: If you guys are reading this on your desktop then I’m sorry for the small gif! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, let me know if you want to be tagged also, I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Four - Pretty Boy

Caspian made his way through to the living room of his high rise apartment that his parents had bought for him. The gorgeous city glittered like multi coloured jewels outside of the expansive ceiling to floor windows. The whole apartment reeked of old money, which was part of the reason why he spent so much time at Ed’s loft apartment. He’d never invited Ed back here – Ed didn’t seem to mind – he was worried that Ed would start to share the same views as Y/N.

The friends that Caspian had known for years were sitting on the plush sofa, dressed up for a night out as they balanced tumblers of whiskey in their hands. Caspian remembered that they were going to a fairly new bar on the Upper East Side, a bar that had about a month waiting list. One of Caspian’s friends’, Eli turned to Caspian with a smile as he nodded to a glass of whiskey on the coffee table in front of him.

“That one is yours; you’re still coming, aren’t you?” Eli asked taking a sip of his whiskey as Caspian shrugged on his jacket.

Caspian bit his lip and shook his head, “something’s come up, something that I need to sort out immediately. I should have sorted it by now, actually,” he muttered more to himself, “I’ll meet you guys there, alright? My name will be on the list, won’t it?”

Eli nodded as he looked at Caspian with disappointed eyes while the rest of his friends sneered at him. He had known that his friends would be disappointed but it still stung, “fine, see you later,” Eli said in a harsh voice, mumbling as Caspian reached the door, “it’s not like we’ve been planning this for over a month or anything.”

Caspian sighed as he walked out into the cold night air as he quickly hailed a cab to take him to Brooklyn. Caspian wished that he was anywhere but here as he pushed past the people smoking outside of the bar but he really didn’t have much of a choice. He needed Y/N’s help, only she could help him.

The loud music pounded in his skull, was it always busy in this damned bar? He spotted Y/N leaning on the bar, talking to one of her customers, her face lighting up as she laughed and fiddled with her hoop earrings. She looked really pretty in a band tee and ripped denim shorts, she looked like someone from a magazine. Caspian thought that he should really stop staring; he didn’t want to come off as a weirdo.

Clearing his throat, Caspian made his way to the bar, awkwardly passing a couple who were making out against the pool table. As soon as Y/N glanced in his direction, the easy smile slipped from her face as she stood up straight, mumbling something to the customer that she had been previously talking to. Raising an eyebrow, she walked over to Caspian, folding her arms as she stood with her back against the back bar, crossing one leg over the other.

“I never thought that I’d see you in here again, especially not on your own. Are you lost or something?” she said, sounding very disinterested as she picked at her red polished nails.

Caspian grimaced at her, feeling a bitter pang in his chest, “trust me, I never wanted to come into this shithole ever again.”

Y/N glared at him as she glanced over at him, her lip curling, “so, why are you here? To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I need to talk to you about something, privately. Is there somewhere that we can go?”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked down at her watch, “I’ve got a break in about five minutes, you had better not waste my time,” she sighed, biting her lip, “I’ll make you something while you wait,” she offered him a small smile before she began mixing him a drink.

Caspian watched, mesmerised as she effortlessly tossed the cocktail shaker into the air and then caught it with one hand. Caspian supposed that she was just showing off but it was so cool that he almost didn’t mind. In no time at all, Y/N smirked over at him as she slid the whiskey cocktail towards him. Caspian picked it up and took a tentative little sip, it was amazing. The rich caramel flavours danced along his tongue and it pleasantly warmed his insides as it smoothly slid down his throat.

“It’s good,” he gave her a grin and her smirk almost seemed to falter.

“I know,” she laughed, “it’s on the house, by the way,” she flounced off before Caspian had the chance to object.

Caspian looked around at the other patrons as he sipped his drink and waited for Y/N, everyone seemed to be really rowdy but he noticed that they were all smiling and having a lot of fun. They all had real smiles on their faces, not fake ones that Caspian had to plaster onto his face sometimes, he almost envied them. He felt fingers tug at his hair lightly that he almost groaned before quickly remembering where he was with a flush.

A voice cooed in his ear, “are you ready, pretty boy?” Y/N smirked as she nodded her head in the direction of the back door.

Caspian swallowed and got off his bar stool and followed her through the bar, aware of all the male attention that was focused on Y/N. Y/N stiffened and Caspian could tell that she felt uncomfortable. He suddenly felt protective as he glared at all the wandering eyes; he was ready to step in if things got out of hand.

As the pair got out into the fresh air, Y/N let out a relieved breath as she leaned against the brick wall as she shakily got out a cigarette. For a moment, Caspian saw a smidge of vulnerability that she usually hid behind her snarky attitude.

“Are the men always like that?” Caspian asked sympathetically.

Y/N nodded as she lit up her cigarette, “pretty much, I was thinking of putting on some jeans for tonight but I really like these shorts.”

Caspian felt angry on her behalf, “you don’t have to change what you’re wearing because of stupid men. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I appreciate it,” she blew out a curl of smoke, “so, what did you want, pretty boy?” she was obviously feeling more comfortable because her snarky attitude was back.

“Right,” Caspian had nearly forgotten why he was at Aslan’s tonight, “so, um. I have this family wedding to go to in a couple of weeks,” he finished lamely.

Y/N quirked an eyebrow as she laughed around the end of her cigarette, “um, I don’t know what to say, congratulations, I guess?” it came out as more of a question.

Caspian felt frustrated as he ran his fingers through his hair, why was it so hard to talk to her sometimes?

“It’s a family friend’s wedding, and I kind of need a date,” he bit his lip, “a fake date,” he added and she looked up at him in alarm when it dawned on her and her mouth dropped open slightly.

“Are you crazy?! No! Absolutely not, no,” she hissed, shivering slightly in the cold night air, Caspian slipped off his jacket and offered it to her which she refused with a shake of her head, “and they say that chivalry is dead,” she teased.

“Please come with me, Y/N?” she was the only one who could go with him, he knew that she wouldn’t want anything more, “my parents aren’t expecting me to bring anyone and I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of being right about me, please, Y/N,” he pouted.

“Why me?” she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, “I’m sure that any girl would jump at the chance, so why ask me?”

“Because, you don’t like me, I know that you don’t want anything to happen between us, so there won’t be any misunderstandings.”

Y/N nodded, “I guess that’s true,” she sighed, tapping a nail against her chin, “if I say yes, will I have to act all posh?”

Caspian frowned and shook his head, he would never make her act differently, “no, of course not! There’s an open bar by the way,” he smirked.

Y/N bit her lip, looking conflicted before she threw up her hands, “fine, I’ll go with you, only for the open bar.”

Caspian grinned, feeling so relieved and he threw caution to the wind as he pulled her into a hug, the scent of her sweet perfume had mixed with the cigarette smoke and it made Caspian feel light headed, “thank you!”

Y/N laughed as she patted him on the back, “don’t mention it,” she pulled away from him and nodded at his empty glass, “want another?”

Caspian bit his lip, he did want another one but he remembered the promise that he’d made to his friends, “I can’t, I’m meeting my friends in a bar on the Upper East Side.”

Y/N nodded as she flicked away the butt of her cigarette, her face becoming stoic and closed off, “of course you are,” her snarky attitude was back in full force and Caspian noticed that her eyes had hardened.

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Tonight had been a very confusing night, in more ways than one, firstly Caspian had asked you to be his fake date for his friend’s wedding, and secondly, you had actually accepted his invitation. Though, it was only for the open bar. You were eternally grateful that it was only one date, you couldn’t imagine going on more fake dates with him. You wondered what his parents were like, they were probably awful.

You got quite a scare as you unlocked the door to the loft and walked into the living room to see Lucy’s face glowing from her laptop light, it was like something out of a horror film, “jesus, Lu! What are you doing up at this time?”

She grimaced at you as she lowered the lid of her laptop, “working on an English paper, I would have done it in my room but I would have given up ages ago if I was tucked up in bed,” she laughed before taking a proper look at you as you threw your keys into the bowl by the door, “what happened to you?”

You bit your lip as you got a bottle of water out of the fridge, “Caspian asked me to be his fake date for his friend’s wedding, and I accepted,” you still couldn’t believe it, you were willingly going to be spending more time with a man that you couldn’t stand.

A grin spread across Lucy’s face as she gasped and clapped her hands, looking very excited, “this is amazing! Do you have anything suitable to wear?” before you could even open your mouth, she shook her head, “no of course you don’t what am I saying? I love your style, Y/N but it’s not really wedding friendly,” she laughed, looking over at you fondly, “we’ll have a look at what’s in your wardrobe in the morning.”

You shot her an amused glance; you were far too tired to argue, “fine, that’s fine. Goodnight, Lu. Try and get some sleep sometime this year.”

“Night, Y/N,” Lucy laughed and you could still hear the excitement in her voice.

You sat cross legged on your bed, eating a chocolate pancake and drinking some orange juice, watching as Lucy stood in front of your bed with her hands on her hips, looking at the choice of dresses. She ran her hand over a lace one that was pretty but the dark colour wasn’t really suitable for a wedding. You still wanted to look appropriate; you didn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb.

“Are these all the dresses you have?” Lucy asked with a sigh and you nodded as you put your empty plate on your bedside table.

“You know it is, Lu,” you yawned, Lucy had woken you up at the crack of dawn so you could both go through your wardrobe; she was acting like a kid at Christmas.

She sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t think that we can really make any of these work sweetie, want to go on a proper New York shopping spree?” she asked and you had to admit that it sounded like a good idea.

“Today?” you asked, biting your lip as Lucy nodded, “fine,” you laughed, getting up off your insanely comfortable bed, “let me get in the shower first.”

Lucy nodded with a beaming grin as she squealed, “okay! I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready! I hope it won’t be too busy on a Sunday.”

You huffed out a laugh as you started the shower so the water could warm up, it was New York, no matter what day of the week it was, it would always be busy. While your tired muscles relaxed under the spray of the hot water, your mind went racing. You wondered why you were so bothered about what you were going to wear to this damned wedding. Maybe you didn’t want to give Caspian’s parents the satisfaction of knowing that you weren’t good enough. Maybe you had something to prove. One thing was certain; you definitely weren’t dressing up for Caspian. After a leisurely shower, you got out, shivering in the cold air as you blow dried your hair and got dressed before taking your dishes into the kitchen.

“Well, well, well,” you laughed when you saw who was in the kitchen, “you’re here again, don’t you have your own place?” you smirked at Caspian as you stole a piece of toast off Ed’s plate, kissing him on the cheek when he exclaimed.

Caspian narrowed his eyes at you as he took a sip of his drink, “I do have my own place, but I come over just to annoy you, Y/N,” he laughed, playful scorn spread across his handsome face.

“Sounds about right,” you mumbled, taking a bite out of the crispy toast.

Ed looked between you and Lucy, “what are you guys up to today? Does it have anything to do why Lucy looks like Christmas has come early?”

You glanced at Caspian who was looking at the both of you with interest, a slight smirk on his face but before you could answer, Lucy was already speaking up, “Y/N’s been invited to a wedding,” she shot a meaningful look at Caspian, “we’re going to go shopping for an outfit. Speaking of which, we’d better get going.”

Ed nodded as he shrugged and went back to his food, as you walked up to the door with Lucy, Caspian caught up with you, “Y/N,” he trailed off and looked at Lucy.

She winked at you, not so subtly and you felt a blush rise to your cheek as Caspian let out a deep laugh, “I’ll meet you outside, Y/N.”

You nodded, looking after her before you turned to Caspian, “you know that you don’t have to get a whole new outfit, I want you to be comfortable, Y/N.”

Too late for that, you thought to yourself as you bit your lip and shrugged, “it’s fine really, I don’t have anything that’s really appropriate for a wedding, I’ve never been to one,” you admitted with an embarrassed smile as Caspian raised an eyebrow, “and plus, once Lucy gets an idea in her head, there’s nothing that anyone can do to stop her,” you smiled, sharing a rare laugh with him. The edges of Caspian’s eyes crinkled as he laughed and his eyes shined. How have you not noticed that before?

Caspian opened his mouth to reply but Edmund interrupted his unspoken words, “if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that you two were having an adult, civilised conversation,” you rolled your eyes as you heard the laughter in his voice.

Both you and Caspian took a couple of steps away from each other, matching looks of scorn on your faces, “never,” you said in unison and you saw a flicker of a smile on Caspian’s face as he went back to join Ed. You stared after him for a moment before you shook your head and went after Lucy.

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Bursting Bubbles

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Nino looked up into the scowling face of his favorite seatmate.

“Here you go, Bubbles,” she said as she thrust a mango bubble tea into his hand. “One special of the day from The Boba Bar.” Her other hand slapped a small card onto his sheet music. “And here’s your other three week’s worth of drinks.”

“Aw, Alya you didn’t have to do this,” he held up the card. “This,” he grinned as he took his first sip of the drink, “you definitely needed to do.”

“Well you won the bet fair and square,” Alya huffed as she plopped down into her seat. “You really could find a way to get a harpsichord to sound rockin' when you DJ’ed Kim’s house party.”

“Scoops, I’m surprised you could doubt me,” Nino held a hand to his heart. “It’s like you’ve forgotten that music is my life.” He grumbled toward the music piece he’d been assigned, “It’s not like I’ve spent nearly three grueling years learning this European centered musical theory or anything.” Looking at her smirk he added, “Or that I’d hardly be the first person to experiment with combining old instruments to new music.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Or old music to new instruments.”

The next week it was Nino placing a gift card on Alya’s notepad.

“Your payment for getting me those sources for my music history essay, m’lady,” he said as he bowed to her.

“Nino, what-” she asked as she looked at the card “-what is this?”

Nino felt his face warm up, but he sent a shy smile in her direction as he sat down. “You were saying, the other day, that it’s been forever since you had a mani-pedi, but that they weren’t in your budget at the moment so I figured I’d get one for you as thanks for saving my bacon. I didn’t have time to track down those translations of medieval manuscripts for that Music Development in the Dark Ages assignment, but you did it without my asking.” He grinned at her, “You really took some pressure off of me and I appreciate it.”

She looked at him, back at the card, and back at Nino.

“I don’t remember saying that,” she murmured.

“You were picking at your nails because the color was coming off and said that you’d need to see if Marinette was free for a girl’s night so you could get her to do your nails again,” he said as he started to root around in his bag.

“That was two- three weeks ago?” she said, thinking out loud. She looked at him, but he was obviously avoiding her gaze. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

His head tucked between his shoulders, a turtle pulling into its shell.

“It was easy to remember,” he said. “You had that sparkly red polish. It really drew in the eye. I remember thinking that you had the perfect hands for playing the piano right before you said it.” He quickly looked away again.

Alya was quiet for a moment before smiling up at him.

“That seems like a really nice compliment coming from a musician like yourself,” she reassured him. She looked back at the card. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this place.”

“It’s, uh, one of the local beautician schools,” he told her. “You were right about mani-pedis being a bit pricy, but my cousin is going there to learn to cut hair, and she said the girls in the nail class are crazy talented and eager to get someone not a relative to paint on, and it only costs about a fourth of what the pros charge.” He shrugged. “This way you can have like half a dozen manicures for the price of one.”

Alya lunged at him and caught him in a tight hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” she cried before releasing him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Miss Cesaire, if you are quite done groping Mister Lahiffe I’d like to start the class,” the voice of Doctor Agreste cut through the lecture hall and every head snapped toward them.

Alya’s face was nearly as warm and red as his own.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked as she pulled her arms back to her side.

“Now if we may?” the professor’s curt voice took control of the class.

“Groping,” Nino mumbled. “He calls one little hug groping.” He pulled out a composition that Madame Mendeleiev had assigned just that morning. “I’d like to show him groping.”

He was startled out of his grumbling when Alya whispered, “Me, too.”

Only three more weeks and I’m out of this class and I never have to see this man’s stupid face again, Nino thought to himself. At least after today it’s just student presentations before the final.

They had finally reached the Contemporary Era and the man was butchering even the easiest movements! And don’t get him started on the composers. He’d wasted over half the lecture trying to explain that Richard Wagner wasn’t really an antisemite, but that Nazi sympathizers, mainly Adolf himself, just liked his music so much and thought it expressed National Ideals perfectly! The man wasn’t even a composer in Contemporary times!

And that just served to take time away from some real pioneers of the era like Laura Anne Karpman whose music can be found literally anywhere. Or what about Meredith Monk who includes operas amongst her compositions, since Doctor Agreste seemed to be hung up over Wagner’s damn Ring Cycle. Of course he didn’t mention Yihan Chen the brilliant Chinese pianist and composer. And though the man would fawn and dote on child prodigies like Wolfgang Mozart all day, he wouldn’t give the time of day to “Bluejay” Greenberg who could hear several compositions in his head at the same time and then be able to write them with minimal correction.

Just, UGH!

Nino was done with this entitled little man and the racist ideology he’s attempting to spread about. He was certainly spreading something, but it smelled more like fertilizer than anything else to Nino’s mind.

He could tell that Alya was concerned about his agitation, he’d been clenching his pencil so hard he heard it crack, but he refused to look in her direction. She had a great talent for sniffing out these kinds of things and if he looked at her right now, he’d probably see his frustration reflected on her face and do something dumb- like start an uprising in the middle of class. He really couldn't afford to take this class again.

As soon as they were out the doors Alya started ranting about how it was obvious that Doctor Agreste didn’t even bother to check Wikipedia for sources. She made her opinion known that the good doctor didn’t like the era because more people were included in writing and performing it rather than just white, Western-European men who were either wealthy or had wealthy patrons. And stopped mid rant.

Nino looked at her and watched as Alya got an idea. By the look on her face it was a genius idea: an Evil and Genius idea if the cackle was anything to go by.

“Whatever you’re planning, I’m in,” he declared.

“I haven’t even told you my idea yet.”

“I can tell by your expression alone that it’s going to be the best idea ever,” he said with a smirk. “So want to let me in on our plan?”

She explained her idea and Nino’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, that man is going to regret crossing paths with us,” he chuckled. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve got plenty of stuff we’d need for the music portion of the presentation.”

She shook her head. “I need at least one day to fact-check my notes and another to find accurate sources. Are you busy Saturday?”

Nino thought for a moment. “I’m free in the morning, but I have a wedding I’m playing for in the evening.”

“Okay that gives me a little more time for research.” She smiled up at him. “So, Saturday morning we’ll meet up to pull things together?”

Nino nodded in agreement.

“Great,” she said, “That’ll give us Sunday to type up the report and Monday to practice for our presentation on Tuesday.”

“Tell me the truth, Alya,” Nino looked at her, “Is this too much? Are we crazy to put together a spite presentation in one weekend? At the end of the semester?” He brushed a bit of her hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. “You already have so much to do for all your other classes. I don’t want this to be something that stresses you out or makes you do something that hurts you.”

Alya reached up and patted his cheek before replying.

“Nino this is going to be so much fun that I doubt I’ll even notice how much work it is,” she grinned at him fully. “I might pull an allnighter here or there, but I promise you that I’m taking care to not do too much. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t think we could do it.”

He held her gaze for a moment then sighed.

“Okay, let’s ruin this man’s whole career.”

She laughed loud and pulled him toward the school’s cafe. Obviously this called for copious amounts of snacks and his precious bubble tea.

Tuesday dawned bright and clear. A perfect day to teach about the subtleties of Contemporary music while simultaneously displaying the ignorance and prejudice of the most hated music teacher on campus. Nino sipped at his Thai tea with coffee pudding as he contemplated Alya’s plan of attack. It was a nice simple plan, but it needed something. Seeing a familiar outline hurrying across campus brought a smile to his face. The final nail in Doctor Agreste’s coffin just made itself known. He hurried across the quad to see if he could catch up with Madame before she reached her office.

An hour later he stood at the podium inserting the thumb drive into the computer for the projector.

“Good morning everyone,” Alya began. “As you all know we’ve had to jump over and through many musical ages and movements. That meant we had to skim through a lot of really interesting information. Nino and I decided to do a little bit of music through the ages for the Contemporary Era for you all. Now, get ready to get funky!”

That was his cue. He started the Powerpoint and Richard Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” began to blast from the room’s speakers while Elmer Fudd stabbed a spear into the ground singing, “Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!”

“Welcome to Neoromanticism,” he called to those present.

The presentation went off without a hitch. Madame Mendeleiev had managed to slip in before their presentation and had stayed to the end of class. It was with great delight that Nino watched the Dean of the Music Department approach Doctor Agreste and congratulate him on the quality of his students’ final presentations. She even approached Alya and complemented her on the amount of research she’d done to be ready for the day. Then she turned to him.

“An adequate presentation, Nino,” she said with no trace of humor in her words. “Your compilation was a little heavy on the electronic music and light on the serialism, but I suppose that’s only to be expected with where your interests lie,” she paused, “and in light of the time constraints.”

He gulped and nodded his head. He knew she’d pick up on that.

“Please, send me a copy of your presentation at your earliest convenience.”

His eyes snapped up from the floor to meet hers. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight upturn to the corners of her mouth or not, so he chose not to comment on it.

“I think I might incorporate it into my opening lecture next semester,” she remarked so offhandedly that Nino was sure he was hearing things. “It’ll be an excellent introduction to modern music for the freshmen.” She nodded to him before moving off to catch professor Agreste on his way out the door.

Alya was grinning from ear to ear and practically vibrating where she stood. He turned to her and had a fraction of a second to brace for impact as she’d thrown herself in his direction. Her arms were around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. He returned the hug with matching enthusiasm.

“We did so good!” she squealed.

He looked down into her grinning face and returned the smile.

“Hell yeah, we did,” he replied. “This calls for a celebration.” It was only then that he realized he still had his arms around her shoulders. Then again she was still holding on to him. He pulled back but kept hold of her hands. “I know you have another class in an hour, but do you want to go get boba to celebrate?”

She smirked up at him. “Only if you’ll let me treat you to dinner at Sabine’s tonight.” She looked to the side as she added, “And then we could go check out that concert in the park you mentioned yesterday.”

His mouth suddenly went dry. That sounded a lot like an actual date. Like a real date with this girl he knew he’d started crushing on some time this semester. What else could he do?

“Sounds great, but you have to let me bring pizza and dessert to our study date on Thursday night.”

Her laugh sent a tingle down his spine. “It’s a date!”

[neomanateefromexiletribe]

little mermaid

Leviathan x Gender Neutral MC

Fluff, Love Confessions, Mermaid Levi

Leviathan turns into a mermaid, and it's up to you to take care of him.

"Levi?” you call out, almost choking.

Your mouth opens wide in shock as you spot the third brother in his tub bed, said tub being filled halfway with water. But that isn’t the most strangest thing, far from it. No, what really has you in shock is the mermaid tail hanging over the tub and the fact that Levi is shirtless.

The demon yelps and covers his chest, his face instantly blushing a deep red that could rival strawberries, and his tail flops back into the water with a loud noise. Still astounded, you close the door behind you and lock it for good measure, and you approach Levi, slowly.

“Levi?” you repeat, worried for your best friend, “are you okay?”

You must have sounded worried enough for Levi to resurface slightly, and he mumbles something unintelligible.

“I didn’t catch that,” you say honestly, and he coughs.

“I don’t… I don’t know what happened,” he moans, “I woke up and I was a mermaid! So I’m staying in water for now until I’m back to normal.”

Okay, he managed to explain his situation properly, so now all that’s left is for you to take action. You nod, and you roll up your sleeves. Well, your invisible sleeves, since you’re wearing a tee-shirt today, but anyway.

You head closer to Levi, who’s still a blushing mess, and you smile at him gently. You raise your hand to pet his hair, secretly sniggering at how red he’s getting from that simple action, and you ruffle his hair a little more roughly.

You then look at his mermaid body, extremely curious to see how pretty he got. In your opinion, Levi is already the prettiest person you know (sorry Asmo) but now that he’s a whole mermaid, it’s not doubt his prettiness shot up.

His bare chest is so unfairly attractive, especially for someone who doesn’t work out that much – or at all? You’ve never seen Levi work out, and you doubt one can get this body from playing sports video games.

You’ve thought more than once about running your hands over his naked body, whether in the comfort of your own bed or when cuddling with him. Platonic cuddling is awesome, with him or with his brothers, but when it comes to Levi you can’t help but want more. His usual clothes are super comfortable, so warm from his body heat, but… his body under those probably feels so nice.

You’ve wondered several times if Levi would blush if you were to touch him, fingers slowly feeling him up, starting from his neck and heading all the way down to his sweatpants. When feeling particularly naughty, you even imagined how sexy times with Levi could be because there’s so much you could do with him, but… you should probably focus on the task at hand.

His mermaid tail starts hanging over the tub once more, and this way you get to see it from up close. His scales range from deep shades of purple to lighter ones of blue that reminds you of the color of his usual nail polish. They’re shining under the lights of his room, and you’re in awe to see such a beautiful mermaid tail on Levi.

“S-stop staring,” Levi stutters, “I know I look disgusting.”

You almost get whiplash from how fast you turn towards him.

“You look gorgeous, what are you saying?!” you tell him, your eyes widening. “Levi, your tail is so beautiful and you always look pretty to begin with!! I think you’ve never looked better!”

Levi blinks in confusion, and he makes out a weird noise as he buries his face in his hands.

“You’re not lying?” he asks, and you smile at him.

“Of course not,” you say, “you really look amazing. It’s just like that anime we watched together last week, you know?”

“My Crush Turned Into A Mermaid and That’s What It Took For Me to Confess?” Levi says, peeking through his fingers.

“Exactly,” you nod, trying your best to ignore how much it fits the current situation. “Okay, is there anything you need? Food? Something to drink? Something to do?”

“I could use some snacks and a drink,” Levi admits, “other than that I’m good.”

You nod and fetch some poisoned apples based snacks as well as an energy drink, which you hand to Levi. You watch him as he eats as you make some small talk, and an idea blooms in your mind. It’ll give your feelings away but… it may be worth it. You’ve waited enough to confess, after all.

You get up, putting away Levi’s snacks and drink, and you proceed to head for his closet.

“What are you doing?” Levi asks, confused.

“Close your eyes,” you instruct, looking back at him to wink.

“Okay…”

You undress quickly, only keeping a comfortable pair of boxers you stole from Levi a few months ago and an oversized tee-shirt hanging in Levi’s closet. You smile to yourself, happy to be wearing Levi’s clothes, and you head back to Levi’s tub.

His eyes are still closed, so you try your best to be discreet as you get into the tub, carefully sitting on top of his tail. However, Levi obviously notices the sudden added weight on top of him and opens his eyes while gasping. You send him an innocent look, feeling the water wet the bottom of your shirt and your underwear, and you smile at him.

“Hi!” you greet cheerfully, and Levi makes a noise similar to an oral keyboard smash.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing here?! Are you crazy?” he screeches.

You pout, and cross your arms on your chest. You see Levi’s eyes glancing at your chest, but he looks away as fast as he looked, visibly too embarrassed to look at your body when you’re so close to him.

“I just wanted to keep you company,” you tell him, pout intensifying. “I thought you’d get lonely in here.”

“Did you really have to get on top of me?!” Levi asks, panicking.

His flush is spreading to the top of his chest, and you feel like hugging and kissing him so much it hurts. But you can’t do that, not until you’ve properly confessed and asked for permission to touch him.

“I’m not heavy,” you counter.

“That’s not the point! You’re sitting on me!” Levi protests.

“I’ve already been on your lap before,” you point out, “and we’ve slept together before too.”

Levi gets impossibly redder, and he coughs.

“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks, unable to look at you.

“Of course not, Levi,” you answer, “what would I do without you?”

Levi doesn’t answer, too busy hiding his face. You smile gently, and turn around so as to take a more proper look at his tail. With the way you’re sitting, Levi has a nice view of your back, and you think that maybe he’ll feel less embarrassed to look at your back rather than at your chest.

You really want to try touching his tail, but you’re unsure whether he will like it or not. You turn your head slightly, and attempt at making eye contact with the shy demon.

“Levi, can I touch your tail?” you ask.

“Su-sure, if you don’t think it’s disgusting,” he answers.

“I told you, your mermaid form is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” you reassure him.

To your delight, Levi brings back his tail into the tub, and you decide to be bold. You embrace it, plastering the fins against your chest as you hug it. Levi makes a noise that sounds like a strangled moan of pleasure, but you want to cuddle his tail for now. Hopefully, if he sees that you like it this much, it’ll be easier to ask him for cuddles after.

“It’s so different from anything I’ve ever touched before,” you tell him, loving the way the mermaid tail feels against your body.

“Isn’t it yucky? It’s probably wet and sticky,” Levi weakly argues.

You can’t see him, so you can only imagine his expression: wet, glistening eyes filled with unshed tears, and bitten lips that you’d kill to taste. You close your eyes briefly, imagining that Levi embraces you, and the feeling is so nice you hug Levi’s tail a little tighter, on reflex.

“I love it,” you answer, trying not to sound breathless, “it feels wonderful.”

The foreign weight against your chest really feels nice, and you high-key wish it was Levi resting his head there instead of his tail, but it’s okay. You let go of his tail and turn around to face him. Levi is, as you expected, still red in the face and looks this close to crying. You feel empowered by a sudden burst of courage, and you lean in closer to him.

Levi’s back is already against the end of the tube, so he merely looks at you with a mixture of shock and desire. If you want to act on your feelings, it’s now or never.

“Levi?” you call out his name while making eye contact.

“Y-yes?” he stutters.

“I must be honest with you,” you say, and resume after taking a deep breath, “there’s a reason I think you look gorgeous, whether as a mermaid or every day, and it’s because I’m in love with you.”

Levi freezes, and follows a long silence as you both stare at each other.

“No way,” he says, blinking slowly, “I must be dreaming.”

Maybe this is your chance, you think to yourself, leaning in even closer.

“Would this convince you that this is reality?” you ask before pressing your lips against his.

He makes a quiet gasp, but makes no move to push you away as you suck on his lips, slow and loving. You rest your hands against his chest, cuddling up closer to him, and your heart misses a beat as you feel him wrap his arms around your waist.

You don’t want to break the kiss, not now, because you’re so hungry for his lips that you’ve dreamed of devouring for so long. He tastes like the snacks he had earlier, and you can’t get enough of him. You need so much more.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Levi interrupts as you pull away to breathe, “are you sure you don’t have the wrong person?”

You blink in confusion, and you see in his eyes that he’s conflicted. He’s probably unsure if your feelings are genuine, because he’s not used to being loved, and he’s probably wondering if you’re just going to retract your statement because you’re pulling a prank on him. But you know what you want to tell him, so you shake your head and grin at him.

“I’m not confused,” you tell him as you pet his hair, “I’m in love with my best friend, with the most important person in my life and with the person I want to cherish the most. I think you’re incredible, and what I love the most about you is your passion. And, uh, well, it doesn’t hurt that you’re super handsome on top of it, you know?”

That’s a lot of information to take in for the Avatar of Envy, and he makes another loud noise before hugging you tightly, hiding his face in your neck.

“You’re… you’re too much,” Levi moans, “I feel like I’m about to explode because of how much I’m feeling.”

“Well, if one could explode from how much love they’re feeling for someone, I would’ve long ago,” you joke, kissing his hair, “I love you so, so much Levi, you can’t even imagine.”

Levi squeezes you in his arms, and look at you, biting on his lower lip once again.

“You really love me? Even if I’m a worthless otaku?”

“You’re not worthless,” you counter, kissing his nose, “and I love that you’re an otaku.”

Levi looks down for a few seconds, and he looks up again, hopeful.

“So, um, my Henry doesn’t have to be just my best friend? You’re my lover too?”

“Absolutely,” you grin, chuckling at how cute he looks right now, “isn’t that why Henry is the best?”

Levi’s face brightens with a huge smile and this time, he’s the one who initiates a deep kiss. You’re the one moaning as his tongue strokes yours, and you shiver as his hands travel down your body, mapping your curves through your wet tee-shirt.

“I love you too, so much,” Levi pants against your lips, “I’m not… very experienced, but we can, um, go on that quest together?”

“I’d love that,” you breathe before pulling him back for another breathless kiss.

From the way Levi’s hands are going under your shirt, you figure out that turning Levi back to normal can wait. For now, you’re very content with making out with mermaid Levi.

[cadiacore]

Souvenir | J.K. Blurb

☾A/N: so on Thursday I wrote this cute little blurb bc I was really in my feelings and I needed some fluff. 💗

☾Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

☾Word Count: 817

☾Warning(s): angst/fluff, jack being clueless, crying, one curse word?

I sniffled as the tears fell from my chin. My heart ached to be held by one person. The one person that made me happy. Jack. I missed the way his arms wrapped around my frame whenever I cried or was upset. I missed the way his soothing voice never failed to calm my nerves. I miss everything about him.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stood up from the bedroom floor. I took a deep breath and walked to the library/war room. As I walked in, Sam and Dean looked up from the books in their hands. Sam’s face softens, and Dean’s does too.

“Hey, kid. You alright?” Dean asked, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head no and slumped into one of the wooden chairs next to Dean. Dean looked back down at the book and then looked up at Sam. Sam sighed, taking the hint. He sat his book aside and leaned forward,

“He’s going to come back, Y/N,” Sam said, chewing on his bottom lip. Maybe it was a nervous habit, but from the looks of it, I’m guessing he was second-guessing his own words. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair,

“I just miss him. A lot.” I twiddled my thumbs as I spoke. My mind began racing with all the horrible scenarios that could play out if we didn’t get him back soon, with the lump growing bigger in my throat.

Dean took a swig of his beer and tossed the book that was in his hand aside. He stood up and started pacing back and forth within the library. He ran a hand threw his dark blonde hair while deep in thought.

“Dean...why are you pacing?” Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed.  Dean ran a hand down his face and groaned,

“If we don’t find the kid, then Lucifer will have a chance to get to him, and I rather not have a second more powerful Lucifer to deal with.” He said, grabbing his beer and taking another swig. Sam closed his eyes and sighed tiredly.

“Dean, we have been through this so many times. He’s not going to be a second Lucifer if we don’t treat him like he is!” Sam said aggravated. Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed,

“He’s good, Dean,” I said softly while chipping the black nail polish from my nails. “His heart is good. I know it.”

Just as the words left my mouth, the sound of wings from behind me made me stand abruptly. Jack’s eyes instantly met mine. They looked scared, but most of all, they looked sad. My arms wrap around his torso, burying my face in his neck.

“Jack,” I breathed out, relieved. I squeeze him gently and smiled against his skin. Sam walked up and put his hand on Jack's shoulder, smiling softly.

“We’ve been worried about you. Where have you been?” Sam asked as I pulled away from Jack. Jack's eyes grew softer, and the faint smile he had faded.

“I’m sorry for making you all worry...I just needed to clear my head for a while.” I sighed and furrowed my eyebrows. A bit of anger rose in me, and I crossed my arms over my chest,

“For three days?!” I asked, maybe a bit too loudly. Jack's cheeks flushed, and he avoided my eyes. “For three days, I’ve been worried that you wouldn’t come back. Hell, maybe worse!” I huffed. My knuckles turned white from how hard I was clenching them.

“I’m sorry, Y/N...” he said quietly, hugging me again. I closed my eyes and hugged him back. “I never meant for you to worry,” he added.

“I just love you, okay?” I blurted out, and Dean almost chokes on his beer,

“You what?” Dean asked as Sam raised his eyebrows at me in question. Jack smiled and pulled away from the hug,

“I know you do. I love you too,” he kissed my cheek, making my ears burn. I pushed his shoulder and smiled. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I kissed him lightly.

“What did I miss?” Castiel asked, looking between all four of us. Jack pulled away and chuckled, looking at Castiel. Dean rubbed the back of his neck and smirked.

“Your son just had his first kiss...That’s what happened.” Dean walked past Castiel and grabbed his jacket,

“Where are you going?” Sam watched as Dean grabbed the keys off the table and walked up the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows while Jack looked between Sam and Dean, puzzled.

“To go get some condoms. Because once they start kissing, you all know what comes next.” Dean shuts the door behind him and Sam began to chuckle. Castiel looked at Sam and then at me and Jack.

Jack thinks for a moment and then looked up at Sam, “What are condoms?”

[millllenniawrites]

top shelf (FO! Poe Dameron x f!OC)

part one of when the stars miss the sun

words: 1.7ish

warnings: dark!ooc!Poe Dameron (if you want specifics, dm me); smut (not in this chapter but in the rest of the series so 18+ please folks); prostitution; established relationship (sort of); slow burn (yes the two can coexist leave me alone); redemption arc; Pixar ending; murder; warnings will be added as the series progresses

a/n: okay I never post oc content on here so this is scary. thank you to @kesskirata for giving me the confidence to post this. This was a writing exercise that @vampirewithbedsidemanners and I wrote while editing Horizons that ended up being really cool? So now y’all get to see it. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HORIZONS so if you’re keeping up with that series, don’t read this! like, major major spoilers! It’s literally all the same characters in an AU together! If you are somehow reading this after Horizons is fully posted in 2023 cause it’s probably gonna take that long, you’re good. The spoilers only go up until the end of that book.

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Around the bar was a collection of high-top tables, packed with men clad in leather and partially obscured by the clouds of spice that hung around their heads. Redell moved like magic between the tables, shimmering and glowing even in the dark, eyes drawn to her against their will from men would never get their hands on her — men that couldn’t afford her even if they gave up their lives.

Redell waltzed down the dark hallway to the back rooms, her hips swaying with every step. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floors, their sound drowned out by the moans coming from the closed doors that lined the hall. Every step was one foot closer to victory or an early grave, not that anyone could tell she carried the knowledge on her shoulders.

She reached the end of the hall and opened up her room. The door slid shut behind her, leaving her in the dim lights that illuminated one tall, dark man sitting on the couch. He leaned forward, setting his glass on the short table in front of him. His strong jaw, a loose curl falling into his eyes, little details that almost let her overlook the uniform he wore.

She smiled, sweet but double-edged like the blade that ran down her back, as she sauntered over to him and straddled his lap.

“Long time no see, Admiral. Did y’miss me, honey?” She grinned, her voice low and tempting, playing the role she knew like the back of her hand .

“You know it’s hard not to.” He let his eyes move slowly over her. Not that he really needed to. He had her memorized.

Sliding his hands up her thighs, he smiled sweetly at her. “Is this room one of yours? Or do I have to behave?” He wasn’t new to this. Though not all of his meetings with the Resistance had been with Red, they were predictable. Either the room was clean and they could talk freely, or he’d fuck her for the cameras that were watching his every move and leave, slipping her the drive in his pocket and hoping that next time, they’d get to have a real conversation.

There weren’t many real conversations to spare in the First Order.

“It’s one of mine. I set it up just for you.” Redell’s fingertips trailed down his chest. Her nails were short, not like the long claws on some of the other girls, but he had no doubt that Red could tear his throat out without them. “Is that okay, baby?”

“Y-yeah that’s just fine.” He relaxed, the exterior that had been drilled into him since he joined up faltering in front of her. “It’s been too long, Red.”

“I know.” She murmured, kissing him deeply as she grinded on his lap. It was never like it was with everyone else. Her persona faltered, leaving her soft and vulnerable and sweet. There was something so real to the way she kissed him.

“Are you coming home with me this time?” She whispered, the same question she asked every time she had him in her arms, not ever wanting to let him go.

He shook his head. “But I’ve got you until tomorrow.” The Order looked the other way when their officers landed on-world. They’d barely notice the thousand credits transferring from their account directly into Resistance hands. “Come home with me.”

“Yes.” She answered immediately, kissing him again.

He shuddered under her, his hands tangling in her loose, curly hair. She brought out a softness in him that no else else ever got to see. Cradling her to his chest, he let his hands slide over her forbidden skin. He would never deserve this.

When she pulled away, leaving him gasping, she asked, “As your whore or something else?”

“As a friend?”

“Friend works. For now.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just for now? You looking for a promotion?” His hands hovered over her ass. The moment she asked for it he’d have her way with her, but before then he needed to make sure they looked like they were playing their parts if the door opened.

“I’d like to get fired, actually. So I get a choice.” She ran her fingers through his hair, tilting his head back and gazing softly at him. He let her manhandle him, even as she trailed a finger down his neck. “Is there anything I should pass on before you take me home? Just in case?”

His head spun with how quickly she could go between work and ruining him. “Just the stuff at the house.”

“Lead the way then, baby.” She said softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He carried her out the back of the bar, so no one stopped them. Reached his shuttle, he unlocked it before carrying her up the boarding ramp.

He settled into his seat, Red sitting in his lap with her legs draped over one arm of the chair.. “You comfortable there, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is this your shuttle or do I have to behave?” She asked quietly, already kissing his neck.

“It’s mine.” He let out a soft moan as her lips brushed the sweet spot under his jaw, following it with a chuckle. “Don’t make us crash.”

“I won’t.” She kissed his lips briefly before nestling into his lap. “You were gone a while. Do anything interesting while you were out?” She asked, playing with his hair.

“We had a couple of yours end up in one of my interrogation centres. That was a headache to fix. Otherwise, not really. Just the usually dark and gloomy.” His face split into a wry grin.

“You know, it’s much nicer back with us. You’re welcome to come with me. Defect. I’ve got space in my bed for you.” She said suggestively, like it wasn’t something she offered most times he saw her.

“As tempting as that is, sweetheart, your leadership is never gonna accept an ex-Admiral from the Order. If I defect, I’ll be spending the rest of the war in one of your prisons.” He toyed with the ends of her curls as he piloted the shuttle with one hand. “And you’d lose your informant. Isn’t it better for you to have a man on the inside?”

“Would my man on the inside consider making this arrangement a little more permanent then?”

His eyebrows knit together. “You’re the only one getting my intel.” She had been for a while.

“I’m not talking about the intel. I’m talking about access. You can’t come to us. Maybe I can stay with you.”

His eyebrows shot up. It sometimes took him a minute to remember that she wasn’t just a pretty face. “Yes. Yeah. Let’s do that. Assuming you’re okay with coming on the Finalizer with me in four weeks.”

“Sounds like fun.” She grinned. “You’re my only client at Vinny’s. I don’t have to go anywhere but your bed for the foreseeable future.” Her hands slid down his chest, tucking under his shirt. “I’ll work on getting you a pardon. To keep you out of prison.”

“I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.” He got himself into the mess. He was just doing as much good as he could before it all caught up to him and he ended up in a First Order prison or open space, depending on how his boss was feeling.

“I’m very talented at multitasking,” she said quietly. “You never told me why you joined the Order.”

He grumbled, “It sounded like a good idea at the time.”

She’d never asked before. If he was going to tell anyone, it might as well have been her. Red was the only one it was even remotely safe to be open with, and he knew he was going to die before he had the chance to find someone else he could trust as much as he’d come to trust her.

“The government was a mess. I was young. I wanted to prove that I could be a rebel like my parents.” He traced patterns on her thigh to ground himself. “By the time I realized that it was a knock-off Empire, I was in too deep.”

She cupped his face, her persona dropping. She wasn’t a prostitute anymore but a true rebel, flames burning in her blue eyes. “We’ve all got skeletons in our closets, Poe. It’s never too late.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t get to Admiral by doing nothing.” A Destroyer would be his coffin. Deep space, his grave. There was no running from his past.

Her eyes turned black. “You don’t get head an intel team just by floating by either. Doesn’t make me any less of a rebel.”

He tilted her chin up and kissed her, softer with her then he should have been.