#the fireworks and then seeing yourself and then finally the love AHHH

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Hey! May I make a request for Dazai? I would love to see him a flustered mess just because someone is taking care of him? Kind of like a mommy kink but somehow deeper? I don’t know, but I love your writing! Thank you for loving subs!!! 💚💚💚

Ahhh, thank you my dear, I’m glad you enjoy my works <33 since you didn’t specify on what exactly, I’ll only write the tension/ foreplay part

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: teasing, a little body worship (from reader), praise kink (?), use of pet names

“Hey… no need to treat me like a princess alright?”

Dazai chuckled nervously, hiding his eagerness behind a calculated smile. He thought the two of you were finally getting into the mood, so he jumped onto the bed, waiting for you to devour him. Instead of getting what he expected, you started collecting the nearby pillows and putting them beneath him. One beneath his head, his neck and his waist. You tried your best to make it comfortable for the male, smiling gently as you reassured him, “I know you are strong, sweetie, I just want to treat you right.”

His arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer while you kissed his face. First the tip of his nose, then his cheeks. Each time you did so, he clenched his eyes, blushing slightly when he noticed your hands around his body. Dazai couldn’t resist the chance to tease you, scoffing in amusement, “Hah, you were acting so gentle but you are a pervert in reality, aren’t you?” He could feel your fingertips trace the outlines of his body, each nook and cranny has been caressed by your light touch. It tickled him, it made him feel tingles bloom wherever your skin made contact. As if fireworks exploded inside him, encouraging him to plead you for more.

“If it makes you happy, you can call me that.” You responded to his remarks, not letting it bother you as you kissed his neck. The feeling of your lips brushing along his jaw all the way to his Adam’s apple ended with him breathing heavily, fingers intertwined with his own ones, holding onto you as if you could disappear in any moment. “Stop it with the games, you’re making me impatient.” Dazai snarked again, now glaring at you through lustful eyes. You can’t just rile him up and do nothing, can you?

Instead of obeying his little tantrum there, you rested your hands on his hips for a moment. Rubbing your cheek against his tummy and kissing his bellybutton. He stared at you with needy eyes, almost on the verge of begging you to do more. Then you licked that area, causing him to jump and trash around slightly. “Hu-hmm? Ahhh, stop it with the teasing!” How mad he sounded, but it was so adorable in your eyes. He was like a defiant cat.

You grinned at him, then answered with, “just lay back and enjoy, I’ll take care of it baby, I’ll make you feel good~” it wasn’t a promise, it was a statement. Just that alone was enough to shut him up. His eyes trembled in anticipation, awaiting what you had to offer with curiosity and excitement. “I.. haha..I hope you will then.” Slowly he was running out of words, not knowing what to say in opposition to your smart counters.

After getting his consent, your hands trailed lower, now holding his thighs and squeezing them. “Such a pretty boy for me.” Then you raised them and clasped them over your shoulder. “Hah?! Wait- that, this position is.. ughh!!” Poor baby didn’t even have time to adjust and think and you were already manhandling him however you wanted. It has gotten difficult to continually wrap his arms around your neck, so he let them fall flat onto the bed. Now they served a different purpose, this time clenching the sheets as his face flushed into a bright crimson.

The mating press huh...? But the both of you were still clothed. How embarrassing. Dazai pressed his lips tightly shut, sweat forming on his forehead at the realisation. You on the other hand seems to be enjoying yourself, one hand now slowly peeling off his disheveled clothes. “Try to stay still, I’ll take care of you alright?” Again, you smiled at him, bringing forth a sense of comfort. He has noticed this for a while now, you kept doing everything on your own, ending with him not having to do anything. It was a strange feeling. Sure, he enjoyed lazing around, but actually having someone who took everything off his shoulder was new.

Suddenly he avoided your gaze, legs shaking as they tangled behind your neck. “Hm? What’s this, are you alright darling?” He jolt, yelping a little as he replied, “I-I’m fine. Just, all the blood has been flowing into my brain you know.” Well well, he was quick to think of good responses, you had to give him that. “I see..” you said, then you stroked his hair. “As long as you are liking this, i did say I’ll make you feel good.” A giggle followed soon after you finished your sentence. “Ah.. yea.” Damn it, why was communicating getting more difficult by the second? He was so embarrassed for no reason! All you did was being close to him, touch his hair and body, as well as whisper some sweet words… why was he already such a mess?

Of course his flustered appearance didn’t escape your sharp eyes. You leaned down again and kissed his lips, catching him off guard. It was only a small peck, but the brunette looked like he was about to explode. Even he was wondering what was wrong with him. Normally he wasn’t like this! He was acting like such a fool right now, as if he was still a virgin~ Oh but by no means you minded. Goodness, you adored this cute side of his. Ah.. there was no helping yourself, he was too adorable for you to hold back. So you uttered in an almost suspiciously sweet voice, “I’ll treat you so well today dazai, to the point you’ll need me to take care of you again tomorrow~”

Luckily he didn’t need to use his legs, otherwise he would have stumbled and crashed down. Because he just knew his knees were going weak in that moment.

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iv // gw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut (finally), fingering, size kink, tummy bulge, light degradation, creampie (all acts are consensual!)

an: this is seriously so short i apologize. but alas it is here :) one more part after this and twin flame will be finished ahhh

part one | part two | part three

you and george had been sitting on the floor of your old treehouse for nearly an hour now. the silence consumed you as you stared into his brown eyes and he stared right back into your own yec one’s. no one spoke a word. no one moved an inch. the silence was all-consuming. deafening.

“yn?” he finally breathed in a whisper.

“hi georgie…” you murmured nervously.

“what are you doing here?” he asked.

“i came to get you,” you shrugged one shoulder. “fred told me you weren’t in contact with anyone and i knew where you’d be. so i came. be… because i wanna talk to you,” you told him.

george nodded and you slowly shuffled forward on your knees. “george i’m sorry. for a lot of things actually, but to sum it up, i’m sorry for not being open about my feelings for you. i was too scared to tell you that i’m in love with you because… i-i didn’t wanna ruin us. what we have is so so good. and i wouldn’t trade it for the world georgie. you mean absolutely everything to me. and if i lost you then i’d lose myself. but i guess i just didn’t realize that by not telling you… then in the long run, i was losing you anyway,” you told him. george bit his lip and you shuffled even closer.

“i wish you would’ve just ruined it,” he told you. “because fuck, yn. i’m so in love with you that it’s absolutely unbelievable. you consume me. you live in my head rent free. you’re everything and more to me. i’m so fucking in love with you that i’m at a loss for words. you wouldn’t believe the things you do to me. i want you to make you mine forever,” he told you.

“i want to be your’s forever georgie,” by now your knees were touching with as you both continuously inched towards each other. your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his. you could feel his breath fanning over your face. george was the first to break, lurching forward and finally connecting your lips.

passion burned and fireworks exploded as you moaned into his mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth and go on an adventure. your hands roamed from his sunset orange locks down to his broad shoulders and finally to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling around with them. he pulled away as you got to the last button. “been waiting so long to do that,” he murmured as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled your’s over your head.

“do it again,” you whispered breathlessly. he didn’t waste a second, gripping you by your bottom and pulling you on top of his lap as you began to heavily make out again. your hands roamed his broad chest and accentuated abdomen before finally tangling in his hair as his hands found home on your ass, kneading and squeezing. “want you georgie,” you whimpered as he moved to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“you can have me, butterfly,” the nickname made you outright moan as you ground yourself down against his hardening member. he fumbled around with the button of your jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them, dipping his hand into your panties. you moaned as he ran two fingers through your slit and you bucked into his hand.

his kisses moved to your covered chest as he dipped two fingers into your heat, curling them and instantly finding your gspot. “more,” you moaned.

“take it off,” he motioned towards your bra and you quickly obeyed, reaching behind you and unclipping it. immediately, his lips attached to your nipple as his thumb came up to toy at your clit. you whimpered again and he chuckled as he gently teased your nipple with his teeth.

“wanna cum georgie,” you whimpered.

“go ahead, butterfly. not stoppin’ you,” he muttered as he pulled off your right nipple before turning and giving the left the same attention. one drag of his teeth over the sensitive bud and you were done for, making a mess of your pants as your cum gushed out onto george’s hand. he fucked you through it before pulling his hand out and sucking his fingers clean. “fuckin heaven,” he moaned as he pulled them out with a pop. “better than i ever imagined.”

“wanna suck your cock georgie please,” you whimpered.

“next time princess,” you couldn’t hide the smile at hearing there’d be a next time. “need to feel your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. take the rest off,” you nodded, quickly ridding yourself of your jeans and panties as george did the same. he gently laid you on the makeshift bed he’d set up, climbing on top of you and positioning himself at your entrance. “ready butterfly?” he asked.

“give it t’me george,” you murmured, wiggling your hips for emphasis. he slowly pushed into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning at the stretch. you reached your arms up and squeezed his biceps tightly as he bottomed out. “need a second. s’big,” you murmured softly.

“take your time butterfly,” he whispered as he leant down and placed gentle kisses on any and all inches of skin he could find.

you nodded finally after a few seconds of preparation. “okay… okay go,” you told him. george slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, effectively hitting your gspot. “there,” you moaned. he smirked slightly as he slowly fucked into you. “fuck georgie it’s so big,” you moaned.

“yeah butterfly?” he mocked slightly. he ran his hand down your left leg before lifting it, placing it over his hip for a better angle. your back arched into him and you bit your lip. “fuck baby, so little. see myself in y’little tummy,” he marveled as he pushed down on the imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen.

“want more georgie. more please,” you begged.

“greedy little thing,” he hummed as his hand made contact with your clit, rubbing in tandem with his slow, rough thrusts. “love you so much butterfly,” he murmured into your neck.

“love you too georgie,” you moaned softly as your eyes rolled back into your head. “wanna cum please,” you whimpered.

“look at me when you cum butterfly. cum with my,” you nodded rapidly, opening your eyes as he pressed his forehead against your’s. “cum butterfly, now.” with his explicit permission, you let go. moaning out his name loudly as you slipped over the edge, cumming on his cock as he bottomed out, and pumped you full of his cum.

he stayed inside of you as you both came down. it was a few minutes before he slowly pulled out. you hissed slightly at the burn as you felt his warm cum dripping from your overworked hole. he fell on the pile of blankets next to you as he pulled you into his chest. you rested your head against his pectoral as you played with the chain around his neck. after a few minutes of silence, you began giggling. “what’s so funny over there, butterfly?” george asked with a smile.

“we just fucked in the treehouse our dad’s built for us when we were kids,” you giggled. he began to laugh with you as he kissed your head.

“you’re more than just a good fuck, butterfly. you’re the love of my life,” he told you.

“your twin flame,” you smiled as you kissed his jaw.

“my twin flame indeed,” he smiled down at you.

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two weeks had passed since you and george’s endeavor in your childhood treehouse, and you were now both back in the apartment above the shop. you had even gotten your job back as cashier and manager. you were in george’s room, readying yourself for the day. you brushed through your hair and buttoned up your shirt, tucking it into your skirt before walking downstairs. “morning yn!” fred greeted.

“morning freddie,” you smiled as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

george snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “morning butterfly,” he smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“morning georgie,” you giggled.

fred mocked a gagging noise. “you guys are even more insufferable now than you were when you were arguing,” he joked with a playful eyeroll.

“oh you love us, freddie,” you teased with a smile.

“loving you less and less the more i hear your noises. the walls are thin!” he called as he made his way downstairs to the shop.

“so… date tonight?” george asked. “after work. we’ll leave early,” he told you.

“and leave freddie all alone?” you asked with a small pout.

“oh he’s got angelina butterfly. he’ll be perfectly fine,” george waved you off.

“okay fine, date tonight then mr. weasley. don’t be late,” you winked over the brim of your coffee mug.

everything was perfect. back in place. back how it should be. you were back at the shop, living with fred and george. you called the younger twin your boyfriend, and you were happy.

the cosmos were aligned. and the universe was on your side. in the end, love won. the universe decided to pour gasoline onto your twin flame. she expanded it and it was now exploding and bringing upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame.

and you couldn’t wait for that future to begin. it sure as hell was bright.

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I JUST HAD THIS IDEA LFFNJDKDKD you don't have to do it but I just really thought it would be funny how would (you can choose who you want) react after they kissed the reader for the first time on the lips. AHHH THANK YOU!! LOVE YOU!!

“First Kiss,” AOT Headcanons

Okay um, I didn’t know who to choose so we’re gonna do a headcanon of Levi, Jean, and Eren. Btw these are gonna be short and sweet.

Summary: The guys reactions to you two kissing them for the first time🥰

Warnings: none

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Levi:

It was unexpected, you two were in his office just looking through the paper work and he had asked for your opinion on things.

You two were sitting side by side, pretty close as you would lean towards him more to look at the paper. While you read, he would steal glances of you and you noticed pretty easily, he wasn’t subtle about it.

It would take maybe over an hour of helping him with the paperwork for you to get bored of his quick stares. That’s all Levi would do, he was too nervous because he wasn’t exactly positive if you had the same feelings for him.

Once you felt his stare, you instantly turned your head to meet his eyes and that almost startled him, he didn’t think you could tell when he was looking at you so now he felt pretty embarrassed for getting caught.

But you didn’t care, your eyes stayed on his and you randomly smashed your lips on his, catching him by surprise. Levi froze, was he dreaming?

When he felt your soft lips move against his, he was quick to join in and match your movements while his soft hands made this way to your cheeks, cupping them.

After you pulled back, he was still in shock and you could start to see the pink rising on his cheeks.

“Blushing over me?” You laughed, watching him roll his eyes and try to put a cold stare back on his face but it was impossible, he couldn’t help but feel the amount of emotions rushing through him.

“I’m not blushing.”

“You are.”

“No.” He scoffed, turning his eyes back to the stacks of paperwork and you noticed just how nervous he was, his hand was even a bit shaky.

“It’s cute.” You mumbled, reaching over to grab his shaky hand and he turned towards you again.

Levi is never the type of person to easily get so flustered and nervous but when it came to you, it was a different story. When you smiled at him, he would feel his stomach tingle from butterflies and when you finally kissed him, it was like fireworks.

He hated how soft you made him, you could easily put a smile on his face in seconds but he never complained. You were definitely worth it to him.

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EreH:

It happened during the training camp. You both had been training beyond what both your bodies can handle. You asked him for help on certain things and techniques and he even asked you to help him with balancing on the ODM gear.

It was dark outside, you both had gone out to help him with the wires. You helped buckle him in, your face inched away from his and this was the full time Eren looked at you fully, his heart racing.

You were too oblivious, you were simply paying attention to attaching him to the wires and went back to pull him up high enough to hang off the ground.

“Try not to overthink it, just let yourself hang there.” You tried to give him some advice, watching him already become wobbly.

“Don’t focus on your legs, pretend they aren’t even there and just balance your weight as a whole.” You tried to stifle a laugh at how wobbly he was, you knew he was going to fall forward at any given moment.

He tried his best to focus and after a few minutes of moving around, he finally found his balance and stayed still.

“Oh my god.” He said happily, almost making him fall back but he fled his arms, managing to collect himself.

After you had brought him back down and unhooked him, he was too excited to stay still. He had jumped around then randomly embraced you in a tight hug, his excitement was through the roof, adrenaline pumping before he unexpectedly kissed you.

You were completely caught off guard but you didn’t really hesitate when it came to kissing him back. When he stepped back, he was in complete shock himself then a sudden wide goofy grin appeared on his lips and he started jumping around again.

“I guess I did two things right today.” He looked at you, giving you a smile while your cheeks started to heat up.

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Jean:

Jean is the type of person who definitely does things at the wrong time. Like when something happens, he does this reaction where he does something out of nowhere.

That being said, he definitely acts like a baby in this situation.

The scouts were out on a expedition where they try to trap in the female titan in the woods which led to half the cadets being stuck up on the tall tree.

You were stuck on the same branch as Jean and all you could listen to was his complaining about being stuck up here like sitting ducks while the Titans below tried to reach up for everyone.

“Quit complaining.” You shot a glare at him, relaxing back against the tree as you looked below.

“Sorry but unlike you, I don’t like being here doing nothing.”

“We were ordered to be here for a reason, Jean. Just shut up and deal with it.”

He stared at you, this was the first time you had irritated him. Any other time he would try to flirt with you, ask you out but you would simply ignore him, some days you would entertain it- only if you were feeling lucky.

But you didn’t want to make it known that you had a crush on him, only because he was a pain in the ass that wanted to be right so badly that it made you want to test his patience.

Finally Jean had sat next to you on the branch, his eyes looking down and the fear that was in his eyes made you rest your hand on top of his.

“You’re worrying too much.” You mumbled, making his eyes connect with yours before he looked down at your hand.

“The more we sit here, the faster these things will find a way to climb.”

Jean started to ramble, making your eyes roll at his endless ranting about waiting here until you finally grabbed a hold on his chin, forcing him to look at you. The rough contact of your lips meeting was sudden, making him shut up right away and melt against you.

The way he’s been waiting to do this to you since the day he first met you always flooded his mind and he couldn’t believe that you, out of all people, would kiss him first.

When you pulled back, the thoughts of the Titans below had escaped his mind and a stupid smirk came across his face, leaning in to kiss you again and you accepted.

“Maybe we should escape these Titans and go somewhere else?” He mumbled, making you punch his arm and he moved back, frowning.

“Shut up, Jean.”

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Wrong Ship | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and Peter are best friends and everyone ships you with him. Bucky has a crush on you and gets jealous, later confessing that he has feelings for you. 

A/N: ayo so in this reader and peter are over 21 to make sure this isn’t weird. anon who requested this-- I’m so sorry it’s took me this long to get it out. Life has been busy and honestly I couldn’t find the inspiration to write it, but I hope you enjoy ! xx 

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“Peter!” You call out to your best friend. You’d had a horrible day and the only thing that you knew would make you feel better was talking it over with your best friend.

 Peter was always that person you could turn to in any situation, happy or sad, and it was now known between all the Avengers, Peter was your go to and no one else would be able to help. It was always Peter. A few of the Avengers had their thoughts on the two of you. They thought you were best friends, secretly pinning for each other and would bring it up a lot of the time saying how cute of a couple you two would be. This attention would then bring embarrassment to both you and Peter and a “We’re just friends!” 

“Peter’s not here..” Bucky says coming out from his room and frowning at your appearance. 

You wiped your tear stained cheeks, “Where is he? When will he be back?” 

“Mr. Stark took him to some expo in Washington D.C. He didn’t say when they would be back.” Bucky makes his way to you, “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I just.. I need Peter.” You sniffle, “I had a bad day and he knows how to make it better.” 

“I’m here.. Can I help?” 

You shook your head, “No.” To your luck the front door opened and in walked Peter talking away to Mr. Stark about the expo. 

“And that cool tech with the-” Peter stops when he sees you, “What happened?” He immediately drops his bags of souvenirs and comes to your aid. 

Bucky frowns as he watches you literally melt into Peter’s arms and begin crying. He couldn’t help but feel jealous of you and Peter’s relationship. It was a friendship; you made that known, but after what everyone says, he’s beginning to think differently. That maybe he doesn’t have a chance with you. 

Peter guides you to his room and shuts the door, leaving Bucky and Tony standing there both with differing opinions on the two of you. 

“They’re adorable together... I don’t know why they don’t see it.” Tony sighs and heads toward his workspace to begin tinkering with suits and other gadgets. 

���They are not adorable.” Bucky mutters before sulking back to his bedroom. 

~ 

Later that evening it was around dinner time that you and Peter made an appearance. You were laughing and smiling, in a much different mood than earlier. 

“Feeling better?” Bucky asks as you take a seat next to him, Peter on the other side of you. 

“Yeah.” You give him a smile, “Peter helped me out.” You give Peter’s arms a squeeze and this earns a few ooos and ahhh’s from the Avengers. 

“Oh helped you out?” Nat asks with a suggestive eyebrow. 

“You two have been locked in his room all day.” Tony says, “There better not be a new addition to the avengers and I mean it.” 

You and Peter flush with embarrassment, “Oh god, both of you stop.” 

“Y/n and I are just friends, you guys know this.” Peter says. 

“Look, can you two cut the bullshit?” Bucky snaps, standing abruptly.

“What?” You gaze up at him in shock at his outburst. 

“Are you two dating or not?” He motions between the two of you with his index finger, “All the lovey looks, the way you two hang out all the time. It’s like y’all are dating, so are you or not?” 

“I have a girlfriend.” Peter says, “I have for months.” 

“Pete has a girlfriend?!” Tony asks, “How did I not know this?”

You ignore Tony and direct your next question to Bucky, “Why would it matter, Bucky? If he and I were dating or not?” 

Uh oh. He’d been caught. “No reason.” He mutters before leaving the table. He hadn’t meant to snap but once he stood, he had to follow suit. Probably not the best choice of timing with everyone there. 

“You have a girlfriend, Parker?” Nat asks, “Why have you never mentioned her?” 

Peter motions to the table, “Because of you guys.” 

The table erupts in chaos, “us?” 

“Why? What’s wrong with us?!” 

“I’ll be right back.” You mutter, excusing yourself from the table and following after Bucky. You find him heading for the large balcony overlooking the city. 

“Bucky!” 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped on the two of you like that.” He apologizes, turning toward you. 

“What the hell was that back there?” You close the sliding glass door behind you, facing him with your arms crossed over your chest, “You always get all.. irritated when Peter and I are in a room or when our relationship is mentioned. I think I deserve an explanation to why.” 

“It was nothing.” 

You give him a look, “It’s not nothing. Bucky.. you act like you’re jealous.” 

“Jealous?!” He makes a pft sound, “I am not jealous of Peter Parker.” 

You hide your smile, “Bucky. Are you jealous of me and Peter’s relationship?” 

“No.” he mumbles, but it’s not believable. 

You step closer to him, dropping your hands from your chest, “Bucky, he and I are just friends. Best friends and we’re close. That’s all. like he said, he has a girlfriend and I have feelings for someone.” 

Great, now he actually does have someone to compete with. He rolls his eyes, “Great!” He turns around and begins to rant, “I didn’t have to worry about Peter, but I did and now I actually do have someone to worry about because you have feelings for someone else. I have feelings for you but of course you don’t feel the same way.” 

“It’s you.” 

But he doesn’t hear you and continues to rant, pacing, “I wanted to be Peter for you. That person that you need, that person who knows everything about you and-” He stops when it’s finally registered what you’ve said and looks down at you, “Wait, what?” 

You laugh softly, “Bucky, it’s you I have feelings for.” 

“Oh.” he frowns, “So, I’m ranting for nothing?” 

“Yeah.” you nod, closing the distance between the two of you, “Can you please just kiss me now?” 

He nods, “I can do that.” 

His lips meet yours and it’s like literal fireworks around you. Your hand grips the back of his neck and his hand goes to your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest, his other hand on your cheek. 

“In case it got lost in translation, I have feelings for you.” He mumbles softly against your lips. 

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WOW!! What a night. I can finally say I’ve seen @halsey in concert 🥺😭❤️ So thankful! Such a fun time! 💖💖 #LoveAndPowerTour

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Halsey: Love and Power Tour 2022

Five Point Amphitheater 

Irvine, CA 

Saturday, July 9, 2022 

The FivePoint Ampitheater is outdoors and looks amazing

Cornhole games!

Got my Whispers bag for merch (will print the poster at home LOL) 

Chicken strips, fries, and a Pepsi

Random friends: Mom with her daughter from Long Beach, guy from Long Beach, Marine girl from San Clemente

The Marias were so good, I highly recommend them.

They played “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High” by the Arctic Monkeys and I loved it

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Chapter 1: The Capture 

Love the intro like from the IICHLIWP trailer

THE TRADITION 

CASTLE! Mic flip!

Halsey asking if we know what to do when the chorus drops and me shouting OH YEAH!! 

Halsey saying to STOP THAT TRACK

She doesn’t usually like to pit cities against each other (random guy shouting, WHAT IRVINE??)

Show is almost 2 hours long, baby, gonna need a lot of energy! She can see everyone all over 

My OMG realizing she’s restarting Castle 

EASIER THAN LYING HIGH ENERGY 

you should be sad is the best country song ever, we all stomped our feet! 

Firework shower with the Yeah-Yeah-YeahYeah Yeah 

I loooove the rock demo version of 1121 and of course the Die For Me track-I SOLD 15 MILLION RECORDS FOR A BREAKUP NOTE 

CHAPTER 2: RELEASE

The intro for Graveyard from the LA show with the Euphoria vibes 

“I really like you guys. You’re a cool ass f*cking crowd, I really f’ing love you guys. Wanna sing along with me going forward? 

COLORS!! The Badlands feels are so real 

How are you guys feeling right now? 

Absolutely never ever stops to blow my f’ing mind that I get to perform on stage and perform in front of a crowd that looks like this!

First show she ever played around these parts, Observatory? Asked Sheperd 

Played for 100 people (might be generous) 

Lighting power run through the kitchen, no fries that night 

Don’t wanna spend too much time talking, last night of tour little emotional (aww) 

How many people is this your first time seeing me in concert? How many have seen me before? 

Oh My Good Goooood? Loudest response for this tour of that question

Can tell you been rocking with me from the beginning 

Whether here for beginning, or 5 min before walked in building

Really grateful to have you here

Make sure tonight is the best concert you’ve ever seen in your f’ing life 

Hurricane with the Room 93 visuals ahhh 

LILITH!! My favorite! I shouted YES because it wasn’t on the setlist the night before and I was too happy to see it! I’m all “AW YEAH” during the beginning before I sing along. I also love the visuals with the Titane vibes

I heard the Lighthouse Siren and was sooo hyped, them O’Jays Ship Ahoy vibes at this concert had me emotional. 

“This Woman Will Not Go Quietly” line from the film 

One of my favorites, the rock Banshee vibes, beautiful visuals, I’m so in love 

killing boys - The whole crowd shouting “I’mma Uma Thurman your ass” was poetic

“You’re gonna hear the weird sh*t before you get the hits because that’s my style, but you begged for this so you better f’ing sing!” 

GIRL IS A GUN!!! 

YES!

TALK 2 (Chapter 3: Reflect) 

Be Kind drawing time!! 

Done paintings every single time something different

Those close in her life, do you plan? I mean, come on

No, Absolutely Not 

Do you plan what you’re gonna say? Set list before you get there? Same. 

This tour has been a lesson for me in embracing surrendering control (mild cheer for that—I did for the song Control) 

Used to get on stage wanting so badly it all to be perfect

Looks back on pics of sparkly costumes doing choreography and goes who tf is that? 

You guys know that feeling? It’s not just a musician thing. You see pics of yourself when you were younger you’re like who tf is that?

Kinda the same thing, 50 million pictures like that on Google

Ask at the beginning of show, what matters more to the story, is it good or is it true? 

Look at self in pictures, true to herself then, being true 

Some songs that she’s written doesn’t relate to same way? Does that make them untrue? Words not me anymore even tho they were at some point…little bit of a mindf*ck. Idk, kinda crazy

Most true version of myself is up here with a pen in my hand, canvas in front of me, and like 20,000 people that I love with my f’ing heart (I screamed WE LOVE YOU) 

When I look back in a couple years, won’t think omg who tf is that, will think wow, I was so lucky to be that person once in my life, so thank you. 

Songs about difficult times, used to be very sad alll the time. Still pretty sad all the time but wanna say if you’re here and share that same mentality, look back at version of you that related to sad songs and not that person anymore, sing your heart out tonight. Get it all out. When you leave, don’t take that old person with you, you’re not that b*tch anymore. You gotta exercise the demons and leave them on the floor 

This song is called 100 Letter 

100 Letters, everyone had their phones up with lights

TALK 3 (Pre 929)

In the spirit of the show of not letting things being perfect. 

Like the worst ever sang, on the verge of tears the entire time. 

imma gonna fight this I’m not gonna f’ing cry, I’m gonna do it! 

I did not do it. I failed. Miserably haha 

G-damn not even halfway through the set and I’m already crying 

“Where the f you at?” I coughed. 

HALSEY CHANT

Are you trying to make you make me cry? Are you guys playing a game with me? This is some sick f’ing twisted sh*t you’re doing. And you guys trying to make me cry more this is some sick sh

Believe me sang song 100 times it doesn’t make me cry anymore 

About to cry because knew what song comes after it, haven’t played it in years 

Probably most important song written for self in entire life.Really wanted to perform it in front of you guys tonight 

Dad to finally call me, he did (AWW) 

I wasn’t in love them (but I sure as F am now!!!) 

Done being sad, no more being sad long night ahead of us, TIME TO BE GAY

HONEY 

Me: HONEYYYY 

Went into 3AM

ME: YESSS

She’s laughing during it so cute!!

Fireworks and playing with guitarist

Talked about how fast song is and you don’t need to know the words 

TALK 4 (Thankful to fans, curfew) 

I know for a fact people on my team backstage rn like, “She good?” 

Are you OK? Did somebody slip you something before the show? WTF is going on?

Soaking up every second possibly can because this is the last night and love what I do so f’ing much

I hope from bottom of night you can see it all over my face how much I love being up here and being with you

Why get out here and do a show 2 horus long

Other do hour, get on stage, F off and leave

Wanna be here every f’ing second until the cops come up and yank me off stage for breaking curfew

F’ing love what I do!

Thank you for letting me do it love you guys so f’ing much! 

STOMPING FEET

So Good - like a couple weeks new don’t get too excited. 

“I love getting to play this song when he’s standing back there” LOVE TO ALEV

BAD AT LOVE - YES 

HOLD ME DOWN 

SHE DID THE SPLITS 

TALK 4 (BAND/Ring Announcer)

Most incredible musicians and people and friends 

So lucky all agreed to come on the road with me

Could’ve been doing something much cooler, I promise haha 

Usually make fun of them during this part 

Drums - next season of Bachelorette

Keys - Terrified of goldfish 

Make something up and embarass them

Too heartfelt, need you guys to be so loud for me 

DRUMS: Harry (will you guys please give it up for Harry!) 

GUITAR: Liv 

Don’t f’ing look at me I’ll cry 

KEYS Bonnie 

Halsey says she’s calling them out like a ring announcer

AND OVER HERE CHECKING IN AT 245 POUNDS HE IS TOUGH (I audibly said omGGG LITERALLY MY BRAND WITH MY WRESTLING LOVING SELF I lost it here) HE HAILS FROM IRVINE CA

YESS WHOOO

That’s my impression…this is why everyone on my team is gonna say somebody drugged me

Last show with tme as well, grateful to have support on road 

Part do 2 more songs, prepare to leave, comeback and do encore 

HALSEY CHANT 

For what? What did I do? I didn’t even do anthing

WHISPERS

GO BACK AND F HIM 

GASOLINE! FIRE (I love hearing my name in it) 

Chapter 4: Reflect

Flashing lights and rock music

Jumps up with flames and PYRO

NIGHTMARE 

Statistics for Abortion (my camera shut off for it ofc but it was PHENOMENAL) 

TALK 5 (Abortion Rights/Political)

Put in show 5 weeks before Supreme Court decision and statistics were much different then

We’re here in our little island 

Second to say as long as I have a microphone and stage if your well being livelihood and happiness at stake I will always f’ing be political 

In case you couldn’t tell, so many people in the crowd I recognize I’ve met so many times, who stories I know, parents I know, journeys through school work and life that I know, break f’ing heart if something going on in this world cause you bodily harm to get care you need and I did nothing about it

If politics aren’t your thing all good, 

Just learned a valuable lesson don’t come to a Halsey concert then.

Little bit of time

CHANT

MY BODY - Audience: MY CHOICE 

“THANK YOU!”

Music is political. Everything is political. Brave to leave house come here exactly as you are. Clothes you were. Words you sing. People you love. Things you do. Everything is f’ing political 

Running up that hill with the flame bar

WITHOUT ME 

Went into audience, guy had sign said his BF broke his heart, Halsey said “F HIM” to flip off hurtful ex

Confetti!! 

Acapella, 

“Put you up there, I don’t know why” - audience

I Am Not A Woman I’m a God 

Irvine. Thank you guys so much for an incredible night. So glad I got to close out this tour with you. This will be my last tour here for a really long time playing shows here in the states so I really love you and I really appreciate you for a great night. Did you have fun? Get home safe. I love you!

Y’aburnee playing on way out 

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oughhfdjfbds i live for your lee xiao stuff so maybe 12 or 28 (whichever you prefer ndjjdsn) with xiaoven and lee xiao?? only if you want to of course aaaa

a/n: HEY GIRLIE..... writing this literally made me go nuts dont look at me im so in love with xiao it’s embarrassing

prompts:

12. “Why are you holding back? Laugh!”

28. “Sorry, I forgot how ticklish you are.”

word count: 1.3k (under the cut)

“Xiao, c’monnn! I was only teasing,” Venti yelled, a slight pout on his face as he watched Xiao continue to walk away from him. He was aware that his energy could be a bit much sometimes, especially for someone like Xiao who had almost no relationship experience when the two confessed their feelings, but still... Upon realising that his apologies were getting him nowhere, Venti thrust himself a few feet ahead of his partner on a wind current, folding his arms to block Xiao’s path.

“Xiaoooo... I know I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorryyy! It’s just- you act really cute whenever I hug or even touch you, but I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable, I mean it. I know you’re not a huge fan of PDA.” The Anemo Archon trailed off, twiddling his thumbs like a cartoon character caught in the middle of a crime.

Xiao flinched, coughing sharply behind his hand to distract from the the light pink hue overtaking his cheeks. “Barbatos, what have I said about you calling me cu-... that?” He huffs quietly, glaring at the man stood before him. He quickly averted his gaze at the sight of Venti’s puppy eyes, choosing to focus on a patch of flowers nearby instead.

“Nooo! Don’t start calling me Barbatos again, I already said I was sorry!” Venti whined, latching onto one of Xiao’s sleeves and making a show of wiping his faux tears on it. He giggled playfully when Xiao pulled his arm back in disgust, trying to wipe away the wet patch on his usually pristine vest.

“Besides, you do get all cute whenever I try show you any affection! Just yesterday, you yelped and jumped about 3 foot in the air because I poked you to get your attention. I know that I sometimes forget how ticklish you are, and I admit that maaay be my fault, but you can’t say that wasn’t at least the slightest bit endearing.”

Xiao tensed up at the memory, a shiver making it’s way up his spine as he furrowed his brows. “It wasn’t,” he said, though he still refused to look his partner in the eye’s.

Looking back on it, Venti was aware he should’ve quit while he was ahead. Xiao had a short temper, and Venti’s wallet was far too dry for him to buy the Adepti more bowls of Almond Tofu as a peace offering. But still, Venti wouldn’t be a very good bard if he kept all of his quick-wittedness and sharp tongued retorts to himself, would he?

“Oh my god, you’re blushing. That’s precious.” He giggled, reaching up to brush his thumbs across the warmth of Xiao’s face.

“I am not!” Xiao hissed, taking a step backwards and embarrassing himself further when he had to steady himself, having tripped over a small rock that he hadn’t noticed just moments before.

“You totally are- ahhh! Xiao- oof!” Venti gasped, finding himself lying flat on his back with Xiao straddling his waist, the Adepti’s hands grasping at the grass surrounding the sides of the bard’s head. “That could’ve hurt, you know!” Venti frowned, bottom lip jutted out comically.

“You fell on grass, there’s no way that wo- stop changing the subject!” Xiao growls, leaning down so he was nose-to-nose with his partner.

“Your eyes are really beautiful from down here.”

Xiao glared down at the bard, fists clenching. “I’m not cute, not beautiful, so stop saying it- oh...” He looked down, his face turning almost as red as a strawberry as he realised the position they were in. He had meant to get his point across, not stra- Well, not whatever this was.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, love?” Venti cooed. It was mean, he knew it was- but not taking advantage of how flustered Xiao was would surely be a lot meaner, he concluded.

‘L-love?!’ The pet name echoed in Xiao’s head, and he let out a quiet noise akin to a whine, making Venti swoon. He squirmed in embarrassment as he felt a pair of hands creep up to his sides, their thumbs trailing back and forth in a way that only Venti knew could get to him.

“You have to use your words, Xiao. What was it you were trying to say, hmm?” Venti smirked, his tone sickeningly sweet as he watched the other struggle to stay still.

“Barba- Venti! Mmh-hhah...! Quit it! Let me speak,” Xiao managed to get out through his huffs, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his throat. “Mmh-hmm-hm! Nooo- this isn’t fahair...!”

Venti hummed contentedly, rolling his eyes. “You could just get off of me, you know? I’m not gonna chase y-“

“No!”

“Ouch, cutting me off was rude,” the bard pouted. “Suit yourself, though.” And with that, Venti raised his legs to better support Xiao’s back, noticing that he was struggling to balance. Thumbs were suddenly replaced with 5 nails on each side, gently scribbling up and down.

Xiao positively squealed, slapping a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the sounds, the other flying down to grab handfuls of grass to anchor himself.

Venti wasn’t too surprised, really. Xiao had always been a stubborn one, and it usually took a lot of persistence to crack him. But sitting in Venti’s lap, laughing? No, giggling, and hardly making a move to escape? That was new. He wasn’t complaining though, and as his nails wormed their way into his partner’s exposed underarms, scribbling playfully at the skin, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

A shrill squeak filled the air, and the poor Adepti squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, refusing to give Venti the satisfaction of seeing the pleading look behind his eyelids. “Ple-eehe- mmh-hmmm! Not there, ahh!”

As precious as this was, the bard did want to hear some proper laughter. It’d only be fair, after all. “Why are you holding back, my love? You’re allowed to laugh, you know.”

And laugh he did.

The teasing lilt to the bard’s voice finally broke through Xiao’s resolve, and a wave of panicked giggles spilled from his lips as he squirmed from left to right, shaking his head. “Nooohoho- ahh! Ventieehee, it’s not fair, ahaha!” Xiao half-squealed, half-growled, his legs shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright. “I caha- no! No no noooo! Not thehere, pleaaase!”

“Not where, hmm? Venti cooed softly. “Right heeeere?” He made a point of flexing his fingers in Xiao’s underarms, being rewarded with an adorable cackle and a frantic nod. “Just lift your arms, I can’t do much if I’m trapped-“

Xiao frantically raised his arms, finding it almost impossible to feel embarrassed about how easy it was for his partner to get him to do just about anything in this state. He just needed Venti’s nails out of there. His relief was cut short as he felt the tickling return tenfold, helpless cackles bursting out of his chest like fireworks, leaning down to bury his red face in Venti’s shoulder.

“I wasn’t lying though, Xiao. You do look really beautiful from down here.” Venti mumbled, mostly to himself, unable to take his eyes off the squirming man in his lap. His hair was strewn all over the place, mouth wide open as giggles flowed out of him like honey, the grin on his face making the bard’s heart do cartwheels. It had been a while since he’d heard Xiao laugh like this, and he hoped to savour it for just a little while longer.

All good things must come to an end, of course, and Venti stopped his attack mere moments later, having noticed tiny tears pricking at the corners of Xiao’s eyes. He watched thoughtfully as his partner came down from his giggle-high, a smile tugging at his lips when Xiao finally calmed down enough to rub away the lingering sensations on his sides.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for. I didn’t mean to go so far,” Venti said, an apologetic expression on his face. He carefully propped himself up on his arms, using surrounding rocks for support as he sat up. The bard pressed a quick kiss to Xiao’s pink cheeks, and as he finally made a move to stand up, his partner spoke. So quietly that Venti couldn’t hear him, in fact. “What was that, dearest?”

Xiao placed a hand on Venti’s chest, swallowing thickly as he gently shoved the bard back down into the grass.

“You- you didn’t have to stop...

[drarry-we-meet]

Valentine’s Day Sucks

Part 1

Draco grit his teeth as another wave of ooohs and ahhhs sounded across the small collection of cubicles. He tried to ignore the outbreak of distinctly feminine chatter and focus on the report he was currently writing. After reading the same paragraph three times, he was finally able to get back into the flow of things. He was halfway through drafting his next sentence when a loud bang followed by assorted squeals and giggles broke out, and he couldn’t help but sneak a peek.

Longbottom was currently surrounded by a cloud of glittering pink smoke that smelled strongly of roses, and there on his desk was a humongous box of chocolates. Draco sighed, he was more than ready for this Valentine’s Day nonsense to be over with. It was bad enough hearing all the witches in his department cooing like a pack of wild doves each time one of them received a flower delivery, which of course was every few minutes. But to make matters worse, this year the wizards seemed to be getting just as many gifts thanks the Wheezes new ad campaign which insisted that witches must also get soppy romantic trinkets for their gents.

Draco would have admired such a brilliant marketing strategy, that had surely doubled their profits this year, if it didn’t cause him to have double the annoyance at the same time. While the witches gifts were more traditional and quiet; flowers, chocolate, jewelry. The men’s gifts were far sillier; singing heat shaped telegrams that burst into miniature fireworks at the end of their song, stuffed bears that did cartwheels across desks before exploding into a shower of confetti, and large boxes like Longbottom’s that went off like a bomb, leaving behind chocolates once the smoke had cleared.

Of course it didn’t help matters that Draco knew he wouldn’t be receiving anything this year. It wasn’t that he was alone, at least not technically. He had been seeing, or at least sleeping with, Harry-savior-of-the-whole-fucking-wizarding-world Potter, for just over 4 months. Not that it counted though, probably. They had never discussed whether or not what they were doing was exclusive. For Draco it was, and he was fairly certain it was for Harry as well, seeing how he barely had any free-time as Deputy Head Auror and all. But a lack of time to see other people, and actually wanting to date someone were two very different things.

Case in point was the Mountain of gifts that Draco could see steadily growing in the office across the room filled with their cubicles. Witches and wizards from all over the world sent Harry gifts each holiday, but this one always seemed to be the worst. Two curse breakers were currently stationed in the room sorting, screening, and vanishing questionable gifts, while Harry himself was still out meeting with the muggle liaison of Interpol for some reason or another. He wasn’t due to return until Monday, and by then his office would be clear once again.

The safe candy was set aside to be distributed to various departments in the ministry, particularly those inconvenienced the most by this whole fiasco; the mailroom, the janitors union, the curse breakers, and of course the aurors. All of the mail was piled neatly for his secretary to review. The majority of it would be vanished of course, but a few of the most polite ones would be answered eventually.

In fact, now that Draco thought about it, his willingness to always be available to Harry no matter how last minute or weird the hour was, in order to be able to see Harry in between his many meetings and trips abroad might be the only reason Harry even bothered with him at all. It was that thought, paired with the reminder that so far whatever ‘this’ was between them had remained a carefully guarded secret from even their closest friends, that caused a sharp clenching pain inside his gut. Draco determinedly pushed all thoughts of the idiot-who-lived far from his mind and tried once again to focus on work.

By lunchtime, the continuous loud bangs and rose scented smoke that accompanied them, had the beginnings of a migraine forming behind Draco’s eyes. He decided to escape the ministry for a bit and get some fresh air at the cafe across the street. He had just finished, and stood up to don his coat when a shadow appeared across his desk. He looked up into the sneering faces of Zacharias Smith, his well-endowed girlfriend, and a couple of brand new trainees whose names he didn’t care to remember.

"I was just about to head to lunch Smith so whatever it is you need will have to wait till after I return,” Draco kept his most impassive face in place, but his voice was firm. He knew the only thing Smith wanted was to start trouble and he wasn’t in the mood for any of it.

Smith smirked, “I just wanted to ask you where your Valentine’s Day gift was," he asked with a faux sweet voice.

That threw Draco for a loop for a minute, “What are you talking about?"

Smith and his group immediately started laughing, Draco wasn’t sure what the hell they found so funny or why on earth they were asking him about Valentine’s gifts of all things.

Smith’s smile had only gotten wider, “Well Malfoy, he emphasized, maybe it has escaped your notice, but you’re the only person in the entire department, possibly even the entire ministry who hasn’t received even one measly card.”

Draco could feel his heart rate picking up, but he hadn’t lived with old-moldyfarts for nothing, and was able to keep his face blank and posture relaxed. Smith was just getting warmed up though, pointing out how ‘of course’ they shouldn’t be so surprised that he hadn’t received anything, since he was death eater scum and all. By this point they were attracting the attention of the rest of the office.

Draco could see out of the corner of his eye that Granger was heading their direction, but Draco would rather die than have someone he once allowed to be tortured in his house defend him from a spineless git like Smith.

Draco carefully rolled his eyes and shook his head at Smith, “is that really the best you could come up with today Zachary?” Because he knew how much Smith hated people using the shorter form of his name, "you must be having just such a fulfilling Valentine’s Day yourself if you would rather spend all your time talking to me than your girlfriend, what are you 12?” He then swept out of the office before Smith could reply or Granger could reach them.

He was waiting down the hall for the lift when a fierce grip grabbed his arm and spun him around. It was Smith’s girlfriend, and Draco was fairly shocked to be manhandled by her. She, unlike her slimy boyfriend, had always seemed like a genuinely nice person. However her face right now was twisted in fury.

"No one will ever love you," she spat. "You can look down on us all you want, but in the end you will be a bitter old man and die alone. You don’t even have any friends!” She spun on her heel and left then.

Draco was left reeling in the hallway, his vision swimming a bit and his breathing a bit too fast and shallow. As the room came back into focus he locked eyes with Granger. Of course she had followed him out into the hall, of course she’d probably seen the whole thing. Fuck. The lift chimed and Draco stumbled back into in, jamming the door close button to stop her from pursuing him any further. He knew that look, that look of pity, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Draco ended up skipping lunch, he walked aimlessly around the nearest park until his face and fingers were numb with cold despite his gloves and warming charms. The words, “no one will ever love you,” played on endless repeat in his head as he fought to direct his thoughts toward anything else. He didn’t know why he let their words get to him like that, he didn’t give a shit what Smith or his girlfriend thought.

But the words had cut him to the bone, mainly because it was a very real fear he had held onto since the end of the war. His friends had all fled the country after the trials, some even before, and his dating life had been pretty nonexistent for the last 6 years. Nothing they had said was technically wrong. The men Draco had been with were ok with fucking him as long as no one ever found out. He just wasn’t the type of person anyone could ever take home to meet their parents.

And Draco had been ok with that, or so he thought. Relationships were just messy, unnecessary. Until Harry. Harry was the first man Draco had ever been with who took him to dinner, (at muggle restaurants), who always spent the night, who held him after sex, who made breakfast for him the morning after. Harry made him watch muggle films on his couch while giving him neck rubs or foot rubs and always made sure he had Draco’s favorite tea on hand. By the second month Draco had begun to think that maybe, just maybe they were something more than just sex.

But then one day they had been interrupted mid-foreplay by one of Harry’s friends visiting unannounced, and Harry had quickly shoved Draco into the closet and told him to be quiet. Draco had died a little inside that day. It was an unspoken agreement after that. Draco was a secret, a dirty little secret, just like always.

Draco returned to the office a few minutes late, half frozen and despondent, but as always he didn’t let any of it show on his face. He had considered skiving off the rest of the day, but wouldn’t give Smith the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under his skin.

He buried himself in his work and carefully ignored any whispers or glances he felt come his way, but he was still attuned enough to the atmosphere of the room to notice as everyone was wrapping up their tasks at the end of the day and loudly discussing their romantic plans for the evening, when a ripple of silence suddenly overtook the room. It was so quiet and still that Draco looked up, wondering if everyone had somehow been stupefied simultaneously.

His jaw dropped as his eyes met green. Harry was standing just in front of his desk looking so very fit in his deputy head uniform. His brass buttons shining, his hair tousled just right, his brilliant eyes unobstructed since he’d finally ditched his horrid specs long ago. He was holding a garment bag in one hand and the biggest bouquet of long stemmed roses in the other. They were wrapped in white silk with a dark red bow, each petal had gold filigree on the edges.

"Are you ready to go darling?” He asked with a warm and inviting face, a fair bit of mischief in his eyes.

Draco, who had no idea what was going on, but was pretty sure he must have passed out from all the fumes and was dreaming just nodded.

Harry smiled brightly and laid the garment bag over Draco’s desk. "Well that’s good," Harry said, handing the roses to Draco, who took them dazedly, "Hermione told me you were too busy to pick up your suit today, so I went ahead and got it for you. We don’t have much time until the Portkey to Paris leaves so we’ll need to hurry home and change. I don’t think Le Cinq will let us in without the formal wear.

Draco who had decided he was definitely dreaming, simply nodded again and stood. Harry wasted no time walking around the desk to meet him. He placed a chaste, but lingering kiss on his lips, grabbed the bag and steered Draco toward the door with a warm hand on the small of his back.

The entire trek to the doors no one moved, Draco wasn’t sure any of them were even breathing. He wasn’t sure he was even breathing. Harry had just publicly outed them. Every face in the room was stricken with shock, except for Hermione who smiled at them both and Ron who gave him a curt nod. Draco realized neither of them were surprised. They know, he thought, oh gods they already know. He looked at Harry again and Harry gave him another dazzling smile and kiss on the cheek.

As soon as they were outside the doors a cacophony of noise sounded behind them and Harry turned to wink at Draco, but instead of heading toward the lifts, he simply wrapped his arm more firmly around Draco’s waist and apparated them on the spot.

-gift for @mothermalfoy

Link to Part 2:  https://drarry-we-meet.tumblr.com/post/190868463275/valentines-day-sucks-warning-this-2nd-half

[the-dead-skwad]

Secret X Damien Haas X Reader

Thank you for being so patient with me :) I know it takes me ages to post so I’m sorry. Another Damien fluff shit. The only warnings are swearing like always. I have mentioned names of family members, I know you won’t relate to that part but just like change it in your head. 

"Heeeyyyyy! What's up guys!" Your usual loud voice boomed across the set as you spoke to the camera. "Me and the beautiful Damien are here today playing an old spoopy classic in the spirit of halloweeeeeeeeeen!" You picked up the case for resident evil 2 and waved it around. It was the remastered version but still it was going to be as fun.

Damien took the case from your hand "ZOMBIES!" He yelled as loud as he could "Throw back!" and he literally threw the case behind him hitting the back of the set. "So glad you guys could join me and Y/N watching us kill some zombies and possibly poop our pants."

"I hope I don't, I really like these pants." You stuck your leg in the air .

Damien laughed "So if you were wearing pants you didn't like pooping your pants would be perfectly fine?" 

You looked around for a second "Ermmm yeah. Anyway don't forget to subscribe and punch that bell to get notifications! Punch it, slap it, hold its hand, do what you want to the bell. I'm such a hoe for zombies so I'm just superrr excited today!" 

Damien looked at you and laughed "You a hoe?" 

"Big hoe!" You both laughed together. 

As the game started one of the crew members switched the lights off "Oh!" Damien shouted "No one told me it would be in the dark." 

You turned slowly to look at him and spoke in a low whisper "How else do you do anything spoopy?" 

"You really freak me out when it comes to horrors, like you get so into it." "Hoe for horrors." You whispered really creepily. -- The shoot was going so well, your stomach actually hurt from laughing so much. "Quick!" You shouted again "There’s a zombie! There!" 

"I know Y/N I can see it." he turned to look at you for a split second "Ahhh!" A zombie shot out in front of the screen making you both scream.

"Oh you bitch!" you basically leapt out of your seat grabbing hold of Damien's arm and hiding behind him. "Nope!" 

He turned to look at you, "You okay back there?" He wrapped one arm around you. 

"Yeahhh" Your face popped back into shot from under his arm. Looking up at him you smiled, for just a minute your eyes lingered on his face, you noticed so much more than usual. His eyes, his smile, just everything about his was perfect. You soon snapped out of it when you realised you were both just staring at each other in front of all the crew. 

"I thinks that’s enough for now!" Ian's voice came across the set "We'll break for lunch and finish this later."

"So," You turned to look at him as you picked your bag up "What do you fancy for lunch?"

"Well I said to Shayne I'd meet him for lunch, go to the cafe down the road. Wonna come?" 

"As long as I'm not interrupting your man date." Walking towards the office to find Shayne. 

Just out of ear shot "You would never interrupt anything in my life." he answered you. 

--

Lunch was nice, the three of you sat outside in the sun with a coffee and a sandwich. 

"How was the shoot this morning?" Shayne looked at you both. 

Both of you looked at each other before you answered "Yeah it was good. Nearly shat myself at one point but all we have to do is shoot the wrap up." 

"Awesome. Bet its super funny." 

Taking a sip of your coffee you couldn't help but feel something happened between the two of you. Even after all this time of you working and being friends you hadn't really noticed anything. You knew you liked him but work and friendship was so important to you, you didn't want to ruin anything. 

You realised that while you were in your own thoughts Shayne and Damien were just talking so much shit. "Hey." Damien nudged you "You awake?" 

"Yeah." You smiled at him "I was just thinking..." He was looking at you in the same way again. 

Shayne hadn't noticed anything "I was thinking you guys could come on try not to laugh together or we could do who knows best, maybe Damien best friend" He pointed at himself "and on screen girlfriend" he pointed at you "Orrrrr I dunno.. hold on I have so many ideas." 

While Shayne was scrolling through his phone reeling off so many different things the tree of you could do together, you felt Damien's hand slowly touch your knee. He was wayy too much of a gentleman to touch you thigh. As he squeezed your knee you felt your heart jump into your throat. You reached down and placed your hand on his, you moved it up slightly so he wasn't reaching so far under the table. Squeezing his hand lightly so he knew that you were okay with all of this. 

"Damien, what do you think about this?" Shayne shoved his phone in his face snapping out of his daze. 

"Ahhh, erm shnizburtness."

You choked on your coffee "Whats up?" looking at him laughing so hard. "Are you okay man?" Shayne was laughing too "Did your brain break?" "Honestly I have no idea what just happened." His side-wards smile made you heart melt. 

Shayne go up to use the bathroom still laughing to himself. Damien turned to look at you taking both your hands in his. "So what are we doing?" 

"I'm not sure but what ever it is I'm absolutely loving it." 

Already sat pretty close you leaned in a little further. You could feel your heart beating through out your entire body as you pressed your lips against his. It was so perfect like nothing you had ever experienced in your life. It was like your brain turned into fireworks. 

He moved back and smiled at you, he stroked his thumb across your cheek "So perfect." 

"Oh my god! I've just had an idea.." Shayne was on his way back "Just pretend for now that nothing has happened." He sat back down "I think we should do Who knows best.. I question you two. You can fight it out for the spot of main man in my life."

"Awesome!" 

-- As soon as you got back to the office Shayne walked ahead to talk to Ian about the plan. Just before the set the was a door that lead to the costume room. You both knew that no one would be in there as you two were the only ones in this video. He looked at you and smiled. Checking around you to make sure no one could see you, you both went into the room. You only looked at each other for a second before you literally leapt on each other. Your lips smashed together, your entire body was filled with butterfly's. You jumped up and wrapped you legs around his waist. He took a few steps forward pushing you against the wall. Half a rail of costumes collapsed on the floor. His lips parted from yours and moved down to your neck. You threw your head back letting out a small moan.

"Hey!" A voice from behind the door made you panic. You jumped off him and straightened yourself out. The door swung open and Courtney stood there looking at you both. "What are you guys doing?" 

"Nothing," You said nervously "I just knocked this stand over." 

"Why do you look so flustered?" 

"I hurt my toe..." 

"Riiighhttt. They're waiting for you guys ." 

The rest of the shoot went perfect. Ian and Garett were happy to do a 'Who knows best' with the three of you as well. It was going to be hard but you only had to hide your relationship for 3 days. 

--

It as finally the day of the shoot, it had been very difficult keeping you both a secret. There was a couple of times you had snuck off and almost been caught. But from what you guys knew know had clocked on yet. Your plan would work perfectly as long as Shayne didn't know. 

As you stood at your kitchen counter making your coffee to take to work you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You squeezed his arm making him hold you tighter. He left gentle kissed on the exposed skin on your shoulder. "Hmmm. Why did we only just decide to do this?" 

"Well, you've asked this 20 times since we first kissed," You turned in his arms so you were face to face "and how was I supposed to know you liked me as much as I liked you." You gave him a meaningful kiss.

"I guess you could say zombies bought us together."

"What can I say.. I'm a hoe for horrors." 

He laughed at you hugging you tighter "Come on you we gotta get to work."

--

Pulling up in work parking lot Courtney pulled up right by you and Shayne was leaning against his car waiting for the lot of you. He looked at you both as you got out your car "Are you ready to be shameeeedddd as I prove that I am the ultimate best friend?" 

"Of course Shayne.. How ever will I beat you?" Damien shook his head, he watched you as you walked to the offices with Courtney.

As soon as the guys were out of earshot she looked at you "Soooo, how was last night? Did he stay over? Did anything happen? Do I need to  start looking for bridesmaid dresses?" 

"Jesus Court" You laughed at her "No, nothing happened. Me and Damien are just super good friends. All this chemistry is for the fans," As you lied through your teeth all you could see in your head were flashes of the night before. The touching, feeling, searching. My god you had never had sex like it. 

--

On set you were quite excited. It was set up so you sat opposite Damien and Shayne . As soon as you all sat down you could feel Damien’s foot stroking your leg. You raised your eyebrows at him and smiled. 

"Action!" Garett shouted.

"Hey guys!" You spoke to the camera "We're here today to see who knows me best! I've been friends with Damien and Shayne for a few years now and we all know tumblr has shipped me with both. So really I guess its a test for the ultimate ship. We also have the jury sat by our side." You pointed to Courtney, Noah and Kieth sat at the side "They can give a guess if both bots get it wrong."

"So!" Shayne spoke as loud as always "Last time Courtney beat Damien and won the spot of my best friend, I shall prove today that I am the best."

"In your dreams bitch!" Damien laughed at him "Before we start can we just ask you to subscribe and punch that notification bell so you know what we're doing." 

"First question!" You looked at the cards infront of you "How many siblings do I have? Extra points for gender and names."

"Oh fuck!" Shayne said loudly "You have a huge family!" 

Damien smiled at you and gave you a small wink, luckily no one saw him. The camera probably did though. You picked up the water gun off the table and started to pump it "I fully well know they won't get this right."

They both sighed as they finished writing. Shayne went first "I guessed 2 sisters, 3 brothers. Lydia, Kate, John, Johnathon and Johnny." 

Everyone laughed at him, "John, Johnathon and Johnny?" Courtney nearly screamed at him.

"I couldn't think of other male names!" 

"Shyane! There's literally multiple males in this room!" Noah couldn't believe him. 

Still laughing you smiled at Damien "Anddddd how wrong are you?" Even though you were together you would genuinely be impressed if he got it right.  

He spun the board around "You have 4 sisters, no brothers. Lydia, Mia, Ava and your step sister who you don't actually see Jess." 

You smiled and shook your head. You pumped the gun a little more ans shot Shayne directly in the chest making him scream. "Honestly I'm impressed Damien. How in the hell did you know that?" 

"Well you know" He just shurgged "I listen." 

Courtney squeaked "That is super cute." 

If only she knew you thought to yourself. You internally smiled "Anyway next question. This one is easier. What is my favourite thing to order for lunch? I know I pretty much eat two things but I deffo get one thing more." 

It literally took them two seconds to answer which really made you think you should change up your diet. "Damien you first."

"This is also very easy.." He spun his board around "So you either get pad thai, which is most of our favourite but more than usual you get subway chicken and bacon BBQ wrap."

Shayne made a very loud noise "I said chicken and bacon too!" 

"Yep, you're both right.. I seriously need to try more food apparently."

After a list of questions you pulled out the last one smiling to yourself. You looked up at Shayne and laughed to yourself, he was literally dripping wet and Damien had got one wrong. You turned to look at the camera. "If this question wasn't so good I'd just end it here. I mean jesus Shayne! You call yourself my friend."

Damien also laughed "Honestly from this it looks like you guys have never actually met." 

"Okay!" Shayne shouted. "I clearly do not listen to you guys enough. I promise from this day forward I will be a better friend." 

You rolled your eyes at him "Anyway, final question." They started a drum roll on the table "True or false I have a secret boyfriend." 

"What!" Courtney shouted "I mean there’s no way! We would know that." You smiled at everyone "Shayne you first."

He looked around doing that fmaous confused face "I put false... because there’s no way you wouldn't tell us." 

You smiled at Damien as he spoke "So I said true..." He spun his board around "Because Its me." 

The room was silent for a second. Shayne turned slowly looking at both of you "WHAT!" He shputed the loudest you had ever heard him. 

"Wait." Kieth stood up "You two are together... like actually together." 

You smiled at him for the millionth time "Yeah we are." 

"OOOOHHHH MY GOD!" Courtney had now joined in on the screaming.  

You stood up and walked up to him to give him a hug. He also stood up and wrapped his arms around you "Sorry dude, I wanted to tell you but we thought this way would be so much funnier." 

Shayne joined in on the hug "I mean finally!" Then they all joined in for a big group hug. 

You pulled away and winked at the camera. "I just have one last thing I need to do though." You walked back round to your side of the table and pulled out the biggest water gun "I'm sorry dude." You pointed it straight at Shayne "But you did get the last one wrong!"

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Kakashi/Reader- The one

"Tadaima," Kakashi's voice echoed in the hallway of (y/n)'s house. 

He had expected an "Okairi" resonate from your apartment but instead was met with emptiness. 

Kakashi trotted down the hallway, noticing a faint layer of dust cover the walls, the floors were carpeted with a layer of dust, even the bed was made and looked like it hadn't been slept on for days. He then proceeded to check the drawers, no groceries, not even any faint signs of cooking. 

He broke into a sweat, his heart thumping violently in his chest. He started panicking, fear taking over him instantly as he thrashed about the house, calling (y/n)'s name loudly but in vain. 

No one called out to him. He felt his heart drop in his chest. It wasn't possible. Where had (y/n) gone? Even if you had decided to leave him, after all, you should be in your apartment. Or did you fall in love with someone else so fast in these 6 months that you decided to live with him?

No, no, no.......Kakashi started hyperventilating.  (y/n) was his rock, the only thing that gave him the strength to get up in the morning and live through the day. He practically breathed just to see you smile, went on missions to save money so that he could provide you with a good future. You were his life, you were the one who gave meaning to his existence, he was incomplete without you. You filled up the deep void in his heart and being with you always made Kakashi think that everything was okay, that he too could feel happiness again. That he still had a chance at life. 

He did not deserve you though. Underneath his cocky, teasing expression always lied the insecurity that he wasn't good enough for you. That you would someday or the other realise that there we so many better people than him out there who could at least stay at home and provide you with some comfort during your distressed times, not somebody who was always away on a mission. 

But still, his chest hurt, his heart ached, everything throbbed. He wanted someone better for you, but it was still so very hard for him to let go. He remembers the day when he had told you about Obito and Rin, fearing that finally that would knock some sense into you and you would leave him for good. Instead, you had held him in your arms, kissing that very scar on his eye and that very arm that had pierced through Rin's chest. 

You had first caressed your eye injury, saying "You got this scar trying to protect the ones you love, your comrade, Obito." you said, soothing over that angry red blemish. 

"And this one," she had held his hands between her own, squeezing them with all her love. 

"You have saved countless lives with it, don't forget it. And even during that time with Rin, it was for the good of the village Kakashi. You are a shinobi who thought of his village even in the most crucial times, don't let that get you down. Don't forget that I would still love you, no matter what you did or what you will do, scars and all." 

"Why? Why someone like me?" he had retorted back. 

"Because you are you. Beneath all of your insecurities and mistakes, you are Hatake Kakashi, not the copy ninja, not Kakashi of the Sharingan, not the cold-blooded Kakashi, but the Hatake Kakashi who loves reading the smut book written by your sensei's sensei, the Hatake Kakashi who can make the best sushi ever, the Hatake Kakashi who does not ignore anyone no matter how much he shows that he tries too, the Hatake Kakashi who puts his village over everyone, is one of the, no, the best shinobi that I know, the Hatake Kakashi who is not as cold-blooded as he shows himself to be, but in fact, is a softie at heart. Hatake Kakashi who is also a human and is allowed to make mistakes. I love that Hatake Kakashi."

"But I am always on a mission, what if once there is a time when you need me but I can't be there for you. I hardly am home. You need, no you deserve someone who at least stays with you for the better part of the year." Kakashi had reflected, his eyes cast downwards.

That is when you had held his chin up to force him to look into your eyes and said-

"Hatake Kakashi, you don't even know how happy you make me. The times when you're with me is enough. I would not trade you for anyone even if you were home for only a single day in a whole year because," you had paused, kissing his temple so tenderly that Kakashi had nearly melted on the spot. 

"No one in their lifetime can make me feel so fortunate, so peaceful, so whole that you make me feel in a single moment that I spend with you."

And Kakashi couldn't hold back the tears any more. At last, after such a long time, Hatake Kakashi had finally broken down and had released all that pent up tears, that disappointment, that broken heart and you had been right there to pick all those pieces up and put them back together. 

He had made love to you the first time that night. 

That happening has been etched in his mind, detail by detail.  He had not wasted any time to devour your lips with his, his tongue already entering inside your mouth exploring it while his hands had wrapped up your knees around his waist. Barely giving you time to respond, he had begun caressing down your jaw, moving over to your collarbone where he had kissed those 3 freckles splattered across. You had desperately removed his vest, your touches over his bare skin had felt like fireworks had erupted all over and he wanted to drown in that feeling forever,  he wanted to drown himself in your love. 

When he had finally entered you, in that exact moment, he had felt impeccable, consummated. As if there were no more holes, no more cracks left. The height of ecstasy that he had felt that day had been indescribable.

That night he had finally realised that you were the one for him. 

And after 1 year since that night, he still had self-doubts that you would leave him anytime. He mostly was on missions, and the times when you were together, he always made sure to utilise it to the fullest. He wasn't very good with words, often failed to express how much he had missed you in the time when he was gone, but he knew that you understood him and that was more than okay for him. 

But for this mission had extended for a very long time. For about 6 months, he had to infiltrate the village hidden in the stone and learn about their military strength, the bond between leaf village and stone village wasn't looking very good and war could erupt any moment. It was a duty that Tsunade had personally give him and he couldn't say no to it. 

He knew he had been gone too long. Anything could have conspired in those 6 months. People could fall out of love, and be with someone else. He would not blame you if you broke up with him, only blame himself. He knew he was lacking, that his heart still had too many breaks, that he still suffered from nightmares which disturbed your sleep often, that he wasn't that romantic. It was no wonder that you had stuck with him even after a whole year. 

Suddenly Kakashi remembered something. His house. It was possible that you could be at his house. It was as if through the darkness a ray light had broken through. Immediately disregarding all his tiredness he dashed towards his house, as fast as his legs would take him. 

He opened the door with such force that he marvelled at the fact how the hinges hadn't broken off at the back of his mind. The smell of roasted beef wafted through his nose as a smile etched upon his face, a deep sighing leaving his lips. It was as if a heavyweight had suddenly been lifted off his chest and he was free. He removed his jounin vest and walked about his house towards the dining room. 

A candle was lit on the table along with a covered plate of food and a note. 

Hey Hatake, 

So, if you are reading this right now, it means you have returned from the mission. You must be tired, so I have prepared one of your favourite dishes for you to eat. Just warm it up and have your fill. And if I haven't replied with "Okairi" to your "Tadaima" means that I must have fallen asleep. Sorry for not waiting, your bed is just too comfy and smells too much like someone I love from all my heart. Just eat fast, wash up and then come and wrap yourself around me. And if you aren't reading this that means this would be my breakfast tomorrow. Yummy!!! God, I am so dumb, writing about if you aren't reading this or not. But still, I want to feel you again Kashi. Please come back to me. 

With all the love I could give you, 

(y/n). 

Kakashi felt two wet drops fall on the paper as he furiously rubbed his eyes and smiled himself silly. What had he done to receive someone like you in life, he had always wondered. It was as if you had descended from very heaven as an angel sent to look after him. 

He quickly heated the roast and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then we quietly went to the bathroom to freshen up and then finally stepped into his bedroom to find you snoring softly, your hands wrapped around a pillow. Kakashi's pride soared when he saw you wearing his shirt and someone beneath his stoach clenched and became hard when he saw that you were wearing nothing but his shirt and underwear. 

How on earth could he have doubted an angel like you? 

He quickly made himself comfortable under the covers and wrapped his arm around you, while the other started drawing lazy circles in your back, feather-soft touches that made goosebumps rise across your skin. 

You stirred in your sleep, your arm wounding itself around Kakashi and whispered his name in your sleep. 

"I hope I wake up tomorrow and not find the bed empty again, Kashi," you mumbled. 

Ahhh, just hearing your voice again made all his weariness go away. The deep,  rich timbre of your voice never failed to make his hair stand. He grinned to himself tucking away a piece of stray hair behind your ear and kissed the nape of you neck softy, burying himself in your shoulder and at last he felt as if he was finally home. 

"You won't, I promise," he replied even though he knew that you might have not heard it. 

"I love you Kakashi," you stated as a sigh escaped your mouth and you again fell into a deep sleep. 

It was moments like this which Kakashi truly held dear to his heart. 

"I love you too, will always," he said.

He truly did not deserve you, he thought for the tenth time that day. But you were still here with him and he wouldn't have it any other way. And with that thought, Kakashi ultimately fell into a deep slumber.

"Its good to be home again."

[parisa-astra15]

~♪ Rhythm of Your Heart ♪~ (Days 3-7)

Summary: A series of compilation  stories set in my College Alternate Universe, where the  Lolirock cast are just normal  teenagers heading off to college trying to figure out life while settling into adulthood. Musically set to the tunes of Marianas Trench. 

Ships: Talisto, Levyna, NatIris,ZackPrax, Rorissa and MattAuri a few others sprinkled in there. 

*If it’s not your cup of Tea that’s 100% fair, go enjoy  all the other awesome content from the fandom ~

**If you are here for Talisto week 2020, welcome! Hope you like  the stories!

Day 3: First Kiss 

The sound of music and dancing was the universal sign of a good time. She had come out tonight to feel normal again. Enough time had passed and yet here she was.

Talia blended into the crowd and began to sneak out of a party, purposely avoiding her friends, taking the route off the roof by using the fire escape. She frowns as tears stung her eyes as she hugs her arms softly. After a few steps she sighed leaning against  the wall taking a  seat outside of Lev’s apartment. She wanted to leave, but it was a shitty thing to leave without saying anything to Iris and Auriana. This only made the pressure of anger in her lower abdomen  knot and twist as she took a seat on the steps of  the fire escape.

What  brought on this mixture of melancholy and angry frustration? A stupid song, her ex’s favorite song, it had been a month since she and Kyle had broken up.  And some dumb song shouldn't make her feel so many emotions all once, it was like remembering something she had desperately to forget and bury yet couldn't.

Suddenly there was a click from the sliding  door opening and a surprise gaze of a young burgundy hair man holding a bowl of chips. He looked surprised to find her there.

She knew him vaguely from campus, he was in the drama department with Lev, and he noticed her  crying because his first words to her were. 

"Hey… are you okay?"  He asked softly, looking at her. "You like you've been crying…"

Talia gave half a sigh mixed with a dry laugh "....Just… heard my Ex's favorite song play...I don't  know  its stupid" he took a seat across from her and gave a small smile.  "Hey, no… it's not dumb...I'm a theater kid… if there's one thing we know is a broken heart… Now unless you want to belt out a ballad of  self empowerment, Talking about it usually  helps. And who better than someone you probably won't see again" he winks at her which made her smile, the  joke helped to ease any tension or embarrassment she felt. There was something in his eyes that gave an air of kindness. She gave a nod "he was my highschool sweetheart…. " she started 

The hours passed and she told him, her story,  of how she was with this guy for years and all of the sudden he just broke up with her because her college was too far away and long distance relationships don't work. They passed around the snacks till the empty bowl was all that was left. Finally when she finished Talia took a deep sigh of relief, she had no idea how long she  had kept that inside her chest. Locked up under the guise of self control and keeping up appearances that she was fine. To share it with someone felt nice, she felt heard and looked at Mephisto who had processed the whole ordeal with her. 

At first he frowns "Wow…that's such a jerk move….just everything he did it sounds like he was just looking for a excuse to break up and instead of talking to you and not completely blindsiding you he just one day decided to be jerk and make up an excuse…." He said sighing deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair and looking at her with a soft gaze.  "He genuinely doesn't deserve you. When he grows up and realizes that. I hope he has enough backbone to apologize for what he's done…as for you feeling sad…. It happened a month ago. You should let yourself grieve, However you want to. It was a long  relationship, a relationship you put a lot of your heart into loving them and that doesn't just go away… It may have been for him, but that took a while and he had his time to figure his feelings. So should you. You didn't wake up one day with the thought that everything was leading up to a break up. You genuinely thought things were okay between you two and suddenly they weren't, you need time to process that. You know?"

"I…. Thank you…." She whispers and nods "that's really solid advice… and I never considered letting myself do that… I'm the tough one you know… nothing gets to me…." She sniffles a bit wiping her face with the back of her hand.

He shook his head "no one can be okay after that…it's okay to feel and recover…"

Talia made a small noise of agreement "Hey, let's get out here and enjoy the party….could I know your name?" She asked as she got up, he gave a nod and smiled getting up too. "Mephisto, it's an honor to make your acquaintance milady " he said in a dramatic manner making her laugh  "I'm Talia, thanks for hearing me out." She leans over and kisses his cheek softly, just an innocent kiss on the cheek as they headed upstairs to the party. Mephisto felt a small blush on his cheeks "aw, it's no biggie… I'd do it any time… hey do know the Coffee place on Bartley street?"

"Yeah, the book shop?"

"I hang out there, mostly to read scripts and drink coffee if you ever want to hang out?"

Talia smiles "sounds like fun"

They were unaware of it at the time but a friendship was made that night on the fire escape.

Day 4: Retro Fashion 

Talia had never considered performing  in a fashion  show before but Lyna had put in so much effort into her  final project. Lyna had sat in several of Talia’s american history courses  to learn about the 1920’s. Her professors were surprised to find out the curious young lady with the lengthy notes wasn’t actually enrolled in the courses and was actually a  fashion major. 

Throughout the  semester  Lyna would come over  with revised  sketches of the gowns she was making. Asking Talia for advice on accessories and accuracy. Which was more than happy to give feedback but she was  genuinely caught off guard and  flattered when Lyna asked her to model  the stunning gown inspired by the ever glamorous Josphine Baker.  “Of course” She smiles. It was a strapless  black and white ball gown decorated and accessorized with her signature pearls. 

The collection  was something  her friend had worked so hard on. Talia was happy to support her.

Later that afternoon, she sat on the  counter top as Mephisto chopped vegetables for dinner. 

“So are you free next Saturday afternoon?”  She asked. Mephisto glances over as he  reaches over his head  for a  bowl on the shelf. “ Yeah I  should be  done with  finals”

“Do you want to come to a fashion show?” 

“Fashion show?” He smiles “ Are you modeling  for Lyna’s  Final?”

“Yeah.” She blushes a bit “ Do you think it's silly” 

“ Now why would I  ever think that? I think it's gonna be awesome” He kisses her pouty cheek. “ I’m going to take so many pictures~”

“Oh my  god” 

“ and Facetime Izira.” 

She laughs burying her face into his shoulder blade “You are such a  dork” 

“ You love it” He grins.

Day 5: Sport AU

Author’s note:  I know nothing about  sports, Zero. Nada.  My knowledge  of sports comes from sports animes and I watch them for the cute boys and nothing else.So! Instead  have   Praxina, Mephisto and Talia trying out Auriana’s  pilates’s class.

Praxina’s frown deepens as she glares at her brother “ You have  5 minutes to explain why I’m here.” Talia looked  equally exasperated at her  boyfriend who, being the only morning person of the trio grins. “ I figured finals  stressed us  out and Auriana is teaching her  first  pilates  class so let's go be good friends and get some exercise too!.” He said  with a grin as the girls gave a groan  “ You are  making us  breakfast  after this”  Praxina yawns.  “ yeah” Talia smiles softly “ you  do know  Auriana’s  classes aren’t  beginner friendly  right… She’s tough.” 

Mephisto pales a bit realizing he  might have made a  mistake. ”Oh-”  They headed up to the studio  greeted warmly by the  chipper redhead who claps  her hand together. “ Alright  Class!  Lets have an awesome  warm up!”   While Talia and Praxina both being  dancers could easily  keep up with the beat and tempo  set by Auriana. Mephisto was having trouble just keeping his breathing in  check. 

This was just a warm up. He was doomed. After the  class, the group  ended up in the small apartment where  Praxina  lived with her  dog  Brutus. Mephisto lays on his sister's couch his body feeling like  jelly as Brutus the  pomeranian lays on his back.  “  You should have just sat down after  the warm up”  Talia said sips  on her water. Watching him from her seat  on the love seat across  the  coffee table from him.

“No that was quitter talk, Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He said muttering into the couch cushions as  Praxina  laughs walking over picking up Brutus  “ He just hates being  wrong, I don’t know where he gets this competitive  attitude from~”  Praxina comments to Talia before she grins and leans over to his ear and says “ I’m the alpha twin, now~”  “Ahhh” His muffled groan came from the couch making the  girls laugh as they order breakfast off their phones since their  cook was down  count.  Overall the  stress of test week is long  forgotten.

Day 6+7 Gift Giving at the School Festival

Author’s  note: Roark belongs to Kireiscorner~ I asked her before borrowing him~ 

It was a silly  campus  tradition, past over from one  generation to the next.  On the evening of the School Festival, to  give a  gift to your  significant other before the firework’s show. Mephisto had always thought his  mother’s  story  was a little corny, but the romantic in him  had also found  it a little  sweet.

He wanders around the shopping  district, his  eyes  looking in the  different stores looking  for the  right  gift. He had his heart set on finding a pair of earrings that match her  favorite  bracelet.  “ Young man!”  A  sing-song  voice  called from a small  stall. “ You look like a  crafty  gentleman~ Would like to buy our  jewelry crafting set! Only  3 installments  of 29.99!” 

Mephisto pointed to himself and gave a thought he must look  desperate by now because he was actually  walking  over. “ Hold it” A  familiar  voice  stopped him.  “ yikes man… you  weren’t actually  going to buy  kiosk  craft kits-” Lev said walking over wrapping an arm around his best friend and  shaking his head at  sales girl “ Sorry  sweetheart, not today” He winks at her as the  kiosk sale girl glares at him. 

Mephisto sighs “ I’m a little desperate… I’ve been looking for a  gift for Talia all morning and I’ve come up empty... Please tell me your Father owns a discount jewelry shop?��� 

“Nope, my old man owns and sells engagement rings and high end jewelry… but I know a man who might be able to help”  Lev grins as they head out of the  bustling  area to a quiet shop.  It was an antique shop  designed on  restoring metal pieces.  “ Hey Roark buddy, you in?”  Lev called out as a massive man  walked out from the back.  He gave a small grunt  greeting them  with a welcome.  “ Roark buddy,  this is  Mephisto.  Mephisto, this is my  buddy  Roark.  He’s  in the robotics  department with me.   His  family owns this  shop. Bud, we are in a bit  of  a time  crunch. Do you mind if  Mephisto here looks around the  jewelry  section?”   Roark  gave a  shrug and  continued working on the counter as  Lev showed him over to the  section of the counter  where the  restored  jewelry  was found.   Mephisto’s  eyes  light up when he spotted them,  sapphire  earrings  restored from old gold.  “ How  much?!”  Roark  gave a tired  look as he got up and  fetched the  earrings  they were around 95. Mephisto  looked at everything  he had saved up.  That would leave him with 30 in pocket for anything at the  festival.  He nodded “ Okay… Could I get  wrapped in a box?  Blue please!”  

Lev watched him with a small smile “ You really like this  girl, huh…” 

Mephisto blushes “ Yeah… I do… I just want to make her smile.” 

Lev chuckles “ It’s  nice to see you this  happy again.”  Roark came out the back, the earrings wrapped up in a  small box, tucked neatly in a paper shopping bag.  “ Thank you for your purchase,”  Roark said.  “ Thanks  Roark you’re  the  best  buddy”  Lev winks as  Roark rolled his eyes with a small grin. 

 Mephisto  paid and  thanked him too.  

Hours passed and Mephisto couldn’t help but  enjoy  every moment he spent with Talia, this whole  year by her side had been  special to him.  He helps her over to a nice spot to watch the  fireworks where it wasn’t too crowded. “ Hey… So… It's… kind of a  corny tradition but tonight some  couples exchange  gifts… and I wanted to give you  something…” He pulled out the small box from his  jacket pocket.  

“It's a thank you for being you and  sharing yourself with me.”   Talia eyes  widen and a blush  spread  all over her  face “ Thank you… but I didn’t know-”

“Yeah it's okay  you aren’t  from here so I figured you wouldn’t  exactly know the  stories… But It wouldn’t  have  felt  right to  celebrate  without telling you how I felt.”   

She blushes brightly as she  kisses him “ You idiot... I  love you… Thank you… I can’t  wait to celebrate with you  next year…”  She  whispers hugging him close. 

“That’s a  promise” He smiles holding her  close as the  fireworks begin.

===========The  End============

Author’s Note:  And that was  Talisto week 2020  everyone!~ As always  thanks  for your  support! It was awesome to see everyone  again~  and to  celebrate with you all - Lots of love as always, Kikki~

[crimsonbluemoon]

Working For Love: A TerrorMoo Story 8/17

Ahhh nobody told me that last week I forgot to update this story. I’m terrible >.< I apologize to all who were looking for it. Please enjoy the new chapter!

Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian wasn’t a coward. 

If anything, he was the one in his group who had no problem walking up to a pretty stranger at the bar to flirt. Evan had only recently discovered his feelings for men, and then it didn’t matter because he only had eyes for Jonathan. He talked a big game when the stuttering disaster wasn’t within earshot, but would clam up fast in Jonathan’s presence. In his defense, his love interest was even worse, which Brian wouldn’t have thought possible until seeing just how many words could be flopped over and twisted when trying to ask Evan out on a date. Tyler always acted like he didn’t want someone, too busy with ‘the gym’ and ‘not killing you guys’ to think about a relationship. This wasn’t true, and Brian had to bite his tongue more times than not when Tyler would complain about Mini’s latest attempt to catch his attention. Nogla was hopeless, Anthony a serial dating app browser, and Scotty’s baby face always made potential dates put him in the friend zone. The fact that any of them had gotten laid was still a mystery for Brian. (Brian was still sour over Luke’s attempt to flirt with Brock, so he didn’t count.)

The point was, Brian knew how to use his good looks and Irish charm to score a number or date. 

But asking Brock out? That was complicated. 

“I don’t get how it’s complicated.” Nogla’s chip bag crinkled when he shoved his hand into it, ignoring Scotty’s look of disgust when he shoved a fistful into his mouth and continued. “He’s into ye, yer into him, and ye are both are good looking guys.” 

“And you both eye-fuck each other every time he comes in the gym.” Scotty’s helpful addition to the conversation lacked any sympathy, and Brian flicked his forehead before snatching the cleaning rag off the counter.

“Because it’s Brock. You both know how different that makes this.” 

“We do?” Nogla didn’t read between the lines very well, yet it still made Brian smack his forehead. 

“Why are you here on a Friday, anyways?” 

“Evan needed me to cover so him and Jonny boy could go to some concert.” 

“See? Even Evan’s manning up and asking Jonathan on a date. I’m sure neither of them acknowledged it was a date, but it’s close enough! If Evan can half-ass asked the love of his life on a semi-date, you can toss out dinner plans to Brock.” Scotty did make a good point, which was annoying and uncomfortable for Brian. 

“God, I’m pathetic if I’m taking dating advice from you two. Forget dating, I need to go marry Brock before I catch your single disorder.” 

“Hey!” They synced up close enough to be comical, and Brian snickered at himself. Even when he was miserable, he was hilarious. Giving himself a mental pat on the back when turning from the sputtering duo, Brian let his eyes skim the gym until he found his target. It was later at night, so not many people were still using the weights. Brock’s lone figure sat in the leg press, the familiar look of concentration crossing his face as his legs pushed the weights over him. It was nice to see his form had improved over the course of the month, meaning he’d taken Brian’s mini lesson on the weights seriously. Adding to that, Brock’s weight amount had increased, proving he wasn’t slowing down in his desire to be healthy. 

“Looking good there, Brocky.” Brian tried to lean his frame against the side of the machine casually, while accentuating how the uniform shirt tightened around his bicep. His eyes never fully set on Brock when he scanned the gym, making sure that their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. Brock didn’t like having audiences, and Brian’s sliver of self-doubt would probably become a crater if one of his regulars heard Brock shut him down. Hearing the machine stop moving, he knew he had Brock’s attention, so he let his lips spin an easy grin before setting his play into motion. “So the last time I checked, schools aren’t open on Saturdays and I have the entire weekend off. Which means we’re both probably looking for something fun to do, and I happen to know a great place for some grub-”

“Brian?” 

Brock’s voice cutting through his words made him jump, not realizing that he’d forced his eyes to stare at the lockers lining the wall across from them. It was a strange realization; he hadn’t wanted to look at Brock. Normally, people he seduced into his bed told him that one of his best selling points was the emotional charge in his gaze. It was a secret weapon that he could whip out at any time, whether it was to get sympathy from the cop he got pulled over by or to slip the final piece of clothing off his lover’s thighs. But here, he couldn’t get himself to face Brock’s reactions. Because… well, as absurd as it was, what if Brock said no? What if all this time, all these little hints of sparks and warmth between them had just been Brian wanting them? Sure, Brock flushed all sorts of colors when Brian flashed him a smile or called him a nickname. But wasn’t Brock also easy to embarass? Mini had proven that on more than once occasion at the gym. And Brock was just too nice to fully shut down Brian, unless he did something like ask him on a dateohmygodwhatdidhejustdo-

“Brian!” He sucked in a sharp breath, snapping his eyes back to the face that eased any turbulence in his stomach with a simple concerned look. “Hey, did you need something?”

“What?” His mouth felt dry, and his voice sounded different coming out. Brock noticed it too, his lips dipped down into a frown.

“Are you okay?” It was only when Brock popped out his second earbud to give Brian his full attention that Brian’s idiotic brain smashed him with a realization; Brock always listened to music when he worked out. Really loud, too. At times, Brian had teased Brock for blowing out his eardrums because of it. It was the only way that Brock said he could drown out the thoughts in his head. And like an idiot, too distracted by the uncharacteristic nerves that had crept through his blood, he’d forgotten that. He’d just been talking to himself, getting overwhelmed by the idea of getting rejected, and Brock hadn’t even heard him. If he could reach the cleaning bottle, he’d be drinking it to try and escape the Nogla-like situation. 

“Jesus,” he groaned, palms pressed over his eyes to try and make the world disappear. He hadn’t felt this out of his league since middle school with the football player. 

“Are you okay?” But the forgien sense of discomfort fled when hesitant fingers touched his cheek, startling him enough to drop his hands. Brock had pushed to stand while Brian had beat himself up, and the lack of distance between their chests made Brian’s shudder in pleasant shock. But it was a gentle touch, fingertips light when pressing to his cheekbone, that lit up Brian’s mind like fireworks. Brock rarely touched people; he was a sweet person, full of kindness and a heart that never knew how to protect itself. But he wasn’t a tactile person; he left the crossing of boundaries to Craig. In the months that Brian knew Brock, he couldn’t remember a time that the other man initiated a touch between them. The closest that he’d gotten was their hands brushed when exchanging the membership card. Even now, it was just a fleeting touch. Nothing to write home about, with no sexual charge or romantic force. 

But Brian wanted to lean forward and just live in the moment for a year. 

“I’m great,” he mumbled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open through sheer will. Brock’s gaze was still studying him with worry, the lower lip pulled between his teeth while he assessed the situation. Knowing his chance of asking his initial question was gone, Brian mustered up a casual smile. “Just wanted to...make sure your weights were set properly. Didn’t wanna see you hurt yourself.”

“Oh!” Brock’s look of relief of Brian being okay was instant, and Brian’s heart melted. Fuck. This wasn’t just an attraction; Brian had a crush on Brock. So much so, that even when he heard Scotty’s groan of disapproval and Nogla’s ‘what happened?’ in the distance, he didn’t care. Because Brock looked happy right now, and date or no date, that was really all Brian wanted. And in the moment he realized asking Brock out in a dingy gym wasn’t going to cut it. Brock deserved the world, and Brian could give it to him. He wanted to give him it, when the time was right.

Brian wasn’t a coward; he just liked Brock too much to treat him like everyone else.

Ahhh sorry guys for being a basket head. I really have been a bit off my game this whole vacation (and I still feel like crap if you can believe that). But as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think!

[sturnioloshacker]

Love Story | A Jonah Marais Fanfic (PART 3)

Requested by @xxghostnappaxx​

It’s been a month since my night with Jonah. I still think back to that night. It was honestly one of the best nights I’ve had in such a long time! I could just be myself and not get judged for my antics! I felt so comfortable around Jonah which was amazing! We had this connection that I haven’t felt in ages. It was so surreal. He gave me butterflies the whole night and I couldn’t stop staring at his face. It was like fireworks were exploding in my tummy!

As I mentioned before, it’s been a month. A whole entire month since I saw Jonah. I miss him. Sure, we talk over text and we FaceTime when we have time, but I wanna see him in person. I don’t wanna be the clingy girlfriend but I do miss seeing him. 

Fuck, I’m in love. I have officially fallen in love. It’s not bad but I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with a guy from a world-famous boyband who has millions of girls who wanna get with him. It’s not my fault that he makes me feel things I haven’t felt in forever! It’s not my fault that he’s cute and good-looking! It’s not my fault that he has such a kind and sweet personality!

I walk into the studio and Brendan is on the phone. I wave hello and walk into the dressing room and set my stuff up. Linda comes in with a tray of freshly baked muffins and delicious fruit. “Here’s some extra breakfast! I knew you’d be hungry”, she says with a smile. “Thank you so much Linda! I can always count on you!” I say as I grab what I want. “Call me if you want more, honey!” she calls out as the door closes. I groan in pleasure at the taste in my mouth. Fluffy muffins are the absolute best! This fruit is amazing too! 

I finish setting up when the door opens. “Hey Mac! Do you reckon you can style 5 people in a certain amount of time?” Brendan asks. “Yeah sure! How much time do these people need?” I ask. “An hour? Maybe less, not sure”. My brain processes everything that would need to be done to get 5 people ready in an hour or less. “I can do it! When are they coming?” I ask. “They’ll be here in 5″. I nod in agreement and Brendan breathes a sigh of relief. “Knew I could count on you, Mac! I call you when they’re here”. And with that, Brendan closes the door and I continue eating. 

I hear voices coming from the studio and assume that the 5 people arrived. I decide to walk out and say hello and introduce myself. I walk into the studio and stop dead in my tracks. Everything in my body stops dead. I blink to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Turns out I’m not dreaming. “Jonah?” my voice cracks. I see all heads turn to me, including Jonah’s. “Mac?” 

I break into a sprint and jump into Jonah’s arms. “I missed you!” I say, nuzzling into his neck. “Aw, I’ve missed you too!” Jonah replies. Jonah gently puts me back on the ground and introduces me to everyone. “Guys, this is MaCayla. Mac, meet Daniel, Corbyn, Jack and Zach”. I say hi and give all of them hugs. “How do you guys know each other?” Corbyn asks. “So Mac styled me for the shoot and then I got her number and then we went out!” Jonah explained. “So... are you... dating?” Daniel asked and Jonah smiled. “Yep!” 

I then lead the boys to the dressing room where they got changed. I went to my part of the room and got my supplies that I needed to do the boys’ hair. “Yo Jonah, you got yourself a girl!” I hear Jack say. “What do you like about her?” Zach says. “She’s just so sweet and down-to-earth! She’s so nice and caring and I can tell she enjoys working for Brendan. I was explaining my whole life story to her and she just sat and listened the whole way through! I just want someone who I can expose my secrets and confessions to and I think she’s the one”. I hear the boys “awwww” at Jonah’s explaination and I couldn’t help but blush. I know it’s bad to eavesdrop on a conversation but what Jonah said was so cute and made me get butterflies.

They walk in after getting dressed and are ready to get styled. I start with Daniel and all I wonder is just how this boy is STILL single! He has every quality a girl is looking for! Nice eyes, pretty smile, sweet personality, great bo-wait a damn minute. I’m dating Jonah. I shouldn’t be talking about Daniel like that. But in all seriousness, Daniel needs a girl ASAP! As I move through the boys, all I hear is them joking about how Jonah is so ugly and that I’m so pretty and why I’m dating Jonah cause he’s not that good looking. I can’t help but laugh at their jokes but I feel bad for Jonah because he’s getting teased heaps. I guess that’s what happens when you hang out with 4 other boys! 

After the shoot, Jonah comes up and takes me into his arms. “You doing anything tonight?” I space out for a moment to figure what I’m doing tonight, which is nothing. “Nothing. Why?” I ask. I notice a smile creep onto my sweet boyfriend’s face. “Come over tonight to our place! We’ll order pizzas and just have fun!” I smile in agreement. “Sure!” I exclaim and fall into his warm embrace. We all say bye to Brendan and we walk out to the parking lot. “Wait! What about my car?!” I exclaim. “Grab what you need from it and I’ll bring you back in the morning”, Jonah replies and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you! You’re the best!” I say and kiss him on the cheek before running to my car and grabbing my necessities. 

After grabbing what I needed, I run back to the boys who were waiting for me. I jump in and go straight to the back where Jonah is. “There’s my princess!” he exclaims and plants a soft kiss on my lips. After listening to the road rage and car horns beeping and people yelling, we finally arrive and the Why Don’t We residence. “Wow! That’s huge!” I exclaim. We walk in and I gasp at the sight. “This is way better than my shitty apartment!” I say. The boys take me on a tour of the giant-ass house and I can’t help but “oooh” and “ahhh” at everything. After the house tour, we walk into the living room. Not even a second later and I’m already being bombarded with questions about Jonah and my relationship with him. “Jesus, guys! Calm yourselves!” Jonah laughs. I answered all the questions that ended with either an “awww” or a “hahahaha” from the other four boys.

The whole night was spent having dinner with the boys and just getting to know them more. They are all so nice and so sweet! The fact that they have accepted me like family is honestly the best feeling ever. Having someone like Jonah as my boyfriend makes my heart happy. “Right. That’s enough for me tonight. I’m gonna say hi to my bed. Night guys!” Zach says as he rises from the couch. “Night”. The rest of us continue to talk before we hear “I better not hearing any moaning and groaning tonight while I’m trying to sleep!” and we all laugh. “Dude, chill! Mac and I have only been together for a month!” Jonah yells back to Zach. “Oh”. And with that, Zach goes to bed. After another hour or so, we all decided to head to bed. I walk into the guest bedroom to find my stuff missing. “Hey! Where’s all my things?!” I ask the guys. “Missing something?” I whip my head around to find Jonah with all my things. “Don’t you wanna sleep with your boyfriend?” I walk over to Jonah’s room and take my things off him. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t!” I smirk. I then feel Jonah’s arms wrap around my waist as he picks me up and put me on his bed. “My bed’s better”. As I start to get ready, I realised that I had no pyjamas, no toothbrush, nothing. “Jonah!” I whine. “What’s up babe?” Jonah walks in from the bathroom. “I need to grab things from my apartment to bring here!” Jonah chuckles and kisses your temple. “You should’ve said something before! Let’s go grab your things”. You smile and kiss his cheek. “This is why I love you”.

Jonah takes me back to my apartment and I run in to grab what I need. As I go to grab my pyjamas, I get a text from Jonah.

J: Don’t grab pyjamas, you can use my old clothes ❤️

I then throw my pyjamas back on my bed and grab my clothes for the next day. I chuck what my need into my bag and run back to Jonah’s car. “All good?” Jonah asks. I nod and he drives back to the house. We walk back into the house and head upstairs to Jonah’s room. I get ready for bed with Jonah and it’s honestly the best experience. Watching Jonah sing as he’s brushing his teeth and trying to blow toothpaste bubbles is something I never thought I’d see. I change into Jonah’s t-shirt and shorts he gave me and I never felt more comfortable. Even though they’re old, they still smell like him. I hop into Jonah’s bed and get comfy. While waiting for Jonah, I check my social media and my emails. Jonah finally walks in and I lose my breath. I’ve seen his shirtless selfies whilst stalking his Instagram but to see it in real life is just breathtaking. “Like what you see?” Jonah asks. I slowly nod my head and hide my face in Jonah’s t-shirt that I’m wearing. “Awww is my baby blushing?” I duck under the covers to hide my face. “Jonah stop!” I mumble from under the covers. 

I feel the covers rise and then Jonah jumps in and joins me under the covers. “Is this okay?” Jonah asks. “Yes”. The fact that he made sure that I was okay with being this close to him just made me love him even more. “Good”. And with that, he pulled me to his chest and kissed me. Never knew that sharing a kiss under the covers was gonna be this good. After our kiss, we emerge from under the covers and we immediately giggle. “That was sweet”, I say. “I’m glad”, Jonah whispers. “Good night”, I say and roll over. “Night my love. Sweet dreams”, Jonah whispers and pulls himself closer to spoon me. Looks like I’ll be having some sweet dreams tonight! 

PART 4 COMING SOON...

[hughiecampbelle]

House Party (Billy Hargrove Oneshot)

Character/s: Billy

Word Count: 1,005

Inspired By: Get Stüpid by bülow

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @hypsiacrobasiphobia @way-obsessed-5 @melody-of-scream

A/N: Ahhh okay this is longer than I’m used to and really cliché and I know it’s not my best cuse I wrote in less than an hour, but writers block kinda bit me in the butt and I thought this could help. Kinda don’t wanna post this? Because my dialogue is bad and it’s just not written how I like y'know? And it is sorta rushed…. But I love Billy and this is kinda like a party au or prompt? Something I wouldn’t normally write. Feedback is always appreciated 💜

The objective was to have fun. Slur your words, see a few things that weren’t there, make a list and check it all off. This party had a purpose, a goal, an intention. Blame all the bad influences you’d ever seen across every screen and page, the ones you passed by in the halls, worked with on assignments. Tonight was the finale, a wrap up to the school year that refused to end. Walk home with one shoe on and the hangover of a lifetime, ask for forgiveness, not permission. Sleep the rest of the sweet summer day away and face them again at the dinner table, that is, if you were awake.

A celebration, a reward for getting through it. September to June. The last of those four years full of stress, of pain and heartache, and figuring out what was real and what wasn’t. The life you’d thought you’d wanted to lead, the colleges you applied to, the friends you had. Moving on, out, your lives like fireworks: in dozens of different places. Clinging to pieces of a childhood you were expected to leave behind, adopting the habits of the adults around you. Weaponizing it, using it against others. Sex, drugs, alcohol. Whatever they were into, it didn’t really matter. One or another, a vice was a vice, and that’s all. All the same.

Like any other teen movie cliché, there was always a boy. One no good for you, who put his attitude before anyone else, capable of a kindness only you could see. He went to these kinds of things. You did not, but it was about time you did. This would set the mood of the summer, the last few months to do dumb things, be a stupid kid before adulthood stripped you of that, of that forgetfulness, the blatant ignorance and complete lack of embarassment. He would be there. With a little liquid courage you’d finally work up the nerve to talk to him.

A home littered with bodies. Hot, crowded, loud. The music rocking the foundation, moving through your bones. Dressed up, down, barely clothed. Cups on every surface. You grabbed your first, your second, loosening up. An alibi. Sorta. A sleepover at a friends house. You weren’t quite sure who’s house this was, but it was close enough. Drink, dance, repeat. Classmates did the same. Kids you’d known since you were little drinking like champs, like it was their job. You wanted to get caught up.

Stumbling through the halls, looking for something that didn’t have a name. Banging on the bathroom door. They were busy. Occupied. More banging, more locked doors. You tried the doorknobs. One door finally flew open. Inside he stood in front of a mirror, his own music blasting, competing against that through the rest of the place. A cigarette in his hand, the same ones he smoked outside of the school, his car, waiting for his little sister. He turned around, anger flaring on his features. His room, his house, too drunk for this. A sick feeling crawling up the back of your throat. He said something, his face melting with concern, the dark of his eyes brightening. The last thing you remembered was throwing up on Billy Hargroves bedroom floor.

“I think I’m drunk.” A statement, a realization, a fact. The first thing you said coming to your senses. Sheets pulled over your head smelling of cologne and smoke. The pounding headache, the aches and pains, the sweating, the churning in your gut. This in defeat, no longer felt like a good thing, less fun than it played out in your head. A snicker from the corner of the room. A sharp inhale, the same realization slapping you across the face. What happened? A house party, water in the bottles under the sink, beer cans and plastic cups. Unimportant. The doors, the opposition, Billy. Shit. You peaked out from under the blankets, both horrified and completely embarassed. Billy stood by the door, glass of water in hand, something medicated in the other. He was all too familiar with this routine, setting it on the bedside table.

“I think so, too.” You wanted to run home, admit you were wrong, and never leave the house again. But you could barely stand the light of the sun passing through the curtains let alone brave it outside. The pills helped, and so did Billy being as quiet as possible while he cleaned up. Everyone was gone by the time you found it in you to collect yourself, sober up, and face him. His dad would be home soon with his step-mom and little sister. If they saw this, he wasn’t sure what would happen. All of this, he explained, while throwing empty cans in the trash and pushing furniture around. He let slip what happened, the mortifying reality you wished to forget. He cleaned up both messes; you and the floor. He kicked everyone out of the bathroom, giving you your privacy, and when he was finished, brought you back in. You’d passed out on his bed, so he opted for the couch, beforehand speaking of nonsense. Even letting him know you’d liked him since the first time you saw him. Great.

It didn’t phase him, in fact when he mentioned it, you caught him smiling. They’d be home soon, he worried, offering to give you a ride home. You found your shoes and jacket just as he took out the final trash bag.

“You should stay here,” you said, standing in the doorway. “But thank you, and thank you for last night. I was dumb, and drunk-”

“Very.” He laughed. No one would believe it when you told them, that Billy Hargrove, of all people, was the one to take care of you when you were more than a little tipsy, who offered to risk his behind to make sure you got home safe, who knew you’d liked him for the entirety of a school year and who knew you still liked him.

[nijuuuu]

Fire Hazard

As y’all could apparently tell, a certain fic author has inspired me to write some gay. So here’s some fluffy gay.

Original fic for @fictober-event​.

Prompt 19:  “Yes, I admit it, you were right.” 

Rating: T+

Title: Fire Hazard

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, light harassment

AO3 mirror here.

Sophie moved like a skillful calligrapher’s brush, leaving behind deliberate, knowing strokes with every footstep. When she got close enough, the scent of freshly brewed lattes drifted through the air, and when the sun was shining, you could see pretty auburn dots run along the nape of her neck. Even her dorky glasses paired absurdly well with the gently cresting waves of her umber hair.

Sophie was beauty. Sophie was grace.

And Sophie was irritatingly straight.

“Why don’t you take a picture, paintcan? It’d last longer,” she smirked, shimmying into her usual chair.

Cait glared and stuck her tongue out. “Tough luck. I’m stuck with you until the lease runs out. And… I was staring at your shirt. You have a rough night?”

Sophie tilted her head to the side and absentmindedly ran two slender fingers over one of the holes in her shirt, revealing just a little more of her smooth, pale skin. “Hmm, I seem to recall you having a rough night yourself a while back. Or, more accurately, waking up next to one.”

“She was a mistake. A drunken, mistake, you overpaid coffee machine, and that was three months ago.” Cait avoided her roommate’s gaze by lifting her mug of scalding tea to her face. HOT HOT HOT. Keep it together.

Sophie giggled, a sound so bright it could make the sun wear sunglasses. “Well. It’s costume day at the cafe! Isn’t that exciting?”

“You going as ‘laundry night’? You’re gonna be freezing your butt off.”

“Think more ‘drop-dead gorgeous werewolf,’” Sophie shot back, a hint of honey in her voice. A few keys jingled, and suddenly she was waltzing her way to the front door. “I’ll post the finished look on Insta, ‘kay? Look forward to it! And I’ll get tonight’s groceries. Just grab a good lunch, sleepyhead!”

And just like that, the scent of lattes disappeared, and the sky was downcast again.

See? Irritating.

Cait let out a beleaguered sigh and sank down in her chair. “Sleepyhead” was a new one. And with every new one came a new emotion she didn’t know she could have, and certainly not one she knew how to deal with.

She didn’t sign up for this. Not at first, at least. Despite their constant bickering, the two had been good friends since high school. When they managed to get into the same university, they decided to move in together. Sophie was kind of a mess back then, and she had terrible taste in men. So moving in was for her own good. Yep. That was it. Cait could think of no other reason.

Until Sophie became less of a mess. She started to go through boyfriends slower than one a month, thank god, until the number finally dwindled down to zero. Then came her brushstroke movements and the way she would gently lift that lucky soup spoon to her lips. She started to do heart-melting little gestures, leaving fresh plates of cookies on the countertop, placing little sticky notes on the fridge to wish her roommate a good day. And then she landed that new job at the cafe. Cait was always weak for a good latte. She never stood a chance, really.

It had been almost two years since then, two tantalizing years. “Never get with your roommate,” her friends had cautioned her. “It never ends well.” That, plus the fact that Sophie had loudly proclaimed her love for men after a drunken night or two of revelry. Ah, how love can fizzle out as quickly as it sparks. Really, Cait never stood a chance.

“So can my dumbass heart stop for just one second!!” she yelped, leaping up in her chair. She couldn’t think straight with her roommate around, damnit! How inconsiderate. How irritating. She had commissions to finish, and a strongly worded letter to send to her professor, and that 200k slowburn wasn’t going to read itself.

That last one sounded good right now. Drawing could wait. Cait slapped her mug into the sink and trundled her way over to her laptop.

A few tear-jerking hours later, she felt her phone buzz on the tabletop. She took a glance. The barista of her dreams had just shared a post on Insta.

Cait had never unlocked the screen faster.

Sophie always looked cute in her uniform. But today, she was positively heavenly. Her apron caressed the generous curves of her torn shirt, giving the slightest peeks to a sight that could make anyone’s stomach churn. Her black stockings stretched over her short but heinously delicate legs, ending inside her fuzzy brown boots. She was holding a drink and biting the straw with a vengeance while wearing a playful expression on her face that really did not help Cait’s problem. Actually, the adorable creature was even baring a set of fake fangs, which really, really did not help the problem. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and a soft wolf-ear headband sat atop her head. And she was winking, her long lashes practically kissing the lenses of her big round glasses, showing off a hint of her brownish-red eyeshadow that unfortunately drew the line of sight directly to those irritatingly honeyed irises.

She was probably violating a few dress codes. She was a fire hazard. A horribly dangerous fire hazard in Cait’s heart.

Another notification broke the silence. This time, it was a DM.

Soupie: Paintcan!!

Soupie: New look uploaded!!! ;>

Soupie: Pretty fired up today.

Kitcait: Oh. Didn’t notice

Soupie: Well, NOTICE!!!

Kitcait: Still wearing that shirt in the freezing cold I see

Kitcait: Blogger to the core

Soupie: ...

Soupie: If you didn’t like the look, you can just say so.

Kitcait: No!! No. I actually think it’s really cute. Really. I don’t think anyone else could pull it off as well. Cute and seasonal. Nice ears lmao

Soupie: I--

Soupie: Thanks.

A moment passed.

Soupie: Suspicious thanks, but thanks, Cait.

Kitcait: Ye

Soupie: How’s your lunch going? You eating well, you vampire?

Cait snorted and sent Sophie a quick selfie with her half-eaten cup of instant noodles.

Kitcait: Meal of champions

Soupie: HEY!!!

Soupie: You’re gonna pass out from malnutrition some day!

Soupie: We’re going to have a decent dinner and I will cook the whole thing and feed it to you by hand if I have to.

Kitcait: Looking forward to biting your hand

Soupie: Worth it. Break’s over gotta go see you in 4

Ahhh,

Oh, jeez.

That adorable, kindhearted, devastating idiot.

How was she supposed to concentrate on anything now?

“Deep breaths, dumbass,” said Cait, clutching her comically pounding chest.

It was a bright, crisp autumn day outside. Some fresh air couldn’t hurt. A quick stroll might help. Maybe she could go get those groceries instead. But she would have to meet Sophie as she got out from work. You know, so they didn’t accidentally double up on expensive produce. Yeah, that’s why. Not because the short, peppy woman happened to be Aphrodite in an apron.

Cait stood up tugged on her overcoat. She paused as she saw the enormous orange blanket scarf that hung by the door, a relic from the previous tenants of their apartment.

Well. Just in case, yeah?

Cait lifted the fabric and hung it on her arm, and she was out the door as well.

Her arms were starting to get sore from lugging around two full bags of food, but luckily for her, she had the gift of long legs and a quick gait. And she was already getting close to the cafe. It would be all worth it if she could just see--

Sophie, standing right outside her workplace, in all of her ‘drop-dead gorgeous werewolf’ glory. The bottom of her shirt was tied in a little knot now, lifting above her midriff and her long plaid circle skirt. Cait tried her very, very best not to get lost in the sight of the most dazzling roommate in the world.

A roommate who, to her immediate dismay, was chatting with a local frat boy.

“Jerry, I’m too tired for this, I really have to get home--”

“Come on! Hey, you look great today.” His voice rumbled up and down the street like a revving engine, attracting more than a little attention from passers-by.

“I really have to--”

“Just one drink? I’m buyin’! We can go get the good stuff!” The wild gorilla-man gesticulated a little too enthusiastically. Enough was enough.

“Sophie!” Cait stepped forward and ruffled the barista’s hair. “Funny I should see you here.”

“Hey!” Jerry’s tone soured. “I saw you at that party. You’re that dy--”

“Six-foot-tall, MMA-certified lesbian,” snapped Cait, “who would love an excuse to smack your scrawny ass into the leaves. Or, you know. To call the cops.”

The man scoffed and thankfully began to trundle away. “You’re no fun anyway.”

Cait let out a shaky sigh. It really wasn’t like her to pick a fight, but hell if she didn’t look at least a little bit cool in the heat of the moment.

She turned back towards Sophie.

“Hey. Are you hurt?”

Her roommate shook her head and stepped a little closer, holding the sides of her arms. “I’m okay. I don’t think he was going to do anything, he’s just kinda pushy, but...” Sophie looked up with soft eyes. “Thanks. Cait.”

Suddenly, fireworks.

So irritating!

“Anyway, MMA? Really?”

Cait chuckled, thankful for the change of topic. “I did taekwondo as a kid. Same difference.”

Her roommate let out a heart-stopping giggle, and they started walking back home. Somehow, up close and in person, she was a couple thousand times cuter. And suddenly the sidewalk became an object of close scrutiny.

“Achoo!”

Cait quickly glanced back over and let out an involuntary snort. Sophie was shivering in her scandalously frayed top, her nose and cheeks growing pink.

“Come on, wolfie, let’s sit down somewhere.”

As they made their way to a park bench, the taller girl slipped off her overcoat and draped it around Sophie, who let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a breath of appreciation.

“Told you you’d get cold,” said Cait in a hushed tone, tucking the scarf around her friends’ neck.

Sophie scrunched up her face in a way that made the lesbian say a quick internal prayer of thanks that the two could exist at the very same point in time, just centimeters apart in this cold, cruel world.

“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”

Ugh.

Even her pout was perfect.

Then she flipped around and pressed up against Cait, filling her mind with nothing but coffee grounds and confetti. Sophie’s hair was on fire in the golden-hour glow as she leaned her head against her roommate’s chest. A couple stray threads tickled Cait’s jaw and positively set her cheeks ablaze as well.

“You know,” Sophie said with a playful sigh, “you’d be pretty good boyfriend material.”

Cait gave a slightly bitter scoff. “What about girlfriend material?”

They said nothing for just a moment too long.

The world passed by a mile a minute around them, and the feisty barista was uncharacteristically silent.

Suspiciously silent.

Sophie buried her face in that annoyingly orange scarf.

Cait fought back her heart as it threatened to leap up to her throat. She’d felt this before. But something was different this time. Oh gods, maybe, just maybe, something was different this time.

“Soph,” she whispered softly, her voice breaking with every heartbeat. “Can… can I see your face right now?”

The shorter girl disobediently turned the other way.

But Cait leaned forward, reaching out, and suddenly she was slowly easing her pouting crush’s head to face her own and gently prying the warm, soft scarf back downwards. It revealed a constellation of vivid freckles set aglow. And Sophie’s face was the most beautiful shade of red in the world, even redder than Cait had imagined in her wildest dreams.

“Holy cow,” Cait exhaled.

And for a single, heart-stopping moment, all the two could do was stare.

Until all of a sudden, fingertips were combing through umber hair, and slender hands were clinging on to the others’ back, and lips were meeting each other in near-painful desperation.

Sweet, soft, tender paradise for just a few seconds.

“I thought--”

“Cait. Hush,” whispered Sophie, looking directly into her roommate’s eyes this time.

And they both obliged and came together once more, a whirlwind of emotions kicking up in Cait’s heart that managed to settle on something warm and almost tearful. The kiss was gentler the second time around, a little kinder, and just a little harder to pull away again.

Then they both sat back into the bench, wide-eyed, looking off into the treetops.

“Weren’t you straight?” blurted Cait.

“Back then? I said I liked guys, you disaster, not that I exclusively liked guys.” Sophie seemed to be fighting back an enormous smile, cheeks still holding their brilliant rosy tint. “Plus, you didn’t hear what I mumbled after that. That I was maybe starting to think about girls. Well. Girl. To be accurate.” She continued, voice trailing off.

“Oh,” was all said girl could manage, as she felt soft arms wrapping gingerly around her.

For a beautiful moment, Sophie was all there ever was.

“You know,” the barista giggled mischievously into her roommate’s ear, “I can maybe. Think of some other nicknames I’d like to call you now.”

And Cait was on fire again.

“How about we make dinner first?”

[peacefiresky-archive]

local girlfriends get drunk and accidentally start the party of the century

The tavern was… a change of pace from their last outing together. 

Anya had, admittedly, been nervous, thinking that the Queen wouldn’t want to go to a normal tavern as the young knight normally frequented, but Rel had assured her that she had felt just as out of place as Anya. Their newfound noble status didn’t seem to help them fit in.

So, for their next outing, Anya planned accordingly. The Left Leg was full of rowdy folks drinking away a day of hard work -- just like the taverns the pair had grown up used to.

The smell of cooking meats and woodsmoke filled the air, and Anya had to strain a bit to hear Rel’s words over the lively chattering of the other patrons and the raunchy songs of the bard. Not that she minded. No, it just gave her an excuse to sit closer to her companion.

“This place smells of home,” Rel said with a grin. “Smelly workers home from a day in the fields. Questionable meats being served. Men gambling away their coin.”

Anya laughed. “Are you sure we didn’t grow up in the same village?”

“Absolutely,” she said, “I would’ve noticed a face like yours if we had.”

Anya scoffed playfully, shoving Rel lightly on the shoulder despite her face flushing pink. “Flatterer.”

“Truth-sayer!”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Rel squinted and frowned, her face drawn up into a contemplative look. Anya resisted the urge to reach over and smooth the furrow between her brows. “Those are fighting words.”

“Oh?” Anya couldn’t help the teasing grin that pulled at the corner of her lips. “Are you going to fight me, O Great Hero of the Winter’s War?”

Rel leaned towards Anya, mirroring her grin. “I think I will.”

Anya tilted her head - she was centimeters away from Rel, it would be so easy to just close that distance between their lips, and Rel knew that, judging by the way her face turned a shade of red that reminded Anya of her family’s orchards. She could count the freckles that dotted Rel’s face and chart them as a smarter woman would chart stars, she could see the line and curve of every scar, the deepness behind Rel’s good eye that Anya wanted nothing more than to drown in, the way her unruly hair framed her face like a mane of a lion  -- 

Anya winked and pushed herself backwards, fighting back a laugh at Rel’s baffled expression. “Bring us your strongest ale!” she called towards the front, “We’re going to have a contest!”

“Oh, you sneaky little --” Rel huffed, but Anya didn’t miss the smitten smile on her face.

Anya could feel the eyes on the pair of them as the server brought two platters, precariously balanced with five tankards on each. A few patrons pulled away from their conversation when the recognized Rel -- not that she was easily mistaken or unnoticeable, especially with the ornate patch over her right eye designed to look like a dragon’s eye. Still, she was dressed in commoner’s clothes and had put no great deal of effort into appearing… royal.

Rel held Anya’s gaze as the server set down the drinks. “Please,” she said, an all-too-sweet smile on her face, “you first.”

Anya hummed, grabbing one of the tankards by the handle. “If I drink more than you, I get to meet King Cronos. Officially. And I get to ask him all sorts of embarrassing questions about your childhood.”

“If I win,” Rel countered, “I get to watch you train and you can’t let Nikolaus kick me out.”

“It’s a deal,” Anya murmured, before she tilted her head back and chugged down the ale. She grimaced at the burn the ale left as she drank, feeling a bit dribble down her chin. She downed the rest of it quickly before she slammed it down onto the wooden table. She gave a contented sigh. “Ahhh… That hit the spot. Your turn, princess.”

Rel blinked, her face turning apple-red again. She grabbed a tankard and mumbled something grumpily, before tilting back her head and -- 

Well, she tried to chug the ale as Anya did, but more of it spilled down her cheeks and chin and into her shirt, and she was left a coughing mess, banging her head on the table. A few brave souls dared a chuckle at the queen’s expense.

Anya covered her mouth, trying her damnedest not to laugh at her companion’s misery. “Have you -” she coughed to cover a laugh that had erupted from her throat, “Is - You’ve never drank before, have you?”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Rel mumbled.

“I think we’d better st--”

“No!” Rel’s head shot up. “No, no quitting. I am winning this contest.”

Anya glanced over her. She was going to be the one responsible for getting the Royal Majesty, a girl of barely seventeen, drunk, for the very first time. King Cronos was going to kill her, if Captain-General Nikolaus didn’t first. Though, she had a feeling it would be well worth it.

“As you command, your Majesty,” Anya took the next tankard in hand. “Bottoms up.”

To her credit, she had managed the whole thing with nothing but a small cough at the end. Rel was, again, not so lucky. They continued back and forth for a while, a larger and larger crowd gathering around them, cheering as the knight and the queen went back and forth with their drinks --

Before Rel tapped out, barely able to hold her head straight, and the tavern filled with cheers and praises for Anya. She preened a bit, before Rel grabbed her tankard and forced herself upwards, swaying on her feet as she raised the tankard high. “Make merry!” She yelled, her words slurring together. Anya hid her face. Oh, Rel was going to kill her for letting her do this. “All the drinks are on me from here on ‘til daybreak! For the whole city!”

The cheer that followed was loud enough to wake the dead and set Anya’s ears to ringing. She couldn’t help the loud laugh she gave in response. “You heard the woman! Free drinks for all!”

The word had, evidently, spread quickly. Rel and Anya stayed long enough to enjoy a stew together -- well, Anya enjoyed the stew as Rel insisted on feeding it to her -- so that by the time the couple had left, it was well into the night, and it seemed that a party on a scale unseen by human eyes was well under way in the city. 

The streets were lit up with candles and lanterns, minstrels harped and bards sang, people danced and stumbled over each other as the stars twinkled playfully above them. Anya could smell the scent of frying pork and beef carried on the wind and hear the sound of an entire tavern singing together nearby - On the day, on the day, on the cold winter’s day, the crows were set a-flutterin’ away - and she was just barely sober enough to register Rel being pulled from her side to join in some dancing jig.

Rel laughed wildly as she stumbled and twirled with her people, nearly falling on more than one occasion as she was pulled this way and that. Anya was barely able to catch herself when Rel tugged her into the dance. Rel let out a short scream when the first of the fireworks went off from near the castle, before she glanced upwards and saw the colors exploding in the night sky and dissolved into giggles. Anya joined in her laughter, gasping when she snorted, which sent Rel into cackling delightfully, and Anya had never heard her laugh like that, which made her laugh harder, and as the city danced and cheered around them, the lovers held onto each other and laughed.

“An- Anie,” Rel beamed at her, and suddenly she was the only person in the world who mattered.  “Can I tell you a secret?”

“‘Course!” Anya was no-doubt red. She always got flustered when Rel looked at her like that. “‘Less it’s, like… super secret. Don’ wan’ you in trouble with th’ spymaster.”

“The secret iiiiiiiis,” Rel stood on her toes, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Anya’s nose. “I think I love you!”

Anya giggled brightly, leaning down to rub her nose with Rel’s. “I have a secret, too.”

“Oh! Tell me! Tell meeee!”

“I think I love you too!”

Rel scrunched her nose and cackled again in that earnest way that Anya was quickly growing to adore.

“Annnnd,” Anya said, her smile reaching her ears, “I think it’s time we get you home before you pass out in a gutter.”

--

The revelry had spread to the castle by the time they had reached it. She could hear King Cronos stomping about the cellars, singing an old Dwarven tune that she bet Sigmund was teaching him, with slightly-slurred gibberish in place of the lyrics. Nikolaus seemed to be the most sober, seeing as he could stand up straight and shoot Anya a disapproving glance as she hauled the Royal Majesty up to her chambers, but even he had a tankard in hand.

When she had finally managed to get Rel into bed, and pry the queen’s arms off of her in an attempt to escape her hug, she stood for a moment and glanced down at the queen…

Before she felt a bit faint, and promptly collapsed into a slumber next to her beloved.

[wndrlstvbz]

Friday Night Lights

a/n: okay so football szn is upon us and i’m a sucker for it and really feeling shawn as a college football player so enjoy this short lil sum xx

“Y/N!”, you spun around to find your best friend running towards you dressed in her cheerleader attire, with goodie bags shaking wildly in her hands. “Can you believe the boys even got treats for freshman friday? You have to bring yours to the game!”

It’s tradition at Saint Louis that all the college’s varsity players give their jersey to a freshman girl to wear to the first football game of the season. And although you knew it would never happen, there was a certain boy who’s jersey you were wishing you could wear. You and Shawn had been friends since freshman year of high school but ever since making varsity on his first year here, which gave him the instant pass to total popularity, you two had drifted away. Even though it was rare nowadays you still got the butterflies in your belly when he talked to you, just like when you first met him.

“Honey, did they drop you during a stunt? There’s no way I’m getting a jersey. Plus I’d rather wear the outfit I had planned than some baggy shirt anyways.”

Sophia rolled her eyes at you, “I‘m not even going to do this with you sis, but if you’re done lying, I have to finish passing out the bags for the boys to give to their girl, would you mind tagging along?”

You nod reluctantly, figuring that at least it’ll get your mind off things. You two rush to give the bags out before it’s time to go to your first period and soon there’s only one bag left, “Who’s is that anyways?”

Sophia shrugs as you two make your way back to the common area, “Shawn’s.” You stop in your tracks, “Sophia! You knew and didn’t tell me?” She looks at you unbothered, “You two haven’t talked in so long and I figured it’d be a good chance to rekindle the fire, plus since he’s gonna give you his jersey I want to be there to see my baby get her mans.”

You flush and shake your head, “As if, he’ll probably ask a prep, like Marissa or Clara. It’s not gonna happen Soph.” She just side eyes you and keeps walking. You two turn into the courtyard and you find him instantly. Shawn’s with his friends, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks rosy from laughing. You gaze at the boy you fell in love with years ago, wondering how you ever let the chance to tell him you feel slip by.

Before you know it Sophia’s heading over to them and you run to catch up. You stop and almost run into her, making everyone turn in your direction, “Hey Shawn, so here’s your bag for tonight, now remember this is for your girl so hands off the candy, we all know about your sweet tooth.” You chuckle nervously as she breaks the ice, Sophia’s always been too good at that. “Don’t worry Soph, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You gulp as Shawn turns to you, “So y/n, how many jerseys have you snagged already?” You feel your cheeks heat up but you play it cool, “None yet, I’m keeping my mesmerizing charm on the low to give the other girls a chance.” Shawn cracks up and the other guys snort at your sarcasm. You feel yourself ease up at how easy this is, you make some some small talk with the girls as Shawn quiets down.

He looks at you and remembers the high school days, he thinks about how you really grew into your body and how beautiful you look, he thinks about close you two used to be and all the memories you shared. Shawn frowns as he thinks about how long it’s been since you last talked, about how he cut you off, and how much he missed having you around. Little did you know, Shawn was gazing at you, the same way you had been looking at him. He realized then how whipped he was for you.

Shawn pokes you to get your attention and you excuse yourself from the girls you had been talking to. “Y/n, so um can I ask you a question?” You notice everyone go quiet and you turn to Shawn with a confused look. “Of course, what’s up.”

“Oh god okay well, Y/n Y/l/n, I fell in love with you freshman year and I don’t think I ever stopped. I can’t believe it took so long to figure it out, I cut you off when I should’ve been begging you to stay close. I probably don’t even deserve it, but it would mean the world to me if you would wear my jersey tonight. And maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll wear it as my girlfriend too.”

You stare up at him with your jaw dropped and wide eyes, before you can say a word Sophia squeals behind you, “Ahhh! Finally! I’ve been waiting 4 years for this!” You smile and nod, “I’d love to Mendes. Plus I’m pretty sure that jersey will look better on me anyways.”

Shawn’s face lights up as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. You melt into his arms and thank the friday night lights that this boy was all yours. He leaned into you and it was like fireworks. His lips were cool and tasted like raspberry chapstick he wears when it’s starts to get cold. He sets you down and hands you the jersey off his shoulder. You pull it over your head and laugh at how big it is on you. “My girl looks gorgeous doesn’t she?”

Everyone bursts out in ‘awwwes’ and ‘that’s my boy’ I blush as Sophia pulls out her phone, “Now I want a pic of my babies!” As we smile Shawn whispers in my ear, “Since we’re dating can you share the candy with me?” You peck his lips and shake your head, “You wish Shawn.”