#this joke is so stupid and N and I quote it back and forth to each other all the time

[hgedits]

Um, what house sold? The old Waylon place on Hickory.

[imagineandwrite]

𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐 (𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒)

Will You Leave Me?

Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Reader doesn't like confrontation, Shuri went to the ancestral plane, M'Baku is secretly intimidated by Reader, Sad hours, description of character death, comfort, A/N: Y'all are spoiled as hell

"Shouldn't we burn incense or something?"

Nakia stands at a table crushing the Heart-Shaped Herb, recreated by Shuri, into a liquid. Shuri sits hunched over another table with her head in her hands. Ramonda stands next to her, rubbing Shuri's back. Briefly, Nakia explained the purpose of the ritual and how important being surrounded by loved ones was for it. 

"Bast only knows how the ancestors will get to this place," Ramonda mumbles.

During this whole time, Shuri hadn't said anything. Nakia finished the preparation and walked to where Shuri sat. "Are you sure we shouldn't bury you?"

"No-" Shuri shakes her head as she lies on the table, crossing her arms in the Wakandan salute. "I need you to have access to my chest." She explains, quickly moving her arms to rest at her sides.

"In case I go into cardiac arrest."

"I'm sorry?" You ask, your eyes darting between Nakia and Shuri. Riri chuckles in disbelief, "She joking, right?"

Instead of answering, Nakia places her Kimoyo bead in the center of Shuri's chest. Ramonda guides you to the head of the table and your hands on either side of Shuri's head. You lean forward slightly to block the light from shining in Shuri's eyes and glare at her. 

"If something goes wrong, I'll pull your ass out of there and kill you," You mutter, and though your words are harsh, your voice is quiet and raspy. 

"Alright," Shuri chuckles, her eyes flickering between yours before she smiles softly. "You okay?" You'll be here when I wake up?

"I'm always okay," You whisper. Always.

Ramonda lifts the bowl and recites the traditional quote, calling forth Bast, the ancestors, and T'Challa. She places the bowl on Shuri's lips and guides her to drink the purple liquid. Purple and black veins cover Shuri's skin, and she twitches as her face contorts in discomfort.

"Praise the ancestors," You, Ramonda, Nakia, and Riri continue calling the ancestors until Shuri's body calmed.

"How long do we wait?" Riri questioned, watching Shuri's breathing slow.

"It depends on how long her ancestors want to talk with her," Ramonda answers, sitting in a chair near the table while holding Shuri's hand. "Much like Taraji's meeting with her ancestors. They give life lessons to help one grow into their role as Protector."

"So they're a mentor?" Riri asks, looking between you and Ramonda. You share a look before Ramonda nods. Nakia sighs softly in thought, Shuri has announced her disbelief in Bast and the Ancestral Plane, and she hopes they'll help her.

"Taraji," Ramonda starts, waiting for you to look at her. "Is there something between you and my daughter?" Is she your soulmate?

"She can't even come talk to me instead of listening to bullshit from other people," You grumble, fist tight as you breathe deep. 

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Maybe if we talk it out, then sure," You breathed in irritation, gripping the table. Your ears picked up on the faint crack sound before glancing down at the crack in the table.

"Wake up, sweetheart."

Her body lurched forward, breathing hard as her eyes darted around the room. There was a glint in her eyes as Nakia asked who she saw. Shuri replied with a weak 'I failed' but you didn't believe her.

If their Ancestral Plane was like yours, then she had to have seen someone. Placing your hand on Shuri's shoulder, you lean forward to whisper, "What happened?"

It took a second for her to respond, she slipped off the table and away from you. Creating distance between herself and everyone, "He- they abandoned me."

"He would never do that," Ramonda denied, flinching at the harsh slam on the table. Nakia placed her hand on Shuri's arm, stepping back when Shuri swung toward her.

"I did your stupid ritual, and for what?!"

Running her hand down her face, Shuri sighed before bunching a manikin and sending it flying into a stone wall. Nakia and Riri step behind Ramonda in shock as you purse your lips. "Shit," Nakia and Riri whisper.

"Can I get some of that?" You and Riri ask, turning to Nakia, she sighs as she softly shakes her head. Tilting her head, Ramonda speaks quietly, "I believe you will be needing a suit."

"More people are coming from the city," Someone said.

"They need more space," Another elder spoke.

"You people understand that you are visitors? It is a wonder how anything gets done with you all." M'Baku complained, munching on a carrot as he watched the elders squabble about the upcoming war. 

Suddenly an aircraft hovered above them, dropping the Black Panther, and Shuri landed at the center. Slowly, Ramonda approached her and placed both hands on her face. 

"Show them who you are," She whispered. Shuri nodded as M'Baku stood from his throne and stepped down to face her. Ayo held her arm out in front of the Dora Milaje to hold them back.

They stand in front of each other before slamming their hands together in an arm wrestle. M'Baku was defeated, and he raised her hand high, "The Black Panther lives!"

The elders place their hands on her shoulders and back as the Jabari chants around her. Once they finished, they stepped back and allowed Shuri room to speak.

Before she speaks, a flash of blue catches her eye. Y/N is quiet as she crawls along the walls of the cave. They share a soft smile before Shuri looks at the elders.

"Namor believes Wakanda is on her knees. Believes our Queen is dead, and we have no protector. But now is our time to strike."

"We don't even know how to find him," An elder spoke.

"We will bring Namor to us," Shuri stated, slowly looking at each elder. "At a distant location."

Alright, let's say this does work," M'Baku interrupted, rubbing his head in thought. "Assuming we can kill this man who can fly and is potentially as strong as the Hulk. Is murdering him the right solution?"

"You were calling for his death when his crime was only intimidation," The River tribe elder said.

"What has changed lord M'Baku?" Another elder asked. M'Baku scoffed as he held his hand up, "His soldiers. They do not call him General, or King. They call him K'uk'ulkan."

"What?"

"Feather serpent god," Y/N answered, dropping to the floor and walking through the crowd. She looks down at the people whispering in shock and backing away from her.

"Y/N! The blue woman!" M'Baku shouts, tossing his arms up as he looks her up and down. The woman was tall and had to duck, so she'd miss the icicles hanging from the cave top.

"Elders, with your permission, I would like to talk with Lord M'Baku alone," Shuri said, staring ahead at M'Baku ignoring Y/N's tail grazing her head. The elders agreed and everyone left, some pointing and poking at Y/N's legs in wonder. Y/N went to follow them but Shuri called out, "Stay, please."

Nodding, Y/N sat crisis cross behind her, fiddling with a chunk of ice that had fallen when she bumped into it. 

"Namor isn't finished. He promised to destroy the surface world and now is our opportunity to take him. What are you afraid of?!" Shuri snapped.

"War," M'Baku said as if it were obvious. He glanced at the Nymerian when she hummed in thought before looking back at Shuri. "If Namor is indeed a God to his people, killing him will risk eternal war."

"And so what?" Shuri asked, "Is my mother's life unworthy of eternal war?"

"Of course, she is," M'Baku sighed shakily before continuing, "But it is not what she wants for you, and it is not what I want for my people."

"You speak of my mother, of what she wanted for me," She said, the images of when her mother was truthfully happy crossing her mind. Then the vision of her mother being saved by Nakia. Ramonda and Y/N's chests slammed back into the ground after a failed shock.

"Namor drowned her, right in front of me!" Shuri cried, and M'Baku frowned. "So her goals, her hopes, and dreams for me... It doesn't exist. It doesn't matter." Shifting her stance, she glared at M'Baku through her tears, "What matters is what I want. And what I want, is Namor dead." 

"And you're going to help me get it," She points at him, and M'Baku glances at Y/N. She raised her eyebrows at him. What was she supposed to say?

"We leave in the morning," Shuri stated, turning to leave, and Y/N followed behind her, crawling out of the cave before walking behind her.

Y/N lay in bed in only a sports bra and boxer shorts. The light shines through, illuminating the room. The city is quiet from its lack of population. You remember your grandmother's torn body pulling you further into the water and away from the surface.

You remember Shuri clinging to you when they finally decided it was safe for you to move. Remember her refusing to let you leave her sight.

Suddenly, you felt cold water pooling beneath your feet. When you look down, there's water everywhere up to your ankles. You look up and try to step forward, only to fall further into the water.

Completely submerged in the water, you take a moment to study your surroundings. Surrounding you was a black void filled with nothing but water. This shouldn't be an issue, but it is. You were born in water and grew up in the water. Rarely going to the surface as a kid, why is this ocean terrifying you now?

Eyes. Large bright white eyes stare at you from afar. They slowly grow in size as the creature swims toward you. The water pulls you to them as it swims closer.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮��𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚."

It moves to swim around you, the water turning you in a circle. You gasp, water flooding your lungs before pouring from your nose, and you can breathe.

"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬," As it speaks, it swims around you until you're caged in its body. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫."

"𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮," It growls as light floods the void, and a giant sea creature mixed with squid and dragon glares down at you.

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮," It slams a tentacle down almost crushing you as you swim around it.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥-"

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰," You interrupt, lifting your arms to alert her of your presence.

"I know I left, but 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, not just what was in that giant dome," You breathed, looking back at the creature who slowly lifted her tentacles away.

"𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?" Her voice is soft, completely contrasting the rough growls from before.

"A world where women are not cherished but terrified, and people are treated differently because of their skin. If you're young and speak your mind, then you are disrespectful. They abuse their kids and call it discipline, then complain when their children go no contact."

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥," She hums, lowering herself to the floor and looking right at you. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

You smile softly, looking down in thought. "I found 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲."

"𝐍𝐨, they are my relatives," You emphasized, glaring up at her before sighing softly. "𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝. A family is supposed to be filled with goofy moments."

"You're old," Seventeen-year-old Riri sighs, laying on the floor in her mother's living room. You scoff from your place on the couch and chuck a pillow at her. "I am not old!"

"Dude, you're twenty! You're old!" She cackles, slinging the pillow back at you.

"Momma, tell Riri I ain't old!" You shout, immediately grinning when Riri's mother responds, "Riri, leave that child alone! She is not old! She just older than you."

"They're supposed to be there for you during hard times."

You sat in a corner, curled up in a ball sobbing. A worried MJ sits next to you, waiting on Riri to get back with your water. MJ hums softly as she rubs soothing circles on your back.

She waited for your sobs to stop before leaning back slightly to rub your cheeks free of tears. Patting your face softly, she waited for you to look at her to whisper, "It's okay to be upset. Just how it's okay to be tired and okay to need a break."

"They share the joy in everything, big..."

You, MJ, and Riri all dance around the living room, giggles and off-key singing filling the air. MJ had just gotten her acceptance letter and would now be going to college with you and Riri.

"...or small."

Riri runs into the room, holding a paper with a big smile. She pauses slightly when she sees MJ bouncing in her seat slightly while staring at the bathroom door.

"What's going on?" Riri asks, walking over to sit next to MJ.

The taller brunette chuckles softly as she glances at her friend. "We think we found pants that fit Y/N's legs."

You'd been looking for pants that fit you for almost a year. The pants you had were leggings and sweats. Or pants that were too short or too tight. So, when you came out with a smile rivaling the Cheshire's grin: they cheered. MJ stood to wrap you in a hug as Riri leaned to fiddle with the chains on your legs.

"What I had in Nymeria was not family," You whispered, still reminiscing on memories of your friends. With a scoff, you looked up at the creature whose eyes have turned a soft black. "I was a means to an end. Grandfather allowed me to live because he needed someone to continue his legacy. Someone young and naive."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲."

Y/N's body shot up and out of the water, breathing heavily as she looked around the bathroom. The lights had turned off, the only light source from the window in her room shining on the mirror.

Ms. Y/N, would you like me to alert the princess of your current state? She is awake, and in the lab, it is her break time.

"No, she needs to spend her break relaxing," You sighed, slowly standing from the now cold bath water. Slowly stepping out, you slam your hand against the wall when you tipped to the side.

Ms. Y/N, I advise that you let me alert the-

"Thanks, but no," You said, treading towards your bed, occasionally grabbing nearby furniture to prevent yourself from falling. "I don’t need to bother her when she’s already got a lot of shit on her plate."

Something is wrong, she can feel it in her gut. Someone or something telling her to check on Y/N, to make sure she's okay. Sighing softly, Shuri rubs her forehead in thought. "Griot?"

Yes, Princess?

"Is Y/N okay?"

I was requested to not alarm you if something is wrong.

"Griot!" Slamming her hand down, the thud echoes through the empty lab. "I have no issues with disabling you and making a new, better AI."

Y/N requires assistance.

Shuri grabs a small box from the table and walks out of the lab. "Where is she?"

She is in the middle of a panic attack in her room, it seems she hasn't noticed yet.

"What happened?" She asked, waiting for the elevator to get to the main hallways. Silently, she thanked Griot for speeding up the process.

I assume she had a nightmare. Her heart rate fluctuated just before she rose woke. Her heart rate has only increased from there, and she seems to be mumbling apologies.

You're bedroom door opening breaks you from your thoughts, and you're aware of the footsteps walking toward you. You frantically wipe your face but it's no use; tears continuously stream down your face. She crouches down next to you, watching you struggle for a moment before gently prying your hands from the covers and wrapping her own around them.

Shuri lays down, guiding you to her chest. The unmistakable scent of Cocoa butter invades your senses as she rubs your back. Minutes pass, and eventually, your body relaxes as you're able to breathe again. You sink into her warmth, her heart beating beneath your ear. 

"How'd you know?"

"I felt it," She whispered, nose nuzzling your cheek. The hand on your back continues rubbing soothing circles, and the corners of her eyes crinkle with amusement at the low hum released from your throat.

"I need to know if you'll leave," She whispers, and you wouldn't have heard had you not been right next to her. You look up at her, looking directly into her eyes. Her breaths are shallow, scared to break the moment. She leans forward to peck your nose before continuing.

"Once this war is over, once everything is somewhat normal, will you leave? Go back to being a college student with multiple partners. While I sit here healing my heart and my nation. Or will you stay and help me?"

"I'll be here." Your eyes close, taking in how her body molds perfectly with yours. 

You awoke before her, bodies tangled in silk sheets and legs. Somehow you two had managed to shift with you on your back and her on top of you. Her face tucked in your neck, blocked from the sun allowing her more rest. Your hand was under her shirt, thumb pressing soothing strokes into her waist. 

Humming softly, you lean your head against Shuri's. She releases a huff of breath before slowly lifting from your neck. You chuckle softly at her unkempt hair and drool on her cheek, no doubt leaving a pool on your shoulder. 

Shuri mutters a curse as her fingertips rub her eyes to rid herself of sleep. At some point in the night, she'd stripped some of her clothes, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. You run your hands up and down her back before dropping them to her waist. 

"Shuri, I'm gonna ask you something," You sighed, waiting for her to hum in acknowledgment. "Who'd you see?"

Shuri slowly sits up and drops her head into her hands. Her hands fall from her face as she speaks, resting them in her lap. "I'm not ready."

"And that's okay." You sit up next to the princess, pulling her into you with a quiet sigh. Your hands trace the tattoo on her hand as she breathes you in. Your scent floods her senses and she hears a hard slow thump from within your chest.

"I told you I saw my grandmother," You started, "But I didn't know she was dead until then."

She looked up at you, her lips parting as her breath hitched. You didn't look at her, lost in thought. Breathing deep, you continue.

"She was murdered by Namor," You mutter, voice cracking slightly. "I'm not sure if my grandfather is still alive. I am to take the throne in just a few weeks. My spirit sister is somewhere outside the barrier, and I'm not even sure I'm ready to see her."

Shuri remains silent as she slowly pulls away, careful not to get too far. She traces the tattoos covering your body, leaning forward to kiss your collarbone.

Your heart aches as you think of your grandmother. You didn't get to say goodbye, didn't get to bury her, and you didn't even know she was dead. Murdered. Her death wasn't peaceful.

There was no slipping in her sleep, no dying in her lover's arms. Grandma died on a rock, desperately trying to stop her bleeding. She died at the hands of someone she despised, and no one was there to comfort her. She was found curled up in a ball, her skin an ashy grey instead of a vibrant blue.

You could only imagine the pain her spirit brother felt knowing he wasn't there. Knowing he couldn't comfort her. You wonder what her last thoughts were. Did she think about her family? Did she wonder if they would find her? Did she question if they were even looking for her? Did she think about you, wondering if she was able to watch over you in the afterlife?

Taraji

Y/N?

"Y/N!" Gentle hands on your cheeks attempt to gain your attention, but your eyes are distant. She leans your foreheads together, rubbing her thumb across your cheek softly. Her hand on your shoulder makes you jerk back and she flinches.

"Uphilile Sthandwa Sami?"

Are you okay, my love?

It's a simple question, but it holds weight. A weight that breaks your windows, and the water flows through. Your body shakes with sobs as Shuri holds you, shushing you softly as your fingers grip her back and waist.

She dragged a hand up your back as she spoke, "What do you want?"

"I want him dead."

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

LISTEN BLUE!!!!! When I tell you that this is one of my favorite fics ever...I'm so serious.

It has everything that I love and so many references and it's exactly how I picture this kind of thing happening!!! You dove right into Santino's trauma (just like he dove into that saltwater lmao okay that was a really dark joke but I had to). I'm about to quote SO MUCH!!!!

How do I even thank you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... and CONGRATULATIONS ON A YEAR SINCE YOUR FIRST FIC!!! What a big milestone. I'm always happy to write asks back and forth, and make fanart and inspire each other!! You inspire me so much too and always make my day better 💖💖💖💖

Oh and thank you to @mrssimply too, for helping out with this!!! Now quotes:

Giovanni wasn't done just yet, he grabbed Santino by his shoulder and pushed him so hard into a wall that the paintings almost fell down. Santino cried out again, he almost blacked out from the unbearable pain, and he felt like he couldn't breathe at all. ^NOOOOOOOOOO! We gotta protect Santino aaaaaaaahaaaa oh no…I hate you Giovanni :(

If they didn’t intervene between them, Santino could end up in a hospital. ^Ffffff this line hits so hard. John come save your future husband!!!!!

“What am I going to do? I don't know… I am lost,” He whispered to himself and paused when he heard a notification which helped him find his phone. ^John helps him even without knowing it, it's perfect.

“It's okay, you don't need to if it's too much. I hope you're safe.” ^He's so UNDERSTANDING!!! <3 <3 <3

He flinched at first, his tired mind immediately thought of the worst, that it was his father trying to get into his room. ^Poor traumatized Santi, his mind immediately goes to the worst possibility…

Santino wished he could stay here all night, just talking with his lover, or even getting down to him. ^They're so Romeo and Juliet!!!!!

What didn't help was how he actually looked like he was sick. He got a slight fever from the pain, to the point one of the staff members asked him if he was okay and he admitted that he wasn't feeling the best, but he just needed pain meds and some fresh air. ^Nooooo he has a fever so bad everyone notices :( He's doing so badly, my heart…

Oh, the way John's brown puppy eyes were looking at him with empathy. He couldn't resist that look. ^The best description of John. I can picture that exact look and it's so sweet.

“It's fine, I don't want that to ruin our date.” ^Heartbreaking foreshadowing

“I…” Santino looked down in embarrassment. “I did,” He admitted quietly. ^AASDFJADSFKDADSFJ this is so good. It's like, even though he was alone at the time, now he's not anymore. John sees his pain and is there for him eventually no matter what.

“Fuck! I don't know!” Santino was frustrated with himself, he couldn't believe what stupid accident this was. ^This is so in-character for him, snapping because of a small mistake and then everything comes out. Aaaaaaaaaaaa I feel so much for him!!!!

“Let me go, John. I'm going.” “I'm coming with you.” ^YESSSSS PROTECT YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!!!

They stayed in their embrace for some time, John holding him against himself, giving him gentle kisses on his head. It felt nice to be this close to John, to his lover he has to meet in secret. ^AWWWWWWWWWWW the little head kisses…my heart's gonna explode <3

“You don't have to. I don't deserve it, I was being dramatic today.” ^POOR SANTINO!!! He's still mad at himself. But John makes him happy again.

Santino hummed after licking some of the chocolate syrup off his lips, and John couldn't stop looking at how Santino's lips glistened from his saliva and the sun reflecting on them. He looked as sweet as that ice cream and that little cherry on top. ^HASKDFASADF THIS IMAGE IS SO CUTE AND HOT!!! And the ice cream reference to my drawing (I think) aaaaa it's perfect

“John,” Santino whined playfully, “What are you doing?” By the time he asked that, John already took the picture. ^OMG THE PHOTO JUST LIKE HELEN!!! John will take cute pictures of his lover no matter what AU he's in.

That was beautiful. It was so perfect from start to finish. Thank you Blue!!!! What a wonderful gift!! I was not expecting that at all even when you mentioned that you were going to post something special. Made my day as soon as I woke up. Thank you for being such a good friend! 💙

Blooming Bruises

Summary: Santino's father gets drunk and hurts Santino as he's preparing to go on a secret date with John. The following day, John tries to make it better.

Rating: Mature, hurt/comfort

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 31st (31.8.) 2023 was the day I posted my first fic, "I Heart you." It's a lot, it was my irl besties idea and honestly I still like it. Just... yeah, I've improved a lot since that AHAH. It's been a year, and I literally can't believe. My first fic was posted A YEAR ago, that's like... wow I can't believe it lmaoo.

This fic is a gift to @thewhumpcaretaker because you've helped me out so much, you wrote all my silly prompts, and that always brings me joy, AND MADE FANARTS I'm so thankful for that! I really love your fics and art and everything. You also inspire me, and I want you to know I appreciate everything you've done for me! This beautiful piece of artwork inspired me for this fic. Everyone should check out Santino with ice cream RIGHT HERE! Beautiful! The song "Me Gustas Tu" by Manu Chao was one part of the inspiration, too :). Thank you for being an amazing friend and support, I hope you'll like it! 💖

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ for beta reading, helping out with everything, giving me suggestions that I ate up and making Santino suffer even more EHEH <3

Enjoy hurt/comfort with the sillies ^ ^ 💙🖤

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Summer was really hot this year in Italy, and it was the perfect time to go there. An opportunity to visit the young Camorra prince again.

Four months ago, John met Santino D'Antonio, second in line of the Camorra family and he hadn’t expected to actually fall in love with him. Not with someone higher rank than him, someone so beautiful and younger than him.

However, Santino had to keep their relationship a secret from his family, since his father was really strict and the thought of his son dating another man was never an option. So, Santino would lie, say that he was going out with friends and somehow that always worked. He was actually seeing his lover who would always take him somewhere beautiful on a date.

Another problem was, John was living in New York and he was coming to Italy for business reasons which was how he met Santino, but he promised he would visit him more often. And he did, like now where he’d taken some free days off work.

Santino was just getting ready, everything seemed like it was going as planned until his father decided to get drunk.

“Where are you going?”

Santino sighed and turned around to see his father.

“I'm going out with friends,” he replied, catching a hint of alcohol from his father.

“Really? Friends?”

Santino paused for a second, his father usually didn't care, why was he so suspicious now?

“Yes. You met them.”

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[drcalmreid]

the dugout - s.r.

pairing: spencer reid x female reader

summary: smut - post-baseball practice spencer fulfills a fantasy of y/n’s

content warning: NSFW 18+!! pure smut lol

word count: 3.2k

authors notes: so mmmm….chile anyway enjoy ;)

gif credit: @thegifs-queen​

YOUR POV

“Alright kid, you gotta get out of your head,” Morgan says, wiping a hand on the back of his sweatpants. He squats down in front of the pitcher’s mound and grabs the baseball Spencer just tossed back to him,

“Just swing hard and follow through. There’s no mathematical equations, just swing.”

“Okay fine,” Spencer huffs looking down at his converse. “But according to recent studies, most major league teams employ mathematicians in order to pinpoint crucial angles, velocities, distances, and overall mathematical equations that are needed to create the ideal outcome of a baseball game,” Spencer says squinting at Morgan even though his hat shields his eyes from the sun. He stands at home plate with the wooden bat between his legs and his hands resting on the barrel. Derek rolls his eyes at Spencer and gives him an of-course-you-know-that head shake and walks back to the top of the pitcher’s mound. He tosses the ball into the pitching machine and Spencer swings and misses, again.

“We really have to watch this?” Emily leans over to whisper in my ear, “It’s just too painful to watch.”

“I know,” I shrug, pursing my lips together before giving her an empathetic smile. “If you don’t want to stay you don’t have to, I’m sure they’ll be done soon...I can meet you at Garcia’s.”

“Really?” She says in the most excited tone she has had the entire time we’ve been here. “Thank you,” she sighs and reaches for her coat on the bleachers before climbing down them. “You look great out there boys, but Garcia is hounding me to help her set-up! I’ll meet you over there!” Emily smiles one last time and waves to Morgan and Reid before practically running to her car before any of us can stop her.

“See,” Spencer says, taking off his baseball cap and running his hand through his hair. “We’re losing our audience. That’s how bad I am.”

“You need some motivation, Kid.” Morgan says pounding the baseball into his mitt, “It could be those mathematical baseball facts you know, the idea of beating the local PD in this game...” his eyes shift to me in the stands and I perk my head up, “or (y/n)...whatever it is, use it.” His phone rings from his pocket and he reaches inside before picking up, “What’s up, baby girl? We’re almost done here, then--woah woah, slow down. I’ll be right there.”

Morgan hangs up his cell phone and shrugs at Spencer, “it’s your lucky day. Garcia is requesting I come help set up the party tonight for Hotch...which I thought Prentiss was supposed to be doing,” he turns to glare at me.

“I know nothing!” I yell from the stands. I rise from the bleachers and walk closer to the fence.

“Either way, I’m needed ‘urgently, like now’ by Garcia,” Morgan chuckles using air quotes around what I can assume is a panicked Garcia needing her Chocolate Thunder. “So, we can pick this up tomorrow?” Reid presses his lips together in a tight lipped, straight smile before nodding. Just like that, Morgan grabs his bats and glove and disappears into the parking lot, “I’ll see you two over there!”

I climb down from the stands and walk closer towards the dugout. Spencer grabs the spare bat Morgan gave him off the ground and uses it to tap the sand off of his converse. Just as I reach the doorway of the dugout, Spencer enters the other side near the field.

“Hey,” I grin at Spencer as I lean against the cool cement walls.

“Hi,” he smiles back and his eyes quite practically light up when he sees me. To be honest, I’m not sure if he’s more excited to see me or to just be done with Morgan’s baseball practice.

The clay colored dirt collects on the dugout floor, dust raising from it as Spencer steps forward. He sits on the metallic bench against the wall, the bench stretches the length of the dugout and reflects the sunlight from the setting sun. Something about the way Spencer looks sitting down in the dugout, with his hair pushed back in his cap, white button-up loosened around his collar since his tie has been tossed aside since the beginning of practice. His biceps flex slightly as he reaches for his briefcase next to him on the bench (grabbing the hand sanitizer inside the case that he insisted on bringing), his collared shirt rolled up to his elbows exposing his tanned skin....He looks so fucking good.      

“So, on a scale of 1-to-listening to me explaining the newest metabolic engineering studies, how bored were you watching me practice today?” Spencer jokes, leaning forward to brush the dirt off his pants.

“Mmm, I would have to say,” I humm and step forward away from the entrance, sitting down on the bench directly next to Spencer. “Waiting for you to come out of the coffee shop, but I forgot my book at home.”

“That bad, huh?” He laughs and I lean down pressing my head to his shoulder. I shake my head and place a kiss on the top of his shoulder. “Not that bad, anything with you is never bad,” I smile, looking up at him. Spencer turns to look at me, tilting his head to the side to make sure his visor is out of the way. He leans down to kiss me and I sit back, raising a hand to stop him.

“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry,” Spencer mumbles. He shifts uncomfortably on the bench, “I thought-”

“Spence,” I reach forward and flip his hat around, resting the visor on the back of his head. I keep my hands at the back of his head, fingers running through his loose, slightly sweaty curls. “Didn’t want you to knock me in the head with that...plus, I like seeing your pretty eyes.”

“Oh,” Spencer sighs softly and a blush creeps onto his cheeks. His eyes turned away from mine, and I know he’s consciously trying to reduce his red cheeks. No matter how long we’ve been together, Spencer still finds moments to be completely embarrassed or shy around me. He leans down, turning his head back to mine and capturing my lips with his. My hands still rest in his hair and I comb my fingers up through his curls gently. Spencer moans slightly and I lift my leg to straddle the backless-bench without his lips leaving mine.

“Spencer,” I smile while breaking the kiss for a moment, but Spencer moves his lips to my jawline. “Did I ever tell you about my one, umm,” I stumble over my words, now I’m the one who’s nervous… “fantasy?”

“Fantasy?” Spencer grins against my skin and I turn my face away, but he raises a finger pulling my face back to his, “tell me.”

“So, I’ve always had this fantasy of, um, y’know…” I raise my eyebrows, eyes glancing around the dimly lit room. “In a dugout…” My cheeks burn with an even more intense blush than before.

“You want to have sex... in a dugout?” Spencer asks, his fingers still rest on my jaw, his eyes staring into mine intently.

“It’s stupid, never mind.” I say, completely embarrassed and attempt to stand from the bench. Spencer’s strong hand grips my waist and pulls me back down towards him, “Spence, really it’s fine, I- lets just go, we have to get to Garcia-”

His lips crash into mine and I know my resistance is useless.

“Spencer, seriously,” I say completely breathless. His lips work down my jawline as I giggle, “it was a stupid fantasy. Plus it’s dirty in here and I’m—you don’t want to—”

“Shh,” Spencer coos, pulling his face away from my neck. “I’m ready to fulfill your fantasy, as long as you want me to.” He looks up at me, his eyes scan over my face to make sure I’m still comfortable. I practically become putty in his hands. He brushes my fallen hair out of my face and over my shoulder. His smooth fingertips running up and down my arms.

“Fuck,” I mumble, “yeah, I really want you to.”

“Thank God, because…” Spencer trails off and looks down between us. His dress pants have become tight at his waist as he squirms under the tension.

“Oh my sweet boy,” I whisper and kiss his jawline. “Is that from me?” I ask while hovering my lips over his skin and he nods slowly while swallowing hard. Carefully I slide forward onto Spencer’s lap, earning a moan from him in a process, “fuck”. My hands trail up his torso to meet the back of his neck, pulling gently at his curls as my lips continue to leave sloppy kisses on his neck and jaw.

“Baby,” Spencer moans. “C’mere.” His hands wrap around my hips, grinding them down against his own as Spencer groans at the sensation. I move my face away from him to look directly in his eyes. Spencer's head rests against the wall of the dugout, his eyes hooded, but lustful. I bring my lips back down to his neck, hips gently moving against his. My thighs rest on both sides of his, my skirt riding up against my skin. His hands trail up the edge of my skirt, grabbing my thighs gently.

“(y/n)? Wait,” Spencer says breathless.

“Yes, Spence?” I ask, pulling away from him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I look at him and blink slowly, “you okay? We don’t have to-”

“No, no,” Spencer rushes out. “I just wanted to look at you.”

My heart flutters immediately as I smile at him. I bring my hands up from his chest, tangling them in his hair at the bottom of his baseball cap.  

—

SPENCERS POV

(Y/n)’s eyes stare into mine as we sit tangled on the cool metal bench. Her knees are bent at my sides, our thighs rubbing together every time either one of us moves. I trail my hands up from her skirt and run them through the ends of her hair, slowly making my way up to her scalp. She leans into my touch almost instinctively as her eyes slowly close. I bring her even closer to me to catch her lips with mine.

“Spencer,” she moans against my mouth, her hips rocking back and forth. Fuck. If I could listen to her moan my name all day I would. “I need you.” She pants.

“Where do you need me?” I ask, pulling away with a grin.

“C’mon,” she giggles. “You’re the one with three PhDs...you should know.”

“It’s not that kind of—” before I even get the words out her lips crash into mine. Lustful and hungry for more. My back stretches against the walls still, (y/n) grinding down against our colliding bodies on the bench. My hands move down from her hair, tugging slightly before I completely let go. I trace her sides with my fingers before slipping under her skirt. My thumb presses between her thighs, running along the thin fabric of her underwear. She moans against my mouth, pulling away and throwing her head back, “Spencer, I need you.”

“So impatient today,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. She rolls her eyes in response, but I hook my fingers underneath her thong and move my fingers along her exposed skin. “What do you need me to do, baby?”

“Spencer,” she moans. “You already know-”

I shake my head at her, moving my hands back from her core, “not the answer I’m looking for.”

“Spence,” she whimpers, looking up at me with the most needy eyes possible. I move my hands onto the sides of the bench, too stubborn to give into her...even though I want to so badly. I tilt my head to the side, waiting on her every word—more specifically waiting for the words…

She brings her lips down to my ear, “I need you to fuck me, Dr. Reid.”

“Your wish is my command.” I smile at her and immediately run my hands back under her skirt. She shifts gently, her hands coming down to my belt. We both fiddle with each other’s bottoms for a moment, lips connected, moving together. (Y/n) unbuckles my belt while I simultaneously loop my fingers under her panties pulling them down her thighs. I swiftly move my hands from between her thighs to under them lifting her up off my lap and onto the bench. She whines sadly as our kiss breaks apart, “hold on, baby.” I tell her while pushing a stray hair away from her cheeks. She puffs her lip out but stays put, I quickly pull my pants down to gather around my ankles, I reach for my boxer waistband but she stops me. Her eyes scan over me before she stands from the bench, thong falling slowly down her legs to her feet. She steps out of it and I catch the underwear before it even reaches the ground.

“Saving those for later?” She asks, cocking her head to the side. I nod eagerly before she straddles my bare legs. Her cool fingertips run along my waist band before pulling them down slowly. I buck my hips up just enough for her to move them down even further. Her hands wrap around my cock slowly, pumping it a few times as I close my eyes mumbling her name over and over. She rises on her knees as she lines herself up with me, both of us hungry for the other. Slowly, (y/n) lowers herself down onto my cock, both of us moaning at the connection. She throws her head back in pleasure and I reach up, hands wrapping around her back pulling her closer to me. I push my lips to hers as she begins to grind herself down into me.

“Fuck-”, I mumble against her mouth. “You’re so tight, baby.”

“You feel so good Spence,” she responds as she moves her mouth down to my neck. I rest my head against the cool wall as she continues to ride me effortlessly. She gains her rhythm quickly, both of us chasing our highs.

“(Y/n),” I say moving my hands up to her face. “Wait.”

“You okay?” She asks, her hips stopping immediately.

“What else was in your fantasy? What else do you want me to do?” I ask, the words fumbling out of my mouth, in between gasps.

“Spencer,” she almost laughs. “This is more than enough. Stop using your big brain,” she leans forward and presses a gentle, sweet kiss to my lips. I rest my hands on her back, lowering them under her legs, lifting her up off of me. She raises her eyebrows at me confused, “I’m not coordinated enough to lift us both.” I respond and (y/n) audibly laughs. I stand from the bench and pull her closer to me. She stands on her toes to reach my mouth and once she does I scoop my arms under her thighs as she jumps into my arms. The kiss gets heated again as I spin us around quickly, but carefully (so I don’t trip over myself and my pants around my ankles) and rest her back against the cool cement walls. The cold bricks chill her instantly as I feel goosebumps rise on her skin. I lower her down onto my cock again and (y/n) gasps at the re-entry. Her legs wrap around my back pulling me closer and balancing herself around my waist. She pulls away from our kiss and looks directly at me, “you can move i'm okay.” I nod quickly and pulse my hips up into her quickly, repeating the action over and over until a rhythm sets in for both of us. (Y/n)’s hands push off my baseball cap, letting the hat hit the floor, as she tangles her finger in my loose curls. I move my mouth from hers and trail down the side of her neck, sucking gently at the connection between her jaw and neck. My hips continue to move in and out of her at a steady pace, our moans echoing throughout the empty dugout. Together, we reach our highs…(y/n) repeating my name over and over, as I say hers back. “I’m close, Spence-” she moans into my ear and I feel her tighten around me. I kiss her hard, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth gently.

“Come on, baby,” I say against her lips. “Let go.”

“Oh fuck, Spencer—fuck, fuck,” she mutters against my neck as she climaxes. Her thighs clench around my waist, her hands clawing down my back over my shirt. “Spencer, you’re so good to me. Cum for me, Dr. Reid.”

Her words bounce off the cement walls and hit me like a ton of bricks. With one more thrust, I release into her my legs trembling. (Y/n) slowly moves her legs down from my waist, as I lower her to the ground. My arms still linger around her back, as I pull out one final time. She stands on her unstable legs, leaning against the wall of the dugout, my hands resting on the wall aside her face. My head hangs in her face, curls falling down in front of my eyes as I try to steady my breathing.

“I’m impressed,” (y/n) comments, pushing my head up to meet her eyeline. “You didn’t trip over yourself and you held me up? The entire time?” She chuckles and a smile pulls at my lips. “My boyfriend is so strong and,”  she reaches down to the floor picking up my baseball cap, placing it on my head, flicking the visor. “Athletic.”

“I’m coordinated when I need to be, especially for you,” I smile at her. “But athletic, not so much.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” she says, squatting down pulling up my boxers and pants. My hands still rest on the wall, head bowed, breath hitching as she works to redress me. She latches the belt around my waist and peers up at me, “I can confidently say, fantasy fulfilled.”

“Yeah?” I ask as she pulls my hands down from the wall, placing them on her hips.

“Yes, Spencer,” she stands on her toes and kisses my forehead. “Thank you.”

—

I raise my hand to Garcia’s front door, knocking twice before the door swings open.

“Spencer! (Y/n)!” Emily smiles and pulls us into a group hug. “Drinks are over there, still waiting on Hotch and JJ!”

“Practice went well?” Garcia asks while grabbing a chip from the bowl.

“Yeah, Spence is definitely improving.” (Y/n) smiles, leaning in against my arm.

“Come,” Emily reaches for (y/n)’s hands. “Let me make you a drink!” (Y/n) laughs and follows Prentiss across the room into the kitchen. Her, Emily, and Penelope laugh while mixing a drink by the counter. I look on from the other side of the room and run my hands through my hair, trying my best to fix it.

“So,” Morgan clasps a hand on my shoulder. “You found your motivation, huh, Kid?”

“Yeah, guess you could say that,” I say, giving him a coy smile.  

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so, the weather??? HAHA anyways friends I hope you enjoyed my first Spencer NSFW/18+ writing....had to get it out of my system ;) 

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stay safe and wear a mask! -m

[ameliora-j]

traitor // tn x reader

words: 1k

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, theo’s an ass tbh

a/n: this isn’t proofread but nothing i post ever is so 🤩

you and theo had been together for nearly three years. apparently, you meant nothing to him though. you weren’t dumb… you knew what he was doing. talking to other girls and telling them the same things he told you. but you kept quiet to keep him. theo was always talking to another girl, but you were the one that ended up in his bed by nightfall, so you were okay with it. sure, you knew it was wrong, but you let it go because you were in love. at least you thought you were.

you and theo were fizzling out. he could feel it just as much as you could. no matter how hard you tried to fight, you couldn’t keep his attention. sticking around wasn’t doing anything but hurting you. so finally, you ended it. after three years of back and forth and toxicity and what you believed was love… it hurt more than you could fathom. especially when you saw who he had moved on with. pansy parkinson. the girl who you were constantly told not to worry about. theo’s “best friend.”

it had now been two weeks and you sat at the yh table with a sour look on your face as you angrily stabbed at your carrots with your fork. you stared daggers into pansy parkinson who was currently rested comfortably underneath theo’s arm. “stupid parkinson,” you grumbled under your breath as you stood from the table and stormed out of the great hall. as you raced down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew without turning around that it was theo. “go away theodore!” you called behind you.

“no yn. what’s wrong? it’s been weeks since i’ve seen you and now that i do you're storming out of the great hall. where have you been?” he demanded.

“where have i BEEN?! theo are you fucking kidding me?!” theo looked offended at your tone. “are you seriously joking theodore?” you deadpanned.

“what? what did i do yn? tell me what happened,” he exclaimed.

“you’re a fucking traitor!” you shouted.

“how?!” he shouted incredulously.

“oh pansy’s your ‘best friend’ huh? good one theo. you know, i almost believed you and your bullshit little lie. fuck you,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i hate you so fucking much,” you shook your head.

“what are you talking about…?” the look on theo’s face was one of genuine bewilderment, which did nothing but piss you off more.

“you betrayed me!” you yelled.

“i did not!” he yelled back.

“then what’s pansy parkinson huh?! fucking cheater!” you yelled.

“i didn’t cheat on you!” he defended quickly.

“maybe you didn’t… but you talked to her when we were together,” you told him. you wiped your eyes.

“so what? we weren’t exclusive!” he defended as he crossed his arms.

“no, but you gave me your word! but i guess that didn’t matter, did it? cus you’re nothing but a fucking cheater,” you rolled your waterlogged lashes as you roughly shoved his chest.

“i didn’t cheat on you stop saying that!” he shouted. “i would never do that to you yn. you or anyone else. i’m not like that,” he shook his head.

“i just think it’s funny that you ran to her the second that we broke up. you told me you two were friends theodore, but from where i’m standing? it sure as hell doesn’t look like it…” you ran a hand through your hair as you stood defensively across from him. “i’ve never hated someone as much as i hate you. you fucking traitor!” you shouted.

“yn, i am sorry please believe me,” he begged.

“no you aren’t,” you shook your head. “i know for a fact that you’ll never feel sorry for the way that i hurt,” at that moment, pansy parkinson walked out of the great hall.

“what’s happening?” she asked nervously.

“oh look. the star of the fucking hour pansy parkinson ladies and gentleman. theo’s ‘best friend,’” you spat with as much venom as you could muster, putting the word in air quotes. “the girl he cheated on me with,” you sniffeled.

“for the last time, yn i did not cheat on you! please!” he shouted.

“no! you just talked to her when we were together. i loved you when you were at your worst but that didn’t matter to you. two weeks theo! two weeks for you to go and fucking date her. so maybe you didn’t cheat… but you’re still a fucking traitor,” you sniffled.

“yn i don’t know what to say,” he spoke.

“you don’t have to say anything theo. your actions have said it all,” you wiped harshly at your eyes again.

“you have to believe me when i tell you i didn’t mean to hurt you like this. we can work it out. please we can still be friends,” he begged.

“no theo… we can’t. i wish you would’ve thought this through before you made me fall in love with you,” you bit your lip as you finally admit it.

“you… you love me?” he whispered. “yn i l-“ you shook your head as you cut him off.

“don’t… don’t say that because you don’t mean it. if that were true then there’s just no damn way that you would fall in love with somebody else that quickly. just do me a favor, yeah?” you asked. his eyebrows raised slightly in hope. you pointed to pansy as you spoke, “when she’s sleeping in the bed we made don’t you dare forget about the way you betrayed me,” you roughly poked his chest.

“i know… and i’m so sorry for the way you’re hurting right now,” he whispered as he set his hands on your waist.

“no you’re not,” you laughed bitterly as you turned to walk away. “and you never will be.” you ran a hand through your hair as you walked away from him.

now you had to watch him. as he brought her around everywhere with him. and showed her off like she sas some trophy or something. you’ll never stop wishing that he didn’t think before making you fall in love with him. before betraying you. before breaking your heart. like a fucking traitor.

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[blueathens]

When You Marry

Summary: A small collection of moments between two childhood lovers that marry one another.

Song: Marry You by Bruno Mars Quote: “I still remember the punch.”

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽//𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽//𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽//𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽//𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Main Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

His hand held hers across the candlelit dinner, red and white tablecloth covered the oaky table and two bowls of spaghetti bolognaise sat in front of either one with garlic bread in the middle, and red wine in a two tall glasses next to their meal.

His thumb stroked over her hand, going over every detail he knew off by heart with his thumb, following every line of where a scar was from childhood injuries. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the light scar on the tip of her index finger, the exact scar she got when they were children from trying to prove to her dad that she could build a slide only for the nail to jump out and scrap her finger.

He will ask her if she remembers their proposal.

And flashes of the unforgettable night of a simple cuddle with him muttering for her to marry him, he was just looking at her all soft and cuddly in that moment and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer, he couldn’t wait until they went on holiday, so he asked her, and she replied with a snort and mumbled a “you’re tired.” So he ran upstairs, into the top drawer where he keeps his socks, on the right side was a mountain of rolled up socks, and under there was a deep red box holding the engagement ring he brought over a two years ago. He ran down, fell on one knee, took her hand in his and asked her again.

And she could respond with a positive yes to both questions as she smiled at her fiancé.

“We could have that movie room you always wanted.” Ben told you happily as he swung their hands back and forth as they walked across a beach in Cromwell. “It will have posters of your favourite movies, and a big screen with many seats in front of it, perfect for any type of movie night rather its with us, friends or family. Oh, we’re gonna need a loveseat in that room for me and you,” he turned his head to cheekily wink at Y/n, “and not just for cuddles.”

Y/n slapped him on the chest playfully as she wrapped her other arm round the arm that had the hand holding hers, she leaned onto it as he kissed the top of her head.

“Our bedroom will have a feature wall,” he muttered as he rested his head against hers, muttering dreams of their future house that they’ll be moving into after their honeymoon. “And we’re gonna have many plants in the house to give it life.”

“Don’t forget a piano.” Y/n reminded him, kissing his arm softly before resting against it again.

“How could I forget the piano, gorgeous.” He smiled gently. “A massive bed for me and you for so many reasons.” She squeezed his arm. “And spare bedrooms for guest and empty bedrooms for future children and-”

“You want my children?”

“Who’s else children am I going to have, silly?” He teased. “Maybe you’re right, maybe I should have my kids with Jack.”

“They’ll be beautiful.” She joked.

“Not as beautiful as ours.” He flirted back. “You’ve always been my dream girl, the one I want to marry and have kids with, I be stupid to think otherwise.”

His lips would move up her hand, brushing his lips against the knuckles that punched Liam McCall out, the kid that was always trying to cause fights with Ben and his mates, and the guy who would always try and get with Y/n.

“I still remember the punch.” He would tell her.

“Should have been a boxer.” She grinned. “Then I could forever protect my man.”

His face would blush under the candlelight, features highlighting more clearer as ever and all she could do was stare at him in awe, questioning how she could be so lucky to get a man like him, a man that was so gentleman like, so gorgeous, so perfect. Every day she thanks the heavens for giving her a man like him.

“I wouldn’t want to be protected by anyone else.”

Photos of the two happily married couple played in the background as they danced to their first dance of being a married couple. Photos of them growing up and falling in love.

A photo of Ben falling for her first was even there – he fell first.

His hands brushed against her baby-fat cheeks, still having them at the age of 13, but he found it cute as it was like she was this adorable thing he could keep forever. He brushed strands of her out of her face before wiping away the fallen tears from the grief she was feeling.

“I look so bad when I cry.”

“No you don’t. You’re still beautiful even when you cry.”

Y/n’s brother was kind enough to remind the wedded couple of the bike incident they face with Ms Lions across the street, and how they had to do chores for her for two weeks from how furious she was.

Ben’s mother was nice enough to remind them of how she caught their first kiss on video – displaying the awkwardness of two 16-year-old sharing their first kiss together. Not knowing how soft or how hard to kiss one another, or how quick or slow, or where they hands went, but in the end it was a weird but special kiss that ended way to quickly for the 16-year-olds but they both said goodbye with smiles and flushed cheeks and Y/n walked into her house that was opposite his and when her front door closed shut, young Ben jumped with joy, fist-bumping the night sky as he did his own celebration, not realising it was all caught on tape.

His lips would then move to kiss her palm before he moved away and allowed his other hand to trace the lines of her palm.

“What are you doing, handsome?” She would ask him curiously.

“I’m seeing your future.” He responded immediately; brows were knitting together as a smile made its way onto his face.

“And what do you see?”

“Us.”

[katberk]

Headcannons for a Deaf Reader Part 2

💚Dream💚

💚This man would already know a lot of sign language

💚’Asking’ you if you need anything before he streams/records a video

💚He doesn’t mind if you hang out in his room with him (no face cam=cuddles)

💚Tea kettle laugh is definitely a must so once again your dream is to hear that laugh (I mean like who doesn’t!)

💚Getting into fights he sometimes forgets to sign, also when he does it’s probably to fast to even comprehend

💚George and Sapnap being the absolute best people

💚Drista days! (She really cares about you and you teach her sign everyday for a class)

💚Drista thinks that you’re the best thing to happen to her brother

💚Cuddles and snuggles and just soft Dream

💚Protecting you no matter what

💚Kisses before and after long streams (he lets you sit on his lap though so...A LOT OF KISSES FROM THIS MAN)

💚Patches always on your lap

💚Dream doesn’t really see any problem with signing all the time! He actually thinks it’s pretty fun

💚Thank god you can’t hear him scream at the top of his lungs when something doesn’t go his way

💚Kinda on the idea for you to participate in the war

💚Calming him down when he gets accused for staging his videos

💚This man is Robin hood! Stealing your heart the first time you two made eye contact

💚’Why do you think I’m Robin hood?!’

💚’Because you stole my heart! You’re the thief that I fell in love with silly!’

💚Love him like he loves you

💙GeorgeNotFound💙

💙This man is SUPER soft for you

💙Sleepy cuddles all day

💙Rarely fight with each other

💙If you do fight it’ll be for petty reasons

💙Like Dream he probably knows a lot of sign already, but he needs a refresher

💙His voice is already soft so hopefully one day you’ll be able to hear his voice

💙’I love you’s’ back and forth

💙Sometimes he gets confused with some stuff you teach him so it’s a pretty slow ‘class’

💙He talks to you about his colorblindness while you explain more about being deaf

💙quite mornings

💙He’s your little magic boy

💙Building that little mushroom house with you while the war was ablaze definitely happened

💙You guys probably argued a lot over which wood to use or where an item should go

💙He lost after you slammed yourself on him and started squeezing him to death

💙’I believe we should have dark oak Y/N!’

💙’I think spruce would look a lot better!’

💙’Spruce?! Are you insane!’

💙’Yes Gogy....now drop the dark oak planks’

💙”Help chat....please”

💙You won btw

♥️Sapnap♥️

♥️I can see Sapnap over exaggerating his hand movements

♥️Hugs and soft pecks on stream (If the relationship is out)

♥️During fights his hand movements definitely do something

♥️Apologizes super fast (comprehending it is again super difficult)

♥️I can see him brag to everyone about you (he’s just that kind of man)

♥️You want cuddles now?! Well grab those blankets and pillows because he’s gonna probably kill you with love

♥️Dream is to definitely hear this man’s voice (I don’t really have to explain why)

♥️Is he your knight in shinning amour?! YES

♥️Doesn’t care if you’re deaf or not

♥️Lilly would always be on your lap purring so you would feel the vibrations

♥️The man is soft, but strong

♥️He’ll protect you with his life

♥️Again kinda glad you can’t hear him scream in fear/anger when he’s doing a video/stream

♥️Everyone gets hate so comforting each other is very important in this relationship (I don’t understand why people hate on Sapnap?!)

♥️Sometimes he forgets that your deaf and whispers “I love you” or “good morning/good-night” (😂🥰)

♥️Jokes all around

♥️Shows you around the SMP with signs (yes, he would do that)

♥️*Welcome to the SMP Y/N*

♥️’Why are you writing on a sign?!’

♥️*I don’t wanna take my hands off the keyboard*

🌼Wilbur Soot🌼

🌼Already knows sign language

🌼 Still asks you to teach him

🌼Makes you feel his guitar when he plays so you can feel the vibrations

🌼Nice streams with jokes and laughs

🌼Definitely dreams to hear his singing

🌼Calm days

🌼Singing on stream

🌼Tommy being annoying to both of you

🌼Making a cute house where both of you would live with signs that have quotes

🌼Having a great time ‘talking to you’

🌼Walks on the beach where he describes the sounds to you 🥺

🌼Sad that you can’t hear music

🌼SOFT BOY

🌼Tries to make you as comfortable as he can

🌼You guys don’t really get into fights, but when you do it’s pretty hard (Don’t worry though)

🌼Glad to learn about this disability so he can help and understand more

🌼I can imagine you putting your fingers on his throat to feel the vibrations (closest thing to this man’s BEAUTIFUL voice)

🌼’What are you doing?!’

🌼‘’Listening’ to music’

🌼”Smart Y/N....smart”

💜Quackity💜

💜He’s pretty decent at sign

💜You can’t stop me from thinking that he’ll ask for you to sign bad words for him 🥺

💜I see him joking about it, but not to the extent of being hurtful

💜Chat loving you and believing that you two being together would be the end of the world

💜Chaos

💜Just like Wilbur I can see him putting your hand on his guitar to feel the vibrations

💜Fights would probably have one person speaking angry Spanish and the other doing some angry sign language (😂)

💜His laugh, voice, singing! (I would miss this so much)

💜Karl being your best friend (Karl is just so wholesome)

💜Watching Mexican Soap Operas

💜Him translating for his chat and signing to you at the same time (stupid sub titles)

💜Always seen with him and vice versa

💜Jackbox is chaotic (All of his videos with him are chaotic)

💜When you guys are together in Minecraft....no one’s safe

💜Late night talks

💜He believes that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him

💜”Yo Mamacita!”

💜’You said something?!’

💜’oops! Sorry, no’

💜ME PERDONAS

Hope you guys enjoy! This took awhile lol



[crowsmybeloveds]

Shadow and Bone Series: Chapter Six

Bag of Bones

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Summary: Y/N opens up more to Jesper about her past with Pekka Rollins, which has some unforeseen consequences.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Past (physical, emotional, sexual) abuse; Drug use; canon typical violence; roofies; Pekka Rollins; the Menagerie

A/N: dear lord there is so much going on in this one idk where to start... but thank you guys again for reading ❤️❤️❤️ also I think there’s one more chapter before the rewrite but don’t quote me on that

Masterlist

When Y/N and Inej arrived at the Slat (after getting muffins, of course), Kaz was there waiting.

“It went well, I suppose?” Kaz looked at them expectantly.

Inej spoke up quickly, “You didn’t tell me she was going to kill him, Kaz.”

Kaz made eye contact with her, and spoke to Y/N. “So, you did it?”

“Of course,” Y/N replied, “I left the other alive. He’ll make sure the message is sent.”

“Good,” Kaz nodded, before pointing upstairs, “Go find Jesper, he’s been annoying me all evening about when you might come back.”

Y/N said no more, going up the stairs to Jesper’s room. When she reached the door, she could feel the nervous energy coming from inside. His light was on, and she could hear a light tapping sound. She knocked on the door.

“Jesper?” She called as she cracked the door open. He was sitting on his cot, anxiously bouncing his foot and fiddling with his pearl-handled revolvers.

He looked up at her, noticeably relaxing when he realized she was okay. He got up and walked over to her, his hands on her shoulders, giving her a once over. He noticed blood on her face, arms, and the back of her head from her brief fight with the man she had left unconscious.

“Oh, darling, what did they do to you?” His voice was sad, worried.

“You should see the other guy,” She joked, a desperate attempt to make him smile. It didn’t work.

“Kaz said you shouldn’t get hurt on this job,” he shook his head. “And it would be ridiculous to worry.”

Y/N shrugged. “I went in too early. It’s my fault.”

“Why would you do that?”

She bit her tongue. Because that man said he took pleasure in conning you, so I took pleasure in killing him. “Rookie mistake, I guess.”

“Okay,” he responded, nodding his head excessively, trying to think through what to do next. Suddenly, he pushed her toward his cot and then moved toward the door. “Um, you sit your pretty self here, and I’m going to go get some bandages.”

Y/N frowned. “You don’t have to —“

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Don’t fight me on this. Stay there.” He brought two fingers to his eyes to make an ‘I’m watching you’ signal, and then he was out the door.

When he came back, he had a few bottles and enough bandages to fix up every member of the Dregs.

“I never took you for a medik, country boy.” She laughed as he sat down next to her.

He shook his head with a small smile. I’d be anything you needed me to be, Y/N. “Let me see your arm.” He lifted up her hand so he could see the back of her upper arm, which was bloody and red. “Saints, what happened?”

“Oh, I killed one of them, as you do,” She took a large breath. His worried eyes and gentle touch made the air heavy enough that she felt like gasping. “And the other one got mad. Pushed me into a brick wall.”

He looked back at her face, jaw clenching. His seriousness made her nervous. Normally, he had a joke even in situations that really didn’t call for one. Now he was way too serious for the situation at hand. What was going on?

He was trying to clear his thoughts, but it was difficult. Even the slightest injury on her made him want to go ballistic, even if she had proved that she could handle herself. Jesper had always loved risk and danger, but he never wanted it to involve her.

Y/N noticed, and it made guilt fill her stomach. She could practically see his mind spinning at a mile a minute, and not in the way it normally did. Normally, the two would be sending jokes back and forth at record speed, now it was still and silent. Both of them felt uneasy and tense.

“Hey,” she placed her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her, “I’m okay. Relax.”

He nodded, turning back to her arm and picking up a bottle. “Right. I know. I just don’t like this.” He covered a rag in the liquid and moved it toward her arm. “This is going to sting.”

She hissed as he placed it on the wound. He worked quickly, bandaging her arm and moving to work on the back of her head. This one hurt much more, and tears sprung in her eyes as he worked. He was pulling a piece of rubble from the bricks out of her hair when he heard her whimper.

He flinched at the sound, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry, petal. I have to keep going.”

He finished with her hair and moved to clean the blood off of her face. They both knew that she could handle doing so on her own, but they didn’t say anything. She got lost in his gray eyes as he worked, and he looked more focused than he ever had in the time she knew him.

When he finished he sat down next to her on the cot, taking a deep breath. “Done.”

She noticed his hands twitching again and placed her hand in his, letting him play with her fingers to relieve his anxiety. He rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his normal pattern. Y/N frowned at him, concerned.

“I’m sorry I made you so worried, Jes.”

“It’s not your fault,” He replied, sighing. “It just makes me nervous when you have to use your Grisha abilities in public. I know it’s dangerous for us out there.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Us?”

“Forget it.”

“No, Jesper, why aren’t you safe? What’s wrong?” Y/N sat up straighter, panicking.

Jesper swallowed. As much as he knew he should lie, he didn’t want to. He trusted her.

But he was worried about how she would react. He knew she wouldn’t have any prejudice against Grisha, seeing as she was one, but his past was always telling him to be ashamed. In all honesty, his powers had always terrified him, ever since he’d been told not to use them. It wasn’t just the strength that he carried when compared to his father, it was the idea that he should be doing something different, or be someone different. Maybe he was meant to be a soldier, like so many of the Grisha around him. What was he doing there, then? Disappointing people and playing card games? He had been hiding his powers from most of the people he knew for so long. Why say something now?

Despite all his anxieties, he told her. “I’m Grisha.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “No.”

He looked back at her. “Yes.”

She sat up straight and smiled. “No way!” She shoved him playfully. “What kind?”

“A Durast.” He replied, feeling less anxious.

“Saints, we are both Fabrikators!” Y/N grabbed him by his shoulders. “That’s sick!”

He smiled back at her, but it was a small one. Even if she approved of him, it didn’t mean she should. He wanted to say that he was like her, able to use his powers despite not going to the Little Palace. Instead, he was just a confused boy who could barely bend a piece of metal.

“I’m not,” He shook his head, thinking, “I can’t really do much of anything.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t really want to learn either.” She told him, leaning forward to force him to look in her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“My dad didn’t want me using my powers,” Jesper spoke, feeling as if his throat was closing in. “My mom, um, she— my mom was,” He couldn’t get the words out and tears were filling his eyes.

“You don’t have to, I get it.” She interrupted, realizing it was a tough topic for him to talk about.

They sat back against the wall, Y/N holding onto Jespers arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. He thought she was too focused on playing with his rings to see the way he was looking down at her. His being a Grisha was something that had messed with him his whole life, but she had been able to calm him down about it in less than thirty minutes. It is getting harder every minute to keep myself from loving her.

Y/N was trying not to focus on the crush that she had on him. She still hadn’t forgotten the date he had gone on not long ago. She didn’t think that he wanted her. He had no reason to. So, she messed around with his rings, pretending she was more interested in the gems on them than the fact that she could feel his eyes on her. Eventually it stopped working, and it became overwhelming.

She sat up quickly and he held himself back from cringing at the loss. “What if we went and got some food, country boy?”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“And?”

Saints, I fucking love her. “They have really good sandwiches at this one place in Little Ravka.”

“Perfect.”

An hour later they sat at a small metal table outside a restaurant in Little Ravka, watching the small boats go through the canal.

“Ok, love, how’s the sandwich?” Jesper asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s really good.”

“Just really good, huh?” He teased. “Not the best sandwich you’ve ever had?”

She shook her head. “No, it is.”

“Liar.”

She looked up at him, rolling her eyes. “It’s good, Jesper. An amazing recommendation! You are truly the best sandwich connoisseur in all of Kerch! Need I praise you further?”

“Maybe just one more?” He smirked, picking his sandwich up again.

“Fuck off.”

They continued to joke as they ate their sandwiches. The anxiety of the night finally started to shed off of them as they enjoyed their meals. It was moments like these where they both felt so content with each other’s presence that their minds couldn’t find a way to ruin it. There wasn’t any dread or feeling that one wasn’t good enough for the other. Just longing glances and stupid jokes. A pair of crushing idiots.

As they walked along the canal on their route home, the sun was rising, and Jesper found himself more focused on the light reflecting on Y/N’s hair than the conversation they were having.

“...I wanted to be one so much.” She sighed, looking at the water. “It would be so much cooler to drown people to death than to drug them. Maybe that’s just me.”

Jesper tried to put together a response from the bits and pieces of her story that he had caught. “I can’t see you as a Tidemaker, although I’d imagine you’d still be your gorgeous self.”

She looked away to make sure he didn’t see the flustered look on her face from his flirting. Saints, does he ever stop? “Or, and I know it’s childish, but I bet, if I was a Squaller, I could figure out how to fly.”

He laughed. “I don’t think anyone has.”

“Well, I’m not just anyone.” She replied with a fake tone of anger in her voice.

His eyes lingered on her face. “No, I suppose you’re not.”

She tried to pretend she didn’t notice, but his flirting was becoming unbearable. How was this the same man who abandoned her for a date less than a week ago?

“Could you imagine if I could fly, though?” She tried to distract herself from her anxiety over him by ranting, as she usually did. “I could get such a good view of everything, and I’m sure Kaz would find a use for it. I could go anywhere, no fees or anything. Who is going to put a toll on the sky?”

Jesper smiled at her. He loved the way she looked when she ranted about something she was passionate about, even if they both knew it was stupid. He didn’t really care. He just wanted her to be happy. Saints, there was a heavy gold music machine in the Slat to prove it.

She kept going, pointing up at the sky to a bird overhead. “I’d be like a bird, just how they always called me.”

Y/N hadn’t meant to dampen the mood with what she had said, but Jesper stiffened at her words anyway. She had been referring to the men at the Emerald Palace. Specifically, Pekka Rollins, who called her a canary. Jesper remembered his words when Inej had first told him about the title. Of course Pekka would give her a creepy nickname. At the time, it had seemed like a joke. Now, seeing how every single aspect of that place had affected her in one way or the other made him feel sick to his stomach. He’d sell his revolvers and never play a hand of cards again if it meant he could go back in time and save her from her past.

“Why did he call you that?” He blurted, not even thinking.

She tilted her head. “Canary?”

A silence washed over them. Panic raised in Jesper’s throat like bile. “I shouldn’t have asked you that. You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry.”

She shushed him. “No, no. It’s fine. It was weird.” She gulped and grabbed his hand, fiddling with his rings as they walked. “Warrants a question or two I think.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concern in his eyes.

She nodded. “He called me that because I was his song bird. He’d tell me what to do and say I’d repeat it without a second thought. He gave me a song and I sang it.” She sighed, looking out at the water, feeling nervous. It’s just Jesper. He’s not going to treat you any different. “It’s pathetic, but I thought it was like a pet name, you know? Like, he told me he loved me and I was fucking grasping for it. Embarrassing.”

She tried to play it off like it was a joke. One of those stories that was a little bit embarrassing but you knew you’d laugh about it in the future. They both had a habit of reducing things down into something from a comedy, even when it should be a tragedy. When it should be something that would land them in a mental institution for the rest of their days. But because they both used humor as a way to deflect, they saw through each other’s bullshit like it was a piece of glass.

He knew the things she spoke about were hurting her, but she didn’t want to seem like she was weak enough to still be fazed by it. But he was. Pekka told her he loved her. After everything he did to her, he turned around and told her it was love. I’m going to kill him.

He tried not to show his anger in his voice as he spoke up. “He told you he loved you?”

Y/N nodded. “All the time. I don’t believe it now, of course, but at the time it was kind of comforting.”

“What?” His eyes bored into her, holding on to every word she said.

She picked at her fingernails, realizing that she wasn’t going to be able to laugh this one off. The conversation was beginning to feel too vulnerable for her liking, but for the first time, she decided not to run from it. Jesper is there for me. He’s not going to tell anyone, he just wants to know because he cares. “It was comforting, to feel loved. Even if it was…” she took a deep, shaking breath. “...The way it was.”

They had started to turn from the harbor into the city, passing more and more gaudy stands and sinful institutions as they got closer and closer to home in the Barrel.

Jesper had gone silent at Y/N’s last words, and it was killing her. She had thought that he wouldn’t judge her, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to curse her out for being a whore, or helping the enemy. Maybe, he finally got the information he needed and now she was going to go back to her stark basement.

He hadn’t really been quiet for that long. Maybe a few seconds. But to her, it felt like hours. The sky was getting darker and she felt a familiar fear rise up in her stomach. The fear that she wasn’t keeping good company. The fear that she had trusted the wrong man. Again.

“That’s not,” Jesper breathed his words out, still not fully understanding how to form them. His hands twitched toward his revolvers, longing to shoot something. “That’s not okay, love.”

Her heart dropped. “Sorry?”

“You don’t deserve that.” He said, his voice firm. “That’s not what love is, petal.”

He was trying to help her, show her that he cared, but his tone of voice and the words he used made her cringe. It reminded her of men who loved her because of the things she didn’t know. Men who took a liking to her innocence like it was their favorite ice cream topping. Something that could be taken off, abused, manipulated, indulged in. She got angry at the thought of Jesper treating her the same way. Of course I know that’s not what love is. I’m not a child. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Acting like I’m weak all of the time.”

His brows furrowed. “I don’t —“

“Then what is this?” She stopped suddenly, moving into an empty alley and placing a hand on her forehead as she spoke, “The flirting, and the pet names, and the patching up the tiniest scratches like I’m something so precious.”

Jesper threw his hands up in the air. “You are!”

“Why can’t you accept that I am not the perfect girl you think I am, Jes?” Her voice cracked. Most of the anger was gone, replaced with desperation. “I have killed so many people. I have seduced men into ruining their own lives. I am so fucked that I thought I was in love with Pekka fucking Rollins. What about me is untainted? Why are you begging and screaming for me to be so pure when I am obviously not?”

“I don’t understand why this has you upset, dove.” He looked at her with pitiful eyes, reaching toward her.

She pushed his arm away. “You are grasping at my innocence like it is something you require of me. It’s suffocating.”

He still wasn’t sure where this argument stemmed from, but he knew it ran deeper than him. She had an inherent distrust of people ever since he had met her, and he knew her trust of him was too good to be true. It still made his chest hurt.

He tentatively moved to hold her face in his hands. She shuddered at first, but after a few seconds she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, grasping tightly onto his arms.

“I don’t need you to be anything, Y/N.” Jesper softly reassured her. “You’re already everything.”

She opened her eyes and looked into his, looking for some sign of deception or contempt. There was none to be found. His eyes held so much adoration she swore she could faint. She didn’t want this. She wanted more. “You said I don’t deserve whatever Pekka Rollins gave me.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “What do I deserve, then?”

She knew it was childish to ask. To try and force him to admit feelings that she wasn’t even sure he had. But she needed to know. Was he there out of obligation? Pity? Friendship? What was keeping him from leaving her there, and treating her like every other member of the Dregs? She needed the answer, even if it might hurt.

Jesper had always suffered from an excess of energy, but now he felt like he was reaching a boiling point. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and tell her that he wanted her more than anything in the entire world. But she deserved sunshine, candies, luxury, and everything sweet and good in the world. And all he could give her was the miserable life she was living now.

What do I deserve, then? Her words rang through his head and he struggled to contain himself. He took a deep breath, reeling himself in. He had known the answer to her question for a while. “Better, Y/N. You deserve better.”

She backed away, her disappointment rising to the surface. He doesn’t want you. You got the answer you wanted. “I appreciate it.”

She was gone before he could even register her leaving.

Jesper walked up the stairs of the Slat, thinking. His mind was at war with itself. That was your chance to be with her, fucking idiot! One side argued. The other half fought back. She doesn’t want me! Despite the divide there was one thought looming over all of the others. I want to kill Pekka Rollins.

He had been angry with the man ever since Inej had told him about Y/N in the alley months ago, but now it was a pure, hateful rage. She could barely express herself to anyone without feeling attacked and now he saw the reason why. She’d been taught that love was painful and difficult in ways unimaginable. Of course she was struggling to be happy. She had been lied to about everything she’d ever experienced, and everything she did felt wrong because of it.

He hadn’t realized where he was headed until he got there. He wasn’t at his bedroom, a coffee shop, or even a gambling den. He was outside of Kaz Brekker’s office. Would it be ridiculous to go in? To confide in Kaz Brekker? Jesper found that Kaz was his best friend, almost a brother, even if it was silly to look at the Bastard of the Barrel that way. He supposed that was one of the things that brought the crows together: having an attachment to one of the deadliest men they had ever met.

Whether it was stupid or not, Jesper knocked and then pushed himself into the room, itching to rant to Kaz about his conflicting night.

Nearby in Inej’s room, Y/N had flopped herself onto a small cot.

“So basically he doesn’t love me and I’m never going to be happy. The end!” Y/N had just finished recounting the night to her best friend, who sat there with wide eyes. She had kept out the part about her “love” with Pekka Rollins. She doubted she’d ever be able to talk about that with anyone again.

“He said you deserve better!” Inej tried to make her feel better. “Not that he doesn’t love you.”

“But he had the perfect opportunity to say he wanted me and he didn’t go for it.” Y/N put a pillow over her face, her tone whiny and childish.

“But that doesn’t mean —“

“Inej, let me wallow.” She took the pillow off her face, glaring jokingly at her friend. “I need it.”

Inej looked at her, concerned, but with a small amused smile on her face. “It seems like you have had a long night where you killed a man and then went out for muffins and then instead of sleeping you went out for sandwiches with your crush—“

Y/N sat up. “And then he was trying to be nice to me and I got defensive and lashed out at him and then tried to get him to confess his love for me that doesn’t exist.” She stared at the wall. “I know the whole story, Inej, it was like an hour ago.”

“What I’m trying to say is maybe you deserve a nap.”

“To hell with what I deserve!” Y/N sighed. “If I hear that word one more time tonight I could throw up. I mean it.”

“Fine, then you need a good nap.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at Inej, then opted to ignore her. “And you know what the worst part is?”

Inej struggled to hold in a laugh. “No, enlighten me.”

“He is so attractive.” She placed her palms over her eyes, groaning. “Like, the whole gun thing? I can barely stand it.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am!” Y/N replied, shaking her head, eyebrows knitted in anxiety. “The other day I saw him shoot this guy on a horse perfectly right between the eyes, and it was foggy. I almost passed out.”

Inej tilted her head at her friend, now openly giggling, remembering a conversation she had with Jesper a few days prior.

Inej, I swear to all the Saints if she had knocked out one more of those guards I would have married her on the spot. He’d told her, eyes lovesick as they walked back from a job.

Why don’t you tell her that? Inej smiled at him, enjoying seeing her friend so happy about someone. But she saw a wave of anxiety wash over him at her words, and decided not to press further when he shook his head.

Now, she was practically having the same conversation with the girl in question. Inej smirked to herself, thinking. This is getting unbelievable.

Still, she couldn’t tell anyone about any crushes that she may or may not have known about. She responded to Y/N’s fawning. “What is it about you and being attracted to violence? Should I be concerned?”

“Are you being serious?” Y/N asked her, her smile growing and her eyes widening. When Inej shrugged, she continued. “Hmm, let me think.” She placed a hand to her chin, tapping her finger. “Who else in this room has the exact same problem?” She spoke sarcastically, giving an exaggerated shrug.

Inej immediately got flustered. “Y/N, do not —“

“Oh!” Y/N pointed a finger at her friend. “It’s you! You are the woman attracted to the deadliest man in the Barrel! Not me!”

“Saints help me.” Inej put her head in her hands, hiding her embarrassment.

“Oh how the tables have turned!” Y/N smiled, all too happy to be teasing her friend again. “I’m just kidding, Inej. Would a muffin make you feel better?”

“We got muffins like six hours ago.”

“Right,” Y/N looked to the side, thinking. “What should we do, then?”

“I think you should go and talk to Jesper now that you are more clear headed.” Inej advised, always full of good advice. “Maybe this time you won’t yell at him.”

Y/N looked back at her with a doubtful expression. There are so many things I could do instead. She could have gone back out to the harbor, gotten more sandwiches, or muffins, or both, she could take that nap she so desperately needed, or she could lie and say she’s taking a nap and then get some of the jurda she was itching for. So many options that did not include another interaction with Jesper Fahey.

But despite the anxiety their fight gave her and the certainty that he did not love her the way she would like, she still craved his presence. She needed him even more than she needed the jurda she imagined sitting in her desk drawer in her room, waiting for her.

After some more reassurance from Inej, she walked out of the room to go and look for Jesper.

Kaz Brekker found her before she reached the first stair. Correction, Dirtyhands did. He stopped her movements by whipping his cane to block her path, causing her to look up at him.

“My office,” He demanded, turning away to lead her there. “Now.”

His tone of voice sent chills down her spine. She had heard stories of the ruthlessness of Kaz Brekker that had earned him his reputation and (in her opinion) way too many nicknames, but she had never experienced his wrath first hand. Every bone in her body shook as she sat down across from his desk in his office, wondering what she had done to upset him.

She did what she always did when nervous. Talk. “Boss, did I kill the wrong Razorgull, or did I kill him wrong? Either way one of them is dead and they know it’s because of you so —“

“How long have you been in love with Pekka Rollins?” He interrupted her. When she looked up she saw him leaning over his desk that he stood behind, his hands on the table. The way he stood when he was interrogating someone.

The mention of Pekka Rollins’s name caused her to shut her eyes closed and hold back memories. She could get through discussion of the man just fine when she knew it was coming, but when it was thrown upon her, especially in such a threatening manner, it was harder to handle.

After the initial shock of hearing the name, she had something entirely different sending her mind reeling. Did Kaz just ask about her loving Pekka Rollins, or was she dreaming? That was something she kept to herself for the most part. It was something that toyed with her, gave her nightmares, and made her feel like an idiot. She hadn’t told anyone for a reason.

No, she hadn’t told anyone except for Jesper.

Jesper told him. Betrayal and anger surged forward as she blinked tears from her eyes. I told Jesper one of the worst things about me and he ran to tell our boss an hour later.

She didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t. Kaz was less than thrilled.

“You are,” He spoke, “in love with him, correct?”

Her back straightened. “No, boss, I don’t —“

“When do you have the time to go and see him, Y/N?” He asked, and she could practically see darkness traveling behind his eyes. “What information is there to be taken from your position in the Dregs?”

She sat back in her seat, baffled. Was he being serious? At what point did he decide her getting manipulated meant that she was some sort of spy for the Dime Lions? How do you even draw that conclusion?

Y/N took a deep breath and stared up at him, eyes hard. “Do you think for a second that I would betray you like that? That the second my opportunity comes I will run back into the arms of that man and wait for his orders? Whatever that man did to you, I did not do. I never did anything in that place of my own volition but leave. And now you say you can’t trust me because I may be on his side? This is fucking ridiculous!”

“He manipulated you for years,” Kaz snapped, “it would be shocking if you moved on from him this easily.”

“Easily?” She shouted back, standing up from her seat. “I have a thousand words to describe this entire ordeal and not one of them is easy.”

They stood for a moment, considering the things that had been brought up. Kaz didn’t want to believe that she was against him, but he also knew that he had to be careful. He did not mess around with much, but he was never messing around when it came to Pekka Rollins.

“If you don’t have any loyalty to him, then tell me.”

“Tell you what, Kaz?” She was over calling him boss. She wanted him to understand that he was betraying her with every word he said. It was not business to her, it was so personal that she could throw up, and she knew it was personal to him too. He didn’t deserve to feel detached from it. He deserved to hear his name.

“Tell me everything about Pekka Rollins that you know.”

She scoffed. “As if I haven’t already.”

“Oh, did you?” He responded. “I only seem to recall some muddled financial statements and the tears of a naive girl.”

“I was being drugged, Kaz!” She responded. “And, as you so lovingly reminded me, manipulated and lied to!”

“Forgive me for not believing the sob story anymore.” He glared at her. The look that made him into the terror that made even fools cross to the other side of the street as he passed. “Why even stay with the Dregs after you escaped, if not to gather information?”

Y/N was too angry to be afraid.

“There is nowhere to go and nothing to get me there. I have the Dregs, and I have Anais. That’s all.” Y/N was seething and a bad taste in her mouth was forming. Kaz is supposed to be smart, how can he not see that I am on his side? And why the fuck did Jesper tell him about this?

“And who’s to say you don’t also have the Dime Lions in your pocket?” Kaz fought back, “What if you have the gang waiting at the Emerald Palace for you to drop off information about me each week?”

This is getting unbearable.

She scoffed, making sure to look Kaz in the eyes before she spoke, “I owe you, Kaz, and against all good reason I trust you. I want to help you take that bastard down more than anything in the world, but whatever you are trying to find out about Pekka from me is never going to come out. I have told you everything I know about him that could hurt him. I am not holding back for some sort of love that never existed. You think I am plotting against you? That I am in love with Pekka Rollins and I am helping him bring you down? That man does not care who you are. He is so much bigger than you it is unimaginable. I want to help you with whatever you are doing to take that man down but we will not succeed if we do it like this. Right now, if he wanted you dead, you simply would be.” She shrugged, shaking her head. “And furthermore, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t realize until your last breath. I could tear you open from the inside with one well placed glass of water.”

Kaz Brekker stood silent. He was not stupid enough to underestimate the girl in front of him. That is why this argument had started in the first place.

She moved toward the door, her voice cracking as she spoke again. “You are not owed my past, Kaz Brekker. Not when I cannot even figure out which parts were real.”

[forrests-waterfall]

Hello ! I’d like to request a CG Technoblade and little Tommy 3-5 , if that’s okay! (No pressure to do it :) )

Maybe Tommy is sick and him and tech are home and he wants attention, hes not little at first but he is grumpy and all shouty and being big man Tommy because he’s sick and angry about it but he’s also a bit out of it and can’t do things on his own , Tech just teases him by treating him like a kid and calling him a big baby and saying stuff like “aww is the baby grumpy” giving him head pats not letting him do stuff because “he’s a grumpy baby” and he needs help to do it n because of this Tommy ends up slipping and asking for “techie” and techno ends up full on looking after him , tucking him in , giving him a sippy , medicine (yuck) , a stuffie maybe, if ur okay w pet names could I suggest little one and piglet

Although please have as much creative liberty (think that’s the right word) with it because I think it’ll be more fun that way!

Anyway thank you so much if you do write this up but if not that’s also totally okay! Have a good week !

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A / N ;; This is so cute!!! I tried to write it according to DSMP!Techno’s house so hopefully this sounds a bit right! (Also sorry if it’s weirdly written, I’m still getting used to writing oneshots again as I took a long break ^^;;. It’s also kinda short so, apologies!! Also author doesn’t know how to write the skipping process pfft. And sorry if this is kind of, yucky bad pfft)

CW ;; Mentions of being sick

Etc ;; Not proof read

Tommy felt awful, to say the least.

He had woken up in a sweat from being over heated, his eyes itched, and his nose was all clogged up. The teen had tried to ignore it and go back into his somewhat peaceful sleep but, it hadn't worked. His mind couldn't help but focus on the new found sickness he had been experiencing.

Acknowledging the fact he couldn't go back to bed, he pushed the remaining covers he had on, onto the floor. He stretched his arms behind his back, more or less stalling him getting out of his comfortable bed. Groaning, he rubbed his right eye and pushed himself up.

Thinking of what to do, he decided on bothering Techno. He wouldn’t admit but Techno made him feel better whenever he was sick or upset. Whether it was by making stupid sarcastic jokes or just a comforting silence, the hybrid always made the teen feel some type of comfort.

Tommy climbed up the latter, with each step a squeaking noise made sure to alert the other person in the house that someone was climbing up or down. That always bothered Tommy, but he didn’t care enough to fix the annoying sound. Or figure out how for that matter.

Once to the level he wanted, the teen hopped off the wooden structure and onto the floor.

Techno looked up as the other’s shoes made a sound against the floorboards. “Hullo” The hybrid greeted the other, then continued on working with his brewing stand. Tommy let out a quick exhale as a soft laugh at the other’s usual greeting.

“Hey big man” the blonde’s voice obviously sounded exhausted, which was very different from his normal tone. The piglin hybrid noticed but decided not to question it at first. Maybe the other was just tired.

Tommy walked over to the older and looked at the potions he was working on. “Workin on some nerd shit again?” Techno plopped a spider eye into a bit of liquid. “Nerd stuff that you tend to use—which is why I’m making more in the first place- yes” he placed the glass bottle underneath a set of tubes that would put another substance into the mixture.

The teen rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he didn’t really like the feeling of them being by his side all the time.

Silence went over the two, Techno focusing on his potions and Tommy watching him. This tended to happen a lot when the two were home alone. Thought it wasn’t always a bad thing, neither really minded the quiet. At least Tommy didn’t sometimes.

The hybrid was still thinking about how calm Tommy was being, or how tired he sounded. It was out of character for the teen. Though maybe he was just overthinking it. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still curious about it.

“You alright? You seem err-tired to say the least” he finally questioned, not sure if he’d get an actual answer or just Tommy yelling about how he was fine. “I’m fine, I’m a-“ at very bad timing, Tommy proceeded to let out a couple coughs into his elbow.

The older stopped messing with the potions and raised an eyebrow. “You seemed to have sold yourself out there-“ “my throat just felt weird!” The teen tried to refute against the hybrid, though didn’t work as he went into a small fit of coughing once more.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very ‘fine’” Techno air quoted with his fingers. “I am!!” The other crossed his arms again, stepping away from Techno.

Tommy huffed as he sat on top of a wooden desk where a couple of old books sat. “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything, T-“ “you thought something!” Techno decided it would be pointless to continue the back and forth.

“You’re being very grumpy for someone that’s okay” The blonde let out a small “Tch” as he looked away from the hybrid.

Techno was and wasn’t one for teasing others, but he saw the opportunity and decided to take it. “You’re being such a grumpy baby, Toms” he stated as he ruffled the teen’s hair. Tommy shook his head after Techno took his hand away.

The blonde felt himself slipping into his headspace at such a short sentence. The nickname that the hybrid used made Tommy feel small, and Techno was somewhat aware of that. Techno knew the other hadn’t regressed in a couple days (to his knowledge) and figured this would help. Especially since Tommy felt sick.

“‘M not!” Tommy argued as he stuck his tongue out at Techno. The hybrid let out a small chuckle, “awww, Is the baby grumpy?” Techno moved some of Tommy’s bangs away from his eyes, he could tell they were bothering the younger.

Tommy, now fully in his headspace let out a small sigh. He stuck his arms out and made grabby hands towards the taller. “Techie” techno smiled at the nickname the little gave him, “you want me to carry you?” Techno could care less if the other was sick, it was just them two. Plus he didn’t get sick much anyway.

The blonde gave a simple nod, with that Techno picked him up and place him on the side of his waist. Tommy laid his head against the hybrid’s shoulder, once Techno knew Tommy was comfortable and safe, he climbed down the latter.

The piglin had to make sure 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 was securely on him with each step, as he didn’t want Tommy to wiggle out and fall.

“Alright piglet, I’m gonna set you on your bed okay? Then I have to leave to get some stuff, but I’ll be right back” Tommy nodded, “okay Techie”

The hybrid placed the younger onto his bed and put the covers over his legs, not knowing if he would be too over heated.

He placed his hand on Tommy’s forehead to see if he was hot, sighing he took his hand away. He was kind of hot but, not too bad.

Techno left to get some stuff from upstairs and came back rather quickly. He balanced a sippy cup, two different drinks, and some red medicine he found in a cabinet.

“Do you want milk or juice, little one?” Tommy pointed at the Apple juice carton as Techno nodded. He put the stuff down and screwed off the cap of the sippy cup, immediately pouring the liquid into tie empty bottle.

He put the lid back on and handed it to Tommy. “Don’t drink that yet, I know you’re going to hate it but you have to take medicine. And I want you to have something to wash it down with” the little pouted, Tommy hated medicine, big or little.

Techno poured the medicine into a small plastic cup that had small markings of measurements on it. When there was enough he put the medicine down and handed the small clear cup to the other. Tommy refused to take it, why would he want to drink something gross?

“Yuck” “I know I know. How about this” Techno began an offer, “if you take this, we can watch whatever movie you want tomorrow while eating snacks you want” Tommy seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded excitedly. He took the medicine and quickly swallowed the nasty substance.

He proceeded to drink his apple juice to get rid of the awful taste that was in his mouth. The medicine Techno had tasted horrible.

“Good job piglet. Thank you for taking the medicine” the hybrid ruffled with Tommy’s hair like earlier, messing it up a bit. Techno did a quick look around of Tommy’s room before asking, “do you know where your stuffie is?”

The little pointed towards a chest he had in the corner of his room, “is in there. Made him his own bed w’th blankets” he smiled, seeming proud of himself. “Well why don’t we take him out for a bit? I’m sure he’ll wanna see you”

Tommy agreed as the other opened the chest and took the black and white cow stuffie out. It was one of Tommy’s favorite stuffies, he fed it, talked to it, and basically did everything with it. So if anything would make Tommy feel better, it’d be this.

Techno handed the stuffie over to the blonde as he took it in his hands and hugged it. “T’ank you!” Techno returned a soft smile, “alright well, I’m going to go back upstairs. Call me if you-“ “noo!” Tommy pouted.

He wanted Techno to stay. The other made him feel better and forget about whatever sickness he picked up. If he left, then Tommy would feel awful if he was left alone.

“You want me to stay?” Techno raised an eyebrow, usually Tommy was okay if the hybrid had to go do some work for a bit. Though right now, Tommy felt quite the opposite. “Stay, p’ease” he hugged onto his cow stuffie tighter as he looked at the other.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay piglet. If you promise to go to sleep” Tommy agreed and Techno got underneath the blankets along with the little. Techno ran his fingers softly through the blondes hair. He was aware of how much this calmed Tommy down, Tommy would ask and ask for Techno to play with his hair when he was little. It was oddly comforting to the other.

“Night night, little one”

“Ni Ni, Techie”

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: jealous dom! yoongi x reader ft. JK

Warnings: established relationship, jealousy themes, public sex kind of, smut, like filthy nasty smut, degradation, cum eating, spitting just a little, daddy kink, fluff if you squint at the end, teasing, oral (m) receiving, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Rating: 18 and over

“Cheers to us!” You shout, slamming your shot glass into that of your coworkers. You and your team had hit your sales quote for the end of the year, and you all wanted to celebrate, so you head out to a local lounge after work to get drunk. “Let’s dance!” Your coworker Alice pulls you over to join her on the dance floor. “I’m waiting for Yoongi.” You shout over the music. “OK well, he can find you shaking your ass on the dance floor. Now come on!” You laugh and give in, shaking your hips to the music.

This would be the first time Yoongi would be meeting people from the team, which was fine by you. There was only one person you were nervous of him meeting; one person in particular. Jungkook, the office hottie, who looked more like he should be posing in one of those firefighter calendars rather than pushing malware sales. Yoongi was always super jealous and so you made sure to stray away from talking about JK and the fact that all the women at your office would drool over him in the work group chat, yourself included.

It definitely didn’t help that he was your direct partner in sales or that he had a huge crush on you. Try as you might to avoid it, you couldn’t help but flirt a bit when he threw on his charms. “Don’t look now! JK!” Alice yells, arms opened wide as he joins you both on the dance floor. “Hey pint size.” JK greets you with your office nickname that pokes fun at your height and you can’t help but smile wide. “You look amazing! Definitely not pint sized tonight! ” He comments, pulling you close to his body as he sways you back and forth to the rhythm of the music. You dressed in a black mini skater skirt, black thigh high socks, and black booties offset with a white crop top sweater. Your intention was to drive Yoongi wild tonight, it seems however to be catching JK off guard. You blush profusely as he drinks you in.

“Finished up the last of your work?” You inquire to take his mind off undressing you with his eyes. “Yeah. I wanted to make sure all of our numbers were sent in before the end of business. Sorry I showed up late.” “No worries. You haven’t missed much.” He smirks at your comment, drinking you in once again, and your stomach knots. Your mind shifts to Yoongi and how he’d react seeing you right now. “You ok?” JK whispers in your ear, briefly placing his hand on the small of your back. You nod quickly. “I’m good, yeah.” “I just want to say. I think you’re an amazing partner. I couldn’t have met my number if you weren’t by my side.” JK praises, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. You see his eyes scan your face, your lips, your neck. You clear your throat, feeling your face flush. “Uh, you, are so awesome also, like we make a good team. All of us, really, are great.” You try to bring the focus to the entire team. “Yeah definitely. I couldn’t agree more but I guess what I am trying to say is that I would really love to get to know you on a more personal level. Take you out to dinner sometime.” He smiles seductively, twirling your hair around his finger before pulling your waist into his. You stumble over your words, feeling your body tense. “JK, that’s nice of you but…” You begin to explain and push his waist away before being interrupted.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alice whispers in your ear while stepping between you and JK, “but please tell me that that gorgeous guy sitting on the couch in our VIP section staring at you is not Yoongi.” You scan past her, searching, feeling as if you could gag as your eyes meet those of Yoongi’s. He sits slightly bent over, mouth open, looking your body up and down. His palms are pressed together while his chin rest on his thumbs. Your breath hitches at how amazing he looks. He shows no emotion but you can feel his heat from across the room. You swallow thickly as JK wraps himself around you, bringing you both into a slow sway.

Yoongi’s eyes darken at the sight of another man’s hands on you. He stands quickly and smirks at you, walking over to you and JK. He stands before you both and cocks his head to the side. JK notices and pulls you closer causing Yoongi’s lips to pull into a tight smile. “What’s up man? Can I help you? Do you know pint size over here?” JK questions. Yoongi smiles seductively at you and a chill runs down your spine. “Pint size and I go way back. Don’t we baby?” Yoongi nods to you then brings his lips to a pout. “Uh, JK, this is Yoongi, my boyfriend.” You turn to announce to JK’s surprise. Yoongi gives JK a shit eating grin. “Oh wow,” He pulls his body away from you but still holds onto your hip, “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. Sorry man.” Yoongi raises his eyebrows briefly. “No worries friend. Pint size loves keeping things fun and exciting for me, don’t you baby?” “Don’t be a dick Yoongi.” You snip. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are pet names only for, I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Yoongi points at JK. “Jungkook.” Yoongi nods but keeps his eyes locked on you. “Tell me Jungkook, does she have a cute pet name for you?” “Five alarm.” JK responds with confidence and your heart drops. Yoongi looks at him in complete confusion.

“Like five alarm fire. All the girls at the office call me that. They joke that I look like a fireman.” He chuckles. Yoongi joins in for a brief moment before excusing himself, heading to grab a drink at the bar. You scurry behind him. “Don’t be upset. It’s not what you think.” You say as Yoongi throws back a shot. “I’m not mad pint size.” He licks his lips, turning to face you. “Don’t call me that ok. You’re just doing it to be an asshole.” Yoongi hums, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Tell me whore, are you loose with your mouth tonight because you think daddy won’t bend you over in front of all of your little friends?” “No.” You reply meekly, feeling your core heat under his lust filled gaze. He runs his slender fingers along your jawline before walking off to join your group of friends. You bite your lip, trying to calm yourself as JK approaches you.

“Everything ok?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” “Your boyfriend seems uncomfortable. Just wanted to check on you…” He nods in Yoongi’s direction and continues talking but soon his voice fades off as you look over at Yoongi who is seated watching your every move. “Y/N, hello?” “Huh? What? I’m sorry.” “I said that I would still like to take you out sometime. I know you have a boyfriend but I figure we can still have dinner as friends.” “Sure, uh, yeah. I’d like that.” He smiles wide and pulls you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck. You tap his back awkwardly and watch as Yoongi cocks his head to the side. “We should get back to the group.” You pull away and head over to sit beside Yoongi. You scan his face for any sort of emotion but he gives you none. He never even looks over at you, instead striking up conversation with Alice. As the night progresses, Yoongi does everything in his power to ignore you. He moves through the party with ease, mingling with all your coworkers as if they’ve been friends for years. Alice laughs loudly, throwing her head back obnoxiously, at something Yoongi has said and you shoot them both a deadly look, having had enough.

You pull Yoongi from the couch and over towards the dance floor where you can speak privately. “Everything ok pint size?” He drawls. “Are you serious? You’re going to act like a child and ignore me? And cut the shit with the nickname ok, I’m over it already.” Yoongi looks over at your coworkers who are all engaged in conversation before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you into his body. He forcefully yanks back your head to expose your neck to him and licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your chin, digging you into his growing erection and sway you back and forth as if your dancing. “Keep talking whore, I’m just taking notes for when I have you all to myself. I can’t wait to have you repeat everything you’ve said tonight with my cock stuffed down your throat.” “Fuck, Yoongi.” You pant, grinding your hips into his hard on. “Such a cock whore for me. Dying for me to wreck you. Maybe I should pull you into the bathroom and fuck you stupid while five alarm and all your coworkers wonder where you’ve gone. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Having your little work crush come looking for you, find me pounding your needy cunt. Do you think he’d stay and watch? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you whore? Have him palm his cock to the sounds of your desperate moans.” Yoongi whispers into your ear, placing kisses along your lobe. You moan softly. “Answer me whore.” “Yes daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad. I want to be punished.” Yoongi chuckles softly into your ear. “Hm, that’s too bad, only good girls get fucked and right now you’re being a very bad girl. ” He grabs a handful of your ass, kisses your neck gently, and walks away with a bite of his lip. You clench your now soaked cunt around nothing, whimpering as he leaves you high and dry. You loved and hated when Yoongi was in a jealous fit. He was unreasonable outside the bedroom, always unwilling to give into your antics as you made attempts at seeking his attention but inside the bedroom, he was the most amazing lover. He was always sure to tease and please you in the most delicious way, reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

You collect yourself and walk over to the group, taking a seat on the arm of the couch since your seat next to Yoongi has been occupied by Alice. Your blood boils as he stares so deeply at her, biting his lip, and giving her all his attention. You know he is just trying to make you feel the way he is right now, he has no interest in Alice, still it eats at you, provokes you even. “So, JK, when did you wanna grab dinner?” You say loud enough for Yoongi’s ears to perk up. “Uh, whenever you want. I’m free whenever.” “Cool, how about during the week, after work. Let’s say Monday.” JK nods. “Yeah, I’m down. Any place in particular you want to go?” You shrug. “You pick. I love being surprised.” You smirk, rubbing your hand along his bicep, and you swear you hear Yoongi growl. “How about a dance Alice?” Yoongi offers, getting up and extending a hand to her. “Uh, if it's ok with Y/N.” Alice turns to you. You scoff and look at Yoongi. “She doesn’t mind, right pint size? Now come on gorgeous, show me how you move.” Alice giggles and allows Yoongi to lead her out on the dance floor.

You watch as Yoongi takes Alice by the hips and maneuvers her body around. She all too willingly allows him to control her every move. She wraps her arms around Yoongi’s neck, seeming to have found a steady rhythm, and bravely pushes her hips into his. He smiles in amusement at her before looking over at you. “Sorry, had to run to the restroom. What did I miss?” JK pops up again, handing you a fresh shot. You drink it happily, rising from your seat and taking JK around the neck. “Let's dance JK. You’re such a good dancer.” You giggle, feeling JK trail his hands along your spine. “You sure that’s a good idea.” You nod slowly, pulling him towards the dance floor, taking a spot right beside Yoongi and Alice. “Y/N, you never mentioned Yoongi was such a good dancer.” Alice calls out to you, spinning around to press her small ass into Yoongi’s crotch. You seethe watching her act like a bitch in heat all over your man. “You shouldn't start what you can't finish." Yoongi warns as you and he spin past each other. You raise your eyebrows at him in defiance and decide to take matters into your own hands, turning just the same as Alice, grinding your very plump ass shamelessly into JK’s crotch, unbothered by your skirt hitching up a bit.

JK grips your hips tightly, a small moan escaping his lips. You run your hands up into his hair and press your back into his chest, falling into a sensual rhythm with your dance partner, all the while watching the color fade from Yoongi’s face. He whispers something to Alice, who nods simply. Yoongi walks over to you and JK, staring down at where your hips are connected. “It's time to go.” Yoongi states calmly. JK scoffs and wraps his arms around you completely. You drop your hands from his hair and wrap them over his, allowing him to pull you closer. “I can drop her off later friend.” He remarks, nuzzling into your neck. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes light on fire. “I wasn’t talking to you, friend.” He’s so hot when he’s this pissed off. You decide to push your luck. “What’s the magic word Min Min?” You tease playfully. JK laughs out loud whilst Yoongi says nothing. He doesn’t have to; you watch as he grips tightly around his belt buckle and you know what he has in mind. He’s had enough of your antics and if you aren’t careful, he may just take you right here on this dance floor, in front of all these people as warned earlier. You turn to face JK. “This was fun. I should really get going though. Dinner Monday yeah?” “Yeah definitely! I had such a good time with you tonight, shame it has to end early. Get home safe. It was nice meeting you Yoongi.” Yoongi nods, hurrying ahead to get away from your group.

He takes you by the wrist, bobbing and weaving through the crowd. “Please don’t be mad at me daddy. I was just teasing. You know how much I love to push your buttons; you’re so sexy when you get riled up.” Yoongi just ignores you, still pulling you along. Annoyed you yank your hand away causing Yoongi to stop and look at you. “If you’re going to ignore me, then I think we should go to our respective apartments tonight. As a matter of fact, I’ll just rejoin my friends and enjoy the rest of my night with them.” You turn to walk away but are immediately yanked back. Yoongi’s lips are on yours in no time, pulling you into an angry kiss. You moan lustfully into his mouth reaching up to cup his face. He grabs your wrist and pulls your arms behind your back, continuing the assault on your mouth. “Yoongi, please. There are people watching. We can’t.” You begin to plead breathlessly between kisses, wriggling in his hold as he trails kisses down your neck, lifting your sweater to fondle your breast. “Afraid of everyone knowing what a cock whore you are?” He growls, nipping at your nipple through your bra.

You yelp, frantically looking around, hoping no one sees. “Oh god, Yoongi, the security guard is walking this way." You cry out, feeling Yoongi suckle your erect nub through the sheer material. He mutters a curse under his breath and begins to yank you behind him once again. “You’re going the wrong way,” You shout at the back of his head, “the exit is the other way.” He pulls you hard into the restroom and slams the door shut being sure to lock it behind him. He presses you against the door, lifting your sweater up, once again latching onto your nipple through your sheer bra. You moan loudly, wrapping a leg around his waist. He takes the opportunity run his hand up your exposed thigh, slapping it hard before gripping the plump flesh. “God damn, Fuck me daddy, please!” You cry out reaching down to stroke his massive erection. He releases your nipple to watch in pleasure as you mewl and wriggle against him, dying for his cock. “My greedy little cock whore. So desperate for cock, didn’t care who filled you tonight did you?” He pants against your ear, grinding into your throbbing cunt. You whimper at the sweet sensation his cock against your clit causes.

“Please, daddy, I only want you.” “Really,” He drops his head to your neck and bites down hard, suckling soon after to create a large purple mark in its wake, “I remember someone else’s hands on these hips.” He replies, lifting you off the ground, wrapping both legs around his waist. You cuss over his lips, shoving your tongue into his mouth as you buck and grind against his jailed member. “I need you, want you inside me.” You pant, feeling your core tighten with your quickened pace. “That’s enough whore.” Yoongi groans, dropping you to your feet. Your legs are shaky, and you feel your climax fade away. “What the fuck Yoongi?” You shove him back. His eyes darken as he smirks at you, pulling you away from the door and leading you further into the restroom. “I’m not playing around Yoongi! Fuck me or let me leave. I’m not going to stroke your ego tonight. Especially when there are other people out there who want me.” “Other people huh? Like your little work boyfriend?” “Exactly right, and please believe he’s more than eager to taste this cunt.” He chuckles now, unbuckling his belt. “Lean on the sink whore, lift that skirt, show me your ass! Right now!” You watch him for a moment longer, then excitedly turn and pull your skirt up, leaning on your elbows, pushing your ass out as far as you can. “Always so eager.” He growls. “Anything for you daddy." “That’s my girl.” He praises before coming down on your exposed ass with his leather belt. You cry out at the burning sensation. Your cunt clenching and soaking through your sheer thong. He hums in approval at you as you twirl your hips side to side, coming down again with another thwack. You gasp, pressing your forehead against the cold counter, pushing out further for him. “Fuck my whore is so sexy. Look how red this sweet ass gets for me. My cock is so hard for you baby. How’d I get so lucky?” You pout and twirl your hips some more. “Don’t stop daddy. I need more. I’ve been so bad.” Yoongi dips his head back so overcome with lust as a low growl escapes his throat. He gladly obliges with two more hard cracks of his leather, one across the ass, the other across your thighs. You scream his name with each one, earning low groans from him. “Such a good whore.” He praises, slowly lowering down to his knees, unbuttoning his jeans. “Get on all fours right now you fucking slut.” You nod and lower yourself before him. “Open your mouth for me.” He pants, freeing his thick length. You moan out whilst opening as wide as you can. Yoongi strokes himself gently, moving towards your gaping mouth. He slowly swirls his head around your lips, coating them in his salty pre-cum. “Tongue out.” He commands. You roll your tongue out, curling it around his length as he slaps his member against it. He takes you by your hair and slowly shoves the whole of his cock into your mouth, hitching his hips forward ever so gently. You moan around him causing him to grip your hair tighter.

“God has never made a better cock sleeve.” He grunts, slamming into your throat, eliciting a body trembling gag. He moans loudly at the feeling. “No one takes cock like you baby. Do you think I’d ever let that inexperienced bag of muscle touch you? He’d cum just from the scent of your needy cunt.” He hitches forward once more, hissing as you gag and drool all over him. “Still wish it was him in your mouth? Still wish he could watch?” He growls pulling out slightly, allowing you time to catch your breath. “No, daddy.” You pant. He pouts at you, shoving himself deep into your throat again. “I love when you lie.” He moans, coming down on your ass with a hard thwack of his belt. You shove forward swallowing more of his cock, your nose pressed against his pubic bone. “Fuck!” He cries out, coming down again with his belt. A loud slam on the door causes you pull off his cock much to his surprise. “I wasn’t finished whore.” “Someone’s knocking.” You swallow hard, nervously looking at the door. Yoongi stands now, helping you to your feet. “I don’t give a fuck who’s at the door.” He lifts you up and onto the counter. You cry out at the sting from the cold against your fresh formed welts. Another slam on the door causes you to jump and attempt to lean forward. Yoongi shoves you back, dropping his hand between your legs to rub your clothed center. “Occupied,” He yells before turning his attention to you, “already soaked through huh whore? I bet I’d slide right inside you, wouldn’t I?”

You grind against his hand, nodding excitedly. “Use your words whore!” He shouts, pinching your sensitive bud through your panties. You hiss, bucking forward. “Yes! Fuck yes!” He smiles wide at your reaction. “You like that, do you whore?” “Yes.” You quiver, opening your legs wide. He shoves your skirt up, yanking down your thong. “Spread your lips for me.” You drop your hands down, opening your folds for him. He bites his lip looking over your exposed pussy. “So. Fucking. Wet! Look at yourself whore, dripping down onto this counter with your fucking need.” He hums to himself, dropping his head down to your exposed hood and slurping up your clit in his mouth. “Jesus, God! Yoongi!” You yell, thighs shaking at the twisted feeling of pleasure and overstimulation. He nips at your clit, lifting his head up to your dismay. “What did you call me?” “I’m sorry,” You pant, “please don’t stop.” He smiles. “Don’t stop what?” He muses, shoving two fingers into your sopping pussy. You clench instantly as he begins to pump in and out of you. You throw your head back against the mirror. “More.” You barely manage. “So, fucking greedy.” He replies softly into your ear, shoving a third finger into you. You whimper, grabbing hold of his rock-hard cock, stroking him from root to tip. “Please can I make daddy cum? I want you to cum all over my face. Use me as your cum rag.” You breathlessly beg, hastening your pace. Yoongi pants against your ear, moving his fingers in and out of you at the same pace in which you stroke his length. “Faster whore.” He goads, removing his fingers from your clenching cunt. You whine at the sudden loss of his touch but revel in his glorious lust filled stance. He grips your thighs for balance, tossing his head back, spewing curses under his breath, his bangs sticking to his sweat covered forehead.

Soft moans escape his bobbing throat. “I’m going to cum. On your knees!” You slide off the counter quickly, still stroking, hitting your knees with a loud thud. He takes his cock from you, rubbing large circles around his tip with one hand, and guiding your head back with the other. You open your mouth for him as he cries out, the first shot of his hot seed shooting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, he guides his quivering cock around your face, releasing long strands onto your cheeks, your lips, and your chin, sure to avoid your eyes. He moves his tip against your lips, rubbing it softly against your tongue, the last bits of his climax coating the tip of your moist appendage. He pulls his cock away wrapping his long slender fingers around your jaw, keeping it wide open for him, a small moan escapes as you watch your lover drop a small amount of spit into your mouth. “Swallow whore.” He commands, releasing you. You gulp down the concoction happily, opening wide to show him what a good girl you are. He breaths raggedly, watching you in approval, lifting a hand to swirl his cum around your face and into your mouth. You lap up all the sweet/ salty mixture you can reach with your tongue before Yoongi swirls his coated fingers over your lips. “Such a cum whore for daddy. Look how you eat up my cum up like it’s your favorite treat. I could drain my balls and you'd still want more.” You suckle at his fingers, swallowing his thick fluids, and nod. “I love daddy's cum.” He helps you to your feet and spins you around, bending you over the counter. “You’ve been such a good whore for daddy. Is my whore ready to cum?” “Yes daddy, please.” He bites on your earlobe as he slowly enters your sopping cunt. You both gasp at how desperately your walls clench and grip at his thick cock. “Fuck, always so fucking tight for daddy.” He admires you for a minute in the mirror, your mouth wide, holding back a sob whilst he shoves deeper inside your tight walls until he bottoms out. You cry out as he begins to slam in and out of your cunt, curving his body slightly to rub his full head against your g-spot. He takes a handful of your hair and lifts your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror. “I want you to see what I see whore. I want you to see why I love you so fucking much. Just look at how gorgeous you look when you take my cock. Fuck, I could explode just watching you come undone.” His words cause your belly to burn as your climax rises from your toes, you can barely even form words, only able to babble as drool forms at the sides of your mouth.

He smirks at your fucked out look, swirling the fresh drool with his dried cum, and bringing it into your gaping mouth. You moan around his fingers, sucking hard at his digits. He yanks his fingers from your mouth, coming down hard on your ass with a loud slap. “Whose sopping cunt is this?” “Yours daddy! It’s all yours.” “Damn fucking right it is!” He grunts, taking you by the hips, quickening his pace. You hopelessly claw at something to hold onto as he rams into you. His animal like sounds bringing you closer and closer to your finish. Your toes curl in your shoes and your calf muscles tighten as you try to maintain a steady footing. Yoongi wraps an arm around your waist to help steady you, bringing his free hand down to make figure eights on your swollen clit. “Uh, fuck, I can't, I'm gonna fucking come so hard daddy.” “Mm, that’s right whore, cum on daddy's cock. Scream for me, I want to hear you cry for this cock.” Your climax begins as a slow tremor within your walls that burns deliciously into an explosion of forceful pulses throughout your cunt that has her clamping down on Yoongi’s cock so intensely it pulls a sob from his throat. You don’t hold back, so overcome by the crashing waves of bliss you yell out his name until your throat is raw. He continues fucking into you his breath becoming more and more uneasy as his balls tighten against you. “It’s too much daddy.” You whine, overstimulation hitting you. “Fuck! This glorious fucking cunt!” He shouts, slamming hard into your cervix, his release pulsing against your cervical opening. His thrust become sloppy as he comes down from his high, his cum slowly seeping out of you. He rests his head on your back, allowing you both time to catch your breath. “I love you. I fucking love you so much.” He pulls out of you, helping you up, and pulling you into a soft kiss. You melt into his warmth, nibbling at his plump bottom lip. “I love you too.” “I’m sorry if I was too rough,” He rubs his large hands over your sore ass, “I still get jealous. I’m trying to be better.” You laugh at his pouty confession. “If you keep fucking me like that, I might just keep making you jealous.” He scoffs kissing you softly again. “Let’s go home for real baby. I’ll take care of you.” You nod in approval, fixing yourselves up. Yoongi holds your hair back as you wash your face in the sink, once you feel you look presentable again, you stuff your thong in his jacket pocket and make for the exit. You unlock the door anxiously expecting a line but luckily there is no one waiting. You both shove through the crowd toward the exit when you feel a tug on your hand. “You’re still here?” JK smiles at you. “Uh, well, we uh.” “Fucked in the bathroom.” Yoongi offers up with a straight face. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as JK laughs out loud. “Wait, what? Are you serious?” He looks from you to Yoongi and back again. Yoongi laughs wide, exposing his gums. “I’m fucking with you kid!” JK huffy a bit before breaking into a full laugh. “You’re funny man,” JK bumps his fist into Yoongi's shoulder, “Hey get home safe again ok pint size, dinner Monday night.” He winks with all his might at you, walking off into the crowd. Yoongi rolls his eyes, resting his hand on the small of your back. He places a soft kiss on your temple, lowering a bit to whisper in your ear. “You know you’re not going to dinner with him right?” You chuckle, leaning into Yoongi’s chest. “Will you fuck me in the ass as punishment if I do?” Yoongi bites his lip, “Such an insatiable appetite my whore has.” He whispers, swatting you on the ass. “I’ll never get enough of you daddy.” You mewl, savoring the feel of the night air on your face.

[xiaoyunenigma]

English; An Interesting Language.

(Also posted on AO3 with my username @ Enigma_Primo)

A/N: THIS IS A JOKE I MADE FOR MYSELF BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO STUDY ENGLISH EDUCATION SDFSJKFN-

I’m sorry, I like corny and stupid jokes with languages involved XDXD

Try and see how many pop-culture references you can spot in this UWU

Enjoy!!

(I’d like to point out that I DID write some Old English quotes myself and uh… I’m still a beginner at this soo…eheks?)

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“Cody, wanna explain why is our garage littered with books!?” Kade exclaimed, eyes widened at the mess. Towers of books littered the area as his youngest brother drowned himself among them, his eyes still glued to the book.

Snatching it off from Cody, Kade fought the urge to cuss as he grimaced at his brother’s literature preference.

“Seriously? Shakespeare?” he questioned, tossing the book back to his sibling.

“It’s a classic!” Cody defended, shrugging in reply.

“Oh wow, yeah. Let me just,” Kade dramatically cleared his throat before continuing. “Doth mother knows you wear ‘er drapes? ” he said and slapped his knees, laughing out loud. “HAH, THAT’S A NICE ONE!”

“VERY funny, Kade.” Graham remarked, shifting his glasses up as he stared at the cocky firefighter.

“What? I’ve got the charm for Broadway performance!”

“Yeah…no. Please, just no.”

“Pfft! You’re just jealous because you’re more on the technical side, Graham.” Kade rolled his eyes, picking up a dusty book with two fingers. “Jesus Christ. Do you guys even bother to keep them in a nicer condition?”

Flipping open the pages, Kade visibly paled and pitched the book forward, landing it onto Heatwave’s peds.

“Hey, watch where you’re throwing!” Heatwave growled before shifting his attention onto the item. Curiosity got the best of him and he opened it, only to smirk at his partner as he read the front page out for everyone to hear.

“PROPERTY OF KADE BURNS. THE OWNER OF THIS BOOK IS AWESOME AND HE IS THE MOST HANDSOME-I can’t read this any further or I’m going to puke.” The fire bot’s optics twitched in disgust, unable to comprehend the ego of Kade Burns.

“S-Shut up! I wrote that when I was five!”

“I can tell.” Heatwave replied, amusement twinkling in his optics.

“How?”

“You wrote it in here, dumbass.” Heatwave turned a page and barked out a laughter, startling his team with his usual grumpy demeanour.

“What the- BWAHAHAHAHA!!!”

"GIVE IT BACK!” Kade’s cheeks brightened up in pink as he ran after his guardian, demanding his book back.

“I wanna read it!” Blades yelled, leaning onto Heatwave’s back. Without hesitating, the Rescue Bot leader handed the spiral-bounded PINK notebook to the helicopter.

“Okay, so it says here…wow.” Blades stopped in his tracks, glancing back and forth at Kade and the book. “YOU KNOW HOW TO KNIT!?” he gasped.

“NO, I DO NOT!!”

“It says here ‘I wanna mok- make? MAKE a scarf for Dani because she’s always catching a cold. Dummy.’ Aww, that’s so sweet! Well, minus the last part, of course.” Blades blurted out the embarrassing truth.

“WAIT-it was YOU who MADE me that!? I thought DAD got it from Mrs Neederlander!” Dani said, shock from her face was swiftly replaced with a grateful one. “Thank you, that’s so nice of you!” she giggled, hugging her brother sideways.

Scratching the back of his neck, Kade returned the hug before shooting his partner a brief glare.

“I hate you.” he hissed softly.

“You’re welcome.” Heatwave sassed.

“How about we get back on track, everybody?” Cody said, rummaging through the endless pile of books. “I swear, it’s just around here…” he trailed off.

“What are you looking for, Cody?” Boulder asked, bending down to have a look at the blonde kid.

“Dad’s English book.” Cody replied without missing a beat, eyes still scanning for the worn-out item. “Chase wanted some ideas for his story writing, so I figured we could use some references from there.” He explained.

“Why not just Google it?” Graham offered.

“Not quite right. In order for my writing to improve, I must learn from the best.” Chase said.

“And does that INCLUDE messing the whole area for a book that’s IN my room this whole while?” Chief Burns declared, stepping into the garage.

“DAD!!” Cody brightened up and ran towards his father’s opened arms.

Charlie shook his head as he accepted the hug from his youngest son. “Cody, where did you even get all of these?”

“Oh, I found them in the store.” Cody gave his father a sheepish smile. “MIGHT have taken out more than necessary. Sorry dad, I’ll clean it up later.”

“Yeah, like we’d believe that.” Dani snickered. “You don’t even clean your room!” she wagged her finger at the pouting kid.

“I DO!” he defied. “Well, once a while…”

“Uh, what’s so special with that?” Heatwave raised an optic ridge, pointing at the black book on Charlie’s hands. “It seems like an ordinary dictionary.”

“Actually, it’s a book talking about Old English and how to properly execute it in literature.” Chief explained.

He opened a random page and read it, startling the whole crew with his surprising Old English reciting skills.

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man, as modest stillness and humility.”

Charlie’s words were soft to Chase’s audial receptors as the mech sat in awe of his partner’s display.

“Bravo!”

“That’s amazing!”

“Not bad, Chief.”

“Noble! Where did you learn how to recite poetries like that, Dad?” Cody asked, eyes lighting up in fascination.

“I uh…I-I picked it up a long time ago…” Charlie said, smiling lovingly at his child. “Had to join the poetry club during high school time. I guess it stuck with me ever since.”

“That is very impressive, sir.” Chase blurted out; yellow optics trained on the man of his liking. “If I may?” he requested, holding a servo out to have a look at the contents of the book.

“Go ahead, Chase.” He handed the black book over to his partner without a thought.

Flipping a few pages, Chase stopped onto a sentence and read it out.

“I am very gay; Gay as I must, for today is a day of celebration!”

Kade, who had gone up to get a quick burrito roll, spat out his food as he coughed violently. Dani and Graham fell flat onto the ground, laughing their asses off like there was no tomorrow. Cody sat criss-cross; eyes wide as he stared at the police bot’s choice of words.

Charlie slapped his son’s back a few times, helping the poor kid to get the lodged food out.

“Ugh…what the fuck!?” Kade groaned, finally got the food out of his system.

“Language.” Charlie warned before turning his gaze at the confused team of bots, particularly at Chase. “WHERE THE HELL DID YOU LEARN THAT!?”

…So much for proper etiquette, huh?

“Uh…it is stated here that ‘Gay’ means happy in Old English.” Chase said, pointing at the small Italic words for Charlie. “D-Did I perhaps say it wrongly? Should I use a deeper voice when I pronounce it?”

“NO-”

“I am VERY gay! GAY as I must, for today is A DAY of CELEBRATION!” Chase repeated, waving on of his servos in the air.

This time, Dani and Graham were rolling on the floor, truly humoured by the Autobot’s recitation.

“Dani! Get a hold of yourself!” Blades advised, but he couldn’t help to sneak in a few snickers as he saw how worked up his partner was. “Your laugh is contagious! I don’t know why but-PFFT-AHAHA!!”

“OH MY GOD, I’M DYING!”

“THIS IS GOLD- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“DAMN RIGHT IT IS!” Kade hollered, wiping a stray tear from his eyes. “My god. Chase, please don’t EVER use that ever again.”

“Why?” Chase questioned. “It says here to try out a sentence of my own. Very well then…” he murmured, pondering for a moment. “AHA, I’VE GOT ONE!” he said in excitement.

“My dear Chief Burns is a GAY and BRAVE man with honour. I, Chase the Rescue Bot, is honoured to be thine partner; TO DEATH TILL US PART!!”

Colours drained from Charlie’s face as his kids (besides Cody) were all guffawing uncontrollably.

Dani resorted to slapping the ground while Graham had to take off his glasses due to the tears spilling from his eyes. Kade supported himself on the beam as he hunched over, unable to catch his breath from this amusing scene.

“I wish I could understand Earth’s humour.” Blades sighed, sitting beside Heatwave.

Heatwave, who was already updated by Cody about the meaning behind it, gave the yellow bot a smirk. “Yeah. They are gay alright.” He joked.

Blades took the bait.

“LIKE US!” he suddenly sat upright, beaming at the sputtering mech. “What? I know you’re not so gay-ish like me, but I swear we can all be gay! We’ll be the best gays EVER!!”

Heatwave’s cooling fans kicked on as he slapped both servos onto his face, turning away from the dumbfounded helicopter.

“What?”

“Primus…G-Give me…a-a…moment…” Heatwave mustered, shutting his optics tightly.

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to be gay with me-”

“NO!” Heatwave shot up, gripping Blades arms tightly. “I AM! WE ARE!”

“O-Okay…?” Blades blinked twice, not really understanding the sudden enthusiasm, but decided to roll with it. “We’ll be the best and the gayest team ever!!”

Back to Chase and co…

“It says here that gay means happy…but if you translate it to Modern English…OH.” Chase stopped in his words, reading closely about the ACTUAL meaning of ‘GAY’.

Oh.

OH.

OHHH!!

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“But we ARE gay, right?” Chase said, still adamant on the word.

“Me and Charlie are partners! According to the book, the people back in the centuries use to refer us, ‘PARTNERS’, as ‘gays’ !” he continued. “If not ‘partners’, ‘significant other’ is also a desirable term. Yes, I think I quite like this phrase.”

“CHASE, NO!!” Charlie yelled; ears redden with embarrassment.

“The statement is grammatically correct. I am of no wrong, sir.”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

Behind the scenes, Cody sipped on a juice box with his siblings, totally confused with everything at this point. Dani shook her head and crossed her arms as she tilted towards Graham’s shoulders, shifting her weight onto the slim young man.

“Dear lord, does dad ACTUALLY thinks we’re oblivious or something?” she whispered.

“Judging by how he’s denying…yeah, I think you’re right.” Graham agreed, pushing his safety helmet up. “We DO know about their relationship…wanna spill the truth?”

Putting a finger on her chin, Dani thought for a moment before smiling mischievously at her brother.

“Nah.” They said simultaneously and laughed again.

“Are we missing something?” Kade asked, taking a sip of his Cola.

“When are we ever not?” Cody sighed in defeat.

“Wait till Chase gets hold of my pop-culture reference book, that’ll SURELY be an entertaining scene to watch!” Dani chortled before dashing up the elevator, dragging Graham, Kade along. “Come on! You two have GOTTA help me find it!”

And off they went, leaving Cody behind ONCE AGAIN.

…Poor kid.

Rolling his eyes, Cody watched by the sidelines as his father bickered with Chase like a married old couple.

“-WE ARE NOT FONDUING!! THAT’S NOT EVEN A PROPER OLD ENGLISH WORD!”

“Tsk. Tsk. I smell of nothing but lies and deceptions. Utterly distraught with thine statement. Forsooth, I am but a humble machinery with humane capabilities, but this shalt not be of hindrance to our relationship! Thus, with much grace, end this speech with this memorable phrase; TILL DEATH DO US PART!”

Apparently, Chase has taken a great liking for Old English now.

With a flattened sigh, Chief Burns gave up rebutting and pinched his nose bridge.

“Whatever you say, Chase.” He started to walk away, not forgetting to bring his kid with him this time. “Goodnight, everyone.”

And the two Burns left, leaving the police bot with the crew.

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“Wow, you really knocked yourself out, huh?” Heatwave joked, laughter rumbling out from his chassis.

“H-Hey, that tickles!” Blades giggled, lightly slapping the firetruck’s arm as he resorted to lying on Heatwave’s chestplate.

Yes. Blades WAS indeed, sitting on Heatwave’s lap.

“What? I see this as an absolute win!” Chase rebutted. “Me and Chief; the best partner for Griffin Rock as police patrollers!”

“As you wish, Chase. As you wish…”

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Hi I’m back!💗 I was wondering (if it’s not too big of a hassle) if you could do a Plank All Over Me but they do a relationship test. Like the one Meghan Trainor and her husband did for buzzfeed? Love you tons!-✨

Plank All Over Me - Couples Tag Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AN: you do NOT have to have read the others to understand this. Enjoy :)

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me 1 & Yoga Edition

“Hi, I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled widely at the camera.

“And I’m actually excited to be in this video.” You nodded in approval now that you and Tom were doing a normal video that didn’t require either of you to get into painful positions.

“You never say your name when we do these. You always say something else.” Tom looked at you as he realized the pattern with the intros of the videos you did together. “This is my girlfriend Y/n L/n by the way, everyone. Please pardon her manners.” He cracked a smile. 

“Yeah, but I do it on purpose. Its like my thing for these kinds of videos.” You explained yourself to Tom.

“Oh.” He deadpanned, pretending not to care about your explanation. You laughed at his serious expression.

“I can’t believe this video turned into our breakup.” You said to the camera and he laughed beside you.

“Can we both cry so they have something for the thumbnail?” He suggested to the camera crew.

“Or, better idea, hear me out.” You looked between Tom and the camera. “We start the video.”

“That’s a great idea.” Tom pulled your chair closer to his and slung an arm around you. “I’m Tom, this is Y/n, and we’re doing the Buzzfeed Couples Tag.”

“So first we have to check off what we know about each other.” You said as you scanned the list of questions while Tom kissed the side of your head. “Do you want to just do a back and forth?”

“Sure. I’ll go first.” Tom pulled the completed closer to himself. “When’s my birthday?”

“June 1st 1862.” You answered confidently.

“Perfect.” Tom player along. “Your turn.”

“My age?” You read off the screen.

“Trick question, you’re timeless.” Tom smiled and you gushed. “Just kidding guys, shes 53.” He said to the camera.

“I’m just not but okay.” You muttered.

“What’s my zodiac sign?” Tom read.

“Little bitch?” You asked.

“You got it.” Tom nodded. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

“What’s my favorite movie?” You asked.

“That’s easy. It’s a tie between Spiderman: Homecoming, Spiderman: Far From Home and Spies in Disguise, out this Christmas.” Tom winked at the camera after he listed off his own films.

“You were close.” You pointed at him. “It’s actually a tie between Deadpool, Definitely Maybe, and The Proposal.”

“But…” Tom faltered. “But those are all Ryan Reynolds movie.”

“Yea, but that’s just because I wish he was my boyfriend instead of you.” You said with fake seriousness.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded as he went along with your joke. “It’s funny though, I haven’t seen any videos of you planking over Ryan Reynolds so…” ,he clicked his tongue.

“Thats because Ryan and I like to keep those videos private, don’t we baby?” You shot a wink at the camera.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough before I actually get mad.” Tom laughed. “And you have never seen Definitely Maybe.”

“Yes I have.” You defended. “That’s the one where they’re British and the little boy from Nanny McPhee plays the drum.”

“That’s Love Actually, and you gave the worst possible description of it, so congratulations.” Tom commemorated you as you laughed.

“We just got so off topic. Who even asked the last question?” You wondered.

“I’ll go.” He looked at the computer for the next question. “What’s my coffee order?”

“Here we go.” You roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Tom doesn’t drink coffee. He drinks sugar with a few spoonfuls of tea in it.”

“Yes, I do.” Tom confirmed. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s gonna be something wrong with that when all your teeth fall out. Do you want to be bald and have no teeth? Is that what you want?” You pretended to heckle him.

“That’s weird, I don’t see that question on the computer.” Tom said as he squinted at the computer, pretending to inspect the quiz.

“That’s because I made it up.” You said.

“That’s because I made it up.” Tom mimicked. Your eyes went wide and he bent over laughing. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean that.”

“The title of this video is gonna be Couples Tag leads to a break up?” You did an over exaggerated shrug. “With pictures!”

“And then “shocking!” in parenthesis.” Tom added on, poking fun at the youtube titles you were so used to seeing.

“Emotional!” You put your hand over your heart.

“Can we keep going?” Tom asked through his laughter.

“Yes, sorry.” You laughed and looked at the computer. Oh now it’s generic questions. Does your significant other have any bad habits?”

“No.” Tom said after thinking for a moment. “I’m perfect.”

“Oh, I know. His bad habit is that when he gets scared, he goes like this,” you pull your arm back and make a fist, “as if he’s about to deck someone.”

“That’s just my flight or fight response, darling. I won’t apologize for it.” Tom quipped.

“But you always choose fight!” You laugh. “Do you know how many times I’ve seen him about to punch a clump of hair?” You said to the camera.

“It looks like a spider! Your hair is all over the damn flat and it looks like a spider.” Tom brought up a common argument you two had.

“Okay, but why are you trying to punch a spider?” You defended.

“That’s an excellent question, my love, that I do not know the answer to.” Tom said with a smile and you double over laughing at the stupid argument. “Can you imagine walking into our home and seeing me about to punch a spider?” He chokes out through his laughter.

“Wait,” you wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself before giggling again, “remember that one time with the wind-“

“Don’t mention the wind chimes!” He cuts you off, which makes you laugh harder. “We swore to never speak of that day.”

“You swore.” You pointed out. “I just kept apologizing to the man.”

“Next question.” Tom said quickly. “When and where did we meet?”

“We met on the set of BBC Radio 1, in the studio when we filmed the Plank All Over Me challenge last year.” You recalled with a fond smile.

“Awww. I remember that.” Tom smiled at the memory and leaned over to kiss you. “Look at us now.”

“I know. You’re bald and I’m cheating on you with Ryan Reynolds.” You said with a dreamy expression.

“What was that?” Tom pretended not to hear you.

“I said where was our first date?” You read the next question.

“Oh, we went to that ice cream shop in Soho and got milkshakes.” Tom remembered the first time you’d gone out together.

“Tom told me he wanted to take me out for a drink but didn’t want me to think he was trying to get me drunk, so he took me out for milkshakes.” You recalled to the camera with a fond smile. “I thought that was so cute when you told me.”

“I’m glad you thought me being a massive nerd was cute.” Tom chuckled and you kissed his cheek repeatedly.

“It worked didn’t it? You got me.” You cooed.

“That’s right. I got you.” He smiled proudly and kissed you again, pulling you close. You rested your head on Toms shoulder for the remainder of the video.

“Where and when was our first kiss?” He asked.

“Our first kiss was in your bedroom after I beat you in a game of Wii tennis.” You said proudly.

“That’s right.” He grinned. “The first of many.”

“Just kidding. We’ve been together ten months and have not kissed since that day.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“We kissed twice in this video alone.” Tom pointed out.

“Sounds false.” You shrugged and felt his shoulders move under your head as he laughed.

“Anyway, Y/n was going crazy over winning and rubbing it in my face and I just grabbed her and kissed her.” Tom reminisced about the moment you had first kissed.

“I still don’t know if he actually wanted to kiss me or he just wanted to shut me up.” You joked.

“I don’t know that either darling.” Tom chuckled.

“Thank God.” You laughed. “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

“I did, about four weeks in.” Tom nodded as he did the math in his head. “But I knew I loved you long before that.”

“Aw.” You beamed. “I still haven’t said it.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“She’s just kidding.” Tom assured the camera. You shook your head and mouthed “no.” Tom caught your reaction and pretended to tear up.

“I’m kidding.” You giggled and pulled him into a hug. “I love you.”

“Okay.” Tom let out a pretend breath of relief. “I was worried for a minute there.”

“Aw, no.” You bit your tongue between your teeth. “What’s the next question?”

“What’s my shoe size?” He asked.

“Huge. What’s my favorite song lyric?” You continued.

“So we’re gonna ignore that last answer?” Tom looked at the camera in fear. “Okay. You love the lyrics “so why don’t we go somewhere only we know?” and they always make you cry.”

“Do you remember why I love that song?” You asked him. “I told you on our first date.”

“Because it makes you think of Bridge to Terabithia.” He knew the answer immediately.

“Yes.” You smiled warmly at the thought of your favorite childhood movie. “Nothing crushes us.” You quoted.

“I haven’t seen that in so long.” Tom realized. “Can we watch it when we get home?”

“Of course we can. I’m always down to see Josh Hutcherson.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask your next question.”

“Do you think Josh Hutcherson is better than me?” Tom pretended to read the question off the screen.

“Well, he survived the Hunger Games with nothing but baking skills and you died when some dude snapped his fingers, so I think the question answers itself.” You said.

“It wasn’t some dude, it was a titan.” Tom defended. “And Peeta was lying on the floor for half the Games. I actually fought.”

“Look at the material.” You shrugged.

“I can’t stand you. Ask your question.” Tom laughed.

“What did I wear on our first date?” You read. “Who remembers that?” You asked the camera.

“You had on a dark red turtleneck and a little black skirt.” Tom recalled and you looked impressed. “Your hair was half up half down and curled and you had a little black ribbon in it.” He smiled.

“I guess Tom remembers that.” You said with an approving nod.

“How could I forget? You were the prettiest girl in that ice cream shop.” He complimented you.

“I was also the only girl who wasn’t 7.” You pointed out.

“Wait, I think that was our last question.” Tom realized as he tried to scroll down but couldn’t anymore. “I guess that’s it. Thanks for watching our Couples Tag with Buzzfeed.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“Can we go home and watch Bridge to Terabithia now?” You asked as you rubbed his arm.

“Yes, lets go home.” He grinned.

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His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Seven

<-Previous Chapter

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Y/N walks into the Great Hall and sits down next to Hannah, who is sitting across from Darren. They're both talking with Cedric Diggory and a brunette girl named Laurie.

"How are you so sure you're going to win Cedric?" Darren asks the older wizard.

"I've got faith in myself, D," Cedric answers, throwing a small piece of broccoli at his friend," And besides, that Potter ain't half bad, so either one of us can easily take the win for Hogwarts."

"I, for one, don't doubt that Cedric," Y/N chimes in, taking a few fries from Darren's plate. She's  quick to avoid his hand swatting hers away.

"Thanks Fawley," the dark-haired boy smiles at her.

They continue to chat about the tournament. The boys even mention Fleur Delacour and the other Beauxbaton ladies and how 'pretty' and 'hot' they are compared to the girls at Hogwarts. This results in Hannah leaning over from across the table to smack Darren with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" Darren whines, rubbing at the top of his head.

"Beauxbaton girls are prettier than the girls here at Hogwarts huh?" Hannah scowls at the boy.

His face falls, "I-I was only joking, Hannah."

"Sure you were," she gets up from her seat, "Come on, Fawley. Let's go someplace where no gits are around to open their stupid mouths."

Y/N takes Darren's whole plate of fries and follows Hannah out the hall. They hear him trying to apologize to Hannah, but they're already halfway out the door.

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The girls sit on one of the window sills near their next class as they munch on the stolen fried potatoes.

"So, since you're doing better after that incident with Pansy," Hannah speaks, "Maybe now we can talk about what happened at the Yule Ball?"

"Why? What happened at the Yule Ball?" Y/N knows what her friend is talking about, she just  doesn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fawley," the blonde points a fry at her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hell, the whole bloody school knows what I'm talking about!"

Y/N bangs her head against the concrete behind her, which was a stupid idea considering her still fairly new head injury. What the fuck is your beef with your own head? "So you saw it then?" she mumbles quietly.

"Well, when you kiss Draco Malfoy in the middle of the bloody dance floor," Hannah says sarcastically, "Anyone, or rather, everyone present in the room will obviously see it. In this case, half our school and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, happened to be present in the room," she grins at her.

"Okay but that's not true," she tries to defend, "Technically, he kissed me. Not the other way around."

Hannah laughs, "Doesn't matter who kissed who first. What matters is that students and staff saw it, and now you two are the biggest gossip around here. On top of that-"

"There's more?" Y/N groans.

"Yes," Hannah nods, "Pansy Parkinson has been bad mouthing you any chance she gets."

Seriously? When is she ever going to stop with this attitude of hers?

"Speaking of, how's your head feeling?"

"Physically, the cut on my head is healing; but with all that's been going on, my brain cells are about to run away to South Korea just to escape my thoughts."

Hannah gives her a sympathetic smile, "What are your thoughts, anyway?"

"About what exactly?" Y/N prompts.

"Malfoy."

She groans, "Ugh where do I even start?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Hannah says sarcastically, "Maybe from the beginning?"

So Y/N does exactly that. She explains to Hannah that she and Malfoy have been friends since second year and how they both agreed to keep it a secret, "...but that's the thing! We promised each other to be friends only behind closed doors and then he goes and takes me to the ball and kisses me."

"It sounds to me that he's got it bad for you," Hannah smirks.

"I highly doubt he's 'got it bad' for me, Hannah," she uses air quotes to emphasize her point.

"Let's look at the facts then, shall we?" she leans forward with her elbows on her textbook and her hands interlaced, "You said that you've been friends in secret for years. In said years, you two flirted back and forth with each other and he's always touchy feely with you. He's probably been in love with you from the beginning! Maybe, he finally got the courage to show his feelings for you and thought that the Yule Ball was the perfect opportunity to do it."

Y/N scoffs nervously, "You could join the Major Investigation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America with that investigative thinking of yours," she babbles, trying to deflect what her friend is implying.

"That is not my point and you know it," Hannah says sternly, "With all that denying of yours, I'd say you've got it just as bad as Malfoy does."

"You ladies talking about me?" a familiar voice says.

"Absolutely not," Hannah quickly replies.

Y/N turns her head and sees Draco Malfoy towering over them with a smirk on his face.

"You sure about that, Abbott? Cuz I definitely heard my name," he utters cockily.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Hannah retorts. Y/N is choosing to stay silent, both in embarrassment and not wanting to talk after what her friend just told her.

"I think if it's me you're gossiping about, I have the right to eavesdrop."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she rolls her eyes then pulls her friend up by the arm, "Let's go Y/N, we'll be late for class."

"Hey! I'm in this class too, Abbott," Draco follows the girls.

"And I care because...?" Hannah prompts as she walks faster.

He slows his pace and semi-yells, "Because that's my girlfriend you're dragging all the way there."

The girls stop dead in their tracks. Some students bump into them and some curse them for blocking the way. Hannah slowly turns around to face the Slytherin, "What did you just say?"

"Oh fuck," Y/N mutters under her breath before turning around as well.

"You heard me, Abbott," the boy says, his eyes flickering to Y/N's. A smug smirk permanently plastered on his face, "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

She nervously meets Hannah's wide-eyed expression, "Yeah, uhh... small detail I forgot to mention?"

"Small detail?!" the other girl exclaims, "Y/N this is huge!"

"Hannah, please," Y/N rolls her eyes, "It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal my arse," Hannah grins, "I knew you've both got it bad. Turns out it's officially happening already."

"Can we just get to class?" Y/N groans.

"Fine."

The trio walk into Potions. The girls sit at their usual table with two other Hufflepuffs. On the other side of the room, Draco sits with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Snape is leaning on his desk, arms folded and face stoic as ever. If he dislikes his job so much, why not just quit? Y/N thinks.

The professor clears his throat, "Today, I will be teaching you about what can be considered the most powerful and most dangerous potion in the world; amortentia. Can anyone tell me what it is?" He scans the room full of bored students, "Mr. Nott."

"Amortentia is a love potion, professor. It can cause extreme infatuation or obsession from whoever drinks it," Theo answers confidently.

"And what is peculiar about it's scent?" Snape looks to the other side of the room, "Miss Fawley?"

Y/N looks up from her notes, "The scent is different for each person. Amortentia will smell like whatever the person is most attracted to."

"Would you like to tell us what you smell?" the professor says, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the class.

"Sure, I guess," Y/N nods hesitantly. She gets up from her table and walks up to the front. Using her hand, she waves it over the cauldron and breathes in. "I smell apples, mint and... cologne?" A familiar snicker can be heard from one of the tables. Immediately, Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Interesting," Professor Snape hums, although his tone far from interested, "Please take your seat, Miss Fawley. Now, all of you are to brew this potion. I expect perfection and nothing less. Remember, amortentia is quite a dangerous potion, so don't ingest it. No fooling around. Anyone who fails to act properly will receive a month's detention."

The students nod, and a few 'yes, professor's' are muttered.

"You may begin."

Y/N grabs a cauldron while Hannah gathers the ingredients. They place the items back on their table and start going through the instructions.

"So," Hannah nudges Y/N's shoulder, "Apples and cologne, huh?" she smirks at her.

"Oh shut it, Abbott."

The blonde simply giggles, "Come on. Loosen up will you? At least you smelled your actual boyfriend, and not some other guy. That would've been completely awkward and embarrassing if what you described was antique rooms, firewood and Quidditch broomsticks, like Harry Potter's scent."

"Hannah, why in the world would I smell Harry Potter?" Y/N asks, extremely confused.

"Have you forgotten the beginning of second year?" Hannah raises an eyebrow at her, "I swear every single night you wouldn't shut up about him in our dorm."

Y/N takes a second to ponder, "Oh, right! I mean, Harry did look really cute that year," the girls both laugh but cut off by a tall man in a black cape.

"Is this laughter a product of working, ladies?" Snape's deep monotone voice rings in their ears. When the girls don't answer, he continues, "That's what I thought. Get back to the task. Next time, I will be deducting points."

"Sorry, Professor," Y/N mumbles. Snape glares at the two one last time before moving on to another table to pick on other students.

"Alright then. Let's finish this potion, shall we?" Hannah goes to add some rose thorns into the cauldron.

They finish the rest of the steps in silence and pretty soon, the smell of apples, mint and cologne surrounds Y/N's senses. "What do you smell, Hannah?"

"I smell... old books, red cedar and fudge. Ugh, of course even when I'm annoyed at him, he's still the one that I smell," Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Darren?" Y/N chuckles.

"You called?" Darren appears from behind them.

"Go back to smelling your 'hot' Beauxbaton girls, moron," Hannah repulses.

"Hey!I already said I was joking," he replies with an apologetic look.

Y/N watches the two, trying her best not to laugh at her friends. She turns away from them and spots Draco punching Zabini's arm and laughing. It seems as though Zabini pretended to guzzle down the potion and acted all lovey-dovey towards Goyle. Draco's gaze meets hers and he gives her a knowing wink. She smiles at him then sees Snape appear beside the Slytherin boys. Y/N turns back to her friends, knowing Zabini is definitely receiving that month's detention.

"That boy just knows exactly how to get to a girl's heart," Hannah says sarcastically. Darren has retreated back to his table and is purposefully avoiding the blonde girl's death glare.

"What even happened?" Y/N asks.

"He's just been a real git these last couple of days," Hannah sighs, "Saying all the wrong things all the time. I don't know if he's not interested in me anymore or he's just stupid, or both," she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin on her hand.

"I say he's just stupid," she smiles and puts a hand on Hannah's shoulder, "I'm sure Darren will come to his senses."

"Thanks," Hannah smiles back.

"It appears all of you have finished," Snape announces, "But because you all took your precious time brewing the potion, class is now ending," he gives pointed looks at each table, "Take an empty bottle and label them with your names. You will pour the potion into the bottle and place it on my desk. I will assess and grade them after class. You're all dismissed."

The students do as they're told and place their amortentia potions on Snape's desk. Y/N and Hannah walk towards the exit then they hear a voice call out, "Fawley, wait up!"

They turn and see Draco and his friends catching up with them.

"What?" Y/N asks, already bored of the conversation she knows the topic of.

Draco stops right in front of her with a grin on his face, "Just wanted to know what you smelt from the amortentia."

She rolls her eyes, "You already know what it was."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again," he smirks.

Y/N scoffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "You wanna hear how I smelt firewood and Harry's shampoo?" she smirks back at him.

"Ooh burn," Goyle says from behind Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Draco elbows him in the stomach. Goyle mumbles a sorry before Draco turns back to Y/N, "That wasn't funny."

"Really?" she bats her eyelids up at him innocently, "I think it was quite hilarious."

Draco grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He leans down to her ear and whispers, "I think you should watch it, sweetheart."

Despite the heat rising in Y/N's cheeks from their closeness and the fact that their friends are seeing their obvious tension, she replies, "No, I don't think I will," she moves out of his grasp, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. She winks at him then walks away, Hannah following close behind.

Draco just stands there, dumbfounded. Just when I think I have the upper hand... he smiles to himself.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" Zabini jokes.

He just glares at Zabini, but inside he's thinking: Yes. She really does.

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Next Chapter->

[northcarolinanative]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐝

Requested by Anon from this prompt list: OMG I love your "Lighthouse" imagine so much!! Can you do #30 and #31 with JJ?

#30 “It’s your turn to make dinner.”/ #31 “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

A/N: Hi Idk if this is exactly what you wanted, I also changed the wording of the prompt a Lil bit because it fit better and was more natural. This was so hard because I have ZERO ideas on how to write JJ as any form of a da, so coming up with a scenario to fit these in was hard. (JJ needs a lot of work before he’s ready to be a dad tbh) ALSO isn’t REALLY edited so sorry for that… I kina don’t like it but I REALLY hope you all enjoy it As always my Asks/requests/messages are open! So let me know what you think :) 

It was a typical day for me, babysitting my sister’s kid. It was a small price to pay for letting me stay, rent-free in her home. I was new to Kildare Island, a fresh start was incredibly necessary after some less than pleasant rumors of me had spread around my previous high school. My parents thought that it might be best that I give myself a change of scenery. What better to help my mental health than distance and salty air right? Her daughter had grown comfortable around me, which made watching them much simpler. 

I did get some free time on Fridays or the weekend when my brother-in-law or my sister were off work. It allowed me to make friends with a group of surfers that I met on the beach one afternoon. They called themselves ‘the pogues’, telling me all about the rivalry that controlled the island, to which I rolled my eyes laughing. JJ scolded me, “It’s very serious y/n.” The beach meetups turned into us hanging out by a fire in John B’s backyard, boneyard parties, and long Saturdays stretched on the HMS Pogue with a cold beer. 

I loved all the pogues, but the relationship between JJ and I always seem to be different. We shared a few knowing glances that turned into lingering touches or two of us almost always engaging in sexually charged jokes when we were on the boat. We spent the most time together outside of the group, meeting up for ‘private surf lessons’ or a bite of food at the Wreck to surprise Kie. I had yet to tell any of them why I was in the Outer Banks other than shrugging and vaguely replying with “Something different.” Pope always joked saying that I was a mystery girl with a troubled past. While he was partially right, I feel like in all their minds it was much more theatrical than the truth. 

I was bouncing Luna, my sister’s daughter, on my hip as I waited for her food to be heated up. My phone rang on the counter, making me jump at the noise. I glanced at the goofy picture if JJ smiling. He had taken it himself at a boneyard party after a few too many tequila shots. I swiped my finger over the answer button and held it to my ear. 

“Hello Maybank, what’s up?” I said, the smile evident in my voice. 

“I was thinking we could have dinner together tonight?” He asked over the phone. “John B and Pope have some college things to work on and Kie is working with her dad.” He stated, letting me know that it was just going to be us. 

“Well, it is your turn to cook dinner.” I joked. We went back and forth, one of us getting or making the food for our time spent together, mostly it was when my family went out of town or were having their own beach days. “And I am rather exhausted” I laughed, hearing JJ sigh on the other end of the phone.

“How about I just grab a pizza and head over to your place?” He posed the question. It wasn’t that I didn’t want JJ to come over. I missed my friends since I had last seen them. My sister had always said as long as I was watching the kids she didn’t mind that I had a few visitors during the day, but I felt like it would be taking advantage of her generosity. 

“You wanna come here, to my house?” I finally responded, my voice higher than normal. 

JJ’s tone shifted immediately. “I mean I thought so, You aren’t embarrassed by me are you?” He was trying to play his question off as a joke with the awkward laugh he let out following it, but I could hear the slight hurt behind it. 

“No. No.” I said quickly trying to do damage control. “I just gotta clean up a little is all,” I spoke, but mentally facepalmed at my choice of excuse. 

“Be there in 20?” JJ asked 

“Sounds good to me, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” With that our phone conversation was over. I set Luna down in her high chair letting her play with her toys as I did clean up the day’s mess around the kitchen and living room. I also sent a quick text to my sister letting her know that we were having a visitor. 

I was wiping down the kitchen as JJ made his entrance known. “So I’m thinking we down this pizza while we watch-” He boomed, stopping when his eyes landed on Luna. He froze and his eyes went wide as he looked between me and the young child in the high chair. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at the scene unfolding in front of me.

JJ took a stutter step back. “Is she-” He started but quickly changed his statement. “I- I didn’t know you had a kid.” He let out a deep breath.

It was at that point that I began laughing. JJ laughed a little too but it was obviously an awkward and confused laugh. “That’s because I don’t.”  I saw the look of relief wash over his face and his normal bright smile settle onto his face. “This,” I walked over to Luna, rubbing the top of her head comfortingly, “is Luna, she’s my niece. I watch her during the week while her parents are at work.” 

“That makes so much sense.” He said walking over to the table and setting down the box of pizza. I followed JJ and getting out plates and napkins. 

“It’s good to know where you stand with kids though.” I laughed. 

“It was a surprise.” He joked back. “Look it’s not your kid, so lay off okay. I feel terrible about my freak out, I was just surprised.” He said voice getting serious with his remorse. 

I almost felt bad, for continuing joking with him, but not enough to stop. We began divvying up pizza slices. I place mine to the side and began cutting Lunas into small bite-sized pieces. “Surprised?” I asked JJ, “You don’t think I’m mother material?” My tone still light as I did and awkward motion referencing to myself, causing JJ to laugh. Seeing his smile made me feel better about the awkward situation. 

“I mean you are the ‘mystery girl’” He referenced using air quotes. “So I didn’t know if that might have been why you were running from home. I was gonna hand it to you though, I was gonna say you hid it awfully well.” He said, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “I was also going to tell you that you didn’t have to hide things from me because you can trust me.” 

I snapped my head up toward JJ as he finished his sentence. The stupid smile on my face probably said it all. I let an “Awe JJ” fall from my mouth as I took in his words and pulled him into a  crushing hug. He let his arms wrap around me as one hand rested on the back of my head comfortingly. My head was laid on his chest throughout the hug, meaning could hear his still racing heartbeat and smiled to myself, knowing that I had that effect on JJ.

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Summer is Almost Gone

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1565 Warnings: Angst, fluff. Some cursing, I guess. Just exes bumping into each other and some nostalgia. Summary: Reader finds Tim where she least expected. A/N: Another Lana Del Rey inspired one, but mostly because of the feeling of nostalgia “White Dress” gives. Tried to not make it super sad. Hope you guys like it.

→ “You’re coming, right?” ← “Yeah, I’m going, Marcel. It’s just us, right?” → “Just you and I and Fabian and a couple of our friends.” ← “Cool, I’ll be there in 10.”

She did arrive there in ten. But what was supposed to be a get together between her, Marcel and a few friends turned out to be a full blown house party. Some rapper that she has heard Marcel listening to before was blasting on the speakers, people were already intoxicated, couple were making out, and dancing bodies were tightly pressed together crowded his living room that it took her almost five minutes to make her way from the front door to Marcel’s kitchen.

She finds Fabian sitting on the counter, drowning in a beer and talking to Shotzi. “Oh my god, you came!” Shotzi exclaims, hugging her.

“Ugh, I did. Missed you much, girlie.” she hugs Shotzi back, before turning to Fabian. “Dude, what’s going on? Marcel said it was going to be just us.”

“You know how he is, this was just a ploy to invite that new girl he is head over heels for.”

“Ah, of course. Did she actually come?”

“Yeah...” Fabian answered with a slight embarrassed tone to his voice, raising his eyebrows and scratching the back of his head.

“Ok, that face tells me he’s somewhere with her already. Anyways, love you guys but I’m going to head out a bit. It’s way too crowded here.”

“See ya later, babe.” Shotzi yelled over and got a blown kiss in return.

She made her way to the backyard, hoping the swing set she helped Marcel build was still free. It was a typical end of summer night. The days got darker earlier, the hot day air slowly turning to a chilly night breeze. To her surprise, the backyard was empty besides one figure sitting on the left bench of the swing set.

Tim.

They haven’t seen nor talked to each other in four years, after she signed with WWE and things ended in a rocky path for the both of them.

He sat in her favourite bench, the one Marcel made sure to paint purple and write her name on.

Tim had his head bowed down, but from the little she could see, he looked older, the same tired expression he always had, hair cut short, beard full like she always asked him to let it grow. He was sporting his navy-blue dickies and the long sleeved Black Flag shirt she loved so much. He looked beautiful. Taking in the sight in front of her, she couldn’t help but think about how much she missed him, how much she still loved him.

As he raised his head to take another swig of his beer, he saw her standing there with a tiny amused smiled on her face.

“Dove, hey!” his strong voice boomed and he instantly regretted calling her by the pet name he used during their relationship. “I’m sorry, force of habit.”

“It’s fine, Tim. You know I don’t mind.” she told him as he got up to greet her, torn between a handshake or a hug. They ended up hugging, a little awkwardly in the beginning, but quickly getting used to the other’s touch once again.

“Why is your name written in the swing?” Tim asked, laughing.

“Marcel and I were talking about our childhood one day and we found out we both had this obsession with swings. He decided to get one and I helped him build it. So, he painted it and wrote my name on it so, and I quote, ‘everyone knows this place is mine’.” she smiled at the memory.

“So, I think it’s only fitting for you to sit here, ma’am.”

They sat side by side, engulfed by awkward silence, nervously drinking their beers. Tim decided to break the silence.

“How’s everything going?”

“It’s fine.”

“Dove, c’mon. We haven’t talked to each other in four years. You have nothing new to tell me?” Tim pressed on.

When she looked at him, he had the same look of adoration in his eyes he always had when he asked her to talk about her day, or when she watched an interesting movie and decided to tell him its plot. That brought her back the safe feeling she had whenever they were together. So, she told him, told him how the transition was, how much she learned on NXT, the plans they had for her to hold the championship and how her life was going in general.

Tim couldn’t do anything besides stare at her. He took in her figure, thinking about how the years apart did her wonders, thinking about how she was always the most beautiful woman in the world to him and how she looks even more beautiful now. He thought about how he missed the way she would move her hands while she talked excitedly about a subject, or how she would bite her bottom lip when she needed to concentrate or remember a word, or the way she would scrunch her nose when she made a crappy joke. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he missed her, how much he missed these little things that she did, and how even after so long, they hadn’t changed. He couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid he was to break things up so abruptly. He got back to the real world after hearing her call his name.

“So, you finally accepted it and gave in to the dark side, right Tim?”

“Well, I’m old and I needed to at least end my career in a good place, so why not?” he answered, knowing what was coming.

“Oh for fuck sake, Timothy. You’re not old, sto–“

“I miss you, dove. I miss you so much” he interrupted her.

It caught her off guard, the feelings she suppressed for years rising up once again. She battled with herself for a few seconds but allowed herself to show her vulnerable side to him.

“I miss you too, you have no idea how these four felt like to me.” her voice was quiet, soft, almost a whisper.

“I am so, so sorry for being such a prick to you and ending things how I did. Just know that I was always happy for you and that your dreams came true.”

“I know.” she nodded, holding herself together so the tears that was at bay wouldn’t spill.

“Come here.” he took her hand and pulled her to his lap. Tim held her tight, as close as he could, almost making themselves one. He sensed the tears coming and kissed her. Kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and her lips, one by one, begging her not to cry. Apologising for all the hurt he made her go through.

“I know,” she sobbed, “you have no idea how many times I thought about this, about seeing you again.”

“Me too, dove. I dreamed about coming back to you countless times.”

He kept holding her as she laid her head on his shoulder, her nose touching the crook of his neck. They enjoyed their presences in silence, the only noises heard were the distant sound of the party and the squeaking of the swing as Tim rocked them both back and forth.

She lifted her hand, scratching his head the way she knew he liked and kissed his neck. Breaking their little moment, she asked “What are you doing here, anyway? You hate these things.”

“Marcel said he was having a little dinner get together with me and three other people. I haven’t been around for a while, so I thought ‘why not?’”

She started laughing and Tim looked at her confused.

“What?”

“Marcel is a fucking idiot. He did all of this because he wanted to ask this girl out. He probably told her he was throwing a party and needed an excuse for us to come.”

“He didn’t change one bit, huh?

“Nope!”

“Have you even seen him after you arrived?” Tim asked.

“Not really, I met Fabian and Shotzi and Fabian said he disappeared with the girl. I texted him saying I had arrived and came out here because I’m not in the mood to deal with whatever is going on inside.”

“Me too.”

“Tim, you are never in the mood for these.”

“Wow.” he looked at her with a fake shocked face. “You’re right as always.”

They looked at each other, lose smiles on both of their faces.

“I still love you, you know that. Right, doll?”

“I still love you too. Very, very much.” she told him between pecks on his lips, to which he grabbed the opportunity to turn into a kiss. A slow but powerful kiss, that was filled with missing, with four years of unresolved feelings, filled with regret but also filled with hope for new beginnings. Tim pecked her lips several times after the kiss ended, making her smile once again.

“Sooo...” he began

“So...?”

“Do you wanna get out of here? There is this lebanese place near my apartment that I think you would like.”

“Oh god, yes! I’m starving.”

And they left, hand in hand, in a silent agreement that this time nothing was getting on their way.

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green is not only the colour of leaf

A/N: another florist harry content for the quarantine time! thank you for all the lovely responses on my previous post. hope you’ll like this one too. happy reading and for those who are celebrating, ramadhan mubarak! :D

TW: strong language, slight mention of death.

[florist!h went on a date and Y/N is mildly protective]

It's been months since Harry’s first visit to Y/N’s parents’ grave. For the following visits, at times, he will join her if he finds that the flower shop is barren from customers but not without asking her first. For her, his company is rather nice, a complete contrast to her usual silent walk to the graveyard.

It was quite awkward to have him during their first visit together since after knowing him for years, that is the first time ever he got to meet her parents. Not to mention that he is meeting with the representation of her parents: two marble headstones, instead of actual human beings. Not really an ideal way of introducing your parents to someone.

But after couple more visits, having Harry tagging along during the visit is a part of the routine. It becomes something that she is familiar with, very contrary to the newfound feelings that she has for him. That is something that she is not familiar with. Yet.

Their time together has been fine until the feelings becomes somewhat a knot and the butterflies start to flutter in her stomach. In the beginning, she blames it on the shop. Harry’s flower shop is tucked at the corner lot without any tall buildings surrounding it and has big glass windows covering majority of the shop which allows the sunlight to permeate from almost every corner of the shop.

The interior seems to be almost always bathed in natural glow of sunlight, creating a welcoming ambience. Thus, anywhere he is in the shop, she watches how the sunlight falls over his skin and highlights parts of his face in a pretty shimmer. With his laughs, soft curls, stupid jokes and accent, it’s hard to stop the knot from unravelling defiantly. The only thing that she can do is to slow it down. Maybe at this point, she needs to stop blaming the shop.

“So, how’s our plan tonight?” she asks the lads with the attempt to distract herself from her thoughts. In the shop, Harry is recutting flowers stems on the work table and Niall is rearranging some new arrivals in the cooler.

“I’m still up for it but Harry won’t be joining us.” She hears Niall says followed by the sound of the cooler being closed. She is about to go back on her phone when she heard the last part and the butterflies in her stomach seems to be flying low by then.

They were planning on having a movie night at Harry’s place later that night. She is excited because she got to finally spend some times with her friends and it is also a much needed escape from writing. Plus, it’s her turn to pick the movie that they are going to watch and she had chosen a horror story just to mess with both of them, especially Harry since he doesn’t like watching anything scary.

So, to hear that he is not going to be with them is a bummer. She thought that everyone’s schedule is clear? The last time she checked, everyone has agreed on spending the night together and that is why she is giving Niall a quizzical look but he doesn’t notice the look on her face because he is walking towards Harry.

Her eyes follow his movements from the cooler until he stands besides Harry. And when he starts to put one arm around the curly headed lad’s shoulders, she is getting more confused. “Wai – what?”

“Yeah. Apparently, someone has a date tonight,” Niall says in a sing song tone of voice as he pulls Harry close. On Harry’s face, there is a small smile forming. In her stomach, the butterflies seem to stop moving all together. A date?

The information somehow triggers a tinge of bitterness to appear in her mouth and tighten her chest. Shaking it off, she tries her best to play it cool. “Oh? Is that so, Eroda boy?” She can only hope that the nickname that she usually uses when teasing him and the wriggling of her eyebrows mask what she is feeling inside. Looking at it, there is no way that she is jealous. Nonsense.

There’s an accompanying blush on his cheeks now as he nods his head and scratches his ear.

“You… you didn’t tell me?” she asks playfully but the frown that appears on her face is deceiving. She didn’t mean to sound demanding but she kind of feel left out on the news. From across the room, Harry reads her face and this is the first time that they locked eyes since the beginning of the conversation.

There is something a bit off about her tone he noticed. The way she looks around the shop also shows that she is purposefully avoiding his gaze. But he thinks that there is nothing better than telling her the truth right then and there. “Um… It’s sort of a last minute date. Sorry that I didn’t tell both of you sooner.”

He is stuttering through his words a bit, looking back and forth between Y/N and Niall. She is not sure if it’s because he feels bad about not telling her sooner or because he is already nervous thinking about the date. Not wanting to make him feel bad for something that is not even a big deal, she waves him off with a grin. “Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

She then exhales loudly, looking down at her hands which makes Harry and Niall turns to her simultaneously.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks with a very concern look on his face.

“Nothing,” she shrugs then shifts her gaze to both of them, “It’s just that I’ve planned on scaring the shit out of you guys with the new horror movie. Guess, it’s just Niall tonight then?”

“Oh, hell no! No no no. I’m going to be picking up what we’re gonna watch tonight,” he protests, sliding off his arm from Harry’s shoulders and crossing both arms in front of his chest. Harry lets out a loud laugh at his sudden outburst and Y/N tries to stifle her own laughter by biting inside of her cheek.

She still taste the bitterness at the back of her mouth and decides that it is wise to shift her thoughts. When their laughter subsides, she immediately asks Niall, “Are we still going to go to Harry’s?”  

“Can we still go to yours?” Niall turns to ask Harry. It’s not like they live too far apart but Niall does have a good reason when he says that Harry’s place is better. The last time they went to Niall’s, the three of them ended up cramped in front of his laptop and the worst part is that he had no speaker so they ended up reading subtitles instead of watching the movie. And she doesn’t suggest her own place either since she hasn’t cleaned up her place just yet to let people come and hang around.

“Yeah, of course,” Harry answers his question with a shrug before Niall walks off to answer the ringing phone on the counter. Harry then looks at Y/N with pleading eyes and pursing lips, “Um… I also need your help with something.”

Despite his large frame, tattooed body (which is intimidating), he can be such a softie at times and the look on his face makes the butterflies in her flutter once more. “Anything for you, darling,” she says, exaggerating the pet name which in returns make him blush even more.

As soon as the bitter taste in her mouth reappears, she quickly swallows it. Even though she knows well that some of the Harry’s words are going to fall on her deaf ears and her mouth might taste bitter for the third or fourth times that day, she still asks, “So… who is this lucky lady that get to date this handsome friend of mine?”

//

“Just so you know,” Niall says, hands reaching out to the popcorn bowl on the coffee table and continues, “m’not sharing.” The popcorn bowl now sits well on his lap and one of his arms is holding onto the bowl.

Y/N scoffs and rolls her eyes seeing him hogging the bowl of popcorn to himself but she doesn’t do it with spite because that’s just how he is. Niall is always quite generous with other things, but not food. “Since when do you ever share, Niall? Hmm?” she jokes which earns her a kick on the side of the couch that she is sitting on.

They started the movie night a bit late after spending the first one hour helping Harry on what to wear on his date. If she is to be honest, he doesn’t really need any fashion advice since he is better than her when it comes to picking out outfit either for everyday look or for special occasions.

But he insisted on her help because to quote him, “It’s different, Y/N! At least you can tell me straight away what a girl like to see on a guy during first date!” to which she replied, “A good personality is enough, H. And I’m pretty sure you got that covered.” He had been pacing in front of her for a good minute and she was positive if he didn’t stop any sooner, there’s going to be a hole in the living room rug.

As if he knew that she wanted him to stop pacing, he stopped for a moment in front of her and without warning engulfed her in a big hug. But of course, after he said thank you, he was still worried on what to wear which left her no choice but to comply to his request.

“Which one do you think is okay?” he asked Y/N who was preparing their movie night snacks in the kitchen with Niall. He was standing under the archway that separates the living room and the kitchen holding two outfits in the air. On one hand, he had a dark blue velvet single-breasted jacket with black dress pants and on the other hand, he had brown double-breasted suit.

“The brown one looks nice,” she commented before continuing to rummage the cabinet for popcorn box.

“Yeah. Gotta agree with her,” Niall chimed in after eyeing at the brown suit.

With that, Harry skipped to his room bringing along the outfits and a cheerful smile on his face. While he gets changed, both of them settled themselves in front of the television in the living room.

“What movie do you wanna watch?”

She flips through the list of movies on screen, deciding to let Niall pick what they are going to watch that night. Since Harry is not there with them, she doesn’t find the idea of watching horror movie just to see them get scared is entertaining anymore. She could have a good laugh looking at Niall’s scared faces or listening to him scream after a jump scare alone but the thought is not as appealing.

Truth is, she keeps on drifting back to the thought of Harry having a date that night. He is indeed going to walk out that door looking dapper as hell and have a nice dinner with a girl (who she doesn’t remember anything about despite him telling her earlier that day except for her name which is Kate). Of course he is going to be a total gentleman too, that’s just how he is. She doesn’t know why she cares so much. It’s not something of her concern anyways.

Her wondering is then stopped by Niall’s suggestion to watch Step Brothers.

Half an hour into the movie, she is having a good laugh while Niall guffaws at almost everything that is happening on the screen and she can now understand why this is the twelfth time he watches the movie. It’s plain dumb humour but it certainly is delivered well.

“Guys?” Harry’s voice distracts them from the ongoing movie. Both of them turns to see him adorning the brown double-breasted suit completed with a blue button down shirt underneath a purple sweater since the weather is cold. He also has a pair of loafers on and two rings on his fingers; a rose and a cigar band ring. “What do you think?”

“Looking good, Harold!” Niall compliments him before sinking back to the armchair where he is sitting. His focus is now back on the television and the popcorn on his lap.

“You really do look good though. Clean up well,” she says with a smile, resting her chin on the top part of the couch cushion, looking at him. Well, admiring him to be honest but she is quick enough to not let any feelings simmer inside of her by glancing back to the movie on screen.

“Thanks!” The proud smile on his face is evident and she feels happy for him but at the same time, the bitterness starts to creep in again. “Well, I’m leaving,” he informs while walking to the front door and grabbing the essentials before leaving. “Don’t set my house on fire!” he says before the door is closed.

Y/N plops back on the couch, taking all the spaces, head resting on the armrest. Her eyes follow the characters movements on the screen but she is not really paying any attention as soon as Harry left the flat. The sounds of Niall’s laughter and the movie are drowned by the question that she has in her head.

“Niall?” she calls out and he lets out a short hum.

She rolls her head to the side and eyeing him carefully. “Do you know who the girl is? Kate?” she finally asks.

“I mean, a bit, yeah. She’s working at one of the boutiques near our shop.” His eyes are still fixated to the screen.

“How do they know each other?” she questions further as the curiosity gets the best of her.

“We send flowers to their boutiques. Sometimes they help with their clients’ wedding orders so they come to our shop. Guess they bond through that,” he shrugs, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

She nods her head, listening and also thinking the possibility of Harry sharing his random flower fun facts with Kate while they are eating their dinner like how he always shares them with her. She grimaces at the thought. She is pretty sure that the girl is nice but Y/N is not ready to share that special thing with other people.

“Why’d you ask?” He shifts his gaze from the screen to her and hearing that, she turns her head away from him to look at the television.

“Nothing. Just curious,” she says, hiding away her flustered expression with a shrug.

“Are you jealous?” There a teasing tone in his voice and that is never a good sign.

She sputters. “M’not jealous.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Excuse me, Horan?” she quirks her eyebrow at him. “If anything, I’m just mildly protective.” She mentally facepalm herself, regretting her words. Maybe she shouldn’t have said the last part but it’s too late to take it back since Niall is having a good time teasing her.

“I’m just mildly protective,” he repeats with a mocking tone while snickering.

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” She rolls her eyes which sends Niall into a bursting laughter.

//

She stirs from her sleep when she heard the front door opening and closing. The movie has long finished and when she looks next to her, Niall is out cold on the armchair. She doesn’t even remember falling asleep.

“Hey. I thought you guys had left,” Harry greets her with a low voice. He makes his way to the couch with blazer folded in his arms.

Making a space for him to sit down on the couch, she sits up, tucking her knees close to her chest and head resting on the top cushion. “Hi. Nope. Seems like we’re going to crash here tonight.”

He nods his head. They sit next to each other in silence before Harry sighs, back resting against the couch as he lolls his head next to hers, eyes staring to the front. It’s not like they have never been close before. But there’s something about their foreheads almost touching, his tired green eyes and musky scent of his cologne that makes the knot in her unravel a tad bit fast.

“How’s the date going?” she asks, turning her head slightly to face him.

He blinks slowly before tilting his head to meet her eyes, “T’was… good.” Despite the positive denotation of the words, his uncertainty penetrates through his voice.

Her eyebrows knit together thinking what could possibly go wrong during the date? Y/N feels bad knowing that his date is not working out but not completely though and she knows that it is wrong to do so. She studies his face before asking, “Something’s wrong?”

His fingers rakes through his curls and he sighs once again. “Dunno. Maybe it’s my fault?” It must’ve been bugging him since he is looking down at his fingers, twisting and turning the two rings. A habit that shows he has a lot in his mind.

“What d’you mean?” At this point, she is very confused of what had happened that makes him overthinks but after listening to his story, she couldn’t help but giggle. Apparently, Kate drew a line when it comes to too much flower talk during first date.

Hearing her giggling, he turns to her, pulling a face with bottom lips jutting a bit. “That’s not nice.”

“Sorry, H. But you’re such a dork when it comes to flowers,” she coos before giggling even more. Niall stirs a little maybe because of her not so soft giggling and so does the bowl of unfinished popcorn on his lap. Not wanting to risk the unfinished popcorn to spill, she lowers her voice and covers her mouth to stop herself from making any more noises. 

Still pouting, Harry tries to defend himself. “Hey, I don’t know what to talk about okay? M’nervous,” he mumbles, looking away.

Y/N lifts her head and turn her body to him slightly so that her side lies on the back of the couch. She then reaches out to cup his face in her hands. She couldn’t help but smile at his childish behaviour. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry for laughing at you.”

This time, he is still wearing the same expression, but she recognises the playful glint in his eyes when they meet hers. “You’re just milking it at this point, H,” she says, squeezing his face before letting her hands fell into her lap.

He shakes his head, smiling with dimple full on display. He stares at the ceiling, his smile flattering when he speaks again, “I really thought that it’s going to work. She’s a very nice girl.”

She doesn’t know what pain her when he said that. Is it the fact that he really make an effort to get this girl and fail or that it is not her. “I bet she is. But maybe the next date you’re on it’ll be better?” She offers to soothe whatever doubt he has in his head.

“Perhaps.” He yawns, sinking further into the couch while clutching his blazer closer to his chest.  

She returns to her original position; sitting back on the couch, head lolling on the top cushion, she is gradually drifting away.

Harry’s voice suddenly makes its way to her ears causing her to flutter her sleepy eyes open only to see him staring at the ceiling. “Remember when you say I look good earlier?”

She snorts thinking how on brand it is for him to ask random things when she thought that he has gone to sleep. “Yeah?”

There’s a long pause and she thinks that he is probably just sleep talking.

Feeling her eyes are getting heavy with sleep, she’s about to close her eyes when he starts to open his mouth to speak again. “Let’s make a deal. If I’m not married by 36 and so do you, let’s marry each other.” He deadpans, looking at her face intently.

And she swears her brain and heart and every other organ in her body stops working. All the sleep in her eyes just now vanished into thin air and she is left speechless. It takes her few moments to come back to her senses. He couldn’t be serious. It must be his sleepy brain she tells herself but she answers him nonetheless.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Alright, then. Cause I definitely would,” he says giving her a soft smile before closing his eyes.

If there’s anyone who is sleeping tonight, it would be Harry. And also, Niall. She’s not sure about herself though because she is pretty sure the “deal” that they agreed on just now are going to keep her awake for quite a while.