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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Flirting, Teasing, Tension- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Kody: Requests are open and all that good shiz. Enjoy this story my dudes.

Warning: Cursing, Sexual themes, touchy touchy. Draco being mhm hawt and you being a badass.

House: Slytherin

Summary: Draco has been flirting with you relentlessly, but when Pansy gives you advice you give him a taste of his own medicine and then some and he cant handle it, neither can you too.

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You sighed and continue to scribble down notes, trying to ignore the Slytherin boy failing at getting your attention. “Psst L/n” he says in a low whisper. You ignore him again, hearing him groan. You think that’s the end of it, but when a paper swan lands on your desk, you knew it was him. You place your quill down next to your parchment and begin to unfold the swan.

As you undo the last fold, you look at the words and read them in your head ‘You look ravishing in that skirt today, but it would look better on my dorm room floor’ you let out a bitter chuckle. This guy just doesn’t quit. You turn in your chair to see Draco with his famous smirk plastered on his face. You lift the note and give him a innocent smile.

A spark of hope lights in his eyes before you rip it in half in front of him and flip him off, then it dies out. Leaving “What a git” you mumble and pick up your quill once more. You could hear his friends laughing at him abit, which was kinda funny.

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Sitting down next to Pansy you groaned “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” you questioned the brown haired girl

She peeks over your shoulder to see the Slytherin boy indeed smirking at you. “Yeah he is, what a creep” Pansy sneers before facing you again. “He’s still flirting with you right?”

You give her a nod as you take a bite of your food “I have an idea, but it might cost you your dignity” Pansy begins, turning your attention towards her “Flirt with him back”

You choke on your food and let out a cough “No, definitely not. Are you mental Pansy?” you asked as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Pansy rolls her eyes at your comment “Think about it, flirt with him as much as he does to the point where he is so annoyed with it to. A taste of his own medicine if you will” she says proudly.

You lean back in your seat and smirk thinking about it, it would stop him from his constant nagging. “Alright, i’ll do it”

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Free periods were one of your favorites, sitting down and reading a nice book was always a fun way to pass the time. You’d like to read in the courtyard while sitting on a bench. The fresh air was nice and calming today so you might as well right?

When you heard laugh, not just any laugh mind you. The laugh of a a stuck up rich boy, you knew there be trouble. Keeping your eyes at your book, you continued to the read the words as footsteps approached you. “Ah Y/n, lovely to see you today. You look absolutely beautiful”

You lower your book. What? No sexual remark? Was this even Draco Malfoy you were looking at? Since he was being nice you gave him a nice answer for now. “Why thank you, how’s your day so far?” you asked. Draco shrugged and took a seat next to you.

“Better now. I get to sit next to you in a really short skirt, your legs are really sexy Y/n” Draco leans in and you feel his breath fanning your face. Well that didn’t last very long, did it? You feel anger boiling inside you, but remember what Pansy had told you.

You muster up all the seductress in you that you could and close the boo in your lap. You turn your head and grab his tie, pulling him only centimeters from your face, you hear him inhale sharply which makes you smirk. A spark igniting in your chest. “Thank you, but wouldn’t they look so much better wrapped around your waste as you hold me against a wall”

You watch as Draco’s face turns into one of shock at your words and his eyes trail down to your lips then back to your E/c eyes. He leans in to what you assumed to kiss you, but you put a finger over his mouth “Aw, no” you laugh softly and let go of him, standing up and collecting your things. You leave, purposely swaying your hips as you walked.

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As you wrote the last line of your essay you heard someone come through the portrait, but you didn’t pay much mind to it as you placed your essay in the folder, then the folder in your bag. As you grab your textbook so you can shove them in as well you hear a whistle from behind you, turning around you see Draco.

He eyes you up and down and takes a look at your outfit. “Well well, look what we have here. You in a even tinier skirt.” He begins and sits next to you on the sofa. he places a hand on your thigh and feels the spiderweb stockings under his hand, he starts to trail his hand dangerously up which makes your stomach do flips.

You try to ignore the feeling in your chest and remember to not let him get to you, but you get to him. You grab his hand and take it off, you throw a leg over his lap and straddle him. Feeling the same spark you did the first time you teased him. Draco’s eyes widened as he saw you on top of him, a feeling of arousal coursing through him.

“You must really be turned on by tiny skirts, Malfoy” You start, shifting your hips in his lap so you could lean in, a small groan falling from his lips “I can feel you getting hard under me” You whisper as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. You smirk feeling satisfied and hop off his lap, scooping your bag in your arms.

You give Draco a small wink as your eyes go down to his pants “Might want to handle that” You say and point to the obvious bulge in his pants before walking out of the common room and down the hall to your dorms.

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“You did what?!” Pansy yelled, causing a few Slytherins to look at the both of you weirdly. You laugh at your friend. It had been two weeks since you started your teasing with Draco and you had completely broken him down to the point where he blushed whenever he looked at you.

“I’m just doing what you asked” You said back, laughing as you took a bite from your muffin, placing it down on your plate.

Pansy sighs as she rubs her temples with her hands “I told you to flirt with the man, not grind on him and feel him up!” She snaps in a hushed tone. You shakes your head and lean into the table.

“It’s fine i know what i’m doing, plus his reactions are the best” You laugh quietly and watch Pansy’s face twist into one of curiosity and you raise a brow “What?” you ask.

Pansy crosses his arms “What do you feel when you tease and flirt with Draco?” she asked. You open your mouth to speak but she holds her hand up “Just answer”

You sigh, rolling your eyes “Okay, well when i flirt with Draco, i feel like a spark i guess. Its exhilarating and makes me want him to hold you a grab at me all over and on the rare times he can back it makes me melt. Makes me want to give in...oh shit” You run a hand through your hair, eyes widening.

Pansy nods “You like him or in short terms want to shag him-” She says and you cover her mouth shaking your head.

“Not another word”

Pansy takes your hand off and laughs “Both of you are clearly attracted to each other so go for it” she shrugs and picks up her cup, taking a sip of her drink.

“You say that as if it’s so easy to go up to him and ask that handsome demon to rip my clothes off-” You start before its Pansy to cover your mouth this time.

“Please, not another word” She says and removes her hand. You both stare at each other and break out in laughter.

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The next night you were in your dorm, just wearing something comfy and warm. A knock comes from your door and you place your book down on your bed and stand up, slipping on your white slippers so your feet don’t touch the cold floor, another knock comes to your door “Calm your tits, i’m coming!”

You walk to your door and open it, seeing a very disheveled Draco. His white hair was all ruffled and messed up, he was also wearing regular pjs. “Draco?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer and just pushed past you into your room. “Okay?” you say and shut the door.

You cross your arms and look at Draco, watching as he looked at his hands before walking towards you “I can’t stand the way you tease me, touch me, or even breathe next to me then just leave me. Its fucking annoying” he growls, making a shiver run up your spine.

Your frozen as he pushes against the wall, both of his hands slam next the wall by your head “I can’t even sleep without thinking about you and the sight of you sitting on my lap i-” Draco stopped himself, but he had already said to much. You could see the needy look in his eyes.

“It was only to get you to stop flirting with me, then i guess i liked the way you reacted” You spoke, making Draco look you in the eyes which made your heart thump widely. “Then the tension grew”

Draco nods “Yeah tension” he repeats before his eyes trail down to your lips, looking at you expectantly and you just nod slowly. Without hesitation he slams his lips on yours, the feeling sending sparks throughout both you and Draco. His hands move to cup the back of your thighs, pulling away from your mouth for a moment “Jump”

Who were you to deny the literal god in front of you right? So you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he squeezed your thighs making you gasp. Using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You both kissed roughly and passionately, desperately even. Grabbing onto each others clothes in a lustful way.

The night was filled with a passion like no other and would certainly not be the last, the way he touched you was like no other and would be engraved into your mind for the rest of your days.

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Your eyes flutter open as you are face to face with a sleepy Slytherin boy, you smile as memories from the night before flood back into your mind like a tidal wave. You didn’t get long to relive them in your head when your door creaks open, you sit up quickly to see Pansy, you quickly put a finger to your lips gesturing for her to be quiet.

Pansy gasps quietly and point to the both of you “I can’t believe you two actually liked, you know. Fucked” she said making you flush red and waves your hands.

“Go, get out”

The brown haired girl laughed and blew you a kiss before shutting the door. You hear Draco mumble and you turn to face him. He looks at you and gives you a smile “What are you doing sitting up? Lay down and cuddle me” he says like a baby and you laugh before laying back down.

Wrapping an arm around you he pulls you flush against his chest and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. Both of you went back to sleep quickly in each others arms.

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Kody- Hey hey hey, i wrote something spicy. Crazy right? Anyway, peace p.s my requests are open

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noisyalmonddreamer · 3 years

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Holiday special

Word count: Idk a lot (a/n): Someone come save me I’m tired this took my soul away this is also unedited because I’m to tired for that

Percy:

-This boy LOVES Christmas

-He get's into the feeling like right after thanksgiving

-Decorates his cabin like there's no tomorrow

-But he wont spend Christmas eve or day at camp, he's with his family

-He also goes to his family's house to help decorate

-Snowball fights? you will not BELIVE how excited he gets for them

-He loves hot chocolate and demands his has marshmallows in it

-be careful if you guys make cookies together he WILL eat the batter

-"Percy stop you could get sick!"

- "but it's so good!"

-"IT HAS RAW EGGS"

-he wears Christmas sweaters and Santa hats

-He invites you to come to his mom's house for Christmas

-On Christmas day itself he's supper excited but from how he was acting you'd think he was an actual responsible adult

-but really he just really wanted to make it special for Estelle so he was just being giddy on the inside

-He gets you something that would remind him of you

-Something he finds beautiful

~~~Scenario~~~ (lowkey feel like I wrote him out of character I'm really sorry)

The sounds of soft snores filled your ears as you woke up. The sun reflecting off the bright snow seemed to magnify the sun's rays. You turned over to see your boyfriend, Percy, sound asleep with a little bit of drool sliding past his lip. You giggled as you took the blue blanket and wiped it away causing him to stir a little.

"Percy, It's time to get up" you nudged him lightly trying to wake him. He groaned pulling the cover up more. You rolled your eyes before an idea came to mind "Percy wake up it's Christmas."

The gears in Percy's head seemed to move for a second before his eye's popped open "OH MY GOD'S IT'S CHRISTMAS!" He popped up from his position. You smiled before leaning over and kissing him on his cheek "yeah it is, now you might want to put a shirt on before-" your sentence was cut of as Percy looked at the window.

"Oh my God's (y/n) look it snowed!" he got up from the bed and excitedly went to the window pretty much vibrating from excitement. He looked like a little kid, his eyes shining bright and a giddy smile on his face "I know Perce" you laughed as he pouted at your comment "As I was saying you might want to put on a shirt before Estelle comes in."

Percy laughed and threw on a sweatshirt before climbing back into bed with you "what are you doing?" He looked at you and smiled "pretended you're asleep she'll want to have woken us up." He kissed your head and laid back down.

Percy was, of course, right. Moments later you heard two little feet barreling down the hallway and tiny squeals of excitement. The door opened and a little girl hopped onto the bed trying to wake the two of you up "GET UP GET UP GET UP!!!"

Estelle shook the two of 'awake' and you yawned "good morning Estelle. What can we do for you." You smiled at her as the little girl squealed with excitement. "It's Christmas! Mama and Papa said we couldn't open present's till you two woke up! Percy Percy get up!"

Estelle dragged the two of you out of bed into the living room where Sally and Paul had hot coco waiting. You sat on Percy's lap as you watched as Estelle rip open her presents, along with handing everyone there's "here Percy this is yours and this one's yours (y/n)!"

Percy smiled at her and ripped open the present, quickly, ones he saw what it was his eyes brightened as another big grin decorated his face.

After opening all the presents up Paul, Sally and Estelle went down the hall for a few minutes so Estelle could give a present to her friend.

Percy pulled you into his room and got something from inside his cabinet. He handed you a small box rapped in blue rapping paper. "I know I already got you a present but I went out swimming a while ago and found this and I thought of you" he rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed.

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek before opening the present. You pulled out a necklace that looked similar to your camp necklace except it had a single pearl on it. You smiled and wrapped your arm's around him, pressing your lips to his, you were met with the slightly salty taste of his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled away for a second "so you like it?" he asked looking at you.

"I love it thank you Perce"

"Merry Christmas (Y/n)"

"Merry Christmas Percy"

Jason:

-Again he hasn't had a 'real' Christmas in a while

-Mr. Series Roman Praetor has watched over people for Christmas making sure no one get's to out of hand

-My boy hasn't gotten to have fun for so long

-So when you're like

-"TIME FOR FUN CHRISTMAS"

-He's trying hard! But that series 'gotten make sure things are running smooth' skin is hard to get out

- "Don't drink to much eggnog it has raw eggs you could get sick. Don't have more than a cup please"

- "FIGHT ME"

-I'm kinda kidding but he is kinda stiff about it all

-Sidenote: Someone *cough* Leo *cough* placed a mistletoe above his desk and put a stapler next to him so he was under the mistletoe with a stapler

- "You think you're so funny huh?"

- "Pretty much yeah"

- "It was pretty funny though"

- "(Y/N)!"

-I have said that I think he has a secret sweet tooth

-He drinks his hot coco super sweet

-No one can know though

-Except you maybe

-He decorates a tree with you

-straight up gets tangled in the lights while you guys are decorating

-Send some help for our very own blond super man

-He'll also probably get you something he had found during a quest

~~~Scenario~~~

You placed two steaming mugs of hot Chocolate on a side table. They looked quite nice, if you say so yourself, you had added chocolate shavings atop the whip cream and crushed up peppermint canes.

Looking up you were met with electric blue eyes looking at you intently, holding a Santa hat in his scarred callused hands.

"Do I really have to wear this?" He asked holding out the bright red hat. "Yes of course you do! We're decorating!"

He looked down at you again. "Okay okay I'll wear the hat sweetie but why the entire cabin? We already have a tree do you think decorating the whole cabin is.... excessive?" You rolled your eyes at him "I don't expect you have had that many fun Christmases because you're so,,, Roman so you have to do it! I didn't make the rules bub!"

You skipped over to him kissing him on the cheek than going over to the box of decorations you forced him to fly to camp half-blood. You also got him to carry a Christmas tree that you got from the Stoles, though they didn't tell you were they got it from.

You opened up the box and pulled out a few blankets and pillows.

"What are those for?" Jason stood behind you taking sips from his hot coco watching you. "Decoration! What do you think we're doing here right now?" You threw the pillows and blankets onto the couch

Jason rolled his eyes, walking up to you "I already have pillows and blankets but whatever." He said, his voice held a teasing tone, he knew what he was doing.

You glared at him "I will take away your hot chocolate and not make anymore." You pointed a finger out, trying to prove your point. Jason's eyes widened before he placed his mug on the coffee table and swiftly walked over to you.

"Alright so what do you need?"

"Just take these." You handed him some fake acorns and stuff, pointing at a wall "Place them like over there."

Jason took them into his hands and began working. About thirty minutes in he tapped you on the shoulder. "What about the tree?" You looked over at him "Oh yeah we do that last just give me a sec and you can start detangling the lights." You pointed at the box that had the Christmas lights.

Jason nodded and walked over to the box, pulling out a giant clump of lights. He looked at it, a bit concerned wondering how he would be able to detangle it all.

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Jason ended up being right, he couldn't untangle them. Every time he thought he had gotten another tangle out it led to another, then when he thought to follow a single cored it was stuck in other cords. This is all to say that in thirty minutes Jason managed to tangle himself in the lights, yet he still didn't ask for help or even call out for you.

He didn't want you laughing at him so he decided he would get himself out. Which also didn't end up well because he fell with a loud thud.

You had went outside to hang a few more lights and decorations on the porch when you head it, a loud thud followed by a groan of pain. You hurried inside to see the son of Zeus himself, Praetor of New Rome, Hero of Camp Jupiter, laying on the floor tangled in Christmas lights.

"It's not funny!" He yelled when he had heard your giggling. This only turned your light giggling into full on laughter you clutched your stomach in pain as you laughed.

"It's so funny! How did you even manage to do that?" He looked up at you "Can you please help me?" You bent down to his level "of course on one condiction"

"Yes anything!"

"Let me take a picture."

Leo:

-Burns the coco because he's impatient

-He also puts candy canes into his hot coco

-Along with like 3 hand fulls of marshmallows and like a giant whip cream mountain

-He also lowkey doesn't like eggnog

- "It tastes like sweet eggs!"

-You can bet your ass he is going to force you to wear matching PJ's on Christmas eve

-While setting up the tree he get's very frustrated with the lights

-"THIS IS SO DUMB I'LL BUILD MY OWN LIGHTS!"

-He does end up doing that and they look very cool

-May or may not end up breaking some of the ornaments

-"What was that?"

- *Sweeping away a broken ornament* "Nothing babe!"

-He makes all his presents himself

-Like 2 months before he's haled ass up in bunker 9 making presents

-At some point he made a Christmas robot

-It's called that but it's main purpose is to peg snowballs at people

-He does bring a Christmas tree inside the bunker but forgets to water it then it catches on fire because it's dried out

-He will also pull mistletoe out at random time's claiming you have to kiss now

- "You just pulled that out of your tool belt. We're not even near ceiling"

- "Hmm? What? I don't know what you're talking about. But time for kiss! Who are we to break tradition?"

-You force him to dress up as an elf and give presents to kids

- "Why not Santa!? I'm making the toys!"

- "You're to short to be Santa plus your pointed ears!"

-He builds you something is that even a question

-It's a charm bracelet with a few different charms, one of them actually is magic and will pull out a shield

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You were stood outside bunker 9 on Christmas morning waiting for Leo to change. You shivered as a cold wind felt like it pierced your skin, both Leo and yourself had gotten up earlier then you normally would have but you two wanted to have your own thing before joining the rest of the camp.

You breathed out, a puff of smoke leaving your lips, as you turned around and banged on the door. "Leo come on! We're gonna be late and we still have to drag the presents to the bonfire!" you yelled through the metal. "This is ridiculous! Why am I dressed as an elf! I made the presents! This is humiliating!" His voice sounded whiny, you could practically hear him pouting.

"Come on Leo think about the children! They'll be so happy!" You heard a reluctant sigh leave him before the iron door opened reveling Leo in an adorable elf outfit.

"I feel ridicules." As he walked towards you the bells on his shoes jingled, making you burst out laughing. "Oh you have got to let me take a picture!" You grabbed Leo by the hand and pulled him towards the slay he had built. "Alright Mr. Elf let's go!"

"Don't call me that!" His whiney complains were only halted as you pecked his cheek quickly. "Now if you want more then let's go!" Leo's eyes widened, he grabbed the leads and rushed towards the bonfire.

~~Time skip. Like only 5 minutes~~

As the slay slowed down to a stop you heard screams, you looked over your shoulder to see most of the younger camps, in their pajamas, running up to the slay with an excited look on their faces.

You looked over at Leo who had a bright smile on his face already grabbed a piece of paper with each kid's names and which toy they got. "You ready?" you whispered over to him, adjusting your hoodie. "Hades yeah I am!"

You hopped off from the slay in front of the kids, they all stopped and looked at you, pretty much vibrating from excitement. "Alright kiddys! Are you ready for your presents?" You question was only answered with shriek's of excitement and maybe one or two 'YES!'s.

"Mr. Elf has each of your presents all the way from the north pole! But you have to wait to be called on can all of you do that?" The kids again in unison nodded their heads.

Leo popped up next to you startling you a bit, a big dopy grin still decorating his face "Alright I'm looking for a Gogo?" A little girl came running up to Leo, bouncing up and down with a plush in her hand, "Here you are Gogo" Leo handed the little girl a nicely wrapped present, the girl took it before bolting to her siblings yelling out a "THANK YOU!"

One by one Leo listed off the kid's, each one yelling out a thank you, and joining their siblings. As the last kid ran away Leo looked into the present sack. "Oh what do we have here?"

You looked at him with a questioning gaze "Did you forget someone? That was the last kid so I don't think you did." You looked around to see if there was any stragglers before Leo cleared his throat.

"Well why don't we have a looksie here and...Oh...it look's like this is for a certain...(Y/f/n)." You looked over at him again. "I didn't ask for anything..." you trailed off. Before you could say anything else Leo plopped the present into your hands, kissing you on the cheek. "Merry Christmas bebita."

Nico: -"Christmas is coming up?"

-Boy doesn't even realize

-I headcanon Nico secretly has a sweet tooth so I think he would like egg nog and super sweet hot coco

-I also think he can cook so he makes cookies with you

-But he will act like it's a pain and out of his way

-"Do I really have to?"

-"If you don't want to I'll just go get Leo or someone to help me!"

-"...Pass over the flour"

-He constantly has a candy cane in his mouth

-He legit eats so many you have to take them away from him

-Putting a Santa hat will anger him but he'll wear it because he loves you

-Unless someone comments on it then he'll take it off

-He really likes cooking with you, he finds it domestic like you guys are normal, so during the Christmas season he may act reluctant but you guys make stuff together a lot

-But baby boy also kinda has a sensitive mouth so hot food burns his tongue really quickly

-That combined with him kinda being impatient...he burns his mouth a lot

-He asks you to kiss it better

-He would probably get you something he found on his travels

-Or a stygian iron dagger

~~~Scenario~~

You finished tying up your apron, looking over to see Nico hadn't even tried, just letting the apron hang off his neck while he was reading a book he had found in an old library a few weeks ago.

You groaned walking over to him "Nico!" He only hummed in response, bobbing his head and continuing to read. You looked at him for a moment before placing your hand on his shoulder "NICO!"

Nico jumped slightly, looking up from his book at you. "What?" You glared at him for a moment, he rolled his eyes and booked marked the page, placing his arms around your shoulders.

"What's up il mio tesoro*?" He grinned stupidly down at you. "Oh don't 'il mio tesoro' me Mr! You're just avoiding what we said we would bring to the party in hopes we wont go!"

Nico laughed, raising his hands up in defense "Alright alright you got me! But I still don't get why we have to go to the party!" He pouted, crossing his arms.

You walked over to the counter rolling yours eyes "One, because we said we would and Two they're your friends and my friends it would be rude not to."

Nico slowly walked towards you, a small pout on his lips. "But I just want to spend the time with you!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his vanilla scent filled your noise. You blushed pushing him away.

"Just help me with the cookies then we can make some hot chocolate!" Nico's eyes lit up at the mention of hot coco. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, tying the apron and rolling up his sleeves."

Ten minutes into cooking you almost regretted trying to cook with Nico. He was great at it but he was such a control freak! "No No! It said 2 cups of chocolate chips that's to much!"

You stared at him "It doesn't matter!" He groaned pushing you out the way "here let me do it!" You watched as he carefully folded the chips into the batter, wrapping the top with plastic wrap and placing it in the fridge.

"Alright it's gonna rest like that for 2 hours, it makes everything even more delicious!" He looked over at you with bright eyes. "Time for hot coco!"

You walked over to him, kissed his forehead before pulling the milk out the fridge. "alright just measure out the amount of milk we need." He nodded grabbing two mugs and filling them then dumping them into the pot.

He stirred the milk lazily "Why isn't it going faster?" He went down to turn the heat up "Nico no! You're going to burn the milk!" He looked at your tiredly "you don't like when it get's the skin on top and neither do I so lower the heat please!"

Nico rolled his eyes, lowering the heat to the second lowest setting then staring at you "happy now?" You nodded, grapping the whipped dream out the fridge and shaking it while Nico continued to stir the milk till it steamed.

The smell of warm milk filled the room as you heard Nico pour the steaming milk into the mugs. You walked over to Nico, who was sitting on the couch you saw he had already stuck another candy cane in his mouth.

Grabbing the whipped cream bottle you made two small hills of whipped cream in each mug and waited for it to cool down. Nico, however, instantly grabbed his mug bringing it to his lips.

"Don't your gonna burn your mouth." You told him, watching him roll his eye. "No I'm not you're worrying to much."

He took a bug gulp then letting out a yelp, placing his mug down. He stuck his tongue out reveling a nasty red burn. You let out a small chuckle "see I told you!" He pouted at you "It really hurts!"

"Will you kiss it better?"

Frank: -Baby LOVES Christmas

-He takes you to canada

-He takes you to the Christmas market's and stuff

-He's also one who will get tangled in lights

-Along with that he isn't allowed to touch the breakable ornaments, like the delicate ones

-He also LOVES hot coco

-Frank makes like perfect hot coco's

-Like a nice whip cream swirl with chocolate and a few marshmallows

-It's very nice looking 10/10

-Will also make maple taffy with you in the fresh snow

-But since you have to boil the syrup he isn't allowed

- "Frank baby, can you get the snow?"

- "Oh umm y-yeah!"

- "Alright here you are Frank, don't burn yourself"

- "I wont"

-He WILL wake up early on Christmas day

-He will also force you to go outside and have a snow ball fight

-istg he's just a nervous child in a giant's body

-Frank makes SUPER good eggnog also

-He LOVES getting a hot cup of coco and cuddling up with you next to a fire

-Especially after being out in the snow

-Also this boy really likes making snowmen

-and he's so good at it to

-Like he can make snowmen and like animals out of snow

-Hard to say what he would give you

-I want to say a sweater but that's not really like boyfriendy

-SO IM GOING TO SAY MATCHING SWEATERS

-More like a hoodie you had been wanting for a while and he got himself a complimentary one so you could match (And wear his because he knows you. You're not sly)

~~~Scenario~~~(Before anyone says anything I know he lives in Vancouver which is a city but just pretended you guys went to a cabin or something lol)

The cold winter air felt like it was ripping through your skin as the coldness from the snow made it's way through your boots and mittens that Frank at bought you the other day.

You looked over to Frank who was packing down snow on the last little bear cub, completing the bear family he was making. He smiled back at you, his nose and cheeks a light pink from the cold. You trudged over to him, the snow sinking slowing you down slightly, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

"Hey Frank I'm getting pretty cold can we head in soon?" You asked looking up at him. He smiled again, nodding his head "Yup! Just let me finish with these-" He grabbed the stick he had been using to adding details to all the bears and drew on some eyes and a mouth. "and done! Alright lets go in. Want to make some hot coco and eggnog?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the house. You pulled off your mittens, boots and socks and walked into the boiler room where they could dry.

"Hey Frank can you grab some wood? I'm gonna start a fire, it's kinda cold" Frank nodded, walking into the room where the wood had been put as you began getting the ingredients for eggnog and hot chocolate.

A moment later Frank walked into living room in his arms he held a few logs of cut, dry wood. He placed them on the hearth and began to collect kindling, starting the fire. "Hey I said I would do that Franky!"

Frank took his gloves off as he walked down the stairs "It's fine! I already had the wood so It's fine"

You pushed the hot coco ingredients to the side knowing it would take less time when you felt a pair of strong arms make their away around your waist and felt someone's chin on your shoulder.

"You got cloves honey. You need nutmeg" He placed a kiss on your cheek, grabbing the cloves and placing them into the spice cabinet, pulling out nutmeg. "Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is! I don't know it but you use nutmeg in eggnog, honey, not cloves." Frank stood next to you, grabbing the carton of eggs. "Can I separate the eggs?" He asked smiling brightly, jumping up and down a little. You smiled up at him, chuckling at his childish antics "Of course you can baby!"

About 10 minutes later you had unusable egg whites with pieces of egg yoke broken into them plus an almost empty carton of eggs. Of course you could just run to the store for more eggs but you had no interest in heading outside during a storm.

"Okay Fraky baby I think maybe I should crack the eggs but you can whip them okay?" He nodded, looking down and backing away from the counter leaving you 5 eggs.

Ones you finished with the eggs you began finishing up the eggnog without any other mishaps. You placed the eggnog into the fridge to let it get cold. You turned to start making the hot coco before Frank stopped you.

"You go put on some soft pajamas I can finish making this!" You went to rebuttal but he had already pushed you into the room you were sharing to let you change. You let out a sigh and pulled on some comfortable clothes along with the hoodie Frank had gotten you.

You walked into the living room and started tending to the fire. You sat down for a moment before you felt a blanket engulf you along with the feeling of being pulled into someone's lap. You felt Frank nuzzle into your neck, smiling.

"Merry Christmas honey"

"Merry Christmas baby"

Will:

-My oh my does this boy love Christmas

-During campfire this boy will sing ALL the Christmas songs

-ALL. OF. THEM.

-He also helps decorate around the camp

-He also really likes picking out Christmas trees

-Wears what he says are "really nice looking" sweaters...because sure they are

-Will also replaces the lollipops from his candy jar with candy canes

-He will scold you if you eat to much cookie dough

-Will also force you, and a bunch of others, to take vitamins during the winter

- "I don't want you getting sick!"

-"Fine I'll take them!"

-"But remember to take them everyday because if you forget to take one day then you'll forget like three days then you'll never take-"

-Kissing him gets him to shut up don't worry

-When he makes eggnog he makes sure that the eggs are pasteurized, so there's no chance of salmonella

-Also this sneaky son of a god will take you to places that he has hung mistletoe to get kisses

-He would definitely get you a music instrument he helped customize

~~~Scenario~~~

You watched pearlescent puffs of smoke left your mouth, fading into the dark sky. You shivered as a cold wind hit, taking another sip of your hot coco.

Chiron rarely let it snow in camp, preferring to keep camp on the nicer side so everyone could train, save from the times he lit it rain. But today was a special occasion, Christmas eve.

You watched as Will stood in front of the camp, with his siblings, singing jingle bell rock a dopy grin on his face. Sure he looked a little tired, he had been working more than normal due to cold and flue season along with helping decorate camp, but over all he looked bright and happy.

You let out a cold sigh, pulling the hoodie Will had given you closer to your body. You stood up heading to the table with more hot coco, the song in the background had changed to some other song.

You were poring yourself another cup of coco when you felt a warm pair of arms around your waist, pulling you flush agents someone's chest. A small chuckle came from your lips as you put down the cup of coco, placing your arms over Wills.

"You feel cold." He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck, nuzzling there for a second before resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's cause it's cold dumb dumb" you ruffled his hair, glancing at him for a moment seeing a small pout on his lips. "You sounded good up there." You said turning around, plopping a handful of marshmallows into your drink.

"Thanks but I got a bit tired, plus I wanted to hang out with my adorable s/o, who I haven't seen all day." He placed a quick kiss on your forehead "You took your vitamins today right? I know you forget sometimes so I just wanted-" you cut him off with a kiss "yes yes mother I took my vitamins."

"Good " he smiled, lacing his fingers with yours, kissing you again "That hot chocolate is good I should get a cup" he turned around, his fingers still with between yours. "Your fingers are really cold." He looked over at you while poring a cup for himself.

"C'mon" he started pulling you towards the infirmary "Why?" He looked at you for a second before sighing and letting out a small chuckle, a smile decorating his face "We're getting you some gloves and an extra coat I left in the infirmary. C'mon"

Will walked ahead of you leading you to the infirmary. The breeze hit you like a knifes, hugging yourself to keep warm. "(Y/n) c'mon. It's really getting cold out" you looked up to see the open door to the infirmary, Will's voice calling from somewhere inside.

You stepped in, closing the door "Where are you?" you asked, dusting off the small bit of snow that you hadn't even noticed to have fallen. "In the back, hold on a sec I'm grabbing two jackets for us."

You sat on a waiting chair for a moment before Will's candy jar, filled with candy canes caught your eye. You smiled, standing up from your seat, quickly grabbing a candy cane and popping it in your mouth.

"Alrighty I got- Hey those aren't for you (n/n). You have already stolen half a jar." Will laughed as he watched you eat the candy cane. "What can I say they're delicious." You flashed him a smile, only to be crushed in a giant coat. "Don't want my sunspot getting cold now do I?"

You pulled the jacket around yourself and watched as Will do the same. He grabbed your hand pulling you out of the infirmary only to stop in the door way.

"Will what is it?" He smiled, pointing up towards a bundle of mistletoe. "Time for a kiss. It's tradition" he smiled brightly, placing his hands on your cheeks. You pouted, crossing your arms "You did that on purpose." Will laughed, pecking you all around your face "hmm maybe but are you gonna complain?

Magnus: -Boy hasn't had a real Christmas in so long

-so when you're like "CHIRSTMAS!!!"

-He's like lowkey uncomfortable

-But he does get over it

-He kinda doesn't like Christmas songs that much

-Mostly because Jack sings them 24/7 for like 2 months straight

-If he hears Jingle bells one more time he will loose it

- "JINGLE BELL-"

-"JACK I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF YOU DON'T STOP"

- "JINGLE BELL JINGLE ALL THE WAY"

-"(Y/N) PLEASE NOT YOU TOO"

-He LOVES hot coco, egg nog, cookies, pretty much any food really

-But he sucks at making them

- "I BURNT IT!"

-"YOU DON'T COOK EGGNOG!?!??!?!"

-ngl Christmas with him will be stressful but hella fun

-He SUCKS at ice skating

-Like this boy has no coordination or center of balance

-Falls every like 5 seconds

-Promise him some hot coco after

-Jack laughs at him after falling so many times

-For a present I think he'd make you matching bracelets with stuff he has collected on the hikes you guys have gone on

-He's saved a few things from each one, for the memories so he makes a bracelet out of them for you

-I'm very series when I say that he straight up cherishes the little things he has saved

~~~Scenario~~~(If you're bad at skating....Shhhh)

You looked over to Magnus to see him struggling with tying the laces of his skates. You let out a chuckle before bending down and swatting his hands away. "How do you suck at tying your laces?" Jack's voice could be heard from above you, Magnus blushed "Shut up! The strings are really long! You don't even know how to tie laces!"

You laugh in amusement, looking over to see a few people watching Magnus in bewilderment. You tapped his shoes indicating you were done and he could stand. You stood up in front of Magnus, waiting for him to join you.

He shakily got up, grabbing onto you for support. "This isn't gonna be some cheesy romance movie scene about ice skating is it?" You laughed only to be cut off my Jack "OoOoOoO If It was I could serenade you to!-"

"NO" you both stumble slightly as Magnus yelled. Rolling your eyes you pulled Magnus towards the ice, stepping on was a bit hard as he refused to let go of you but he eventually let go, replacing you with a wall. "Magnus you have to let g-"

"No way! I'm gonna fall straight on my ass if I let go!" He continued to inch further along the wall as you stood still, watching him. About 3 minute later you got bored and decided it was time to take a lap or two around the ring.

"(Y/N)! Where are you going?" Magnus looked up to see you about 10 feet away from him. You turned around in time to see him fall straight onto his chest. "I was just gonna do a lap or two. I'll be back in a minute enjoy your date with the wall." You winked at him, wiggling you fingers, before skating up ahead more.

During the two laps you did you watch Magnus fall a bunch more times, he did at least try to get off the wall a few times, before fall straight on his ass and hanging to the wall again. You sighed, skating up next to him.

"Give me your hands" He looked up at you shaking his head rapidly like a child "no way I-"

"Oh my GODS Magnus just do it I'm trying to help you!" He pouted at being yelled at for a second then put his hands in yours. You pulled him away from the wall, his legs shook as he tried to stay balanced.

"Bend your legs, yeah like that. Have your feet kinda go diagonal, no the other way" He continued to wobble a little. A few minutes later Magnus was able to stand for a little on his own, he didn't get very far, but he could do it.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! LOOK IM DOING IT!" He waved over at you, even though you were a few feet away, causing him to fall. He groaned, rubbing the side of his jaw. You went up to him, bending down to his level. "Oh no Maggie, my baby! Are you okay?"

He pouted again, moving to sit normally. "Maggie?" He didn't move her look at you "If you continue to sit like that your pants are gonna get wet." Magnus's eyes widened before he scrambled trying to stand up, only to fall hard on to his hands, letting out a soft whimper.

"Can we please go get hot coco now?" He stood up more cautiously, nursing his hurt wrist as he leaned agents the wall. Your eyes widened in realization that he was actually hurt. You skated to him, lacing your fingers with his. "Of course we can Maggie. We can even go to that cute little bakery we passed by on our way here and get freshly baked cookies! How does that sound?"

Magnus smiled and kissed you on the cheek "that sounds amazing."

"...can we get falafels after?"

Hearth:

-Again he doesn't really know what Christmas is

-Like he knows around winter people start buying stuff more and he sees trees, being sold but he doesn't understand why

-he's never really asked. Of course he's seen stuff advertised for Christmas so he makes the connection that they are connected

-So when you find out he hasn't had a Christmas like...ever you have to break that

- "here wear this!"

-"Why?"

-"Because it's festive c'mon! "

-You end up dressing him up like one of Santa's elfs and he feels really silly

-He's also lowkey offended when he sees what elf's look like in Santa world

-"This isn't accurate at all. Why are they all so happy and nice?"

-Helps decorate Blitzen's shop and the apartment

-Still doesn't understand the tree though

-"But....why a tree?"

-"I don't know babe but it's festive so come on!"

-He sucks at making cookies, its the sad truth

-He isn't good at picking presents lol

-He'd get you something you had been wanting for a while, a book or something

-Also would ask Blitz to help him make you a matching scarf

~~~~scenario~~~~

You walked into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and best friend, the bag on your shoulder holding presents for the two. You kicked your shoes off and took of your jacket as you walked into the living room. A box of Christmas decorations was left waiting to be opened as you looked over to see the boys setting up the tree all three of you picked out.

"Hey!" your voice alerted Blitzen who turned around and saw you in the entrance "welcome back how was your shopping?" you sighed, shrugging your shoulders "It was alright I might have found a thing or two." The smile on your face gave away the bluff but Blitz laughed and rolled his eyes, walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

You walked up behind Hearth, hugging him around his middle, barring your face in his back. He tensed up for a second before turning around and seeing you. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Hi sweetheart" he smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your frame and nuzzling your neck. After a few seconds you pulled away from him "Did you guys wait to decorate the tree?" Hearth nodded before pointing at the kitchen. "We also waiting to make cookies."

You turned around in Hearth's arms to see the ingredients of chocolate chip cookies and gingerbread waiting to be prepared. You kissed Hearth on the cheek before tapping his hands to let you go. Reluctantly he agreed letting his hands drop, only for you to grab one and pull him into the kitchen.

~~~time skip because shhhh~~~~

Hind sight you probably shouldn't have left Hearth by himself to make the cookie batter, but It was almost lunch and all three of you were hungry so you and Blitz went out to grab lunch and come back. Maybe on the way you bought Santa hats which delayed you but you didn't think about what could happen!

So Hearthstone stood in front of you, covered in flour, cookie batter in hand, the kitchen somehow relatively clean. Next to you Blitzen looked like he was about to die from laughter as you continued to stair at Hearth, your mouth a gap.

"What happened?" you slowly signed at him, still in slight disbelief. He blushed and put down the bowl , freeing up his hands "You said to follow the instructions, but I didn't know what a teaspoon was and then I spilled the flour on myself." Hearth stared at you for a for more seconds before you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand.

"Hey Blitz can you start up a new batch? I'm gonna get him cleaned up" Blitz nodded, still looking like he was holding in laughter, as you pulled Hearth into your shared room.

"Hearth go take a shower and I'll put your clothes in the wash, I'll also leave out some more clothes to change into alright?" He nodded, blushing deeply still "I'm sorry about ruining the cookies" you laughed, waving him off "No it's alright, Blitz is making a new batch now, just get yourself cleaned up."

You walked into the kitchen and started helping Blitzen make the cookies.

Ten minutes later Hearthstone walked back into the living room area, clad in a Christmas jumper and comfy pants you had set out for him. You walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek "You look cute now come here" he followed you to the kitchen bar stools, where you sat down and held a bit of cookie dough in front of him "You can have some it's really good."

After finishing up rolling out the cookies, and eating more dough then you should have, Blitzen popped them into the oven. You turned to Hearth "We can start decorating the apartment in a few minutes if you want" he nodded, pulling you into his lap, hugging you.

"Do you guys always have to be so lovey dovey?"

"Just wait till I hang mistletoe"

Alex: (I feel like I got Alex's characterization wrong for the scenario so I'm sorry about that :/)

-Alex hasn't really had a 'normal' Christmas even before being kicked out on the streets

-His/her parents were terrible to her/him

-So I doubt Alex has a really good Christmas

-But Alex still really likes the season

-Will do makeup with a green and read theme at least ones

-Also I feel like if there was a ugly sweater party on floor 19 Alex will straight up in a sweater dress that ISN'T ugly

- "Alex the theme was ugly sweater!"

- "I look hot as hell I'm not changing!"

-Never leave Alex alone if you guys make cookies together be s/he will eat ALL of the cookie batter

-You can't even get away with the 'You're gonna get sick!' because...

- "We're both dead"

-Also really loves hot coco

-drinks to much ngl

-and burns his/her tongue

- "Oh no I burned my tongue will you kiss it better" (Did I just use that twice? yes leave me alone)

- Will also hang up mistletoe and makes a big show of it if s/he get's stuck with someone other than you

- "I have to kiss T.J??? Why???? Oh Gods??? WHYY???"

- *T.J. legit just trying to go get lunch* "...But why"

-Will be even more extra if you get stuck with someone else under the mistletoe

-if you do you better hope to the GOD'S it isn't Magnus

- *EL GASP* "(Y/N)!! HOW COULD YOU! I'LL KILL MAGNUS ON THE BATTLE FEILD! YOU HEAR THAT CHASE??"

-Drag him/her away before s/he get's into a real fist fight

-S/he will take you on a slay ride

-Just because I think that Alex is secretly a hopeless romantic

-I could see him/her giving you two gifts

-Just because floor 19 opens gifts together and s/he doesn't want the others to know how whipped s/he is for you

-One gift, the gift s/he gives to you in front of the others, is probably something kinda mundane, a sweatshirt or something

-The one s/he gives you in private is actually really romantic

-It's a locket with a picture of the two of you, both your names in graved

~~~Scenario~~ (he/him pronouns)

The sound of freshly fallen snow crunching under your boots as the sound of bells filled your ears. This place was quite beautiful, the pretty fairy lights strung up, the snow covered trees, the bonfire crackling behind you made you feel quite relaxed. Before you could get lost anymore in thought Alex tapped you on the shoulder.

"Hey where'd you float off to?" You looked over your shoulder to see Alex, two cup of something steaming in his hands, bundled up in warm clothes.

"no where just thinkin'" Alex hummed handing you one of the cups. "Where did you hear about this place Alex?" Alex only smiled, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek. "Why don't we keep that a secret." He winked at you, placing his arms around your waist.

"So you still haven't told me what we're doing here." You looked over your shoulder at him, a playful smile on his lips. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the cabin that you both had walked through to get to this area.

Ones you both got into the cabin Alex guided you out of the front door where a burly looking man with a white beard stood in front of a wooden sled 6 deer at the front.

You looked over at Alex, mouth a gap, you where about to say something when the man cut you off "Ride for Alex to the frozen pond?"

"Yup!" He smiled brightly popping the p. The man nodded his head, heading to the front of the slay while Alex held your hand, helping you into the slay "my dear your chariot awaits" he said in a mockingly fancy tone. "Alex this is a slay." You laughed while climbing into the seat.

"Oh hush I'm trying to be romantic!" He climbed in next to you, cuddling into your side. You sat there for a few seconds before the slay began moving, almost sending you forward, only for Alex to grab you around your waist and pulling you towards him.

"You really are a klutz huh?" He laughed, rubbing his nose agents the side of his face. "Oh shut it" you smacked his hand causing him to laugh. After a few moments the slay went into a trail in the woods decorated with lights and ice sculptures, the freshly fallen snow decorating the trees.

You looked at the scenery in amazement "Alex isn't this so breath taking!" You smiled pointing at the tree that looked like it had ice drops hanging from the leaves. "Yeah it is" his voice sounded airy a light, you didn't even notice he wasn't looking at the forest.

~~~haha look another time skip~~~

The sun was already setting as the slay slowed down stopping at a clearing in front of a frozen over pond, a hot fire crackling with benches that looked freshly cut from wood.

Alex hopped out the side, holding his hand out to help you down. He scurried over to the fire, taking a log bench that was a bit more secluded yet still kept warm by the fire. "Other people will be here later but I wanted to be here first!"

You nodded at him, slipping your hand in is, bringing both your hands into your pocket. You leaned your head on his shoulder and began talking about random things a book you were reading, a new pot Alex was planning on making, killing your floor mates. That is until an interesting topic came up.

"What do you mean this is like your first 'real' Christmas?" You looked at Alex as he shuffled closer to you "Well I never really had a 'real' Christmas back with my family, then I was on the streets and everything and since being in Valhalla we've been kinda busy"

You looked at him shocked "If you told me I would have gotten you something more special!" He waved you off, kissing you on the cheek. "No no it's fine really." He pulled his hand away from yours, moving them to your face.

"I'm just happy to spend my first 'real' Christmas with you."

#Lillis writings #percy jackson x reader #Jason Grace x reader #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #will solace x reader #Magnus chase x reader #Hearthstone x reader #Alex Fierro x reader #Heros of olympus x reader #percy jackson imagine #Heros of olympus imagine

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liss-99 · 3 years

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What about a sister fic (Daphne, Eloise, Fran, and Hyacinth) with Never Grow Up? maybe even a little Violet action

Y’all know I love writing Violet!!!! I think her relationships with ABC are often explored but honestly not with the daughters that much. This song is so sweet and I hope it really highlights some cute Violet/daughter dynamics <3

She never expected to have eight children, it just happened. Her whole life, Violet Bridgerton expected she’d have perhaps two or three children, but she found there was no greater purpose for her than being a mother. Edmund was happy to have as many children as she wanted, and before she knew it, Violet was mother to 8. She loved each of her children equally, yet there was a special bond she shared with her daughters. Her sons were sweet and sensitive of course, but being a woman in the world was never easy; there was always a man who thought he knew better waiting to stifle any dreams and aspirations a young woman had. Violet was determined to not let any of her daughters ever feel as though they must change any aspect of themself. And yet, she also never wanted her daughters to grow up. The sweet playthings that they were brought her so much peace.

It had started with Daphne. Her little hand wrapped around Violet’s finger and it was as if it was so quiet in the world that night. Holding her firstborn daughter, Violet knew that her baby girl would always be resilient and loved. When Eloise was born and she and Daphne grew, Violet was drawn to the nursery. Eloise’s little eyelids fluttered in her sleep cause she was dreaming, so Violet tucked her in tighter and turned on her favorite night light. To Francesca, everything was funny, that child had nothing to regret. By the time Hyacinth was born, Violet knew she would give all she had for her daughters to stay young like that.

Each night, she whispered a sweet prayer into the world. She prayed that her darling daughters never grew up, just stayed this little. Violet prayed it would stay this simple, vowed that she wouldn’t let anybody hurt them, wouldn’t let anyone break their hearts and that no one would desert them, so long as they never grew up.

But they did grow up, and while it was a beautiful thing to witness, Violet found her heart breaking every day one of them needed her less. The first time she felt it, Daphne was 14. They were in the car on the way to the movies and Daphne was mortified Violet was dropping her off. She’d begged for one of her older brothers to drive her, but Violet insisted. Daphne grumbled and complained how uncool she’d look being dropped off by her mom, and it wreaked havoc on Violet’s heart that her little girl, the bright spirit who once called her mother the greatest woman on earth, was now embarrassed by her.

When Eloise was around the same age, after one particular fight, she screamed how she couldn’t wait to move out someday and call her own shots. As a teenager, Francesca insisted that Violet drop her off around the block whenever she was driving her somewhere, and it made Violet feel ancient, as if she was a relic so dusted and ugly it was not worth sight. She prayed that Hyacinth never lost the way she danced around in her PJs getting ready for school. When Daphne turned 18, she informed her family that she was ready to move out and be on her own as she went to university. The morning she was set to leave, she took pictures in her mind of her childhood room. She memorized what it sounded like when her dad got home, remembered the footsteps and the words said, and all of her little brother’s favorite songs. At that moment, she realized everything she had was someday going to be gone.

That night, there she was in her new apartment, in a big city, her family just dropped her off. It was so much colder than she thought it would be so she tucked herself in and turned her nightlight on.

Sitting there all by herself, the grown-up she’d so long wished to be, Daphne wished for nothing more than that she’d never grown up. She wished she was still a young girl, mesmerized by the world, and especially by her mother. She pulled out some paper and scrawled a letter to her sisters and mother, heeding that they don’t wish to grow up too soon.

She told Eloise that her whole life was ahead of her and she didn’t need to wish her childhood away in order to be taken seriously; to Francesca, she wrote that time will happen whether they wanted it to or not, so she might as well spend hers with those she loved most; and to Hyacinth, she warned her baby sister that childhood flew by in the blink of an eye and that she needed to relish it for as long as she could.

Finally, to her mother, Daphne thanked Violet for all she had ever done and would ever do. For the first time in her life, Daphne realized what it meant to grow up, and how hard it must have been for her mother to see her and her siblings grow through life.

When Violet opened the letter Daphne had sent, she was brought to tears. Her children would grow up, there was no denying that. But in her heart, they would always be little innocent blooms, untouched and unhurt by the world, looking at her as if she was the greatest being on earth. To Violet Bridgerton, her children would never grow up.

Taylor Swift Bridgerton One-Shots

#violet bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #taylor swift #never grow up #bridgerswift #bridgerton #fanfic #one-shots

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takeyourhearthawks · 3 years

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Blue Hour (Hawks Fic)

Hi pals! This is chapter 1 of my Hawks fic. You can find the prologue to this story here, Chapter 2

Word Count 4.8k

Chapter 1

Four years had passed since Jiko had Youta and those years felt like minutes. Jiko felt like she couldn‘t spend enough time with her son even though she spent every moment she could with him. As far as having a child went, Jiko felt like she was pretty blessed. He was a well-behaved kid, didn’t throw fits, always used his manners and made sure that he did everything he could for Jiko.

Youta looked more and more like Keigo with every passing day. He had dirty blonde hair that Jiko could never seem to tame so she just let it do what it wanted. Small red wings were attached to his back and they looked more and more like Keigo‘s every time she looked at them. His nose was slightly upturned, another feature he inherited from his father. But his eyes were a dark brown that resembled Jikos.

Currently, the two of them were curled up on the couch together. Youta was curled into Jikos lap, watching news coverage of a villain attack. Another thing that Youta had inherited from Keigo was his overwhelming love for heroes and watching them do their job.

“Mama! Look! He‘s gonna get them!” Youta said, pointing his little finger at the T.V frantically. All Might was on screen, one of Youta‘s ultimate favorites.

“Yeah he is!“ She said happily, glancing down at the little boy who was bouncing with excitement as he watched All Might take down a villain. After the villain was done, All Might threw up a thumbs up and smiled at the camera. Youta mimicked him almost immediately and Jiko laughed as she ruffled his hair. When she glanced back at the T.V., she noticed an extremely familiar face.

Well, not his face at first. She noticed a large red wing span flying into the frame and she heard Youta audibly gasp. His tiny hand flew back to his own wings before he looked up at his mom.

“Look! Look! We both have wings!” He said happily and Jiko just nodded before she turned the T.V. off. This caused an audible reaction from her son but Jiko just looked down at him.

“It‘s bedtime.“ She said and the boy huffed.

“Fine.“ He said as he lifted himself from his mothers arms, hoovering above the ground in front of her.

“No flying in the house.” She said and Youta giggled, landing on the ground beside her.

“I know!” He said before they headed to his bedroom. Youta changed himself into his pjs and crawled into bed. Jiko followed soon after him, laying down beside her son. They did this every night, laying in bed together until Youta fell asleep.

“Mama?“ Youta said, and Jiko looked down her son.

“Hm?“

“Can you tell me about dad again?“ He said sadly and Jiko frowned. She scooted down so that she was at eye level with her son. She had never kept details of Youtas‘ father from him, the only thing she never told him was his name.

“What do you wanna know tonight?”

“What was he like?“ Youta asked.

“Well, he was a lot like you.“ She said, poking his chest gently. This earned a small giggle from Youta. “He was kind, smart, loving, funny.“

“Do you think he would like me?“ Youta asked, cutting his mom off. This brought small tears to Jiko‘s eyes.

“He would love you, Youta.“ She said softly, kissing her sons forehead. “He did love you. Does love you. From the moment he knew about you, he told you how much he loved you.“

“Why did he have to leave?“

“Sometimes you have to protect other people. You have to put their safety in front of your own feelings, yanno? Like, when you watch pros on T.V., they are constantly putting other people first right?“

Youta nodded.

“Well, think about it like that. Everything that was done was done to protect you.“ She said softly and Youta nodded his head. He was a little too young to understand truly what happened, but he understood that his mom did everything to protect him. It took a little while for Youta to fall asleep but once he did, Jiko kissed his head and left his room.

Jiko sat down on her couch, pulling out her phone. It had been a little bit since she had looked Keigo up. She did it periodically to see what he was up to. She may have fallen off the face of the earth from him, but that didn't mean that she didn't care about him. She had to constantly remind herself that she did everything she did for Keigo. Because he wouldn't have the success he had now if she had stayed in her life with her son.

Pictures of Keigo popped up as soon as she hit search. Pictures of him at the opening of his agnecy, pictures of him with different pretty girls (which struck a small nerve in the back of Jiko‘s neck). There were a few pictures of him saving the day and a few of him at some clubs. The photos of him at the clubs, she recognized the bracelet on his wrist as one she had made for him when they were younger. It was mostly obscured by the long sleeve black shirt he was wearing but she could see just the edge of it.

She missed Keigo more than she could fathom. She spent countless hours wondering if he thought about her as much as she thought about him.

He didn‘t.

Kiego spent most of his time trying not to think about Jiko, so he started his agency so that he would have something to occupy his time. He worked from the moment he woke up til late hours of night, sometimes going for days at time on what felt like no sleep. He couldn't help it. Being busy meant that there was no time for him to think about what he was missing in life.

He filled the hole that Jiko used to fill with random girls. Flings left and right, just so he could pretend he felt something. But the truth was that he didn‘t feel much anymore. Jiko was the only thing in his life that truly made him feel complete and like his life had some kind of purpose. Without her in it, he felt like robot.

He was okay with that though. Same routine. Wake up, fight crime, spend time with a random woman, sleep. Lately the woman hadn’t be as random. He had started causally dating a girl name An. She was okay. She wasn‘t exactly fun but she was there, waiting for Keigo when he got off work every night. She would make him dinner, ask him about his day. It was comfortable for him.

That was the woman that Jiko kept seeing as she looked through photos of him. She was pretty, long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She didn‘t necessarily look like she fit with Hawks, but Jiko figured he must see something in her.

She continued to scroll for a little while longer until her eyelids got tired. She went to her bedroom, laid her head down and let sleep overtake her.

“Mama!“ A small voice squeaked as Youta dropped all of his weight on his mom to take her up. This caused Jiko to let out a huff of air and a sigh opening her eyes to look at her little boy. He was sitting on top of her, wings flapping slightly. A large smile was spread over his lips.

“Five more minutes.“ She mumbled, pretending to close her eyes and go back to sleep. Youta let out a small giggle before he started shaking.

“No! Up! Wake up!“ He said, and Jiko let out a playful groan. She quickly grabbed her son and rolled over so that she was sitting up and he was on the bed. She then began to tickle him, causing his laughter to errupt through the room.

Jiko slowly stopped tickling him, both of them laughing as she scooped him up in her arms. “Fine! I‘m up. What do you want to do today, dove?“ She asked, kissing his head. She had started calling Youta the nickname that Keigo called her out of habit. It ended up just sticking after a while.

“Park! Park!“ He said happily and Jiko rolled her eyes.

“You always wanna go to the park.“ She laughed and he nodded his head furiously.

“The park is fun! I can fly there.“

“Okay, but you gotta give momma like 10 minutes to get ready. You need to go get dressed to.“ She said and he nodded quickly, pushing away from her so that he was flying in the air at eye level of her. She gave him a playful look before using her hand to flick in the direction of his room. The little boy giggled as he flew to his room.

Jiko went into the bathroom and got ready for the day. She sprayed dry shampoo in her hair, it was significantly shorter than it was when she was with Keigo. Back then, she had hair that landed at her mid back. Now, her hair was kept into a messy pixie cut. Being a full-time single mom, she didn’t have a lot of time to worry about stuff like her hair so she just cut it off. Jiko brushed her teeth quickly and then changed her clothes so that she didn‘t look like she had just woken up.

By the time that she was ready, Youta had been struggling to put his shoes on. Jiko chuckled as she helped him slip his shoes on and tie them. Soon after gathering their belongs, the two of them started to head towards the park. Jiko always felt a little weird about taking Youta to the park because she was afraid that people would stare and talk about how much he resembled Hawks. Luckily though, most people didn’t give him a second look. She assumed that in a world full of people with different quirks, he didn‘t stand out too much.

Once they reached the park, they arrived at a little area that was far enough away from the main section of the park. This is where they normally went because Youta always wants to fly around but Jiko didn‘t like him flying around a bunch of strangers. So here, in their little safe haven they had found, Youta could fly as much as he wanted. And he did.

Jiko took a seat on a tree stump a few feet away from Youta. He looked at his mother as if asking permission to fly, and she just nodded her head. Seconds passed before Youta was in the air, flying around the trees. He never got out of his mothers sight, that being one of her few rules. He could fly when they were here but he had to stay within a specific distance that she could see. He never broke the rules.

They must have spent the next couple of hours here, Youta flying around high and Jiko just watching him. She took photos of him every once in a while so that she could remember all of these moments with him.

“Okay buddy, lets go.“ She called out, and Youta nodded his head. He turned towards his mom and started flying straight towards her. She laughed as she opened her arms. Youta flew straight into her arms and she carried him out of the little meadow they were in. They walked back home, stopping for some snacks on their way back to the apartment.

When they arrived back at the apartment, Youta was quick to take his shoes off and jump on the couch. He grabbed the tv remote and turned it, checking the news station to see if there was any coverage of heroes. Jiko rolled her eyes slightly as she started to look through her cabinets to start looking for something to actually make for dinner.

She was distracted as her phone buzzed. She grabbed it and opened the text message she had gotten. It was from her boss. While she may have money coming in from the commission, she still had a job to make sure that they always had enough money and to keep suspicion off them. It was just a little bartending job that she didn‘t mind too much, but it always sucked when she had to leave Youta.

She had grown closer to the old couple across the hall. Youta called them his grandparents and they gladly accepted. They had never been able to have children so they took Jiko and Youta under the wing like they were their child and grandchild.

“Wanna go to Nanas for a little?“ She asked and Youta jumped up.

“YES!“ He screamed. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, go get packed. I don't know exactly what time I‘ll be okay tonight.”

It took the small boy less than a minute to jump from the couch and run to his room. Jiko walked to her room and got dressed in her bartending outfit. It was just a pair of shorts and a black button up top. She gathered all of the things that she would need for work and met her son in the living room.

“Ready?“ She asked and he nodded his head furiously as he ran towards the door. He swung it open and was across the hall in a matter of second. Jiko laughed quietly as she followed behind him, shutting and locking their apartment. By the time she had done all of that, Mei had already scooped Youta up in her arms and was placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Have to work?“ Mei asked, and Jiko nodded her head.

“I‘m sorry its such short notice.“ She rubbed the back of her neck.

“Nonsense! Any excuse to spend time with my grandson is an excuse well spent.“ She said happily and Jiko nodded.

“I‘ll see you later, Youta.“ Jiko said, leaning forward and kissing her sons head. He smiled and waved at her.

“Bye momma!“ He said as Mei stepped back into her apartment and shut the door.

It took two trains to get to the district that she needed to be in. It wasn‘t exactly a long commute, but she always left early so that she could enjoy her walk to the station and then to work. She had her headphones in as she walked, taking in the scenery of the town she lived in. Having lived here for four years now, she should be tired of seeing it. But she never was. She thought it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen.

She arrived at her job a little before her shift. She was always early. That was something she had picked up from Hawks in their time together. She used to be late to everything, but Keigo's time was always limited so she always got their early to make sure she had enough time to spend with him.

“Hey, Jiko!“ One of her coworkers called out. His name was Haruto and he was one of Jikos few actual friends.

“Hey, Haruto.“ She smiled.

“You work tonight?”

“Obviously.“

Haruto rolled his eyes as he walked over, throwing his arm over her shoulders. He pulled her close into his arms and she gave him a small hug. Jiko had only been one for physical contact when it came to two people and they were her son and Keigo.

“We’ll have fun tonight. There’s some sort of pro hero party here tonight. So get ready for a long one!“ Haruto shouted, fist pumping the air. “Maybe I‘ll meet Edgeshot tonight!”

“I have to get someone's autograph for Youta. If he found out I was in the same building as a pro hero and didn’t at least try to get an autograph, he might just go live with Mei.“ Jiko chuckled.

“I‘ll try to get some for him too!” Haruto said happily before he turned on his heel, “ I have to get some stuff ready for prep. When you clock in, come find me and we will figure out what you need to do to get prepped!“

Jiko nodded her head as she went into the break room in the back, sitting down for a few minutes before clocking in. She scrolled through her phone, scrolling through random socials as she waited. As she scrolled, she came across an article that was written about the party that was happening tonight. Apparently it was exclusive. Agency's had bought the place out for the night and people wouldn‘t be allowed unless they were a hero from an agency or a plus one for the heroes.

At least that meant that the bouncers aren't going to have pull crazed fans off of the heroes every five minutes. That's happened here before and it wasn‘t a pretty sight. Jiko sighed quietly as she locked her phone and slid it into her short pockets. She clocked in and got to work preparing for the night.

A couple of hours passed and people started to show up. Jiko recognized a few heroes from watching the news religiously with her son. She had started to get drinks for heroes such as Edgeshot and Best Jeanist, smiling at them and being as friendly as she could. Of course, due to the large hero present inside the club, paparazzi had already started to form outside. Jiko sighed. She hated nights like this. Part of her moving away was keeping a low profile and having photos taken all night meant that she had to avoid them to the best of her ability.

Haruto poked his head around the corner, shouting an order of drink to Jiko. She nodded quickly as she started to pour all of the different shots that had been ordered. She placed them neatly on the tray that Haruto had called out. In exchange for the drink, Haruto slid an autograph from Best Jeanist to her.

“I don’t know how much Youta likes Best Jeanist, but I managed to grab this!” He said happily, and Jiko beamed at him.

“He loves all heroes.” She shouted over the loud music, ”Any autograph will be enough to make him lose his mind.”

Haruto nodded, turning on his heel to go give out the drinks she had just whipped up. Jiko quickly returned to her place, making drinks and handing them out for the night. It wasn’t until about thirty minutes later that someone squeal and Jiko looked up to see none other than All Might, smiling down at her.

“Holy shit.” Jiko said said, causing a large laugh to escape from his lips.

“It is I! All Might! I assume you’re a fan?” He asked, leaning forward. His elbow hit the bar top and he put his head in his hand.

“No- Well, yes, but I said holy shit because you’re my sons favorite hero and he might die if knew I was this close to you.” She chuckled, and All Might also let a small laugh pass his lips.

“Well! We can’t have that can we?”

“What do you mean?” She said, tilting her head.

“Let's take a video for your little boy! And I will personally sign something for him!” He said with a large smile and Jiko just stared at him for a second before she whipped her phone out. She turned around and held the phone up.

“What’s his name?”

“Youta.” She said before she hit record.

“Hi Young Youta! Your mom told me that you're a fan! Follow your dreams and don’t give up, Plus Ultra! Oh, and listen to your mother! Eat your vegetables!” All Might said, his smile large and he threw up a thumbs up towards the camera before she stopped record.

Jiko turned back around and watched the video quickly, chuckling to herself. ”He’s going to lose his mind. Thank you.” She said as she glanced up at him. He threw up a thumbs up, still smiling.

“All in a days work! Now, let me get...” He said, ordering a drink. Jiko nodded, quickly making the drink for him and handing it off. A few minutes after that drink was handed off, another squeal caught Jiko’s attention but what came next caught her off guard.

“Hawks!” Someone screamed and Jiko felt her blood go cold. Of course he was going to be here tonight, he's a pro hero and this event is for pro heroes. She glanced up, seeing his large red wings extend through the door way. Attached to his hip was his girlfriend. She was wearing a skin tight black dress, hair done up, makeup making her look even more beautiful (If that was possible). Keigo was wearing a pair of blue jeans, they had holes in them around the knees. A black button up shirt with a few buttons undone at the very top of it to expose a little bit of his chest.

Jiko felt her breath catch as she quickly turned around and squeezed through the few other bartenders that were behind the bar. She excused herself to the back, running to the break room. She shut the door behind her as she fell into the chair in the room. She was wheezing, attempting to catch her breath.

What was she supposed to do? She can’t just not do her job but she couldn’t risk Keigo seeing and recongize her. She didn’t want him to. Her life with her son was so good and she didn’t want to have to explain to Keigo that she took money to walk away from him with their child.

It was in this moment that Jikos quirk activated and her hands instantly went to her head. Suddenly she was able to hear every persons thought within the building and she could feel what most of them were feeling. Tears started to pour out of her eyes as she curled up in the chair, shaking her head, trying to turn off her quirk.

Jiko’s quirk was that she was able to change the way people felt and change the train of thought that they were currently thinking. But doing this, she felt everything that they felt. When she got into situations that were overwhelming, her quirk would activate on its own and she wasn’t able to turn it off until she was no longer panicking.

The only person in her life who had ever been able to calm her down was Keigo. He was able to wrap his wings around and whisper gentle words to her until she was grounded again. This was one of the first times in years that she had had a full-blown episode like this and even though the only person who could help her was in the building, she couldn’t go to him and ask for help.

The break room door opened and Haruto stuck his head in long enough to see Jiko in her weakened state. He instantly opened the door long enough to slide into the break room before he shut and closed the door behind him.

“Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?” He asked as he crouched down beside her.

“I can f-feel everything.” She stuttered out, unable to move her hands from her head.

“What can I do to help?”

“D-don't.. don't know.” She mumbled, starting to rock slightly as she tried to get herself under control.

“Hey, you’re okay. Whatever caused this can’t hurt you, okay? I won’t let it.” Haruto said as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around Jiko. She leaned into the embrace, her head resting against Haruto’s shoulder.

“Youta... Youta’s father is here.” She mumbled quietly and a quiet gasp came from Haruto.

“His father is a pro?” Haruto said, slightly shocked. Jiko couldn't find the words so she just nodded her head slowly. ”Who? Does he know?”

Jiko knew that she had made a mistake in telling Haruto because she didn’t want anyone to know. But she wasn’t exactly in the right head space to be making rational descisions.

“I can’t tell you who. He doesn’t know.” She whispered, the voice around her slowly dimming. “I don’t want him to take Youta away from me.”

“Well, firstly, he couldn’t just take him.” Haruto said, pulling back as Jikos words steadied themself out. Haruto knew that Jiko didn’t like to touch for long periods of time but he had figured that this was a special occasion.

“I know.” Jiko said, the voices finally subsiding in her head. ”But that doesn’t stop it from being one of the biggest fears I have in life. That he’s going to find out about Youta and he's going to take him away from me.”

“Well, you’re one of the best mothers I have ever met. You bust your ass for your son and I don’t think that anyone would want to separate you and Youta if they spent even five minutes with the two of you.” Haruto smiled and Jiko couldn’t help herself as she reached out and hugged her friend again.

“Thank you.” She said quietly.

“I’m just telling you the truth, Ji.” He said smiling. ”Do you think you can go back out on the floor? You can always come back here if you start feeling overwhelmed again.”

“Okay.” Jiko nodded. Haruto helped pull her to her feet and he opened the break room door for her.

“Just keep your head down, don’t talk to him if you can avoid it.” Haruto said as he pushed Jiko back out the door. She nodded to herself as she went back behind the bar and started to make up more drinks over the next hour or so. She would glance around the room to see if she saw him coming towards the bar but as far as she could tell, he was across the room and too busy sucking face with his girlfriend.

Jiko wouldn’t lie and say that seeing Keigo making out with his girlfriend didn't hurt a little bit. She had never seen him in person with another girl, considering they were each other's only friends growing up. Jiko had just always assumed that her and Keigo would grow old together. She had never had the thought of him being with anyone else because she was just used to...them.

The night started to come to an end, heroes were leaving and so were their guests. It was down to maybe the last ten people left in the bar when Jiko started to work on closing the bar down. She was taking dishes back to the dish room, cleaning up liquor bottles and putting them back into their places. She started to wipe down the bar in places that people weren’t sitting. Anything to make it so she could go home to her Youta.

Maybe four guests were left in the building at this point, Jiko wasn’t paying much attention to the actual guests, just listening to her coworkers count down how many they saw. The bar was more or less closed down when a voice pulled Jiko from the glass she was wiping out.

“Can I get a scotch?” An all too familiar voice asked and Jiko froze on the spot. The glass nearly slipped from her hands before she quickly turned around so that her back was facing Keigo. Maybe he hadn’t noticed her face, maybe he was too drunk to recognize her. All that matters was that she continued breathing and not letting herself get overwhelmed.

She grabbed a bottle off the counter in front of her and poured a small glass of scotch. With her head still down, she turned around and slid the drink across the bar.

“This is the only one I can give you, the bar is closed now.” Jiko said, trying to make her voice sound a little deeper so that he wouldn’t recognize her voice.

“Alright.” Keigo said softly and Jiko could feel his eyes on her. ”You know, you remind me of someone.”

“Really?” Jiko said.

“Yeah, I swear I know you from somewhere.”

“Don’t know where that could be. I’ve never met you before.” She said, turning away from him again to pretend to clean the counter behind her. The two of them sat in silence for a while before Haruto stuck his head out from the back.

“Jiko! Are we good to shut down?” He called out and Jiko froze in place. Hawks nearly choked on his drink after hearing the name called out.

“Jiko?” Keigo said quietly but by the time he had gotten her name out, she was already in the back of the restaurant.

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Oc Master Post

Alright! I finally have all my ocs designed and written down! This is the official debut post for this oc blog! It’s really long (gotta go through 10 ocs lmao) so I’ll put a read more so it’s easier to scroll past. If your interested, please read and even ask me questions! I really want to interact with this fandom since everyone seems so nice and funny!

And yes, I did put grils instead of girls on purpose...I’m funny I swear

So I first want to say that my ocs are in an au, one which has NRC have female students (but still in low numbers) and an 8th dorm based on Captain Hook (making Ramshackle the 9th). Also Crowley is a tiny bit nicer to our mc in this au, mostly cause he’s basically her weird dad lol

There’s another addition to this au, but that’ll be addressed in my MC insert’s bio.

I’ll also list additional info that the text in the refs don’t address, including body types because I wanted my ocs to be diverse in that aspect.

Another thing, shipping. Oh great seven, shipping will be a free for all for me. I really like shipping. So any ship and every ship will be possible (as long as it’s not with Cheka or Ortho, cause no. Human Grim is fine, but he has to be in human form). With that in mind this blog will be very self-indulgent when it comes to shipping and such.

I’ll come back to this to edit when I develop these girls more.

So first off we’ll start with my MC!self-insert!

I didn’t know what outfit to put her in, since Ramshackle doesn’t have a dorm uniform, so I just put her in her pjs (which were provided by Crowley).

Birthday: Feb 4 (my b-day lolol)

Best Subject: Math

Worst Subject: PE (for valid medical reasons)

Hobby: Drawing

Homeland: Not of TW

Body Type: Average

Charlotte (or Charlie as people call her) is usually quiet, especially when she first arrives in TW. But the more she’s comfortable around the people, the more she reveals her inner sass. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s as much as a dumbass as the ADeuce duo.

She’s also has albinism, but she used to constantly dye her hair into a more strawberry blonde so she wouldn’t get picked on by other kids. This condition also leads to her having to take many breaks during PE so she won’t burn.

She may like cats, but Grim really tests her fondness for them. But once it’s found out he can take a human form (and becomes more chill due to the amount of energy it takes to maintain said form) the two actually become the best of friends, which shocks the first year gang.

Design Inspiration: White Rabbit and March Hare

Birthday: Feb 29

Best Subject: History

Unique Magic: Golden Doorknob (Summons a golden doorknob on any surface, making it a door to anywhere the user thinks of. Example, placing the knob on Ramshackle's walls and walks into NRC's Cafeteria via the door)

Worst Subject: Chemistry

Hobby: Track

Homeland: Afterglow

Body Type: Pear shape

Whitney is what you expect from a rabbit, timid, nervous, shy, anxiety filled, and easily intimidated. At first. If you manage it anger her, suddenly you’ll be hit by both a Scottish war cry and a rabbit kick. When she’s angry, she’s a rage filled bunny who throws the most foul of curses. Her switches are rivaled to Deuce’s bad boy switch. And just like the boy, when she calms down she get’s very flustered.

She doesn’t talk to many people, as she hates attention. But after some she does become acquainted with the boys, almost on the line of friendship with each.

Design Inspiration: Shere Kahn and Tigger

Birthday: Set 28

Unique Magic: Fun! Fun! Fun! (turns any part of their body into a bouncy spring. Often the tail is used)

Best Subject: PE

Worst Subject: Chemistry

Hobby: Basket Weaving and making jewelry

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Body Type: Apple shape (broad shoulders)

Kaya is seen as a tough no bs girl, many females admire how she can go woman-to-man with the Savanaclaw males. But actually she’s nothing but a goofball that loves to tend to baby animals and make cute things. She has a talent for making beautiful woven baskets and earrings. She helps Ruggie a lot whenever she sees him overun by errands.

She does have a tendency to nap anywhere and everywhere like Leona and Silver, but she apologizes sheepishly when woken up. Because of her napping habit, she tends to stay up late into the night.

Design Inspiration: None

Birthday: May 24

Unique Magic: Second Chance (let’s the user go back to a certain point to try again. Only activated when close to death)

Best Subject: Chemistry

Worst Subject: History

Hobby: Singing and baking

Homeland: Coral Sea

Body Type: Petite

Wendy is a very small moon jellyfish mermaid. She was home-schooled by her mother under the sea, while her father ran a business on land. She visited land often to see her father, fascinated by all neon lights shining in the city.

She’s very quiet, like she’s actually a selective mute. She doesn’t tend to hangout with people because she fears most don’t like her because of her selective muteness. Oddly enough though, she’s always seen with Floyd, to the bafflement of everyone. She finds the eels mannerisms amusing.

She loves to sing, but doesn’t want anyone but her secret singing buddy (Daria) to listen to her. Her voice is very high pitched, but soft that it’s almost hard to hear. She also loves baking, often seen helping Jade and Floyd with preparing the sugary foods and drinks Monstro Lounge offers.

Design Inspiration: Iago and Jasmine’s red outfit

Birthday: Aug 5

Unique Magic: Dancer’s Delight (charms anyone who sees her dancing, perfect for distraction)

Best Subject: None

Worst Subject: None

Hobby: Dancing

Homeland: Land of Hot Sands

Body Type: Hourglass

Layla is like that one person who teases everyone and sees most as her friend. She uses both her height and pretty features to get a rise and fluster anyone. Her main victim is Jamil, much to his displeasure. She gets along great with Kalim, fueling his antics of carpet riding and shenanigans. But she does help Jamil in taking care of Kalim, often seeing the snake whisperer overworked.

She’s usually seen hanging out with Kaya and Whitney (with the rabbit being flustered by both of the taller females). She’s drawn to most in the Savanaclaw dorm, as she has the urge to pet their ears. She and Kaya are in the same class, so the two always buddy together, helping each other if needed.

Back home she comes from a line of exotic dancers, always entertaining other for money. With this in mind, she practices her dancing everyday. She hopes she can live up to the expectations her family has put on her. She’s not wealthy, but she’s not poor, so she doesn’t get too surpised over Kalim’s wealth. But she still does, especially when Kalim once offered to get her a tiger cub (she refused though).

Design Inspiration: Myself and Medusa (Hercules tv show)

Birthday: Mar 27

Unique Magic: Snake Eyes (paralyzes anyone with her stare if activated, even herself if she looks in the mirror)

Best Subject: History

Worst Subject: Math

Hobby: Painting and singing

Homeland: Isle of Lamentation

Body Type: Chubby

Daria is another quiet and reserved girl, she’s not shy per say but she prefers people to approach her than the other way. She doesn’t particularly like that she was sorted into Pomefiore, cause all she wants to do is paint and sing. This leads her to grow close to Epel and anger Vil. She purposefully doesn’t do anything to her appearance, only brushing her hair as she hates tangles.

She tends to stay in a secret area with Wendy, singing with the fellow quiet girl. If not that then she’s doing artwork in her dorm room, ignoring anyone who dares to pull her away from her work. Often times this leads to both her and Vil having a glaring contest cause she didn’t sleep (”Too busy painting” she says.) or forgot to do her morning skincare routine.

Design Inspiration: Phosphora (Kid Icarus) and Electra (backstory)

Birthday: Jul 16

Unique Magic: Sparks Fly (allows the user to transfer any electricity from any device around her into her prosthetics)

Best Subject: Math

Worst Subject: None

Hobby: Modifying her prosthetic limbs

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Body Type: Top heavy

Elina is the mom friend, always giving others affection and helping them when she can. Because of her affectionate self, she treats Ortho like her little brother. You’ll often see her playing with the boy, or in her room working on her prosthetics (with Idia helping). She loves making her limbs look non-human, but she has more human structure legs for school (as to not weird out her classmates too much). She’s made them since young, always improving and modernizing her limbs.

Because of a tragic accident, she has prosthetics for both legs and her left arm. And has trauma over car races or cars going over the speed limit. She never mentions her family around others, but it shows how much she cares for them. The same could be said for her friends.

Design Inspiration: Chernabog

Birthday: Jun 6

Unique Magic: ???

Best Subject: History

Worst Subject: Chem

Hobby: Making Clothes

Homeland: Valley of Thorns

Body Type: Shortstack

Maria is basically the opposite of Lilia, while he looks young but acts maturely she looks mature but acts like a complete child. Most believe she’s staff before she has to explain that she’s a student. She’s not a brat (thank sevens) but she is very naive and innocent. This causes for her dorm mates to become somewhat protective if someone makes a pass on her (she never notices cause she thinks they’re just being nice).

She has a talent with designing clothes, no one can explain why. Many have approached her to pay for her designs, but she refuses. She says she much prefers to just make and gift her designs to anyone. When she’s working, it’s the most mature you’ll see her. Everyone she’s interacted with has at least one thing she’s made, whether they wanted it or not.

Design Inspiration: Hook and Scarlet (the female animatronic from the pirate ride)

Birthday: Dec 25

Unique Magic: The Sea’s Rage (a passive ability that allows the user to access inhuman strength, allowing her to lift even Jack or Malleus)

Best Subject: None

Worst Subject: All

Hobby: Pick-pocketing

Homeland: The Savage Seas

Body Type: Flat (Looks average thanks to her corset)

Jessie is the dorm leader of Bonäuber, a dorm based upon The Captain of the Seas, who is held almost as high regards as the Great Seven. She’s a very childish and extremely cocky girl. She always praises herself for being the best out of everyone, when in actuality she’s not the brightest. The only thing she is good at she is shooting a gun, loving a good hunt. She also has a child fascination for board games, so she often plays (and loses) with Azul and Idia.

Most don’t like her because she has a bad habit of stealing from anyone and everyone. This is because of her hard childhood, having to steal to survive with no family. The Savage Seas, and the isles among it, were tough on those with no wealth. It wasn’t until a kind pirate gifted saved her from a beating and gifted her a gold coin, her first coin. She now wears the coin on her neck and vows to become a pirate as great as The Captain, using her loot to make others who were in her shoes to have a good life. Because of her ambitions, she always goes for the rich when looting, Kalim being her main target. But because of how nice and generous he is, she gets flustered and runs away without a single coin. (It’s really cute ngl)

As a dorm leader she’s overly not strict, the most she can be is over how clean the dormitory is. Uniform isn’t strict as well, only forcing those in the dorm to wear the striped shirt, vest, belt, bandanna, and boots. Bottoms can be anything, and the corsets were optional. Most dorm members were interestingly mostly females, which confused many.

Their dorm building is a functioning pirate ship, usually docked on a deserted island. Occasionally the dorm will go on an adventure, since most are those who love the sea and can’t stay in one place.

Design Inspiration: Smee and Tick Tock Croc (and maybe Louis from the princess and the frog)

Birthday: Oct 3

Unique Magic: When I’m Human (let’s the user take a human form with little drawback, like Kalim’s Oasis Maker. This slowly wears off if the user is over emotional, most commonly anger.)

Best Subjects: All

Worst Subjects: None

Hobby: Making tea and treats for Jessie

Homeland: The Savage Seas

Body Type: Hourglass (looks more exaggerated thanks to her corset)

Sammy (what Jessie calls her) is the vice dorm leader of Bonauber, she’s very mysterious and weird to most in the school. She’s always by the shorter girl’s side, and always takes care of her. She is a big enabler, sharing her ambitions with the leader. She’s very humble about her intelligence and abilities, often only giving praise to Jessie. She’s almost like a mother for the leader.

She’s secretly a crocodile that saved (and traumatized) Jessie when they were younger. As she saw the little girl run from an adult, causing the reptile to attack the adult. She didn’t know why, but at the time a sudden feeling of protecting for the girl took over. Ever since then the reptile was drawn towards the girl, almost obsessive. It wasn’t until she developed her unique magic that she stuck with the girl from childhood. Jessie never realized, as Sam is very keen on keeping the object of her affections(?) in the dark. If anyone threatens the two, Sam will open her eyes and glare with her slit pupils as scales appear faintly.

And that’s all of them! After posting this I’ll start working on two things.

1: cards, I want to draw cards for them as if they are canon characters. I’ll work on the school uniform cards first!

2: Grim’s human design, this one will be easier as he’ll just be a sketch.

Again, feel free to ask any questions! I’ll answer with in character sketches! (with more elaborating in artist’s text) I’ll try my best to answer as many of them as I can! You can also dm me if you wish to just talk about twst with me!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst self insert #twst ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland self insert

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seasickbaby · 4 years

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Just a Kiss (II)

Pairing: Christopher x reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Christopher offers to help improve your *romantic* skills, and he isn’t kidding. When you agree, things escalate and feelings you tried to suppress resurface.

A/N: Hola amores! Thank you so much for your patience with his fic. Ngl I don’t think this is my best writing but I wanted to get it up anyways. This chapter is short but I’m thinking about making this a series. Please come talk to me about this chapter and what you (want) think is gonna happen next! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and keeps me motivated to write more. Also from now on my notes will go at the bottom! Enjoy!

You can read part one here:

https://seasickbaby.tumblr.com/post/188487428355/just-a-kiss

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“I mean,,, t-tips…” You stutter, “Give me tips.”

Christopher clicks his tongue and leans back on the counter.

“Tips will only get you so far y/n… This is more of a hands on activity.”

You roll your eyes and slap his arm playfully. “Come on, I need a guy’s perspective. I could give you some in return.”

Chris, completely unfazed, just takes another sip of his beer. The lack of attention is bothersome so you cross your arms and pout your lip; inner five year old coming out when he doesn’t give you what you want.

Chris steals a side glance and chuckles. He then turns and, with a soft gaze, places a soft hand underneath your chin.

“No offense princesa, but what tips could you possibly give me?”

Forehead wrinkling, you force a laugh.

Wow, that was rude.

“Full offense Chris, but for how much you get gassed up about your skills, I expected more.”

This takes him by surprise. He was used to being teased by the other members, sure, but never about his ways with women. Everyone knew he was a ladies man. Even himself.

“Woah what do you mean?” Visibly hurt and confused, Chris pulls back his hand and dramatically places it over his chest.

You pretend you do not hear.

“Hmmm, maybe I should just ask Zabdi, I bet he won’t mind.” You shrug before hopping off the stool, “I’ve heard good things about him too.” You wink.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

His hand finds yours before you could walk away.

“Fine. I’ll help you, but first take back what you said.”

His ego got hurt, cute.

“And why would I do that?” You smile innocently.

He gives a small tug on your hand and brings you to stand in front of him, pulling you in between his legs when he hooks his hands behind your lower back. Eyes burning into yours.

Funny how people say that the eyes are the gateway to the soul. Most would say Chris is an open book; his outgoing, energetic personality makes it seem like such, but his eyes always spoke the words he never said out loud. Full of emotions yet never revealing too much, only showing what he wanted you to see.

You let yourself get lost in them every once in a while, never for too long. But right now, being so close in proximity, staring straight into his doe eyes, made you a little light headed.

Not even kidding, you could’ve kissed him again right there and then... if Erick hadn’t interrupted. The young one came over, ever so happily, and throws his arms over both your shoulders; the movement forcing Chris’ hands to let go of you.

“Ayyyy, compadres.”

“Erick your breath smells like beer.” Chris laughs as he sees you wrinkle your nose in the opposite direction of his face.

“Honestly, who even gave you alcohol you’re a baby!”

“I am not! Tengo 18 años para su información. I’m a full grown, legal, adult!” Erick sloppily waves his hands in the air.

“Uh huh, we can see that.”

A couple minutes pass of the three of you standing there together, laughing and talking, until Erick stops mid conversation and gasps.

Listen to the song!” He instructs.

You and Chris both give each other a puzzled look as you try to listen over the crowd of drunk people.

“Que sordos… It’s El Guachineo!” He grabs your hand and starts to pull you out onto the dance floor, “Come on, let's dance!”

You swallow the last of your drink and the tequila pumps through your veins, making you feel bolder and confident. Perhaps it was the way Chris was looking at you or the one too many shots you took, you weren’t really sure, but you get the sudden urge to give in to Christopher’s temptations. Nervously biting your lip, you lean closer to him, and you’re sure going to regret this once you’re sober.

“Prove me wrong, and I’ll retract my statement.”

He could've not known what you meant, but the way his eyes widened made you think otherwise. You send him a flirtatious, yet sweet, smile before letting Erick drag you away.

There was never a dull moment when dancing with Erick. The way he flung his arms around everywhere and his facial expressions always had you laughing. Erick was a good dancer, no doubt about it, but he’s also a goofy guy, and that goofiness is multiplied by ten when he drinks.

Eventually the rest of the boys join you on the dance floor; everyone except Christopher. The longer you danced the longer you overthought the comment you previously made; anxiety begins builds up in your stomach. You try to push the thoughts away and instead focus on the boys in front of you, who were arguing over who was better at dancing bachata.

After what felt like an hour, you leave the group to look for Chris. You begin with where you last left him. Upon not finding him, you turn to the person most likely to have seen him last.

“Excuse me,” You smile at the barista, “have you, by any chance, seen a man with sloppy brown hair, tattoo sleeved arms, and looks like,,, a deer… kinda?”

“The Velez guy that was sitting with you over there?”

“Yes! That one.”

“He left not long after you and el otro muchacho went out to dance.” She gave you an apologetic smile.

The way your heart drops a little is unsettling, so you ignore the feeling and, instead, order one last shot of tequila before heading back to the hotel. You shoot the boys a quick text in the groupchat and head out of the club.

To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I’m going back to the hotel, have fun :)

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Zabdi: Who’s taking you?

You’ve been drinking all night

To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I called an uber I'm fine

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: I’m coming with you

To: Thicc boyz + y/n

I’m F I N E, enjoy your night

From: Thicc boyz + y/n

Richard: You’re drunk in a big city we don’t know,

I'm not letting you go alone

To: Thicc boyz + y/n *not drunk & too late :P

Later, xoxo

You throw your head back on the Uber’s seat with a sigh and close your eyes, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Long night?” The Uber guy asks.

You sigh with a small laugh “In a way.” Even though it was only two in the morning; at this time people are still drinking non stop.

“Well, I hope whatever is troubling you now resolves itself soon. Remember, everything happens for a reason.”

It was a small but sweet gesture. Maybe your troubles were a bit dumb but he made your feelings validated. Let’s just say, you got back to the hotel safe and sound and with a new friend: Ricky the driver.

The elevator ride to the fourteenth floor was slow and you couldn’t wait to finally relax. You open the door of your room and smile in relief when you kick your heels off. You took a shower, put on your favorite silk pjs, threw a robe over it and flopped on the bed to watch The Lion King (for the hundredth time) with a bowl of grapes. You were in the middle of singing Hakuna Matata when your phone rings.

A notification from Chris pops up.

Christopher:

Did you make it back to the hotel safely? [2:50 am]

Y/N:

I did, thanks for asking [2:51 am]

Where did you go tonight? [2:53 am]

Christopher:

I, uh, had to take care of a little problem [2:54 am]

Y/N

Oh? [1:54 am]

Christopher:

That you caused… [2:54 am]

Y/N:

I’m even more confused [2:55 am]

Christopher:

Did you mean what you said before? [2:57 am]

Y/N:

What do you mean [2:57 am]

Christopher:

About,,, you know [2:58 am]

Christopher:

Proving you wrong [2:58 am]

Y/N:

Oh, I didn’t not mean it [2:59 am]

Your heart thuds loudly as you anticipate his response

Christopher:

Y/N you’re Richard’s little sister… [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Damn. Bitches just want to be good kissers and end up getting exposed to their brother… I’m bitches :( [3:00 am]

Y/N:

Just say you don’t like me and GO [3:01 am]

Christopher:

I guess I could teach you a thing or two [3:02 am]

That has you sitting up abruptly. Eyes scanning the text over and over. You feel your heart in your throat and, why is it extremely hot all of a sudden? You push yourself off your bed and pace around the room, unsure of what to do or say next.

Your phone dings with another text and you scramble to read it.

Christopher:

Come to my room. [3:05 am]

A101 [3:05 am]

You debate it at first. Coming up with multiple “what if’s” and a long list of things that could go wrong. But at the end of the day you knew this was a one time thing, no strings attached, and a way to practice. So why not?

You’re knocking on room A101’s door sooner than you expected. You look down at your shorts and curse yourself for not wearing something less revealing. A couple seconds pass, enough for you to change your mind, so you turn to walk away.

“A donde vas?”

A voice too familiar says behind you. You slowly face him, heart beating out of your chest and hands a tad clammy.

“Strictly for instructional purposes only?” You raise one eyebrow.

“Nothing more.” He extends his hand and you stare at it for a second before grabbing it. His lips part into a smile and yours return it. Chris pulls you into the room, letting out a small laugh as you trip over your feet. He reaches a hand up to brush through your hair, stopping at your jaw and tracing his thumb all the way to your lips.Your laugh dies down as you see Christopher’s eyes flick to your lips, tongue coming across them in a slow, sultry, motion.

Deep down, you knew you were crossing a line which you couldn’t come back from. And you were worried. Lowkey truly worried. Because there was so much on that line: your friendship with Christopher (one of your best friends), Christopher’s relationship with your Richard (his band mate and best friend) and your relationship with your brother. But all those worries vanish when Chris leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then the corner of your lips.

“Step number one.”

#this took ages to finish #i know its not the best #if you read it pls let me know what you think #part 3 will be up after the semester is over #cnco fic #christopher velez #Christopher velez fic #fan fiction #Chris fic #cnco #cnco blog

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dvp95 · 4 years

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quiet on widow’s peak (10)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 2.8k (this chapter), 32.4k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

They try everything. Sophie handles the cameras and phones while Phil and Chris spend way too long cleaning up files on their laptops and doing what they can to get any clear images out of the mess. It's no use. By the time PJ returns from driving Dan home, all they've accomplished is figuring out that the corruption is on their devices, not on the exported files. No matter what they do, the videos and pictures they took have the effect of being scrambled, like someone has pressed fast forward and also put a noise filter over them. The sound is no better - there's a high-pitched sort of ringing in all of the video and audio recordings that Phil can't understand the source of. Some files won't open altogether.

"How does this even happen?" Sophie mutters, bent over Chris' phone with a furrowed brow. "There's nothing left. Like, at all."

"We still have footage from the first night," says Phil. He's trying his very best to stay positive, but this is unbelievably frustrating. They experienced something last night, even if they can't agree on what it was, and they're supposed to start driving back to Brighton before it gets too dark. They don't have time for this. "With the shadow, you know."

His friends make grunts of irritated agreement. Phil knows that all of them are disappointed and a little angry about the lack of evidence for their hellish night, almost like they went through it for nothing, but he doesn't have anything comforting to say.

Phil has never been very good at comfort. He's good at distracting people and forcing optimism, but seeing such visceral emotions from his usually mild housemates makes him want to retreat into himself. He takes his glasses off to rub at his eyes, fighting off a budding headache.

"That's not really enough for a video, though, is it," says PJ. "I mean, you're not going to convince anyone with just a shadow."

"Well, we can't stay to try and get more," Chris says with a little huff.

"I can," Phil points out. He doesn't think he wants to, really, because this whole situation skeeves him out and going back alone would not help, but he needs there to be a purpose to his friends' suffering or he'll never forgive himself. He stares at his unfocused laptop screen, full of files that don't work, and wonders if they're going to bother to try and stop him. "I mean, you guys all have work tomorrow. I don't have anywhere to be. And I kind of want to see this through, so I can, like… take the train home when it's done."

There's a moment of quiet. Phil feels his shoulders tense at the possibility that he's going to have to argue his way into this. It's his job. Plus, he already knows his parents are going to have a problem with him staying longer to investigate, and fighting with yet another set of well-meaning people is more than he wants to do.

"Normally I'd be like, whatever," says PJ. "You know what you're doing and you do this sort of shit alone all the time. But, Phil, how the fuck do you think the paralysis will work if you're by yourself?"

"I won't try to sleep there," Phil decides, shoving his glasses back onto his face. "That's the only time it's happened, right? When people are already falling asleep?"

PJ's mouth twists unhappily, but he doesn't protest further. Phil wonders if he's actually won this argument or if PJ is just too tired from bickering with Dan about cryptids, or whatever they talked about on the drive. Thinking about Dan is a distraction, and not exactly a welcome one. Phil doesn't know how he feels - or even if he should be feeling anything at all - and he doesn't want to add that crisis on top of the one he's already dealing with.

"So you're just going to go there," says Chris. "Alone. And then poke around and go home?"

"That's what I do in most haunts."

"Fair play. Carry on."

It's almost funny how quickly PJ's expression nosedives into aghast. "What? That's it? You're not putting up more of a fight?"

"Why bother?" Chris asks with a little shrug. "He's a stubborn bellend."

"Hey," Phil half-heartedly protests. His friends don't deign to acknowledge it.

"You should bring a sigil with you," says Sophie. Her voice is soft and tired, but her eyes are kind in a way that PJ and Chris don't bother to be. "Why don't you bring something down that you'd have on you, and we'll all put something on it?"

"Really?" Chris asks. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. Phil doesn't know if he thinks the idea is good or stupid, but he nods after Sophie does. "Alright, we can do that."

PJ is looking off into the distance while cogs seem to turn in his head. "Something you'll have physically on you, Philly, since we can't put it on your skin itself. Let us draw on your glasses or jacket or -"

"Knickers," Chris chimes in.

"Or your knickers," PJ agrees, far more solemnly than Phil thinks is necessary.

It doesn't seem like it'll actually help, but Phil feels so much affection and gratitude for his friends wanting to protect him in any way they can that he doesn't argue.

Phil doesn't really like the idea of going to the Wilkins place alone, either, but he's a lot more comfortable doing that than dragging his innocent friends along for the awful ride again. He thinks about Sophie's kind eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly, the way PJ gasped when he woke up, Chris trying to hide his own concern about the situation, and he feels his resolve stiffen even more.

Maybe he is a stubborn bellend. This is his responsibility, though. It's not right for him to keep asking for help. Phil lets the conversation flow to what snacks they're going to get for the drive and thinks about how he's going to break the situation to his parents.

It doesn't feel as satisfying to shut the door of his childhood bedroom, now. Maybe it's the fact that he's too mature to slam it, or maybe it's that the room itself isn't the haven it used to be. All the neutral colours and boring pieces of art are like a constant visual reminder that his life isn't here anymore.

He doesn't want it to be here. That isn't the problem. It feels stupid if he thinks about it for too long, but he grew up in this house. He's got scars from the sharp corners of the old furniture and more memories than he has in any other singular location. Sure, it makes sense that his parents are retiring and want to downsize from a big, empty house, but Phil really isn't comfortable with this level of change. He kind of assumed he'd always be able to come visit and feel at home again.

Phil sinks onto the mattress. For a long moment, he seriously considers going to sleep. It's barely past seven, but he didn't sleep well this morning. At least if he's unconscious he doesn't need to deal with the crushing weight of his parents' disappointment and worry.

The decision is made for him when his phone buzzes with a notification from Tumblr.

tell ur parents thanks for letting me stay and tell pj thanks for bringing me home and tell urself thanks for the uhhhh experience lmao its deffo not one im gonna forget anytime soon

Phil huffs a laugh and gets comfortable. You're very welcome. I'll tell them when I come out of hiding.

arent you in a very small car on your way to brighton mate… how tf do you manage to hide in there when youre huge

Oh I'm not in the car, I'm still at my parents' place. It's a long story and I hate typing a bunch on my phone. Phil grimaces at himself for the way that sounds, like he's cutting off any questions Dan might have before they ask. He sends another message. Voice call me on Skype or something if you wanna hear about my no good, very bad day.

He doesn't expect Dan to actually call him, let alone immediately, but Phil's phone starts buzzing with a Skype call before he's collected himself enough to find his headphones. He's still detangling while he answers with a sheepish, "Oh, hello!"

"Hi," says Dan. Their voice is low and amused, and Phil can't believe how nice it is to hear after only a handful of hours.

"I'm woefully unprepared, as per usual," Phil rambles, finally getting his headphones in and grinning at the bland wall in front of him. Nobody is here to judge him for it. "You, er, got home alright?"

"Obviously yes," says Dan. "So, you had a bad day?"

"'Cause you had a bad day," Phil sings back to them. The sound of Dan's giggle makes any embarrassment worth it, he thinks. "Yeah, uh, it was rough. So we wanted to look over the footage from last night to see what the camera caught, y'know, but… I don't know how, I don't have an explanation for it, but everything is corrupted. Our audio, our video, our photos. They're all beyond repair."

There's a few moments of silence, where Phil would think Skype had frozen if he couldn't still hear the faint music on Dan's end. Then, "What? You - what? We don't have anything?"

Phil likes the sound of 'we'. He probably shouldn't.

"We tried everything," Phil explains, his heart feeling heavy all over again at the reminder that they spent hours terrified for nothing. "But the corruption isn't even in the exported files, it's on our devices themselves. Chris' phone, our cameras… they're all fucked."

"If you're swearing, it must be fucking serious," says Dan. Phil wants to interrupt then, explain that his policy on bleeping out curses is more about staying monetized and keeping his parents happy than any personal morals, but Dan has already shot past the topic at the speed of light. "So basically we've got no proof we were ever there, let alone that something weird happened - which I'm not saying is some kind of fucking paranormal shit, by the way, but it was weird - and now you've got nothing to make a video with and I never should have told you about this place to begin with?"

"Dan, breathe." Phil waits until he's sure that Dan is at least trying to follow the directive. "It's okay. I'm glad you brought me here. And that's why I'm still in town - I'm going to get more footage."

"Not alone, you're not," Dan says fiercely.

"Peej and the other Scoobs already went home. I just didn't go with them."

"I don't care where your friends are," says Dan. Phil can almost see their hand waving dismissively. "You're not going back there alone. End of story."

The clear insistence in Dan's voice should be getting Phil's back up against the wall. He hates being told what to do with his own projects, needs to be in complete control whenever possible. Instead, he finds himself thinking that it's sweet of Dan to worry like that.

Christ, but he's got it bad.

"I'm still in town either way," Phil says, picking at a loose thread in his sleeve absent-mindedly. "Which my parents are, uh, not thrilled about."

"Really?" Dan sounds genuinely surprised. "They seem like they really love you, mate."

Love has never been the issue. That feels strange to think, cocky almost, but Phil has never really worried that his parents won't love him. Even with the secrets he keeps from them and their fears about the way he lives his life, the worst he's ever expected is disappointment. That just isn't the way their relationship works.

"Oh, they do," says Phil. "But they hate my job, and they think that it's stupid of me to keep investigating a place that clearly doesn't want to be investigated. They believe in ghosts and demons and all that jazz, y'know, they think I'm inviting evil into my life, so they said they'd let me stay here while I work but that we're going to have a 'serious discussion' about my life trajectory when I'm done."

"Ouch. I'd hate that conversation."

"Trust me, it's going to suck. I just got the preview today, and I already know I'm going to want to run away to Iceland."

There's a beat. Then, Dan says, "At least when you're there you can look into the hidden people. You know, the Icelandic elves or whatever that live in a parallel world. That seems up your alley."

"Your mum lives in a parallel world," Phil mutters.

Dan giggles. The sound of it is soft, like they're aware of their own volume, and Phil remembers that Dan lives in some kind of housing with a bunch of other students. He still loves the sound, so much so that he drifts into a nonsensical daydream of making Dan laugh as much as possible and almost misses Dan's voice coming through his headphones again.

"Since you're still in town," Dan is saying, and Phil makes a conscious effort to tune back in, "you should come by the shop tomorrow. I have an early class, but I'm starting work at eleven."

The prospect of seeing Dan again is such a good one that Phil doesn't even hesitate before he's agreeing. It'll be a bit of an effort to get out of bed early enough to avoid his parents and catch Dan for a good amount of time, but Phil feels like it's definitely going to be worth it. He likes Dan, likes being around them if absolutely nothing else, and the ill-advised butterflies in his stomach aren't enough to make him fall on the side of finding this a bad idea.

It isn't until after he's hung up and getting himself a sandwich so he doesn't have to eat an awkward dinner with his parents that Phil realises he's going to have Dan all to himself tomorrow. Well, to himself and to whatever patrons come into the coffee shop. The force of those warm eyes, just focused on him… it's going to test Phil in a way he's not sure he's ready for.

He turns away from the fridge and almost jumps out of his skin.

"Mum," he complains, free hand clutched to his chest. "Don't just stand there, you scared me!"

A smile tugs at Kath's lips, but her arms are crossed and her eyes are staring into Phil's very soul. He feels cornered all of a sudden, like he ought to be clawing for escape.

"Philip," she says, all warmth. There's that slight edge that he remembers so clearly from mishaps as a child, but for the most part it seems like she isn't here to lecture him. He imagines that's going to come from both of them. "This thing that you insist on doing… it's dangerous. You must know that, love."

Phil doesn't actually know that. For the most part, his career hasn't given him anything but boredom and a complex about his own creativity. It's just the odd cases, the ones like the Wilkins house, that get him squirrelly.

"I know, mum," he says anyway. It isn't worth the argument. "But this is my job."

"It doesn't need to be," she presses, and Phil realises that his assumption was very, very wrong. They're going to divide and conquer. She continues like she hasn't noticed the way his whole body is tensing up. "You have such a wonderful mind and loads of ambition, my dear. And that imagination! Gosh, you could do anything that you set your mind to."

Anything he set his mind to - if he actually tried. Phil can hear the words that she isn't saying, that his dad will have no trouble voicing later, and he feels the familiar burn in his throat like he's going to start crying.

He won't. He doesn't cry much, as a rule, but he's well-acquainted with the sensation of holding it back.

"I know that I can," says Phil quietly. He looks down at his sandwich. He isn't very hungry anymore. "Mum, I'm not - I don't do this because I - you know, I like my job."

That's not exactly the truth anymore, but Phil is also well-acquainted with the art of lying to his mother. She doesn't need to know about the doubts that plague Phil, the way that he's felt like he's slogging through videos until they catch his interest properly. That's something he can figure out on his own. He forces his eyes back up at her to drive the point home with a sincere, pleading sort of look.

Her mouth twists, unhappily this time.

"You need to grow up sometime, Phil," she says, so soft that it almost cushions the devastating blow of her words.

Almost.

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devilbat · 5 years

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Drunken Words

Tom x reader

Warning: fluff, funny and reader being a bit drunk..

You sat in the cab trying to find your house keys. While Tom’s house slowly came into view. You had spilled the contents of your purse on the seat of the cab. You groaned in frustration when you couldn’t find them. Soon the cab was parked in front of the house you currently share with Tom Hiddleston. The driver cleared his throat grabbing your attention. Looking up at him he pointed his finger to the house that he had parked in front of. Shoveling you scatter stuff back in you bag you scurried to get out. Your friends had paid before you even slid into the cab. Well it was more like stumbled into the cab.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you like you did when you got into the cab stumbled out of it. You may have had one to many drink.

It had been awhile since you had a girls night out. And two of your favorite girls were in town. It felt like ages when you saw them last, after filming with Tom and the rest of the cast a year ago. It was nice. When you moved out to London with Tom as his PA it was hard to get time to yourself, or the fact that you had no friends there. Well sure you had Tom, plus the younger Tom and Ben’s wife to keep you company. But you did miss this night with just the girls. So when you heard they were coming out you planed on a night out and left Tom at home alone. Things with Tom had been starting to heat up.

Making your way to the front door. You didn’t want to call or knock on the door Tom was most likely asleep. Not wanting to wake him over something like you not being able to find your keys. Looking for the hidden key. Which was under the frog planter you had put out when you first moved in with Tom. No such luck Tom must have forgotten to put the key back. With a sigh and a huff you walked around the house thinking maybe he left the sliding door unlocked. But no such lock. Walking the other way around the house. You looked over, your drunk brain trying to think. That’s when you saw the window of Toms room cracked open.

Tom has been just getting ready to go to bed as he walked out of his bathroom. Looking at his phone one last time. The girls said you were on your way home. He was starting to get worried. He shot you a quick text asking if you were all right. When he heard the ding of your phone somewhere in ‘his room?’ Looking over to where the sound came from. The sight his eyes came upon was quite the sight. You were half way throw his bedroom window. What was rather comical was the fact that your back half was stuck on the outer side of the window. You were struggling to open and get the rest of yourself in the room. He could tell you were attempting to be quiet. You would flinch every time there was a noise.

“Darling, you look a little stuck.” Tom chuckle. Making you squeak and look up. Seeing Tom Walk towards you. Your eyes wonder over the form that came towards you. That same form that was only wearing very tight boxers.

“Tom!” You hiccuped. “What are you doing in here?” You smiled.

“Y/n it’s my room.” Tom tried to hold his chuckle.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping! Ohh Tomm, they had Scots I drank them.” You beamed. Still struggling to get in the room.

“Darling your drunk.” Tom laughed.

“No Thomas i’s no drunk! I’m just highly pleasured. Did my ass get better? Or did the window get smaller?” Looking behind you. Trying to figure out how to get in.

“Yes darling you ass did get better.” Tom smiled. Know very well that would wouldn’t remember much of this conversation.

“Ah Thomas. Don’t insult my ass.” You scoffed at the man.

“I’m sorry darling I will not insult your ass.” Tom said amused. Tom opened the window, almost making you fall back out of it, if it weren’t for Tom grabbing a hold of you waist. Tom pulled you in with not much help from you. Tom almost fell himself when you had pushed your foot against the window seal. Tom was trying to get you on to your feet but you only slid against his chest and down to your knees. You looked up at Tom. And giggled.

“Well, you finally got someone to kneel before you with glorious purpose.” You giggled more with a few hiccups in between. Tom was quite amused by your state. If only you weren’t drunk. Your eyes flutter down staring at his toned stomach. “Tom way are you naked?” You hand started to reach up wanting to trail your fingers down the tail of hair the led under his boxer. Until tom grab ahold of you pulling you to your feet.

“I’m not exactly naked and you are in my bedroom.” His smiled.

“Hey now I was to find out how British you are down there!” You huffed as Tom held you steady.

“I can assure you. I’m very British.” He sighed his eyebrow raised

“You know your cute when you act all British.” You cooed as you tried to walk. Only to stumble over your own feet. Almost crashing to the floor if it wasn’t for Tom hands grabbing a hold of your waist. “Ohh I like it when you man handle me.”

“All right lets get you to bed.” Tom shook his head. Tom picked you up with a bit of a fuss and squeal from you. Tom made his way to your bedroom.

“Tom you smell nice. Have I ever told you that.” You hummed laying your head on his shoulder, humming happily as your fingers made small patterns on exposed skin.

“Um thank you. Though you’re the one that buys my Cologne for me.” Tom stated. As he managed to open your door.

“Well I do have impeccable taste in cologne and in men. So winning.” You giggled. Before Tom had set you into bed. “Thank you to my prince in leather and metal.” Mumbling as Tom pulled your shoes off before he brought blanket over you. “What no kiss from the handsome prince.” You giggled.

“You mean your king.” Loki’s voice came out. “And if you remember tomorrow that I owe you a kiss, then you shall receive it.” Tom smile softly. Part of him wants you to remember and the other part of him doesn’t. As comical as you are drunk he did not want you to be embarrassed at some of the thing you had said. Before he made it to the door he could hear you lightly snoring.

Next morning when you woke, your head was pounding. Rolling over to look at your phone that was resting on the nightstand, next to a glass of water and pain killers with a note. Letting you know that Tom was out for a run. There was breakfast waiting for you when you woke. Taking the pills and water you decide to shower and throw on pjs. Cause you were not going anywhere for the rest of the day. Maybe the week. And depending on if you can remember what happened last night you may never leave the room. But after breakfast. Sitting down with the plate of food Tom made for you. Your groggy mind tried to remember things right as Tom walked in from his run.

“Ah she lives.” Tom teases a bit loudly.

“Shhh, Tom I’m dying.” You hissed. Holding you head. Tom chuckled. As he went to grab a glass of water. “Did I do anything stupid?” You looked over at him.

“You don’t remember anything when you came home?” Tom asked holding both his laughter and disappointment.

“I remember something about a window?” You asked trying to think about last night. You remember the events before getting home.

“Yes it was quite comical, you were stuck in the window of my bedroom.” Tom smirked. As he sat next to you.

“Well, I would say that would be a surprise but I could see me doing that.” You sighed. Looking away from Tom.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower drunky.” Tom chuckle as he made his way out of the kitchen. Leaving you to your thoughts. The thoughts from last night soon started to flood your mind. You eyes widened as you looked over where Tom had left moments ago. You waited before you went to talk with Tom. As you without knocking walked in to Tom’s bedroom. You thought you waited long enough, but apparently that was not the case. Tom was checking his phone, while a towel rested around his hips. Tom turned as the door shut behind you. You eyes widened and your mouth gapped open.

“Well I see you used the door this time.” Tom chuckle. You closed your mouth only to let is fall back open trying to find your voice.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet? I waited that long to talk to you, so you should be dressed.” You quietly huffed.

“Like I said last night it is my room. Do you care to share what you were going to talk with me about?” Tom inquired. Taking a few steps towards you.

“I um remember what happened last night.” You whispered. Fidgeting with your hands. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize love. But I would like to know what exactly you remembered?” Tom smirked, that damn smirk of his, the one he always does for Loki. You hadn’t even realized how close he was getting to you.

“That you owe me a kiss?” You questioned not really sure that if you dreamt it up or if he really did say it.

“I do owe you that.” He whispered as he stood toe to toe with you. You only looked down. Which wasn’t helping any. Tom’s hand pushed you chin up to look at him. His head dipped down towards your his lips ghosting over your own. “Do you really think I’m cute?” You only nodded. Thinking he would kiss you finally, only for him to speak up again. “Did you really want to find out how British I am?” You could feel his smirk ghosts over your lips.

“Will you just make good on your words and kiss me all ready!” You squeaked out. With a dark chuckle Tom finally sealed your lips with his own. “Did you insult my ass last night?” You mumbled against his lips. Only making Tom kiss you harder now to get you to stop talking.

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Yugioh S3 Ep 46-47: We Have an Extra Episode, Just Blow Up the Island, I Dunno

Yo can you even believe this season is over?

It was honestly a two-season season, when you think about it. This tournament that was only like a week in showtime but two years in watch time if it was 2001 and I was tuning in every week. Kinda nuts when you think about it.

Anyways, it’s over, and not even the Kaibas are willing to really let it end. They’re camping out in their bunker they just set to explode, just watching everyone run around like ants while the sirens wail across the island (do you NEED emergency sirens if no one else lives on this island?)

And we get one more time for the writers of this show to flip over the Kaiba timeline like pancakes and I just...

I can’t believe they did this to me, but at the same time I can totally see how they just let this one fly under the radar, just wait for it, it’s coming.

(read more under the cut)

So this sort of explains a little bit more of why Kaiba insists on building Kaibaland when it already exists, as apparently the Japanese Kaibaland was just the first of a franchise. Like seriously what child dreams of Franchising? He has Kaibaland but is like “I won’t be truly happy at all and I will try to cut people up with card games until there are more Kaibalands. That will surely make me happy. More Kaibalands.”

But then, sitting in the middle of the orphanage, he stands up in his 70′s ass sweatervest and proudly proclaims:

This borked timeline.

Back in the present Joey is feeling stressed out so he’s turned to his only coping mechanism, that’s right, he’s hassling people.

Duke, who has a million motivations to want to kill Kaiba, since he works for Pegasus, brings up the bright idea of “or I dunno, we could leave them? Like they very much caused every event of the last week to happen outside of the random ass cultists.”

And so, now that Joey has exhausted things to hassle, let them be Roland or the massive engines on the blimp-plane, he decides to board the helicopter. I kid you not, Tea turns to Joey as they’re boarding the copter and says basically along the lines of this:

WTF, show. Like what? Like whaaaat? Anyway, don’t think about how big a helicopter is on the inside, because we’re just gonna shove everyone in here like it’s a mosh pit. Good thing that no one actually packed any luggage or pajamas, so at least that will keep the weight down.

Please admire the height of Yugi compared to Roland.

What followed was an explosion that the show did for...some reason. This didn’t need to happen. This was needless anxiety and it’s like..the season’s over why are we doing this???

So this is just a very Yugioh moment where...they didn’t really HAVE to blow up the island at the last minute. They didn’t HAVE to break the engines on the blimp-plane and they absolutely didn’t HAVE to put Seto Kaiba in a jet in the same very un-aerodynamic shape of a blue eyes white wife.

But they did.

If I’ve learned anything from watching Yugioh is that you must always, at every moment, be going 400%.

Seto just wanted to make a simple visual statement of “I want to move on from the past” so he decided to uh...do a very theatrical statement that was so theatrical that everyone thought that not only he and Mokuba had died, but that they, themselves, were about to die (and they were, they absolutely were)

Please admire the way they drew Seto from the side in this scene.

Anyway, now that the completely unnecessary “lets blow up the island and destroy the ecosystem” drama is over, and Kaiba’s off to encourage Global Warming in some other part of the globe, it’s time to send Marik off on his boat. It’s time for him to go have Marik Boat Time and never ever become a spinoff series although you know I would absolutely watch the hell out of that.

So, they choose the most idyllic landscape to do it, here in the abandoned warehouse district, surrounded by shipping cranes and strangely empty cruise liners. Ah, that twilight hour sunset. The way the sunlight kisses the corners of the abandoned warehouse’s windows.

I am absolutely shocked our background artist didn't use the chance to paint it neon orange. They love neon orange so much but I guess they save the neon for dramatic scenes. This one they left a more natural Instagram creamy color palate.

(PS at this point I guess Bakura decided to go home or go to the hospital. Whichever reason he decided to bounce, he bounced without saying goodbye to anyone apparently. That or the show just decided that no one cares about Bakura so he was the only one we didn’t say a farewell too, which is hilarious since he’s one of the most popular characters on this show.

Bro broke it to me, this whole story line of the puzzle and the tablet and all that--nah. By the time we get to it I’ll have forgotten all of the lore, pretty sure. Bro did ask me if we could skip S4 and I said no we are here for the worst parts first, Bro. When it gets horrible is when we’re finally getting to the good stuff.

Then, Duke suddenly remembered that before this tournament, he was only going on a walk between laundry loads but ended up abducted twice over, stranded on a submarine, an island, and nearly exploded. That and he had to sleep on one of Kaiba’s weird cube couches and that probably sucked. But it’s time for him to pull out his colors and add some bounce sheets to his whites for the dryer.

Can you believe they had Duke Devlin for two seasons but he only dueled once? Lol.

I can’t believe there was never a purpose for Duke Devlin other than to be eye-candy. I’ve only ever really seen this trope done to girls.

Mai also suddenly remembers that she doesn’t live here.

TBH, if Mai wasn’t put in a coma, I think she would have just left the tournament after she lost. She’d have pulled out a hang-glider from her pack and just sailed away rather than spend another minute with people she isn’t absolutely required to hang out with. That seems more her jam.

And then they had to frame up this Joey/Mai ship and...it’s just so funny when you remember that Mai is like waaay to old for Joey. She’s like 24 and he’s a baby but he’s pretty sure that he’s disappointing her so much by not telling her all about how he’s crushing. He’s pretty sure she just has no idea when it’s like, no, she does, and she does not want you to acknowledge it.

As she goes off, Tea for some reason decides to make it her responsibility for Joey to go out there and I guess...mortally embarrass himself in front of his much older crush? I mean you don’t really have to admit to your teachercrush that...you like her? Like, Mai is just a teachercrush right? Like he respects and admires her, she’s pretty, and there’s no other girls but Tea and Miho? Like that’s it?

This weird ass couple. And I mean it’s a weird pairing just because it can never happen on screen, but as some of you have pointed out--it is probably the healthiest couple in Yugioh. Mostly because we know that it will never happen. Unlike everyone else where it’s like, Joey better go eat both those pieces of paper with those phone numbers on it because holy hell a 16 yo dating a 12 yo is pretty freakin wild. What are those boys even going to talk about with Serenity? How wild fractions are? How to make a replica of a cell out of Jello for the science fair? Because that’s the level she’s at.

I was an architecture student once (I know. Ya’ll who’ve read many of these have probably noticed I attempted to major in nearly every art alignment so it’s probably very confusing to figure out wtf I actually ended up finishing in school (it was Illustration) ) so I just can’t with Yugi’s house. We have seen several rooms inside this house and none of them, absolutely none, line up with the outside of Yugi’s house (which is smack dab in the middle of the inner city for some reason??? Like does Yugi have PARKING? This is the most expensive two story house in Japan, it comes with free parking.

And like...I have tried to lay it out but it doesn’t make sense. The stairs of the shop go directly into the front door. The second floor would be half a staircase, so where is this living room? And assuming that Yugi is on the top floor with the slanted roof window...how? Is it the entire floor? what is going on here?

It’s a cartoon, I shouldn’t think about it, but this house is a Dr. Who police box. Anyways, Yugi decides to sneak out of the house by going down the stairs that are again, right in front of the front door. You cannot go through the front door of this house because these damn stairs are directly in the way.

Hey check out who’s alive, it’s Grandpa. I guess he’s...fine? I guess he just woke up on the floor of Bakura’s hospital room and was like “Screw that, I’m going home.” and then just peaced out here until Yugi came back.

I respect his moon pj’s to go with Yugi’s star pj’s.

I can’t imagine being in Grandpa’s position and seeing your boy go out there and get nearly killed by crazy ass cultists again and Seto Kaiba (who put him in a coma), and then catching him Sneaking Out. Like if I were Grandpa I’d just set up camp right outside of the front door because holy hell Yugi is so attracted to danger he’s just gonna waltz around the city in the middle of the night to play cards.

++++++++++RANT ABOUT TACO BELL, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS IS JUST ME TALKING ABOUT THE TACO BELL MENU+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Also I looked up Taco Bell in Japan thinking that this wouldn’t be a thing (from what I’ve heard, the only food Japan cannot do is Mexican) but not only does Taco Bell in Japan completely exist, guess what the menu is like? Just go ahead and guess in your head, I’m gonna go over the menu right now because this is very important.

I was expecting it to be pretty wild with a black taco shell made out of squid ink or something but surprisingly, it’s mostly the freakin same but different meats. Like they have a few more pork options (I guess instead of chicken?) and they have a shrimp taco--which I feel like we’ve done in the States before but everyone didn’t like that. Also, you can apparently get a crunchwrap, but it’s in a triangle shape instead of an octagon. They just changed the shape and called it a “stuffed grilled giant nacho”.

Obviously, they do not have a Ranch Doritos taco since America is the only place that is fully obsessed with Ranch. I have heard from so many people from Asia that “can we just not have Ranch today? Can we have a single spread without this weird garlic sauce? And...are you dipping your pizza with it? Is there one thing you haven’t coated with Ranch Dressing?” and it’s like no. There isn’t. Would you like to try our taco bell taco that is frosted in messy Ranch dust?

Like it really feels like this is the one fast food joint where everyone else has the normal Taco bell, and weirdly WE are are the people with the weird ass version of Taco Bell. Even Japan was like “you guys do you over there with your pink Starburst flavored frozen icee and your Quesarito...we’re just gonna put some extra cheese on a taco and call it ‘double cheese.’”

But here’s the craziest thing on the menu--the Taco Bell in Japan has FRIES.

I KNOW.

WHAT????

What would Taco Bell fries even taste like? Would they taste...tacoey? I mean I know that nacho fries are a thing that kinda comes and goes but I’ve never had them actually. Its never the right moment for nacho fries when Nacho fries are still on the menu.

but, I will say they do have one kind of weird thing on the menu I see online. I say “kind of” because it’s...just weird, it’s not actually all that out there as compared to our weird things in Taco bell. They got something called the “honey cheese pocket” which was a small plain flour tortilla filled with melted Monterey Jack cheese rolled into a cigar that you dip into honey.

...I mean...it probably tastes good, but if you released a honey cheese pocket in the States and pretended that’s Mexican food, I’m pretty sure every state touching the south border would cry a single Zesty-ranch-doritos-taco-shaped-tear. I know I would, at the same rate I’m stuffing honey cheese pockets directly into my mouth.

AND...apparently you can just serve alcohol in a Japanese Taco Bell. Which is interesting, because we had that episode of Season Zero where Yugi had to find alcohol in a burger joint, which seemed really odd to me at the time, but I guess you can just serve alcohol in whatever restaurant? Anyways, Taco bell has alcohol so now Yugi can light people on fire in a Taco Bell, if he really felt like it. Go ahead and append your fanfictions accordingly.

+++++++++END OF TACO BELL RANT, BACK TO CARDS ++++++++++++

So, can you imagine having a friend who forces you to wake up at o-dark hundred in order to play cards when you already attend all of the same classes and see eachother every minute of the day otherwise? Can you imagine having a friend like this?

Then again I’m not 100% on whether Pharaoh needs to sleep. It’s pretty clear that Bakura’s ghost doesn’t sleep much (or apparently eat much) so maybe it goes the same for Pharaoh as well that he needs Yugi to remind him how to be human.

Then there was this weird review episode they slapped on at the end. I...don’t know why they put it there, it was really more of an afterthought since nothing really got added or taken away from the finale. It was just a review episode of “in case you didn’t watch this season, here’s what happened this season” But the episode wasn’t over before Tea angsted the hell out about this kid that I guess she’s...

Tea thinks in her head about Yugi more than she talks directly to Yugi. That’s really my biggest issue with this couple. Tea can be so lukewarm towards Yugi and visa versa and then occasionally Tea will just snap and obsesses over this boy, but never tells him about it directly. Except for that one time in the blimp, which was more about “please don’t die”. But have they talked about how freakin anxious she is about how he’ll die? Nah.

It just feels like the writing team had one person who really liked Tea/Yugi, and then the rest who were like “fine, wtv” and so we get a real inconsistent narrative of this pair, that only seems to come up for drama, but then goes right back to being invisible moments later. Like sightings of a giant squid.

Ah, back where they started, on a date with a ghost. I think. This might be a date? It started at 2 PM so I don’t know that counts as a date yet.

These two are a lot.

And honestly...If it was going to happen it should have happened at some point in the end of this arc. She made such a big deal about him going off to card war, and now he’s back and she’s like...ok, cool.

They’re not gonna even talk about it? Or like...maybe high five it out? High five out those feelings? Man I feel so bad for anyone that shipped these two.

But anyway,

I’d add it to the Yugioh Death Count but that’s assuming that I don’t find an excuse to use this font again.

So yeah, that’s it for Season 3 (I wrote in Season 4 just now and had to really think about it because like...it really does feel like I went through 4 seasons, at least, of this show since every season is like 50 episodes)

Originally, when I started this, I thought there were only 3 seasons of Yugioh total. This was the end goal.

But I guess I’m committed now, so we’ll start up Season 4, which bro tells me is “completely different and not what you expected” but I probably won’t post until 2 weeks from now because this is a side hobby and I don’t need to wax long about my main-life stress, but youknow how it is: the more stuff I add the more stuff adds up. However, I do cope with stress by typing, so maybe I’ll just make sooo many updates to combat it? I dunno. But the blog will be back for S4. Eventually. When I get to it.

Many thanks to all y’all who’ve left many kind comments, I’ve been kind of tasked for time lately, so I haven’t really responded to many, but know that I see them and I’m thankful for them and I tell bro about them and he finds many of them amusing and y’all are just very, very nice. Wish Tumblr had an actual comments system since the only way to reply is like...it’s weird. If I reblog my own post I run the risk of it then being out of chronological order for people wanting to read that link I put at the base of each post so...I have to either make a new post to reply or reply within the post and I dunno if y’all can even see that type of reply...it’s tumblr problems.

Anyway, I’ll have a Graveyard for next weekend, maybe an art post, I dunno. But, I’m not dead, just watching how weird the next season is and making a buffer.

And here’s that link to read all these recaps in chrono order from the beginning

#ygo #yugioh #s3 #we finished s3 #s3 ep 46 #s3 ep47 #I might have those episode numbers wrong because 47 is a weird episode to end on #but I'm not gonna double check because we done #yugi muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #duke devlin #serenity wheeler #seto kaiba #mokuba #mai valentine #a very long rant about taco bell

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A Purrplexing Encounter (Chapter 11) - Dinner for Two Marichat Fic

A Purrplexing Encounter

Previously on “Dinner for Two”…

She spotted a group of male models a few steps away, talking, some chuckling. Almost all of them had bathrobes on, they would obviously come up on stage later, after the female models were done with their performances.

As Marinette tried to slip past the group of males, back towards the changing rooms to check on her models, she nearly tripped over her own feet when a particular voice caught her attention.

She was sure she wasn’t imagining it, but when she turned around, there were several models talking, it was impossible to say which voice belonged to whom. There was a blond with green eyes, a brunet with blue eyes, several black haired guys with brown eyes.

But there was only one name that hit her like a lightning bolt when she heard a familiar voice sound from among the group.

Chat Noir?

Adrien swore he saw something black, almost dark blue pass by his field of vision. It was such a precise shade that it always made him think of a certain woman whenever he saw that color anywhere.

Despite the chatter among the other models, he expertly tuned them out and whipped his head this way and that, heart racing a mile a minute.

He could’ve sworn he saw-

“Hey, Agreste.”

Adrien turned back towards the group of models, staring at him with smug or knowing looks, “You look like you saw someone interestin’, which model caught your eye, hmm?” Reno, a tall brunet with sun-kissed skin and hazel eyes he labeled as ‘wild’ nudged his side teasingly, “Bet it was that blonde with the cute ass.” A few amused chuckles rose from the other models, seemingly agreeing.

Amand, a tall French man with pale blond hair and cold blue eyes snorted in disgust, “Show some respect, you’re a guest here, American.” Reno rose an eyebrow at the stoic man, not taking kindly to him being spoken to like that.

“Did those snails you had for dinner finally crawl outta your ass, Amanda?” Reno and Amand looked ready to quarrel but Adrien placed a placating hand on Reno’s shoulder.

“Hey, let’s not fight, this is neither the time nor the place.” Adrien caught Amand’s gaze and the man turned his nose, making the blond turn his attention back to Reno, “Uh, to answer your question, I just thought I saw somebody I knew.”

Reno seemed to calm down, “Ah, I see. Sorry for assuming, buddy.” Adrien shook his head, offering the brunet a smile before he excused himself to get a glass to drink. The tension among the males was more than he was willing to bear with tonight, especially considering the hectic day he had. He didn’t need a physical fight to break out, especially not with all those paparazzi and his father’s bodyguards mingling about.

He could already picture the headlines.

‘Adrien Agreste, France’s sunshine model involved in a brawl among model peers!’

‘Agreste Junior rebelling against fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste by picking fights at fashion gala! Stay tuned!’

He shook his head, smiling as he grabbed a fresh glass of orange juice to drink from, he’d had enough of champagne for tonight.

He observed the people around him, offering respectful nods to important ones he’d already met along the way. He saw a forming line of the female models being set into a neat line, a person zipping this way and that behind them. He couldn’t quite see who it was, maybe it was the designer of the dresses and the suit he was going to wear tonight. He definitely wanted to meet the man as talented in their craft, it was well-made, fit him perfectly and wore itself like PJ’s, it was comfortable but looked very sharp and professional to the public eye.

He expertly slipped through the crowd, setting his now empty glass on a tray a waiter was carrying, he felt silly meeting people in a bathrobe, but he’d gotten used to it in this scene.

His gaze narrowed at the constantly moving figure behind the models, trying to make out features of the person. Did they have dark hair?

Wait, were those pigtails?

Adrien froze on the spot, a few feet away, when the person behind the models suddenly slipped through between the two standing women, applying finishing touches to the models and encouraging them to do their best.

The designer was a her, dressed in well-fitted dark pants, short heels, black blazer with a crème colored dress shirt beneath.

She had bluebell eyes, adorable freckles, cute face, and that smile-

‘Marinette!’ Adrien’s eyes flew open and he quickly dived back into the crowd before she saw him. His body was on autopilot, he was panicking.

What should he do?

She was here.

SHE WAS HERE!

And he was in a bathrobe!

Who did he anger to give him such rotten luck?! Couldn’t he appear sophisticated in front of her?! He should’ve listened to Plagg, Plagg was right, bathrobes were stupid, they served no purpose except look fluffy.

At this point, wearing a cat onesie would’ve been infinitely more preferable than this.

He could do this.

He was a model.

Adrien quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to comb through it neatly and adjusting the collar of the bathrobe, knowing it was useless. At least the robe was pretty enough.

Taking a deep breath, Adrien straightened himself and set his shoulders, attempting to appear graceful but powerful.

Marinette was smiling and encouragingly patting the models on their shoulders, giving them a thumbs up as they ascended the stairs to the catwalk.

He was a goner.

She was too adorable.

He was a mess.

He wasn’t powerful, he wasn’t graceful. He was a kitten on shaking paws ready to bolt the minute this cute mouse turned around and spotted him.

As if reading his thoughts, Marinette turned away from the models and suddenly rounded in his general direction.

The blond froze like an ice cube, hands stiffened to his sides and eyes blown wide open like a frightened cat.

Marinette was heading towards him.

She was walking towards him.

Her eyes were on him.

They were such a purrty shade of blue-

“Excuse me!”

Adrien released a yelp, it sounded like a high pitched mewl and a frightened gasp, and Marinette looked up at him, “Um, excuse me, I need to get to the buffet really quickly.”

Mind going into overdrive, Adrien hastily made room, accidentally pushing against some VIP man’s back and causing him to choke on his champagne, “S-Sorry!”

She smiled brilliantly at him, brighter than the flashlights, “It’s okay! Thank you!” before she rushed passed and towards the long table of food.

Adrien gripped his heart, it was racing as fast as a freight train. Maybe it were the first warning symptoms of a heart attack? Should he see a doctor?

It was when Marinette, again, rushed passed him with food in her hands that his eyes regained focus.

She didn’t take the food for herself, but for one of the models.

A woman was on the floor, hyperventilating, breathing too quickly and looking distressed when Marinette reached her.

Adrien’s earlier embarrassment melted away when his feet carried him over to the model, crouching down next to her and feeling her forehead for a fever, “Breathe, take short breaths in and deep breaths out, 1, 2, 1, 2.” The model nodded, doing as she was told, recognizing Adrien and squeezing his hand so tightly he thought it would break, “Release. That’s good, keep it up Alicia.” Alicia nodded again, too frightened to speak.

His fellow colleagues joined the scene as well, Reno helping the woman stand and directing her towards a chair near the buffet area, Amand and the rest moved along to help, the fruits Marinette had brought was taken to be given to the model later.

The woman beside him released a long drawn out sigh, “Oh god, this is all my fault, I didn’t pay attention enough to see she didn’t eat anything.”

Much of Adrien’s earlier embarrassment was forgotten temporarily, his voice calm and very soft, “It’s not your fault, models have a way with hiding the fact they hadn’t eaten anything. She’s still young, so she didn’t eat enough to keep herself level headed before getting on the catwalk. Younger models often underestimate for how long their bodies can survive without food, under the heat of the overhead lights and the constant flashes of the camera.” His lips set into a grim line, “Trust me, you did a good job, her manager will take care to switch up her nutritional plan again.”

He looked down at her and Marinette was smiling up at him, relief washing over her tired features, “Thank you. For helping and reassuring me.” She bowed briefly and Adrien’s heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, s-sure, no purrblem.” The second the word left his lips he mentally cursed himself, catching Marinette’s surprised look before he coughed into his hand violently, “Prrrhh, ahem, sorry, seems like that champagne was too much.”

Marinette giggled, settling a hand on his shoulder and Adrien had to summon all of his willpower not to jump, “I can relate, I’m not the champagne type myself.” She watched the rest of the models go onto the catwalk, the room diminishing and all lights hitting the models, “Oh, excuse me, I need to get to the seats.”

Adrien watched her rush towards the assembly of chairs, positioned right in front of the catwalk where the models were posing and walking, most wearing her designs.

Adrien clutched at his heart.

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Marinette tried keeping her attention on the show, but she discreetly glanced to the side every few minutes, watching the blond model with the green eyes walking towards the buffet to check up on the woman.

She was sure she was hallucinating, delirious, maybe drunk, maybe overworked, maybe both.

That model had a similar voice to Chat Noir, it was softer, lighter, but there was an uncanny resemblance to it.

She sighed, shaking her head. It wasn’t impossible. Voices were different. People could have similar voices. They could also have very different voices.

Besides, what are the odds that the man she sort of liked was funny, witty, kind and a model?

She wasn’t that lucky, after all.

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A figure leaned against the wall of the building, watching the switching, flashing lights through the large glass windows curiously.

He checked his watch.

9.40pm

It was too soon.

He still had to wait.

It had only been a week, he needed more information, more time.

An invite.

With a small smile, the young man shoved his hands in his pockets, a wide grin stretching his lips in the dying light of the flickering street lamp.

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The next morning

“Ugh, Alya, I’m beat!” Marinette tiredly grabbed the steaming mug in her hands, the dark, bitter liquid reflecting the saggy bags beneath her eyes.

The reporter, already dressed for work, finished the last of her own coffee, quickly washing it in the sink and grabbing an apple, “Yeah, I bet, after that fashion gala last night. How was it? I saw it on TV but its always juicier hearing it from an insider.” Her eyes were alight with mischief and excitement and Marinette giggled.

“Well, as excited as you can imagine. I was just running from point A to point B really, helping the models, grabbing something to eat in-between, they had such good food, talking with other designers and mostly agents and yeah…I guess that was it.” She yawned, craning her neck, “A model also got really sick, she hadn’t eaten anything before getting ready to go onstage, thankfully a male model stepped in to help me.”

The reporter was leaned over the table in a millisecond, “Male model?” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Marinette frowned, “Alya.”

“What? Don’t go looking at me like that girl! I’m happy you transitioned from cat to man!” she grinned like the cat that got the canary and Marinette wished she had more active braincells to effectively deal with her better.

“It’s not what you think, he just helped the girl out. We exchanged a few words and that’s it.” After a long pause and a sip, Marinette shrugged, “…He was cute, though.”

“I knew it!” Marinette waved her off tiredly, groaning when Alya did a little victory dance on her chair, “I knew you’d one day use the connections your job gave you! Finally you’re going to ogle handsome models instead of stuffed toys!” she crossed her arms, a smug smirk adorning her painted lips and her friend gave her the finger playfully, “Not nice, girl, not nice.”

Marinette lowered her hand, taking another larger gulp of her beverage, “Not nice assuming things, Alya. It’s not like I never saw a model in my life, you know. It’s just, he was the only one of the models to immediately help, the others were too busy drinking and laughing. I guess not all beautiful people have money in their hearts.”

The auburn haired woman snorted, taking another bite of the apple, “What are the chances of you seeing him again?”

“I don’t even know his name!”

“Well, what did he look like for starters? We can already check ‘six-pack’ and ‘chiseled jaw’ I’m sure.” The foxy grin on her face didn’t make Marinette’s headache go away, it only slowed the departure.

“Tall, blond hair, green eyes, kind smile.” She paused, remembering his voice, “He….he kind of reminded me of Chat Noir though.”

The half-eaten apple bumped against Marinette’s mug and Alya hastily grabbed it back, cradling it in her shaking hands, “W-what?! Girl, no! Stop that! Bad Marinette! Stop imaging Chat Noir in everyone! Do I look like I have whiskers?! How many?” her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she stuck her tongue out.

An exaggerated eyeroll, “I’m not, I swear! It’s just…his voice wasn’t exactly like his, it was softer and a bit lighter, but it was close enough.” She laid her forehead against the table, sighing, “Maybe I imagined it, I didn’t sleep all that good and worked late for those dresses.”

Alya snorted, “Right you did, you should take the day off, Jul and Rose can take over for today.” An idea popped into her head suddenly, “Hey, wait, I thought you found your mystery cat. Didn’t you say that professor guy was Chat Noir?”

A miserable frown marred the designer’s face and she gently hit her forehead against the table in frustration, “I’m not even sure what I found, Alya. Erik’s…alright, I guess. It’s just, he constantly makes fun of Nath and I don’t like that. He acts different than when we’re in the restaurant.”

“Maybe it’s a thing between professors? They do study in similar fields.” Alya shrugged.

Marinette huffed, “That’s what I thought too, but Nathaniel had that haunted, ‘that guy harassed me’ look about him when I mentioned his name. They really don’t get along at all.” She pushed aside her coffee and rested her chin against her propped up hands miserably, “Maybe I should drop it, maybe I was wrong about Chat, after all.”

Alya’s brow shot to her hairline, “What?! You can’t be serious, Marinette! You’ve talked about that guy for the last weeks! You’re totally smitten!”

“But what if I misjudged his character? What if he’s actually a jerk? I can’t date or like someone like that.” She pouted, looking truly conflicted. Alya hated seeing her like that.

The reporter stood up from her seat and walked around her kitchen table, wrapping an arm around her best friend reassuringly, “Hey, don’t be like that, I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding.” She rubbed her cheek against Marinette’s affectionately, “Besides, my best friend doesn’t just fall for anyone, either way he’s a great guy or there is no guy at all!” she grinned and Marinette giggled, hugging Alya back.

“Thanks Alya, you always know what to say to make me more confident.” With a playful smirk, Marinette gently nudged her best friend, “By the way, Nathaniel is giving you competition, he started learning how to cheer me up too.”

Alya clenched her hand into a fist, “That punk! How dare he! Oh, he should watch his ass when I come into one of his lectures! That paperball is going straight for tomato child!”

Marinette laughed.

Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed! Thoughts so far? :3

#fic #fanfiction #dinner for two fic #marichat #ml fic #ml #miraculous ladybug #ml au #marichat au #marichat fic #marinette x chat noir #cross posted on AO3 and FFnet

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xiaojusaur · 6 years

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Encounter With the Past

A/N: So I’ve been lost because of college but I needed time to relax and this is what I do. This was a request and I was really hyped to do it, so here it is! @tcb720-4

Warning: Strong language, mentions of smut, fight

You and Yoongi barely attended to his friends’ parties but since it was tests week, he decided it was a good idea to have some stress relief. You guys preferred staying in his or your dorm, watching Netflix, cuddling, sleeping, and occasionally having sex (when Yoongi wasn’t too lazy).

“So tonight is Jungkook’s party, you remember right?” he said entering your into dorm with some takeout food.

“Yeah I remember. We still going?” you asked in hopes of not going.

“Yeah, I think it will be good to have some drinks and have some fun even though I hate half of the people Jungkook invites.”

You sighed heavily and said “Alright. Let’s eat and then get ready.”

You tried to look decent and wore a short pencil skirt, with some boots, and a nice shirt. You fixed your hair, applied some makeup on and you were ready to go.

As soon as you got out of the room Yoongi was left open-mouthed. “Woah! Who are you and what did you do with my Y/N?” he said as he got closer, embracing you.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe she threw herself from the window and left you with another woman in here.” You laughed, making him laugh his beautiful gummy smile.

He kissed your cheek, hummed and said “I think I have an idea of what we can do when we get back home.”

You giggled and said “If you’re not too drunk and sleepy, I might have an idea too.” You winked.

You both left for the party.

The loud music could be heard from a block away. When Yoongi opened the door, the boom of the music and the people screaming to be heard were already driving you crazy. Yoongi noticed and he tightened his hand on yours in a sign of comfort.

He was walking around, hand-in-hand with you, looking for Jungkook or at least one of his other friends. Finally you guys found Jin in the kitchen. “Hey!! You guys came! That’s amazing!” He was screaming because of the loud music.

“Yeah! Where’s Jungkook?” asked Yoongi.

“Probably around messing with some girl. Hoseok is probably in the middle dancing, I saw Namjoon with some girl on his lap, and Jimin is probably drinking on some corner. Either that or is already in a room with someone.”

Jin looked at you and said “Im glad you guys started dating, it’s the best for both and Yoongi is a really good guy.”

After that, Yoongi said “I’ll get us some drinks, I’ll be right back,” and left you alone.

You started feeling someone’s eyes on you and started scanning the room to see who was looking at you. It could be anyone in the world but for your bad luck, there was your ex boyfriend with his eyes on you. You don’t know if he was trying to judge you or if he was checking you out but there he was. He didn’t even stop looking at you when you made eye contact, that way you knew he was trying to have your attention.

He walked slowly to you. You wanted to move, to run away from him but you coulnd’t because then Yoongi would lose you in the crowd and you didn’t know everyone here except for the other guys, and they were all kinda busy.

“Y/N? What a pleasant surprise to see you here. You’re not one to come to parties...” Ugh! That annoying voice of him, you wanted to slap his face instantly.

“Yeah, Im just here with my boyfriend, releasing some stress from hell week, you know.” You answered casually.

“Oh! You have a new boyfriend? That’s nice, I hope he makes you happy.”

“He does indeed.” You were annoyed, he was smirking the whole time and you just wanted to punch that smirk out of his face.

“So where is he? He left you alone? That’s kinda dangerous in a party like this one.”

“He went to get some drinks.”

“A true gentleman, I see.”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been getting hotter by the years Y/N. Your body is amazing and those boobs and ass? They are huge! I would give anything to smash you now.”

You started feeling conscious and you crossed your hands on your chest, trying to cover it.

In that moment, Yoongi arrived and your ex left without saying a word. Yoongi did noticed the guys was talking to you and asked “What’s with him? Was he bothering you babe?”

“Nah! He’s just my annoying ex. He thinks he’s still hot.”

“Pfft! With that face? I don’t even think he catches a cold.”

You started laughing hysterically. Yoongi sometimes could have a sense of humor.

The party turned out to be really fun. You guys were drinking and having some laughs thanks to Hoseok who was dancing funny after having some drinks.

You were sitting on Yoongi’s lap, watching the whole thing when your ex appeared again.

“So this is the guy huh?” He loved making controversy.

“Yeah. Kinda obvious since I wouldn’t be sitting on a stranger’s lap, don’t you think?” You said rolling your eyes.

“Well, you sat on this dick a few days later after starting dating me?”

Oh dear, this was the start of a very ugly war.

You felt Yoongi tensing underneath you and placed your hand on his to try to calm him down, but if he wanted to give this guy a few punches, he was in all of his rights. You knew him too well, Yoongi is calm, but when something pisses him off he would be capable of going to jail because BOY! He has a temper!

He whispered calmly “Baby, get off me please, I need to have a conversation with your amazing ex.”

He got up and faced him. “Do you have a problem? Cause we can solve it right now.”

“Are you threatening me?” your ex caught Yoongi by the collar of his shirt. At this point, everyone was in a circle watching the unpleasant show.

Yoongi gave him his typical sided grin, the one that tells you he’s really pissed.

“Let him go!” you tried to push your ex but he was too buff for you to even move him. He let him go but when you thought everything was going to be okay, your ex punched Yoongi on the mouth. A scream left your lips and everyone started to grab your ex to push him away.

Yoongi swiped his mouth, that’s when you noticed he had a broken lip. You were panicking but he was as if he had nothing. Yoongi took your hand and started walking to the door when your ex said “Yeah, run like a little pussy, I bet you can’t even dick her down properly.”

Everyone gasped and Yoongi spun brusquely, walking back to him. He didn’t say a word, he just connected his fist with your ex’s eye. Your ex almost drop to the floor, but Yoongi grabbed him by the shirt and said between teeth “Listen bitch, I hate making a scene but Im done with your sexual comments. Nobody cares about our sexual life but just so you know, you can ask her if you want, I can make that girl scream more than you ever could, and must importantly, I don’t even need my dick for it. It’s really sad that you didn’t even make her reach an orgasm with your pinky dick, useless piece of trash.” He threw him to the floor.

Everyone was left in shock. Yoongi wasn’t one to pick up a fight, but when it comes to you, he would do anything. He was right though, that boy could make you orgasm with only his tongue, he was magical.

He walked to you and placing an arm around your waist said “Let’s go home baby, I’m done with this bullshit of a party.”

When you arrived to your dorm, underneath the light you could see his lip was swollen and was starting to get purple. You tried not to panic but he noticed your eyes on him and said “I’m okay babe, is just a broken lip, I’ve had them before.”

“Doesn’t matter babe, this was my fault. I’m gonna change into my pj’s and then I’ll take care of your lip.” You were feeling guilty and you needed some space, so you locked yourself in the room. You changed clothes and then sat on the bed, thinking about what if Yoongi left because of this?

In that moment he knocked on the door “Babe, can I come in? I’m kinda tired and your bed is comfy.” He knew you were feeling bad and of course, he had to make you smile. You went to the door and opened it, getting greeted by his beautiful face. He quickly waddled to the bed and jumped on it, groaning from finally be resting. “Fuck! I would marry this bed to be honest, it’s so comfy.”

You giggled and said “Silly! I’m gonna look for some ice to put on your lip, okay?”

Putting his arms behind his head and looking at you with a smirk he said “Why don’t you come instead and put that pussy on my face.”

“YOONGI!” You gasped pretending you were surprised by his words. You just ignored him and turn around to go to the kitchen when he yelled “Look at that fine ass! A whole meal and Im hungry!” He was doing this on purpose to make you forget about your thoughts.

You came back to the room with some paper towels and some ice. You sat by his side and wrapped and ice cube in a paper towel. You pressed it gently on his broken lip, he hissed but he was okay. You got closer to examine his lip, it was already bruised. You ran your thumb on his lip and his reaction was to stick his tongue out and then suck it.

You giggled “Yoongi stop!”

“But I want you! Kiss me please,” he was pouting! You were a sucker for when he acted cute. You kissed his lips gently, careful to not hurt him but he quickly turned the whole thing into a hot session of make out. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled on the bed so he was laying on you.

He was saying between kisses “Fuck.I love you. So.So.Much.” He leaned his forehead on yours and said “Don’t ever say that this was your fault okay? I love you and I would do anything for you.” You just smiled and then he kissed your cheek, running down to your jaw and finally, reaching your neck.

Seems like you two weren’t going to sleep tonight!

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kae-karo · 6 years

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I'm having a hard time figuring out how to be nice/respectful and shippy/enjoy demon moments. Sometimes I wonder if analyzing DnP interactions so closely might be crossing a line. I'm not coming after anyone, I just respect you a great deal and think you'd have insight into how to have fun with shippy stuff and also respect them as people. What are your tips?

hey b! i think a lot about this honestly, like probably more than i should tbqh but here’re my thoughts (i’m enjoying the fact that this is apparently a valid contraction lmao)

first and foremost: being a demon means we inherently exist in a morally grey zone. i don’t want to stand here and say ‘oooo yeah we’re pillars of morality bc we say we’re being respectful’ like we shouldn’t ever get in the mindset that there’s nothing wrong with being demon (the term is what it is for a reason....we ain’t callin ourselves angels)

here’s the thing. and i talk a lot abt being respectful of dnp, so like. idk search ‘respect’ on my blog or smth i have lots of opinions lmao. but to me being respectfully demon means

not purposely/directly bringing relationship/shipping/etc stuff to the attention of dnp. it exists, they know it does, but it’s rude and disrespectful of us to throw it in their faces or give them them impression that all we care abt from this vid or that is ooooh dnp you were sitting so close and ooh the heart eyes dan you’re so in love with phil etc etc (examples: it’s disrespectful to ask if phan is real! esp during liveshows! or to @ mention dnp on phanart - the phan kind - that isn’t yours!)

enjoying the cute moments - so long as that’s not all we care about! i think this is where things get tougher, bc we love their relationship and we enjoy doing these little analyses (or big analyses) but we should always be checking ourselves: is the reason we’re here/posting this thing/reblogging this post primarily bc we like to overanalyze their relationship? or is it bc we enjoy their content, and looking at their relationship is a bonus? (examples: this is harder, but it’s more an internal thing and thinking abt why you loved a vid/piece of content - was it purely bc they almost touched in that one part? bc there were a lot of heart eyes?)

acknowledging that dnp aren’t stupid. they’re quite aware of the things we harp on (heart eyes, touches, innuendos, etc). within their videos and the non-live content they choose to post, i firmly believe they know when they’re including smth that might catch our attention. maybe not every time, or every thing, but some of the big stuff, and they’re choosing not to cut it out. i’m not saying this is express permission for us to pick apart every vid without care, but again, there are ways to be respectful and enjoy these moments without letting them take priority over the entire vid/content ahem trying to live my truth (examples: the pizza thing in the google feud vid! they chose to keep that in, so if we talk abt it being adorable and domestic, nothing exceptionally harmful there!)

being cognizant consumers of phanfic - dnp are well aware phanfic exists, and it’s been years since they’ve felt the need to actively address it, but that doesn’t mean we should assume they don’t care. it’s really really important to remember that phanfic is fiction. even the hcs and blurbs and stuff like that, they are not dnp. if you’ve not watched it, i highly recommend pj’s vid on fandom (x) as it hits some v good points about fandom in general and this specifically (examples: watch the vid srsly but apparently people have left him angry comments abt things he as a character did in a fanfic? it’s important and healthy to regularly go ‘yep okay that was a phanfic/hc, not reality’ and take time to ground yourself - esp with hcs, we sort of fill in the blanks from stuff we don’t know in their lives, and it’s really easy to forget that we don’t actually know)

being cognizant consumers of dnp-related content - we see funny posts cross our dash all the time, some more demon than others, and it’s important to encourage the behavior we want to see and not encourage the behavior we don’t want to see. we can police ourselves, ofc, but there will always be phans out there that take things too far, and we can have an effect on toxic or problematic behavior by not giving it the same attention we give to other more positive/respectful dnp-related content (examples: i mean i honestly just straight up unfollow people who post too much stuff like that, but really it’s just a matter of taking a second and assessing your reaction to a post and going ‘okay, is this smth that might be a bit much?’)

checking ourselves regularly - and i know this is smth i need to work on myself sometimes, as it’s very easy to get drawn down the rabbit hole on something and not realize that we might be digging too much, taking things too seriously or too far. fandom is meant to be fun, if we’re getting in an argument or too involved in discourse, it might be time to take a step back and consider whether this is something we should even be discussing, or something that we should be discussing in such detail (examples: discourse, esp about coming out or sharing a room or who tops or their behaviors with regards to a relationship together or w.e and i’m trying to minimize it on my blog - although i do want to get through everyone’s asks - bc, while i want everyone to be able to express their opinions, there are def times it goes too far and, bc we exist in a grey zone, it’s hard sometimes to realize when we’ve wandered from the light grey to the dark grey)

not taking anything too seriously - this sort of goes along with the last one but we want to enjoy being here! we love dnp, we love their vids, we love the friends we’ve made and our fave blogs, our fave writers and artists and gif-makers and edit-makers and content creators, so we shouldn’t take anything too seriously (and we should be able to tell, or be on the lookout for signs to indicate, whether a blog is posting something good-naturedly/jokingly or posting something in order to cause a stir/be disrespectful) (examples: someone makes a really dumb shitpost that we think is hilarious but is also very clearly a shitpost with no serious meaning? cool, probably not immensely harmful to reblog it. someone makes a post that seems to be seriously commenting on smth that might be a bit too private/personal or we think is taking things a bit too far? leave it alone. unfollow the person if we feel they’re going too far too often)

moral of the story here: we aren’t perfect angels, but there are ways to be mindful of what we’re doing/saying, mindful of what we’re consuming, and mindful of how we’re interacting both with dnp and with other phandom members. we should try to be cognizant and aware, ask ourselves if something might be propagating something that could be harmful to dnp in some way, and regularly ground ourselves in reality - because, at the end of the day, dnp are real people and, while it’s fun to take things out of the realm of reality for a bit, we’re fans of the real dnp and we definitely want to show that!

#dnp #dan and phil #phan #dip and pip #respectfully demon #wow this ended up being v v long #but i hope it helps?#i know i'm still working on some of this stuff #but we can always improve #and it's always good to take a step back and asses how we're doing #if we're being respectful #and if we're enjoying their content in a respectful way #that doesn't prioritize their relationship over the actual content #anon #ask #kt

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wronqness99 · 6 years

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Loss Pt.3

> About my writing

Genre: Angst, slight comedy (?)

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage

Word Count: 3502

Characters: Kim Heechul (Super Junior) X Female Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8 - Final

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

As soon as Siwon told them Y/N was actually staying at his girlfriend's apartment, Heechul had wanted to go there immediately, being stopped by Siwon and Leeteuk. The men had decided on staying at Donghae's house for the night and going to Dawon's house the next day after lunch.

Eunhyuk, who was passed out drunk, had to be helped to bed by the house owner and Sungmin, thankfully, the others were still able to function on their own. Heechul and Siwon ended up staying together in the living room, as there weren't enough rooms for them all. Heechul could barely believe he had been able to find out Y/N's whereabouts. He couldn't help but be a bit mad at Siwon for hiding her from him, but he understood. He knew the two were like siblings and that his bandmate would do whatever it took to protect her. Now, when he thought about it, he envied their relationship. Her relationship with all of Super Junior's members, really. She smiled so brightly whenever she was with them... He barely ever saw her smile like that during their two-year relationship and he was aware that it was mainly his fault. He could count by his fingers the amount of times they had actually spent a good time together as a couple. There weren't many. He wanted to make it up to her somehow, however, he knew that was nearly impossible. The damage had already been done and most of it was irreparable.

"How is she?" He asked Siwon while laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The younger man looked at his hyung.

"She's ok, she's been doing better these days," Siwon stated. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, you're like family to me, but so is she and she needed her time to deal with everything. She was really hurt by everything that happened, Dawon-ie is getting her to leave the house more lately, she's also going back to work in a few days. She's definitely doing better now." He reassures.

"I understand. Thank you for taking care of her." Heechul said truly thankful that Y/N wasn't alone even if it wasn't him by her side. For a second he thought how easy his life would be if he was more like his Siwon and Sungmin. He couldn't be romantic even if his life depended on it. He sighed, wishing Siwon a good night before turning to his side. Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day.

The next day both men woke up with the sound of heavy footsteps on the upper floor of the house. Siwon was a bit startled by the commotion.

"Does Donghae have an elephant in his house?" Siwon asked still half asleep, with his brows furrowed.

"Well I'm not sure about an elephant but I see a horse right in front of me," Heechul stated referring to the younger man. Siwon pretended to laugh and gave Heechul his middle finger, which made the eldest laugh harder at the feeling of accomplishment. He got up from the couch and made his way upstairs, finding the source of the noise as soon as he reached the bathroom, where Eunhyuk was puking his heart out.

"Ugh, I'll never drink again." He said, causing Heechul and Donghae, who was helping him, to burst out laughing.

"YAH, shhhh!" He demanded, placing his hands on his ears, his head feeling like it was about to burst.

"You always say that, yet here we are again," Donghae stated, poking fun at his friend.

"My head feels like it's gonna explode," Eunhyuk stated, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Well, be more careful next time. Know your limits." Advised Donghae.

"Be a man and handle it." Heechul firmly stated, patting Eunhyuk's back.

"Why do I smell like ramen?" The black haired male asked, standing in front of the mirror. His eyes widened at the sight of yellow-ish goo stuck to his once soft strands.

"What the hell happened last night?" The man questioned surprised by his appearance.

"Oh, this is something I can't miss," Siwon said in a funny tone, leaning against the door frame.

"Don't you remember anything?" Donghae questioned his friend.

"Not really..." Hyukjae answered, running his hand through his hair, a disgusted look on his face as he felt it's texture.

"Well, Yesung hyung might or might not have spat his noodles on you, but it was Heechul hyung's fault." The youngest of the four told his now angry friend.

"How could it have been hyung's fault? He spat on me, that..."

"YAH, respect him, he's still your hyung Lee Hyukjae." Heechul scolded sternly, giving him a warning look.

"What's happening here? Can't a person sleep peacefully in this house?" Yesung appeared in the doorway, staring at the four men sleepily. Eunhyuk shoved Siwon to the side, giving Yesung a death stare. The elder opened his eyes fully as if he hadn't just woken up seconds ago at the sight of the other male's hair. He burst out laughing, causing Leeteuk to come out of the room as well to check on them.

"You little rascal!" Eunhyuk screamed, walking angrily towards his hyung, being stopped by Leeteuk. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SPIT NOODLES IN MY HAIR?!" He screamed, mad out of his mind.

"Yah, I promise this time it wasn't on purpose... Just this time though, if there's a thing in which I take pride in life is making a fool out of you." Yesung sniggered. Eunhyuk growled, freeing himself from Leeteuk's hold and stomping back to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror once again.

"For your own good it better come off with a shower or you're gonna pay me a haircut! Aish..." He complained, turning to the bathtub.

"Get out so I can take a shower while Donghae fills me in on last night's events," Eunhyuk demanded, starting to take off his clothes. It wasn't weird for them to see each other naked anymore, they had grown too close to be embarrassed. His members left the bathroom and got dressed, going to the kitchen right after.

"Ah, I miss Ryeowook's cooking so much..." Siwon said, playing with his chopsticks after tasting the bland, almost raw noodles Heechul had attempted to cook.

"Does it taste that bad? You guys aren't even that close for you to be saying you miss him." Heechul put some noodles in his mouth only to spit them out seconds later. "I'll order something." He decided, taking the bowls to the sink so he could get rid of their contents.

"No need, I can cook us some fried eggs," Sungmin offered, checking the fridge.

"Yah, hyung, you suck! How could you be so mean?" Eunhyuk questioned rhetorically. After Donghae had recounted last night's events, he couldn't help but be mad.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all, shut it. I'll go talk things out with her today." The long-haired guy told his dongsaeng, walking back to his sit after cleaning the dishes.

"I'm not gonna let you talk to Y/N alone! I'm going with you." Yesung chimed in, Eunhyuk following suit.

"Yeah, me too!"

"No way, we need to talk privately! Are you guys out of your minds? Have you gone crazy?" Heechul questioned, looking at both men wide-eyed as if they had grown two heads.

"I see where you guys are coming from but, in all honesty, I think they need to solve their problems on their own," Shindong commented, eating some of the fried egg and red peppers Sungmin had served.

"I'm taking him to her anyway so you guys don't need to worry, I'll be there if something happens," Siwon reassured, trying to calm the others down.

"We'll stay with you then, but we're going and that's final." Yesung firmly stated, making Heechul growl, annoyed.

"I don't need babysitters, I'm a grown adult, you know?!" He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, showing his discontentment.

"That's debatable," Leeteuk stated while shoving a piece of fried egg inside his mouth, making his oldest dongsaeng roll his eyes at the statement.

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"I can't believe you guys really came," Heechul said, still annoyed, looking at Yesung and Eunhyuk through the rearview mirror.

"We said we would, why would you doubt us?" Yesung questioned his elder who sighed, slumping into the car seat.

"Hyung don't be mad, just focus on the fact that you're getting a chance to try and fix things somehow." Siwon reminded him. "If you go there already annoyed, chances are that instead of making it better you'll ruin it for good. Y/N doesn't need any more weight on her shoulders, she has enough to deal with already." He stated lowly, in a serious tone so the guys on the back couldn't hear. Heechul nodded his head, adjusting himself on the seat. Siwon was right, he had to calm down if he expected things to go well or else it would be just like any other conversation they'd ever had.

As soon as they reached Siwon's girlfriend's house no one dared to move. The car was in silence for a while before Siwon made his voice present.

"Are you ready hyung?" He asked, looking at Heechul's pale face. He was quiet for a while, before looking at the other man and nodding his head slowly. They opened the door and got out of the car walking towards the building. The elevator ride was filled by Yesung and Eunhyuk's bickering about who'd knock on the door. As soon as the doors opened they quickly walked out, tripping over each other, making their way to Dawon's apartment. As they got there, Yesung extended his arm to knock on the door, being pushed by Eunhyuk before he could do so.

"You guys should let hyung be-" Eunhyuk knocked on the door before Siwon could finish his sentence. He sighed and looked at a wide-eyed Heechul. A few seconds after there she was, dressed in her PJ's, hair up in a messy bun. Yesung quickly got up from the floor and ran to hug her.

"Noona!" He happily chanted hugging the girl tightly, making her laugh and hug him back.

"We missed you!" Eunhyuk joined their hug.

"What are you guys doing here? It's been a while..." She broke the hug, looking at both men in front of her with curiosity. They looked at each other and back at her, moving aside, enabling her to lay eyes on her ex. As soon as she saw him her smile dropped. He swallowed hard before taking a few steps towards her. She blinked quickly a few times as if to make sure it wasn't a dream. It wasn't. He was standing right in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. She looked around and spotted Siwon, giving him a death stare, knowing he had been the one to bring the man there.

"Noona, please don't be mad..." He pleaded. "Just listen to what he has to say, yeah? I think you guys need to talk in order to be able to move on." He explained. He was right, and she knew it. "I'll be here if you need me. All three of us will." He said pointing at the other two boys that stood to his side, surprisingly quiet. They nodded in agreement.

"All you have to do is scream, we'll go in and break him in half," Yesung said confidently, being nudged by Siwon. Heechul turned towards him, giving him a displeased look.

"Aish, you little-" Y/N interrupted him, clearing her throat and raising her brow. Heechul looked at her embarrassed, scratching his neck. They all stood in silence for a while. She sighed, moving to the side while holding the door open.

"Come in." She said, turning her back to them and walking inside. Heechul looked at the other three, who encouraged him. He turned to the door and stepped inside, being stopped by Yesung's voice.

"Hyung..." Heechul turned his head, looking at the man. "Please don't hurt her." He begged him. "If there is something I hate more than Hyukjae, it is seeing the ones I love suffering." He stated in a theatrical way, hand in his chest as if he was acting in one of his musicals. Eunhyuk looked at his hyung, offended by his words but didn't dare to open his mouth at such time.

"We'll be here hyung," Siwon stated, rolling his eyes at Yesung's behaviour. The eldest nodded and walked inside finding Y/N sitting on the couch, fidgeting with her fingers. When Y/N noticed his presence she stood up, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Did Siwon make you come here?"

"No, I'm here because I wanted to come." He established, trying to make eye contact with her. "I think we need to have a serious conversation."

"Oh, now you do?" She sarcastically remarked. He never had time to talk when they were together at least not to talk to her. Every time she asked him for them to just sit and talk for a while, he always had something else to do or somewhere else to be. After two years and three months, the positions were inverted. The only thing that remained the same was that just like during the two years they were together she still wasn't able to tell him no. "Go on then."

"About that... I'm sorry. I know it's not easy for you to forgive me, I know that it's too late, but I want you to know if I could change some of the things that I did, I would." He stated and for the first time in three months, their eyes met. She could see the truth in his eyes. He stepped closer to her, making her step further away from him. "Are you ever gonna be able to forgive me? Maybe we could be friends?" He asked, unsure.

"How can you ask me this? You told me you didn't love me. Do you think it's easy for me to even be in the same room as someone who avoided and lied to me for as long as you did? If only you had been honest from the start..." She said resentfully.

"I never said that. Those words never left my mouth." He confidently stated.

"They didn't need to." She said, turning her back to him. She walked near to the window and stared outside. He looked at her small frame intently, feeling a weird sensation in his stomach. Was he getting sick? It must be guilt, he thought. Suddenly he missed their little moments, like when her hands ran through his hair and while he pretended to be asleep, it was the only time she dared to do that. She knew he hated it and didn't want to be screamed at for messing his precious hair. Or when she drew imaginary figures on his chest when they cuddled or just lied next to each other, so close he could feel the pleasant wooden scent coming from her. What the hell is happening to me? He wondered, shaking his head in order to get rid of his thoughts. Heechul slowly walked towards the woman and put his hand on her shoulder, making her turn to him, startled.

"How have you been? You know about..." He looked at her belly, unable to finish his sentence. She placed her hand there instinctively, letting it fall down right after.

"Oh... I-I've been coping... Or trying to, at least" She said looking down. She was still sensitive to the topic but she didn't want him to see her cry again. Heechul sighed, it hurt him too. It was his baby as well.

"How crazy would it have been to have a little one running around the place?" He asked, a small smile breaking through his lips at the thought. "He or she would've been loved like crazy." He knew his members, family and friends would've gone crazy over the new baby. But there wasn't a baby to go crazy over anymore.

"I didn't know how much I wanted this baby until I lost it... Knowing that I'll never be able to see his or her little face, that I'll never have a chance to hold our baby in my arms... It kills me." Her voice was wobbly from trying to hold back her tears as she confessed how she truly felt. "Were you ready to be a dad though?" She thought aloud. He hesitantly held her hand, knowing she'd most likely reject his touch. He was surprised when she didn't.

"Maybe I wasn't... But I could have learned. I know I'm a bastard most of the time, but it was my baby too... I would have been there and I would have learned. We would have done it together, me and you. Don't think it was your fault though. Life happens and we have to accept what it has in store for us." She couldn't hold back her tears anymore as she heard those words coming from his mouth. He pulled her towards him, embracing her small frame, arms remaining limp against the sides of her body. His heart skipped a beat as the familiar wooden scent filled his nostrils once again. He rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. He felt his shirt getting wet and his heart sunk, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her pain. He needed to be honest with her. It was the least he could do. Although he knew there was a chance of him hurting her even more, he also knew that if he didn't say everything he wanted to now, he probably wouldn't get another chance to do so. It was now or never. "About me not loving you..." He started, feeling her body tense against his own. Y/N pulled away from him slightly and looked him in the eyes, afraid of what would come. "You asked for my honesty, I owe you that. I don't think I know what love is. I don't' think I've ever actually loved someone. When Siwon and Sungmin talk about their girlfriends and how deeply in love they are, I can't understand what they mean because I've never felt that way. I don't think I ever loved you, but I liked you a lot. I still do. Even if it doesn't seem that way, you hold a very dear place in my heart. You've handled me and all the crap that being with me involves for two years. I'm not an easy person and I'm certainly not for everyone, but you were always by my side even if I didn't do the same for you. I appreciate it. When we met I remember I couldn't take my eyes off of you, we started dating that day. I think I just got used to your company, to being with you and I ended up making a big mess because our feelings were not the same." He admitted. Y/N moved away from his hold. "Even though things happened this way I would love if you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I would like for us to remain friends." He was expecting her to curse at him, hit him and kick him out from the house, but all she did was nod her head and smile softly, surprising him. She needed to hear those words from him. She needed to be set free.

"Thank you for being honest with me." She said politely, feeling truly thankful for his honesty. "I don't think it will be easy, but we can try to work on a friendship." She assured, looking him in the eye. He felt himself relax as her words reached his ears. Heechul smiled at her. They heard a noise come from the door, making both of their heads move towards the wooden surface. Her eyebrows furrowed as he rolled his eyes, almost sure of what it was. He walked to the door and opened it, making both Yesung and Hyukjae fall inside Dawon's apartment, proving his thoughts that the two had been trying to listen to their conversation to be true. Siwon gave them a disapproving look while Y/N giggled, looking at both men laying on the ground pretending nothing had happened.

"Oh, I missed you guys so much!" She smiled widely, finally feeling able to be herself again. She needed this conversation and for Heechul to be honest with her. She wouldn't regret saying yes to working on a friendship with her ex because cutting ties with him would most likely mean losing contact with his members as well, and she didn't want that. They brought her too much happiness and joy and she loved them too much to let that happen. Things would never be the same, Y/N was aware of that, but with their help, she would eventually be whole again.

She knew she would.

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Somewhere Inside (Disuphere series #4) Chapter 7

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For a while, Levi thinks about going back next door and talking to Pearl. But he can’t quite make himself go there. She sent him over here for a reason. Might be because she’s tired of him. Might be a lot of reasons, but the reality is he just can’t make himself face her yet.

He’s scared.

Better to hang out next door or outside maybe if he has to. Francesca has warmed up to him and is all about playing endless games of Uno with funny rules. Levi’s a fan. It doesn’t bug him too much that Jesus and the others keep a low profile. (He’s actually super jealous of Mariana, who feels so at home here that she woke up, ate oatmeal and then went back to bed to recover all the way from her jet lag. Levi wishes he could go back to bed.) He wishes he could stop obsessing about these people and what all they think of him.

To be honest, Levi would just rather not know what they think of him at all. (Sometimes it’s safer that way.)

“I’m gonna go hang out outside, anybody wanna come?” Dominique asks.

“Sure,” Levi agrees.

“Can I?” Francesca asks. “You guys aren’t going on the dock again, are you? ‘Cause I wanna come.”

“Actually, I was gonna stop over with Dudley and check on Pearl. Wanna come? Say hi to Cleo?” Jesus asks.

Francesca looks torn. It’s pretty cute. (If Levi doesn’t focus too much on the fact that he’s pretty sure Pearl will be happier to see Jesus and even Francesca, than she’d be to see him.)

“Oh gosh. What do I do? What do I do?” Francesca wonders, glancing back and forth between Levi and Dominique and Jesus and Dudley.

“You can always join us later, babe. No pressure,” Dominique reassures.

“Serious? It’s not gonna be like, Dominique and Levi sitting in a tree, is it?” Francesca sings.

Levi doesn’t miss the slight shake of the head that Jesus gives or the way embarrassment makes Francesca blush.

“Fine, I’ll say hi to Cleo and then meet you at that picnic table that’s kinda like Avoidance, okay?” she decides, eventually walking over to Pearl’s with Jesus and Dudley.

Dominique laughs a little as she and Levi walk side by side.

“What’s she avoiding?” Levi asks, bemused.

“It’s kinda a long story, but basically, back home? We all get together at this one spot at a picnic table to avoid ignorant assholes.”

Levi raises his eyebrows. “Really? You see a lot of those in California?” he presses.

“I see a lot of those everywhere,” Dominique allows.

They get to the picnic table. It’s chilly. Levi wishes he’d brought a jacket. From the look of Dominique, she’s wishing the same. Still, they sit.

It’s nice in the quiet. It’s nice not having to fill the silence, but knowing, too, that he is not being actively ignored or pushed aside.

Dominique takes out her phone. Snaps a shot of the lake. A strange angle of her eyes, her hair and the picnic table, from above. Then:

“Can I?” she asks, raising her eyebrows and shaking the phone a little.

“Depends,” he allows. “Do I have to smile?”

Her eyebrows raise. “No.” She takes his picture as he stares into the lens, face serious. “I’ve found,” she says after a second. “That faking it? Works. Until it doesn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you just asked me if you had to smile for that picture I took. People don’t ask about performative emotions, in my experience, unless they’ve had to employ them. And, I’m just saying, if you’ve had to? It probably served a purpose the first time you did it. But you don’t have to do it now.”

Levi blinks. “That’s deep.”

“Yeah, well, that’s me,” she shrugs. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Levi asks back.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks, tone open, curious, and also so genuine.

“Unwanted.” The word’s out of his mouth before Levi even realizes. It doesn’t even make sense. It’s not an answer to anything Dominique asked him. It’s not a feeling. It’s a state of being. A state of being Levi wishes he could stop.

“How so?” Dominique asks, undeterred. Gentle.

Levi shrugs. “Just, whatever. Pearl got the phone, asked me if I wanted to go to breakfast here, she left the cabin with me, and when I turned around, she’d doubled back...went back inside.”

“Ouch,” Dominique winces, sympathetic.

“Yeah. And, like, I know your friends would probably give her the benefit of the doubt - that I probably should, too - but...I can’t help how it feels, you know?”

“Like she’s rejecting you,” Dominique nods.

“Exactly. And I’m supposed to be social. I’m supposed to help out. I’m supposed to give the benefit of the doubt...but do I get it?”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Dominique shakes her head.

“Right, so it’s like, ‘What am I even doing here? Why try?’ you know?”

“I do. It’s hard when people don’t see you. Don’t get you, especially if it’s somebody who’s supposed to give a shit. Like family.”

“Yeah, well, she’d rather not be that…” Levi sighs. “Sorry, I’m rambling and I probably sound super ungrateful given that she’s letting me stay with her rent-free as long as I do the grocery shopping…”

“But people don’t just need shelter, Levi. They need emotional support.”

“I know. She does.”

“You, too.” Dominique maintains.

“I’m okay…” he insists.

“Every human being? Needs emotional support,” Dominique says certainly. “So, are you a human?”

Levi blinks.

“Yes…” he answers slowly.

“Then you qualify. And there’s a thing about the world that kinda sucks? People can’t always be there for other people in the way they need. It’s impossible to be everything for everybody.”

Levi sighs. And there it is. The indication, however subtle, that Pearl’s stuff is more support-worthy than his. Nobody knows his. They don’t even try to know it. He’s used to his mom, knowing something’s up. To his dad, checking in with him at night before bed, asking if he’s got anything on his mind. And for years, he’d almost told.

Until time ran out.

“I know,” he says, retreating into the mask Dominique just said he didn’t have to wear. He smiles. It’s believable, but for the shadow in his eyes. The hurt. The suspicion. The soul of him that’s been snatched out ever since that day near ten years ago. With the mud. And her.

“Levi?” Dominique asks.

“What?”

“Did you wanna hear the rest of what I was gonna say, or no?”

“Oh, I thought that was it, I’m sorry.” Now, it’s Levi’s turn to blush.

But Dominique is actually waiting until he nods.

“I’m saying, people are gonna let you down. But that’s why there’s other people. People you can trust, if you want to.”

“Like Pearl?” he asks, skeptically.

“No. Like me.” Dominique finishes. “Think you might wanna do that?”

Levi bites the inside of his lip. What choice does he really have right now? It’s Dominique or keep going it alone.

“Yeah,” he admits finally. “Maybe.”

Francesca is in the coolest swing ever looking at the best purple lights. Jesus and Pearl promised that Francesca could help make special hot chocolate on the stove if she let Jesus and Pearl talk in private first.

They give her headphones that cancel the noise. She thinks she’s gonna want to read Harry Potter, but she doesn’t. She just stares at the lights and feels really good. Usually staring off means bad stuff for Francesca, but not this time. She wishes Moms knew about swings like this.

Francesca imagines being in a purple land where everything is electric and shiny.

To say Pearl was shocked to find Jesus and Francesca on the other side of the door this morning would be an understatement. Pearl had been sure if she’d see anyone at all, it’d be Levi first, but so far? No sign of him.

It’s unkind, but Pearl is relieved.

Usually? She might mind that a friend and his little sister are stopping by when Pearl hasn’t made a move toward getting ready for the day at all. She’s still in PJ’s. Hair’s still wrapped. The only thing of consequence she’s done today is take Cleo outside and eat breakfast. Otherwise, she hasn’t moved.

But Jesus and Francesca don’t judge. Francesca even informed Pearl that her favorite thing was having pajama days.

Honestly, Pearl has never let herself entertain the possibility that Jesus might someday come back to a place that caused him so much pain and stress. Pearl remembers his first trip up here six years ago vividly, because he’d spent the majority of it here, in this cabin, to get a break from all the intensity of his family next door.

That trip pretty much put an end to any desire at all that Pearl used to have to be in any way like his mom. Stef used to be her role model. But after Pearl saw firsthand just how she and Lena treated Jesus? Well, Pearl was reminded a bit too much of her own mother. And God knew, Pearl didn’t want to be anything like her.

“So...what’s up?” Jesus asks after the longest wait ever.

“Oh nothing. Just catching up on sleep, Levi’s my brother and my mom’s a liar…” she rattles off. Most people would recite such lists in their heads, but Pearl and Jesus are way past that.

Jesus blinks. “And?”

“And what?” Pearl challenges, miffed at his lack of a reaction.

“And I saw the resemblance, Pearl. Mariana saw it. We all saw it,” Jesus says matter of factly. “I figured you’d tell me when you were ready to tell me.”

“You let Francesca say he was my boyfriend.” Pearl points out.

“Well, it’s not exactly my place to out my hunches about who might be related to you.”

“Hmm. Good point.” Pearl allows.

“So how’s that been?” Jesus wonders, intrigued.

“Annoying. I mean, okay, Levi’s pretty much the best possible surprise-brother anybody could get, but I’m not used to this. And everytime I see him...it’s like...I don’t know...this giant reminder that my mom lied to me about my dad being dead for like years. How do you lie to your daughter for more than 30 years about something that important? And she never even mentioned Levi to me… Or that Dad spent all those years wanting a relationship with me...and now I don’t get to have it.” She sniffs and grabs a Kleenex.

Jesus drops his voice, casting a glance at the corner where Francesca’s still swinging behind the curtain. “I kinda get it though. I got those kinds of feelings all the time when I got back and saw Moms adopted Callie and Jude. Never really had the betrayed feeling with Francesca, but with Callie and Jude? They came into our family because I wasn’t there. Moms took them in because of taking me and Mariana in. I don’t know. I always...felt...kinda...replaced? Like...they moved on and got these other kids. I don’t know. I know it’s not exactly the same thing, but…”

“But it’s complex, and it’s family and you’d think they’d love you enough to not try and replace you, even if they really believed you were gone…” Pearl offers.

“Just like you’d hope that whatever went down between your mom and dad, that your mom would realize that barring your dad being some abusive asshole? You deserved to know he was alive and wanted a relationship with you. Not lie to you about him being dead, even if it was easier for her,” Jesus responds, sure.

“You know, I wanna say you’ve gotten really wise in the last several years...but who am I kidding? You’ve always been wise.” Pearl admits, wiping her eyes. “Thank you. I’ve really needed to talk to a friend about all of this. To talk to you.”

“Anytime,” Jesus says, like it’s no big deal, but Pearl knows just how big a deal it is.

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