#I swear if they do the same to l&co

[personinthepalace]

If I had a nickel for every time a major streaming service cancelled a beloved book-to-tv show adaptation (of my favorite books!) after adapting just the first two books then I would have two nickels

I'm just really tired of this happening guys. I would like the less well-known books to win for once

[satoruscursedbandages]

⋆˚࿔ Daddy ? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

MENTIONS - Smut, Public sex, FTM!Reader, Pussy eating, edging, fingering, stretching out, fucking your boss, daddy kink, praising, Imk if I missed anything!

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You were at work, organizing files and cleaning around your work desk. It was a mess from the amount of work your Boss, Toji, was giving you. You honestly wanted to quit that man give you no breaks and always put so much work on you. 'I swear. this dickhead puts all this work on me then doesn't give me a raise?' You thought in your head.

As angry as you were though you needed to keep your composure and stay calm, it was almost the end of the day and you figured you'd just talk to him after work like regular adults instead of yelling at him. Although you wanted too..you sighed finishing up with the organizing.

You noticed your co-worker, Gojo! You loved Gojo about how funny and chill of a dude he was. Who wouldn't? He's the only thing that makes working under Toji enjoyable, after all that man worked you to the bone. "Hey Gojo! You heading home?" You asked looking at him with a warm smile, he then spoke back in his normal silly tone. "You bet your ass I am, another second here and I swear I could just lose my MIND!" He joked chuckling softly he grabbed his bag that carried his files, documents, and work papers. "But yeah I am heading home, I'll see you tomorrow, L/N."

You sighed as you noticed he walked out the doors, you were finishing up as you finally finished, looping your bag around your shoulders you walked to Toni's office, he was still there as he obviously had to stay over until everyone was gone or until his own work was finished. You looked at him and became slightly nervous. You were sweating bullets..god how were you going to ask him for a raise? What if he fires you? What if he adds more onto your work? You brushed all those thoughts aside and begun to speak in slightly shaky nervous tone, "Toji, sir. I think I deserve a raise.. l've been putting on all of these extra assignments and projects with no break. And you still pay me the same."

He looked at you raising an eyebrow, he then spoke in a low tone, "you? a raise? Why should I?" He grinned slightly as he softly chuckled as he looked into your eyes before his attention turned back to his computer, he took a sip of his coffee, such an asshole of a boss. You wish you could get him fired. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed as your expression became a bit more stern and angry, "sir, as I just STATED..l've been working way more than my pay salary I dese—" he cut you off as he was barely looking at you or paying you any mind, "I heard what you said, but it's your job. Is it not? To listen to your boss." He said in a cocky tone.

You stood there. in shock..was he normally like this? You wondered. You then became a bit more agitated as you walked up to his desk slamming your hands on the table staring into his green eyes, you slightly blushed before snapping out of it..what was that? You've never had that reaction before but you then spoke once again in a bit more of an angry tone, "Just because you're my boss doesn't mean you otta be a dick. All I'm asking is pay me what I'm worth." He looked back at you into your eyes, he grinned once more before closing his laptop. "Hm..y'know, maybe you need to prove yr'self that you're worth such a pay."

You sighed as you then rubbed the bridge of your nose in annoyance, you then spoke in a frustrated tone. "And how am I supposed to prove myself more?" He then got up from his seat, standing up fully. He was much taller and bigger than you..you seriously needed to know his work out routine his body was so fit and.. snap out of it oh my god?! You watched him walk to the door closing and locking it, you raised your head asking "sir? Why are you locking the door?" You asked a bit curious on why he would do that. Were you in trouble? Shit.

"No, you aren't in trouble. I actually have a way you could prove yourself..maybe a promotion." Your eyes lit up as you then smiled a bit, "really? What is it?!" You asked with a bit of hope as you noticed his grin, he walked towards you as he slightly leaned down. "Are you good at pleasing men, L/N? If so..you'd be perfect. The position pays much more than your current one." Your eyes widened as you jaw hung open a bit..you shook your head and processed what he said. "By pleased..you mean..sex?" You asked with a slight blush on your face, sweating even more than when you first walked in.

"Correct," he said his face suddenly now inches away from his..he spoke but his voice was different..it sounded like desire and lust. "Are you up for the job, sweetheart?" He placed his large hand on the side of your face softly caressing it. You thought about it..sleeping with your boss for extra money? But you needed the extra cash. You were sometimes late on rent and this could help so you agreed, "fine."

"Good boy." He said as he then began to kiss you, it was deep and passionate, barely leaving any room for air he closed all gaps you could barely pull away. Every time the both of your lips parted he quickly smashed his against your quickly, you slowly but slowly then kissed him back..you felt yourself getting wet from this. Oh my god. Did you really enjoy this? You did..every second of it too. Obviously from the way you softly moaned his name through out the make our session you both had.

He then broke the kiss, looking at you..the state you were in. You were panting and whimpering slightly, Toji began to make his hands down onto your buckle before he then undid your belt pulling down your pants. His dick throbbed and got hard seeing the panties you were wearing..black laced panties barely hiding your folds, your wetness. "You're already this wet? Shit we wouldn't need lube at this point." You looked away embarrassed as he blatantly called you out.

He also undid his pants as he slid them down letting them drop to his ankles, his coco sprung free and you looked down eyes quickly widening at the length of it..?? No 9 inches. 9 fucking inches..you weren't even sure if that would even fucking fit. "There's no way that'll fit.." you mumbled your thoughts out loud as he smirked and chuckled, "oh it will. Don't worry doll, it will. I'll make it fit."

You blinked..wondering how he'd make that big dick of his fit..but you trusted him..you then spoke up. "um..sir, l'm a uh. I'm a virgin." You looked away embarrassed since your first time was going like this, such a weird and embarrassing way to lose your virginity. "Oh? That's fine. I'll take good care of you, Y/N." He said in a slightly gentle but low tone as he then laid you out onto his office desk, your legs hanging off of it. He slowly pulled down your black laced panties as he slowly leaned his face closer to your cunt. He slid a finger in with ease, he then latched his mouth on your clit.. you shuddered a little as your hips squirmed a bit..”ah..agnh..” you let out soft sweet moans that are like music to his ears.

He began licking and sucking on your clit while his teeth 'accidentally' bit on your clit. Toji slide another finger into your cunt as he then moved them in a scissoring motion. All of your pre-cum leaking onto his fingers, down to his wrist, and onto his arm. You were really getting this turned on just from him fingering you so your tight little cunt could take that huge cock of his. It wasn't your fault you were a virgin or that your cunt was so tight..he then spoke right on your clit sending vibrations on it, "already turned on from this? If I didn't know any better l'd say you've been wantin' this. Hm?"

"N-no! I just..l've never done this before." You said quickly as Toji continued to suck and lick your clit, his nibbling became more frequent as he kept on biting down on it. On purpose, it felt so good..him biting on your bud like that. You loved it, and you wanted more, "don't..stop. Please don't stop.." you begged him bringing a hand to the back of his head bringing his head closer applying more pressure. Toji slipped in a third finger and slid all three of them all the way in. He continued to finger you more as you felt Toji had found 'that spot' you didn't thing it existed and was just some excuse for pornstars to lose their shit too. Your legs began shaking as you felt close to a small release..you needed more wanted more.

"Ffuak..ah..mmh..more..more more more.., you begged him you kept begging babbling like a dumbass. You wanted to feel that sweet release for the first time, "Patient baby, I'll get there." Toji said as he stretched you out more then sliding his fingers out, "h-huh? Why'd you stop?..! was so close." You whined as you then pouted.. "didn't I tell ya' to be patient? Listen to daddy." He said with a sigh as he then brought his tongue to your hole, oh my god oh my god he was eating you out. He put his TONGUE inside YOU!! But holy shit it felt like fucking heaven..it felt so good. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your mouth was hung open, only thing coming out of that mouth of yours were sweet slightly loud moans. You wiggled your hips closer to him as you wrapped your legs around his head so he wouldn't stop.

Toji's tongue was big and long, it felt so slimy and a bit weird but it was amazing..you allow him to stop, he wasn't going to stop anyways even if you asked him too. He wanted to make your first time memorable just so you know no one could fuck you the way he does. So you come back crawling to him for him. Wanting you to desire him..His tongue moved in and out wiggling around your gummy walls. Your pre and slick juices getting on his face and into his mouth was such a turn on for him..especially the way your plush thighs were wrapped around his head..you felt a knot in your stomach that you needed to get rid of..

He put his fingers on your clit applying pressure before rubbing it in a circular motion. he went slow at first but then slowly went faster and faster. The pleasure was too much, you were letting out soft choked moans as you then squirted and came onto Toji's face, "F-FUAK! AH~!..MMPH..NGH..haah..ah..~" you moaned slowly as you laid against his desk, your legs slowly falling onto his shoulders. Oh but don't get tired yet..you aren't done. Oh no you're far from done.

"Getting tired on me that quickly, boy? Oh we aren't done, far from done." He said with a sly grin, that fucking grin..that grin he did always pissed you off but right now was different, it made you wet. Horny. Toji slowly spreads your legs as he stood in between them, admiring the view..your small curvy body. He began unbuttoning your shirt noticing that you were wearing binding tape, "am I allowed to remove this, sweetheart? Only if you're comfortable." He asked, he was being so sweet and gentle? You felt your heart flutter as you nodded your head with approval, be began slowly undoing the binding tape you previously had on, your body was completely exposed to him and you blushed looking away embarrassed, he placed his hand on the side of your face making you look at him, "don't look away, I want you to look at me the whole time, I want you to watch. Okay baby?". "yes, daddy." you said in a soft tone as you kept your eyes locked on him, "good boy. Such a good boy for daddy."

Toji plopped his big cock on your small cunt, it was so long the tip rested near your belly button, oh god..you were a bit nervous for this but you really needed the money..but it wasn't about that anymore was it? Was it also that you maybe wanted this? You desired this but you didn't realize? Fucking your own boss? Letting him fuck and rearrange your guts? Maybe. Toji grabbed your legs holding them together as he began to thigh fuck you, his cock also rubbed against your cunt and clit. You moaned and whimpered softly..the way his tip glided across back and forth on your clit felt so good. Feeling his warmth and how it throbbed and twitched with each small thrust..you grabbed one of his hands holding them. You wanted to be as close to him as possible and if this was one of the only ways then so be it. You needed it, you needed him. You desired everything about him, his big hands, his strong physique, handsome face, his cocky attitude, but also his sweet side.. was he hiding this side from you?

"T-Toji..ut'it innn..." you asked him sweetly, wanting his dick to fuck and stretch you out, if his fingers and tongue felt good then surely his dick had to be like heaven. "You sure about that, Baby? Don't wanna risk hurtin' ya." He said looking at you being a bit cautious, you nodded once more but he spoke up, "use your words..I need to know if you're actually sure." You whined as you then spoke up, "yes, I'm sure. I promise..” you said with a soft smile, you felt some warm substance leak onto my tummy..Toji came. He fucking came on you. "Oops. Sorry darlin. Your face is just so fuckin’ cute when you look at m’like that.” with a slight chuckle. He moved his tip at the entrance of your cunt. His dick slowly sank into your cunt, your walls quickly grasping onto it, his dick was barely in and you're already this needy? Jesus Christ.

He leaned down as he kissed your neck, tracing up to your jaw then back down to your neck going to your chest. He held your legs on his shoulders allowing himself to sink in all the way in those tight walls of yours..he was leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and chest. You were going insane, you moaned and whined from how big his cock was..you were a virgin and his dick was huge. Not your fault your little cunt couldn't take it..so cute. He slowly thrusted into your cunt but going hard at the same time, it was driving you crazy.you moaned like a whore in church as you felt Toji's cock sink deeper into you thrusting in and out.. He then found your 'sweet spot' once again. He knew from the way your back arched and the yelp you let out, you quickly placed your hands on the nape of his neck scratching and gripping onto him for something to grab onto. "Oh? Is this it?" He asked teasingly just resting his cock there not even moving. What a tease. Such a meanie!! You whined and spoke out "nno..don't stop..why'd'ya stop?..please...daddy I need it." You said looking at him with sweet innocent eyes, you were desperate and needy and just wanted your daddy's cock- oops. I mean you boss's cock. All for the money, right?:)

"F-fuck! Yes! Ah! Toji oh my god!" "Don't stop. please.please..PLEASE don't stop oh MY GOD~! Ah..ah~!.AH! HNGH! KNGAH! AAH!" The shit you were saying to him drove him mad, he continued to pound into you like there was no fucking tomorrow. He didn't stop, he didn't slow down, he only went harder and deeper into your cunt as he reached your womb. You felt your body going limp but no matter, he hel as he fucked the shit out of him. "Gon' take it like a good boy, yeah? Yeah you are.” are." A bulge appeared in your stomach a bulge from his ridiculously big dick. He placed his hand over it pressing down on it so you could feel it more, the way he was so deep in you..it almost felt like a dream until you felt him cum inside you. "Hngh..ha. Ffuuckk." He groaned out, he filled your womb to the brim with his hot warm cum painting those pink gummy walls of yours white. He pumped his dick in you a few more times before pulling out and watching the cum seep out your cunt. You slowly closed your eyes panting heavily, you were so worn out and couldn't go anymore. He praised you for taking it so well and for being such a good boy for daddy, "you're such a good boy sweetheart..ya'know that? You took my dick so so well. Starting tomorrow you'll be my secretary, be sure to be in my office tomorrow morning. And it's okay if you can't walk..I'll let you cock warm me as you sit on my lap while I do my work." Toji said kissing your forehead, you passed out. Oh boy.. the day you were going to have tomorrow is going to be just as crazy like today.

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[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 16

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

not another one... oh yes it is... and please, respectfully, strap yourselves in cos it's gonna be a ROUGH RIDE. and not in the way you're thinking, sorry, but get your minds out the gutters. gosh.

in other news, i hope you're all doing okay. part 17 won't be for a while as i'm back to work tomorrow and i'm going to be tired because i stupidly ruined my sleeping schedule the past few days. massive L.

i hope you've all had a brilliant day, and thank you so much for all the love and kind, sweet comments you left on part 15, it really made my day when i read through them this morning :') i'll reply to them all when i have some extra time this week!! <3 remember to take care of yourselves, please. and enjoy this. <3

warnings: swearing, slight altercation?, angst

A pair of cold hands grasped your scarlet cheeks, forcing you to look up and into their eyes in a desperate manner. "Bloody hell, Y/N," Remus whispered, his face twisting into an anxious mix of worry and concern. Gradually, you let your tearful eyes slink up meet his own, and another sob fell from your quivering lips. "I should have stayed, I'm so sorry." He sighed. You watched as his brows slipped together; hazel eyes flicking between yours as he brushed his thumbs gently against the apples of your cheeks.

"It's not your fault, Remus, please-" You shook your head viciously and squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall forwards. 

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Remus asked, his voice soft as a feather, cautious not to startle you.

"Yes- no, I... my shoulder, it hurts," You whined and winced as you lifted your head up to lean back against the cabinets of your kitchenette behind you. Another intense, piercing pain shot through your shoulder. "Fuck!" You hissed. Remus cast a furious glance in the direction of Ben's unconscious body.

"We're going to have to take you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N," the professor sighed quietly, "I'm afraid Dumbledore will need to hear of this... matter." Instantly, your eyes darted to Remus and you sucked in a breath.

"No, I'm fine, honestly- please," you shook your head, "there's no point, I won't be here after he wakes up anyway." A defeated sigh left your lips as you let your eyes slide to where Ben laid, the burning words that he'd spat at you like vicious venom replayed in your head on repeat.

"What do you mean?" Remus frowned at you.

"He found out about Severus." A dry, pathetic laugh slipped from you. "He figured it out."

"What-" Though, before Remus could even finish his question, you interrupted him.

"He went through my drawers in my greenhouse."

"I'm not following." The professor offered you an apologetic, yet perplexed look.

You inhaled a deep, slow breath through your nose. "Severus had been leaving me notes everytime he'd taken something from my cabinets, be it asphodel roots or dittany.. so, in my pathetic way, I... kept them." You muttered, reluctantly glancing up at Remus, watching his eyes soften. You looked away, unable to stomach how he looked at you with pity. "In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have, but I was blinded by my feelings for him, and so... then when I had first started seeing Ben, he had also left me notes. But, of course, I didn't really care for him the same way I did Severus, so I shoved them at the bottom of my drawers, beneath..." You trailed off, unable to finish your thoughts. You felt so silly, pathetic.

"I see." Remus said softly, noting how you were struggling. His gentle voice silently soothed your racing mind.

You took a few seconds to speak your next words, still unable to understand the gravity of the situation you'd put yourself in. In fact, it felt like you didn't even want to acknowledge it. "Ben threatened to have me fired, and then blacklisted for every job in this area. So, Remus, I'm screwed, to say the least."

The professor paused for a moment, pondering on his thoughts. You were praying he'd speak soon before you went insane from the way your mind was beginning to chaotically brew up storms of worst case scenarios.

"Not quite," Remus's lips quirked up into a small, comforting smile. You could only frown at him in utter confusion. "It's not the most... erm, ...humane way of solving such a problem, however it is the only way." Your eyes widened at his choice of words.

"Remus, you're scaring me, what on Earth are you suggesting?" You whispered, eyebrows furrowing together in what could only be described as fear.

"We're going to need the help of another wizard, I'm afraid." He replied and stood up, groaning a tad. "Ever heard of the spell, Obliviate?"

The damp stench of the dungeons of Hogwarts was wildly familiar and a little emotionally testing for you as you stumbled down the corridors with Remus; his hand placed caringly upon your back. The amber glow of the lit torches illuminated the darkened path, and the quiet squelch of the wet, mossy floor echoed throughout the empty corridors as the two of you padded towards Snape's classroom.

"I'm sorry to have to put you through this." Remus mumbled from beside you, and you felt his fingers press into the back of you. "But Severus is the only wizard I know that's meddled with minds here at Hogwarts."

"It's alright." You swallowed awkwardly as the anxious and speedy beats of your heart began to pound in your ears once more. "He never liked Ben, so I'm sure he'll take great pride in performing such a spell on him." You joked dryly, earning a curt laugh from the professor beside you. A little smile formed on your lips at the sound of it.

"Even in dark times, your brilliant humour shines through." Remus hummed, offering a warm smile as he glanced down at you.

There was a moment of silence as you let yourself wander through the labyrinth of your mind.

"Do you think it will work?"

"Absolutely," Remus answered quickly, "though Severus and I have never truly seen eye to eye, I still acknowledge the fact that he's an incredibly accomplished wizard." He said, shrugging. "I haven't met many other wizards in my time that have come close to his abilities."

You let his words simmer in your brain for a moment, and suddenly you felt a little more at ease. Not that you doubted Severus, but from what Lupin had explained about the Obliviate spell, you were slightly worried. Would Ben remember something and come back with a vengeance? No, there was no way... right? He's not that... petty.

Before you could even finish your train of thought, three loud knocks from Remus's knuckles broke you from your daydream.

Almost immediately you wanted to run away from the door in front of you. But from the way Remus's hand was glued to your back stopped you from doing so.

The door to Severus's classroom creaked open, and all of the blood from your body felt as if it had drained away the moment the two of you locked eyes.

"Severus," Remus greeted quietly.

"Y/N." Severus muttered, his tone confused as his eyes snapped to Lupin beside you, and then down to his arm around your back. A short, sharp exhale of breath left his nostrils, and you knew that he wasn't too pleased about what he was seeing. "Lupin..." He drawled as he flicked his eyes back to yours, then to Remus's own. "What brings you here?" His voice was agitated, nothing new. You let your eyes fall away from the Potions Master, unable to look at him without having some sort of whirlwind of emotions stir up inside of you.

"May we come in? It's a matter of urgency." The professor beside you spoke with a serious tone that forced a curious frown to appear on Severus's pale face. Without saying anything, Severus moved aside in one swift motion and allowed his door to creak further open, silently inviting you and Remus inside.

Had it been just Lupin here, you knew he wouldn't have been so trusting.

Glancing up, you caught Severus's eye again, and that wave of gut-wrenching yearning had returned to your heart. As you looked away, you didn't see the way his eyes softened at you, wordlessly wishing he could return to the way the two of you had been.

Lupin guided you inside with his arm, earning another harsh glare from Snape as he passed by him. "Take a seat, Y/N." The shaggy professor mumbled, pulling out a stool for you to perch on. You obliged, of course.

"What do you so desperately need from me?" Snape drawled, sweeping his way towards you and Lupin; his biting glare quite obviously screaming at you to hurry up and talk. Wasn't it so kind of him to treat you like you were some sort of irritating insect, and not someone he cared about, albeit a little?

You clenched your jaw, swallowing as you opened your mouth to speak, but Lupin beat you to it. "Bluewater threatened to have her fired and blacklisted from every job in the area." Severus's black brows immediately shot together in confusion, then quickly softened, quite obviously realising why he'd demand such a thing. "If she is to keep her job and reputation, we need you to perform the memory erasing spell on him."

Of course, Severus would do anything for you, at this point, he'd kill for you. So killing the memories of a man he truly loathed was an easy ask.

"Done." The Potions Master cast a concerned glance at you, before looking back to Lupin. "Truth be told, it'd be my pleasure." Again, Severus looked back at you with his worrisome black eyes, staring, swiftly scattering themselves over your form; quietly trying to figure out whether you were hurt or not. 

You noticed his quiet inspection. "I'm fine." You mumbled, sighing softly as you avoided his eyes once more, shuffling in your seat - but as you moved, your face twitched into a wince as your injured shoulder betrayed you.

"Yes, clearly you are." Severus muttered sarcastically as he padded towards you, reluctantly lifting a hand toward your arm. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you blinked at him, your jaw ticking with either anxiety or anger - you couldn't figure out which. "May I?" He whispered.

You gave a nod and turned your torso towards him, allowing him to inspect your injury. The second his fingers touched your skin, it ignited like a wildfire. You inhaled sharply, your body freezing at the way he trailed them down to your shoulder.

"I'll be outside." Remus muttered, noticing that perhaps the two of you need to be alone. He shuffled his way towards the door, and slipped out of it, the quiet thud and click of the handle signifying he'd left.

"Did he do this to you?" Severus muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his thumb over the colourful blotch that was beginning to appear upon the skin he used to worship. He hissed at the sight of your bruised skin, it was like someone had ruined a beautiful painting and thrown some sort of hideous concoction onto it.

He should have known better than to abandon you like that. Bluewater had always been a wildcard. He should have stayed by your side, he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like he always did. Maybe then you wouldn't have this... abomination painting your flesh black and blue. Severus would never forgive himself for falling into the foolish trap of his insecurities. He'd never forgive himself for ever listening to the deranged demons that resided within his mind, silently calling him into the darkness; their devilish, silver tongues persuading him to fade into the lonely void.

You and Severus sat in silence for a moment, and your eyes had been glued to the ground ever since the Potions Master laid his hands on you. If you looked into his eyes whilst he was so close to you, you weren't exactly sure if you could stop yourself from doing something utterly stupid.

"Where is he?" Severus suddenly mumbled, a burning hot fire of rage and vengeance was quickly spreading throughout his body.

"My chambers, but-"

"Stay here." Severus immediately began to storm towards the door of his classroom, his long black cape billowing behind him with a vengeance that matched its wearer.

"Severus, don't hurt him!" You cried out, leaning forwards to try and grab his arm. You gasped as your injured shoulder unleashed an unbearable pain across your back, making you squeeze your eyes shut in agony.

"Don't hurt him? Look at what he's done to you!" Severus whipped around, furious. "You can barely move your shoulder without wincing like a wounded deer!" He stormed back towards you, and for the first time in a while, the irate look in his eyes truly frightened you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the ground. Though, he was not angry at you, his anger was only focused on one man.

"I don't care! Think about what could happen to you if the Ministry found out you harmed one of their own!" You exclaimed, praying that Severus would see through his blinding anger and choose to not do something foolish to Ben, despite how fierce his wrath was.

Severus paused for a moment as if to contemplate your words - though his consideration of your opinion was cut short as he whipped around once more; that vicious fire exploding inside of him like a deadly inferno. He was truly devoted to the thought of inflicting more harm than necessary to Bluewater.

At this point, you couldn't stop him. There was no way you could follow him with your injury. You watched on helplessly as he sweeped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. There was only one other person that could help you.

"Remus!" You yelled, cursing your weakened shoulder as you stood, breathing sharply in a dire attempt to lessen the pain that was slowly burning its way through your torso. "Remus!" You yelled once more, and immediately the door swung open, his familiar face adorned with an utterly worried look.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to you.

"It's Severus, he's gone to find Ben, you need to stop him, please," You panted, desperately grabbing onto the the material of his suit jacket that sat on his bicep. "I don't want him to do something he'll regret."

"Merlin," Remus muttered and nodded, turning swiftly to rush after the Potions Master. "Will you be alright?" He stopped to ask, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, now, please just go!" You sighed heavily and leaned against a table beside you, hissing as your shoulder was now screaming at you in horrific pain. You were truly starting to worry now, had you fractured it- or broken it? Ben had shoved you quite harshly...

Your eyes darted around Severus's classroom, lingering on the potion ingredients that lined the wall. The only thing you could do was wait.

Or potentially brew a potion to help your agonising pain...

Severus's thunderous footsteps echoed hauntingly throughout the castle corridors as he stormed his way to your chambers; his fingers twitching at his sides, eagerly awaiting the chance to lay his hands upon Bluewater, the way he did to you.

That rotten bastard, Severus thought, he could kill him without a second thought right now. In fact, in the very back of the Potion Master's mind, he was truly considering it. The only thing Severus wanted to hear right now was Bluewater's bloodcurdling screams as he made him suffer through either physical or mental hell. All he had to do was lock the door, cast muffliato, and go to town. That was all too tempting for Snape. It was too easy. And that's what scared him.

As he neared your chambers, a stream of warm light began to pour out from underneath the door, and Severus deduced that Ben had awoken from Remus's spell. He quickly softened his footsteps and snuck towards your door, donning his wand in his hand. There was two ways he could go about this - he could barge in and surprise the bastard, or he could do it quietly. Perhaps the latter would be a little less idiotic.

Severus pushed your door open gradually with his hand, cautiously moving forwards as he pointed his wand into your chambers. A pained groan came from the floor, and the professor cast his eyes downwards and was met with an embarrassing mess shuffling around on it. Just the back of his head sent Severus into an blinding furious spiral, and he stormed towards him, grabbing the back of his top to hoist him upwards onto his feet. 

"Get th'fuck offa' me!" Bluewater drawled, still groggy from Remus's spell as he pathetically tried to fight the Potion Master's hand that had a hold of his flimsy shirt. Relentlessly, Snape dragged him through the room, the scratching sound of Bluewater's shoes scraping across the wooden floor and Snape's pounding footsteps filled the silence. He yanked the boy upwards and dropped him on his arse, watching in delight as a pained look flashed across his face.

"Watch your mouth, Bluewater," Snape snarled, poking the tip of his wand into his neck, earning a glare from the boy.

"You." Bluewater spat, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "You sonuva' bitch! You slimy fuckin' bastard, how dare you-"

"How dare I? How dare you lay a finger on her!" Snape bellowed at Bluewater, his teeth bared in a ferociously fearsome scowl.

"I never touched her." Bluewater's lips quirked into a vile smirk, and this only fuelled Snape's burning hatred for the boy. Without a second thought, he kicked the side of Bluewater, sending him tumbling onto his side, screeching in pain.

"Don't lie to me, Bluewater!" Snape growled as he fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his towering height, the tips of his toes barely grazing the floor. 

"You miserable git," The boy hissed through gritted teeth as he had one hand glued to his throbbing side. "She'll never work again, Snape. All because of you."

"Don't push me, you foolish boy." Snape huffed, his chest heaving uncontrollably as his anger got the best of him.

"In fact, neither will you." Bluewater added, his tone cocky and ignorant. Snape couldn't control himself any longer, and so he threw the boy to the ground again rather harshly, forcing a cry of pain from him. He felt nothing. Nothing but hot rage.

"Severus!" Remus suddenly called out from behind him, panting. "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand fell to the ground.

Remus felt his blood run cold as Snape turned to look at him with a face like a maddened bull. "Just... calm down, Severus, take a moment," The professor said softly, holding out a hand to try and defuse the situation. As he stared at the furious Potions Master, he was sure he could see red-hot steam pouring out of his ears. "You don't want to do this, Severus. Believe me." Snape's shoulders rose and fell rigidly as he looked on in disbelief at Lupin. "Y/N wouldn't want this."

Your name rolled off of Lupin's tongue like a bullet into Severus's chest.

"You must've drugged her," Bluewater spoke again, his voice making Snape's eye twitch, "there's no way in hell that she'd choose to be with you. She hates you. The amount of shit we used to talk about you, Merlin..." The boy knew he was getting underneath Snape's skin.

"Severus," Remus tried again helplessly. "Don't react."

"Silence!" Snape practically snarled at Bluewater as the seething blaze inside of him ignited once more.

"You don't deserve her, and you never will. You really think she'd fall for some ugly, pathetic and old git like you? Perhaps all that time in the potion classroom made you delusional." Bluewater spat, shuffling forwards on the ground. "You should ask her about what happened earlier, between us, I bet you'd-"

"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, aiming his wand at Bluewater, watching as his body fell limp once more.

Snape stared at Ben's unconscious body, his mind suddenly becoming a warzone after his last words before Remus had knocked him out. What happened earlier between you and Ben? Were his thoughts true? Was Bluewater right? Did you hate him?

"Severus,"

"What?!" Snape hissed, turning to face Lupin with a hideous look upon his face. Lupin offered an apologetic cock of his head, before nodding at Bluewater.

"The memories..." Remus muttered. Snape clenched his jaw at the words.

Memories. Right.

The Potions Master slowly padded over to Bluewater, pointing his wand at his temple. He paused for a moment, contemplating his next move.

"Legilimens." Snape whispered, shutting his eyes as he delved into Bluewater's memories. Snippets of him as a child, happy and screaming with laughter flashed before Snape's eyes, and so he continued deeper, watching the moment he met you in the pub, and when you spent the first night together. The professor hissed at the sight as a pang of hurt and jealousy struck him in his chest. He pushed through, skimming through more and more memories, finally finding the one thing he was looking for. It was you and Ben, sharing a glass of wine in your bedroom earlier on.

He'd stood up and stumbled towards you, clearly drunk. "I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing it with his thumb.

"Yeah." You'd replied. Severus felt his heart drop at this point.

Slowly, Ben crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Severus felt his skin suddenly ignite with jealousy. "Ben.." You warned, sighing.

"Whaat?" Ben had whispered back, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. He began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.

Severus watched on in horror as you shut your eyes. Ben's fingers lingered along the backs of your soft thighs, pulling a breathy sigh from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing into your flesh.

Immediately, Severus pulled out of Ben's mind. He couldn't watch anymore. He was right. Merlin, he was right. For a moment, he inhaled sharply, quickly regaining his composure. "Obliviate." He muttered swiftly, filtering through Ben's memories and erasing every single one that contained you or Severus.

"A job well done." Remus said awkwardly as he watched Severus sheath his wand. He frowned as he stared at the back of the raven-haired wizard, silently pondering why he hadn't moved. He stood there for another good few seconds, staring wordlessly at Ben's unconscious body. Then suddenly, he spun on his heel, storming past Remus and shouldering him rather harshly. He couldn't bear to look at anyone that reminded him of you, and unfortunately for Remus, he fell under that now.

He berated himself for even letting himself get so close to you. How could he have done this to himself? Of course you didn't just want him. He was just some sort of... twisted fantasy to you. And yet, he was still willing to help you get out of this mess. That's the undeniable power of love, he supposed.

Once you were free, he'd let you go.

As Severus walked away, he could hear Remus calling his name, but he turned a blind eye and focused on marching back to his domain, the one place he felt at home, even though it used to be your arms.

You coughed and sputtered as the smoke from the cauldron in front of you began to get a little too thick, lining your lungs with what felt like some sort of tar. Perhaps you added a little too much puffer-fish. It did smell a little... oceany. A defeated groan left your lips as you let your head hit the table - after all these years you still royally fucked up potions. Severus wasn't going to be too happy that you'd burned another one of his precious cauldrons.

Suddenly, the slam of a door caught you offguard and you jumped at the loud noise, whipping around to see a rather distraught-looking Snape. That was not what you were hoping for.

"Severus? Everything okay?..." You swallowed, watching as he slowly stalked towards you, completely ignoring the burning smell of the cauldron in front of you. He didn't answer you. "Did you manage to erase them? The memories?" You tried again.

"Yes." Was all he said, his eyes burning into yours with what felt like sorrow.

"What happened?"

"Why did you lie to me?" He suddenly asked, catching you offguard.

"What?"

"You were going to stay with him." He stated matter of factly, his voice quivering a tad as he tried to hide the indescribable hurt that was undoubtedly going to eat him alive.

"That's not true, Severus." You shook your head, your brows knitting together in a wild mix of confusion and hurt. His jaw clenched at your words.

"Do not lie to me!" Severus bellowed, sweeping away from you. You flinched at the volume of his voice.

"I'm not!" You cried out, attempting to follow him as he made his way to his desk. "Severus!" You cried again, making him whip around to face you, his eyes overflowing with hurt and misdirected anger.

"I do not have time for liars, Y/N."

"Severus, just please, explain what happened!"

"What happened between you and Bluewater earlier?" He inhaled with the same sharpness that pierced his chest as he spoke those nightmarish words. 

Gods, how did he know about that? Ben must have said something to get back at him. You cursed the little bastard, but at the same time, this was also your doing. You gave into the selfish pleasure.

"He just kissed my neck, that was it, I promise." You said slowly, praying he'd believe you. Severus stared down at you, unwavering, his eyes glossing over. Your heart broke at the sight.

Perhaps you deserved this.

Severus paused for a moment, letting his black eyes study your petrified face. Clearly, you were terrified of losing him. He could see it in your eyes. That broke him. But it did not break him as much as the hellish thing he saw in Bluewater's mind. "I can't trust you."

This was your karma.

It suddenly felt as if the floor had given way beneath your feet. Your knees went weak, and all trace of feeling in your body went numb like you'd been paralysed. "No, Severus- please, you have to believe me-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Severus turned away from you as he felt a wave of unruly sadness and betrayal wash over him - something he hadn't felt in years. You desperately grasped onto his arm, the rough, black material beneath your fingers felt so uncomfortably familiar - and now it was going to be something you could only remember. "Let me go, please." The crack in Severus's voice made you release your grip.

This was it. He was really ending things between you two, for real.

"No," You sobbed. The pain from your shoulder injury felt like a pinprick compared to what you were feeling now. "Sev, please." Your cries broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay - but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.

You watched as his head raised upwards, his back still towards you. "Leave me, now, Y/N." Severus muttered and a trace of venom lingered in his words.

Without another word you left, making a straight beeline for Remus Lupin, wherever he was.

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.7

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Emmy Awards... Y/n is nominated, Callum too...

Warning: Pure joy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/

Y/n's dress:

She made her way on the red carpet with her cast and directors. Photographers were shouting at them. ‘’Y/n, Callum, a kiss!’’ one of them yelled. The couple looked at each other before bringing their face close to each other, only to pull away before their lips could touch, they laughed and kissed rapidly. ‘’Do you guys think Y/n is going to win?’’ another photograph asked. ‘’We hope so!’’ Austin replied, making the woman smile. There they were, the Emmy Awards, Master of the Air as been nominated for a lot of things, one of them being the best supporting actress in a drama show, Y/n was nominated. When the nomination was announced, she couldn’t believe it. Callum was so proud of his girlfriend. ‘’Mr. Hanks, what do you think about Y/n’s nomination?’’ The woman looked at the men she admired when she was younger, he inspired her so much. ‘’I think it’s fully deserved, she worked hard, and I hope her hard work is rewarded’’ He replies. Y/n’s eyes filled with tears; she was touched by his words.

Master of The Air already won 5 awards tonight, it was amazing; but now, it was the time for the best supporting actress in a drama series. Y/n was nervous, she felt like throwing up. ‘’The nominees are Y/n Y/l/n in Master of the Air’’ Y/n blew a kiss to the camera as she watched a little piece of her work on the screen. ‘’You don’t think I care? Every time you go up in the air, I’m terrified that you won’t come back! So, no I don’t understand what it’s like up there, but you don’t know what’s it like here!’’ she yelled. That scene was when she yelled at Bucky. It was an amazing scene. ‘’And the Emmy goes too…’’ Helena Bonham Carter was announcing the winner. Y/n took a deep breath as she, and all her co-stars waited for the results. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n in Master of the Air!’’ She couldn’t believe it, she put a hand in front of her mouth as she looked around her. ‘’You did it, baby!’’ Callum said, hugging her, the rest of the cast joined in the hug. Her first reflex was to take off her shoes, she didn’t want to do a Jennifer Lawrence at the Oscars. She quickly kissed Callum before making her way on the stage, barefoot. She got up, hugged Helena, took her trophy and got closer to the microphone. ‘’Oh my god, uh, hi everyone!’’ she said, tears falling from her eyes. The crowd cheered on her. ‘’Where do I start? Thank you to everyone that voted for me. Uh, I’m losing my words. I want to thank Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman for creating this amazing T.V show. Tom, you’ve always been an inspiration for me, I’m honoured to have had the opportunity to work with you. To all the girls out there, keep going, hard works pays off.’’ She had to stop and take a breath; she was speaking fast. ‘’Uh, to my co-stars; I love you guys so much, thank you for making me feel welcomed and making this experience so fun. To my mum and dad, thank you for always believing in me. Lastly, I want to thank my other half, Callum Turner. You’ve always been there for me, since the beginning of all this, I love you so much, baby, I couldn’t have done this without you, being your love interest has been really fun, and you made me comfortable with the exploration I did with the character, with certain emotions. Thank you for being my rock, I love you. Thank you so much everyone’’ she said, blowing a kiss to Callum, before lifting her trophy into the air. Her co-stars were cheering for her at the top of their lungs, Y/n laughed when she heard them.

‘’The Emmy for the best supporting actor in a drama show goes to… Callum Turner, Master of the Air!’’ Callum was smiling so much. He and his girl both won the same award. Y/n jumped in his arms to hug him. He made his way to the stage, hugged Johnny Depp, took his trophy and got closer to the mic. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, it’s amazing! First of all, I want to thank Tom, Steven and Gary, thank you, God I’m saying the same thing as my girlfriend. Uh, to my co-stars, it’s been a crazy journey, from boot-camp, except for you Barry’’ his comment made the hole cast laugh. ‘’Thank you for supporting me during the process. To my beautiful girlfriend, you’ve been with me since my first movie, we were together ever since. Just like you, I couldn’t have done it without you. Y/n, quit smiling like this, I’m trying to do this without stuttering, you’re making it difficult’’ he said to his girlfriend who had the proudest smile on her lips. ‘’I love you so much. Thank you everyone! Have a goodnight!’’ Callum smiled as he left the stage.

‘’8 wins tonight, congratulations, if we can get back to Y/n, how are you doing, dear?’’ the journalist asked. The ceremony was over, tonight felt like they were ascending to Nirvana. Y/n and Callum were floating on a euphoric cloud. ‘’I’m still overwhelmed at the moment, it just feels really good, having my hard work being rewarded, mine and my boyfriend’s. I try to soak it all in’’ she smiles. Her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. ‘’ And you, Callum?’’ he stopped looking at his girlfriend to answer the question. ‘’It doesn’t feel real, it’s an amazing night and yeah, I can’t wait to celebrate with them’’ he laughed. They got asked other questions, but when they got in the limousine, everyone was looking around. ‘’8 fucking wins!!!!’’ they all yelled at the same time. ‘’I just won an Emmy!!!’’ Y/n said, showing her statue around. The guys started to laugh; it was euphoria. ‘’You both won an Emmy!’’ Barry said, looking at Callum. He took his girl and kissed her passionately, all the joy and the relief were transmitted in that kiss. It was the greatest day of their life!

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

[natspookie]

match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

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New Fear Unlocked (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️swearing⚠️

A/n: i know germany was in the finals but for the sake of this story let’s say it was spain instead. based off this request:

Prompt: in which mapi makes a bad tackle against you in the euro final, ending your tournament and season.

"With Spain playing England in the Euro final, it’s important to talk about both teams. But the real surprise right now is the fact that Spain has actually made it this far. Why? Mapi Leon’s questionable defending."

"The real shock is usual defensive champion, María León’s rocky performance throughout this tournament."

"Spain’s number 16 is going to have to step up during this final or they’ll get crushed by the Lionesses."

"Another thing that needs to be talked about is the relationship between british superstar striker, Y/n Y/l/n who’s been having a great tournament and shockingly questionable María León, who’s given heart attacks to Spanish fans all over the world for her close calls and bad mistakes. Seeing this power couple for barcelona play each other in a final will be interesting."

"María. Get off your phone. You know better." Ona told the older woman in spanish, snatching her phone and plopping it in the defenders bag. "We play the biggest game of our lives in 45 minutes. The last thing you need is that device." Ona added. "I know. I know." Mapi said, pulling out her cleats and putting them on.

"Big game, y/n. How do you feel?" Your captain asked you. You were manspreading on the bench at your cubby, your forearms resting on your thighs, your head hung in thought. "I feel as though I want to make my country proud." You told Leah, looking up at her and smiling. "And…" She added. "And i’m terrified. Of hurting Mapi, of loosing, of making a mistake." You told her. Most of the team had headphones in, but you didn’t listen to music before games. Leah sat down beside you and looked at you. "You have already made your country proud, if we loose, we loose together, if you make a mistake, we have all got your backs. And you and María have been dating for three years, this will not be the end of your relationship. I promise you." Leah said, rubbing a hand up and down your back. "You’re right. You’re right." You said to her. She smiled at you and walked back to her cubby. You were starting today, and so was Mapi. It would be hard, and scary, and you didn’t know what tomorrow would look like.

You walked into the tunnel wearing your England kit and your england jacket. Your hair was in a tight messy bun on the top of your head, and Mapi was standing in line at the same spot you were. You gently reached out and squeezed her hand, she squeezed back and you made sure not to make eye contact with her. Today, she was the opponent, and nothing else.

You knew what the media was saying about your girlfriend, and it made your blood boil. When you talked to Mary Earps about it, she listened, but told you you couldn’t focus on that. She was right.

Soon, the referees started walking and you followed your squad out. You made your way into Wembley, the crowd bringing the most wild atmosphere you had every experienced. You lined up and the spanish national anthem started playing. You stood tall respectfully, it was your girlfriend home country and your clubs country after all. But when the english anthem played, you pushed your shoulders back, lifted your chin, put one hand on your heart and the other one behind your back. You sang, badly, but so was everyone else.

And then… kickoff.

You were a winger, which you thought really annoying for this exact game, because Sarina had put you left wing, and Mapi was right back, which means you’d be clashing throughout the game.

The first 20 minutes were dramatic. The pressure was sky high, the environment was wild, and at least ten fouls for both teams were called. But after that, it calmed down a bit.

The start of the second half was slow, everyone was freaking out, not wanting it to go to penalties. Leah was constantly having to yell at her squad to calm down and breathe. It was as though everything both teams had learned about staying calm and composed went flying out the window. And then, out of nothing, you received the most splendid ball from Keira Walsh. And then you were running, you took one touch, Mapi on one said, Ona Batlle on the other, and lifted the ball over the keeper and into the net.

Wembley went crazy. You ran as fast as you could towards then bench, arms wide, fans screaming, team yelling, atmosphere unmatched.

The kickoff happened three minutes later, and almost right away, England got the ball back and it was sent to Ella Toone. The woman received it perfectly, but then switched it to you. That’s when you felt an ankle collide with yours. You knew immediately something was wrong. Your ankle folded inwards and you yelled, loud enough for the stadium who were mostly holding their breaths to hear. You saw a cleat clear the ball away, and that’s when you saw the initials. Through your agony, even though you were rolling on the floor, crying and holding your ankle. You could see the initials ML on those cleats. The cleats that had just taken you out.

Leah, Ella and Chloe were soon at your side, calling over the medics. "What’s wrong?" Ella asked, crouching beside you. "Is she okay?" You asked a spanish voice say. "Get away from her. Right now." You heard Fran Kirby say. You ignored Mapi and Fran, too focused on the pain in your ankle. "I don’t know. But it’s wrong. Something is wrong." You cried, lying on your back and holding your ankle to your chest. You heard the stadium cheer and could only assume your girlfriend had gotten a yellow. You looked over to confirm your theory. Red.

She hadn’t done it on purpose. You knew that. You weren’t mad. Pained, sad, scared? Yes. Mad? No. You watched Mapi look at you with a look of despair before walking towards the tunnel. The medics were at your side now, touching your ankle and unlacing your cleat. As one of the men tried to take it off, you screamed loudly, putting your fist in your mouth to stay quiet. "It’s broken. For sure." The man whispered to the woman beside him. "Fuck." She muttered, looking at you.

You looked at the faces of your teammates, all of them broken to loose their goalscorer. "No." You cried. "No."

But the medics were waving over a stretcher, and you had pulled your jersey over your face, trying to hide your crying face. You kept it over your face as you got put into the stretcher, you hid your face as Leah whispered reassurance to you, you kept it hidden as the crowd stood up and cheered for you loudly. You kept it hidden as they carried you into the medical room and walked past Mapi, who was sitting against the wall in the entrance, crying almost as loudly as you were.

In the medical room, you had abandoned your shirt, wanting no recollection of the history making game being played only a few steps away from you. And then you heard screaming, but it wasn’t loud. Just loud enough to make it clear that the spaniards were happy. They had leveled the game. You started crying even harder. "We should really get you to a hospital y/n." One of the medics said. "Listen. My team is out there working their asses off to win the euros, and when we do, because we will, i’m going to walk out on that pitch in crutches and celebrate with them. Am I clear?" You told her. She nodded, and got out things to keep your ankle steady.

Mapi, who was now siting in the away locker room, was watching the game on the TV in there. And when Alexia scored, she couldn’t even find it in her to care. She just wanted to go back in time and not have fouled you. She just hoped you would forgive her.

The second your ankle was wrapped up and put in a boot, you stood up and used crutches to make your way back into the pitch. When you walked out, people went wild again, you smiled slightly, trying to seem brave through your surely puffy eyes. Sarina and some players walked up too you. Hugging you and congratulating you on your goal. You told them it was broken and your club season was over, they looked almost as sad as you did. It was only three minutes later that Chloe Kelly found the back of the net. She took off her shirt and ran around the stadium as you pumped your fists in the air, staying seated and yelling.

And then it was all over.

The spaniards fell to the ground, some of the lionesses did too, but for different reasons. You went as quickly as you could onto the pitch, but your crutches were bringing you nowhere.

You were angry, angry not at Mapi but at the media for making her feel as though she had something to prove, for messing with her mind. You saw Lucy Bronze run up to you. You stopped in your tracks and let your crutches fall, balancing on one foot and ignoring the pain in the broken one. She wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and letting you wrap your legs around her waist. You hugged her and cried, she did too, and then she put you on her back and carried you to the rest of the girls who started screaming and jumping and crying at the sight of you. The team, the managers, every person that made the lionesses, the lionesses came into a big group hug, while still being mindful of your ankle.

It was when people started going to find their families and friends in the crowd that Millie sat you down in the middle of the field, asked if you were okay and then left to find her boyfriend that it sunk in. That everything sunk in. That England were european champions, that you had scored in a euro final, that you’re ankle was broken because of the love of your life, and that the only person you wanted to see was crying by herself in the away locker room. You didn’t have anyone else. Your family was on the pitch, in barcelona, and on the opposite team. Your parents were deadbeat, all your friends were football players, and you have never felt this emotion before. The crossover between feeling lost, and feeling pure and utter joy.

The trophy lift was unreal, the smiles on people’s faces, unmatched. But when fans started leaving, and England made their way into the changing rooms, you parted from the group with Sarinas permission. You made your way instead to the Spanish locker room. The whole corridor was silent, and what broke the silence was your first rapping against the door. Aitana Bonmati, another one of your Barcelona teammates opened the door. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were wet, and at the sight of her you started crying as well. And not the happy tears from the trophy lift. "I’m sorry." You hiccuped. Aitana abandoned the door and hugged you tightly, mindful of your crutches. "It’s okay darling. Shh." She said lovingly. You felt bad for having her comfort you. You pulled away and saw the spanish team in the changing room, the head coach looked like he didn’t want you there at all, and in all honesty, you were scared of him. Mapi was nowhere to be seen. "I need to talk to María." You told Aitana.

She nodded stiffly and walked into the bathroom connected to the changing room. A minute later, Mapi walked out. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, she was shaking and she couldn’t look at you. She walked into the hallway and stood in the middle of the corridor. You closed the changing room door, struggling a little. "I’m so-" Mapi started saying. "Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. You made… a bad tackle. Yes. But you would have never, ever done that if it wasn’t for the media and what people were saying. They got to you. And I hate that. I hate it." You said, sniffling and playing with the medal around your neck.

Mapi looked up and you, her lower lip shaking. "Really? You’re not breaking up with me?" Mapi said.

You looked at her sadly. "Put your back against the wall." You told her.

She raised her eyebrows, using her tattooed palm to wipe away her teary cheeks. She didn’t argue though, placing her back on the wall and looking at you in confusion. You used your crutches to walk over to her, placing yourself in front of her. Balancing on one foot, you took both crutches and leaned them against the wall beside Mapi. You put your hands on her stomach, feeling her rock hard abs. And then you kissed her. You kissed her to tell her you loved her, and you forgave her, and you were sorry Spain lost. And she kissed you to tell you she loved you, she was sorry for injuring you, and she was so proud you had won.

Because after all, it was always going to be Mapi and Y/N, Y/N and Mapi.

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RADIO SILENCE ,, chap 05 — hoodie

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

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you passed beomgyu on the hallway, sending him a small smile. he did the same and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“i saw the concept photos! can’t wait to see the whole thing, good job!” he grinned.

“awh, thank you!” you smiled wildly. beomgyu waved and went his way, wondering why you’re heading towards enhypen’s practice room. yours was other way around…? he scratched that and happily hummed, wondering what’s for dinner. you, on the other hand, arrived in no time at the destination, pushing the door open with force.

“finally” sunghoon’s voice was quiet yet his annoyance spoke volumes.

“i’m literally like, two minutes late. i was taking to beomgyu” you grunted, stepping close enough to hear him but far away so even if he reached out his hand, he wouldn’t touch you.

“okay, and…?” sunghoon rose an eyebrow and looked at you “oh”

you frowned, crossing your arms and the hoodie in your hands.

“what do you mean ‘oh’? i took it off–“ you started, waving the piece of cloth around

“you look like shit” he scoffed. you froze, poking the inside of your cheek. right, you took your makeup

“thanks. comeback is a thing, you know?” you grunted “and you should seriously pick your words better for someone who wants his hoodie back”

“no but seriously, you look like you got up from the dead” sunghoon teased, taking a step closer. there was a glint of worry in his eyes though and maybe if not the tiredness in your body, you’d notice it.

“dude, shut up” you hissed, throwing the hoodie at him aggressively.

“easy, angel. take it as an advice. poor staff might get scared if they see you like this in the hallway” he chuckled and you both froze after realising what he said.

“angel, huh?” you scoffed, a painful pang in your heart.

“y/n, i–“ sunghoon trailed off, unsure what to say. silence fell between you two, you could swear he’s able to hear your heartbeat

“i’ll get going. i need to go to the gym later” you mumbled, turning around.

you were about to exit the room when sunghoon awkwardly cleared his throat

“yah, y/n” he called, causing you to stop. you looked over your shoulder at him “your… i saw the photos. you look… cool, i guess. nice concept…”

he trailed off, tips of his ears growing red. a shy smile painted on your lips, covered by your shoulder. you shook your head and as you left, you hummed a quiet ‘thank you’. when the door closed, sunghoon looked at the blue hoodie you just gave him.

hesitantly he brung it closer to his face, taking a sniff. it smelled like you.

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Hi! I just saw your recent dazai x reader post and saw that the request is open soooo I want to request something.

Uhh if by any chance you know Tokyo revengers could you do Reader as Emma Sano? Dazai as Draken and Ranpo as Mikey like the scenario takes place during the prison arc and the vampire thingy and during that time Reader died the same way Emma Sano died and she was killed by Fukuchi in order to weaken the ADA and Dazai was informed by Ango about her death , you know just some good ol angst ehehehehe. I hope this request somehow makes sense and Thank you in advance! 🥰(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Last Soul

Summary: They swear as they see, she will be the last soul they will sacrifice for the battle. Dazai x Fem!Reader ft Ranpo's SisterMasterlist Tysm for the request! I have watched tr a little and I mainly surfed the web, Hope this doesn't disappoint you, I tried to co-relate both the scenarios as close as possible! Hope this fulfill your request

Atsushi and Y/N were on the way escaping Fukuchi, Akutagawa helped them escape, but on a cost of what? His life.

Everything was spinning and going to fast. They merely escaped the attacks by Fukuchi. Y/N couldn't help out much except for the fact she didn't contribute much of defense and combat skills.

She was didn't own any ability, just like her brother Ranpo, who was too denial to say he didn't own one too.

They were running through the forest with Poe's book in hand which had her brother trapped.

This was going to much for her, she wanted to live normally for god sake.

It happened so fast.

One moment she was beside Atsushi running away, and the next moment her body lied on the ground beside where Atsushi stood.

She was injured by Fukuchi's sword.

It came ripping through the thin air, and before either of those two could react, the sword pierced through her body and Y/N could react nothing but cough blood as she fell down in the pool of blood that was hers.

Ranpo didn't know what to say

He came out of the book solving the mystery to see his sister, lying on the ground as Atsushi stood still. He caught the light of the sword that reflected in his eyes, knowing damn well what had happened. He dropped on his knees as his body weakened to see his sister's body on the ground.

"Atsushi What happened...?"

"I AM SORRY RANPO-SAN THE SWORD JUS-JUST CAME THROUG-GH AND-D"

"ATSUSHI PICK HER UP WE NEED TO REACH YOSANO......DONT WORRY Y/N"

Ranpo was beyond angry.

Y/N seemed to gain conciseness when they reached near the base, and Ranpo was relieved a little, but his happiness didn't seemed to last long as she took her last breathe almost saying 'take care' right at the entrance, smiling.

Silence.

That was what could they all hear. Eyes diluting, tears streaming down as a silence scream escaped Ranpo, as he stared at his sister, who's soul completely slipped her body, which now was dropped on the ground, where Atsushi regained his human form.

" Tell me this a sick joke you pull Y/N, You know Dazai Loves you back right? Y/N-" Ranpo said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Y/N please, wake up you wanted to start a family right? With Dazai, and you even thought so far on picking the colours of the walls for your kid, Please Y/N, you cant throw away all of this you cant-" Ranpo's voice cracked, as he held his sister's body in denial.

Atsushi could only place a hand on ranpo's shoulder as a sign of comfort, unsure of the next motive of either parties.

Ango, Who watched the scene unfold, didn't say much but still shed a tear, knowing well he had to be professional in the battlefield.

Now the problem for Ango was, to convey this message to Dazai.

As the usual time passed, Ango sat once again to decode and code the messages between him and Dazai

Sending the coded Message to Dazai, Ango could only hope that this doesn't change the direction of the war.

Dazai didn't know how to react.

Y/N L/N was dead. The Y/N who he spent time with, who actually cared for him other than his late friend Odasaku , and The Y/N who he never confessed his love to.

"Say Dazai, didn't you hear it yet?" Fyodor smiled, who sat across him in another cube smiling wickedly seeing his enemy in denial.

"If this didn't exist, I would have made sure you didn't see another day" Dazai announced as his head slowly raised up and you could see the maniac beast he held close rise up, little by little just like it had when he made his first kill.

"I will make sure you pay the prize of this act Fyodor Dostoevsky, she will be the last soul sacrificed for this battle."

Help i went through my notes the other day for this request and

Welcome Dazai Sazai

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒

paring: alexia putellas x reader

summary: a halloween media day with a twist

warnings: a quick make out at the end but other than that its just pure fluff and the occasional swear word

word count: 3.4k

a/n: i almost got carried away and made the ending full blown smut but i think i'll save that for another day 

woso masterlist

Today was media day. You were currently standing to the side with Alexia beside you as the two of you watched everyone get everything ready.

The camera crew was scattered all over the place, making sure the lights were right, the camera was at a good angle and so on.

Someone from the crew came over to the two of you and shyly held up two microphones for you both to put on.

You took both the microphones from the lady with a smile and handed one to Alexia whilst you put your one on.

What you didn’t notice, whilst you were putting on your mic, your shirt had ridden up a little and Alexia couldn’t help the shameful thoughts that flooded her brain.

As your shirt lifted, Alexia was just able to see the lower part of your abdomen, blushing profusely; she couldn't even begin to try and steer her eyes away from you.

You wouldn't want anyone else, other than Alexia, for you to do Media day with. She just made everything easier and she always managed to bring out the best side of you.

You were notoriously known as the jokester on the team but it was everyone else's turn to say the jokes when you were with Alexia. The two of you being dumped with the ‘power couple’ title even though you were only friends.

That's it. Just friends. Nothing more. Never.  

But how you wished that would change.

“You okay?” You asked, noticing Alexia’s changed demeanour.

“Sí.” Alexia replied with a small nod.

“You ready to lose?” You teased, bumping your shoulder into hers.

“You’re going down, y/l/n.” Alexia smiled.

“Oh? It's like that, is it? We’re on last name basis now?”

“It's like that.”

“Oh, it’s on Putellas.”

When the crew was ready, they beckoned you over. They directed you to the seat on the right, whilst Alexia sat beside you on the left. The two of you were sitting behind a table, full of items for the video you were filming.

After the general overview of what you had to do and everything double checked over, a crew member gave you a thumbs up to signal that the camera was recording.

“Bonjour.” You smiled, looking at Alexia who shook her head with a smile. “I’m Alexia Putellas.”

“And I'm y/n y/l/n.” Alexia played along.

“Today we are doing a series of different challenges all having to do with halloween.”

“Now try and say that in spanish.” Alexia chuckled.

“Um, Hola?” You questioned.

“Spot on.” Alexia smiled, trying not to laugh.

“Right,” you laughed, “the first challenge is a timed one.” You ‘ooh’d’ for dramatic effect causing Alexia to look at you weirdly but you shrugged her off with a goofy grin.

“Who’s going first?” Alexia asked.

“Calm down, I haven't even said what the challenge is yet.”

“What is it?”

“Um, I don't actually know, hold on.” You nervously scratched the back of your neck as you looked around the table, trying to find a card that had all the challenges on it. “Ah, found it.” You grinned, holding up the card.

You quickly scanned over what was written down before placing it back on the table.

“So, seeing as we aren’t dressed appropriately, we have to get into the proper attire.”

“Oh god.” Alexia mumbled, putting her head in her hands.

“We have been given some costumes to get into and whoever does so in the shortest time will win.”

“What are the costumes like?”

“No idea.” You shrugged with a smile. “You ready to lose, Putellas?”

“It’s on, y/l/n.”

The two of you got into your positions and the camera panned to you both. You were now standing with your costume in front of you, hidden away in a bag and the same went for Alexia.

Someone from the camera crew gave you a countdown which neither of you listened to, meaning you essentially cheated, and put on your costumes as quickly as possible.

When you took your costume out of the bag the first thought that came to mind was that you’ve been stitched up. You looked to your left and saw Alexia hastily putting her costume on.

Huffing to yourself you took the costume out of your bag and began to put it on. It wasn't long before you were both finished. You turned to face Alexia again and the midfielder was curled in a ball on the floor dying with laughter.

“I’m a fucking banana.” You said, raising your arms in disbelief. “How am I a banana when Alexia is a vampire? That's not fair!”

“This is great.” Alexia laughed, making no attempt to stop.

“This is not even remotely halloween like.” You huffed. “I could be dressed as a pumpkin, not a shoddy banana.”

“Careful, y/n. Your inner Brit is showing.” Alexia chuckled as she got up off the floor, holding her stomach from laughing too much.

“Shut up.” You mumbled.

“Wait, who won?” Alexia asked as she looked between you and the camera crew.

“That would be you, Alexia.” Someone said.

“Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.” You said. “I dress up as a banana and don't even win.”

Whilst alexia was too busy celebrating her win in the first challenge she missed the way you looked at her. She looked so carefree and you couldn't help but smile, watching as she danced on the spot.

“I must say, your dancing could use a little improvement.” You chuckled causing Alexia to stop. “Hey, no. Don't stop on my account, I thought it was cute.”

Alexia couldn't help the blush that creeped up the back of her neck to the tips of her ears, trying to shield her face from you making you laugh even more. You placed an arm around her shoulders as the two of you walked back to the table.

Once you both sat back down you picked up the card which had the list of things to do on it. You looked at Alexia, silently asking if she was ready and she sent a nod with a smile back at you.

“Right, next up we have a painting challenge.”

“Oh, mierda.”

“A face paint challenge.”

“This is only going to go one way.”

“And that’s tits up.” You chuckled. “You better make me look sexy, even though I already am.”

“Keep thinking that.” Alexia smiled as she got her face paint ready.

“Wha- Hey!”

“Can I do you first?”

“Whoa, take me out for dinner first.” You smirked as you saw a crimson colour appear on Alexia's cheeks.

“I mean, can I paint your face first?”

“You sure can.”

“Alright, close your eyes.” Alexia said quietly and you did as you were told.

Alexia tried to shuffle her chair closer but she was struggling a little, trying not to knock the paint all over the floor so you slowly opened your eyes to look at Alexia’s chair before using one hand to pull her closer whilst the other held the face paint.

You sent Alexia a smile before closing your eyes again, waiting for her to do whatever design on your face.

The two of you sat so closely that one of your legs was in between Alexia’s whilst the other was on the outside, meaning Alexia had her leg between yours too. If either of you moved, you’d practically be sitting on top of one another.

You felt Alexia gently take a hold of your face whilst soft brush strokes were made. The Catelonian held your chin, moving your face for better access.

Alexia was concentrating so hard she didn't notice you had opened your eyes a little, watching as her eyes darted around your face or the way her tongue poked out of her mouth a tiny bit.

“Boo.” You shouted, breaking Alexia’s concentration for her to let out a loud scream.

“Dios mío, pequeña mierda.” Alexia shouted as she jumped away from you, an angry look in her eyes.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, “you looked too concentrated.”

“I hate you.” Alexia mumbled, holding a hand over her heart.

“Mhm, sure you do.” You smirked. “Come sit back down.”

Alexia took a minute to recompose herself before she sat in front of you once again.

“Don't do that again.” Alexia said, pointing the paint brush towards you.

“Yes ma’am.” You said as you held your hands up in surrender.

“Close your eyes.” Alexia said, shaking her head as she let a little smile slip past her lips.

It wasn’t long till Alexia had finished painting your face and she couldn't help but let out a triumphant smile at her finished product. You decided not to look at it just yet as you wanted to paint Alexia’s face.

“Your turn,” you smiled, “close your eyes.”

Alexia nodded as she closed her eyes and you couldn't help but notice how ethereal she looked. How her face was as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves.

Doing the same as what Alexia had done to you, you gently placed your forefinger and thumb on Alexia’s chin, tilting her head down a little.

With your other hand you picked up the paintbrush and dipped it into some red paint. You gently drew a scar above her eyebrow before pulling away, happy with your work and you were about to say you were finished before an ingenious idea came to mind.

You washed off the red paint on the brush before dipping it into some black paint. You carefully drew some circular glasses onto Alexia’s face before letting out a little snort at your finished product.

Saying Alexia could open her eyes, she did so and you had to cover your mouth with your hand trying to stop yourself from laughing.

“What have you done?”

“Have a look for yourself.” You chuckled, handing Alexia a mirror.

“Y/n! What the hell is this!”

“You're Harry Potter!”

“Oh my.”

“Well, what am I?” You questioned and Alexia handed you back the mirror.

“A pumpkin!” Alexia said happily, her smile reaching her ears.

“I’m a pumpkin wearing a banana.” You deadpanned, turning to face Alexia, whose expression changed thinking you weren’t happy.

“Yeah, I thought it was cool.” Alexia said, looking down and playing with her fingers that laid on her lap.

“It's great.” You smiled, noticing how her mood had gone down. “I must be the best looking pumpkin in the whole universe.”

“Oh, for sure.” Alexia said, sarcastically as she looked up with a smile.

“I definitely won this challenge.” You said smugly.

“No way!” Alexia shook her head, the two of you looking at the people behind the camera.

“I think, y/n will have to take this one.” Someone said.

“Yes!” You yelled triumphantly, jumping out of your seat.

“There is no way y/n won this round.” Alexia huffed, crossing her arms in disbelief.

“Don’t be a sore loser, la reina.” You teased, sitting back down.

“Don’t call me that.” Alexia mumbled, sounding like a small child.

“Alright, what about mi reina?” You smirked, watching as Alexia’s eyes went wide as well as the blush that crept onto her cheeks.

“What's the next challenge?” Alexia asked, trying to change the subject and ignore the fluttering feeling inside.

“The third and final round is..” You trailed off looking at the challenge card. “A pumpkin carving challenge.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Just make sure not to mix my face up with a real pumpkin.” You chuckled.

“I’ll try, you look like a replica even without the face paint on.”

“Oh, it's like that is it? You trash talking me?”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Do you want me to do something about it?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side a little.

“Let’s do the next challenge.” Alexia said quietly, transfixed on how your voice sounded, sending shivers down her spine.

“First up we obviously need pumpkins.” You pointed out.

“No? Really?” Alexia asked sarcastically.

“Yes, Sergeant sarcastic.”

“Alright, Captain obvious.”

“Wait, is this my pumpkin?” You asked, looking at the small orange blob in front of you.

“It's cute.” Alexia giggled.

“Hold on a minute.” You said, looking between Alexia’s pumpkin and yours. “I’ve been stitched up here.”

“How come?”

“Look at the size of your pumpkin compared to mine. It's huge.”

“That's what she said.” Alexia whispered.

“Did you just say what I think you did?”

“You might have some hearing problems.”

“Uh huh.” You looked at Alexia with a smile.

“Yeah, you should get that checked out.” Alexia smiled and you shook your head trying not to laugh.

“Anyway, we have thirty minutes to carve our pumpkin and whoever is the best will be crowned something but I don't know what that something is yet.”

“Countdown from three?”

“Three-” Before you even finished the word Alexia had already started with a chuckle, getting all her things and beginning to carve the pumpkin.

Due to the miniscule pumpkin in front of you it didn't take long for you to take out all the pulp from inside.

You took a hold of a sharpie and began to draw your design all around your pumpkin, once you were happy with your base line you used a small knife to cut out certain parts.

Being extra careful, you didn’t take your eye’s off your pumpkin till you heard Alexia grunt, trying to scoop out all the pulp from inside her pumpkin.

You looked between your pumpkin, which was nearly done, and Alexia’s before putting down your knife and taking a hold of Alexia’s pumpkin. With a look of confusion, Alexia watched as you helped take out the pulp from her pumpkin.

It was a wordless interaction and Alexia watched your every move from your arm flexing to the way your veins crawled from your hand and up your arm.

You, completely oblivious to the way Alexia looked at you, continued to take the pulp out of Alexia’s pumpkin till it was empty. You slid Alexia’s pumpkin back towards her and continued on with your design.

It wasn’t long till you finished up your pumpkin and all you were doing was watching Alexia finish off her design. Once Alexia finally finished she looked up from her pumpkin and at you with a grin plastered on her face.

“Happy?” You asked, smiling at the Catalonian’s reaction.

“Sí.” Alexia nodded her head.

“Turn them around in three?” You suggested, gesturing to the pumpkins.

“Three, two, one..” Alexia counted and when she said one the two of you turned your pumpkins around to show each other.

You had the traditional pumpkin design on yours whereas Alexia went all out on hers. Your tiny little pumpkin was severely outdone by Alexia and you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at your lack of effort.

“I think we know who won this round.” You huffed out a laugh and pointed to Alexia’s pumpkin.

“Really?” Alexia questioned, practically bouncing up and down on her seat.

“Yeah.” You smiled, looking at her with nothing but pure affection.

You realised you were staring but you just couldn't take your eyes off her and you didn’t want to either.

“What?” Alexia questioned, quickly catching on that you were looking at her.

“Nothing.” You shook your head with a dumb smile written across your face.

The two of you finished up the video and after crowning Alexia the halloween challenge queen you both said the outro and someone from the camera crew yelled ‘cut’.

You stood up and walked over to the camera crew, taking off your banana costume and mic before turning to Alexia who was doing the same thing.

The camera crew handed you some things to remove the face paint and you waited for Alexia before walking to a bathroom.

Once the two of you were inside, Alexia shut the door after her whilst you placed everything down by the sink.

Sharing the items between the two of you, you both began to clear the face paint from your faces. Alexia was done in a matter of minutes but you, however, were struggling to clear it all off.

“You’ve missed a couple spots.” Alexia chuckled, pointing to the small parts of face paint remaining on your face.

“It just won't come off.” You laughed along.

“Here, let me help.” Alexia said, taking the wipe from your hand, going to stand in front of you.

Alexia gently placed her hand under your chin to manoeuvre your head so she was able to get all the face paint off you.

Once Alexia was done she stepped back from you a little but you were still in close proximity.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“No problem.” Alexia replied in a hushed tone, her breath fanning over your lips and the both of your chests rising up and down in tandem.

Neither of you moved, trying to resist the urge to do something you’d probably both regret.

“I really want to kiss you.” Alexia whispered, her lips ghosting yours.

“Then do it.” You replied.

Alexia slowly leaned in, her lips millimetres away from touching yours, silently asking if you were sure about this. The corner of your lips curved upwards as you tilted your head to the side, your lips ever so close to touching Alexia’s in front of you.

“Come on,” you said, “kiss me.”

Alexia moved in closer, her gaze fell to your lips before pressing her lips onto yours. Your hands went to cup Alexia’s cheeks whilst hers gripped onto the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, tugging you closer.

Lost in the passionate kiss everything around you started to slip away. Totally lost in the moment.

You felt Alexia slide her tongue across your bottom lip but you didn't grant her access, causing her to let out a small huff between kisses.

You chuckled before walking her backwards till her back hit the cold material of the counter. A soft gasp left her lips and you slid your tongue into her mouth, exploring every bit you could.

Alexia moved her hands from fisting your shirt up to your shoulders and you slowly moved yours down from her cheeks to rest your right hand on her waist and your left supporting you on the counter.

Alexia was trapped between you and the counter behind her, her mind fogged with thoughts of you.

Gently, you lifted Alexia onto the counter leading her to wrap her legs around your waist pulling you impossibly closer.

You trailed your kisses from Alexia’s lips and down to her neck. The Catalonian grinning as a soft hum escaped her lips.

Smirking, you felt Alexia shiver under your touch once you nipped at her pulse point, just below her ear.

Alexia craned her neck to the side so you could continue to kiss her warm, smooth skin, making Alexia sigh in content.

You pressed feather-like kisses up her neck, over her jaw and placed one more kiss on Alexia’s lips before finally pulling away to look at her.

“Why’d you stop?” Alexia questioned, trying to bring you back in for another kiss.

“Because I want to take you out before anything goes further.” You smiled, giving in and giving Alexia another kiss. “I want to do this properly.”

Alexia’s heart practically exploded, butterflies swarming her stomach.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, I really like you.”

“I like you too, so much.”

“How about a date tomorrow? If you're free?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay.” You smiled, bringing Alexia into another quick kiss, one full of tenderness and care.

“I can't wait.”

The two of you rested your foreheads against each other, basking in the tranquillity that surrounded the both of you.

“You still have some face paint on your cheek.” Alexia chuckled, licking her thumb before wiping it off.

“Anywhere else?” You questioned with a smile.

“Oh yeah, just right here..” Alexia trailed off as she placed a kiss on your cheek.

“I think you missed a spot.” You said, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Did I?”

“Mhm.”

“How foolish of me.” Alexia grinned, leaning in once more and planting a kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet, leaving you both smiling like little kids at christmas.

It was safe to say, the two of you weren't in any rush to be getting out of the bathroom. Kisses after kisses leading you both to become more infatuated with each other.

if this was the result of media day, you could wait for more ones like it.

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NOOOOOOOO I LOST THE AU I WROTE FOR YOU 😭😭😭 I LITERALLY SENT IT AND TUMBLR SAID "NETWORK ERROR". L FOR THE WIFI. L. Not cool I'm literally crying I thought that AU was genius. It was a Teacher!Buggy AU with Crocomom and Dadhawk. + Shanks co-parenting Luffy with Crocodile. That note was so long I literally spent like 45 mins writing it here on your ask and it was just. Gone. Or I think it did. Why does life hate me. I'm just gonna be brief with this cuz I still think it's golden lmao. Croco and Mihawk work long hours so their kids (Luffy, Zoro, Perona) have to wait for a few hours until they're picked up by their parents. The school doesn't have school buses bc I said so (no I am not cruel it's just out of my budget /j). So Buggy takes the responsibility to keep them comfortable and entertained while they wait. Croco and Mihawk meeting this charming (and clown looking) blue-haired guy and they start courting him. Shanks gets dragged in on the courting bc of Luffy. Also he was already courting Buggy. I didn't write their process of courting I basically skipped and went,, their wedding will take part in a Goth castle. And the design are all sunshine and rainbows (literally). Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Vivi, Zoro and Luffy being in a class along with other kids. Franky, Robin, Jinbei and Brook are in higher classes. Chopper is atom. Not here in the world yet. Perona is like, 2-3yrs older than her brothers so. Yeah *awkwardly shuffles* (I love perona I swear-). Implied Zosan. Some rando: but you didn't imply shi— Me: Shhh I did. *gaslighting*. Law is also there in the classroom with lower grade strawhats. He's suffering. He only attends 3 days a week tho, he's mostly homeschooled bc of his sickness. He's homeschooled by Cora. (You can pry Law and Cora from my cold dead hands. You can separate them when I dissolve into ashes). Don't worry as he gets older his sickness is cured. Ofc he's cured by Cora. He's saved by Cora in every universe. In every AU. Every Era. Every life they will ever live. I will die on that hill– *applies the nobody dies/everyone lives tag on this AU* let my babies be happy pls. Let my man Cora live and travel the world with this emo boy (Law). Doffy isn't real, he can't hurt anyone. Ace is there. Sabo is there. Every One Piece character is out there somewhere. They're like hidden stones and you have 0.02% of finding them. I thought I was just making a Teacher!Buggy AU but then it turns into a Modern!AU for everyone. Let's gooooo. Sora divorces with Judge and remarry with Zeff so now Sanji lives with all his brothers and his sister. They get separate classrooms tho, and reiju is perona's age so she's besties with her. (I do not play by canon's rules with ages bc i live in my own world) They both tease their brothers (Sanji and Zoro) about their crushes on each other. The heart crew is there. Bepo is a dog, a very fluffy one. Kuina is alive. Kaya is there, same classroom with Usopp. I have no idea how to continue this lmao, but I do hope you find this interesting bc Buggy is 100% great with kids and probably teaches well bc he is a big nerd and makes lessons interesting. (Also, the whole reason why I wrote this instead of letting the idea slip through my mind like the others is bc the image of two goth men courting a clown looking mf was funny to me. So here we are lmao. The way I wrote this makes Shanks look like he's the person they let into their open relationship twice lol I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's really sad, I really like this idea (though I see Shanks and Buggy more as siblings, but I understand the idea of Shuggy) It's fine that this became about so many people, I really like this.

Teacher!Buggy sounds so cool, you know that he's the flashiest and maybe one of the craziness of the things he'll do to get his students good things that will boost their learning. He knows that every kid might not have the same learning paths as others.

How many classes does this man teach? Who knows, too many for how much he gets paid. All teachers needs to get paid more.

I would think Jinbei and Brook being other fun teachers in the school, like Tom could be as well!

I really like this idea, and the imagine of two gothic men trying to court a clown-looking mf is really funny to me as well.

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hi love can I request some angst with a happy ending. singer y/n and matty being official but y/n is having some trouble with her reputation lately (inspired by the whole taylor & kanye beef) so she tries to breakup with matty in order to protect him and not drag him anymore (saying he deserves better or something like that) so she booked a flight and goes back to her hometown but then our sweet lover boy matty chases her then one day he knocks at her door and they talk it out ;* I really need some angsty happy ending rn thank you my love!

A/N: Okay I loved this is I decided to turn it into a proper oneshot, thank you anon!! Fair warning: I'm not fully sure what happened between Taylor and Kanye but I know he accused her of not deserving an award so that's what I went with in this fic! Sorry if that wasn't what you meant!!

Warnings: angst, swearing, very sad shenanigans ensue

Reputation

"Y/n Y/l/n is currently in some hot water with pop music fans as she is accused of robbing other artists of Artist of the Year award. Y/l/n may have won multiple awards this year, but did she really deserve them?"

"Music sensation Y/n Y/l/n is a talented artist, fans agree, but it looks like her time in the industry could be limited as other artists express their upset at her recent win - could her rockstar boyfriend Matty Healy be the real reason for her success?"

"Brit award and Grammy holder Y/m Y/l/n slammed for her recent success this award season as she is called 'undeserving and untalented'. Her boyfriend, frontman of the global phenomenon The 1975, is yet to speak on the issue after being accused of helping her to acquire her fanbase."

You shut your laptop with a slam before you could delve any deeper into the comments being made about you online. You had been ecstatic with your recent win, and as Matty had also won an award the same night, you two felt invincible. That was until you began to be talked about negatively following your win, and you started to doubt how deserving of it you were. You started to believe what was being said about you online. That out of the hugely talented list of nominees, you were the least exciting. You started asking yourself if the only reason your fanbase had expanded was because of Matty. You wondered if you would lose fans in the event of a breakup.

It only took a few hours for the tabloids to bring Matty into the situation. They accused him of writing all your songs for you. Of course you had collaborated with him in the past, but you had credited him as a co-writer. The rest of your discography was your own. Matty was accused of begging Jamie to sign you at Dirty Hit, but of course you had been signed due to your musical talent and songwriting ability. In fact, you hadn't even known Matty before you were publicly represented by the label. Nevertheless, you could see you boyfriend beginning to be dragged down by the accusations made against you. You knew you couldn't let it happen. He had built such a successful music career for himself, and you couldn't be the reason he lost respect in the industry. It was going to hurt, but you knew what you had to do.

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You had booked yourself on the first flight back to your hometown and told your parents you were coming to stay. Your stuff was packed up in boxes, ready to be transported back home, while your essentials were in a suitcase by the door. You sat anxiously on the sofa waiting for Matty to arrive home from the studio. When he did, you could hear him ranting from the second he opened the door. "Babe! Have you seen what those fuckers at The Sun have said now? This is bullshit!" He didn't get much further before spotting your suitcase. "What's this? What are you -" "Matty, I'm sorry?" "What are you talking about? Tell me what's going on!" "I never wanted you to be dragged into this. My reputation is ruined. It's only a matter of time before the label drops me." "That's bullshit babe, and you know it! Jamie loves you like family, he's gonna get you through this." Matty took your hand. "Please don't listen to what the press is saying, babe. You deserved those awards. And you have never lied about writing your own music. Now will you please tell me what's happening?" "I'm leaving, Matty. I'm going home." "That's ok baby, you just need a break. How long will you be gone?" You just shook your head at him, a tear falling down you face. You couldn't say it. "Darling, please, what are you saying?" "We need to break up, Matty. I need to protect you from this. You deserve so much more than me. More than the person who's ruining your image over a stupid fucking award."

Matty's face fell immediately. His eyes filled with tears and you could barely look at him knowing the hurt you had caused him. "I'm sorry," you whispered, and turned to leave. "No. Absolutely not." Matty caught you hand and pulled you to him. "You can't leave, not after everything we've been through. I love you. I need you." "I love you too, Matty. More than anything in the world. That's why I have to go. You love your music, and I can't let you be dragged down by my reputation anymore. We can't be together. We just can't."

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As you lay in bed in your rented apartment near your hometown, your mind wandered to the look on Matty's face when you walked out on him three months earlier. He cried when you left, you could hear him sobbing behind you as you walked out the door. You had seen him cry before, but never like that, and it scared you. Maybe that's why you were so quick to leave. You didn't want to see the damage you had caused.

The comments online and the seemingly never-ending news articles had died down, of course. Not even a week later, some actor you had never heard of said something problematic and you were left alone. As for the public, they began to see sense and you had received hundred of comments on your social media saying things along the lines of "We support you Y/n!" or "We all know you deserve every bit of success." It was encouraging, but you felt you weren't ready to return to the studio yet. More than that, you weren't ready to return to the label and potentially face Matty.

It must have been one in the morning when you were awakened by frantic knocking on your door. Startled, you jumped out of bed and ran to the door. You opened the door a crack, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw who it was. Matty Healy, with his curls tousled by the wind, tearstains on his cheeks and a tiredness in his eyes you had only seen when he returned from a tour. He must have gotten off a flight and come straight to you. You swung the door open and he tensed up when he saw the worried look on your face.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Is everyone ok?" "Everyone's fine, darling. Except me." "What? What happened?" "You. You happened. I can't be alone anymore love, I just can't. I need you back home with me." "Matty, you know I can't do that." "And why the hell not? All that stuff with the press cleared up after you left me." "And what if it starts back up again? I can't let you be dragged down by me again." Matty took your face in his hands. "Listen to me darling, please. I simply can't be away from you any longer. I have never loved someone like I love you. I don't care what those fuckers on the internet have to say about me. I would have my reputation ruined a thousand times for you. I would do anything for you, I would die for you. You know that. So why won't you come home and be with me?"

You couldn't stay away from him for a moment longer either. You threw yourself into his arms and started to cry into his chest, his fingers running through your hair to soothe you. He was whispering between pressing kisses to your head. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was comforting. Matty picked you up with ease and you threw your legs around his waist, still crying. He shut the door behind him and walked you over to the sofa, where he stayed with you, holding you tightly in his arms until you had calmed down. "There, angel. You're ok." "I'm sorry, Matty. I didn't know I had upset you so much." "Of course you did, babe. How could you ever think I would be better off without you?" You almost started crying again, overcome with guilt, but Matty took you in his arms again. "Don't cry, sweet girl. It's ok, I'm not upset anymore. But I don't give a shit about what's being said about me online, as long as I have my best girl with me." He wiped away your tears and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, the first in months. "I wanted to go back, I really did," you assured Matty. "But I thought you would have forgotten about me and moved on. And I definitely thought you stopped loving me." Matty's heart sank at your small voice and he mentally kicked himself for not calling you more times after you moved away. He kissed your cheek reassuringly and brushed your hair behind your ear, before pulling your closer and speaking in a low tone into your ear.

"I could never forget you, angel. And I have never stopped loving you."

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.8

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: A bad joke is made about Y/n and Callum won't stand for it.

Warning: Joe Koy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of being naked

Word count: 1.1k

Yn's outfit:

Award season was going well, she won an Emmy and now she was nominated for a Golden Globes for Best Performance by a Female Action in a Drama series. Unlike the Emmy’s, she was now nominated as if she was a main character, and it was amazing. The cast walked on the red carpet, again, getting yelled at by photographers. ‘’Good luck tonight, Y/n, I hope you win!’’ one yelled. It made the woman smile. ‘’Boys how does it feel to work with this amazing woman’’ without saying a word, they all start to kneel, to pay their respect to her. ‘’Oh my god’’ Y/n laughs. She takes a pose for the photographers and the boys get up. ‘’I love you guys’’ she says to her co-stars.

They didn’t know who the presenter was, so Y/n had to google him, but at the same time, Florence Pugh came to the table and asked for a photo with her. Her phone was towards the camera, her google research was exposed. But the ceremony started, Y/n was nervous, she was against really good actress, like Emma Stone and Bella Ramsey. ‘’Now Master of the Air was amazing! But I didn’t get why each time we saw Y/n on screen, we saw her naked, I mean, was the only purpose of her character, being naked? You’re playing in a series about WW2, not Sex Education’’ that was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed. Y/n was looking at the presenter with a death stare before taking a sip of his drink. Joe nervously laughed. ‘’Sorry about that’’ he continued his speech but when he ‘apologized’ the camera went on Y/n and Callum. ‘’You better be sorry, asshole’’ Callum mumbled. He hid his mouth when he insulted him, but he didn’t understand why he thought making this joke was supposed to be fun. ‘’He clearly didn’t watch the hole show’’ Austin said to Y/n, which made her smile.

‘’And the winner is…’’ her heart was going to burst out of her chest. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n for her role in Master of the Air’’ She got up her chair, kissed Callum, hugged Austin and Antony, took off her shoes and made her way to the stage. She hugged Meryl Streep, she was presenting the award, when Y/n got to Joe, she didn’t hug him. She took the statue and came closer to the mic. ‘’Oh my god, wow, thank you so much. That’s amazing!’’ her voice cracked from the emotions. The crowd cheered for her. ‘’This series means so much to me, my wonderful co-stars, I love you so much. I don’t want to say the same thing as my other speech, because I did more than being naked in every scene, so I won awards, and people actually know who I am.’’ The crowd laughed at the comeback for the woman. Joe faked laugh and looked at the ground. ‘’To all the people out there, that are scared to pursue their dreams, don’t give up. You can do it, dreams come true! I got men kneeling for me, I won awards, and I got made fun of on national television! Thank you and good night!’’ she said, making the crowd laugh again. Callum was so proud of his girl; she stood up for herself and she did it the funniest way possible.

‘’The Golden Globe for the best drama Television Series goes to…’’ Drew Barrymore opened the envelope, the cast all held hands, silently praying. ‘’Master of the Air!’’ she exclaimed, stomping around in excitement. The cast got up, followed by Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman. When they all got on stage, the trophy was handed to Gary. Callum and Y/n held hands; it was special to be on stage together. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, this is amazing! This T.V show is, I think, really important to understand history and its darker parts. I’m going to stop talking or I’ll take all the time’’ Gary laughed. The mic was given to Tom Hanks. ‘’Like Gary said, this series is the third, we did Band of Brothers and The Pacific, but Master of the Air is the last and to see it getting so much recognition fills my heart with joy’’ he said, tears in his eyes. Steven stepped forward to talk. ‘’Thank you to everyone that made this project happen, to our beautiful cast, thank you for accepting to follow our crazy idea, love you all’’ he blew kiss to us. Austin stepped forward. ‘’Thank you so much. This type of series, uh, I think, needs to be done so the next generation can understand what really went down. Thank you so much!’’ Y/n smiled; Callum stepped forward. ‘’And finally, thank you to everyone that really watched the show and saw that Y/n wasn’t always naked!’’ that made the cast laugh. A Y/n face palmed, but she was happy to see that the joke wasn’t forgotten and that the guys didn’t like it. ‘’Yeah! Y/n is amazing!’’ Barry quickly said. The woman laughed as they all left stage. Backstage, they all hugged, even the directors joined in. ‘’I’m so proud of all of you.’’ Tom Hanks said.

‘’So, Y/n, a picture came out, can you explain what you were googling’’ the journalist asked, making the woman laugh. ‘’Uh, I didn’t know who Joe Koy was, so I looked him up’’ she simply said. ‘’About the joke he made, your co-stars became protective, what does it mean for you?’’ she was tired of this question, each interview station, they asked that question. ‘’Personally, I thought it was low, I mean, it wasn’t the fact that she was naked that made her win an Emmy and a Golden Globe, so yeah. But I think he learned his lesson’’ Callum answered. Y/n smiled and leaned her head against him. ‘’Thank you, good night’’ the journalist said. They could finally leave this place. Y/n has her statue in her hand, it was really beautiful. ‘’It’s going to fit perfectly beside my Emmy award’’ she said in the limousine. Making her co-star giggle. ‘’Like we told you before, we got your back, we weren’t going to let him disrespect you like that’’ Anthony said. Y/n thanked him as they made their way to the after party.

[harufluff]

hello, may I request soobin x shy reader with number 92 from the fluff prompt list??

Hope you’re doing well, have a great day 🥰😵‍💫

sorry it took so long anon…

'not so cheesy' c.sb

warnings - angry yunjin, mentions of a burn, bad writing lol

genre - fluff, fluff prompt list, soobin x shy!reader, non-idol au, soobin x barista!reader, #92 "My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself."

hi everyone! im working on the series right now so im not dead, but here is something fluffy for you :)) please feel free to request anything to me and I will try to get it done.

‘order 21!!’

your co-worker called out into the small cafe. you loved working here. there were books everywhere and it’s an easy breakfast in the morning. it was perfectly convenient.

it helped you practice being a little more social too. ever since you were a kid, you were shy and never liked talking to people. this job you had to and you figured that was good.

but there were things that were better than the others. you worked with your friend Yunjin. you met and the job and got along well so you have each other your numbers and here you are.

but one of the best things, is a customer that comes in every morning and buys the same thing every time. he buys a coffee and a cookie and go sits down in a corner booth. his name you don’t know, but he really is handsome.

Yunjin has been trying to convince you to ask for his name and number for the entire time he’s been coming in, but you just think it’s rude and embarrassing.

a middle aged women came up to the counter and showed you her number,

‘here we are, one americano. that’ll be $3.55 please’

you thanked her as she walked away. but just as she left the cafe, a tall man with black hair came in. the same man that you have had a bit of a crush on. he walked up to the counter and said to you,

‘i’ll have my usual please and a water today too please’

you nodded and got his usual cookie then brought it back to the counter for him along with the cold water. you were looking down until you got there and finally made eye contact with him. he was looking straight in the eyes with a soft smile.

‘i-i’ll bring your coffee o-over to your table when it’s done’

you said shakily, but all he did was nod and smile at you again before walking away to his usual booth in the corner.

‘YA L/N Y/N. WHAT WAS THAT’

yunjin said to you in a yell whisper than everyone could hear, regardless of her “whispering” it. youve told her before that you will never fall in love at a cafe because it was too cheesy. she personally thinks you and a man you have never met before are meant to be together.

you just gave her a glare before going over to the finished coffee for the customer. you walked it over to his table, your hands still a little shaky.

‘here’s your coffee s-‘

two inches away from the table the coffee spilled over the cup and onto your hand, the hot coffee burning like heck. you mange to get the coffee cup on the table before retracting your arms into your chest as the burning continued to get worse.

‘oh my gosh are you ok?’

he asked as he bent down slightly to get a look at your hand. you nodded violently, pretty much telling him that you were not on and you were just being a good employee. he gently took your hand in his and looked at the dark burn on your hand.

‘are you sure your ok? it doesn’t look like it’

he finally made you look at him and he looked taken aback for a reason you don’t know why. he pushed you back to sit in the seat he was once sitting in and grabbed a paper napkin, dipping in it in his water and kneaded on the floor in between your legs and held your hand while holding the paper towel to the burn.

‘your a lot prettier up close you know…’

you look at him with wide eyes, and when he looks up at you he chuckles at your reaction.

‘t-thanks’

‘this is kind of embarrassing but your the only reason i keep coming back here. my friend recommended this place to me and i saw you so i kept coming back’

he says looking away from you, his ears getting redder by the second.

‘i’ve seen you around too. your cute’

his expression changed in an instant...

'My heart isn’t beating faster, my heart isn’t beating faster, I swear it isn’t, get ahold of yourself.'

he said quietly to himself in almost a chant. you giggled at his pure cuteness. he stood up and you did as well. you bid your goodbyes and exchanged numbers.

maybe meeting at a cafe isnt so cheesy.

lord this was so bad...

© Harufluff 2022 | Do not copy, repost or claim my works.

[solar-halos]

i’ve skipped so many mood board mondays, so here are a ton of mood boards. they’re all Annie Cresta themed and how i think she’d dress/accessorize in a modern au. this one is gonna be lengthy tho i luv fashion

don’t keep the devil waiting, old friend: queer couture*

comments: this one was the hardest only bc i couldn’t find a lot pics of patchwork jeans + smudged (and ugly in an on-purpose-fuck-beauty-standards type of way) makeup and i feel like that is a fundamental part of annies style in this fic. also shes in hs and i feel like that is the peak of diy-ing things that are ugly but obv pinterest didn’t have much of that. but in the fic she loves red+black color combos and sanrio and also mitski so i included that here. also, had to include a heathers pic. and before anyone says that this doesn’t count as alt pls remember something: i don’t care

* (as in annie is queer in this fic, not that u have to be queer to wear this. just btw)

fond boy with a flower in his heart: lipstick lover*

comments: her style isn’t rlly described that much in the fic but i think it’s very much winx and barbiecore. lipstick lover* to the max. she is also the queen of sporty spice athleisure

*in a “pink panther” by Scene Queen (the musician) way, not a luver of lipstick way. although annie is both in this fic

a deep dive into the mind of annie cresta: man eater couture

credits, first and foremost!

i found the first pic (starting from the top left hand corner) on pinterest. this is the second pic dress pattern. third pic is also pinterest but it gives me johanna and annie vibes. this is the fourth pic (it’s still a tester pattern so i just linked her account!). this is the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. i found the seventh pic on pinterest. this is the eighth pic. i found the ninth pic on pinterest. this is the tenth pic (can you tell i love madebymolly? lol)

comments: okay, so at first i wanted to focus more on materials like linen bc i think d4 would be more focused on practicality than glam, but as you can tell it’s mostly crochet pieces bc i’ve saved SO many pics that gave me boho beach vibes. but also some outfits (like the green dress!) are outfits i described in the actual fic and then found on instagram later like “wait….. this was literally something i had in my head and they made it into something real.” like how fucking cool is that imagine sewing something from ur own two hands (esp lace!). but also the cheetah (leopard?) print underwear is so annie cresta after she won the games bc i feel like she’d embellish everything she owns like the fashionista she is

miscellaneous: i-t g-i-r-l

ok when i was first pondering abt annie cresta’s style @turtlesandwhales678 put this into the universe and i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt it: vintage styled annie cresta! i know i didn’t do this concept justice bc most of the outfits are condensed to a select few decades but there was an era in my life where i would refuse to post anything on my instagram stories except vintage pictures/photoshoots, so here are some i had in my arsenal that i dug up:

credits!

first pic (top left corner) is from the nanny! love that show u should watch it. i know the second pic looks like an invasion of privacy but i swear it was for a photoshoot in 1969 for life magazine. i found the third pic on pinterest, it’s lisa bonet on “a different world” i believe. the fourth pic is from my instagram stories archive arsenal. same with the fifth pic. this is the sixth pic. seventh pic is from my stories archive. this is the eighth pic

comments: i kinda said everything i needed to at the beginning. the ninth pic is giving me odesta vibes

okay, that’s it! i know this was sooo long but i was scared of uploading it to ao3 cos the last time i did something like that it got taken down. but to be fair it was sorta my fault. anyway this was sooo fun and im in a very big procrastinating mood so i will literally make a mood board out of anything / any other styles. i was thinking abt doing a cottagecore one but i heard that style has racist undertones? idk i haven’t looked into it but i should. anyway bye hope these were pretty

[stayandot8]

Chapter Two: So Only Say My Name

series summary: this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good 😏.

inspo: the song by Fall Out Boy.

Genre: i'm not really sure tbh

Relationship type: co-workers...

Important Contents: bar setting, so mentions of alcohol, chris is a lowkey-highkey dick, swearing as usual

a/n: Part 2 of Just One yesterday. Sorry it took so long, life has been busy. But she's back! And I hope you enjoy part 2! When you see the word count, you'll see why this took so long. okayloveyoubyeeee

WC: 12.2k

Last part l Next part I masterlist

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“Chris that’s not-” The sound of shattering glass echoed against the walls of the restaurant. I shut my eyes so as to not make my eye roll so evident. This was the third time he had tried this trick, Han waiting in the corner to see if it would work. Han was mainly here for moral support when he wasn’t being my example of what to do. Moral support for me or for Chris, I wasn’t sure. The two had gotten close over the past two weeks and annoyingly so. Changbin as well. They already had inside jokes, sometimes at my expense. Han was the only one who apologized for the both of them during these private moments, leaving Chris and his shit-eating grin for me to peer at over his shoulder. When Changbin would dain to appear to observe, he would mostly laugh, which prompted my response ‘Don’t you have a front door to attend to?’

This was how it would go every time without fail. Chris would come in for his shift an hour early and head straight for me behind the bar for another lesson. Han would waltz in a few minutes later to join us, not because he was required to but because he wanted to watch my latest attempt not to kill Chris. They were the ultimate test of my patience and restraint. And as much as he tried me, I hated to admit that he had talent. As long as he wasn’t talking to me, he was warm and bright to anyone he spoke with. He asked questions and engaged them in conversation in ways I couldn’t just teach, they had to be lived through. The ease of his flow was melodic. A sense of comfort he exuded was special to him, I had to give him that. Each time he would turn away from them, he would shoot me a look saying ‘see? I was listening to you’. He knew how to irk me while also paying me the smallest of compliments. This game of give and take was what kept me from losing it. He had this eerie way of making me hang on his every word, searching for the compliment that would eventually come to the surface. Sometimes it was a small nod of approval. Others it was simply the silence that he held on to, unwilling to give me my credit with his words.

But when he had something he wanted to try, he was insistent. He wouldn’t shut up about it until he did it. He never really asked permission, more so told me when he was doing it. My resistance to the word ‘no’ was more so to pick my battles with him rather than actually wanting to see Chris enjoy himself. But Han’s joy was something I didn’t mind as much. 

“Chris! Dude!” Han was trying his best to control his laughter. Chris was smiling, eyeing the mess and attempting to do the same but his shoulders gave him away. 

“Go get the mop and the broom.” I said, leaning on the bar and crossing my arms. He started the familiar path to the supply closet across the dining room, his laughter echoing off the walls the further he got.

“Han, it’s not funny! He’s going to break so many bottles, Minho’s going to find out and take it out of his paycheck. Not to mention there won’t be any bottles left for me to do anything tonight.”

“Oh relax. We’ve got plenty back there. Minho won’t notice.” I rolled my eyes at his nonchalant tone and picked up the bigger pieces of glass to throw away, determined not to give Chris the satisfaction of seeing my reluctant smile forming. 

I couldn’t help it, their antics were funny! And the combination of both of their laughs were electric, contagious. Chris’s giggles were like songs that would flit in the air around him and then sprinkle over you like pieces of clouds. The feeling was soul-crushing, especially when those giggles were never directed at me. It made my inner turmoil all the more dizzying.

A splash of water distracted me from my task of washing our tools. I spun quickly, wiping it off of my neck and looking for the culprit. It wasn’t hard, as he was staring at me and had a shocked expression. Chris started towards me, hands up in surrender as he reached for a towel beside him. What he didn’t know was that I had a wet shaker in my hand, still with dish water in it. I started nodding, brushing off the beginnings of what I assumed to be apologies and launched water straight into his chest. I broke into a fit of giggles and he wiped the residue from his eyes and fought his growing smile again. 

“Okay, Sparkles. You’re in for it now.” He grabbed an empty glass from the shelf and dipped it in the still water of the sink, filling up the glass. My arms sprung out at his advances, trying to stop him, just enough to watch as he bumped into me and spilled the too-full glass all over the front of his shirt. My hands covered my mouth. We froze. His brows shot up in surprise, black shirt now soaked through down the front. It was straight out of a TV show. Of course this would happen to me. Of course it would be him. Fucking hell.

“I have a spare shirt that I bought one day that was too big for me, let me grab it.” I rushed away before he could protest, my legs heavy as they carried me to the back office toward the one thing that might save me. Hyunjin was there, taking inventory of our current bottles we kept back there for me. His short ponytail was all that I saw. He saw everything though as he glanced up from his clipboard to see me rush to pull out the extra black shirt. 

“Uh oh, what happened?” He watched me spin on my heel and rush back out without answering him. 

“Here, try this one.” His expression was vacant as he stopped trying to wring out his shirt to tentatively reach for the one I was handing him. He took it from me slowly and brought the bottom of his wet shirt above his head in front of everyone, revealing what I was sure not to forget any time soon. 

It was like slow motion. His deep V-line came first, a slight tan coming in from the warming weather outside and onto his hip bones. Next came the most defined abs I had ever seen, the kind that was earned from years of hard and consistent labor. I found my mind wondering what he had done to earn his physical evidence of such work. It didn’t wander for long though as a sharp and deliberate cough fractured my concentration. My head snapped to Hyunjin, who had appeared out of nowhere and was looking sharply at me, concern creasing his face. I shook my head and turned back to the mess on the tiled floor and did everything I could to not think of how deep of a hole I could bury myself into if I allowed it. It didn’t help when Chris muttered two words I didn’t think him capable of saying to me.

“Thank you.”

I nodded, the embarrassment still hot on my cheeks. 

The night breeze was gentle as I closed the doors and pulled out my set of keys. The faint smell of rain drying on the pavement had a way of reminding me of home. Of playing outside until my mother would yell for me down the street, running and waiting for cars to pass by, even the sound of voices followed me as I walked to my car to drive home. Oh wait.

 Those voices were actually here, not in my head. I spun and followed my feet until I found the source. It was Chris, his back turned to me. He was talking to some bigger, buffer guys in hushed whispers. One bald man, his muscles carved out in his tight white tee. The other was a shorter man with longer, mousier hair. The second was tucking whatever he had just grabbed from Chris into his pocket. Neither looked very happy to be here. I crouched behind the stone wall, peering past the corner as much as possible without letting them see me. The pounding of my heart was loud in my ears.  

“Don’t keep us waiting next time. It’s already been too long, he wants to see you.” The voice fit his build, deeper for the burly man he was. 

“I know. I’ll handle him when the time comes.” Chris’s voice was different than I had heard it before. No, this had to be someone else entirely, some personality he kept buried deep within and only let out when he needed it.

“He doesn’t like to be handled, you know that.”

“Look, you got what you came for. He’ll miss you if you’re gone for too long.” Chris’s tone was short, clipped. Trying to get them to leave was my only guess for his motive. I heard shuffling going the other way as I listened closer, waiting to hear if anyone was coming my way. I only heard one set and I stood, frozen in place as Chris walked right past me. I went back and forth on whether I wanted to make myself known and leave it to my curiosity to make that decision for me. 

“What the fuck was that?” I half-shouted as he kept walking. He stopped and turned slowly, looking like a mix of mad he was caught and ashamed of… something. He kept walking.

“It was none of your business, that’s what it was.”

“Who were those guys?” He stopped and turned to me again.

“What did I just say?” He was still, his hat casting a shadow over his face making him look even more menacing.

“If that’s what I think it was, you are putting everyone here in jeopardy if you get caught. We would all be investigated, the whole place could be shut down.” He rolled his eyes and started back to the hotel across the way. I followed him. “Do you care so little about everyone here? I know you don’t care about me but I thought since Minho had given you a shot to-”

He spun on his heel and got so close to me, I could feel his breath on my nose. I didn’t back down, ready to feel whatever he would spit at me.

“I don’t have a choice. They don’t make it a habit of letting you leave after you get involved. And you’re right. I don’t care about you. Minho gave me this job because he took pity on me. He knows what I’ve been through to get where I am now. None of which concerns you.”

“He has the most to lose if you take this place down with you. Don’t let me catch you again, I’m not afraid to tell him.” My heart rate would say otherwise with him so close to me. 

“Last I checked, you weren’t my boss.” He raised an eyebrow in silent challenge, daring me to turn him in. I simply rolled my eyes.

 “Go home, Chris.” I pulled myself out of his gravity to walk back to my car. I made it three steps before his voice called out to me again. 

“See ya tomorrow, Sparkles.”

I didn’t deign to respond, that nasty feeling in my gut telling me this wouldn't be the last time we would talk about this.

*** 

There were 49 tiles on my bedroom ceiling.

It was well into four in the morning by now. I’d been tossing and turning all night long, mulling over whether to follow through on my threat. Weighing the pros (he might get fired) and cons (he might get fired) of it all was getting exhausting. Thank God I had the day off tomorrow. I knew just who to talk to about it. 

*

“And what do we have the pleasure of getting off your chest this early in the morning?” Felix’s adorable freckles were already lightening my mood. Mixed with his new hair and the rising sun, it was the perfect elixir. 

“Oh my god! It’s blue!” 

“Mhmm. What do you think?” His eyes were so bright that I couldn’t help but reply,

“I LOVE it! You look like a blue raspberry lollipop!” He let out one of those genuine, deep laughs that made everyone around him turn to look for the source. 

“Ha ha, very funny. It was time for a change so I made one, okay? Make all the jokes you want.” His cheeks were pink as he smiled at me. “I’ll meet you at your usual table with the cupcake of the day, okay?” He nudged his chin in the direction of the approaching gaggle of customers. I nodded and strode for my table near the window. The normally busy street was quiet at this time of day with the morning sun just barely peeking out of the clouds. Felix enjoyed the morning time in his shop, the smell of coffee wafting through to the street outside. While he barely drank it himself, he liked the joy it brought others. And the smell? He once told me it brought in twice the amount of morning customers than when he didn’t brew any at all. Then he enjoyed the morning rush so much he brewed it all day long, just in case. Besides, what went better with a homemade danish?

Caught up in the bustle of working people running to work, taking a morning stroll, or going for a run, I didn’t notice when Felix brought the most delicious looking thing I had ever seen in front of me with a plastic cup full of light brown liquid, complete with a straw.

“I can see the bags under your eyes from over there. Did you sleep at all?” He’s so cute when he worries about me. It makes me wonder if he had anyone special in his life. He certainly deserved it. Come to think of it, he had never said. I wasn’t sure if he was single or not. As little as I knew about him, he sure knew about me. Enough to know when I haven’t slept, at least…

“Was my peppy demeanor at seven-thirty in the morning that much of a giveaway?” My voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Felix chuckle. He looked me over, waiting for me to give my reasoning for visiting him so early on my day off. “I trust you, Felix. I trust you more than I probably should. That’s the only reason I’m telling you this is because I need advice. I don’t know what to do.” He nodded and after a deep sigh, I continued. “Last night, I was locking up at the restaurant and I overheard Chris talking. So I went over to check it out and he was talking to some…not-so-friendly-looking dudes. I don’t want to accuse him of something that could be innocent but some of the things they said were so odd. I don’t want this to taint how you see him, I know you guys seem to have become friendly. But I’m just at a loss. I know I should tell Minho just in case it’s something sinister, but what if it isn’t and I’m making a big fuss over nothing? He didn’t deny anything when I accused him of it but that doesn;t mean anything.”

“What do you think he was doing?” Felix cast his eyes over my face, looking for something he didn't see. 

“I don’t want to put ideas in anyone’s head. I just wanted someone else’s opinion on the matter.”

“Well, if it’s what you think it was, then Minho deserves to know. He’s got the most to lose in this case. And if it’s not, what have you got to lose?”

“Me and Chris have built this sort of very fragile understanding. He’s not going out of his way to be an ass towards me anymore and it’s been kinda nice. I don’t want to disturb that if I don’t have to. But if he’s doing something to put all of us in danger then Minho deserves to know. And I can let him deal with it.” I leaned back in my chair, feeling the cool metal through my thin t shirt. I didn’t take my eyes off Felix as he listened and nodded along.

“Then I think you know what you need to do. Fragile peace between two people doesn’t seem worth everyone’s livelihood.” My shoulders slumped as his words sunk in. 

“No. It doesn’t.”

*

My knock on the office door was gentle as not to scare him away. Minho was sitting at his desk with his back to me. The pastry in his hand had Felix’s trademark dusting of powdered sugar on top. I snatched it from his hand on my way to the metal chair in front of him. 

“Minho, I need a favor.” His jaw dropped in shock at my audacity. 

“Well, that’s not a good way to start.” His eyes were hard as he reached across his paper-filed desk to snatch it back and licked it while giving me a pointed look. Minho took his pastries very seriously. I sat back in resignation and took a deep breath before I began, letting any amusement fall from my eyes.

“I want you to know that this isn’t easy for me to say because he’s your friend and you know him better than I do-” He cut me off.

“I thought you two would get past this when I asked you to teach him about bartending. Find a way to get along because both of you-”

“Minho, this is bigger than not getting along.” He shut his mouth, lips now in a tight line. He swallowed as he got up and started towards the door to survey the hallway. He closed the door and sat back down, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and placing his hands in his lap as he cast his eyes to me again. He looked tired.

“Start from the beginning.” 

I began to tell him everything I had seen that night; the burly men, the package Chris had given them, and the words exchanged. Minho listened intently, never interrupting me but nodded along to show he was listening. 

“I don’t want to kick him out, I just think he might believe he has no other options. Minho, please tell me I did the right thing by telling you.” 

“You did. I’ll handle it, don’t worry. I’ll talk to him.”

“Okay, thank you.” My legs were heavy as they carried me out of the office. Minho followed me out but when I turned to the left to go out into the dining room, he turned right to the kitchen. Oh, he means now. I quickened my pace, finally spotting Changbin and Seungmin at the front and made a beeline for them, hoping they would protect me from Chris’s suspicions. 

“But that’s what I’m saying dude. There’s no way they would take him off the team!” Ah lovely. More sports talk. I nodded and sighed along with them, pretending to pay attention as best I could. I saw the shadow of the light in the office disappear as Minho closed the door behind the two of them.

“Hey!” Seungmin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes to snap me back to reality. 

“What? What happened?” 

“We asked if you wanted to go to a baseball game today since we three have the day off.” He was so patient when he wanted to be. 

“Yeah, that sounds fun.” I glimpsed back to the dark hallway, not daring to think about what was happening back there. “Listen, I think I’ll just meet you guys at the stadium okay? I’m gonna go home and change.” They both narrowed their eyes, checking me over.

“Are you okay? You seem flustered.” Little did Changbin know how right he was. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll see you guys later, okay?” I heard in the distance a certain office door shut as I desperately tried to make my escape, those glass doors so close yet so far away…

“Okay…” I felt their eyes follow me as I walked as quickly as I could without looking suspicious, pushing the door open to run to my car. The sun was high in the sky by now, beaming down on the earth and roasting it. I just stepped down from the curb leading to the parking lot. Why the fuck did I park so far away? He wouldn’t come after me, would he? 

Ten steps away.

He wasn’t the type.

Five steps away.

I wasn’t worth his anger. What could he do to me anyways?

My hand was reaching for my handle when I heard it.

“HEY!” I stopped in my tracks, my eyes squeezing shut to try and block out whatever was coming my way. I kept my hand on my car door, just in case I needed it. What was I so afraid of? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to find out. 

“I knew you just couldn’t resist. You had to tell him, huh?” His voice was drawing nearer, hard like stone, like I was a child being scolded. My inner voice came to me from deep within my mind. Who the fuck is he to talk to me like that?

“Your mistakes aren’t worth everyone’s lives.” After a deep breath, I finally turned towards him. His hands were in his pockets, his mouth in a tight line. His jaw was set, jutting out like he was getting ready for an argument. My confidence was waning the closer he drew.

“My mistakes are none of your fucking business. And now you’ve made it everyone’s problem. If you could’ve just kept it to yourself, everything would have been fine. Now you don’t even know what you’ve done.” His face was now inches from mine, his breath floating over me with the faint smell of his lunch. 

“And if you could get your head out of your ass for two seconds, you would see that I’m actually trying to help you.” It came out of nowhere, but I felt the truth of it ring in my bones. I was trying to help him in some convoluted way that I couldn’t explain to myself. Maybe it was my innate nature that wanted kindness to rule the world but I wanted him to realize he didn’t need to do it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth it. I was trying to make him see that this place that I loved so dearly wasn’t worth putting it at such a heavy risk. That the friendships here that he had made were not worth jeopardizing. That I…

“Well, I don’t want or need your help. So give it to someone else.”

He turned on his heel and started back towards the building, his expression unforgiving. His boots on the pavement were mocking me like they knew what I tried and failed to do for him. That fragile peace had shattered like glass, pieces broken on the gravel beneath where he stood. 

I didn’t know why I wanted him to care.

*

“Minho just texted me to tell us we should come back for drinks tonight. Says it’s a celebration.” Seungmin read from his phone before looking up at Changbin and I for confirmation. Changbin lit up. He loved after-work drinks when he didn’t have to work.

“Ya! Let’s go!” He glanced at me. “You want to come? We can drop you off at home afterwards.” I didn’t like to disappoint them, but my heart had dropped like a rock in my stomach at the mention of being near that place with him after what happened this afternoon. I started shaking my head.

“I don’t know.” I started. Seungmin interrupted. 

“Come on. I know you’re tired but we’ll just go for one drink, maybe two, and then we’ll drop you off at home. Come ooonnnn, come with usss. You don’t want to miss out on the fun, do you? You know Minho brings out the good stuff when we celebrate.” 

“Minnie, do you even know what he’s celebrating?” He was so cute when he begged. His eyes got real wide and he started pulling at me like a child in the direction we were already heading out into the parking lot of the stadium. 

“No, but you know it’s going to be fun. I know you remember what happened the last time we celebrated.” He flashed me that smile that showed all his teeth, tilting his head in invitation. The thoughts of the referred night came back in ghosts of thoughts, spots of Changbin dancing to some song by a famous girl group and shaking his hips came to the forefront. Following shortly were flashes of Jeongin singing his precious lungs out to some song no one had heard of. Hyunjin in a chair and Felix giving him his version of a ‘sexy’ dance, which resulted in Hyunjin going face-first into a corner in blushing shame. I couldn’t help my smile as the memories bounced around in my mind. So what if Chris would be there? So would seven other people. It would be easy to avoid him. I could talk to anyone else. As long as I didn’t concern myself with him, we would be just fine.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go.” Their smiles were wide as they skipped arm in arm all the way back to the car. The moon was bright, as if leading the way. I watched it the whole drive there, begging it to give me strength. 

The irony of walking in the doors I had practically run out of earlier was not lost on me. It was like returning to the scene of the crime. The others cheered and applauded as Changbin burst through the doors and waved in an exaggerated draw of his arms. Seungmin started bowing to his adoring fans sitting in the booths, waiting for us. I was bringing up the rear and laughing at them. Minho and Hyunjin were sitting on one side of the booth while Chris and Han were sitting on the other side, all of them dressed in their normal work attire of black clothes and denim. Jeongin was off to the side on a barstool beside Felix and wearing his normal choice of trendy clothes that included a sweater, a simple necklace, and slacks. Felix was in his ‘baking pants’ and covered in dried flour and powdered sugar. 

The remaining boys found other seats in connecting booths while I dragged another barstool to add to the mix. Jeongin gave me a gentle grin as I sat, which I returned. 

“You look very trendy today, Innie. What was your inspiration today?” His eyes turned brighter the more he talked about the latest trends that inspired his look for the day. I watched him speak, nodding and doing my damndest not to look to my right. I felt the stare he was shooting at me as he listened to Han talk about whatever subject he was fascinated with at the moment. When Jeongin was wrapping up his small speech, Minho stood up and disappeared across the dining room and into the hallway. 

“I wonder what we’re celebrating.” Jeongin whispered to me. I shrugged as I dared a look around the group. When my eyes stopped on Chris, he was looking straight at me but there was something on his face when I met his eyes. They shifted and I would swear they softened. He didn’t drop his gaze though. Not until Minho came back with a bottle and plastic cups. He stopped at the head of the group and paused for the group’s chatter to die down, his evil smirk setting my stomach a roiling. 

“Alright! Tonight we are celebrating! And I’m sure you’re all dying to know what we’re celebrating.” He popped open the bottle to draw out the suspense. He reveled in it a bit more when he started to pour out the liquid and passed out the cups. He crossed the group to stand near his old spot near the booth. “A drum roll please.” Everyone started patting their legs for Minho’s desired effect. “I now have a roommate!” He paused for dramatic effect, waiting for anyone to ask who. “Yes, that’s right lady and germs. Lee Minho is now no longer running a bachelor pad. I’ve decided to take in a young and poor, unfortunate soul." With that, he raised his glass to toast the group, who all followed suit. He then leaned across the table to clink his glass with Chris’s. “To roommates!” Everyone echoed and chugged their drinks, migrating to talk with the new roommates. Chris’s gaze never met mine, distracted with everyone else begging for his attention. After a few more glasses and a slip up or two, he mentioned he was going outside for some air. 

“So that was your solution?” I asked Minho, sliding into the open booth in front of him. 

“I’m installing better cameras outside as well. He doesn’t need to be in a hotel room anyways. We talked it through and we both decided that it was the best thing to do. Those guys don’t know where I live so they shouldn’t come after him anymore. And the house was getting lonely so I fixed two birds with one stone. I’m honestly a little embarrassed I didn’t do it sooner. Why, did you have a better solution?” I shook my head, quick on the defensive. 

“No, it’s just not what I thought you would do.”

“Always gotta keep you on your toes.” He winked at me, which was never a good thing. He scooched out of the booth to stand. “He’s getting his stuff tomorrow and we’re taking the day to settle in so I’m closng up tomorrow for all of you to help out. We’re starting at noon since I’m sure none of you wil be up before then!” The end of the sentence was broadcast to the rest of the room so they would hear. There were groans of protest but mainly nods of acknowledgment. Some were just excited to hear they had an extra day off. 

“We’ll be there, don’t you worry!” Changbin gave his best immpression of someone excited for it before giving me a look. “You ready?” I nodded. “Okay, Seungmin is in the bathroom and I think I may join him so just hang tight okay?”

“Okay. I’m gonna wait outside okay? He gave a thumbs up over his head as he disappeared down the hall towards said bathroom. After some very hurried goodbyes to the rest of the group and promises to see them later, I pushed the glass door open and stepped out.

The night breeze was a welcome change rather than the stuffy air inside. The trees rustling eased my tense shoulders. I rolled them back to hurry the process along. After some deep breaths, I turned to walk back in when I spotted Chris sitting on a wooden picnic bench with his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, staring at the moon. I couldn’t look away from him. He seemed at peace, finally left to himself and his thoughts. He was swaying to some invisible music playing in his head while also in time with the breeze. I almost left him to his own devices, wanting to give him his peace when his attention broke to catch me near the door. 

“Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” I crept back further back towards the door leading back inside when Chris waved his hand towards the bench beside him. He pat the seat beside him as he returned to staring up at the sky. My steps were so light it was a wonder I was moving at all. I moved my foot inside the bench to sit, still giving him about a foot or two of space. At which he rolled his eyes but still didn’t move. The silence we kept allowed me to calm whatever was going on inside me. The shaking was starting to take over in my legs, the anxious leg-shaking starting. 

What is he waiting for? Why did he invite me to sit next to him? Why did I do it? Is he going to kill me out here? Where no one will hear me scr-

“Do you think the moon ever gets tired of reflecting the sun’s light? He just wants to make light for himself?” What the fuck? By the time I made sense of what he was talking about, my mouth had run away with an answer I didn’t know I was waiting to give him.

“I like to think of it as him borrowing it while he finds a way to make it for himself.”

“How dare the sun keep all of it to herself. Everything needs the sun to survive. No one needs the moon.” His volume had lowered until I was fighting with the wind to hear him. I turned to fold my leg on the bench itself and face him fully. I watched him stare off, this time not quite focused.

“The tides do. Animals need the moon to see during the night.”

He got quiet again.

“I do.” His eyes were big as he watched me. “I needed it when I was younger to feel less alone. I would stare at it for hours on my rooftop, just watching it. Making sure it never left me. And it never did. It was always there.” The memory made me smile.

“Doesn’t the sun ever get tired of shining so brightly all the time?” He was still watching and it finally hit me that we weren’t talking about the sun and moon anymore.

“Yes she does. But one day, she will stop caring about what will happen and combust all on her own. It’ll be catastrophic. But that’s what happens when everything depends on you. You collapse. Burn out. Until all that is left of you is a memory.”

“But at least everyone knew her. No matter what, she made her impression on everything around her. And no matter who they are, they can’t help but watch to see what happens. What she will do next.” His eyes were a deep brown that I hadn’t noticed before. Like chocolate. 

“You get very deep when you’re drunk, did you know that?”

He hummed, his smile matching his rosy cheeks as he watched the stone tile on the patio. 

“Go home, Chris.” The words were gentler than the last time I had said them, softer with his inebriated state. He nodded, his chin hitting his chest harder as it surely felt heavy. He turned it to rest on his shoulder to look up at the moon once more. I noticed his eyes were getting droopy. Surely he wouldn’t last long out here. I wondered if I  should ask Changbin if we could take him home ourselves.

I decided against it. And just in time too as Seungmin and Changbin opened the fornt doors and peared around for us. They waved towards the car. 

“Let’s go!” Seungmin shouted. “Changbin said he needs his beauty sleep!” Changbin’s hand slapped his arm so hard he yelled. “What was that for?”

“I did not say that!” Changbin started chasing him down the parking lot towards the car, Seungmin laughing as he ran from the short, muscled man.

I decided it would end badly if I didn’t stop them soon so I rose without looking back to Chris, certain he wouldn’t even notice I had left. I was wrong.

“Bye Sparkles!” He shouted, causing a smirk fighting to be a grin. I turned to him and for once, I waved back.

***

Damn, Minho’s house was nice. No wonder he wanted a roommate.

Chris had settled in the spare room, his things now settled in various spots around the house. I got to learn things I never expected to know about him. He loved recording music for instance. He had an entire setup, equipped with a mic, some soundproof boards for the walls, and his desktop was elaborate. Felix may have offered to help him with the permanent setup, which was quickly accepted. Felix was hard to say no to. When asked if we could hear anything he’d done, it was met with a quick ‘fuck no’ and rumblng laughter. 

His new LED lights were a quick setup for Hyunjin, who’s height aided him in such a project. Of course, after this was done, he flopped on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes and said he was taking a break which ironically lasted the rest of the time we were there. 

Night had fallen now and Minho had offered to cook for everyone since they helped so dutifully. Hyunjin piped up at this and then immediately flopped back down when he was told he would go last. I was convinced we were the reason Minho had such a large dining table. All nine of us crowded around it was a comical sight, all sitting at various heights on different chairs found around the house. The idle chatter going around was ovely background noise to eat to. Felix was beside me and would turn from Hyunjin to me for conversation. It was my turn apparently. 

“Did you think all of this would happen because of you?” He whispered to me, leaning in so no one would hear. As if they could with Han’s screams of laughter. 

“I didn’t know what would happen, but leave it to Minho to find a solution that’s truly better for us all.” I picked up my fork again to stab at my vegetables while he spoke.

“I think it’ll be a good thing. Minho’s good with this kind of stuff.” Felix placed his utensils on his plate to bring to the sink where Changbin had already started on dishes. 

“What kind of stuff?” I asked, perplexed at his last comment. 

“Stuff no one else knows what to do with.” Felix took his and my plate and rose to taken them over, leaving me to think, truly think, about what I had done here. 

I had regained some peace with Chris, which was good for me and my job. Chris was living in a home now, free from the unfamiliar cleanliness of a hotel. Minho wasn’t much better, but at least he wasn’t paying night to night to live there. And we all had yet another night together, my family. 

I slipped from the dining room down the hall to find the bathroom. After relieving myself, I found my feet wandering down the hall towards the room we had just finished unpacking. A few details were different now, as we had left Chris to put out a box none of us had touched. When Han had picked it up, Chris had shouted at him to drop it. Han did, causing everyone to now look at Chris with concerned eyes. ‘Just some personal things, ya know?’ he had said in justification. ‘It’s okay dude. We get it.’ Han was ever the understanding friend and he continued with the other boxes. Now alone with his things, I couldn’t help my curiosity as the glow of the LED lights called to me. I cracked the door open, just to peek inside when I spotted said box in the corner by his new bed. Each step told me it was a bad idea but I couldn’t resist. My own nosiness would be my downfall. 

The flap of the box I peeled back revealed a set of picture frames, all with broken glass covering the details of the pictures inside. I picked up the one on top and opened the frame to see the picture. It was an older woman with three children; two boys and a young girl. The older boy had a little hat on and he was smiling at the camera, a smile I had only seen a handful of times before. It was the other two kids I didn’t recognize. The more I stared, the quicker it dawned on me: Chris had siblings. And from the looks of the picture, he seemed to be the oldest. Well that makes sense. I placed the picture back in the broken frame and dove back in the box for another, unaware that someone had walked in on my snooping. 

This second one was a photo at the beach with two children running towards the camera. The rest of the photos seemed to be of the same thing, children with a woman with them. None of them looked recent however, each of them with that yellow tint that only came with age. I brushed the dust from the broken glass to try and get a better look a them when a cough came from behind me. I dropped the frame and it hit the hardwood floor and smashed even further, breaking the glass completely. I spun to see Chris in the doorway, looking pissed as ever. Those features were back in that hard expression that only ever seemed directed at me. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was an even calm as he came over to pick up what pieces of glass he could. I tried to help but cut myself before I could do much. “You really can’t help yourself, can you? You just have to rummage through people’s things and snoop until you’re satisfied, is that it? You just have a habit of being where you shouldn’t. You should put that on your resume.” He left to grab a broom from the bathroom. I was stuck in my kneeling position on the floor, bleeding onto the wood. It didn’t hit me that I was bleeding until he shoved me out of the way to start sweeping up the glass. He was silent as he swept, the sound of shards rustling on top of each other filling the room. When he was done, he saw that I was dripping red. He left once more, returning with a bandaid in his hand. “Go wash off your hand. Check for glass.” I broke from my trance to take it from him and stand fully again. It took all my strength to look at him. His jaw was set and he still looked pissed.

“I-” I stammered as I stumbled out of the room. I finally managed to get it out. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond, still looking at the dried blood on his floor. Battling against my racing heart, I ran back to the bathroom to do as he suggested. Luckily there was no glass left behind as I washed the cut and wrapped it. I stayed for a minute to calm the shaking that had begun and to process everything I had seen. So he has a sister and a brother. I wasn’t sure what that meant to me, but it sounded a bell deep within. Knowing that he had other family somewhere on this earth caused a strike of jealousy through me. Mine were gone long ago. Little did he know how right he had been that first day, when he said I had no family. I created one from scratch. I found Minho and we built it from the ground up. 

Closing the door behind me, I leaned my back against it, loosening a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding in. I heard the wood creaking from the glow of the lights and Chris reemerged from his room closing the door behind him as well, still stone faced but when he spotted me, it softened just the littlest bit. He continued walking straight past me without a second glance, as if I had been art on the wall, and back into the dining room. 

*

After weeks of lessons, I told Minho that I believed Chris to be ready for a shift on his own. 

“Really?” He sounded surprised by this. 

“Yeah, I think he’s ready. He’s a natural with customers and I think he could be ready for tonight. Besides, it’s a Thursday. A very laid back night. I’ll be there supervising so he won’t be fully alone but I think he’s ready.”

“And you’re not just saying this because you want to stop teaching him?” His tone was serious even though I knew his question was not. I rolled my eyes so loudly that Changbin could probably hear it from the front door. 

“Yes, Minho. You know I wouldn’t say he wasn’t when he is.”

“Okay,” He threw his hands up in surrender. “I’ll text him and tell him he’s bartending tonight. But you have to tell Han that he’s on dish.” My mouth fell open. 

“What? That’s not-” Before I could finish Minho shoved me out the door with a maniacal laugh and shut the door in my face. I stared at it, dreading my next task. 

Han took it like a champ, as always. 

“Oh, Chris is taking over tonight? Oh cool! That’ll be fun.” His chipper attitude never ceased to amaze me. 

Chris came in at his usual time but this time he was sporting the usual attire for the front of house. The shirt I had loaned him fit his shoulders well, cut to accomodate his broad width. And the jeans he wore were tighter than he normally wore on his off days. He wore his hat backwards today, adding to his casual demeanor. He looked…normal. And that made my head spin. 

He flicked his head towards me, not saying a word just yet. That’s when I remembered what I had gotten the night before. 

“Hey.” I responded. “Go ahead and start your prep work for tonight. I need to grab something. I’ll be right back.” He nodded at me and dropped his bag behind the bar. He grabbed some fruit and was chopping when I returned, a grocery bag in hand. He looked up at me, confusion taking over when he spotted the bag. I placed it next to his cutting board and started the apology I had repeated to myself all night long. 

“It’s full of empty picture frames. I noticed they were all broken and I thought if you wanted to replace them, you could now. At the very least, I can replace the one I broke. And if you don’t want them, you could just throw them out or give them away.” He was still eyeing the bag, his hand frozen in midair. “And I wanted to apologize for that night. I had no right to go through your stuff, let alone that box. It was wrong of me and I’m sorry.” His features eased with every word I uttered. 

“Apology appreciated.” The unspoken words hung in the air. But not accepted. I undersood that. I had broken what little trust we had. I swallowed and nodded. “Can you put it beside my bag? I’ll put it in the office when I’m done here.” I quickly did so. 

“I know it’s your shift and you probably want to do all the work. But would you like some help? With the prep work and stuff. I’m bored out of my mind and I imagine I’ll only get more bored since I’m shadowing you tonight.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah sure. I noticed last night that we were out of cherries up here. Can you grab some from the back?” When he finally looked me in the eye, I saw that familiar gleam. He must be in a good mood today. 

“Yeah. Sure, no problem.” I rounded out from behind the bar where he stood and felt his eyes watch me go through the hallway and into the kitchen. Seungmin noticed my cheeks were tinged pink and beamed as he teased me mercilessly until I threatened to trade his salt for sugar. That just earned an eye roll, but at least he stopped. 

Dinner service was going fine. Spectacular even. Chris was keeping up with the tickets just fine. He even knew the answers to Jeongin’s questions about specific kinds of drinks. Chris had adopted the nickname for Jeongin quickly, calling him Innie for the entire shift. But there was one particular customer that I had been chatting with off to the side for a couple hours now that began the trouble. Chris had been busy with other customers to notice what had happened. 

“Sir, I think you’ve had just about enough to drink.” I said in my best playful voice, noticing that it had shot up an octave. 

“Oh come on, beautiful. Just one more. I promise I’m not driving home.” A lie. His keys were sticking out of his pocket. 

“Oh don’t lie to me. Let us call you a ride home, on us.” I said, still in that playful voice to try and keep him calm. I tried stepping back from him towards my phone, not realilzing that my arm was still on the bar. He lunged for my arm, spilling his drink all over the bar. He didn’t seem to notice as his grip on my arm tightened.

“Just one more! I’m not hurting anyone!” 

“Sir, you’re hurting me.” Even with this fact pointed out to him, he chose to ignore it. His hand lowered to my wrist, catching my smartwatch and popping it off. It took more force than it should have to wrench my arm free of him. Changbin had come up behind him and lifted him off the barstool.

“Alright man, you put your hands on my coworker. You gotta go.” He didn’t wait for the man to regain his strength in his legs as he shoved him out the door.

I was putting my smart watch back on when Chris came back up behind me.

“You handled that really well though. That guy was being difficult but you took him head on. It was fun to watch.” His eyes were wide, like it was still dawning on him, still processing.

“Christopher! Was that a straight compliment?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light. It was the first time a genuine smile had been directed at him instead of around him. My chuckle must have gotten to him because he smiled back at me. A real one, with no ill intent hidden in his eyes. 

“I guess so.” It was the first time I noticed that when he smiled for real, he smiled with his eyes too. He inclined his head in a small bow, bringing his eyes back to mine. I couldn’t look away from them, that twinkle a little too beautiful to be fake. He looked away first, clearing his throat to bring me back to myself. I blinked, shaking my head to clear the moment from my system and grabbed a cloth to clean up the mess, my once steady hands now quivering ever so slightly. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly. Chris seemed at ease up front, like I knew he would. He didn’t need my help but only a few times, when a cutomer asked an outrageous question that I barely knew the answer to. And when Changbin closed the doors and flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, Han sat directly in front of Chris and shouted.

“Show us your skills, man!” Making Chris laugh was easier than expected. He was a fan of stupid dad jokes and puns. He never gave up a chance to make one. Han would laugh louder than he meant to and Changbin would roll his eyes. Seungmin would call him old, which wouldn’t end in his favor. 

I stood behind him in the back of the bar, just watching him show off the skills I had taught him to the others. Throwing the shaker to get it to spin was a real crowd pleaser. They all watched with awe as he threw every trick he had at them, some even surprising me. He had learned some off the clock as well. 

After wowing everyone with his skills, he turned to me behind him and motioned for me to sit on an empty stool in front of him. I cocked my head in suspicion but did as he bade. 

When I was seated, he others had sectioned off into conversations of their own, leaving this side of the bar to just the two of us. 

“And what can I get you, Professor?” I had to smile. 

“I’ll let you decide. Whatever you think I’ll like, I’ll go for.” He squinted at me and nodded his head as he turned to the wall of liquor and looked around for inspiration, his plump lips pursed in thought. I watched as he worked and when he noticed, he made a big show just for me about turning his back to me so I couldn’t see what he was pouring into the shaker. I giggled and turned away from him, turning my attention to the TV that was still on behind the bar. After what felt like hours, he placed a pink drink in front of me with a proud smile. 

“And what is this?” I asked, picking it up to examine it. He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. 

“Just drink it.” It tasted delicious, notes of fruit and just the right amount of liquor to make it passable for me. 

“Its really good, what is it? Something you got off the internet?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Nope. It’s something I made myself. Just for you.” What?

“For me?

“Yep. I’m calling it The Sparkler.” I couldn’t help as my mouth parted in shock. No quick remarks, no response came to mind. I just sat there with my hand wrapped around the glass, staring at him. He held my stare to his credit. “Do you think we could put it on the menu? Make it a special and see how it sells?” I still couldn’t find my words, so I just nodded. He gave me that proud smile again, his eyes squinting as he walked away towards the others. I had no choice but to watch him. I drank my special concoction in silence, still reveling. By the time I was done, I needed air. And space away from the loud chatter to process the night’s events. 

I had slipped away successfully into the clear night air. Another warm night, one of my favorite things about the summertime. The day was too hot, too humid but the night? The nighttime was my favorite. Especially when the sky was clear, like tonight. So I decided to hop up on my trunk and let the moon shine on me like it had for all those years. I must have been out there a while.

“Why are you laying on your car like that?” His voice made me jump, quickly sitting up to find Chris looking at me like I had three heads. His shirt had been unbuttoned, leaving the slightest peek of chest for me to steal glances of. 

“Some of us actually enjoy looking at the stars and moon while we’re sober.” I flashed him a proud grin as I lay back down to resume my gazing. 

“I used to love it as a kid.” As if I had invited him, he climbed on my trunk next to me, the weight of him felt as the car bounced slightly. He lay beside me, as if he couldn’t help himself and turned his head to look at the darkened sky. I lay there for a moment as I waited for my car to stop bouncing, determined not to let him ruin this for me. His voice broke my silence, quiet like he was scared to disturb anything around us. “Do you think there’s life out there?”

“I think anyone who doesn’t is living in ignorance. We are one planet out of thousands, if not millions. There’s no way we’re the only ones.” I shook my head as I gazed into the abyss above us. He hummed in agreement and silence fell again. 

“Do you see that star right there?” I pointed to our left, hoping he would see the one I was referring to. He scooted towards me to get a better view of exactly where I was pointing, his shoulder now touching mine. I glanced down to our connected point, suddenly breathing very quickly. I had to focus all of my concentration to calm my racing heartbeat. 

“I think so?” 

“Now if you follow the points below it, it makes a shape like a house. Like the one you would draw as a kid.”

“Oh, I see it now.”

“It’s named Cepheus. After the husband of Cassiopeia and the father of Andromeda in Greek mythology. He was a king of Aethiopia and he tied his daughter to a rock to be devoured by sea monsters and end the plague of their kingdom.”

“Father of the year.” I chuckled, a little louder than I meant to. 

“Oh yeah. She was saved by Perseus and later married to him. It’s said that Zeus put him in the sky after his tragic end because he was a descendant.”

“And now he gets to be in the sky forever, watching other fathers be worse than he was.” We both laughed at that and it became silent again, both just admiring Zeus’s handiwork.

“When I was younger, I would go looking for my house in the sky. I loved Greek mythology so I looked up everything I could find and when I found that, it felt so specific to me that I thought it was put there just for me. So when I had to hide from the unpleasant things happening in my house, I would climb on the roof, clear or rain, to find my real home in the sky. I would tell myself that I would find a way to get home, away from them, away from all of it. Little did I know,  I would. Just not in the way that I thought.”

“Looks like we both grew up with shitty fathers.” One day, I would ask him what he meant by that. He turned to face me, his face so close I could smell his breath. The air was thick enough with his body heat radiating off of him in waves. His shoulder was still touching mine, our exhales mingling now that we were face to face. Swallowing was difficult. My eyes flickered to his full, plush mouth. The thought of what it would be like flashed before me in soft, feathery light. And just for a moment, I thought it might be nice. 

“You’re not who I thought you’d be, you know.” I said as I broke the trance we were in, turning back to the sky. He did the same, moving one arm on his chest and the other down to the side between us, a small brush on my pinky finger before it was moved away.  . 

“I could say the same for you.” Our words hung together in the air above us, hefty after what had occurred between us these past weeks. There was an electricity that surged, an understanding we had come to; we weren’t so different after all. 

His pinky had crossed over mine so gently I thought I had imagined it. I felt the words he couldn’t manage to say aloud. Thank you. I curled my finger, locking in an unspoken promise. I’m not going anywhere. He didn’t flinch like I thought he would, seemingly needing it as much as I did. We laid there a moment, pinkies locked like we were children and breathing in the night air once more. 

“We should probably get back inside before they wonder where we are.” He said quietly. He didn’t move, as if he too didn’t want to break whatever was happening between us. We stayed perfectly still, neither of us daring to tear our fingers apart as we watched the sky. 

*

I thought about that moment a lot over the next few days. I would be washing our bar dishes when the thought would come back to me and my fingers would be pruned when I came to. Or Han or Changbin would come up to the bar and snap their fingers in my face to snap me free, saying I had been staring at the wall for ten minutes. I didn’t know what had come over me. I was overanalyzing every second of that night, wondering if I had imagined it. If I had, then it was a nice moment that my subconscious had given me. If not, then… I shook my head, unable to focus on the thought for fear that some deeper feeling would emerge.

I didn’t see much of Chris over the next two days. He would come in whenever I would be in the office and I wouldn’t see him during service because of how busy we were. And by the time we were done, he would go home right after work, not wanting to stay. By the time Sunday rolled around, Minho asked if I would be alright serving instead of bartending for the night. 

“I want to show him we trust him so I think he’ll be okay without a shadow.” I nodded in agreement and started back out to the kitchen to prepare for the dinner service when Chris walked in through the back door. His hair was disheveled without a hat and his shirt was unbuttoned all the way. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting, like he had been running. A chorus of ‘hey’s flooded the ktichen as he dropped off his bag in the corner and went straight for the office without a second glance at any of us. 

“What's with him?” Han asked as he put away the latest load of dishes. I shrugged. 

“Maybe he was just running late.” I responded. It was Han’s turn to shrug as he went back to the dishes, his apron hitting the floor as he did. I grabbed what I had come for and pushed the doors of the dining room open, passing the closed door of the office on the way. My gut was screaming at me to pause and listen but the last time I let my curiosity get the better of me, it ended badly. I ignored it. 

Some time later, Chris was heading behind the bar to start his prep work, his expression not really changed from when he arrived. Well, his shirt was buttoned and his hair was brushed now but his cheeks were still pink. I sauntered over to him and knocked on the wood of the bar to grab his attention. He turned to spot me, flicked his head in greeting, and got back to chopping. Hmm. 

“You must be excited to not have a shadow looming over you tonight. It can get pretty crowded back there.” He shrugged, his mind preoccupied with something. “Chris?” He turned to me again, his face blank. “Are you good? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to finish this.” He clipped then resumed his slicing. 

“Okay. Sorry.” He didn’t respond. So I guess that’s the end of that. What is with this guy? Everytime we had found common ground or made an attempt at a friendship, he shut down faster than a computer. I pondered it the entire shift.

Sunday nights were nights no one wanted to stay back. Tonight was no exception. One by one, everyone who had clocked out left with a half-hearted goodbye and went home, leaving me and Chris to finish up the closing activities. Because of course.

Chris was finishing up putting the bottles and glasses away as I mopped the floor. We hadn’t spoken much that night, only speaking when it had to do with work. A ‘hey, can you make this’ here and a ‘can you grab me some more oranges’ there, nothing of note. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except it was. For him and I at least it was.

I was just finishing up as Chris reappeared from putting the last of the empty dish racks away. He walked over to the clocking station, punched in his numbers with his bag on his shoulder, and grabbed a plastic cup from the side of the soda machine. He went behind the bar and poured himself a beer, grabbed his bag again, and sat in a booth on his phone. I watched him do this with a bewildered look. The fuck is he doing? I voiced such a question. He looked up from his seat, seemingly surprised I was asking.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“I have no idea. That’s why I asked.��� I retorted as I resumed my mopping. 

“Well, you’re the last one here and it’s dangerous for anyone to be out late at night. So I’m waiting for you.” I almost dropped the mop handle. 

“What?”

“Especially for a woman late at night. We can’t have you getting kidnapped. Then who would help me give Minho a hard time?” Was he being serious? His face said yes. I stared in disbelief. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice sometimes and then not.  I say something nice, you say something nice back. You make a joke, I laugh because I think it’s funny and we’re good. And then a switch flips and you’re back to being an asshole. And then it flips again. I don’t get it. What have I done to deserve that? There’s so much back and forth with you, I don’t get it.” I shoved the mop back in the bucket and pushed it back to the sink in the kitchen, droplets of water following me with the force I was using. “I think we can be friends and then you snap at me like I’ve done something to offend you when I know I haven’t. Why do you do that? Do you dislike me that much? That you can’t stand to be nice to me for more than twenty-four hours straight?”

“Oh like you’re much better.” He retorted, following me into the empty kitchen. “You can’t seem to look at me in any other way than in disgust except when I do something for you. Like I couldn’t possibly be good enough to stand in your vicinity.”

“Oh please.” I dumped the water and almost threw the bucket back into the supply closet. Chris was right on my tail. 

“You know it’s true too. Just when I think it’s safe, you give me one of those looks that tells me exactly what you’re thinking.” I was desperate for something to get me away from him. I looked in all directions, noticing the still full trash by the door waiting to be taken out. Perfect.

“And what am I thinking, Chris?” I asked as I tied the bag and pulled, certain he wouldn’t follow me outside. 

“You know your face gives everything away. I can still read you, even better now. I know when you’re thinking ‘hey, we could be friends’ and then it’s wiped away when I haven’t done anything to you!” He held the back door open, knowing it would lock me out if he let it shut. He continued. “Do you know how that feels? Having done nothing to someone and to know that it will never be good enough to be seen?” 

“Why do you think I made myself invaluable here? Because I was bored?” I brushed past him and ran for the clocking station. I punched in my numbers, seeing the screen turn colors from the strength I didn’t know I had. ‘Clocked Out’ flashed and I ran for the office.

“Why do you keep following me everywhere?!”

“Because I am in physical pain when you walk away from me! I can’t stand it when you do that. And you do it often and it scares me when I can feel my chest collapse with every step that you take.”

Everything stopped. The trees stopped rustling outside. The wind stopped blowing. Like nature gasped and waited, listening for what would happen next.

“Why does it do that? Huh? Why can I feel every crack when you walk out that door? What is wrong with me that being anywhere but near you brings me to my knees? Why can I feel my heart beating in my chest even now?” I didn’t dare turn to face him. I couldn’t. He had taken the wind out of me. 

“What have you done to me?” His voice cracked at his words. My own heartbeat was the only thing I was sure of. And even that was a faint ringing in my ears compared to what was just laid out before me. 

What that the feeling that I had been ignoring this whole time? The voice in my head whispered what I already knew. I heard his footsteps behind me. There we both were, finally standing face to face in the middle of the dining room. His eyes boring holes into mine, desperately seeking any kind of answer to his plea. I found what was left of my voice.

“What?” 

“Why do you consume my every thought? Why is it you that I dream about?” It was that moment that I realized I had been doing the same thing. There was a reason he was always on my mind, a reason that not a day went by without thinking about him. It hit me like a blow to the stomach. 

This time, I let my curiosity win out. I crushed my own lips to his, finally knowing for myself what those lips felt like. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist, encircling me like I might slip away from him. He opened his mouth enough to encourage the same from me, leaving him free to bite my bottom lip in a hungry mess. My own instincts took over as my hands moved from his neck to his hair, pulling enough to make him groan in my mouth. Oh god. 

 He held me there until I felt like I might pass out from lack of oxygen. I let go and pushed him away, stumbling back a few steps. My mind was reeling from the last five minutes, going from his words to the ridiculously addictive quality of those lips. I couldn’t look away from them, as red as they were. I was sure mine were the same.

“This was not what I had in mind when you said you were waiting for me.” He laughed sheepishly, burying his face in his hands. He was cute when he was shy. My own amusement at what had just occured was finally dawning on me. I couldn’t help the fit of giggles that were coming about. He peeked through his fingers at me. 

“What? What are you laughing at?” His smile reached his eyes making them squint, his cheeks still flushed. 

“Nothing! I’m not laughing at anything. I can’t believe what just happened.”

“I can’t either.” He sighed. “Go get your bag so we can go home.” Oh. Right. 

This time, he let me go alone, my footsteps the only sound bouncing off the walls. When I came back, he was sitting at a booth inspecting his hands. His bag was on his shoulders. He looked dazed until he heard my footsteps coming closer and beamed at me as he stood. He reached a hand out towards me. It took me a second to realize what he was doing. I folded mine into his and we headed for those big glass doors. He let go only for me to lock the door and quickly reclaimed my hand, as if it belonged to him now. 

“I guess we have a lot to talk about.” He nudged me with his shoulder as we kicked the gravel on the way to our respective cars. More of the giggles from earlier were coming back.

“Yes, we do. But I can’t form a coherent thought right now. How about we talk tomorrow? Give us time to process and think about what this means? More specifically, me?” He smirked as he grabbed my other hand and stopped me a foot from my car door. 

“Alright, fine. Tomorrow then. We can do breakfast at Felix’s, how’s that? My treat. Call it a date.” He had such hope in his eyes that I couldn’t say no. 

“Only because he knows how to keep a secret. He won’t tell the others.” He nodded in agreement. “And it’s not a date.” His hope deflated. It was my turn to smirk. “Not yet. You’re taking me out to dinner first.”

“Or I could cook for you? I haven’t shown off that particular skill yet.” I raised my brows at him. 

“All to be discussed tomorrow. I promise to keep my mind open, okay?” He dropped my hands and he stepped backwards towards his car, not parked far off.

“Okay. Then I will see you tomorrow then.” I nodded, watching as he turn on his heel and stuffed his hands in his pockets. I opened my own door as he did the same, pulling out shortly after and reliving that kiss the whole drive home.