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[simple-symphonia]

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[effervescentslut]

how you meet | edward cullen

A/N: wowowow after being on Tumblr for 6+ years I would have NEVER imagined my first published writing to this site being Twilight dnvjdfjaskdlmfkl enjoy!! requests are open :)) I will write for Twilight (mainly the Olympic Coven, except Jasper romantically), Star Wars, and Harry Potter

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Reader gets unsolicited attention from teenage boys, swear words

when you moved to forks after spring break because of your dad’s work, you’re unanimously nicknamed new girl™ by all of forks high school’s students

and consequently, you’re the new eye candy for your male peers

Forks boys are, well . . . neanderthals douchebags

the ones you’ve met are egotistical, super immature, and super HORNY

. . . you decide to keep your distance

aNyWaYs

you get smooshed into ap u.s. history

apush, baby, apush HAAAAA

the teacher points you to an empty seat next to some pale blonde dude

he gives off weird kid energy at first but then he politely speaks to you

“i’m jasper. welcome to forks” and gives you an acknowledging nod

his eyes are topaz!!!?? woooooooah that’s so cool is that like a genetic defect or smth??

aaaaand your teacher immediately assigns a PROJECT

a fuckin civil war project

you swear you see jasper’s pupils dilate

you hear a chuckle from behind you

and when you turn around you see a pale dude w a dark brown buzzcut and some blonde girl smirking beside him

you later find out that those are his siblings

his fuckin goofy ass siblings

anyways a few weeks pass

you pop in at your dad’s job @ forks hospital and see him chatting w a fellow physician

yet another pale dude with blonde hair 

JESUS HOW FUCKING MANY ARE THERE

you approach them and your dad embraces you in a hug

“heeeeyyyy sweet pea! how’s it goin’!” 

the doctor he was talking to looks at you fondly

“hello, i’m carlisle cullen” and offers you his hand to shake, which you do

“y/n, carlisle was just inviting us to his house later tonight for some dinner”

dr. hotpants puts his hands in his pockets and humbly grins

“my son jasper tells me you’re his classmate”

oh god he’s one of those pta dads, isn’t he??

“oh, yeah, he’s my partner in history”

he smiles, “that’s wonderful. my wife esme and i would love to have you both over as our guests. it’s not often we have company for dinner. and i’m sure the rest of my children would love to meet you, y/n”

jesus christ how many kids does this guy have?? he looks THIRTY

don’t worry, in the car your dad tells you they’re all adopted lmfao

✰✰later that night✰✰

their house is HUGE jesus fuckin christ

alice knows (well they all know) about you because of jasper

IMMEDIATELY loves you!!

“hi! i’m alice!!!”

WHOLESOME AS FUCK UGH

i’m EVAPORATING. i’m YODELLING. it’s fine :-)

you thought you weren’t gonna make any pals in forks bc of the weird horny teenage specimens but here we are ;-;

alice envelopes you into a tight hug and you, in shock, grasp her arms to acknowledge this affection

your dad’s chillin near carlisle and esme and he’s silently chuckling

oh . . . they all have black eyes now?? must be the weather

or the fluorescence

you wave at jasper, rosalie, and emmett

you notice the last sibling

he’s very handsome

to you, everything about him was attractive

his soft hair contrasted against his hardened facial features

you could tell he was socially reserved when it comes to new acquaintances, just like you

he physically isolates himself from his family once you and your dad arrived

he was standing alone near a corner away from everyone else

you make eye contact with him and his mental barrier breaks down

he loses his cool

his face contorts

his lips twist into puckered lines

he claps his hand over his mouth and vacates the room immediately, running up the stairs

everyone notices his sudden departure

his family is shocked but tbh not really

✰✰✰ eddy boy is a lil shy around girls sometimes ✰✰✰

carlisle breaks the impending doom of silence

“i apologize for edward leaving us so abruptly. he hasn’t been feeling well as of late; please excuse his absence. . .”

you awkwardly pretend like that never happened

you feel it in your gut that your presence disturbed him

and not only did you disturb him

but you disturbed him so bad that he had to leave

for why?? you don’t know

you then realize that everyone else in the room knows he left bc of you

. . . anyway you all sit down at the table but you and your dad are the only ones who have plates

your dad notices this too

“hey, aren’t you guys gonna eat too?”

esme grins warmly at him

“oh, don’t worry about us. we just wanted to welcome you to town!”

uhhh, ok ma’am

alice talks to you for almost the entire time you were eating ;-; i love her

you’re also talking to jasper, cracking some apush jokes

you, jasper, emmett, and rosalie talk shit about your classmates and teacher

“why the fuck -- *carlisle glares at emmett* -- heck did mr. whatshisface give us a project RIGHT AFTER BREAK???!!”

“and he paired y/n and jasper!! they’re civil war  n e r d s!! they’re gonna get the best grade” rosalie chimes in

“not if we--”

alice  ❀politely❀  tells them to stfu

you giggle

bonding with your new pals <33

allllllright so it’s a few days later

you’re walking home from school

it’s drizzling, as always, but you know that it’s gonna rain harder if you don’t get home fast enough

and some asshole

some persistent prick from your class

keeps flirting with you

he’s talking about how he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since you came to forks

he’s insisting he has your phone number, that he’s gonna take you out on dates. . .

you hate it

you’re so uncomfortable but you can’t really do anything about it

s u d d e n l y

a car pulls up beside where you and the guy are walking on the sidewalk and screeches to a stop

the window is rolled down and you see a familiar face

it’s edward cullen

with one hand on the wheel, he looks at both of you and clenches his jaw

“get in”

even though he was undeniably weird a few weeks ago, you concede

you never got to speak to him, but you knew that edward was trustworthy

you practically launch yourself into his silver volvo c30™

he shoots a stone-cold glare to the jackass on the sidewalk and drives away

honestly, it wouldn’t take much for anyone (not just a mind-reading vampire) to know how uncomfortable you are after what just happened with that guy

your body language is tense

your arms are crossed tightly

your body is pointed towards the passenger window as your knees touch the door

tears are welling up in your eyes

it would be mere seconds until you fully broke down

you’re embarrassed, to say the least

you’re embarrassed that you were put in a vulnerable situation, like a damsel in distress

and of all people, the handsome and mysterious guy--

the handsome and mysterious guy you began crushing on

--who feels seemingly indifferent towards you swept you off your feet and helped you when you needed someone

that made things even more embarrassing

and the tears started streaming down your heated cheeks

edward immediately sensed your unease (hmm wonder why, but also who wouldn’t sense it???)

he’s pissed. 

absolutely livid

that asshole had a  d e a t h w i s h

he knew you didn’t want to address your unsolicited encounter, so . . .

*awkwardly clears throat* “are you enjoying the weather?”

you choked

you did not expect him to ask that

nor did you expect him to talk at. all.

you smile through your tears and laugh

you can’t help but laugh

he’s just so awkward and cute

his half-baked plan of indirectly distracting you definitely worked

you started to excitedly talk about the rain and how much you love gloomy, cloudy days

. . . and then the elephant in the room

the inevitable first impression from a few days ago

“i’m sorry for my behavior from our first meeting. i wasn’t feeling well, and i wouldn’t have wanted for you or your father to be affected by my illness”

you’re a little skeptical at first

buuuuut you give him the benefit of the doubt and dismiss his apology

“that’s okay. it’s allergy season, anyway. i’m glad you’re feeling better”

you have no idea how bad i wanted to make a spanish flu joke right there

a small, soft smile lifts the corners of his lips “i’m edward cullen”

you look at him and return the smile

t h e  t e a s i n g  e n e r g y

“i’m y/n”

the car approaches your house after time seems to have flown by

your dad looks at you both as he walks to his car to go to work

he waves at edward

edward smiles and waves back at him as he enters the car

you gratefully thank edward for the ride, careful not to dwell on the prior circumstances

as you open the passenger door, edward grabs your wrist

!!he grabs your wrist!!

he insists on being your ride to and from school from now on

you object and exit the car

but

b u t

edward smirks, leaning towards the open door

“i’ll see you in the morning, y/n” 

your jaw drops

and then he closes the door and speeds off

you watch him drive away and your heartbeat becomes arrhythmic 

a garden of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach

blood rushes to your cheeks once more

you smile to yourself before heading inside

secretly anticipating tomorrow morning :’)

[inber]

Ride It - Geralt x Reader OS

Heard y’all like yourself thigh riding as a kink. And by heard I mean it’s been in my asks more than once, lol. This is a quick lil’ smut romp for those of you that dream of our thicc boye’s legs at night. Fic/Song title is Meg Mac - ‘Ride It’. Enjoy! Not my gif.

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier are hitting the town for a night of drink and delirium. You’re a small tavern-keep with a daydream. A perfect storm brews. Pairings: Geralt x Reader, Jaskier is here (and is a jerk) Warnings: Adult. Smut. Thigh riding. Drug use (Witcher)/Dub!con (m) sorta (You’ll see what I mean, but if it’s a sensitive topic at all, skip this). Intoxication. Messy (f) orgasm. Bit of fluff, a glimmer of angst if you squint. Growly Ger’. Word Count: 1618. Short n’ sweet. Tags: @persephonehemingway​ @xmother-mortemx​ @alwayshave-faith​ @alliyjane​ @stretchkingblog97​ @p3nny4urth0ught5​ @geeksareunique​ @didi0666​ @tigers-pat​ @asgardianangelo​ @thefangirlsblog​ @agniavateira​ @superkamigurudende​ @i-am-sarah​ @punkrogers-jerkbarnes​ @deansbbysblog​ @mary-ann84​ @khaleesi-provenance​ @locht3ssmonster​ @thatonesebstanfan​ @afterthenightprevails​ @saint-hardy​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @goldensilvan​ @hina-chans-stuff​ @salaveenas-personal-blog​ @elsassnowflake​ @msmimimerton​ @delightfully-anonymous​ @uncoolcloudyhead​ @buggy-blogs​ @magic-and-the-macabre​ @chook007​ - if you’d like to be added to my taglist, send me an ask!

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Geralt is wearing the pants.

To be fair, he has no idea what power the pants have over you. He doesn’t know that you’ve been eyeing off the exaggerated, reinforced seam that runs down each leg at the centre vertically, imagining how the textured black fabric and the warmth of his tense thigh would feel against your cunt.

Perhaps if he knew, he wouldn’t wear them so often.

It’s a night for celebration; both Geralt and Jaskier had tumbled into your inn towards the middle of the night, already on the wagon to sloshed-ville, a stolen mug still gripped in the bard’s fingers as they made their weaving way to the bar. They were bickering about something to do with Roach getting to eat before Jaskier. Regardless of their jabs at one another, you could feel the ease radiate from them, and you’d felt warmed; in all the years that they’d frequented your tavern, you’d probably only seen Geralt smile twice.

Tonight he was grinning. Tonight he was wearing the pants.

“We’ve coin to spend and you’ve mouths to drink with, so what say you, new friends?” Jaskier had addressed the small crowd of regulars in a joyful yodel, and in no time at all there was a little uproar of a shindig unfolding. You kept busy because the free-flowing food and drink was excellent business for you, and because it meant you would not stare at the Witcher.

They came to your little establishment again and again because Jaskier insisted that you cooked the best chicken and leek pies he’d ever had the privilege of putting in his mouth, and because he liked that you shared his fondness for vintage wines and exotic liquors. Geralt simply went where there was food and ale, but in time even he engaged in occasional banter with you. How could you not feel butterflies when he focused the weight of his leonine stare upon you?

Jaskier was playing at song-bird the first night you’d noticed the pants. You were daydreaming, staring at Geralt, who was facing the stage and unconsciously moving his right leg to the fast-tempo beat of the song. Captivated, you’d thought of the powerful whip of his muscle beneath the fabric, and had wondered what it would feel like to just sit in his lap. When he’d noticed you staring, you’d felt washed with heat like a lick of summer sunshine, and had flitted to the kitchen to hide, busying yourself with washing dishes to occupy your wandering mind.

And on this night, with Jaskier boasting the success of a show that paid him far too much coin, and a hunt that saw Geralt’s pockets heavy, they were intent on starting a two-man riot in your well-kept place.

You’d taken Jaskier’s arm, confused about Geralt’s demeanour. You’d never seen him so freely expressing his emotions; he laughed at jokes, drunk deeply of liquor, and applauded when a man performed a clumsy jig to the chorus of a lewd song that you had no doubt the bard was responsible for writing.

“I uh, found this… elixir in his bag.” Jaskier confesses, trying his best shy-schoolboy smile on you, “It said ‘happiness’ on the label. I was curious, so I…” He shrugs, “I dripped a bit into his ale.”

“You drugged him?!” You hiss incredulously, gripping the bard’s upper arm hard enough to leave imprints of your disappointed fingerprints.

“Ow-ow! Leave off, woman!” He swats you away, even as you glower. “He hasn’t been sleeping, okay? Hasn’t done much more than grunt in over a week. And look how happy he is now!”

Geralt is attempting to balance a spoon on the tip of his nose as others at the table copy, the clink of the silverware making you cradle your face in your hand. Gods above.

Jaskier winks and returns to the party, and you make a mental note to put a live toad in his bed tonight. As the festivities trickle into the late hours, patrons stumble out of the inn, eventually thinning the crowd to the two original merry-making men and yourself. You’d started drinking to cope with the chaos, and found yourself now in the grasp of a pleasant tipsiness. Jaskier is slumped over the table, passed out from an excess of wine and exhaustion. Geralt is still awake, seeming rather lucid, albeit languid and loose with his movements, sipping from his cup. Witcher stamina, you suppose, or maybe Jaskier’s ‘happiness’ elixir. Sighing at the thought, you slink over to keep him company.

“May I get’cha anything—oop!” You trip over someone’s lost shoe, and he reaches out to steady you with his massive hands, the both of you giggling. Standing over him, you grin. “Thanks. Anything you need?”

“No.” Geralt murmurs, glancing at Jaskier, “Unless you have a wheelbarrow to cart that lump upstairs.”

“Actually,” You muse, helpfully, “I do have one out the back, I’ll just—”

Geralt stops you by gripping your wrist, but you’ve turned already, and the awkward momentum makes you lose balance again. You start with a sound and fall into his chest, surprised, and ultimately end up in a position that has featured in so many of your daydreams; his legs are splayed wide, and you’re astride one massive thigh, his hands holding you for balance.

He can’t miss the way your pulse picks up in your breast, or the way your lips part to allow for a bite of air, sucked in sharp. He certainly can’t miss the soak of your arousal between your legs as he breathes in, and you see his cat-like pupils dilate, ebony devouring gold. There’s a tense moment where neither of you move, trying to understand how best to navigate this, but then he clenches the muscle of his leg and shifts you slightly forward, towards him.

That wonderful seam licks right up the centre of your aching cunt and you moan lasciviously without intending to, pressing your pelvis down, arching the small of your back. He responds to your reaction with a snarl that tapers into a purr, his fingers slinking to your backside to knead the supple flesh there. Unable to help yourself, you rock once, feeling the pulse in your clit, the rush of blood; his pants already have a wet spot on them.

And then you remember the ‘happiness’. Damn it.

“Geralt,” You gasp, stilling, unwilling to take advantage of him, even as your body screams traitor, “Jaskier—”

“Drugged me earlier.” He rasps, pulling you forward again with a more forceful grip. You bite off a squeal. “Wore off hours ago.”

“But you…?” You’re panting, and at his urging, you begin to purposefully grind in a rhythm against his flexing thigh, that wonderful seam stroking you as you do, as he watches you like a lord of legend, his posture princely, as you take your pleasure from the strength of him. It feels incredible.

“I didn’t want to be a Witcher tonight.” He whispers, and somewhere in your lust-haze, you understand. He could pretend. It was an excuse to let go, and he is giving you permission to use him to do the same.

The rawness of it strikes you, and you find his mouth; he kisses you and draws fevered groans from your lungs, swallowing them like honey-mead, toying with your tongue as you buck in his grasp. Your fingers fist the fabric of his shirt and when you break for breath, you’re openly mewling, the long column of your throat exposed as you throw your head back and ride his thigh and those blessed pants with short, frantic thrusts of your hips, using your bare feet as purchase on the floor. His eyes are lighthouses of delight, focused upon you in your tempest, guiding you as the waves begin to crest and your sweat-licked body threatens to shudder apart. Your cunt is dressing his leg in wet slick, the dark fabric obscenely decorated with the frenzy and scent of you.

“Come for me, darling thing,” He tempts at your ear in the willow-bark rasp of his voice, “Come apart, feel me beneath you, fuck my flesh and let go.”

You’re the tight horse-hair of a violin bow, twisted and twisted in tension, every snapping synapse in your nerve-fucked body an orchestral hum, and he, your conductor, coaxes the crescendo from you. When you come it’s like a suspension of time, the shattering of clocks and hairline fractures in dresser-mirrors; you think you might be screaming but you don’t know, think you might have torn his shirt but you don’t know. The orgasmic clench of your cunt is a metronome rhythm for him to write his symphony, and he holds you as you jerk and gasp and wash his shaking thigh with your release, the wetness dripping from the underside of the chair. That seam is your anchor and your tail-wind at the same time; the roughness of it tortures your clit, begs every sensibility from you until you have nothing left but the bones of your shipwreck scattered across the jagged rocks of his person, the chant of his name the last wind of your sails.

The entire time, he purrs.

You slump forward, and he shifts his hands when strength fails you, holding you against his huge chest. You feel lax and fluid and feathery, like spiderwebs caught on a lazy breeze. The steady, slow drum of his pulse on your heated cheek soothes you, returns you to reality, and you smile at the sensation of his fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You finally confess, drunk on the lewd fuckery of it all more so than the wine you’ve consumed.

Softly, he hmms, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Why do you think I chose to wear these pants today?”

The look on your face makes him laugh, and you can’t help but join him.

[vanilla107]

You got me feeling like a Psycho

Hey everyone!

My first ever Trolls fanfiction and it just so happens to be a rare pair! I adored Trolls (2016) but never really prioritized to write for it but when Trolls World Tour came out...that love for the first movie came rushing back. The movie made me really happy while in quarantine and I hope that this fanfic made you a little happier too.

I'm a HUGE Red Velvet fan and when I saw the announcement for them to be in the second movie I LOST MY COLLECTIVE SHIT. Even though the interactions with Tresillo and Wani are low, I loved their banter and this fanfic sorta happened. I added in a few Red Velvet concepts in the fic itself so if you see one, leave a comment or a like! I definitely added that Wani was the more fluent one in this fic as Wendy, the woman who voiced Wani, is the most fluent in Red Velvet!

I do plan on writing a Broppy one shot a little later so you can expect to see that in the next couple weeks.

Please stay safe!

Songs used in this fic:

Taki Taki - DJ Snake, Cardi B, Selena Gomez and Ozuna

Psycho (reloaded remix) - Red Velvet

Zimzalabim - Red Velvet

Like I’m gonna lose you - Meghan Trainor

Part Two/ A03 ***

Wani giggled as she splashed Baby Bun with water, the pink haired troll grinning before splashing her back.

It was one of the hottest days of the year and almost all the trolls from around the land were in the lake that separated Vibe City and Lonesome Flats. Everyone was taking a dip in the cool water and she couldn’t help but sigh in contempt.

It had been about a month since all the trolls accepted that they were different and were now living in harmony.

It was absolute bliss.

It felt so much nicer to talk to other trolls about music and sharing their own genres than keeping it to themselves and because of it, they had all made new friends. The k-pop gang were pretty close with Queen Poppy and Branch since they were a subculture of Pop itself and it made sense to vibe to the same music but Kim-Petit had become friends with Prince D, Baby Bun was friends with one of the rock trolls and Ari and Gomdori often hung out with the techno trolls as well as the classical trolls.

Wani wiggled her feet in the water before swimming to the banks of the lake and hopping out and sitting down on her towel. She was so caught up in making sure the transition for the k-pop gang went smoothly that she didn’t have much time to focus on friends of her own. Despite most of them being able to speak basic English, she was the more fluent speaker and after ensuring that they were all settled in, she could relax.

She put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, the sun making her glossy chrome skin sparkle.

“Oh that’s bright!” a familiar voice teased and she grinned as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head and angled her head to look at Tresillo.

“Hey Tracy! How’s it going?” she grinned and he rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“On the hottest day of the year? Just cooling ourselves off,” he said and gestured to his friends in the water, “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure, take a seat.”

Even though the k-pop gang had a mutual respect for the reggaeton trolls, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t tease each other from time to time like they had before Queen Barb’s initial reign of rock. With their subcultures being the smallest next to the yodellers, it felt natural for them to gravitate towards each other.

“Where you goin’ after this Wani?”

“Uh, home?” she said with a shrug.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked and stared at her incredulously.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it’s the Summer Song Dance Party tonight! Everyone’s gonna be there!”

For the first time ever, Wani felt nervous. She was planning on skipping the party because she didn't want to be alone.

“I didn’t get an invite,” she lied and she saw the troll chuckle before pulling out a flyer from his bag next to him and giving it to her.

“Open invitation. Everyone’s going and it’s going to be fire.”

“Oh wow, this has Poppy’s decorating skills all over it,” she giggled, handing him back the flyer and shaking the glitter from her fingers.

“Yeah, you know how she is with her glitter. So you’re coming right?”

“What’s with all the questions? Tryna get something out of me?” she hummed.

“I just...” he hesitated before sighing, “I can see you’re lonely Wani.”

Her body froze and she forced a smile a second later.

“What? No, I’m perfectly-”

“Wani don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching how you’ve helped your other k-pop trolls talk to everyone else but you were so worried about them that you don’t really have any friends yet.”

“I have friends!” Wani said defensively.

“Okay, name one troll other than Poppy, Branch and the k-pop gang that’s your friend.”

“You?” Wani said slowly and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, “What? Did you seriously not expect me to consider you one of my friends?” she asked.

“Well I can’t say I’m not happy but...” he said, avoiding her gaze, “But you definitely need more than that so let me help you tonight. I’ll introduce you to some trolls and by the end, you’ll know almost everyone.”

“But-”

“No buts! You are going to make more friends! Now c’mon, the others are packing up and are getting ready to go.”

“Okay fine,” Wani groaned but her stomach was doing flips.

Maybe this would be a good opportunity to make new friends after all.

***

“Ohhh, Wani you are going to turn a certain somebody’s head tonight!” Baby Bun teased, her Korean flowing effortlessly and the blue troll sighed deeply as she look at herself in the mirror.

“I never should’ve told you guys that Tresillo is helping me tonight.”

“Yeah, like ‘helping’ is the word I’d use,” Ari giggled as she did her hair at the vanity.

“It’s really no big deal! You guys are making this small thing a huge deal-”

“Oh come on Wani! You like him!” Kim-Petit said with a smirk and she narrowly dodged a pillow the blue troll had thrown.

“Respect your elders!” Wani yelled and the rest of them burst into laughter.

“Wani, chill. You know we’re just teasing,” Gomdori said as she put her hands on the troll’s and lead her to the vanity and sat her down.

“Besides, we know why he’s taking you out specifically, to make new friends, which is very sweet of him,” Baby Bun nodded and handed Gomdori a clip that she slid into the blue troll’s hair.

“Yeah, you deserve some down time after helping us settle in,” Ari agreed and they all stepped back to admire their work on Wani’s hair.

“But just so you know, if you did like him we would be thrilled-” began Kim Petit.

“Okay, let’s go to this party!” Wani yelled, desperate to get them to stop talking about Tresillo.

***

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Pop Village and their jaws dropped.

“Are...are we late?” Ari asked, looking at the huge pit of trolls of all shapes and colours jumping up and down to some of King Trollex’s beats.

“Nope, you’re right on time!” a familiar voice said and Wani grinned.

“Tracy, this doesn’t look on time,” she said, gesturing to the area packed with trolls.

“Pop trolls know how to party, I’ll give ‘em that. Now c’mon, I got some friends to introduce you too.”

“What about my friends-?”

“Wani, just go!” Gomdori said in English, and Wani smiled at how fluent she sounded.

“Okay, okay! Bye girls!”

The two of them walked away and Baby Bun turned to face the rest of the k-pop gang.

“How much do you want to bet they’ll get together by the end of the night?”

They all laughed and headed towards the dance floor.

On the sidelines of the dance floor, there were designated ‘chill’ spaces with bean bags and chairs were Tresillo introduced Wani to Hickory.

“This is Hickory. A yodeller but lover of country,” Tresillo said.

“Oh, you’re the other bounty hunter!” she said, remembering that he never showed up for the meeting with Queen Barb.

“Yep, but I don’t do that anymore. Just me n’ the music I love,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah, guess we’re like a band of bounty hunters all reformed, huh?” Wani said with a laugh and Hickory grinned.

“Yeah, guess you could say that. Oh and have you had anything to drink yet? I should warn you that once you get on the dance floor...it’s easy to stay there for two hours or more because the set list is incredible.”

“No...is there a drink bar?” Wani asked and Tresillo nodded before pointing to one not too far away from them.

“They’re scattered all over the area so that the queues aren’t too long. Wani, you want something?” Tresillo asked.

She smiled gratefully and nodded before he made his way to the drink bar.

As the reggaeton troll stood in the queue, Hickory turned to the k-pop troll and gave her a knowing smile.

“So how long have you two been a couple?” he asked and her eyes widened.

“We- no. We aren’t a couple-”

“Well, I can see that you like him darlin’.”

“You are assuming things-”

“Wani, I’ve known you for less than half an hour and I can see your heart leaking out your chest for that guy. Now what’s stopping you?”

She was quiet for a while before answering him. There was no use in lying to him and maybe...he had some advice.

“I do like him but...it just feels fast...and it feels like everyone’s pressuring me to get together with him and...I don’t know if I like him because I like him like that or if I like him just because he’s nice to me and talks to me.”

“And have you told him that?”

“Well I don’t know if he likes me.”

“Let’s me tell you a secret. If a troll gives you the attention he’s currently giving you then you do have his attention. So do what you can now to set a boundary and see where it goes. There’s no harm in tryin’.”

“I’m feeling nervous now,” she groaned.

“I’m not saying you have to do anything about it right away. I’m just sayin’ the faster you set a boundary, the better because...let’s just say Tresillo is popular amongst some trolls here,” he chuckled before motioning to the juice bar.

Wani followed his eyes and landed on Tresillo and a country troll laughing with him. She felt acid in her stomach as a rock troll squeezed his shoulder, getting awfully close.

“Oh.”

“ I’m just sayin’ Wani. If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.”

“But...but I don’t even know yet. What if I just like him for being a good friend?”

“You will know. Currently you’re just trying to settle into this new mishmash of genres and that’s okay. Your heart will know when the time is right. Now, forget about your worries and enjoy your evening. Remember...if you want your own questions answered, you have to ask them.”

Tresillo came back with their drinks a few minutes later and gave Wani her one. She peered into it, the blue pieces of fruit floating on top.

“Well this looks interesting...”

“You never told me which one you wanted so I chose what I thought fit your personality,” smiled the reggaeton troll.

“Oh really? Well let’s see how well you know me,” Wani smirked before taking a sip.

Her eyes widened in surprise and took another sip before humming in approval.

“I think that’s a winner Tresillo!” Hickory nodded, “What flavour is it anyway?”

“Blue Crush.”

At his answer Wani choked on the drink, her eyes tearing up and she coughed. She felt Hickory place a hand on her shoulder and Tresillo pat her back.

“Woah, slow down there,” murmured the reggaeton troll.

“Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe,” she lied and he laughed before turning to Hickory and resuming the conversation.

While she occasionally laughed and added to the conversation, Wani’s mind was racing.

Blue Crush? Is he trying to hint that he has a crush on me? No...that’s ridiculous! It’s just a drink! A really tasty one!

“Wani? Wani!”

Tresillo’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, lost in thought!”

“Well that’s not good. I think we need to get you on the dance floor!” he said with a smirk and she nodded enthusiastically.

“You two enjoy it. I’m going to stay here for a little longer before going back,” Hickory said and they made their way to the dance floor.

While dancing, Tresillo introduced her to other trolls. Soon she was losing count of everyone she had met and their names after five songs. She was relieved when she saw Poppy and Branch dancing and grabbed the reggaeton troll’s hand and made her way over to them.

“Poppy! Branch!” she yelled and the couple perked up at her voice.

“Wani! Tresillo! How are you finding the Summer Song Dance Party?” Poppy asked as she did a twirl.

“It’s great! Wanna dance together?” Wani asked and Poppy nooded before she grabbed her hand, and using her pink hair, catapulted them to a platform that overlooked the dance floor.

King Trollex noticed them and grinned, playing a new song that the two trolls could dance too.

“Attention everybody! Let me see your hands up!” he yelled into his microphone and the trolls screamed enthusiastically as he began to build up for the beat drop.

“You read to throw down?” Poppy laughed.

“Not without us!” Branch said as he landed on the same platform with Tresillo and they all laughed before jumping together as the beat dropped.

“Wooo!” Poppy yelled as the song ended and King Trollex took a bow before Queen Barb took over the DJ station.

“What up everyone!? How we feeling tonight?” she yelled and she was greeted with applause and screams.

“Now I’d usually start playing some hard rock but...I notice four trolls on a platform just a little above me and I think...this calls for a dance off!” she yelled and Wani froze in place as a large spotlight was directed at them.

“W-What?!” she said, panic rising in her.

“How does that sound trolls?” Barb asked, her smile pearly white and the screams were even louder.

“Yeah! Let’s do this Branch!” Poppy said but was interrupted by Barb.

“How about...boys against girls?” Barb asked and the screams were deafening, “Looks like the crowd has made up their mind!”

“I...I don’t know if I can do this-” Wani said nervously.

“You’ll be great Wani! You’re a great dancer! C’mon I’m on your side!” Poppy said, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“I mean...if you forfeit then we win by default...” Tresillo said, a lazy smile on his face and that was enough for Wani to grab Poppy by the hand.

“Poppy, we’re winning this! Now!” she said determinedly and Poppy swung them off the platform and down to the dance floor.

A circle was made for them to dance and Branch and Tresillo joined.

“Okay everyone! May the best dancers win!” Barb yelled and she began to play a medley of genres causing the crowd to go nuts.

Poppy and Wani started first, moving their bodies elegantly to a classical remix before Branch and Tresillo took over with an infectious pop song. Wani glared at Tresillo, her competitive spirit getting the better of her and proceeded to dance her heart out.

It was bringing back memories of when they had their first dance off all those months ago, when they needed Branch to find Queen Poppy to give Barb the pop string.

Tresillo only winked at her and she rolled her eyes. From where they were standing, Branch and Tresillo looked like they were going to win. She needed to think fast.

She grabbed Poppy’s hand and gave her a nod and the pink troll grinned before they did a cartwheel into a split as the beat ended and the crowd went wild.

“Wow...that was some crazy dancing but who’s the winner?” Barb asked and protests came from the crowd, “Okay looks like we need a tie breaker! Wani and Tresillo! You two will be the tie breaker!”

Wani got nervous all over again but she looked at the reggaeton troll and he gave her an encouraging nod before she took centre stage with Tresillo.

“You ready to lose?” he asked with a grin.

“In your dreams!” she scoffed but her jaw dropped when a reggaeton song started playing.

Báilame como si fuera la última vez

Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé

Un besito bien suavecito, bebé

Taki taki, taki taki, ¡rumba!

“Woah, how is this fair?! He’s a reggaeton troll!” she yelled but Tresillo just laughed.

“Just dance baby!” he said before busting into a series of fluid movements earning applause from the audience.

She joined in, earning screams of encouragement from Poppy and the k-pop trolls.

“Destroy him!” Baby Bun yelled in Korean and Wani couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’d she say?” Tresillo asked and she laughed more as she danced.

“It’s nothing!” she laughed and before she knew it the song had ended.

“Well that was quite a performance but let’s end this with one more song!” Barb yelled and the familiar notes of a song hit Wani’s ears.

She immediately started dancing, the song flowing through her and she heard the k-pop trolls behind her sing along to the lyrics.

You got me feeling like a psycho psycho

우릴 보고 말해 자꾸 자꾸

다시 안 볼 듯 싸우다가도

붙어 다니니 말야

이해가 안 간대

웃기지도 않대

맞아 Psycho psycho

서로 좋아 죽는 바보 바보

너 없인 어지럽고 슬퍼져

기운도 막 없어요

둘이 잘 만났대

Hey now we’ll be ok!

Wani danced her heart out and when she heard that it was a remix, she free-styled a few moves causing the crowd to go insane.

As she did a spin, she briefly made eye contact with Tresillo and-

He wasn’t dancing.

He was staring at her and has a small smile on his face as he watched.

She felt her heart squeeze as she finished the final move right in front of him, her hand on her hip as she whispered the last word.

“Psycho...”

The crowd burst into applause and Barb grinned as she raised the microphone to her mouth.

“Since Wani’s applause was louder, she has officially won the dance battle! Congrats!”

Poppy squealed and lifted the k-pop troll into a hug.

“Wani! That was incredible!” she said as she put her down.

“Yeah, great job.” Branch said sulkily and Poppy gave him a playful shove.

“Thanks but I can’t say anything because Tracy didn’t dance!” Wani said with a snort and the reggaeton troll rolled his eyes.

“I was stunned okay. It’s not my fault you’re an excellent dancer.”

“Thank you,” Wani said softly, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

Before they could say anything else, Barb played the first few chords of a rock song on her guitar and the dance floor immediately was swamped once more.

Wani managed to squeeze her way out of the dance floor after a few minutes and headed towards the juice bar, only to find Tresillo there already, holding two cups.

“I figured you’d need this after that dance battle,” he said as he handed her the cup and she smiled gratefully.

The music was loud and as the two of them sat down at the chill section, Wani was approached by trolls she had never met before, all introducing themselves.

"Hi! You are an amazing dancer!"

"Hey, you did great out there! You dance so fluidly!"

"Woah, can you teach us some of the dance moves?"

Tresillo watched her easily make friends and he grinned as she finished her juice. He gestured to her.

You want another one?

She nodded and he headed back to the juice bar.

When he got back, Wani seemed to have more trolls around her and when she saw him, she leapt off the beanbag.

“Thanks everyone for the great time but I think the sore loser needs some cheering up,” she teased and the group of trolls giggled at him.

He was about to object because he did not need cheering up when she grabbed his hand and walked up one of the hills.

“Look Miss Popular, I do not need cheering up-”

“I know. I just wanted to spend some time with you,” she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

“Wait but you are here to make more friends-”

“-And I think I have enough for one night,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the group of trolls that were hanging around her previously in the chill area.

“Oh...I guess you’re right. Looks like all you needed to do was win a dance battle to get your name out there,” he nodded and they sat down, overlooking the whole party.

“I mean I’ve forgotten half of their names but I’ll get there eventually. I already have lunch plans with Barb and Poppy on Tuesday, a house party invite from a country troll and got invited to a Mix Off from Prince C,” she said with a cheeky smile.

She sipped her juice and they collapsed into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks for tonight Tresillo. I really appreciate you going out of your way to make me feel like I belong here.”

“Aye, it’s no problem. Us subculture trolls need to stick together and get more people liking our music aight?” he said with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Definitely.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“What did the song you dance to mean? I mean I heard bits of English like ‘psycho’ and ‘we’ll be okay’ but I don’t know the meaning and I was wondering if you could explain.”

Wani set her cup down and looked down at the grass beneath them, her face getting warm.

“It’s a love song-” she said softly and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“-But you’re saying ‘you got me feeling like a psycho'...Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Let me finish!” Wani said and bumped him on his shoulder.

She hummed for a minute and looked at the stars in the sky.

“The song talks about a relationship where two lovers, whose love is constantly being perceived as toxic and crazy by other individuals, admit that their love is special and strange; as though one minute they’re about to break each other and the next, they makeup. They say that they are beautiful and sad, like the moon and river. That they feel dizzy and sad without each other like all their energy has been sucked out of them. And because they are together, that they are also often seen as psychos to those individuals.”

“Okay I didn’t know k-pop could get that deep,” Tresillo said, holding his hand to his heart and she laughed.

“Yeah, you’re missing out! But to be fair there is a song called Zimalabim and...let’s just say it became a bit of a meme in the k-pop community,” she said as she demonstrated the dance and song.

“What does Zimzalabim even mean?”

“Theories range from Zim, Zala and Bim being three trickster demons to those words being used as magical words like Abracadabra. In all honestly, I’m not even sure anymore.”

“Okay now that’s weird!”

“You can’t judge because what does ‘Taki Taki’ even mean?” she enquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh...it doesn’t really mean anything-”

“Ha!”

“But there’s been hints to uh...explicit things?” he struggled, blushing.

Wani stared at him before laughing and soon they were laughing together at their genres. They settled into a silence again and Wani felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. Hickory’s words were echoing through her mind.

If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.

“Tresillo...I need to tell you something,” she said and he turned t look at her.

“Wow, no nickname? Must be serious,” he teased and she shushed him, her heart pounding.

“I...I was really nervous about tonight. I knew that the party was happening but I wasn’t planning to go until you asked me. I can’t thank you enough for making me come with you,” she said quickly, cursing that she completely avoided the real thing she wanted to tell him.

“It’s no problem. I wanted you to be happy and now you’re the life of the party,” he chuckled.

“Yeah it’s just...” she sighed and turned her whole body so that she was facing him directly.

“Look this might be a big mistake but...I think I like you. Like more than a friend but I’m terrified of messing up what we have now. And I don’t know if I like you because I actually really do like you or if it’s because you’re just nice to me.”

He looked at her, surprise written on his face before asking, “Is that why you choked on your juice earlier?”

“What? No! Yes! Maybe! You said it was Blue Crush flavour and I’m blue and I thought you were giving my subliminal messages!” she yelled, her face going bright red and he laughed.

“Okay...well if I told you I liked you too...what would you say to that?” he asked, his voice low and sending shivers down her spine.

“I...I would be really happy and relieved that you feel the same way but...I need you to know that I’ll probably set boundaries. I don’t want to seem like I’m leading you on but I need those boundaries.”

Her heart was thudding in her chest. This was what scared her the most.

“Boundaries? Like what?”

“Like...you’re going to have to be super patient with me on PDA and I’m not ready for a lot of relationship things...I guess I just wanted to ‘shoot my shot’ with you so that no other troll go you before I had a chance.”

He was quiet.

“So...you’re saying that you’re confessing you like me now because you thought that some other troll would catch my eye?”

“I mean...you have trolls grabbing you left and right! I saw those rock and country trolls at the juice bar getting close with you! And you’re attractive, a great dancer and your Spanish is so lovely to listen to and-” Wani stopped herself when she saw him smirking at her.

“You repeat this to anyone and you’re dead,” she threatened but he just chuckled.

“Wani, I’ve only had eyes for you for a long time. Sure other trolls and nice but you...you are...something else entirely. An ethereal something else and if those boundaries make you feel more comfortable...then I’m willing to do that for as long as it takes.”

“Even if it takes me a year to kiss you?”

“Wait, I seriously have to wait that long?” he asked, horror on his face before taking a deep breath, “Okay, okay I guess I can try-”

“-Nah, I’m just kidding about that,” she giggled, threading her hand through his and planted a kiss on his now intertwined hand, “But I might be really nervous at first so just...wait for me okay?”

“Okay,” he said lightly kissed her cheek, “Can I put my arm around you?”

Wani gave him a smile so bright, he thought he’s seen the sun and she cuddled up next to him.

The two watched the party from the hill and when Poppy called for a slow song to play, Wani stood up and offered her hand.

“I...I thought you wanted to take thing slow? You want us to slow dance in front of everyone?”

“I was thinking slow dancing right here.”

He took her hand and she pulled him close as the familiar notes of a love song echoed around them.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

“This must’ve been hard for you. Admitting you like someone is scary,” he murmured.

“It was at first but I knew it would hurt me more if I didn’t say anything and...”

“And what?”

“You’re worth it Tracy,” she giggled and for a minute, he thought his heart was going to burst.

“I...I don’t know if I would’ve had that much confidence,” he admitted.

“Really? But you’re one of the smoothest trolls I know.”

“Being smooth around people is one thing but being smooth and brave enough to admit that I care about someone...that’s different.”

“Hmmm I’d like to think you would’ve done something if another troll tried to shoot their shot with me,” Wani said confidently.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

I’m gonna love you

Like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna hold you

Like I’m saying goodbye

“So what do your friends think of this? Did you tell them about this plan before?”

“They knew I liked you but-”

“Ha! I told you they were going to end up together before the end of the evening! Branch owes me big time!”

Ari’s voice shattered the atmosphere and Wani turned to see the k-pop trolls grinning at her a few metres away.

“You made a bet?” she yelled and they burst into a fit of giggles.

“Enjoy your evening Wani! We’ll talk when we get home!” Kim-Petit yelled as they ran away.

“Those little demons,” the k-pop troll huffed and Tresillo grinned.

“They just love you. Now are you going to dance with me or keep complaining about your friends?”

He let out a yelp when she dipped him and gazed into his eyes.

“Dance with you obviously.”

And they danced for the rest of the evening, their laughter filling the space and their feelings no longer a secret.

It felt great to have set boundaries with Tresillo and he respected it which made it even better.

He didn’t complain when they didn’t hold hands walking back to her house and when it was time to say goodnight, he was expecting a hug.

He never expected a kiss on the cheek from her and he melted immediately when she kissed him.

“You are going to have to warn me when you do that,” he whispered, breathless.

“Sorry, guess it is me calling the boundaries right?”

“No, I meant when you kiss me because I was not ready for that. The boundaries are not a problem,” he said.

Wani sighed happily and hugged him.

“You are absolutely wonderful. Thank you Tresillo. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Wani. I’ll see you soon.”

She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before opening the door before she was tackled by her friends.

“Wani! How was your date?” Gomdori asked

“Yeah you gotta tell us everything!” Ari squealed.

“Guys slow down I just got back!” Wani yelled.

“Wait did he walk you home? That’s so sweet!”  Kim-petit gushed.

“Uh...I’m right here...” he said with an awkward smile and they registered that he had just witnessed them tackle Wani to the floor.

“Oh hey, Tresillo,” Baby Bun said, getting up off the floor and offering her hand out.

He looked confused as he shook it and Baby Bun nodded.

“As the eldest of our group, I’m warning you that if you hurt Wani in any way, we will destroy you.”

The blue k-pop troll's jaw dropped and before she could protest Tresillo spoke.

“She means a lot to me. I never want to hurt her and I will do my best to make her feel cared for. If I hurt her in any way, feel free to know some sense into me.”

Baby Bun seemed satisfied by his answer and gave him a rare smile before walking inside.

“Goodnight everyone. I’m going to sleep!” she announced and one by one the other girls said their goodbyes and walked inside.

“You handled that really well,” Wani said impressed, "Baby Bun is usually overprotective but you seemed to pass the test."

“What can I say? I’m the smoothest troll you know,” he winked and she shoved him playfully.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” she said as she closed the door.

“Goodnight.”

As he walked away, he could hear the k-pop trolls ambush her again as she entered the house with screams and squeals and he smiled.

I think we’re going to work out just fine Wani.

He hummed the last few verses of Psycho before looking back at the house one more time.

We'll be okay.

[frankxkaren-blog]

So I wrote the thing and I need validation. A headcanon I have where Roan is the uncle of the gang even though he acts like a pain in the butt, he is quite protective and would do anything for the people he cares about.

Summary: Roan has a habit of showing up in Clarke’s apartment when she doesn’t want him there. He eats her food, he falls asleep drunk on her kitchen floor, she will walk in on him in her shower. But he’s also there when she needs him the most. Roan x Clarke friendship, Bellarke

@sassamyblake @wellamyblake

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Clarke lets out a scream, nearly falling back against the door when she gets an eyeful of Roan in her shower. “Roan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Her next door neighbor and begrudging friend yanks the shower curtain tighter around his middle even though she can still see every bit of him, giving her a bashful wet dog look. “Uh, the super turned the water off in my apartment because I haven’t paid the second half of the rent and I –“

“Just thought you would waltz in here and use mine?” Clarke says. He nods and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll get some more towels, you’re dripping all over the floor.”

Roan beams at her gratefully, a rare occurrence for the man, before ducking back behind the curtain and beginning to yodel out a very loud and off key version of ‘Roll Out The Barrel’. Clarke sets some more towels in the sink before walking into her kitchen and preparing hot tea.

Roan walks out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, his long hair wrapped in a towel and his jeans slung low over his hips. Clarke pops the mug of green tea into his hand before steering him towards the door. “Go. Bellamy’s on his way over and if he sees a half naked muscle man in my apartment he’s gonna ask questions.”

“Aww Clarke, I wanna meet your new squeeze!” Roan protests.

“He’s not my squeeze, he’s my friend,” Clarke reminds him. “You’ve had your shower, now go! And pay your rent!”

After a long day at the hospital, Clarke’s ready for a glass of milk and a warm bed. Yeah that makes her sound old, who cares?

She walks slowly into her kitchen and flips the light one, not paying any attention to her surroundings before shuffling to the fridge. When she pulls the milk out and turns around, she notices the booted feet sticking out from underneath her table. “What the – Roan!”

“What – ow!” Roan sits up too quickly and slams his head into the table above him.

Clarke sighs, setting down her milk on the kitchen counter before kneeling down beside her friend. “What are you doing here underneath my kitchen table?”

“Uh,” To Roan’s benefit, he does seem embarrassed. “I may have had a little bit to drink tonight and I ... kinda thought this was my apartment but now I see it’s not.”

Clarke shakes her head, smiling fondly. “Get up.” She grabs his feet, ignoring his protests and pulling him out from beneath the table. “Up!”

Roan moans. “You’re quite mean, you know that?”

“Yeah I know that.” She extends her hand and he takes it, groaning as she uses all of her strength to help him clamper to his feet. “Sit, I will get you some water.”

She pulls water from the tap and sets a bottle of Advil beside his hands, folding her arms and frowning what Roan called her ‘angry kitten mode’ until he drank half of the water and took two pills. “Happy now mother?”

“Quite,” she says. “I’m going to bed. The couch is yours if you can’t make it back upstairs.” With that she’s gone and he slumps his head forward onto the table. Clarke finds him like that the next morning.

“You two are so cute I’m gonna puke.”

Nathan rolls his eyes, his hand still tangled with Bryan’s while he takes a drink from his soda. “So sue us for being traditional.”

Clarke pokes his side. “Don’t listen to him. The proposal was adorable.”

“Boring,” Roan singsongs. He winks at Nathan, who chuckles.

“How would you have done it?” he asks.

“Popping out of a cake is a favorite of mine.”

“Isn’t that for a bachelor party?” Bellamy asks.

“Well that too.”

“He’s right about the puking part.” Roan looks up to see three large burly men suddenly standing by their table. “Did you really need to do that in public?”

“Show love?” Clarke offers scathingly. “Something you obviously don’t get.”

The first man scoffs. “Hey listen blondie, I know how to be a real man. I can show love to my wife.”

“I feel sorry for your wife,” Bellamy snaps. “Being married to someone like you. Get out of here.”

“Public place,” the second man says. “So we can say whatever we want. Freedom of speech, remember?”

“Remember that thing about punching nazis?” Roan asks, getting to his feet. “I’m gonna start a new one. And that’s punching homophobes.” And he does. He knocks the first man right in the teeth with his fist while Bellamy goes after the second one.

The fight doesn’t last too long. Bellamy knocks out the second fellow with two punches while Nathan takes care of the third one. His own is a resilient little fucker and the police are pulling him away and cuffing his hands – one is most definitely broken.

He’s taken down town but he’s not in lock up too long. “Mr. Becker? You made bail.”

Clarke’s there filling out some forms when the cop leads him back through. “You didn’t have too.”

Clarke sighs. “You defended my friends’ honor. It was the least I could do.”

“What about Bellamy?”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He looks around to see the other Blake standing there, holding a checkbook in one hand and a phone in the other. “A switch,” Octavia chuckles. “I think my brother’s bailed me out of jail at least a half of a dozen times.”

Clarke sighs, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt. “Come on Rocky, let’s go home.”

“Uh, Roan.”

The phone blasting ‘Smoke On The Water’ yanks him out of the first un-alcohol sleep he has in ages.

He reaches for it, accidentally slapping it to the floor and chasing it right underneath the chair before he manages to scoop it up. “Hello and what do you want?”

“Roan?”

“Clarke? Are you all right?”

He hears what sounds suspiciously like a small sniffle. “I’m kind of in trouble.”

“I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, get that stupid car fixed! Or get a new one!”

“I cannot afford that!” Clarke snaps, shaking snow off of her hair as she clampers into his truck.

“Then get it fixed,” he grumbles, kicking the heat up to high. “Are you all right?”

She nods, still shivering. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Roan leans over into the backseat and unearths a red blanket, draping it over Clarke. “I haven’t washed it in a while but it’s warm.”

Clarke smiles gratefully, pulling it up around her neck. “It’s perfect.”

He carefully shifts his truck back onto the snow covered road. Clarke watches the snow tumble down, still shivering for several minutes until her eyelids begin to slacken. “Get some sleep. We’ve got a while.”

Giving him a tired grin, Clarke obeys and soon she’s snoring away beside him. Roan shakes his head, the corners of his mouth ticking up.

“Get out.”

Clarke drops her magazine. “What are you doing here? Roan!” Roan’s yanking on her arm, pulling her from the sofa and pointing her towards the bedroom. “Hey watch it buddy!”

He laughs. “No nothing like that. You’ve got a hot date in thirty minutes so you need to get ready.”

“Hot date?” Clarke asks. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see. Now go put on that red dress and take a shower. Not in that order.”

Clarke staggers into her bedroom, shooting him a bewildered glance.

Thirty minutes later, she’s showered and in the red dress when the doorbell rings. “You weren’t kidding?” she gapes as Roan crosses the floor to open up the door and reveals Bellamy. “Oh my god.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” Bellamy chuckles.

Clarke looks down at herself, at the shoes she is gripping in her hand before laughing. “Give me five minutes, Bell.” She’s gone, disappearing into her bedroom with a bewildered stare at Roan and returning not long after, her hair pulled back and shoes on. Roan passes her her coat. “You really shouldn’t’ve –“

Roan shakes his head. “Go. Have fun.”

She smiles, taking Bellamy’s outstretched hand and following him out the door and into the cool night air.

“I call godfather of your first born!”

She’s singing when she gets home. Roan smiles to himself, listening to her as she unlocks her apartment door and dances inside, still singing very loudly and quite off key. Man, she said he had a bad voice, hers would scare the birds.

His phone buzzes.

You are very sneaky.

He chuckles. The phone buzzes again.

Thank you.