#i threw up so much. so so much repeatedly for a long time. including this morning

[britneyshakespeare]

i got plastered last night which was not a great idea for me

[wonwoosthetic]

Helloooo

Can you write about the NANA TOUR with minnie? plsss (can you also include the reaction of carats to her waking up and her closeness with wonwoo)

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a/n: thank you for the request!! I was very happy to write Minnie into these episodes/parts bc omg even just watching them was so much fun already! I had to change up a few things, for example like them not waking up Minnie but her already being up, I hope that's okay :) at the end of the chapter you can find a link to some Fan Twitter edits, I hope you like them too :) if there's anything else you'd like to see, please let me know! Love you all! <3

[everything in brackets like this was added by me]

everything in italics wasn’t caught on camera, but is just for you <3

Go Together NANA TOUR 🌷Minnie

EP1-1. Don't Let SEVENTEEN Know

Yeongseok was getting every piece of information about the other members out of S.Coups. What will they be doing at 5 in the morning? Which members are going to be drinking most likely? Who will be the most excited? The leader of the idol group was giving him every answer in detail, knowing the rest of the group like the back of his hand.

"Who will have the best reaction when they find out we're going?"

The question was thrown into the room, making the wheels in Seungcheol's head start turning right away. It didn't take him long to have the answers, remembering each time the members had excitedly talked about the Youth Over Flower program even before they had the luck of picking it out of the hat as a prize for their hard work. 

The '95 Liner started listing off some of the brightest members of the group. At the, once again, mention of Mingyu, the producers couldn't help but chuckle, remarking that the leader had repeatedly talked about the taller member.

Amid their conversation and after a particular question from the producer, the two men realised that while Minghao would be definitely excited, he might also be possibly slightly disappointed in the trip. Seungcheol explained that it might surprise him that it would suddenly not only be him and Jun in Rome but he and the 12 other members. Na PD made sure to let the leader know he'd be looking out for the '97 Liner with an extra eye and keep him close.

A follow-up question from one of the producers behind the camera caught Cheol's attention.

"Other than Myungho-shi," he wondered, "are there any other members we need to take care of?"

For a second, 'Coups let himself think.

"Minnie."

"Minnie-shi?" The producer asked him again.

The '95 Liner nodded. "She... you'll see... she can get... how do I say this?" He wondered out loud. "She tends to look for a person for.. comfort? She wants to have someone right next to her that... she can trust and she can be comfortable with because... It's like... she gets like this and just wants to have someone that will... lead them well. She's just very careful sometimes," he explained. "Especially with this program because she won't trust you well at first," Cheol chuckled, "because of the past 'Youth Over Flowers' episodes."

[Leader who knows his members very well]

"Okay, okay... I see... So, Minnie will be clingy? Once she trusts us." Yeongseok questioned him further.

Cheol nodded. "Yeah, maybe... and it might seem cute, but don't let that fool you," he suddenly warned the older man, making him chuckle.

"W-What? What do you mean?" He laughed.

"She has a very strong personality," Coups smiled with wide eyes, embellishing his statement.

"Aaah," Na PD nodded his head. A memory made him chuckle again as he put his hand on the idol's shoulder. "She was already making deals with me during the first Game Caterer episode."

[Kids who like debating]

The comment made the leader laugh out loud and touch the older man's arm as he threw his head back in glee. Yeongseok joined him, chuckling along with the '95 Liner while some giggles could be also heard from behind the camera.

"That means she's comfortable with you, hyung. That's a good sign," S.Coups assured him with a nod. "If she puts up a fight with you, it means she likes you. Then she'll also be more fun."

Na PD took a deep breath in, "Aah, ok. That's good then, I guess... a bit confusing, but..." his eyes closed for a second as he chuckled before catching himself again. "Then I'll make sure to keep Minnie close to me as well. Along with Myungho and Mingyu."

"And anyone else?" The producer from behind the camera asked furthermore, clearly wanting to make sure that each member would be in good hands.

Cheol pressed his lips together before the next member's name rolled off his tongue. "Woozi?"

-

After knocking on the hotel door, S.Coups let himself in.

"You're so loud," he commented right as he entered, the camera not following him.

"Come in," Hoshi just ushered him inside. Followed by Joshua, who repeated it,

"Come in, come in."

"You're too loud," the leader told them again.

Minnie sighed softly, a smile evident through her voice, "I've been telling them that."

Mingyu interrupted her before she could say anything more. "But-" and suddenly started singing a random tune. The maknae was quick to join his hyung, coming up with lyrics that would fit the instrumentals the group was playing in the background.

"Did they wake you up?" The girl suddenly wondered.

Seungcheol shook his head, "I was already awake."

"Why are you awake at this hour?" She sounded clearly confused, maybe even slightly concerned, but the '95 Liner just brushed off her worry as he remembered the 'script'

"I think I lost my phone."

-

Dino was still in the middle of his written-on-the-spot song when he called the leader's phone as he asked him to do. Hoshi and Na PD were still in the hallway of the hotel floor when the phone rang. Unbeknownst to everyone but the '96 Liner, Yeongseok picked up the call and followed the idol back into the room, hot on his tracks.

After the two came in, the older man revealed himself to the six members who were in the room. Starting on the left side of the room, Seungcheol had taken a seat on one of the extra armchairs while Joshua and Seungkwan were occupying the couch and table right by the window. Mingyu had gotten comfortable laying on the bed, while Minnie was sitting up and the youngest decided to stand right next to the mattress.

Na PD barged in, still on the phone, "Coups-ya, how can you leave your phone just lying around?"

As soon as he came into view, the members jumped back in surprise. Joshua sat up straighter while Mingyu just continued to lounge off. Minnie's mouth was hanging open wide, gazing at the man in front of her with big eyes.

But he kept up his act, "How can you leave your phone lying around?"

Their leader had fallen into a fit of laughter, gripping his crunches tightly as he tried to collect himself again while the rest just looked around the room in a state of shock and surprise. With so many cameras on you all of a sudden, the expressions on each of their faces were understandable.

Hoshi joined Minnie on the side of the bed she had claimed, reaching out for the hand of the producer.

"Ah... wait a minute- we really... woah..." He kept on starting sentences and not finishing them.

"This can't be it," Joshua threw into the room, now also up and closer to the bed as all eyes were on Yeongseok, who held onto the '96 Liner's hands tightly as he talked.

"Hey!" He started, "This is what was promised."

Hoshi sighed out loud in frustration, "No, but our concert just ended yesterday-"

"Wait," Mingyu suddenly jumped in, scooching up further to the front of the mattress to stop right in front of Na PD. "Are we not going to Korea?"

The producer shook his head with a smile, "You can't go! That's not where you're going." Making the rapper's grin widen even more and eventually errupt into bright laughter as he threw his hands up and let himself fall back onto the bed. Even before his back hit the white sheets again, his arms wrapped around the girl who was still quietly in the background, hiding her mouth behind her hand that was covered by the black zip-up hoodie she was wearing.

"WOAH, that's so nice!" He called out happily, tightening his arms around her as if she was to thank rather than the man standing in front of the group.

-

Each member received a microphone to be clipped by the collar of their clothing and got to sit back down comfortably. Minnie decided to stay on the right side of the bed, her shoulder brushing against Hoshi's.

Everyone but the leader was still in somewhat of a bubble of the unknown, unsure of what would be happening next or where they would even be going even after they had started interrogating the producers and staff members about their schedule.

The performance unit's leader had another important question, "What's the thing where Myungho and Junnie are going to Italy, hyung?" 

"Myungho and Junnie are going to Italy," Na PD simply answered, making the girl's eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"Ah, so separate-" Hoshi started but was interrupted by Seungcheol, who chuckled at the disarray of his members.

"No," he smiled, "You're going together."

"We're going?" The '96 Liner looked up at the older man, who seemed to be also very much amused at the situation, but one member caught his attention.

"Minnie-ya," he turned to the girl with a smile, who met his eyes, "You've been so quiet."

She chuckled to herself, taking a deep breath in. "I... I'm still in shock," making the other producers smile as well. "Are we really going to Italy?" Her big eyes were fixed on him, not even daring to blink, too scared for it all to be a dream and blinking would wake her up.

Mingyu had fallen to his knees, clasping the producer's hands into his, practically begging him to not be lying to them. He desperately wanted the news of their apparent Italy journey to be true.

"Can I tell them that?" The older man asked his fellow producers who nodded with multiple chuckles. So, he turned back to the '97 Liners who were still gazing up at him with expecting eyes. "We're going to Italy." He assured them.

With big smiles and eyes, Minnie and Mingyu turned to each other, giggling before the rapper let his head into her lap, his cheek brushing against the white silk of her pyjama pants.

[Dream destination of the younger ones?]

Very quickly, Yeongseok explained the next few steps that would involve waking up the other members who were sleeping and gathering them all in one room to let the program officially start.

Only problem: some of the members were still drunk enough to most probably hardly remember anything about the events the following day.

"Right now, I-" Dino explained, "We're kind of drunk."

"We are drunk," Joshua agreed, his voice just underlying the statement he had just given.

"It's okay," Na PD assured them. "Everyone's drunk."

"Noona isn't," the youngest pointed at the girl who had stood up and was straightening out the hoodie she was wearing.

Yeongseok looked over at her. "Minnie, you're not drunk?"

The camera focused on the female idol who shook her head. "No," she chuckled, "I was sleeping, but my phone kept going off," she explained. "These idiots were texting me to come over." 

[Interruption of her beauty sleep]

Her comment got a round of chuckles from the producers behind the cameras, making her smile and shake her head.

"So you haven't been here for long?" Shin Hyojung, one of the female producers, wondered.

"No," Minnie answered again. "I actually came like five minutes before you barged in."

"Woah," Na PD gasped, "So you could've caught us even before Hoshi..."

[Lucky timing]

"We really wanted her to drink with us," Hoshi walked over to the '97 Liner, linking his arm with hers.

"And I wanted to sleep," she added with a smile at the older member.

-

First on the list: Waking up Dokyeom.

The group, along with the producers exited the hotel room and rushed into the lobby, on their way to find the room of the other member. Minnie walked alongside the leader, Seungkwan was right in front of them, walking backwards so he could face the two.

"Pledis really does this?!" He continued to question the reality of the situation.

The girl shook her head, looking down at the floor before glancing forward again. "That can't be real. They can't just take us to Italy like that, right? Pledis wouldn't allow that."

"But they are," the leader stated, continuously laughing at the situation.

"That's crazy," she mumbled to herself, hugging her arms close to her torso

-

She had found the idea of barging into the other members' rooms entertaining, yet scary at first. She wasn't able to get the thought of them doing the exact same to her out of her head. 'Thank God, I was with the drunk part of the group...', Deep down, she knew she had to thank Dino and Hoshi for blowing up her phone and getting her out of bed because the situation could've gotten quite uncomfortable for quite a few people. These thoughts led to her staying in the background during their break-in into Dokyeom's room, choosing to laugh along with the members as they loudly shouted out for the '97 Liner to get up. 

With his bloodshot eyes, he was still looking around the hallway on their way out towards the next victim's room. He tapped the girl's shoulder, making her turn to the right, immediately a giggle tumbling from her lips as she took in his dishevelled look.

"Minnie-ya..." Dokyeom gasped, "Is this real? Are we really going?"

The female idol patted his back with a smile, "Yes, we're really going right now."

"Woah..." he breathed out as they stopped right in front of the producer's room.

Seungkwan reached out to unlock the door with the master keycard, but his hand was slapped away by the '97 Liner rapper.

"Just go!" The leader, from the back of the line, called out, "Just go in with 'Woozi!'"

"What if he's not sleeping..." Seungkwan wondered out loud.

After a few more moments of debate, the members agreed to let Yeongseok walk in first to wake up the '96 Liner by pretending he was one of their managers. Waking him up softly like one of the staff members was definitely the better choice rather than barging in and screaming at his face like they did with the main vocalist right before.

Na PD didn't need much convincing before opening the door and stepping in. Everyone was surprised by the brightness of the room due to the lights that were still on - hardly anyone expected Woozi to be still up at this time. Well... he wasn't exactly. Walking further into the hotel room, the group of idols and producers found the singer lying on his bed, no sheets covering his body, still in the clothes he had worn before, spread out on top of the mattress.

One chuckle after the other fell with each step they took further into the room. All the while Yeongseok kept up his act of their road manager, trying to get Woozi out of bed.

Clearly confused, the '96 Liner pushed himself off the bed, the sound of each member's laughter echoing through the room as they started surrounding him. Mingyu's distinct laugh bounced off the walls specifically.

Minnie's eye drifted from the flustered member who had just been pulled out of his slumber, to the table right next to the bed. She immediately laughed even harder than before, walking up to Hoshi to show him.

After smacking his arm, she pointed forward, "Look at his protein powder!"

"Ah!" The performance unit's leader laughed out loud, "His protein! Look at the protein!" He caught the attention of the rest of the people in the room. Each member started laughing even more at the mention of the massive box of protein powder he had brought along for their, in relation, rather short Japan trip.

The producer was still too dishevelled to form proper sentences, just clearly wanting to get the group out of his room and onto the next one.

"Woozi-hyung, why are your sunglasses on the bed?" Dokyeom commented once his eyes found the accessory lying close to the pillows. Hoshi had reached out and grabbed them, handing them over to Mingyu, who put them on the older member's face and pushed them up to keep his hair looking somewhat sane.

Minnie chuckled with a shake of her head, "Woozi-hyung might just be the most fashionable sleeper I've ever seen." Then she turned to the producer. "But without them, you currently look like a crazy scientist." Getting a sarcastic grin from him in return, as Mingyu hit her arm with a chuckle.

-

"To which door are we going next?" Yeongseok wondered right away, as soon as Woozi was ready to go. He had gotten into the flow of the Seventeen members waking each other up. Each time, using their creativity and knowledge about one another to come up with fun ways to rip them out of their slumber and surprise them with the news.

"The room next door is-"

"Wonwoo," Minnie finished the sentence of the staff member quietly under her breath. Not enough for the rest to notice, but the camera right next to her had caught it.

Mingyu's voice suddenly rang through their ears. "But- I'm sorry. We'll skip Wonwoo-hyung."

The girl's eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she looked at her fellow '97 Liner, "Why?" Followed by Na PD who threw the same question into the room, sounding slightly more concerned than the girl, who just seemed confused by Mingyu's sudden comment.

"I just don't think it's going to be funny," he told the older man before meeting the eyes of the female member.

Minnie opened her mouth, still a slight scrunch in her eyebrows, but as soon as she closed her lips again her eyebrows returned to a neutral facial expression. Dino was quick to react.

"No, no, no, Wonwoo-hyung is fun," the youngest commented, already ready to make his way to the next room.

The girl was next. "Mm, it's gonna be okay," she assured the rapper, speaking softly as she walked up to him. "We'll make it fun."

-

Arrived at the next room, Seunkgwan and Dino were the first in line, right next to the door. The '98 Liner was already holding the keycard up, excited to wake up the next member.

"Wonwoo?" Na PD asked them again to make sure.

The main vocalist nodded, "Yes, we'll go with Wonwoo."

The producer of the show had caught up with the two youngest, standing next to them as the Seungkwan reached out to knock.

Minnie had come closer, stopping between Hoshi and Dino, waiting for the singer in front of them to finally open the door.

For a moment, the group waited after Seungkwan had knocked on the door three times. Only that Hoshi had already become too impatient,

"We can just go in." Not even wanting to wait another second, making the girl next to him chuckle.

"Let's go in," Dino whispered along with the older member, ushering Seungkwan to just open the door. With a soft push down on the handle, they opened it. Before they let themselves in, Hoshi had pushed Minnie forward, right past the maknae, who added another quick whisper of,

"Noona, go in first."

With quick, yet quiet steps, the female member pushed the door slightly more open and stepped into the room right after flicking on the lights.

"Oppa?" She greeted him at first.

Dino followed right behind her, with Seungkwan afterwards, who held the door open for the cameraman.

"Wonwoo-hyung, they say we need to go," he commented as soon as he walked in.

"Huh?" A raspy hum came from the other side of the room.

While all the other members were toddling inside in a line, one after the other, Minnie's voice was caught by the microphone.

"Oh- pull up the covers," she hastily stated. "Cover your body."

"Why-" Wonwoo was about to ask her a follow-up question when Na PD's voice echoed through the room.

"Wonwoo-ya!" He called out as he revealed himself from the hallway, appearing at the foot of the bed, on which Minnie had sat herself down, while the rapper was holding up the covers over his chest. "It's time to go!" The producer chuckled at the reaction of the '96 Liner as he let himself fall back against the mattress. "Wonwoo-ya... why are your shoulders so wide?" He laughed as he got closer to the bed, his hands finding his bare shoulders that had gotten famous ever since their Game Caterer episode.

The female idol laughed along with her members, holding onto the massive block of a power bank and his glasses as her eyes switched from watching the group in front of them to the man to her right, still hiding underneath the white hotel bedsheets.

"They're definitely wider than Mingyu's!" Cheol commented with a chuckle, making the girl divert her glance over to the '97 Liner, who continued to stand still with what could almost be considered a pout on his lips. She tilted her head with a tight smile decorating her face.

Yeongseok's laughter and voice filled the room, "I think we need to cover him up!" As he tried to do exactly that by tucking the sheets closer to Wonwoo's side. "Stay like this! Stay like this right now!" Pulling them even higher up to his neck.

Not able to hold back a smile, Minnie carefully opened his black frames and tried to place them onto his nose, knowing just how blurry everything must have been for him, making the situation even worse. As they happened to fall slightly crooked, she reached out again to fix them. "Wait," she chuckled, "You have to wear them properly."

"Oh," Na PD looked at him, "Yes, wear your glasses, please."

While Seungkwan's attention was now on the magazines that had been placed on the nightstand, the girl seemed to have noticed the redness shooting to the tips of the rapper's ears, making her smile even wider as she tried to cover them with his hair, running her hand over them and through each strand. 

With a quick hand motion and moving lips towards the '98 Liner, he immediately knew what the girl had asked him to do.

"Ah- wait, wait, where are your clothes, hyung?"

"Oh, where are your clothes, Wonwoo-ya?" Yeongseok immediately engaged with them, looking around the room before the '96 Liner pointed towards the couch. He pushed himself up to sit up straight, the white blanket falling off his shoulders exposing just the very upper area of his torso.

"Oh? Hi, PD-nim." Wonwoo threw everyone off-guard at the sudden greeting. He had only now straightened his glasses properly and blinked enough times to get adjusted to the bright lights in his room. 

Along with Yeongseok, who greeted him as well with a surprised tone lacing his voice as their hands interlocked, Minnie chuckled with the other members at the conversation happening in front of them. With laughter, the girl let herself fall forward, the palm of her right hand hitting Wonwoo's bare skin and shoulder muscles.

After being handed a shirt, the rapper turned to the two members that were closest to him - for one, Minnie on his left, sitting on the bed, and Seungkwan still standing to his right.

"What is this?" He asked them, the corners of his lips curling up into a tired smile.

"Hyung," the '98 Liner started, "We're going."

"Youth Over Flowers is starting," the girl explained further, giggling once again as the surprised eyes of the '96 Liner met hers. 

"Going now?"

"Right now," she nodded, her hand still on his shoulder, only leaving it when he pulled the black shirt over his head and torso.

The quick comment, "That's my shirt," by Mingyu was met with a blank stare from the girl as she pressed her lips together, and quietness washed over the room. Wonwoo having to put on pants first, was the next big attention seeker.

While the rest of the group was debating who to wake up next, either Jun or Minghao, Na PD also admitted to his guilt of having to explain to the '97 Liner that he'd be going to Italy, not alone with his fellow Chinese member as he had thought, but with all the Seventeen members together. Minnie's hand was gripping the sheets, holding them up just slightly after she had noticed the struggle the rapper was having as he tried to put on pants without revealing himself to an entire camera crew and staff members.

-

They decided to go with Jun next. Apologising to him would be easier, or so Na PD thought before they barged into the '96 Liner's room, ripping him out of his slumber. Now, the producer was standing by the left side of the bed, his hands intertwined in front of him as he tried to find the right words.

"Jun," he spoke ever so softly, "I have something to tell you." The still dishevelled member looked to his right, trying to find the eyes of the older member while Dokyeom was trying to place the microphone onto the collar of Jun's shirt.

"I don't know from what point I need to start telling you," Yeongseok admitted, getting a round of laughter in return.

Minnie, who had taken her place next to the maknae, let her head fall onto his shoulder as the giggling shook both of their bodies.

"We lied about so many things," he admitted. "I don't know what to talk about first."

Jun let his eyes drift around the room, trying to find some explanation in the glances from his members, but they were all just smiling back at him in pure amusement. With a hand, he covered his mouth nervously.

"From what is it the truth?" He wondered, hoping to be able to figure out the starting point of what the producer kept on claiming to be 'a series of lies'.

"There's no truth," Minnie stated with a chuckle. "It's all lies."

"Hey!" Na PD turned to the girl, pointing at her with a smile, "Don't say it like that!"

"You have to be honest with him, hyung... He was so excited for the trip." She fought back, all while fighting her own giggles as Jun kept up his confused facial expression, switching between the two arguing parties.

"That..." He started once again, still flustered by having to admit to the fake schedule they had created for the idol group. "The... this program," Na PD finally let out. "That entire program."

Still slightly unsure of what exactly the man was talking about, the '96 Liner slowly nodded his head, "Aah... ah... okay..." Making the members around his bed chuckle.

The older man kept his stance with his intertwined hands, looking down at the performer with pure guilt written all over his face. He repeated his apology, explaining that the schedule wouldn't include the other two famous men, but the rest of his group instead. Trying to lift the mood by elaborating on how wonderful it is to be able to spend that time with the rest of his members was used to more so soothe him instead of the idol as Jun was still very much disoriented by the sudden intrusion.

"Do the members know too?" He wanted to know.

In chorus, they started explaining to him they had only just found out as well and weren't in on any 'plan' as he had thought.

Na PD placed a comforting hand on the '96 Liner's shoulder. "The people in front of your eyes right now," he started, "They didn't know anything 5 minutes ago." What he did leave out was the fact that not only were they unaware of the situation they'd be thrown into, but also unbelievably unprepared, as a rap battle seemed much more important.

The youngest of the group had another confession to make as he opened his mouth. "And hyung... I'm drunk right now." He suddenly revealed. The girl on his right wrapped her arm around his waist, patting his back as the room erupted in another round of laughter. Wonwoo was quick to jump into the situation, holding up his hand, showing four fingers that he moved around in front of Dino's face, a fond smile making his lips curl.

"Oh-" the maknae was surprised by the sudden action, "Three?" He called out, getting another chuckle from everyone in the room. Minnie's palm hit his chest with a giggle.

-

On their way out, onto the next room, the female member was interrupted in her conversation as the youngest called out for her.

"Noona!" He turned around to face her while she was walking a few steps behind them, next to Seungcheol. 

She hummed in response, "Hm?"

"I really wasn't too weird, right?" He stopped in his tracks to let her catch up with him before he interlocked his arm with hers. "You were the only really sober one, so please tell me. I wasn't too weird, right?"

With a tight smile on her lips, their looks met. "Well..." she started, already making the maknae close his eyes and groan in embarrassment. "You weren't weird. You were just being you. But you did start a rap battle all of a sudden," she recalled with a giggle.

"Ah...," he sighed, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder, "Noona, why did I do that?" 

Her lips formed a fond smile as she patted his back. "Don't worry about it. The people watching this will find it funny."

"Are you sure?" He asked her further, still with a slight sulk lacing his voice.

[Younger brother looking for affirmation]

She nodded, her hands brushing over his hair, making him smile.

-

The members had made their way into Vernon's room. Seungkwan had gone in first after the group was convinced that he the second youngest was actually still awake and not sleeping, like the rest had been. Inside, they were greeted with yet again the bright lights of the room, and, just like with Wonwoo, another two copies of their magazine cover on the table that Dino presented proudly to the camera.

The '98 Liner had himself fully covered by the white bedsheets, confirming the suspicion they had of him, like his fellow HHU member, not wearing anything to bed.

Mortified by the sudden amount of people invading his room, he had pulled the blanket up to his face. Even with Seungkwan's warning, nothing could've prepared him for this moment.

Minnie and Hoshi had joined him on the mattress, sitting down on the left side that was kept free while Na PD tried to get the younger member out of the comfort of the bed.

"I'm in such a dirty state right now," Vernon confessed, now hiding his entire face behind the safety of the sheets. "I'm only wearing this right now," he pointed to the thin piece of clothing working as a robe.

Yeongseok chuckled flustered. "Oh- you're only wearing that?"

Without a warning, Hoshi's hands suddenly travelled underneath the covers, getting a look of confusion from the girl in return. He patted around the mattress and body of the man underneath them when he suddenly nodded with a big grin.

"Ooh, he's really only wearing this," he told the rest of the room. The members and crew chuckled at his uncalled action. Shocked, but definitely not surprised.

Minnie, who kept her eyes on him, leaned closer to him, slapping his leg with an amused scoff, "You can't do that!"

Her fellow '97 Liner and rapper right next to them, hunched over in laughter, his hands falling to the shoulder of the performance unit leader, pushing him away.

They agreed to let him put on clothes first before they would move on to the next room. But the blanket still covering him turned out to be more of an obstacle than expected as he started squirming around, Na PD trying to lift the sheets to give him some more room to put on the pants that were handed to him. The movements seemed too funny for the group not to comment on them.

"Are you shedding?" Seungkwan was the first to comment.

Minnie smiled at his struggle. "You look like a transforming worm, Vernon," getting a round of chuckles from the members.

-

Getting Jeonghan out of bed was easy for the group. The '95 Liner was quick to play along and jumped into character almost instantly when Yeongseok was the first to walk into his room. He was up on his feet and ready to jump into action. You could've thought he hadn't even been sleeping.

"I don't know," Jeonghan mumbled, "I don't know how I am right now." While some of the other members were still focused on the magazines with his pictures on the cover. Somebody had placed a few copies of them on his table as well.

Na PD chuckled warmly, "You're very pretty right now. It's okay, it's okay." His assuring words made the vocalist nod and ready to go on to the next room.

Minnie sighed, "You could really wake up Jeonghan-hyung at any hour and he'll look pretty. That's so unfair." Followed by a slight sulk that was caught by the members. She was just about to turn around when Seungkwan's follow-up comment made her stop.

"Then you gotta work on your beauty sleep, noona." His words made her open her mouth but close it quickly, reminding herself of all of the cameras that were on them, so she just nodded. But a sarcastic smile was plastered on her face.

Woozi couldn't help but shake his head in amusement at the two. "Don't listen to him," he mumbled, patting her back before he turned around to leave them alone.

-

Next and final room: Minghao. The member Na PD was dreading to face, having to, once again, explain the situation and the lie they had come up with, making the '97 Liner believe he'd go on a trip to Italy with Jun alone, along with two other people from the entertainment industry. Well, now he'd get to enjoy the Italian flair with 12 of his members.

Standing in front of the last hotel room they'd break in, the debating started. How would they greet the member who was looking forward to the trip the most?

Seungkwan proposed that Yeongseok should go in first, clapping and congratulating Minghao on the trip. Jeonghan had the idea of letting the '98 Liner walk in first to wish him 'safe travels', but he stopped himself in the middle of the sentence, deciding that it would take too long to let one member after the other inside. Final decision: all of the barge in at the same time, clapping and celebrating. That would wake him up, for sure.

After one flick of the lights, the members rushed inside, their loud voices immediately filling the room as their claps bounced off the walls. Wide eyes welcomed them as Minghao looked around the room in surprise, taken aback by the sudden appearance of his members along with crew members he didn't recognize right away. Only after Seungkwan introduced Na PD, did the '97 Liner realise who was standing in front of him. He sat himself up to greet him.

Then it was time. The explanation.

Yeongseok started. "Oh, to be honest, Myungho-ya... there's something I need to apologise to you about."

As soon as the soft and delicate words, "What is it?" Left Minghao's lips, the producer stepped back. You would've thought he had to tell him Santa wasn't real by his reaction.

But after a moment of silence, he spilt the truth, explaining that Jun and his 'trip to Italy' was happening right at that moment, adding that the rest of the members were coming along too though. From her position next to S.Coups in the corner of the room, Minnie, along with the rest of the members burst into laughter when he started clapping and smiling almost painfully fake.

-

Minghao got dressed and the others got themselves comfortable around the room, spreading out onto the bed, and the couch, and some chose to stand up.

That's when Na PD spoke up again, "Okay, everyone's together, right?" A conversation easily followed. Hoshi started by explaining their fully packed schedule, which made the members realise that they would not even have the time to film 'Youth Over Flowers' at any point during that time, but the producer clarified the careful thought process that went into kidnapping the idol group and giving them a well-deserved break during such a busy time.

As the realisation of it happening right now hit Dino, he groaned and let his face fall into his hands, catching the attention of the girl. Minnie chuckled at the youngest antics, elbowing the leader on her right before she nodded towards the bed, where the maknae was contemplating all of his life choices.

"Look at Dino." Seungcheol joined her giggling, eyeing the youngest member carefully. "He's still drunk," she shook her head with a smile.

While Hoshi and Dokyeom discussed which month they had thought they'd get to film the program in, Shin Hyojung spoke up from behind the camera.

"Considering that, too," mentioning the packed schedule of the idol group. "we freed space for a week." Which caught the attention of each member.

Various gasps and hums echoed through the room.

"An entire week?!" Minnie wondered out loud in shock, getting a nod from the female producer in return.

"An entire week," she confirmed.

After she dropped the next lie, which had been the fake schedule they created for the entire week, another round of gasps could be heard from the singers. None of them could really believe the time and dedication the production crew had put into this - just for them.

"All fake," Seungcheol commented.

Minnie turned towards him. "Did you know about them being fake?!"

He was quick to shake his head, "I swear, I knew as much as you guys about this. I only found out a few hours before you."

"That's crazy..." the girl mumbled, her arms crossed in front of her chest, tightening the zip-up hoodie around her frame.

-

"I'm going to make some announcements," Na PD called out to get the attention back to the moment. "And we can talk about other things later!" Firstly, he let them know about their destination as only some of the members had caught onto where they were going - Rome, Italy. While sounds of surprise and happiness filled the room, Minnie stayed quiet and surprised Cheol when she suddenly wrapped her arm around his. The crutch made it slightly awkward, but it didn't stop her.

"Who has been to Italy?" Yeongseok wondered, getting a round of shaking heads in return.

"None," was repeatedly thrown into the room as different members answered him.

"No one?!" Na PD was well surprised by the answer. "Minnie," he caught the attention of the younger woman. "Not even you?" Expecting for at least her to have been to one of the most visited countries in Europe. But she shook her head as well,

"Not to Italy, no."

"That's why we picked it," another female producer explained from the other side of the room.

"We've never been to Europe," Seungkwan wined.

Woozi nodded in agreement, turning to Yeongseok, "We haven't been to Europe either."

Minnie's head dropped to Seungcheol's shoulder. He let go of his right crutch, using his now free hand to caress the arm she had interlocked with his.

Na PD's speech went on. "To be honest, Seventeen has had a really packed schedule up to now. I know that you had a really hard time." He got sounds of agreement and nodding heads in return. "You must've had no time to rest at all. So, the concept of this Italy vacation is different from our usual 'Youth Over Flowers'." He continued to explain the differences in the program the group would film. They wouldn't face any hardships, not suffer as they go along. It would be an 'all-inclusive package' for a real holiday.

"So, you just need to play. We searched and rented all places where we could play and enjoy. At breakfast, go visit stuff and eat delicious things. At dinner, we get together and play," he explained further. "We're going to spend a week like this." As expected, the members reacted in glee. Happy, surprised and yet still not fully believing things that good would happen to them.

Woozi was the first to question the sincerity. "We can believe this, right?" Which made Yeongseok turn to him in surprise,

"You can trust me! You can trust this!"

Minnie squinted her eyes jokingly. "I feel like that's exactly something that someone who'd try to trick us would say."

"No, ah-" He sighed and shook his head with a smile, "Really. Trust me with this." Turning to the other producers, he looked for help. "Tell them that this is right!"

After revealing the new name of the program 'NANA Tour', the group almost forgot it was too good to be true. But the following words from Na PD made them realise they may have started celebrating too early.

"Since our trip is an all-inclusive package," he stated, "there's nothing that you guys need to prepare."

"Huh?!"

The members started to look for each others' gazes, trying to find some sense in a moment of confusion.

"You don't need your bag or anything else," Yeongseok explained further. "The things you need are the clothes you're wearing and a cell phone. You don't need your wallet."

"Really?" Dokyeom asked out loud.

Minnie glanced at the man in confusion while mumbling to herself "But I'm wearing pyjamas." Her worried tone got a chuckle out of Seungcheol as he looked over to her, shaking his head.

But even with all the good news the group had gotten, bad news was about to follow as well.

"The problem is that we- our package's departure schedule is a bit early."

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but Woozi beat her to it as he pointed at the man on the bed.

"I'm saying that his eyes are scary!" Making the crew of producers and cameramen laugh wholeheartedly and zoom into Yeongseok's face.

"How could you let us leave us without anything on us?!" Minnie called out in frustration. "That's not right... You have something planned! Don't lie!"

Na PD couldn't help but chuckle, hunching over before holding himself up from the mattress by his hands. "No, I promise. We're going to go to Italy. But the problem is that we have to go kind of early!" He argued back.

A comforting hand found its way to Minnie's back as Cheol shrugged his arm out of her grasp to wrap it around her frame. Her eyebrows were back scrunched up in confusion as she whispered to the leader,

"I don't trust him." To which he chuckled.

"It's okay, you can trust him." But she just shook her head with a pout on her lips.

Her attention went back to listening to the producer as he spoke, "You guys are going to get dressed starting now and in three minutes-"

"What?!"

"In three minutes?!"

"Hyung!"

"This is so much fun," came from Jeonghan, who seemed to be the only one to enjoy the stress that was put on the group with that statement alone.

Na PD was quick to add, "Because you don't need a bag or wallet! We have all of your passports."

Right away, questions started coming from left and right.

"Can I still brush my teeth?"

"Can't I take a shower?"

"Is there underwear in the package?"

"Everything!" Yeongseok answered Dokyeom's question. "Just wear what you're wearing now-"

"I can't wear pyjamas to the airport," Minnie sighed out, running a hand through her hair with a deep breath.

Jeonghan grinned at her, "Don't worry, Minnie-ya. You make everything look fashionable."

With scrunched eyebrows, she glanced over at him, not able to hold back a smile once she came to sight with his.

As soon as Na PD gave the official 'ok' to split up and start getting ready, the members split up quickly. They rushed out of Minghao's room one after the other, trying to get to their own rooms as quickly as possible. Jeonghan didn't seem to be nearly as stressed as the others as he decided to stay back. Minnie was doing the same, standing still in her place next to the leader.

"Oh... oppa...," she sighed. Cheol immediately knew what she wanted to say, so he was quick to interrupt her, patting her back once again.

"No, go, go. Get ready. Change your clothes. I'll meet you downstairs," he assured her.

"Really? You'll still be here?" She asked further, getting a nod from him in response.

"Ok..." she mumbled. before she left, she hastily threw her arms around his shoulder, giving him a quick squeeze before exiting the room as well, thoughts of which clothes to take out of her suitcase already rushing through her mind.

-

She had already finished packing her luggage the evening before, right after the concert, wanting to spare herself the stress of packing it right before their flight back home. Therefore, Minnie's baby blue suitcase was already in the hallway, where she had to put it on the ground to open it.

"Ok," she thought out loud, "Rome is probably hot right now at this time of year... but I want to be comfortable on the plane. So... I'm not gonna wear shorts, but thin long pants. But a short shirt. That should be fine, right?" She looked up from her position on the floor, glancing at the cameraman, who just shrugged back. 

The girl chuckled and nodded to herself. "It'll be fine," she stood back up after gathering everything from her suitcase, including a pair of sneakers. "More important is... what will I take in my small bag," with a hand on her chin, she contemplated. "Sunglasses... maybe tissues... I can't bring make-up, right?" The cameraman shook his head. "Ok... that's... ok... but suncream. I'll need suncream. OH- and chapstick- hold on. I also need to brush my teeth..."

-

After Wonwoo, Minnie was next to enter the meeting room, getting greeted by Na PD immediately, and the '96 Liner along with S.Coups, Hoshi and Minghao who had already taken a seat on the chairs and couch. She had changed into a pair of jeans along with a slightly cropped white shirt and a grey cropped cardigan on top. A black hat was on her head, but she had taken it off once she walked in.

"Minnie, come in and sit," the producer ushered her inside. But something caught his eye. "Ah- Minnie-ya," at the sound of her name, the girl stopped in her tracks.

Yeongseok reached out his open palm. "Give me your bag."

Her hands found the handle on her shoulder in an instant, clinging onto it tightly.

"But I need it," she fought back.

With a sigh, the producer continued looking at her. "I promise you, everything you need, you'll get from us. Come on, give me the bag."

Hesitantly, the female member let the leather brush off her shoulder, before slowly handing it over. But just before Yeongseok could get a hold of it, she pulled it back, "Wait! Can I take out what I need?" 

A chuckle tumbled from his lips as she shook his head. Glancing over at the other members, he only found amused faces looking back at him. He took a deep breath, "What is it that you need so desperately?" 

As an answer, Minnie placed the bag on the console table on the left side of the room and started rummaging. Picking out the important things, she counted them, "Chapstick, sunscreen, and... sunglasses!" She showed the things to the producer, who nodded after inspecting them.

"Ok, ok, you can take them. If they fit in your pockets. Now sit down." With a nod and a quick, "Thank you," she went after his orders.

-

Na PD, Cheol, Joshua, Wonwoo, Dokyeom, Vernon, and Minnie made their way downstairs with the elevator. Stopping in the garage, where a car was already waiting for them. Just as they were about to leave, the '96 and '98 Liner of the Hip-Hop-Unit walking towards the vehicle first, Yeonseok calling out for S.Coups caught their attention and made them turn around again, almost forgetting that their leader wasn't going with them.

One after the other, the members said goodbye to him, hugging him one last time before they'd be on their way. Minnie stood still between him and the producer.

"Aah, you're not coming with us!" Vernon suddenly realised.

The girl pouted, "How the heck is he supposed to come with us with his injury?!" Clearly frustrated by the situation.

"I totally forgot about that," the younger member nervously chuckled. After individually making sure they had said goodbye properly, wishing him a comfortable ride home, it was Minnie's turn to hug him. Without a word, she threw her arms around his shoulders as Joshua patted the head of their leader. With a sigh, she let him go again.

"I don't like this...."

"Don't be like that, Minnie-ya," he nudged her. "Have fun in Italy. Be careful."

She nodded hesitantly, "I guess we will."

"You guess?!" Na PD gasped next to her, making the girl chuckle. "You guess?! We'll make sure that you guys have fun."

"Ok, ok," she nodded again. One last time, Seungcheol opened his arms to pull her in. Just as she was about to let go of him, the '95 Liner whispered something into her ear, to which she frowned at first as soon as they separated, but then she assured him, she had understood him. With a last wave, she bid him her final goodbye before she'd get to see him again in about two weeks.

[they will reunite well]

-

EP1-2. Off to Italy

Minnie took her place by the window, with Minghao on her right. The bus had started its engine and was about to start driving away. The members looked outside to see their CEO, managers, and most importantly their leader standing on the side, waving them off.

[bye bye]

With a sad smile, the girl waved back, nodding at S.Coups after he had motioned something with his hands. Her gaze didn't leave the window until everyone was out of sight. Only then did she let herself fall back against the seat, looking down at her hands with a sigh. Her fellow '97 Liner noticed her quietness and placed a hand on top of hers, making her look up.

She was greeted with the kind smile of her best friend, making her grin in return. He gave her hand a little squeeze, which she copied, quickly developing into a battle of who could squeeze the other person's hand harder. Even if it was obvious who would win, Minnie still put up the fight, grinning down at their hands, and just taking a moment to be thankful for the person to her right.

-

Hoshi, Wonwoo, and Minghao were sitting together at Incheon Airport, waiting for the connecting flight with Na PD, who was behind the camera they had set up, engaging in a comfortable conversation.

Minnie suddenly appeared from the background, joining the group on the floor, her phone in her grip.

"Did you talk to your mum?" Yeongseok asked.

The girl nodded with a smile. "I told her we're going to Rome."

He chuckled, "What did she say?"

"'Why not closer to us?'" Minnie changed her voice into a slightly higher tone, impersonating her mother. "'I could've brought you guys something to eat.'" 

[caring words of a mother <3]

The members around her started laughing, with Hao leaning onto her shoulder.

Na PD scoffed with a chuckle. "Does she think we won't feed you?"

Minnie shrugged, "I think she also thinks this will be more like 'Youth Over Flowers'." To which the producer laughed in return.

-

Deep in her slumber, the female idol was catching up on the few hours of sleep she had missed out on due to the intense rap battle her fellow members wanted her to witness.

[beauty sleep]

"Minnie-ya," a soft voice from the right spoke up. When she didn't react, a hand reached out to nudge her. 

The camera angle expanded, to expose Wonwoo, who was trying to get her to wake up. With one more gentle shove to her arm and a repetition of her name, his voice ever so soft, Minnie's eyes fluttered open. For a second, there was clear confusion written on her face, but as she looked to her left, she found the rapper's eyes already on her, she smiled.

"Hm?"

"Eat something before we land," Wonwoo spoke quietly, not trying to distress her as she tried to adjust her eyes to the brightness. Minnie nodded and with a quick click of a button, she let her seat straighten back up. 

"When do we land?"

"In like two hours."

"Ok," she answered, trying to hold back a yawn without any luck. Then she glanced at the clock. "Ah... I forgot about the time difference... it's evening now."

"Mm," Wonwoo looked away from his phone to glance over at her, "Are you still tired?"

For a second, the girl seemed to think about it. "A little bit. I hope I'll get to sleep."

-

EP1-3. First Step of the Travel

After landing and walking through the airport for a good bit, they arrived at the visa checkpoints. Jun and Minghao were separated from the group due to their Chinese passports, but what caught the members off-guard was when Minnie was directed towards a different line than them.

"Where are you going?" Mingyu asked the girl as he filmed himself.

"We took Minnie's EU passport, not her Korean one, so she has an easier way," one of the producers behind him explained to him. The '97 Liner nodded while watching her walk away.

The female member had gotten her own vlogging camera, filming the lower side of her face that was still covered by a mask. She didn't start talking until she came to a halt and pulled the mask down and the camera up to show her entire face.

"And now we'll wait. Because the members are gonna take a little bit longer than me." And ended her commentary with a smile.

-

Dino, Hoshi, and Wonwoo were the first to join her.

"Noona, you just walked through the gates!" The youngest called out as soon as they had caught up with her.

Minnie chuckled, "Yeah, it's like this within some countries in Europe. If you were born here."

"Aaah," he nodded. "Practical."

When she saw the vlogging camera Hoshi was holding up, the girl put her own one down, focusing more on her surroundings as they walked through the entrance/exit of the airport and out into the warm late summer air.

The rest of the members, besides Jun and Minghao, were already hot on their tracks as well and followed them to the bus that was waiting for them outside. Walking in, they greeted the driver before cramping together into the seats at the back. Vernon and Minnie decided to sit together with the younger member by the window and the girl by the aisle.

During their little gaming session, the girl decided to relax, mostly focused on her own phone, texting her mum about their arrival, sending a quick message to their leader and scrolling through Social Media.

When Minghao and Jun finally joined them on the bus, they were ready to leave. Right from the start, the producers could feel the energy coming from the group. Everyone was excited and most of them had slept enough on the flight, explaining their high energy levels.

"The name of the airport," a staff member suddenly spoke up, "is Leonardo Da Vinci Airport."

"Ooh, Vernonnie." Dokyeom's voice rang through the ears of the girl. Only a split second later, she started to laugh. The members quickly caught onto the comment by the '97 Liner.

"No, Leonardo da Vinci."

"Not that Leonardo, Dokyeom-ah," Minnie and Mingyu spoke at the same time, both smiling at the situation. It was only then that Vernon, the man in question, realised what was being said, making him chuckle as he ran a hand over his face.

During the rest of the drive, Na PD was in charge of entertainment. He started with the description of their accommodation, mentioning that it was an Airbnb they had booked. But before they would get to their housing, the crew had decided to make a quick stop by the Colosseum to take a group picture and let the idol group roam around a little bit.

The producer started them off with some facts.

"You all know what it looks like, right?" 

The group agreed in union.

"Round and pretty," Minnie added with a bright face. At the sound of her voice, Wonwoo turned his head to glance over at her, a fond smile on his lips.

"Right," the producer answered, "Round and... yeah, pretty I guess too." Making the girl chuckle. "It's a building that was built about 2000 years ago. It's an ancient theatre. Simply put an amphitheatre. There's an audience, and what do you think they did in the centre?"

"Duel," Wonwoo and Minnie answered at the same time. With grins, they glanced at each other, chuckling when their eyes met. European history had always been a big interest of theirs.

"Exactly," Na PD pointed at the two. "Duel. Gladiators would fight each other or a tiger vs. human."

The girl suddenly gasped quietly, "Hoshi-hyung..." Which only seemed to have reached the ears of the two '96 Liners next to her, who had turned to smile at the other one, clearly amused by the comment of the female member. 

-

After they arrived at the sight, the group quickly split up again into smaller portions, each member wanting to see and explore the ancient building for themselves.

Minnie stood still as her eye raked up and down the height of the Colosseum, astonished at what she was seeing with her own eyes.

"It's so much bigger than I expected for some reason," she commented out loud, catching the attention of Yeongseok, who had stopped to her left.

He nodded. "Mm, but you must be used to buildings like this, or not?"

The girl shook her head with a smile. "I don't think you can ever get used to this. Ancient buildings are always so shocking when get to see them in real life."

"The Eiffel Tower for you too? You must've seen that quite a few times already," he continued the conversation as the two made their way further around the arena.

Minnie chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so," she explained, "But it's a lot smaller than people expect."

"Oh, really?" To which she nodded.

"So, this," she pointed towards the building right in front of them, "Is... insanely beautiful. Especially now at night."

-

Once the idol group had gotten back together, the individual sightseeing coming to an end, they decided to try to give their leader a call, reminding themselves of the fact that the time in Korea was 6 a.m., so the chances of him picking up were slim. Explaining, why they were so surprised when Seungcheol did in fact pick up the call, revealing his tired face on the screen of Hoshi's phone.

"Oh, he picked up!" Dino called out, making the girl, who was still in awe of the arena, turn around.

"S.COUPS!" Jun shouted out in glee. Minnie chuckled, watching the screen, seeing how clearly tired the '95 Liner was, assuming they had ripped him out of his sleep and that ungodly hour.

"We came to the Colosseum," Hoshi explained to him.

"Is it fun?" The leader wondered, his voice laced with pure exhaustion and still deeper than usual.

"It would be more fun with you here," the girl smiled, getting a chuckle from him in return.

"Mh, I bet," he sarcastically answered.

The performance unit leader suddenly announced they'd be taking a picture, surprising Cheol over the phone, who did his best to do some kind of pose in his position on the bed. Even with his absence, a group picture with all of them together was necessary.

-

EP1-4. Something Happened in Their House

In groups, the members were ordered to leave the bus and start their seven-minute walk towards their Airbnb. Minnie was in the second group that got to exit the vehicle, along with Hoshi, Wonwoo, and Minghao. As soon as they stepped out and fell into their usual walking tempo, for comfort, the girl looped her right arm with Wonwoo's left - no reaction from him. The group easily fell into a natural conversation, commenting on what was around them, what they passed, and the warm weather they were lucky enough to catch during this time of year.

"I'm not normally sentimental," the '96 Liner from the Hip-Hop-unit suddenly stated. "But it's gonna become sentimental."

The female member nodded. "Because we're on our first real vacation as a group, minus Seungcheol-oppa. And in a really nice city as well." The three men agreed with nods.

-

When they finally arrived at their housing for the night, they got to walk through the apartment in the old building the crew had rented out for the group. Each room had its own charm and the members already knew it wouldn't be easy to choose. But then again, their individually designated rooms often get lost after nights of drinking and playing games, and suddenly four people are sleeping in a two-person bed. So the choices weren't all that important to the singers.

They decided to let faith decide and play a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. The winner would get to choose first, then the second, and so on until each member had a bed assigned to them.

One after the other, the singers walked around until they reached the room they had chosen to sleep in. Dino and Jun had decided on the three-beds room, leaving one still free. That's when Minnie appeared from around the corner to glance inside.

"Ooh," she commented with a smile as she came in. "I don't think we've ever shared a room together in this constellation, right?"

Jun agreed, "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Noona, stay, it's gonna be fun," the maknae, who had already made himself comfortable on one of the beds that had gotten pushed together.

Minnie chuckled, walking in to throw her cardigan and the pouch she had taken from the plane, onto the mattress. "Of course, I'm gonna stay with you guys."

"Yeyy," Dino looked up at the older member, who smiled down at him. He was quick to sit up straight once he noticed she had gotten comfortable on the other bed right next to him. "Do you want to sleep by the window?" The youngest asked her.

"Hm?" Minnie wondered, turning to her right to see the window being closest to her bed. "I don't mind it."

"Okay," he nodded before throwing himself onto the sheets.

-

Minnie and Jun had left their assigned rooms. He had joined the four beds Joshua, Hoshi, Mingyu and Dokyeom-room, engulfed in comfortable conversations as they settled into their housing, while Minnie paid a visit to Jeonghan, Woozi, Wonwoo, and Seunkgwan's room.

The girl was sitting on the bed with the '98 Liner when Na PD surprised them with a visit. "Please wait in the room for five to ten minutes!" He announced as he waltzed in.

"Okay," he got a reply in chorus back.

As soon as he left again, the group started talking.

"His eyes are weird, I keep on saying this," Woozi commented, getting a round of chuckles from the members in return.

"They're spun around," Seungkwan added.

Minnie sighed, "I'm telling you, we still can't trust them. What are we gonna sleep in? We don't have any extra clothes." Her question seemed to get the roommates to thinking, the wheels inside their heads visibly starting to turn.

"Maybe... maybe they'll give us something," the youngest of them answered her with a shrug.

"But we're definitely gonna have to work for them," the '96 Liner stated. "They're not just gonna give us everything."

"Yeah, I don't think so either," the girl agreed, letting herself sink into the mattress.

-

After a few minutes, the members were called to gather in the kitchen. Walking in, they could already see that something had been set up.

"Tax-free?" Minnie wondered out loud as soon as she had entered the room. Joshua, who was already sitting down, turned to where she was looking at - a poster on the wall.

Slightly confused, yet intrigued, the girl took a seat opposite Woozi and next to Jeonghan, waiting for the next steps as the two main songwriters of the group grinned at each other. Both were still carrying only a small amount of trust with them when it came to the program they were filming.

Yeongseok brought in a shopping trolly, that he placed on the table the two were sitting on, revealing it to be filled to the brim and explaining the meaning of it to the group. As they hadn't had time to pack anything, aka the crew didn't let them bring anything other than what they could carry on their body, the producing team would provide them with everything they could possibly need. 

Ranging from toiletries to clothing or even electronics, the crew had thought of every single thing. The first thing they presented were T-shirts. But not just any shirts. Custom-made T-shirts for each member. The group gazed at the item of clothing with wide eyes. Every shirt had a different design, fitted to the member whose name was written across the chest. Cherries for S.Coups, dumbells for Woozi, and so on.

Next was underwear. A true essential.

"Hold on," Minnie suddenly stopped. She pointed to a pack of black underwear with a rim she only knew too well. "I have to work for the underwear I model for? I thought I'd get them for free." As they were Calvin Klein underwear the production team had packed for her, the girl was surprised.

"AH!" Seungkwan suddenly shouted out. "You don't have to remind us of that photoshoot!" Getting a round of chuckles from the members in return, and a sarcastic big grin from the girl.

"You're welcome!" To which the '98 Liner only glanced at her in disgust.

"I'm sorry, Minnie-ya," Na PD told her. "But you also had to work to become an ambassador, right?"

With a squint, she glared at the man to her left. "Touché," she mumbled loud enough for the other members to hear, who laughed at the conversation.

The show continued as he presented the rest of the containments of the bag: Kimchi (jongga, of course), dumbells for whoever would want to work out, cup ramyeon, shorts, shampoo, a NANA Tour guidebook, zip lock bags, fans, wet tissues, stir-fried gochujang, toothbrushes and toothpaste, a bag, merch, and even earphones.

Then, last, but most definitely not least, the producer pulled out an envelope, with a quick side-remark.

"Jeonghan-ah, you'll really need this. You're going to cry," he explained. "For all of you, filled with his heart S.Coups' letter." Without missing a beat, the vice leader of the group suddenly erupted in fake tears, his groans echoing through the room. The girl couldn't help but chuckle as she nudged him with her elbow. Once he returned back to his normal state and Na PD sat back, she leaned over to the '95 Liner.

"Cheol told me to choose the letter."

"When?" He looked down at her in slight confusion.

"When we said goodbye to him. He mentioned a letter, but I was so confused about what he meant. But it must be this." Jeonghan nodded, leaning apart again to avoid suspicion from the production crew.

After they were introduced to all of the items, the group was clearly intrigued by what they could get. They knew they could, but how? Well, definitely not for free, of course. Yeongseok explained they would have to play a game, earning item after item with each round they'd win. The game they had decided on was 'Human Zero'. A game Seventeen was somewhat familiar with, but since they hadn't played it in quite a while, the worries were accordingly high.

But as soon as the game started, every fear had made its way out of the window. The group was surprisingly good at the game Na PD had chosen. In each round, the members made the right decision with who decided they should and shouldn't stand up. They were very good. Too good in the producer's opinion. Suspicion rose.

Even when they asked Hoshi what number Yeongseok should shout out next, the idol group stood strong and won another round.

It went as far as that the members even individually promised to stand up, making him almost want to shout out '13!' but if there's one thing Seventeen was flawless at, it would be teamwork - and teamwork only worked amongst the team, individuals outside of the group wouldn't understand.

Even though the idol group won each round unexpectedly, even with repeated attempts to change the game's rules and make it less likely for them to win and to prove they weren't cheating, it was still as entertaining as everyone expected. The entire crew was laughing along with the singers, surprised by the unexpected win after win.

The planned five rounds quickly turned into fifteen with Seventeen winning each round and the production even adding products they could win. But just because it didn't turn out the way the crew had planned, didn't mean it was any less entertaining. If anything, it made it all that much more amusing. It was the living proof that Seventeen talked, slept and breathed a language only they could understand.

"Just take all of this," Na PD sighed in defeat as he pointed to the prices on the table.

With all the interesting things they had earned, there was one thing that was still a mystery to the group and they'd finally get to reveal.

Jeonghan got handed over the letter Seungcheol had written to his members. He opened the envelope and opened the piece of paper, a piece of plastic being the first thing to catch their eyes.

Minnie glanced at it. Her facial expression of confusion quickly changed into surprise as she realised what the '95 Liner had just picked up - Coups' credit card.

"Oh wow..." Jeonghan gasped out loud along with Dokyeom who looked at the letter with wide eyes.

"That's not a letter," the girl commented, leaning in to try and read the words that were written on the piece of paper the card had come in. He read it out loud.

"Thank you for picking my letter. I feel so sorry for you guys going without any preparation. You can use this card however you want. I will be waiting for you well in Korea. You can use this card however you want, okay? Have fun. I love you."

A round of claps and gasps in affection filled the room.

"It really is his personal card," Dokyeom pointed out.

"His personal card?!"

"Woah... he really is the best leader," Minnie commented. A round of heads nodded in agreement.

They decided on Dino to keep the card safe as he was already the manager of the pocket money they had received before their departure.

So after a long day of travels and finally also a game, the group was released.

"Since it's late, hurry up and wash up. Change into these clothes and let's rest well," he dismissed the members.

"Good night," Minnie's voice echoed through the room as some members clapped in appreciation

"Well done, guys."

"Great job."

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kintsugi kid (what is there between us if not a little annihilation)

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NOTE: updated this because i decided i wasn't satisfied with it

Lord de Rolo and Lady Allura were—understandably—pissed. As were the rest of the hells, but the fractured decorum on the Lord and Lady’s faces was much more distinctly out of place.

After Fearne kicked Ashton in the face, the hells reigned in their upset long enough to be led back upstairs to Whitestone castle and guided to their rooms. They made it clear that the hells were in no condition to go to Ruidus, and would spend one more night in the castle. Ashton didn’t give a shit either way.

Ashton dragged his weary limbs into the bedroom he was in the night before and collapsed on the edge of the bed. His limbs ached and burned in tandem, as if his nerves didn't know which sensation to address first, so they just threw everything at Ashton in one go. He stretched out his new arm, hoping to alleviate even a fraction of the pain, waiting for the group to unleash their rage on him.

He only realized he was in for a truly unpleasant conversation when Laudna shut the door behind a reluctant Imogen, leaving them alone in the room.

She turned to face Ashton and crossed her arms over her chest, dark eyes glaring at them from across the room. Ashton looked away, focusing instead on his hand as he extended and curled his new molten fingers repeatedly, testing the sensation and range of motion. The energy inside was a thrilling zing through their veins.

Without looking up from their hand, Ashton asked Laudna, “how long are you going to stand there before you lay into me?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Laudna asked with emphasis.

“You want the list in chronological order or alphabetical?”

“This is not funny!” Laudna all but screeched, throwing her hands in the air. “Is your life really that much of a joke to you?”

“Have you been paying attention to anything I’ve said about my life? I think you already know the answer to that.”

“No,” Laudna exhaled, harsh and upset. “I don’t think I do. You contradict yourself at every fucking turn, Ashton. You're such a hypocrite, how would any of us know what you really think?”

Ashton finally looked up at her, their anger a kindling ember beneath their sternum. It felt different than before, less like something they could control and more like something controlling them.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Laudna leveled an admittedly terrifying glare at Ashton, her lips pressed into a thin, upset line. “How many times are you going to literally shatter before you stop being so reckless?” “I wasn’t trying to die—” Ashton protested, shifting as if to get up and abandoned the idea halfway. He was still exhausted and aching, and moving didn't help. “I don’t believe you!” Laudna cut them off, the words exploding out of her with a fierce jerk of her arms. “Your words and your actions don’t line up, Ashton. You told F.C.G. no one wants a martyr, and then you pull this because you don’t want any of us to get hurt. You tell us you care about us, that you want to live, but you don’t trust us to have your back and you continuously pull reckless stunts. What is the truth, Ashton?”

Ashton clenched their teeth together, jaw cracking slightly with the force of it. He looked down at his lava rock arm again and figured the answer was pretty clear.

“I want to have a legacy. I want to be remembered for something—something I chose, instead of something that happened to me.”

“How were any of us supposed to know? You never said a damn thing to clue us into the fact we were supposed to care about this shard the way you do. We could have helped you, Ashton! And why does this legacy have to include risking your life alone? Are you that selfish? You didn’t tell us, and you had Fearne lie for you, too!”

“Don’t pretend like you all wouldn’t have tried to stop me,” Ashton scoffed.

“Of course we would have tried to stop you!” Laudna screamed, her eyes watering and furious. “The tree warned us about what would happen if you tried to take on that stupid shard. Is it so hard to believe we would have tried to stop you because we care about you? Because we don’t want you to die? For fuck’s sake, Ashton, why don’t you trust us?”

“I never said I didn’t trust you,” Ashton ground out, that burning ember growing hotter in their chest.

“You could have fooled me!” Laudna snapped. “Everything you do implies otherwise—you didn’t need to say anything. You said you wanted a family. Well, you have one here, trying to help you, but that means we have to trust each other—mutually. But you lied to us, Ashton. You took advantage of our trust to do this. You used Fearne's curiosity and her faith in you because you knew she wouldn't try to stop you—you took advantage of her. What if we hadn’t realized something was wrong?”

“I knew you would,” Ashton said casually, shrugging and trying to contain their anger for once. They were fine, so what did it matter how they got here? What did it matter that kissing Fearne only tasted like guilt? “I trusted you all to keep me alive. Besides, I’m fine. It worked.”

“You...” Laudna trailed off, voice faltering. Ashton looked up at her and blinked at the unadulterated rage he found there. “Your hubris almost got you killed, Ashton! And we had to stand by and watch that happen! You shattered—do you understand that? Ashton, you were gone—to where we would have had to ask someone else to bring you back.”

“We did that for you,” Ashton pointed out. They sat in the same castle they had brought Laudna back in. The irony was not lost on him.

“It’s different and you know it,” Laudna bit out. “I died in a battle by mistake, and I left a body behind. You were on the verge of dying because you think you’re better than the gods and the primordials—because you are convinced they owe you something. If you actually died the way you were about to down there...Ashton, there would have been nothing left of you.”

They stared at each other in the heavy silence left behind from Laudna’s rant. Ashton’s chest felt white hot, like they needed to cough around heartburn, like acid was pooling in their throat. He held it in stubbornly, determined to prove he could control this.

“I did this to take control of my situation,” Ashton ground out eventually. “You can’t tell me that if this was about Delilah, you would have done anything different.”

“I would have talked to you all,” Laudna said, unyielding. “I would have let everyone say their piece, and explained what I was doing and why. Maybe I would have ignored everyone and gone through with it, but at least I wouldn't have done it alone, or used someone's faith in me against them. That’s what I would have done differently.”

Ashton opened his mouth to argue, to tell Laudna she was wrong—that she was more like him than she thought. But one look at her expression and Ashton couldn’t find the words. This was where they diverged, where the line of distinction pulled them apart. Laudna knew her limitations, and Ashton refused to acknowledge his. She was figuring out how to be cared for, and Ashton assumed they were incapable of being loved in any way that mattered.

Ashton had never been cared for the way they wanted to be. No one ever stuck around long enough to do so. They didn't have a framework for accepting the simple fact that these assholes cared about him. So instead, Ashton held them at arms length and convinced himself he was unlovable—because it was easier to stay broken than it was to heal after decades of hurt.

He looked at Laudna across the room and stayed silent.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Laudna said, voice low and acidic. She stalked forward, approaching Ashton for the first time so she could glare down at them.

“How many more times are you going to shatter before you’re satisfied?”

Ashton stared up at her ink-colored eyes and smirked, small and self-deprecating.

“What if I said I’ll never be satisfied?”

Laudna’s face twisted, and for a long moment, Ashton thought she might hit them. But at the end of that moment, she took a step back and worked her jaw.

“If that’s the case,” she said, slow and measured. “Then don’t ask us to save you next time.”

Laudna turned away and went for the door. Ashton didn’t know how to call her back. This was expected, watching someone reach the threshold of how much they could care about him and his brokenness. It hurt more than he expected it to, because it was Laudna. They were supposed to be broken in the same ways. But Ashton never let his wounds heal, and Laudna had.

She opened the door and stopped halfway out.

“Apologize to Fearne,” Laudna said over her shoulder. "Or you're getting kicked again."

She started to shut the door behind her, and Ashton couldn't take it anymore.

"Fearne told me she didn't want it."

Laudna paused, turning back to look at him over her shoulder. Her brow was furrowed, but Ashton latched onto the fact that she was listening.

"I asked her if she wanted the shard, and she said that she thought it was meant for me," Ashton placed their lava rock hand over their chest and exhaled, weary. "Yes, I made her lie to all of you, and I scared her. But I don't regret it. I chose this."

Ashton lifted his new arm and stared at it, a mix of emotions swirling unpleasantly in his chest.

"I chose this. For once in my fucking life, I got to choose how I broke." Ashton's eyes slid from their fingers to Laudna's face. He wasn't sure what he was looking to find there, but he was desperate for someone—for her—to understand. "I did this."

Laudna didn't move for a long few moments. Ashton wondered if they really had exceeded the limits of Laudna's patience, if this was it. But then she sighed, long and weary, and shut the door. She walked over to Ashton and sat down on the bed beside them, reaching out for his new arm and hesitating, her fingers hovering over the lava rock. Ashton made no move to close the distance, waiting for Laudna to make that choice.

Eventually, she slid her fingers around Ashton's wrist, seeming surprised when the rock didn't immediately burn her.

"Does it still hurt?" Laudna asked, her voice warbled with emotion. Ashton was surprised at the sudden turned, but then realized he probably shouldn't be. He knew that she cared.

"You mean everything?" Ashton asked. Laudna nodded, her eyes stuck on his arm. "Not really, but I think it's because the new arm is so overwhelmed it's numb. Might change later."

"I..." Laudna paused, breath stuck audibly before she pushed out a heavy breath. "I didn't mean it, what I said. We're always going to try and save you—save each other. Unless you ask us not to. Even then, we'll probably fight you on it."

"I kind of deserved all that," Ashton laughed, curling his fingers again. "I could tell you were all pissed at me."

"We want to support you, Ashton," Laudna said with emphasis. "We know how important this is to you, figuring out who you are. But you have to understand how scary that was, and how much it hurt to realize you lied to us. Yes, we would have tried to stop you from doing something so reckless. But maybe we could have found another way, one that wouldn't have put your life at so much risk. You said yourself that we're supposed to be a family, right? So, include us. We want to help you."

Ashton clenched their jaw, trying to find the words to tell Laudna that the last time they had a family, it was the Nobodies. And they all knew how that had ended. As much as Ashton wanted a family again, it was terrifying.

"Ashton," Laudna said, tone firm. He looked up at her, surprised that his eyes were misty.

"We care about you. You know that, right?"

Ashton stared at her, and she held his gaze in return, unflinching. He wasn't sure how to accept this, but he knew better than to turn her away.

"Yeah," Ashton said, voice wobbling. "I do."

[deusauris]

There’s absolutely no order or sense to this, I just threw together sea slug reproduction facts and called it a day. Okay here we go:

First of all, sea-slugs are simultaneous hermaphrodites so they can play both roles at the same time, it often resulting in a strange daisy chain of sea slug reproduction. This is very commonly seen with the sea hares especially, in which many sea hares find each-other using their chemical trails in the spring/summer seasons and then coming together to form this chain, in which they can both give or receive, or even do both at the same time. The black sea hare is also the largest sea slug species to exist currently! One is pictured below.

Now, let’s look at this one particular species of sea slug: Siphopteron makisig. (Pictured below)

What makes this little guy interesting is that it Stabs its mate. The mating process is pretty normal with the usual expected penetration. Traumatic penetrating (penetrating a part of the partner’s body that isn’t necessarily a reproductive organ for better/more effective insemination) has been noted in certain sea slug species however, this is the only noted species to stab its partner between the eyes, with one of the prongs (stylet) of its penis that is almost needle-shaped.

Both of the partners stab each-other between the eyes. This is seen as an attempt to ensure that the other sea slug lays as many eggs as possible by injecting the hormones directly into the nervous system.

While we are on the topic though, traumatic mating is also usually used to “ensure success” as the injury is thought to prevent further mating and therefore ensuring the offspring or further descendants of the slug who already got the chance. This “ensuring” is a pretty common theme in sea slugs from what I’ve seen? Though there are different methods. Take the Chromodoris Reticulata, for example.

This sea slug is mostly known for its detachable and regrowable penis, which it has coiled up and spiralled inside of their body, and it disposes the exposed part of after use. This is why they can repeatedly mate about 3 times, as a day is usually how long it takes for regrow to. I am pretty sure that it’s the only known creature to be able to regrow the penile appendage too? Insane.

Also I wasn’t sure where to put this but I remembered this right as I was typing so, the reproductive organs of all sea slugs are on their right sides — both of the organs — so they kind of just, connect to each other. One fits into the orifice of other, while the other fits into the orifice of the first. Kind of like legos.

Their penises also have hooks, though that goes for most sea slugs that I have heard of. They have little “spines” on them which hook on to ensure, like I said before, most effective insemination. And while we are on this topic! Let’s note that the first insemination attempt has been speculated and considered to actually be an attempt to remove the previous given sperm of their partner’s previous mates so that, again, more effective insemination from that mate in particular can take place. It pretty much scoops the rival sperm out of its partner to replace with its own, so that it is the one whose genes are passed.

Also I didn’t get to talk about traumatic mating so much, so, hopping back to it for a second. Did you know there was a whole article and an accompanying video based on traumatic penetration in sea slug reproduction? Specifically that of the Phidiana Lynceus. The article carries a beautiful title, “Love will tear us apart.” Which is quite fitting for this species, as it’s one of the most violent ones around when it comes to sea slugs. They approach each other with much hostility and aggression but will choose to mate anyway; however they will keep this sense of hostility throughout their mating, as you will know in a second.

The 3 minute video (I tried to attach the link but it didn’t let me so, ask me for it separately if interested) included them eating and consuming one another’s cerata quite aggressively while they mated, after throwing each-other’s penis against their partner. Ceratas are basically used for defence + attack (or decoy in some species, who drop them to distract predators!), and nudibranches such as the pictured species eat stinging celled creatures and passed those cells to the tip of its own cerata. Anyway, they try to consume and ingest as much cerata of one another possible but sometimes it’s only torn, in which case the partner will just suck the contents through the wound. This goes on for a few minutes after which the insemination process gets over with.

[ventiwest]

charlie and carlisle👹

this is meant to be a joke pls don't take it seriously💀

includes: piss kink, anal, handjobs‼️

it was a cold summer night. the air blowing on the back of my neck. the branches scratching violently on the window. i could feel his presence behind me. *sniff* "charlie." i pretended to be asleep. but i knew he knew my tricks. i felt his cold hand on my abs, while his other hand snakes down my hardened package. "charlie, i know you're awake. i hunger for your massive horse cock, you know how i love when you peg me into the earth." i got goosebumps when he said this into my ear. he latched his teeth to my ear lobe and sucked. his hand now finding itself going into my underwear. "please charlie, i need you." his hand pumping up and down my shaft. it took all of my willpower to not let out a soft moan. he pumped faster, and i could no longer suppress my moans. i leaned into my pillow because my daughter bella is in the other room. he stared into my eyes. those golden orbs making me thirst for his asshole. i could feel the cum leaking out of my meat stick. "such a messy boy." he said. i got up and slammed carlisle against the wall softly. holding both his hands in my grip and holding it above his head. my other hand snaked down his pants and grabbed hold of his massive member. "you're leaking already, so impatient." i said. his moans turned me on so much. i pumped my fist up and down quickly, his head thrown against the wall. my eyes never leaving his beautiful face. his pale skin glistened in the moonlight. his chiseled eyebrows pressed together making a fine line in the middle. his perfect lips turned upwards as the soft moans left his mouth. "charlie, you make me feel so good" his words making me want to go faster. i could feel his little buddy twitch in my grip. "come on carlisle, cum on daddy." his warm seed spurting all over my face. some getting in my mouth. salty yet sweet. i let go of his long john and hands. i grabbed him by the hips and threw him on my bed. being careful not to make any noise. "your legs are already spread for me. such a good boy." i turned him over and spanked him like an african drum. i grabbed my bottle of lube and spread it all over his asshole. i bent down and proceeded to rim him. his tight pink hole puckering in anticipation. "just wait a second my dear, we will get there in a moment." i grabbed the paddle and whip and beat him like the red headed step child he is. i grabbed the bottle of lubricant and spread it on my little peter. slowly pushing one finger into his puckering hole. his moans made my cock twitch. i shoved two fingers into his tight hole and spread them. making just enough room to shove my massive sex goblin into his anus. "be a good boy and take daddy nicely." i slammed my hips into him. his head flopping onto the pillow. i slammed repeatedly into his hips. his moans were like music to my ears. watching the strongest man i knew fold under me made me feel like god. "daddy, please piss in me." and like he asked, i urinated into his rectum. his hot spurt escaping his long rod. i pulled out of his super massive black hole, and spanked him with the paddle. i grabbed a singular mcdonald's napkin and wiped off the tip of my manhood. i grabbed a singular wendy's napkin and wiped the inside of his colossal hole. i pulled my boxers back up and grabbed his pants. he was unable to stand because his legs shook so much. i sat him down on my couch as i changed the sheets. his eyes following everywhere i went. "thank you charlie, i really needed you tonight." i laid back down on my fresh sheets. and watched as he descended out of my window. my heart wrenched as i watched his figure leave my room. "till next time my love."

[lilac-5ky]

Takasugi reading headcanon

A/N: Takasugi strikes me as someone who could appreciate books. Also it’s late and when it’s late I think of him so…yeah! Fluff Headcanon for him! Also, it took a while for me to settle on the kind of book Takasugi would read, but I think he’d find Machiavelli interesting enough. I’ve read this book a loooong time ago, meaning I had to search for specific bits from it to include in this headcanon.

Warning: No warnings, dig in

After losing his left eye, reading turned out to be a much more daunting task for Takasugi. Especially during the first couple of years following the war, adjusting to his condition didn't come easily and so, he steered completely off books.

Things got better as time went by and he was able to go back to reading. However, the longer his eye stayed glue to his book, the more uncomfortable it felt for him. His sessions were cut short more often than not and always occurred away from prying eyes, with the sole exception of you.

Naturally, he'd never admit his issue. He was too prideful to do that. Besides, he is one to keep his frustrations to himself. It was only after you noticed him repeatedly squinting his eye, that you began to figure it out. In spite of the troubled expression of his face, you hadn’t heard him flip a single page in over ten minutes. He simply stayed idle, pretending to be in deep thought, oblivious to the fact that you’d been watching him.

Determined to help him, you took a seat on the couch he was sitting, scooting closer to him until you could comfortably peek into the contents of his book.

"Hm?" Takasugi glanced at you from between the pages.

"What are you reading?"

Rather than answering you, he flipped the book close, allowing you to read the label. The title read "The Prince", a book you had never heard before, but then again, your had a completely different taste when it came to literature.

"Is that a fairytale?" He smiled, hinting at your incorrect assumption.

"Then... can I read too?" Before he could reject your offer, you grabbed the book off his hands. In a flash, you threw your body onto the couch, resting your head against his lap. He appeared to be slightly perplexed, yet once you raised the book before your eyes, he understood what you were trying to do.

"Let's see... 'The lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.'" You read through the first sentence of the page. "A lion... fox?" Even after going through it once more, the sentence seemed as incomprehensible as it did the first time.

Placing his hand on top of your head, Takasugi caressed you softly, moving a couple of loose strands out of the way. "One needs to be in possession of both strength and cunning in order to rule." He explained.

You nodded, reading through the rest of the page out loud, before moving onto the next one.

" 'How we live is so different from how we ought to live that he who studies what ought to be done rather than what is done will learn the way to his downfall rather than to his preservation.' "

Once again, you were clueless as to what the author meant to say. Perhaps the book was smarter than you, or perhaps you were too stupid to begin with. Either way, this wasn't about you. Whether you understood or not, it didn't matter as long as he was enjoying it.

Just as you were about to flip onto the next page, Takasugi moved his other hand onto your fingers as to stop you.

"It means that reality is different than ideals. Unless you are able to put them into practice, you will fail. It's no good to dwell on something impractical."

Seeing your eyes lighten up, Takasugi removed his hand from the book, all the while he kept his fingers entangled with your hair, absentmindedly toying with them. It felt so soothing that you could easily fall asleep on him. The way he explained things to you, the way he pet you, even the way he looked at you was beyond comforting.

You kept on reading the book for him, catching him close his eye as he leaned back against the couch. Whenever you stumbled upon a concept that was hard to understand, he took his time to explain it thoroughly, making sure you got to properly experience the book together. Though it wasn't something you'd pick up on your own, reading to him turned out to be much more fun than anticipated, as much for you as it was for Takasugi.

After a while of going without asking any questions, you came across a quote that piqued your interest.

" 'Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.' "

"You don't get that?” He hummed softly.

“No, it’s not that… I just disagree. I’d rather be loved than feared.” You declared, earning a delighted chuckle from him.

“Of course you’d say that. Y/N, you are so easy to read.” Takasugi smirked.

“You disagree?” You asked with a pout.

His smirk widened into a smile as he leaned closer to you, pulling the book away from your face. He tilted his head in amusement, capturing your chin between his index and his thumb, with your eyes following his ever move.

"When did I ever play safe?"

Bringing your face closer to his, Takasugi gently pressed his lips against yours, cautiously relishing the sweet taste they had to offer. You closed your eyes, feeling warmth spread throughout your body. Even when the answer he gave you wasn’t a verbal one, you were still content with it. After all, it was in moments like this that you knew your feelings were reciprocated, whether he expressed such with words, or not.

"Thank you." He mumbled before shifting back to his previous position.

Despite being aware of your ruse, he played along without turning down your act of kindness. Even if the book said fear and love couldn’t coexist, at the time you felt both; your love for him warming you up, with the fear of him ever letting go enough to bring chills down your spine.

You remained smiling at one another for a bit, until your fingers found their way back onto the pages of the book. More words about rulers and power plays followed, with the words twisting your tongue and your brain. Eventually, you paused, a certain piece catching your eye once again.

"Oh, this one suits you!” You exclaimed, tugging onto his sleeve. “ ‘Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.' I feel really lucky to have experienced you, Shinsuke.”

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Well, at least I have FINALLY gotten Mom’s Mother’s Day stuff mailed.

I had a devil of a time with it.

The sculpey made me frustrated beyond belief. At least six years old, hard as rock, hours of grinding with my fingers getting raw, and I worked enough into usable shape. Then the sculpey would NOT stick to itself. It was mushy in my hot hands, yet would crack at the same time. I tried to get around the attaching things like heads and arms, I tried to make them from one lump of sculpey. That doesn’t ever go well for me. I had to sculpt aspects out of natural sculpting order. I was too ambitious for the materials, which made it even worse.

It looked awful. Rough sculpting , with squished bits and cracks.

And then I had to paint it.

UGH. Dried up paint, worn out brushes, I actually sat on a brush breaking it in half…..

Let’s just say that at one point I painted the eyes on one face from 7:30 pm till 4 am. I was washing it off and starting over repeatedly, then had to redo the face. Paint built up. And guess what? It still took me two hours the next day before I threw my hands up and declared “It’ll do…maybe.” I have NEVER had so much trouble painting a damn face. Worst eyes ever! I’ve made a mermaid with eyes more suited to a frog!!

Any other time it would be okay. I’d just pick the best from several options. This time everything took so much longer than usual, and I have been so overwhelmingly busy, that I couldn’t even finish a back up. I have one, but it’s only half painted and too fragile to mail anyone. No choices.

Honestly, it should have been one night getting sculpey usable, one night to sculpt, one night for adjustments and baking, two nights to paint, and one night for any final touchups and pics. I have spent double that! Everything was so hard. I may have screamed in frustration a few time.

Then, making it all worse, it turned out I couldn’t afford to buy a card, so I would have to make a card.

A card from the stuff I had. Old stuff. Stuff I’d had to pack away 10yrs ago. The markers had dried up. The paper wouldn’t work with the colored pencils. I used a glue gun to attach flowers I made from tissue paper and pipe cleaner stems, only to get hot glue all over the damn place, including me (Lots. OUCH!) and the floor (joining a lot of paint). I added glitter, but the glue I used for that took so long to dry (still damp 24hrs later!) that it was touch and go if I could pack it before the post office closed at 5pm.

Oh god, I made better cards when I was four! And would you believe I spent five hours trying to make these disasters??

So I devoted many, many hours to making Mom’s gift and cards, and it all ended up an ugly mess!!!

I sure hope Mom sees the love behind it all and not the hideous reality. I wish I weren’t so utterly disappointed in what I made.

**sigh**

But, it’s mailed in time to get to her. I guess that counts for something.

Maybe.

I wish I could just buy her something, rather than trust myself to make something worthy of her. Most the time it works out, but sometimes…… Well, generic grocery store flowers would be an improvement !

[nikkiandherhouseofhorrors]

The Dark Side Of Innocence

Have you ever been accused of something that you’ve never done? Ever been picked on for something that was far from the truth? Have you been stalked in a way that made you feel violated? Well I’m one of them, I chose the wrong person and I didn’t do anything at all. I’ve been a virgin for as long as I can remember, I haven’t even had a kiss and this is what it’s come to. I’ve only talked to a handful of guys, some sounded nice and I was so wrong. I talked to them for maybe 2 seconds and then rumors were spreading around that I slept around, what? Everyone started harassing me and calling me the school slut. I was walking down the hallway like always and I looked up only to see my locker covered in notes saying things like, slut, whore, hooker, you deserved it, nerdy bitch, blah blah blah. I ripped them off in anger and threw them into the trash. I heard snickering and I turned to see the bratty cheerleader squad laughing at me and I tear up. 

Other weird things have been happening too, I’ve been getting weird notes on my porch. One day I was walking home and I looked down and saw a single rose with a card. On the inside was a picture of my shadow behind the curtains with a note that said, “I can stop all this.” I threw it away so quickly I didn’t even have time to blink. That wasn’t the only note, I got 3 in one week and it started to scare me. Several different pictures and the notes were more sinister. A picture of me in my nightgown looking out the window of my bedroom, one of me walking down the street from a coffee shop I loved, and another of me on the beach reading a book. Whoever is following me was trying to make me afraid, well they got it. 

1st Note: “You shouldn’t have walked away.” 

2nd Note: “Maybe you’ll learn to love me.” 

3rd Note: “Why pretend. You know who I am.” 

I was getting shamed at school for being a falsely accused slut and now I was getting notes pestering me to remember someone I don’t know. The next day I went to school and instead of notes on my locker it was written there in permanent marker, my lip twitched in anger and hearing the cheerleaders laughing I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked right up to them and punched the first face I saw which happened to be their leader. A huge fight broke out and I took a huge beating. I was bloody and disoriented until the teachers came to break it up. They took me to the hospital where I was treated and given more blood because of how much I lost from the fight. I was also suspended for fighting in school, not the cheerleaders just me. 

No surprise really, they're seen as good people because they’re better than everyone else, including the Jocks who’ve been sexually harassing me in the gym or locker room because they’ve snuck in. “What’s up slut? Have anybody else today,” I would hear that every day, it wasn’t fair. Walking home after school there was another note, this one with a dozen wilted roses. The new note read: “When are you going to figure out that I am the one for you? I feel like these wilting roses, dying without a nurturing hand. Open your eyes and the rumors will cease to exist.” Whoever wrote this note had started the rumors. Out of anger I crumpled the note and threw it into the trash can in a rage. I even took the roses and smacked them against the wall repeatedly like I was beating whoever was doing this to me. Screaming and flailing with these stupid flowers made me burst into tears, the stress was starting to make me buckle. I threw them away and threw my front door open. What I didn’t know was that I made a mistake going inside by myself. Something struck me in the back of the head and I was down instantly.

All I saw was darkness, I don’t know how long I was unconscious. Felt like hours, days, I couldn’t be sure. When I did come to all I saw was a white room and bright lights. I felt blinded, but I could hear and I couldn’t believe what I heard. “Wake up. Wakey wakey eggs and bakey. I know you’re awake sweetpea,” I know that voice. My eyes finally opened enough to see a familiar voice and I was scared. “Rodger,” my voice croaked out, probably from lack of water. He grabbed me some water and brought it to me to drink, “So you do know my name. Well it’s about time,” I coughed twice after drinking the water. “Why am I here? Where are we,” I tried moving but I couldn’t. Looking down and I saw that I had duck tape keeping me tied up. I started getting scared and he saw me starting to squirm and came over to try to calm me, but I didn’t feel calm. “Shh…. Shh….. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, which is what I should’ve done when I first talked to you. You were so sweet and nice.” I tried to shy away from him because I was scared of him, but the duck tape was keeping me restrained so I had nowhere to go. “We only talked for 2 seconds,” he made a pouty lip smirk with my response, “But for me it felt like an eternity.” I whimper as tears fall down from my eyes. This sick bastard left me those notes, started those rumors, left me dying flowers on my porch, and now abducted me. And he has the balls to act like this, it’s repulsive. “Why are you doing this,” I was scared to ask because I think I knew the answer. “Because I wanted you all to myself. With you being shy and all, that means you haven’t been contaminated by all of those disgusting, disease ridden filth that roams the hallways of our school. You are the perfect woman and I’m going to love you forever and you’re going to be mine.” 

I knew it! He’s psychotic! What’s going to happen to me?! I watch him walk away to go get a washcloth. While he dabs my wound to wash the blood off of my split forehead, I couldn’t help but feel what a victim of Stockholm Syndrome feels. I don’t think I’m ever going to be free of this and it hasn’t even been 5 minutes. Tears fall down from my eyes as things start to sink in. All I can do is get through this and survive by keeping him happy even if it drives me insane because that’s all I can do right now. Who knew something so innocent could come with such dark results. We never really know someone until it’s too late to break free.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

DAY FIVE BITCHESSSSS

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Wreckage of the Past

Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 894

Warnings: fight scene, revenge, experimentation of humans, powers and unethicalness, lying, childhood trauma

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A stupid mission. There’s no other words for it. This was an extremely stupid mission.

They had 2 pros and 3 students including me. All for this one stupid fucking mission.

It was honestly mor epeople than this mission should require.

It’s a small band of criminals, easy to take down, they’re putting way too much manpower into it for what it actually is. We were just surveying the building.

On the plus side though…

I spotted All Might. Alone.

I grinned.

One step, then two, sprinting toward him I tackled him. “Well hello there.”

Of course he fought back. Swinging a punch that at the very least knocked me off of him. “Do you seriously have nothing better to do?”

“Well considering all the fucking pain you caused me and the fact the other 3 have probably got it covered, yeah. Getting back at the person who ruined my life has in fact risen on my list of priorities,” I growled.

I threw one of my knives at him. He narrowly dodged it. “Look I dont have time for-”

I charged him while holding another knife. Once again, he barely sidestepped me.

“I dont care, you’re gonna fucking make time,” I said, lunging at him again. I got a solid hit in, and kept him on the defensive.

He tried to punch me again, but missed. I was still quicker than him.

No matter how many times he tried, he was too weak, too slow, he never got a fucking hit in. I repeatedly attempted to strike him. His suit took most of the damage.

Lacerations across it, despite how indestructible it was supposed to be.

I tried to trip him with a sweep the leg, he dodged, trying for another punch at my now exposed side. I jumped out of the way with ease.

Kicking, lunging, striking him again and again, dodging, ducking, jumping, stabbing. It was blur of motion.

I got the drop on him with my quirk, tripping him with Void. I made a vine of it, threw him around the room like a ragdoll, forcing him to confront his sins, the fact this was a quirk I never would’ve had were it not for him and his stupid experiments. I threw in some spikes and random platforms to throw him against for flavour.

I was so fucking angry. He dared to kidnap me. Dared to experiment on me. Dared to give me these powerful quirks, ones he classified as too dangerous and too powerful; enough so that the official quirk blockers in my file were sedatives, and then DARED to try and make me think I was weaker than him.

That he was still somehow stronger. That he hadn’t done anything wrong.

He dared to do all it. This was what he deserved.

I let him endure my wrath until satisfied. Beaten and bruised, bloodied and broken. Just like I’d been.

“We’re not in the lab anymore, you dont have the upperhand.”

I charged at his defeated form, when a rumble sounded through the building and I got taken out by a falling beam.

I yelped.

He stood up, I could hear it. The shuffling of his injured form. The steps got closer.

“Bitch, this stupid thing wont hold me for long. I dont care what kind of hero you’re meant to be pretending to be, but you better fucking pray I dont get up this time around.”

I looked at him. He seemed apprehensive.

“I am still-”

I rammed my knife into the ground, cracking it. The unspoken message was there.

Run while your legs are still functional. Final warning.

It came across clear as day if the way he started to retreat was anything. I gave him a 1 minute headstart.

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

Time’s up.

I got my knife out of the ground and set it down nearby so it wouldn’t get in the way.

I pushed myself up onto my hands, something of a plank before switching to a kneeling position. Shoving the beam off my shoulders, the relief was instant. It was a good thing no one else was around right now, because I’d get questioned the fuck out of.

I decided to leave through a different door than he did.

It was… something. I could very clearly tell where fighting had and hadn't been based on all the damage. It was no wonder a beam fell on me. It looked like the place practically collapsed.

Part of me wondered how much of this had been the actual fight in here and how much was collateral damage from my own rage.

I walked through the rubble, looking for the others.

Apparently I was looking in the wrong place, however, because the second I stepped outside I was tackle-hugged by a worried Ochako.

“Woah, hey, who died?” I joked.

“I almost thought you did you big dummy, what took you so long?”

I looked around. All Might wasn’t here yet. “Got a little lost trying to find you guys. It’s quite a mess in there,” I laughed. She laughed and relaxed, letting me go.

She grabbed my hand, leading me to the car.

We settled in for the ride back when she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You never get lost no matter where we are. Pick a better lie next time.”

[xansmenagerie]

The Catnip Incident

I play in a long-running Monster of the Week tabletop game, and because I like to get a feel for how my characters evolve in downtime after the relatively short IC uptimes (most monsters are dealt with in ~72hrs) I write bits of fic in the interim.

(Because my GM has a sense of humour they often then get incorporated into uptime, but I digress.)

One of my characters, Colin, was a seventeen year old wizard who threw fireballs and worked at a petrol station - which gives you some idea of just how good he was at Life Choices. He picked up an animal transformation spell largely because he was fed up of being repeatedly dropped by all the Neighbourhood Witch's teleporters (yes, we went there).

One of his best friends happened to be an angel called Cassiel - yes, there was (and still is) a certain resemblance to a certain snarky angel from a certain monster-of-the-week tv series.

(The rest of the team mentioned in here include a hyper-intelligent and possibly immortal cat called Kitty, an ex-army fellow wizard called John, and John's extremely bookish half-sister Dana who has a Thing for the angel.)

What was affectionately referred to as The Catnip Incident happened over a year ago in real time; I've done a lot more writing since its first incarnation, and while I loved the premise I was never entirely happy with Version 1. So here you go - two for the price of one, the original and the rewrite.

Oh, and don't feel too sorry for Colin - he technically retired to safety after the Season One finale episode, and then spent so much time scratching at my brain he got himself brought back with Much Drama. Now he's the teleporter dropping everyone...

Version 1

Colin's mood could best be described as 'stoic' as he handed over some of his hard-earned wages for a cute bracelet and a terrible 'Welcome to Shrewton' glitter globe at the town's only tourist tat and New Age shop. Technically both were hush money, after a fashion; the bracelet was for when he explained the events of the afternoon to Macey, in the hope that she wouldn't get too enthusiastic about seeing the effects for herself, and the glitter globe was a "let us never speak of this again" slash apology for Cassiel.

It wasn't like he'd intended for it to happen. The Book had mentioned a time limit on animal transformations before the animal side started to become dominant, with suitable Dire Warnings, and Colin had wanted to test it out. It might have been more sensible to stay in his room for the duration but that would have been boring - and besides, there was only so much trouble he could get into as a cat, right?

He'd realised his error right at the point he caught and ate a mouse. Especially as it hadn't tasted all that bad… Colin had taken that as the signal to get human asap and had started heading home sharpish, taking a direct route across gardens instead of meandering around by the roads. That had been his second mistake. In one of the gardens another cat had been playing with something that had smelled...interesting, and his stupid cat brain had identified it and pounced before Colin had recognised the catnip toy.

Strictly speaking, he couldn't fault Cassiel's response. Colin's one concession to safety had been to ask Cassiel to come and find him if he hadn't checked in past a certain time, and when that time had come and gone Cassiel had indeed done as asked. By this point, according to Cassiel, Colin had been thoroughly out of his mind on catnip, so Cassiel had done the sensible thing and returned Colin to his bedroom before trying to persuade him back to being a human.

Which was why, some time later, when Colin had slowly drifted back into full human consciousness, it had taken him some time to identify where he was and, more importantly, what he was lying on. Cassiel had actually been impressed by just how fast Colin had moved, especially as he'd managed to protectively take the sheet with him. But, as Cassiel had very calmly pointed out while trying to get the feeling back in his legs where someone had fallen asleep on him, Colin had absolutely refused to change back unless Cassiel kept petting his ears, and so…

No, the only person Colin was feeling betrayed by right now was his mother. Because, and he was pretty sure this was in the parental manual somewhere in big letters, the reaction to finding your teenage son mostly naked and blissed out in the lap of a man in a trench coat should not be to sigh, ask if this was a 'magical thing', then drape a sheet over all the bits of said son that needed it and leave quietly. Even if said person was an angel, and even if 'a magical thing' generally was the answer to most of the weirdness in his life right now. He was at least fifty percent sure there was an incriminating photograph somewhere, or at the very least a threat of a story to be told if Colin didn't find time to do his household chores…

And that, in a nutshell, was why bribery was happening. Because there was no way what had happened would ever be communicated on without it being garbled, especially if it was Cassiel doing the telling, and Dana would murder him. And if the cost of not being murdered - and not having any of the other Scoobies making catnip jokes for the rest of Colin's brief life - was a tacky snow globe, some jewellery and doing the washing up without being asked, Colin considered that money and time well spent.

Version 2

Window propped open…check. Door wedged…check. Time check…about 10am. Okay, let's do this.

Colin quickly dashed off a text message to Cass - 'experimenting with shape shifting, come check on me if I don't text again by 4pm' - and stripped down to his boxers, throwing his uncle's leather jacket back on as fast as possible in case a certain angel came to ask questions. He waited five minutes, listening hard in case any member of his family was about to be equally awkward as he bundled his clothes up neatly by his bed.

Satisfied that he was in the clear, Colin took a deep breath; as he exhaled, he reached for the spell woven into the jacket with his mind and twisted. The shift flowed around and through him; the furniture rose up as the jacket melted into his skin and turned to feathers, arms becoming wings, eyes shifting and becoming more keen. He primly stepped out of his underwear, now lying in a heap on the floor, and after a couple of experimental wing pumps took to the air. An easy jink through the open window, a loft out over the garden fence; as soon as he was clear another twist shifted feather to fur and he dropped easily onto four paws.

There we go. Just an ordinary cat out on the prowl. Book said five hours was safe, worth checking it out while nothing's going on.

Sure, he could stay put in his room for all that time. But that was a really boring option, and Shrewton was full of interesting smells and things to poke. It wasn't like he could get into any real trouble if he kept off the roads, right? The only thing he needed to do was avoid Kitty, and that was only because he was pretty sure he was even more gangly as a cat than as a human and they would only laugh at him.

He just had to keep an eye on the time. So he'd just have to keep going past any place with an outdoor clock - like the churches - and make sure to check. Still, that was why he had angelic back-up planned, right?

Colin sauntered off - paws and tail definitely made for a better saunter, Kitty was right about that - to get a cat's eye view of town.

Nearly six hours later, Colin was wondering what all the fuss had been about. Being a cat was pretty sweet, and it hadn't exactly been difficult to keep his human thoughts in charge of his feline instincts. Sure, if anyone asked then "getting scritches" was entirely the cat brain's fault (no wonder Kitty looked blissed out sometimes when they deigned to accept them) but otherwise he'd been easily avoiding eating cat food and the like.

Something rustled in the hedge beside him. Colin flattened himself to the floor, then fluffed out his tail at annoyance at himself for being startled - especially once the tiny black eyes and pink nose of the culprit revealed themselves. 

Colin's tail twitched.

Okay, I might need to actually hunt something in this shape one day. I guess pounce and release is fine? 

He hunkered down properly, trying to judge his timing. Without really being aware of it his breathing eased and his back legs shifted beneath him. When he moved, it was too fast for the mouse and nearly too fast for himself, human mind pulled along for the ride by cat instinct. 

Then he bit the mouse's head off.

By the time Colin started thinking again, there wasn't much left besides a couple of feet and a miscellaneous organ. The human part of him was horrified; the cat part was licking his lips and contemplating those food bowls he'd left alone earlier, the tang of blood filling his nose and mouth. 

Shit shit shit! Abort!

No need to panic, and no need to worry Cass yet either. Message firmly received and all that - he was still largely in control, so if he went home right now and stopped trying to second guess how much cat instinct had snuck in without him noticing he'd be fine and would learn a valuable lesson for the future. 

Colin had wandered far enough that going by the roads would take longer than he was happy with right now, but no one was going to notice a cat taking shortcuts through gardens. He could notice it though: hedges were fine to wriggle through, but each fence jumped eroded a little bit of control as he had to concede judging the jump to instinct, too flustered to human his way over. 

He was only two gardens away when something teased at his nose. There was another- a cat rolling around and playing with something. Colin couldn't help himself getting a closer look, thoughts moving slower than his paws.

Too late, he finally recognised the danger: a fairly fresh catnip toy, the battering it had already taken only enough to release yet more scent.

The cat took over before he could tear himself away, pouncing and nibbling; the fog settled in, and all thoughts of praying for help drifted away…

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The alarm went off on Cassiel's phone. He'd conscientiously set it in response to Colin's text, even though he didn't really need it and hadn't expected it to be relevant.

Cassiel frowned. The lack of any further contact from Colin was moderately concerning but easily rectified; it took him only a moment to fly from the church to Colin's side, ready to find out what had happened. There was a snag though; he had landed next to Colin, but Colin wasn't immediately in evidence.

"Caaaasssss!" Something warm bumped heavily into his legs; he looked down at the touch and familiar voice - in sound if not in tone - to see a leggy cat now trying to twine unsteadily around his ankles.

"Ah. Hello Colin."

The cat - Colin - tilted his head sideways to look up at him, nearly tripping over his own paws, and blinked slowly. "Hiiii…" His ears perked up. "Y'came! Y'r the best, y'know?"

"Thank you," Cassiel replied gravely. "Are you well?" He felt he should ask, even if the combination of fur and slurring suggested that Colin was not, in fact, well.

Instead of a helpful reply, Colin butted his head against Cassiel's leg with a plaintive mewl of, "Scritches?"

The level of concern was starting to tick up past moderate. It wasn't just that Colin was acting drunk; there was a subtle difference in how, say, Cassiel understood Kitty when they chose to speak feline compared to an ordinary cat, and the way Colin was communicating was closer to the latter.

Cassiel squatted down next to Colin, ignoring the big eyes and hopeful headbutts. "Colin, I need you to focus. You told me to check on you if you hadn't contacted me by a certain time but did not explain why. Can you remember?"

For a moment it looked as though Cassiel might be getting through; Colin paused and sat down, rubbing at an ear with a front paw as though trying to clear his head. Then he bounded to his feet again, all enthusiasm.

"Wanna see how fast I c'n run?" Not waiting for an answer, Colin promptly shot off on a lap of the garden.

Cassiel bit back a sigh and started looking around for anything that might explain Colin's behaviour. There was, incongruously, a stuffed toy banana abandoned on the grass nearby; he stood, stepped closer, and reached out to pick it up.

There was suddenly a Colin attached to his arm, all four sets of claws scrabbling for purchase, gnawing fruitlessly but determinedly on his knuckles.

"Mine!" Colin's growl was unsurprisingly muffled but determined.

"Indeed," Cassiel replied flatly, noting as he did so from his half-crouched position the other much grumpier actual cat skulking under a shrub on the opposite side of the garden.

Given that the behaviour was very un-Colin-like, there was a good chance that the toy was at least partly responsible for Colin's current predicament. However, by clinging to Cassiel's arm Colin had at least made the next obvious step of removing him from the situation relatively straightforward; between one heartbeat and the next, Cassiel flew both of them to Colin's bedroom.

Colin shook his head vigorously then looked around. "Aww…oh hey, my bed!" He bounded up and promptly started kneading the duvet cover with his claws.

If it was a transformation issue then Cassiel supposed the next thing to check would be Colin's book of spells. It seemed unlikely that it would be out in the open, but Cassiel looked around anyway; he closed the window and removed the wedge from under the door as potential hazards but searched to no avail.

Eventually he tried Colin again, for all that Colin was now sprawling on the carpet and apparently trying to itch every section of his spine at once. "Colin. I want to read your Book. Where did you hide it?" He hoped that asking a cat to play fetch wasn't going to lead to a sulk.

Colin seemed to twist his spine through itself in the way that only cats do, bouncing up onto his feet and back onto the bed in one fluid movement with an excited meow of, "Show you!". He plunged his head under the pillow; Cassiel could only assume he'd grabbed the book binding in his teeth from the muffled noises that might have been, "Here!"

Cassiel retrieved the Book from its hiding place; noting the receipt being used as a bookmark he flicked through and, sure enough, it was on the transformation spell.

He read the details.

He looked at the message on his phone.

He looked at the time, now well past the six hour mark.

He looked at the cat that had gone back into full sprawl mode beside him on the bed.

He looked at the soul of the cat, looking far less human-shaped and far more cat-shaped than it really should.

If he had been the sort of person to swear, he would have considered it.

"Colin, this is serious," he said urgently, "You need to change back into a human now before you do something permanent to yourself."

Colin looked back up at him and mewed hopefully, "Scritches?"

"I will make a deal with you," Cassiel replied, doing his best to keep his voice even, "I will provide you with 'scritches' as long as you change back to human as soon as you are sated."

Colin blinked at him slowly, clearly coming to a decision; he walked his front paws up Cassiel's leg, balancing them on Cassiel's hip and butting at his arm when. "Scritches," he declared firmly.

Cassiel considered his options; not knowing how much control Colin normally had in transforming - if this could be considered normal - there was a good chance in their present position they would both end up on the floor if Cassiel was taken by surprise. Carefully he hooked his hands under Colin's front paws and manoeuvred around him, ending up sitting on the edge of the bed with Colin standing on his thighs.

Colin was clearly happy with this arrangement; Cassiel gave up and started scratching him behind the ears as agreed. He was oddly pleased to receive an enthusiastic rumble of purring in return.

When five minutes had passed - and Colin had moved from standing to bonelessly draping his head and chest over Cassiel's thighs - Cassiel gently coughed while still keeping up the scratches. "You did promise you would change back, remember."

Colin blinked sleepily up at him again; there was an odd twisty inside out feeling and a complicated moment, and now the fur under Cassiel's hand was slightly scruffy hair and smooth skin.

Cassiel was about to thank Colin for keeping his side of the bargain when he heard the snore. At roughly the same time Colin's arms came up and around; for someone who was asleep he had a very firm grip, anchoring Colin's head in Cassiel's lap. Cassiel considered the situation. While he could fairly easily detach Colin, he probably couldn't do so without waking him up - and he was aware from the circles under his eyes that Colin could probably do with more sleep to combat the stress of the various monster incursions.

Cassiel picked up his phone to find something to read and let Colin sleep on.

He only noticed that Colin's bedroom door hadn't been latched properly and had swung ajar now that the wedge was gone at the same time he heard both a knock and Colin's mother cheerily calling, "Knock knock!"

The door swung open fully. "Don't mind me, just getting your-" Sally stopped abruptly, one hand still on the doorknob, as she took in the scene in front of her.

"Be not…concerned," Cassiel declared as quietly as he could, noting the appropriate emotion to assuage as he spoke. "This is merely the aftereffect of overexertion from spellcasting. Colin will be well." He sincerely believed that this would be the case.

"Oh. I…see. A magical thing." Sally didn't sound as though she was entirely convinced; she backed out of the room, but didn't close the door. Cassiel heard her walk along the landing, open and close another door, then return; she appeared back in the doorway bearing a blanket. Briskly Sally crossed the room, unfolding the blanket as she went, and draped it over Colin's lower half.

She paused, her expression oddly tender as she looked at her sleeping son. She caught Cassiel's eye and smiled ruefully. "He used to be like this as a child, you know? Always hugging people, and if he fell asleep on or near them, well-" She gestured gently at Colin, still clinging onto Cassiel. "But, it turns out that teenage boys don't like being called Little Koala, or even being caught hugging people for affection…it's nice to see he's still my little boy underneath, even if he can throw fire with his mind now."

Cautiously Cassiel suggested, "I do not believe Colin would be unduly upset if you were to take a photo for the memory."

Sally barked out an involuntary laugh, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Colin grumbled in his sleep and squirmed, glomming on Cassiel more tightly. Both adults stayed silent until he stilled once more.

Sally, her voice low but dripping with fond amusement, said, "He would definitely be upset if he knew about it, and I'm not going to take a photo knowing that - but thank you all the same." The tension had smoothed out of her shoulders; Sally favoured Cassiel with another smile, this one more genuine. "And thank you for looking out for him like this, even if it is a bit…odd, let's go with odd. I'll leave you both to it."

With that, she went over to the laundry basket in the corner, picked it up, and left the room again, quietly closing the door behind her.

---

Colin didn't tend to wake up all at once even on his good days - he was better than Dana but that wasn't exactly a challenge - and while today had the warm fuzziness of a good day it came with an extra dollop of confusion.

For one thing, his pillow was oddly solid.

He reached up and tried to massage it softer; it resisted his efforts - and it…was…warm?

"Please don't do that, Colin."

Colin was suddenly very awake.

Colin shot across the room on pure adrenaline, somehow grabbing the blanket over him without tripping himself up and fumbling it around his waist. When he finally came to a stop and managed to convince himself to meet Cass's eye, his friend looked almost (dare he say it) impressed.

"What the fuck Cass?" Colin winced as his voice came out somewhere in the region of a squeal; he had some idea of what had happened, at least up to a point, but everything after coming across the toy was stubbornly refusing to come into focus.

Cass raised an eyebrow. "You were in feline form and in some difficulty," he recounted calmly, "I brought you back here, worked out the time limit issue, and encouraged you to change back to human."

"Okay, but what about…" Colin gestured vaguely in the direction of Cass's lap and was mortified to see a damp spot on his trousers - he'd only gone and drooled on his friend, hadn't he?

"The encouragement required a certain amount of bribery in the form of ear scratches," Cass admitted like he was admitting to buying bread at the supermarket, "And when you changed back you promptly fell asleep in the same position. I felt you needed your sleep."

Colin drew breath to apologise - at which point Cass added (like the bastard he was), "As did your mother." The noise Colin made instead was somewhere between an indignant squeak and being strangled. That explained the blanket - and probably meant there was an incriminating photo, or at least the threat of telling other people as an 'amusing family story'.

"Bloody hell…" Colin knew he was being both overly dramatic and a little unfair given Cass had probably just saved his sanity, but he was struggling to feel grateful right at this second. "If you're sticking around, could you at least turn your back so I can get dressed?"

Cass looked oddly uncomfortable. "I'm afraid I cannot," he admitted, "You were lying there long enough that both of my legs have gone numb and turning is not currently viable. I could technically fly to give you privacy, however I do not feel it wise to experiment with landing in this state."

"Oh for…" Colin bit off further cursing and settled for grumpily stomping about, blanket firmly gripped, finding his clothes. He slunk into a corner, faced the wall, and did the traditional dance of trying to get dressed under a blanket. He knew Cass wouldn't care - and from the surprised note of pain that was possibly Cass's first experience of pins and needles was too distracted to look - but he cared, and that was what mattered.

By the time Colin turned around again, mood slightly improved by the addition of trousers, Cass was on his feet and only grimacing a tiny bit.

"Okay, damage control time," Colin stated firmly. "Whatever happens we do not let Dana find out about this." He pounded his right fist against his left palm for extra emphasis.

Cass looked confused, tilting his head. "Why Dana specifically?"

There were times Colin wanted to shake Cass, there really were…

"Just trust me on this one, okay? She'll go weird, it'll all be weird, we don't want to deal with that level of weirdness. In fact," he continued as spotted Cass preparing to comment, "to make it easy let's just go with a blanket promise not to talk about it, right? If something happens and people need to know about the transformation time limit and its side effects, I'll talk about that, but not the rest."

"That seems…reasonable," Cass replied, frowning a little. "Although I would ask in return, for your own safety, that you promise to give me more details should you plan to carry out any more research. I was…concerned that the time taken to understand the problem may have negatively impacted the outcome. Had I not been able to reach you I would have had to recruit John at a bare minimum to magically force your humanity back onto you, and that likely would have led to permanent harm."

"Okay, yeah, fair, I didn't think this one all the way through," Colin replied sheepishly, "So deal - you don't talk about it, I won't experiment without giving you a better heads up."

Cass gave him the hint of a smile at the for once benign use of the concept. "Deal accepted. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Colin blinked, and Cass was gone.

---

A few days later Colin approached Cass's church with a small gift bag hidden in his rucksack. There were probably faster ways to find his friend but in the circumstances they all felt rude - worst case he'd just have to pull up a pew and wait for a while, or try another day.

For once, luck was on his side; Cass was there, contemplating the sunlight streaming through the stained glass window over the altar. Colin unslung the rucksack from his shoulders and fumbled the gift bag out as he walked; Cass had clearly clocked his approach as he barely moved in response to the footsteps.

"Colin." Cass nodded politely as Colin drew level with him.

"Cass. Here." Colin thrust the gift bag at Cass. "I got you something."

Cass took the bag curiously, turning it in the light to catch the sparkles from the glitter.

Colin gestured at the bag. "Go on, open it."

Cass reached into the bag and took out the slightly tacky Stonehenge snow globe from its nest of tissue paper. Colin couldn't remember seeing a smile that big - for all it wasn't that large in the greater scheme of smiles - on Cass's face before.

"I figured it might be your kind of thing, and yeah…" Colin ran his fingers through his hair, adding to its usual state of disarray. "Look, I was an arse the other day and you did save my hide so…thank you, is what I'm trying to say."

Colin had been wrong - that was the biggest smile he'd ever seen on Cass.

"It is appreciated, although you should never feel you have to purchase my assistance," Cass replied gently.

Colin shrugged, looking away. "I scared you - sorry, 'concerned' you - and then I was ungrateful 'cos I was embarrassed. If it makes you feel better then think of it as something to seal the deal, yeah?" He pulled up a smile of his own. "Hush money, right?"

"Indeed." It was just a word, but Colin's nerves loosened their grip at the understanding in Cass's tone. His face relaxed into an honest grin in return and he could finally meet his friend's eyes.

Cass held the shared look for a moment, then held up the snow globe in a beam of sunlight and gave it a gentle shake. As they both watched the sparkles swirl he said, out of nowhere, "Nepeta cataria."

"Excuse me?"

"It's the Latin name for a plant more commonly known as catnip." Colin's grin froze.

Cass continued contemplating the snow globe, apparently oblivious to Colin's reaction. "So named because of the effect it has on many members of the various feline families - hyperactivity, affection, sleepiness and drooling. I was recently made aware of its existence and that it can be purchased in toy form, and have been considering whether Kitty might appreciate a gift."

Colin struggled with the urge to call Cass a bastard. "I'd check with them first - it's one thing getting high on purpose, but not if it's a surprise," he managed to say, congratulating himself on managing to keep his voice completely even and normal-sounding.

"Ah." How Cass managed to convey so much meaning in a single syllable Colin never knew; this time he could hear the piece of the puzzle clicking into place. "Yes, I can see how that would be distressing. I will definitely consult with them before gifting them such an item."

He caught Colin's eye, and while he was also straight-faced Colin could see the twinkle that made it clear Cass knew that Colin knew exactly what the real question had been. Colin couldn't help his mask slipping, the mingled amusement and irritation twisting the corner of his polite grin into something that conveyed that he knew that Cass knew that he knew and precisely what he thought about that.

To cover the moment he clapped Cass on the back - an unfamiliar gesture for both of them even if normal for Colin and any of his 'guy' friends - and said, "I better get a shift on, Neil's expecting me at the garage. Catch you later, Cass."

Cass's forehead wrinkled for a moment as he rolled the phrase and gesture around in his mind. "Indeed. 'Catch you later', Colin."

Colin left the church as fast as a nonchalant walk could take him, hoping to leave the entire incident behind him - at least as far as Cass was concerned. His mother - and Macey, who would never forgive him if she didn't hear about the funny parts of what had happened from him first - were going to need very different handling…

[curseofaphrodite]

The Hate, The Hate. James Sirius Potter x fem!slytherin!reader

Summary: I read The Cursed Child a long time ago, so I forgot most of the details but here it is! It’s an enemies to lovers fic. Note that I probably won’t write anymore next gen fics, but this one was fun!

Requested by @acupnoodle​ | masterlist

Tw; blood, mentions of smut 

Not my gif. I also have no idea who this is, but he felt fit for James Sirius so yes.

There was something so satisfying about seeing Gryffindors lose, atleast for you. The way James threw his broom down in frustration made it even more enjoyable.

“See you next game, Potter,” you said, faking politeness. 

He realized he wanted nothing more than start a literal fight with you. Not with wands, oh no. He wanted to throw you to the floor and pin your hands above your head and- wait no, what the hell. No. You will not be pinning her to the ground or the wall anytime soon. OR EVER. You will not be doing anything like that, he thought quickly.

His teammates tried to cheer him up but even they looked sad. James shook his head and walked away, his face disappointed. 

You were startled. Usually he was angry, which is why you found comfort in your banters so much. Being sad and showing it was not a James move, which means he did it accidently. He was a good, passionate player, just like you. It shouldn't be new to you that he’d be hurt over the game. 

You had taunted him, and basically rubbed salt in the wound. You tried to focus on the people around you, but what you felt was nothing but guilt.

“It usually feels better, doesn’t it?” You asked your best friend. 

“What does?”

“Winning I mean.”

“I don’t know, feels the same to me,” they shrugged. 

-

From the next game onwards, you kept your fights to your minimum. You hardly talked to him and focused on the games, and whether you won or not, you wouldn't give him a second glance. James almost missed it, but of course he couldn't say that.

Everything outside the quidditch game was fair game. You still fought, got him in trouble and smirked smugly whenever you could. The hatred remained, but it wasn't as strong as before.

-

Going home in the winter break wasn't your biggest concern because you liked Christmas. The only part about it that made you irritated was that it’d include seeing James again. Did I mention you two were practically neighbors? Your parents loved the Potters too, which made hating their son more troublesome than necessary. 

They couldn't understand why James and you always scowled at the other, but they didn't care much anyway. Mr. Potter had repeatedly said you reminded him of Ron and Hermione, and you knew they ended up married, so that was not a comforting thought. 

It wasn’t a secret that they weren’t the best of friends, which was why James was surprised when you showed up at his door at the night of Christmas Eve.

“Oh hey, it’s you.” He said, his eyes focused on the stack of presents in your hands. “Don't tell me all those gifts are for me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Can I hide these in your house? I’ll get them later,” you said, almost pleading. “I was doing some last minute shopping when my parents were outside, but they arrived earlier than usual.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“I’ll punch you in the nose?”

“Try again.”

You bit down your lips from hurling more curses at him. But a sharp wince left your mouth anyway. He then noticed how your forearm was bleeding. 

“What the hell happened?” He asked, baffled.

“I broke a vase, slipped and fell on them, it’s not important. Just take these, would you?” 

He didn't need more persuasion. He instantly did as you asked and made way for you to get inside.

“No, I said I’ll get them later,” you repeated blankly.

“You’re not going back to your house bleeding. Don't you think they'd ask why you look like you were mugged?”

“It’s-”

“You’re coming in, and that’s final.” 

He thought you’d really punch him in the nose then, but you followed him inside, surprising both him and you.

His parents were visiting the Weasleys, which only made the encounter more awkward. His siblings randomly bursting in while he was getting the first aid and asking if you were his girlfriend didn't help either.

“I can do it myself,” you said angrily as he came near you with the first aid box.

“With one hand?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“No.” He ignored your whining and pulled your left sleeve up. He cleaned your wound first, then applied some kind of fancy ointment while you bit back a scream. 

“Is it paining?” He asked with a smile.

“No, it’s very pleasant,” you shot back.

“Your girlfriend is pretty,” Lily, his sister, sighed. 

“Not my girlfriend,” he said casually.

“Not in a million years,” you agreed with your teeth gritted.

Ten minutes later, you were all bandaged up and looking less like Carrie. You thanked him and he nodded, escorting you back to the door.

While you didn’t think he’d live this incident down anytime soon, that's exactly what he did. Even after you were both back in Hogwarts, he didn't bring up how he helped you, not even when you continued bantering with him. He hardly even fought with you anymore too.

It felt weird, but also good. But mostly weird.

“Why the hell are you like this?” You asked after Potions class one day. He looked confused.

“What do you mean?’

“You’re not fighting with me anymore, it’s driving me nuts! Okay you helped me that day, but it does not mean we’re besties now!”

“I never thought we would be,” he said laughing. “I just don't see the point of fighting with you nowadays. I don't even hate you, so why would I?”

“Awe, Potter’s got a crush on the Slytherin captain now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

He shrugged. “Maybe I do.” 

He was always straightforward and while you usually envied that, you were just plain shocked now.

“You’re joking, right?” 

“No, I’m serious. So serious that Sirius is my middle name.” He laughed again. You felt yourself going pale. 

“What am I supposed to say to that?” 

“Say you’ll go on a date with me,” he looked a bit nervous now. Adorably so. ��If you actually hate me, you don’t need to-”

“I don’t hate you.” 

“Good,” he kept staring. “So will you go on a date with me?”

“I- uhm, yes. I think I will.” You felt a slight smile spreading across your face, realizing you meant it. 

Who knows, maybe you are like Ron and Hermione more than you’d like to admit.

[scarletwitchgf]

the one where peter finds out | tasm! p.p 1/2

Summary: Based on 2x07 of Friends, “The One Where Ross Finds Out.” Developing a strong crush on Peter Parker, everybody but him knows about it...until a drunken phone call reveals the shocking news to him. (Modern AU)

A/N: Legit haven’t written anything in a long time by now so my sincerest apologies if this is a little rusty. Also! I’ve decided to include the NWH cast in this bc why not? Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 2.9k

“Guys, I did it!”

Peter hollered excitedly as he threw off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack and walked into the living room of your apartment, seeing all of his friends sitting comfortably on the couches. They hadn’t even bothered to avert their gazes from the tv screen to Peter’s excitement. He scoffed at this and snapped his fingers repeatedly, finally catching their attention.

MJ raised her brow as she averted her attention towards the smiling brunet. “What did you do now?” She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned.

“You guys remember that cute barista I met earlier this week?”

“The one you wouldn’t shut up about?” Ned questioned rather cheerfully. Your other friend Peter, whom everyone would just call by his last name to not get him and the other Peter confused, sat quietly beside his best friend yet still showed his interest in the conversation.

“Yes, that one! Her name is Gwen.” Peter pointed his finger. “Scored her number finally. We have a date tomorrow night.”

Parker raised a brow, his lips turning into a smirk as he quietly applauded Peter for his confidence on asking out the cute barista he talked non-stop about for the entire week. The two of them first met her on Monday morning, and after they left, Parker swore he saw stars in Peter’s eyes. It was both disgusting and adorable at the same time.

Despite Parker’s happiness for his best friend, on the other hand, you weren’t so ecstatic about the situation. In fact, it took everything in you to not storm out of the living room and scream at the top of your lungs outside. You couldn’t help that tiny, more-so huge tinge of jealousy right at the pit of your stomach. You tried so hard to keep your focus on the movie in front of you, but it was difficult not listening to Parker and Peter in the kitchen. Sighing deeply, you slumped further into the couch and leaned your head on Ned’s shoulder.

He chuckled and looked down at you. “What’s the matter with you, sadness?”

“Shut up, Ned,” you mumbled against him. “Not really feeling this movie choice.”

“Since when are you not feeling Ratatouille?” He raised a curious brow. “This is like, one of your favorite movies ever.” 

“Ned come on,” MJ interjected with a blank stare, moving out of her seat from across you two to sit beside you instead. She put your legs on her lap and lightly rubbed your arm. “Just ignore them, Y/N. Peter’s a loser.”

“Yeah, a loser that I’m hopelessly in love with.” You sighed again, not even bothering to listen to Parker and Peter’s conversation anymore. It hurt too much.

It seemed as if everybody except Peter knew about your little crush on him. And now that you thought about it, it almost seemed pointless now. He was too busy in his own world, dreaming about dating cute baristas while you couldn’t even stand a chance. Last you recalled, he only considered you as his friend and a friend only. Nothing more.

And that’s how it was always going to be unfortunately.

“Hey Parker, wanna head home?” MJ called out to her boyfriend, carefully moving your legs off of her lap so she could stand up. Then, she extended her hand out to you as she helped you get on your feet. Parker frowned, checking the time on his watch. His shoulders slumped, it was getting a little late and he had work in the early morning, as did MJ. 

Ned followed suit shortly after while Peter joined everyone back in the living room again. Without much enthusiasm in your tone anymore, you said your goodbyes to your friends and headed towards the doorway. Peter caught sight of you, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

His arms were extended and wrapped around you in a heartwarming embrace. God, you wanted to stay like this forever if you could. He pulled away and lightly patted your shoulder, opening the door for the others and following behind Parker and Ned. “Catch you guys later.”

“Have fun on your date.” You said over your shoulder, turning your head away before he saw you roll your eyes. MJ caught onto it and giggled quietly, draping her arm around your shoulder.

“You know, it amazes me how much you like him. All throughout high school and now college. I would say it’s disgusting, but look at Parker and I.”

You snorted, waving her off. “I never meant for it to happen that way, but, shit happens I guess,” you mumbled carelessly. “Do you even think he’s going to have a nice time with that Gwen girl?”

MJ scoffed, nodding. “Hell no. You’re not her, which means he’s going to have a shitty date with that girl. But in the meantime, forget about him. Let’s go out for coffee tomorrow. My treat.”

Your heart swelled at your friend’s offering, giving her a half smile and nodding. “Sure, but you're driving.” 

She shook her head. “Shouldn’t have said that, because Parker just had me rediscover some old Celine Dion songs and she’s all I’ve been listening to lately.” 

“MJ listening to cheesy love songs?” You scoffed, hand on your own chest. “Parker seriously has you wrapped around his finger.” 

A blush crept upon her cheeks and she avoided your gaze. “Maybe. But don’t you dare tell Ned or Peter about my music though.” 

“No promises, MJ.” 

~

This was such a bad idea.

Why on earth would you trust MJ enough to set you up on a date tonight? Sure, her taste in men was surprisingly pretty good, considering Parker was super cute, but still. No man out there could ever come close to Peter in your world, so why even bother? Which is exactly why MJ set this up for you. She claimed you needed to take some time away from being so head over heels with that man and thought this may be your first step in getting over him.

Apparently your so-called date tonight was named Sam. You had no idea what to expect from this guy, but in your heart, you thought you’d give him a shot and see where the night may or may not take you. On the bright side however, at least you two were going to a pizzeria which is always an A+ in your book. Sadly, not Joe’s Pizza but this’ll do for now.

Arriving at the restaurant, you searched briefly through all the tables until some goofy looking man waved his arm in the air, probably for you. You plastered on a fake smile and slowly walked over to him, shaking his hand as you sat across from him at your booth table.

“Sam.”

“Y/N.”

“Wow, uh, you look really beautiful.” Sam grinned, gesturing towards you.

“Thanks.” You took off your coat and set it beside you, picking up the menu and looked over it.

Sam licked his lips, wiping his sweaty palms on his knees. “Uh, I don’t know if MJ told you but this is the first date I’ve gone on in years. My last relationship lasted about five years,” he admitted. “So, if I seem a little nervous, I am.”

“Do you think baristas are cute?” You questioned suddenly, ignoring his previous statement.

“I’m sorry?” He furrowed his brows as he chuckled.

“Baristas,” you repeated. “Do you think they’re cute?”

He shrugged, awkwardly scratching his scalp before he stammered out a response. “D-Depends…? If the girl’s cute then yeah, sure.”

“Fantastic.” You pressed your lips together in a thin line, turning away to grab a wine glass from a random server passing by your table. Sam watched as you took the glass and laughed silently to himself, knowing sooner or later that this date wasn’t going to end the way he expected it to.

Downing the glass, you set it on the table and rested your chin on the palm of your hand and stared ahead at Sam. He cleared his throat and smiled nervously. “MJ told you I was cuter than this, didn’t she?”

“Oh no, Sam.” You shook your head, frowning. “It’s not you, really it isn’t. I’m sorry, it’s just this thing...it’s probably not as bad as it sounds but this friend of mine is going out on a date tonight with this cute barista girl he met.”

Sam raised a brow, tilting his head in confusion. “Yeah, that does sound...bad?”

“I mean, he just met her! Why the rush on going out so quickly? Getting her phone number is one thing, but scoring a date with her too on the same day? Come on now.”

“Is this guy an old boyfriend of yours or something?” he asked.

You couldn’t help laugh at his question, uncertain if it was the wine already kicking into your system. “Please, he wishes.”

“Look, I’m sorry.” You waved off, pushing away the subject. “Let’s talk about you, Sam.”

“Sure.”

“You ever went out on a date with a cute barista girl before?”

He dropped his head, his shoulders shaking from laughing. “Not as likely as you’d think, Y/N.”

Throughout the rest of the night, Sam and you talked briefly about yourselves but for the most part your conversations mainly consisted of you blabbering about Peter’s date. And as much as Sam wanted to completely avoid the topic, it was slightly entertaining to watch your drunken state talk furiously about that man. He’d sit back, relax, and sip quietly on his Coke and take a bite out of his pizza slice every now and then.

“God, look at me, Sam.” You waved your hand around, taking another drink out of your wine glass. “I’m on a date with a really great guy and all I can think about is stupid Peter on his date with that barista girl.”

“I just want to get over him, you know? Like is that too much to ask for?”

Sam sighed, setting his plate to the edge of the table and folded his hands in front of him. “Oh boy. Look, I’ve been through a rough breakup. Trust me, you’re going to be fine,” he assured. “You just can’t see it now because you haven’t had any closure.”

And just like that, your mind clicked with an idea. Your eyes widened instantly as you nearly spilled your wine all over the table from your excitement. “That’s it! Closure. You’re a genius, Sam.”

“How exactly do I get that though?” you questioned, grabbing a breadstick. 

Sam furrowed his brows, shrugging. “Well, there’s really no one way, it’s just that whatever it takes so you can finally say to him, ‘I’m over you.’” He emphasized his last three words.

“‘I’m over you.’” You repeated, lips curving into a joyous smile. “That’s what it is. Closure.”

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your phone and quickly tapped onto the screen to go to your contacts app and searched for Peter’s number. After scrolling endlessly for it, you tapped on his contact and pressed the small blue phone button to call. Within seconds, his machine decided to pick up instead. “Great, voicemail.”

“Peterrrrr, hey. It’s Y/N. I’m just calling to say that um...everything’s fine and I’m really happy for you and that barista girl who I have no idea what her name is. But I don’t care!” You went on, watching as Sam gave you a thumbs up the entire time you were speaking. “And, you know, I wanted to say that I am over you. I...am over, you. O-V-E-R. Over. And that, my friend is what they call ‘closure’.” You dropped your phone as if it were a mic and tossed it aside.

“I think it’s safe to say that this night is now officially over with. Thank you, Sam.”

He laughed. “My pleasure, let’s get the check and I’ll drive you home since you’re clearly not in the right state at the moment to drive yourself.”

“Such a sweet gentleman you are, Sammy.” You giggled, reaching ahead to squeeze his cheeks. “Wow, you have soft cheeks.”

“Uh waiter, check please!”

—

The next morning, if hell were a person, it definitely would’ve been you. The groan that escaped your lips as you woke up was almost demonic, the pounding in your head combined with a wave of nausea. You hadn’t even realized MJ was in your apartment until she stepped into your room with a glass of water and painkillers. Sam had texted her after dropping you off and letting her know the state you were in, so she figured you would’ve needed some help in the morning. It was moments like these where your spare key was put to perfect use. Not really. As she walked out and left, you reached for the pills and water on your nightstand as you sat up and tried remembering the events from last night.

You can vaguely remember going to the pizzeria with someone, Sam was his name? Yeah, that seems about right. He was the date MJ set you up with, and even though you couldn’t really remember everything that went on, you were hoping and praying that it didn’t end off on a bad note. Which technically it didn’t, but for Sam he didn’t get a goodnight kiss nor were his chances high enough for a second date with you. So, there’s that.

But beyond that thought, there was this feeling deep inside that wouldn’t leave. You weren’t sure if it was more nausea, or something else. And as much as you thought it was nausea, it was most definitely something else. But what could it have been though?

Shrugging off your thoughts, you slowly rolled out of bed and fished through your drawers for a fresh pair of clothes and made your way into the restroom to shower. Finishing up after the next twenty minutes, a sudden knock was heard through the door. Groaning, you stepped into the living room and opened the door, eyes widening as you saw Peter.

“Hey!” He smiled that charming bright smile that made your knees weak. His hair was tousled as if he had been running his fingers through it, and he was wearing a plain black tee and jeans. Such a casual look, yet still managed to look so freaking adorable and hot at the same time. 

“Hey.” You rubbed your forehead, wincing at the pain from your headache.

“Ouch, what happened to you?” he worriedly asked as he entered your apartment.

You sat down by the kitchen table and drank the rest of your water. “I went on a date last night,” you answered. “But um, I think there was a restaurant. I know there was wine...and that’s really all I can remember right now.”

Peter winced, but still managed to laugh. “Looks like someone had a little too much to drink last night. But hey listen, that cute barista girl I went out with yesterday? She was great. Her names Gwen and I think I have a good shot at scoring a second date.”

“That’s fantastic, Peter. I’m really happy for you.” You tried communicating happiness in your tone, but you were unsure if it came out that way at all. Despite feeling the nausea in your stomach, you were certain you felt despair too. Maybe envy.

“Thanks, Y/N, anyway how’d your date go? Tell me all about it.” The more Peter continued to talk, the more your memory started to come back. Tilting your head, you squinted your eyes at him and tapped your fingers along your lips, in deep thought.

“By chance, did we speak on the phone yesterday or something? I feel like we did.”

Peter shook his head. “Not that I can recall.”

“Hm. Odd, I could’ve sworn we did, but never mind.”

“As a matter of fact, I haven’t gone through my phone all morning,” he said, pulling his phone out. Not even five seconds into doing that, he raised a brow as he saw that you left him a voicemail last night. “You called me yesterday?”

Your body froze almost instantly as the realization of things dawned over you. A wave of panic hit you as you quickly stood and rushed over to Peter’s seat and attempted grabbing his phone. “Oh god, Peter do not listen to my message!”

Peter chuckled nervously as he gave you a confused look but still proceeded to listen to your message. “I’m sure it’s nothing anyway. Relax.”

Shit, shit, shit. This cannot be happening!

Fumbling over your own feet, you almost fell to the ground, your panic increasing by every passing second as you saw Peter stand from his chair and walked to the living room. Without even thinking about it, you leaped onto his back, wrapping your legs around him with your hands on his head and trying to snatch his phone away.

But by the time you finally did, he heard each word you said into that message. He dropped his phone on the floor and stood frozen with you remaining on his back, blinking quickly. You breathed rapidly, gasping for air it seemed like while your heart was nearly pumping out of your chest. Lucky for you though, Peter felt the same way right now in this moment.

“W-what, w-wait,” he stuttered. “You’re...over me?”

“Wait, when were you ever under me?”

You groaned loudly, burying your face in your hands as you sat on the couch, rocking yourself back and forth. “Well...basically, uh, lately, I’ve um, sort of had feelings for you.”

Peter was taken aback, unsure if he heard your words correctly. Clearly he was dreaming, but fortunately he wasn’t. It was reality. “You’ve had...feelings for me?”

“Yeah, so what though!” You furrowed your brows, scoffing. “You’re seeing Gwen anyway. There’s no need for you to worry about me liking you.”

“Well, clearly but...god.” His mind was trying to wrap around the thought of you liking him. “But now you’re over me?”

He clenched his jaw as his eyes fixated on yours seriously, looking for a response out of your expression. You had no words left in you to answer his question, and without speaking again, Peter released a shaky breath as he picked up his phone from the ground. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked towards the front door.

“I have to go.”

- 

Part 2

[bonniebird]

Things Edward Cullen did that makes me hate him and has convinced me that if Bella had even slightly rejected him, he would have stalked then murdered her and probs Charlie. (Yes as I find more info I’m gonna add to this list lol)

He oiled Bella’s windows so she wouldn’t know he was breaking into her room to watch her sleep.

He hid everything related to him in her floorboards over a month between Twilight and New Moon before abandoning her and left her to go through the traditional vampire withdrawal (Myers wtf). 

He removed parts of her car so she couldn’t go places he didn’t want her to go.

He started dating her even though he didn’t have romantic feelings he was just fascinated because he couldn’t hear her thoughts.

Is angry Bella built a relationship with Jacob during New Moon even though he left her and made it clear that he didn’t intend to come back.

Decided he was going to leave her on the plane ride home in Twilight but decided to stick around long enough to hide all of the things that would remind her of him slowly over time (for some reason?) and knowingly make it more difficult and painful for her to get over him.

Rosalie has valid concerns about Bella being involved with their family and Edward kind of just convinces Bella into thinking it’s just because Rosalie is just being petty because she’s jealous.

Manages to convince Bella that it’s ok that he spied on her, found her house key and lets himself in to watch her and Charlie.

Managed to convince Bella that it was ok for him to break into her house through her window and watch her sleep regularly.

He threw Bella into a freaking WALL

Deciding that he gets to choose whether or not Bella gets to have rigastromi because she isn’t agreeing to do what he wants and trying to solicit her friend who he knows is in love with her to give her a compromise.

Knew that Jacob was in love with Bella and still asked him to offer himself up to give her kids without consulting Bella and was upset with her when she said no and was angry with them both for offering.

Their whole relationship from meeting to the end of the books was (I think) seven months, not including the time that Edward left in New Moon.

Gets very passive aggressively upset when she spends time with other guys when 1, he was only originally interested in her because he couldn’t hear her thoughts and 2, he was planning to leave her for most of the first book/movie and was gone for almost all of New Moon. (Ross Geller called and wants his lack of self confidence back)

Bella said she didn’t want Edward’s money and got herself a job but he still refused to listen and forced her to take his money by just putting it in her back meaning that she is financially tied to him.

He makes fun of Bella a lot for being clumsy. To the point where it’s meanness hidden as affection and it just reads as him trying to take away her confidence.

Repeatedly blames Bella for his lack of self control. The minute he loses it, it’s her fault when he knows his own limits and shouldn’t expect her to know. She isn’t a vampire and has no frame of reference and wouldn’t be able to tell what is to much for him unless he tells her. 

He clearly thinks of Bella as a possession not a partner. He belittles her, makes fun of her, emotionally tormented her (Like hiding his stuff under her floorboards and dating her when you’re just there to see why he can’t hear her thoughts). It’s not until she becomes a vampire that he starts to be somewhat more respectful.

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

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taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

[quindolyn]

Please can i request a smut with young sirius black where the reader is very insecure and dosen't think she deserves him. Where he praises her and shows her just how pretty he thinks she is. Could you include daddy kink, praise kink and pet names if you are comfortable with that?

(also thank you for the sympathy Chinese food)

Worthy || Sirius Black

Word Count: 3,654

Notes: Not quite sure how I feel about this, I feel really out of it and have felt like that for a couple of days. I hope you enjoy it though anon, usually I post the request then the piece but doing that makes my blog kind of cluttered and I know I think it’s cleaner when people answer requests like this but I don’t know if I’m going to stick with it.

Warnings: insecure!reader, mad Siri for like 2 seconds, oral (female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, petnames

Masterlist

“Siri we need to talk.” Yes, be blunt, be straightforward, no beating around the bush. You weren’t going to prolong this any longer than necessary. It was time to set Sirius free, he didn’t need someone like you holding him down, holding him back. And it was time you told him that.

“Yes, poppet?” He quirked an eyebrow, setting his book next to him on the plush couch of the Gryffindor common room. 

“I-I was hoping we could have this conversation in private, in your dorm maybe?” You shifted your weight from foot to foot, your anxiety causing bile to rise in your throat, threatening to make you sick all over Sirius’s shoes.

“Everything okay (Y/N)?” He asked you, his eyes swimming with concern as he ushered you up the stairs to his dorm, a hand resting protectively on the small of your back. 

You didn’t answer him, instead going to sit on his bed once you reached the dorm room, toeing at the fringe of the worn carpet that had probably been there for decades, keeping your eyes on your feet instead of meeting the raven haired boy’s eyes. Leaving them instead to gaze at the top of your head. 

“(Y/N/N)? Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

Breathing in deeply you steeled yourself, straightforward, get this over quickly, “We need to break up Sirius.”

“What?” You winced, he sounded angry and you were sure that had you been able to meet his eyes they could’ve portrayed his anger as well.

“I said that we nee-”

“No, I heard you!” He growled, his hands balling into fists, “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want to break up with you, don’t I get a say in this?”

“Well I want to, Sirius, and last I checked it took two people to make a relationship work, we can’t make this work if I don’t want to!” You yelled, finally raising your head to meet his visage and your heart broke.

Sirius looked heartbroken, betrayed, horribly sad, and angry. And for a second you regretted telling him that you wanted to break up in the first place.

Because you didn’t want to, you had to, for Sirius.

“That’s bullshit (Y/N)! Who is it?”

“Sirius?” You asked incredulously, what did he mean ‘who’?

“Who have you been cheating on me with? Who the fuck?” In his anger he picked up a book abandoned on your nightside table, throwing it onto the floor.

“W-What?” You stuttered, trying to keep your tears at bay.

Sirius growled, literally baring his teeth like a feral dog, “You heard me, who the fuck are you cheating on me with? Diggory? Snape?”

“I’m not- I didn’t- I-” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm yourself before continuing, “I didn’t cheat on you Sirius, I would never. This is just what’s best for you.”

“How can not being with you be best for me? I don’t wanna not be with you! Why can’t you get that through your head?” He sounded more desperate now than he did angry now, almost as if he could tell that there was something off with you and your motivations behind your hurtful words.

“You are so much better than me Sirius! You’re wonderful, and you’re smart, you excel in our subjects without even trying, you’re charismatic and witty and just plain funny! Not to mention that you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous, and I’m- I’m not. You’re everything Siri, you’re my moon and my sun and my stars, you’re the whole fucking galaxy and you deserve at least that much. And god damn it, Sirius! I’m nothing! You deserve someone half as wonderful as you are, I’m barely a fraction of a percent.” Your voice broke more at the end than you would’ve liked.

You watched as Sirius’ face fell, his bottom lip wobbling as tears flooded his eyes, which once swam with anger were now drowned in guilt and sorrow. “Puppy,” He sniffled, pulling you up into my arms as he buried his face into your neck, “Puppy, I never meant to make you feel like that. You’re everything, my love, you’re wonderful and perfect for me. I love you so much, I’m so sorry I wasn’t good enough at showing you that.” His grip tightened on you with each word until you could feel him constricting your blood flow.

“S’not your fault Siri, you’re just so much better than me. I feel so bad holding you back.”

He pulled away from you, finally allowing you to properly inhale, cupping your face in his strong hands, tilting your head up so he could look directly into your eyes. 

“You, my love, do not hold me back, you propel me forward every day and make me strive to be a better man for you. Please don’t leave me, baby, not because of this, not because you think I deserve better. I don’t even deserve you, especially if I haven’t made you feel as great as you are.”

You were an idiot. This man loved you, maybe almost as much as you loved him. You couldn’t just leave him, but you also couldn’t stay and continue to hold him back. What the fuck were you supposed to do?

“Siri,” A sob tumbled from your lips as you threw yourself at his toned chest, letting your tear stained cheeks rest against the soft material of his shirt, “Siri I- I’m so sorry I love you so much I just- I just…”

“I know love, I know,” Sirius soothed you, petting your hair with one hand, his other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against him. “But you are wonderful, you are the light of my life. Let me show you how stunning you are, how beautiful and gorgeous I think your body is. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Okay,” You responded, knowing that Sirius would require verbal consent before so much as touching you.

He walked you back until your knees hit against the edge of the bed, easing you down onto the mattress, then pushing your back down so that you were lying on your back, staring up at him through your water logged lashes.

“Look at you baby girl,” He cooed, standing in between your legs, looking down at your form, long curtains of ink black hair falling into his face. 

Feeling heat rush to your face you moved your hands to cover it from the intense gaze of your boyfriend. 

“Hey there pup,” HIs large hands reached for your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face, pinning them to the bed on either side of you, “There you are pretty girl, don’t hide from me please, wanna see my pretty girl.”

“Sorry,” You murmured.

“Don’t have to apologize to me darling, just want to see you.” He began unbuttoning his black button down, his nimble fingers worked quickly, pulling the buttons out of their holes. As he shrugged his shirt off of his body, revealing the entirety of his upper body to you, you felt your mouth go dry, how were you supposed to compare to that?

In your panicked haze, you didn’t notice Sirius’ fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt until you felt the warm pads of his fingertips dancing along the supple flesh of your stomach. A small gasp escaped your parted lips accompanied by a small wince.

“You’re so soft baby, so soft in my hands,” Sirius praised, allowing his rough palms to slide to your waist where they squeezed gently, “Can I take this off of you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, you nodded your consent, raising your arms above your head so that Sirius could slip the garment off of you, letting it drop to the floor next to his feet. You resisted the urge to fold your arms over your now bare torso as Sirius took his time ogling you, he swallowed repeatedly, sure he’d seen you naked before but your body would never cease to take his breath away. 

“Baby,” He crooned, his eyes flying up to meet yours, “Your tits look so pretty in this bra, pretty color on you too, did you buy it for yourself?” Slowly, giving you time to stop him, one of his hands wandered to your clothed breast, giving it a nice squeeze through the lacy pink fabric. 

“Uh huh, bought it over the summer with Lily and Marlene,” You answered, watching his face as he observed your heaving chest, feeling suddenly very courageous you spoke again, “You um, you can take it off if you’d like.”

This brought Sirius’ attention from your chest up to your visage, “You sure m’love, don’t have to take it off yet if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” You gulped, eyes wide, mouth dry, “I want to.”

“Arch your back then for me pup,” Sirius’ deep baritone commanded to which you promptly obeyed, allowing Sirius’ hands to slip between your back and the mattress as he expertly undid the clasp in what must’ve been record time before slipping the delicate straps off of your shoulders.

Not giving you time to be embarrassed at your progressing state of undress Sirius surged forward, slotting your lips with his, drinking from you like you were a canteen of water and he had just hiked through the Sahara. He braced himself on his forearms which rested on either side of your head, letting his tongue trace trace the seal of your lips once, twice, three times, he then plunged deep into the velvet of your warm mouth. He was gentle as he mingled his tongue with yours, brushing against yours with his. 

You let out a small moan into the kiss which had Sirius’ eyes rolling back in his head, “I wanna show you how much I love you (Y/N),” Sirius murmured into your neck as he pulled away from your lips, instead leaving small kisses down the column of your throat, “We can stop if you want to, but if not I need to show you how special you are. Can I show you?”

You managed a small “Yes Daddy,” as you felt him grin into skin.

He looked up at you, eyes twinkling, “Such a good girl for me pup.”

Much to your vexation Sirius pushed himself off of you but you were settled slightly when you saw him start on the button of his pants before doing the zipper and pulling them down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. 

He resumed his position on top of you, gently taking your hand from where it lay on the bed to place it over the soft material of his worn boxers, “You feel that Puppy? You feel how hard my cock is?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“You did that to me!” He beamed down at you, his hair only slightly obstructing his view of you, “That’s how much I love you, how fucking hot you are, got me so hard so quickly, no time at all baby girl and Daddy’s already desperate for you.”

You were unable to prevent the rush of heat to your face at his comment, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell just how flustered he could make you.

With your agreement Sirius finally pulled down your leggings and panties in one fluid motion, gently pulling them off of your feet before he rid himself of his boxers.

“Fuck, love,” He swore before kneeling before you and pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, “So sexy all splayed out for me on your bed, these legs,” His hands ran up and down your calves before venturing up past your knees to your thighs where they gripped the flesh, not hard enough to bruise but just enough to convey his emotion through his loving touch. 

At his repeated praise you felt your wetness beginning to gather in your pussy, a small knot beginning in the pit of your stomach as he traced his lips up your calves, just barely grazing your flesh tickling your skin.

Once he got to your thighs his small kisses became open mouthed, and wet, leaving trails of saliva in his wake as he started leaving dark bruises on your legs. “I love your legs darling, the way they look in your uniform skirt, your leggings, jeans. Love them so much.” He left a soft kiss on the top of your thigh, taking note of the shiver that ran through your body.

Pushing your thighs apart he inched you closer to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders allowing him to face your pussy head on. “Gonna make you feel so good baby, you deserve to feel good.”

He moved his arms to pin your hips to the bed, giving him more control in what he was about to do. He parted your folds with his nose, allowing him to inhale your scent.

“You smell heavenly Puppy, one of my favorite things about you, your pussy smells like heaven, and fuck does it taste good.”

As if to prove his point he leaned forward, licking a broad stripe from your hole up to your clit, letting out a moan at your taste. The vibrations from his moan sent shockwaves through your clit, feeding the knot growing in your stomach you clenched your thighs around his head.

He took it as a sign of encouragement and began sucking on your clit, pulling the sensitive nub between his lips he released hums reveling in the way they made your thighs clench around his head.

You clasped one hand over your mouth in attempts to muffle your moans from spilling out into the dorm room. And though it did do a fine enough job at it, not good enough for Sirius not to hear an especially loud whine when he nipped lightly at your clit.

“Puppy?” He raised his head from between your legs, cocking his head to the side like the puppy that had become synonymous with your name, “Wanna hear you please, want to hear the pretty little noises you make when I eat your cunt.” 

As he spoke he inserted a single finger into your quivering hole, wanting to stretch you out for his cock which was aching and desperate to be buried deep inside of you. With his other hand, he reached for the wrist of the hand covering your mouth, pulling it away from your face to lay on the mattress where he interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing your hand comfortingly.

Hoping you would follow his instruction and let him hear you he ducked down to return his mouth to your clit, sucking on the nub again without stopping his finger which was still making its way in and out of your hole. Not satisfied that he was making you feel good enough he inserted a second finger into your cunt, stretching you out even more.

Sirius smiled into your pussy when he heard you moan, “Fuck Siri!” 

“Come on Puppy,” He pressed a kiss to your hip bone, “That’s not my name, you know it, tell me what my name is good girl.”

“Daddy,” You gasped, thrusting your hips further onto his fingers which still continued their agonizingly slow pace, “Daddy, feels so good.”

“I know baby, I know,” Sirius pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, letting his cheek rest against the soft flesh as he looked up at your writhing, perspiring form, “Gonna stretch you out on one more finger then you should be ready for my cock Pup, one more then I get to be inside of this beautiful cunt.” His gaze drifted to your pussy, which was beautifully swollen for him.

“Please Daddy,” The whimper left your lips with you barely noticing, “Please want your cock.”

“Want to give it to you my love, just gotta get you ready.”

Suddenly feeling the need to be inside of you now, no doubt caused by your begging, he added another finger inside of your cunt, trying not to pay too much mind to the way you clenched around him, afraid that if he did he wouldn’t be able to think straight.

How could someone’s fingers feel so good? The knot in your stomach continued to get tighter and tighter but you still craved more, you needed him inside of you. 

Simultaneously you breathed both a sigh of relief and released a bereft whimper as he pulled his fingers from your cunt, making a show of bringing them to his mouth where he licked them clean, closing his eyes in pleasure as your taste bled across his tongue. 

“You taste so good Puppy, like candy,” Seeing that you obviously didn’t believe him he leaned down so his body was pressed to your and gently eased your mouth open before collecting spit in his mouth and spitting it into your’s. “See? See how good you taste? My favorite taste in the whole wide world. Swallow for me Puppy,” He grinned as you obeyed, “Good girl,” He praised with a kiss to your forehead.

“Now can you scooch up on the bed for me?” Once you were carefully rested further up on the bed, your head lying on a pillow, Sirius climbed on top of you, lining the weeping head of his prick up with your opening. 

You couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips as he fully sheathed himself inside of your heart, the head of his cock prodding at your g spot thanks to the slight curve of the member.

Sirius smiled down at your face which was contorted in pleasure as he guided one of your hands to the base of your stomach, “You feel that? That’s me, that’s how good you take my cock love, I can feel it in your tummy.”

“I can feel it Daddy,” You answered feebly, Sirius’ grey eyes shimmered with adoration and pride as he looked down at your stomach before coming back to meet yours.

“You have the prettiest eyes darling,” He cooed, leaning down to kiss the outer corners of your eyes. He began thrusting in and out of you, his strokes, slow and deep as he took his time pulling out and then pushing back in. 

“So wet for me, slid right in because you were so ready for me baby, and now you’re squeezing me so good.” The praises fell from his lips one after another, wanting to broadcast to you his every thought about how perfect and wonderful you were, hoping that maybe something would be able to get through to you.

The feeling of Sirius inside of you was absolutely heavenly, it was a full feeling unlike any other. His width was just enough to stretch you but not enough to cause too much pain, you wrapped your hands around his neck, burying your face in his chest as he continued moving inside of you. 

“I love you so much, I love you (Y/N), you are my everything darling,” He slowed down his strokes, taking his time with each, “I’m so sorry I haven’t shown you that, but I love you more than I could ever properly tell you. Love you so much that you’re going to make me cum in an embarrassingly short amount of time.”

The both of you giggled at that, knowing that Sirius was usually able to go for multiple rounds, and the slight clenching around his prick as a result of your laughter did nothing to help matters. 

“Could you go a little faster Daddy, please?” You asked timidly, needing more stimulation as the knot in your stomach continued to tighten both at the feeling of Sirius nestled deep inside of you and the flattery he kept serving you. 

“Such good manners Puppy,” He took the note quickly, speeding up his thrusts just enough, “Such a pretty girl taking my cock, your pretty hair all splayed out around you, like a halo. Makes you look like the angel you are.”

For some reason his comment had tears ebbing at your eyes, you barely noticed as a few escaped and rolled down your cheeks.

“Puppy, does it hurt? Why are you crying?” Worry was etched across his features as he gazed down at you, ceasing his thrusts.

“I don’t deserve you,” You blubbered, willing the tears to stop, “You’re just too good for me.”

Sirius leaned down, resuming the movement of his hips, kissing the tears off of your skin, “No I’m not, you deserve me Puppy, you deserve me. And I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You used your arms to pull his chest against yours as he sped up his thrusts, trying to convince you that you deserved this, “I-I’m going to cum Daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum Daddy?”

“Of course Puppy, cum for me, be a good girl and make a mess all over my cock. Be my little messy bunny, gonna cum with you.”

He rocked his hips against yours three more times before he exploded inside of you, rope after rope of cum coating the inside of your walls as you released around him. Making a mess just as he’d told you to, feeling the knot in your stomach unravel, perhaps not as intensely as usual but so much better.

Your whimpers of “Daddy” quieted as your pleasure overwhelmed you, drowning you in your orgasm as you continued to clench around Sirius’ cock, hips still bucking to meet his.

In his release Sirius repeated “I love you”, over and over again, chanting it like it was a prayer, like a promise.

“I love you,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cupid's bow as you unclenched your eyes, “And I’m going to spend the rest of my love showing you just how much.”

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[mitsukui]

flower petals | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader.

Summary:  his eyes absolutely adore how flower petals look spread on your skin.

Word Count: 1,8k.

Warnings: smut! Fred being possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), marking, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, cum play.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HEAD VERY FULL, MANY THOUGHTS. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

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“Well, just look at you.” Your voice came out as a seductive purr, but he did not bother to land his chocolatey brown eyes on you. He was too absorbed in getting his tie knot done, his lean body resting on the edge of the bed that was covered by white and fluffy bedclothes.

The sight of a cascade of his flaming-red hair falling down his neck and almost reaching his shoulders was enough to drive you crazy. Because of a previous request of yours, his hair was once again long and, if such a thing was remotely possible, you were even more enamored with him. His white button-up shirt and dark navy trousers were not of much help either, owing to the slim fit of his formal clothes.

Fred Weasley looked undoubtedly delicious.

With your body leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, where you spent most of your days and nights at, you allowed yourself to secretly devote a piercing stare to him. Your eyes could spend hours like that, devouring every single little detail of him. All of him was simply breathtaking to you: his thin lips, his prominent nose, his freckle splattered skin, his skilled hands – oh, Godric. You loved his hands.

They felt heavenly while roaming around your undressed body, or while pulling your hair back, forcing you to look at or be closer to him during sex. Flashes of your intimate moments came to life in your mind, and you had to bite down on your lower lip. An annoyed groan left his lips, and you snapped back to reality.

“Never mind. Who needs to wear a fucking tie, anyway?” He stood up and finally faced his reflection in the mirror. His fingers unbuttoned the very first two buttons on his shirt and more of his milky skin peeked out. If you had more time, you would surely take him right then and there. You were, however, significantly late to George’s engagement party, therefore there was no time to waste.

You made yourself seen as your high heels clacked on the wooden floor of the flat he shared with his twin brother. Your beautiful body was hugged by a black satin dress, which only accentuated even more your inviting curves. Most of your thighs had been left uncovered, and the freedom of your skin repeated itself on your cleavage.

Your body was positioned behind his, and both of you smirked at each other. You were just about to compliment him again, but he was faster than you.

Before you could even realize what he was doing, he turned around, towering over you. His fingers reached out for your hips that were soon captured by his possessive touch. A short gasp was the only sound you were able to produce then, once his lips attacked your right collarbone, and made your breath hitch in your throat.

Licking your skin lustfully, he traveled up to your neck. His teeth nibbled on the soft skin, while his tongue eased all the tiny, purple bruises he was leaving behind. Your hands tugged on his hair, and a chain of shaky moans left your lips.

“There, that’s better.” He finally let go of your neck, but not of your hips. Your eyes moved to the mirror desperately, only to confirm your worst nightmare had come to life: Fred had sucked a group of small hickeys onto your neck. “You look stunning tonight, darling. Since we’re going to a big party, I needed to make sure it was clear who your owner is.”

After that, he did not even give you time to put on some concealer on the hickeys or to get angry at him. Still holding onto your hips, he disapparated from the flat.

The party seemed to drag on for more than what you considered pleasant. You tried your best to cover your recent love bites by using your hair and, apparently, it worked. Not one single soul said anything about it, but you knew he knew about them. And, perhaps, that was why he could not take his eyes off of you.

Even when you were apart, engaged with different conversations or activities, you could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin, undressing you, imagining himself slamming his hips into your tight cunt. He had fucked you so many times before, and he had been quite rough a few times; yet, your cunt still remained as tight as ever, and your juices still dripped from it over the smallest of his actions.

Around 1AM, you and Fred returned to the flat at last. Luckily enough, you had the place all to yourselves; George was staying with his fiancé and her family. Fred had never been more grateful towards his brother’s unconscious acts, because his plans for the night included fucking your brains out.

Once more, he held you in his arms as your surroundings changed. The nauseous feelings that crept in the pitch of your stomach were soon replaced by the feeling of his lips crashing against yours. He showed no mercy in his kiss, nor in the way did he remove your dress from your body.

The weak moonlight cast a provocative glow on your skin as he analyzed the matching set of lingerie you had on: a see-through lace bra and a lace v-front thong, both in black. His eyes gained a deeper shade of brown, and his bulge ached in his tight trousers.

“I see someone had high expectations for the after party.”

In no time, he sat down on the edge of the bed, exactly like he had done earlier that evening, and had you bent over his knees. With filthy words leaving his mouth, he hit your skin repeatedly and made sure you were completely aware of the fact that you were his. Your thong was now soaked with your arousal and your skin burned in the most luscious way. Your eyes produced little white stars from pleasure right in front of you, but you still craved for so much more. And so did he.

“Let me take a good look at you.” Feeling as if your legs had turned into a gelatinous mess, you stood up with his help.

He first analyzed your neck, where the purplish bruises still existed so exquisitely. They looked ethereal, almost as if your skin had been carrying tiny flower petals all this time. And you looked painfully captivating then, standing so submissively in front of him, with a single tear streak on your left cheek.

Regardless of how turned on he was by the love bites on your skin, something else caught his attention.

Your back profile reflected in the large and tall mirror attached to the wall, and the mark of his hand lashed against your skin was clearly visible. Fred had never really thought much of it, especially because it was something you had insisted on buying. At that night, however, that mirror was his favorite thing in the flat.

All of your and his clothes were dismissed eventually. You felt your walls clenching around nothingness as his cock sprung free from his underwear. The fact that he would stretch you out in an instant almost sent you to heaven.

He guided you towards the mirror with strong and dominating hands, stopping only when you were a few inches away from the reflecting surface. Under his command, you bent forward a bit, your nipples touching the cold object and causing you to squirm away.

“Be a good girl now, and let me watch you come undone while I fuck you.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you complied with his demands. This time, however, he did not bend your torso so only your nipples would touch the mirror. Your cheek had become one with the object, protesting whines echoing in the bedroom as he entered you slowly.

Your hot breath fogged the mirror a bit and his pace turned into a steady one. He was thrusting deeply into you, whispering how well your cunt always took him, and you were moaning sinfully. You begged him to move faster; even so he did not do as he was asked. He wanted to tease you, to make you suffer, like you had done to him with that dress of yours.

When you exclaimed you were close to your orgasm, one of his hands left your hips and went straight up to your hair. He tangled his fingers with your locks and violently pulled them, bringing your back to his chest.

He continued stretching you out until your legs trembled furiously, threatening to bring you down to the floor, and you cried out his name in sheer pleasure. But much to your surprise, he did not finish inside you, like he used to.

Fred pulled out only in time to step closer to the mirror, stroke his cock a few more times, and release his seed on the mirror.

You watched the scene as you came back from your high, but you could swear your cunt got even wetter. The way he threw his head back, the way he moaned loudly, the way his chest rose up and then fell back down again – everything he did was so incredibly hot.

“L-Lick the mirror clean.” His body trembled as he gathered all of his inner strength to speak to you. “I want to see you licking my cum off the mirror.”

Now that was something new. The novel request made you blink in surprise at him, unsure if he was really asking you to do that. It had never happened before, but it was surely burningly rousing.

He once more tugged on your hair, but he was much gentler this time. With one hand, he stroked his semi-hard cock and, with another, he pushed you towards the mirror.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did, and he grunted. Kneeling down on the floor, you finally allowed your tongue to touch the mirror. You felt tremendously nasty, but you also enjoyed it tremendously.

Your eyes moved up to his own as you gave the mirror the first short lick, a small amount of his yet warm release hitting your velvety taste buds, and your body recognizing his sweet flavor. Thanks Merlin for the insane quantity of pineapple he consumed; that prick knew exactly what he was doing.

The strokes on his cock increased as he was hard again, and as you continued on licking his cum while looking at him.

When you finished, you smiled shyly at him through the mirror. You were unsure whether you had done a good job on what he asked you to do or not, but you secretly felt good.

Quickly returning to his caring self, he helped you stand up and used his slim fingers to clean any leftovers that still remained on your chin and lips. He asked you if you were alright, if he had hurt you somehow, if you needed anything, but when you shook your head negatively, he bumped his nose against yours.

“You are seriously out of this world. Thank you for being mine.”