#now he just needs to be Normal for a bit and it'll all settle

[killishin]

— ♡ my pretty neighbour.

PART 01.

PAIRING: jason todd x witch! reader

CONTENT WARNING: afab reader, blood, violence, alcohol, mention of assaults, more to be added.

CATEGORY: shit ton of fluff and sfw, maybe angst?

SUMMARY: a witch trying her best to lay low and live her life, while being out of every gothams vigilante's radar. turns out red hood had been her neighbour all along. also they have cute little pets.

WC: 4k

A/N: another jason fic yep. i didn't really have a solid idea but i just really wanted to write something so.... enjoy!

fic masterlist. next.

dividers by @cursed-carmine

gotham is filled with all kinds of criminals, masterminds, lunatics, druglords— you name it. each has done such horrible deeds that it has scarred hearts and souls of every innocent, each has a certain level of craziness in them that requires insane amount of intellect to even catch them. and despite the vigilantes giving their utmost best, everyday having to push themselves to think better, be faster... criminals still hide in those dark alleys, unbound and free.

so you can't really blame the protectors of the city, as they like to call themselves, to be cautious of every activity that goes on in the city. they are understandably hostile to superheroes who try to help, a bit too hostile sometimes in your opinion, but maybe the massive workload makes them snippy.

being a witch and living in gotham is a bit tough therefore, you not only have to hide your powers from the normal people but also from the vigilantes. you do not want to be evicted out of the only city where you can afford the rent, that too without any dignity since witches are sort of still discriminated by the myths and fake stories. still, its understandable, mankind has always been afraid of what they can't control or understand.

you had been ridiculously meticulous in your choice of residence, not like you had much choice to begin with. but you had scouted out the area as best as you could to your needs, and upon confirming that there wasn't much vigilante sighting in the neighborhood, you had finally settled.

a barista's salary didn't really help much, but you didn't really have much needs. your only goal was to live a drama free, quiet life where you could experiment with your little spells (harmless ones.. of course) and, the most important, provide for your little gentleman, alfred, a cute little doberman (he's huge). that was your goal, the ideal life you chased— should chase. but often a heart's desire overwhelm the logic of mind.

you have a penchant for getting into trouble. having promised to never get involved in anything that might shed light upon your existence, you strayed from that promise more often than not. all for good deeds, mostly.

"this is the third time this month. i have got to practice some self control." you sigh as you nudge the body of the man on the ground, groaning and coughing up blood. your brows furrow in mild annoyance as you kick his thigh this time.

"i didn't even use a strong spell! come on you wuss!" you softly groaned to yourself before sighing as you looked away for a moment, scratching your brow with your nail. the blood wasn't a problem, to be honest you wouldn't give a crap if he died. he was assaulting a sweet old man, punching him to death— you just had to step in.

...maybe you stepped in too much. now his arm is twisting at an odd angle, you were supposed to teach him a simple lesson. just give him some scare that'll scar him for life. now he got a bonus broken arm.

you've left one too many mens like that lying and crying, and it'll only be a matter of time before they lead those pesky vigilantes to your doorstep.

you put on a spell that altered his memory of your face, in case he saw it, before turning around to be on your merry way. but cue gotham weather's shitty timing, it starts pouring hard.

"mother nature you're really teasing me today..." you murmured sarcastically to yourself, yet sauntering off unbothered, rain never bothered you much anyway. you just hate how the clothes get all damp and clingy, weighing down your body.

by the time you reach your place you're visibly drenched to the bone, humming some tune under your breath, totally not seeing the man walking ahead of you. and so consequently you bump into his back, eyes widening for a moment as you stepped back with an apology right on your tongue.

but they die on your lips when you see the most brilliant bluish green eyes glance back at you, bitter and hostile. but you've always had a weak spot for pretty things, and when the man turns fully, you note he is the most prettiest man you've ever laid your eyes on.

you're far too lost in admiring him that you fail to notice the slight shift in his demeanor. after all, jason was already in a wretched mood and the next second he turns around to see an absolutely drenched women staring back at him. he isn't that easily fazed, your skin glistens, the damp and dripping hair clinging to the side of your face, that makes you look gorgeous but he's seen gorgeous. your eyes though— they seem unreal. feel unreal. there's just something otherworldly about it— ethereal even. and he's not among those to be poetic.

you realise you've been staring for a second too long and the silence becomes awkward real quick, you blink and step back with a polite smile. "sorry. i uh— wasn't looking where i was going." his brow raised slightly at your politeness, seemingly even more sweet due to your low and honeyed voice.

"no problem." he murmured casually, his voice even more grumpy and rougher than usual, a tough night and patrol hasn't even started. he then turned around and ascended the stairs, and so did you, lagging behind by two steps. you couldn't make the pretty man uncomfortable after all.

but he noticed you following him floor after floor, stopping right when he did at his floor before your steps softly followed behind him again. when he reached his door he turned around, and found you looking back at him with the same confusion.

"...hi neighbour?" you jokingly whispered with a hesitant smile but he didn't.

"how long have you been living here?" that came out more as an interrogative question than a confused one and it made your brows raise in amusement. this one's got a feisty side.

"a few months. wasn't aware anyone lived there." you replied back coolly with a smile that bordered serene yet sultry. his eyes dropped down to it for a small second, narrowing slightly as if the smile irritated him. it indeed irritated him because of the shiver that ran down his spine at the sight of it.

"I've lived here for more than a year. never seen you before." he retorted like he's insinuating an accusation and your lips pull to a slow grin.

"you're awfully stingy for a pretty neighbour." you remark, your nose scrunching up in fake disappointment as you unlock your door.

stingy?

"pretty? " he didn't know what of those words baffled him more, yet that was the one that had to come out of his mouth.

"and interrogative. are you in the gcpd or something?" you asked as you leaned your weight against your door which was slightly ajar.

"no. you're the one interrogating now." he scoffed quietly as he turned around, fetching his key out his pocket.

"seems like you don't know the difference between making conversation and interrogation." you lightly chuckle and thats when he realised its your voice thats the root of the irritation being caused in his already irritated mind. its irritatingly sweet and honeyed— addictive may be the right word.

"that's your version of making conversation?" he scowls as he opened his door and stepped inside while your grin widened, he finds your amusement at his expense really insulting.

"only with pretty, grumpy neighbours."

"and is that your way of flirting? cus its not effective."

"slow down, pretty boy. if you think this is flirting then clearly you haven't been properly flirted with before. how sad." if he can't handle your teasing, he'd be a downright mess when you actually flirt then. and those reddened embarrassed cheeks simply intensify the want to flirt with him.

he gives you one last scathing glare before shutting the door on your face. a chuckle quietly escapes your lips as you call out a loud "goodnight!" which you're probably sure he heard and frowned even more.

you step in your apartment and close the door, flicking on the candles with a swish of your hand. you could just switch on the lights but you secretly love the theatrics. a quick spell could dry you but a warm shower would probably help you more.

and it does help you, you're more relaxed and less tense. your muscles feels like mush just like your head. and yet, as you lay on your bed, your eyes are open wide and awake. you're a bit of an insomniac. its a bother and inconvenience but just like ever other nuisance in your life, you've gotten used to it.

just like always you get up, grab a grimoire and your reading glasses, learning a spell or two. it usually takes you more than an hour to understand and practice and most nights it ends up with something getting on fire or your own self. you suppose that's the fun part.

and again, like always, you get bored and lay back on your bed. this time the pretty neighbour occupies your mind, beauty aside, it is a question that you met him just today when he claims to have been living for a year. why didn't you bump into him before?

you hoped for no trouble, yet something tells you he'll make you be neck deep in one.

"again? " jason frowned as he dropped to the ground with a muted thump of his boots, not a noise at his landing, its like second nature to him.

"third this month." oracle spoke through the comms and jason crouched infront of the little blood that was splattered across the gritty pavement, the rain had washed off most of it yet some stayed, seeped into the earth like a taint.

"some random person reported it almost an hour ago and he was taken to get treated." oracle continued and jason scoffed sarcastically, "you're telling me the cops beat me to it? that's a first."

she simply rolled her eyes at that, "i checked his background. a typical small time thief, arrested quiet a few times for mugging and burglary."

he grunted as a response and looked around but nothing else was amiss. with a sigh he got up, "someone's doing our work here. unfortunately for us they're pretty good at it."

"not for long." Jason's brows furrowed a bit on reflex as bruce's voice came in, "they're bound to slip."

"they haven't for the last two month. maybe they might never." course he agreed with bruce, but where's the fun in agreeing?

"they will. and we have to catch them. they're a threat to the city—"

"times like these, wish i was deaf."

"what was that?"

Jason's not that worried about the mysterious person on the loose beating up criminals, he's sure they were probably in the act of committing a crime to deserve this. but bruce's worry has a point, they need to know who it is. not everyone's a protector. they may be saving right now, but is that all they're doing?

jason knows first-hand how times change, how fast people change. how deceiving time could be, how deceiving humans can be.

his mind is immediately pulled to you at that thought, someone who looks pretty harmless, eyes that are both innocent yet alluring like a siren's. you looked even more helpless and naive in your drenched form. yet all it took was for you to smile and that image shattered.

that smile was a warning in itself, an omen as if. innocence might be something of a past to you, your eyes held no fear, no apprehension. your smile was steady and dangerous, he's a man who has fought back death, rendered men almost lifeless with just his fist— and still his gut told him you were not to be taken lightly. harmless you might be, for now, but not innocent.

he returned back at his place at dawn, grunting and groaning at the sore muscles that ached here and there.

"at this point im gonna age faster than alfred." he murmured to himself with an almost pout. a quick shower and some television were supposed to really tire him out, but sleep escaped him. insomnia the trouble of yet another person.

and he doesn't really leave his place much, but today he felt like it. maybe a walk might help him. its still early so he doubts the streets to be that busy.

he really should have thought this through.

"hey pretty neighbour." he gave a deadpanned stare to that same amusing smile of yours.

"ooh you don't seem like a morning person." you pretend to frown, still locking your door before turning around with a wink, "i know you for less than twelve hours and we already have something in common. is this destiny's sign for something more? " you said dramatically, taking huge delight at his annoyance.

"no, but my headache's a perfect sign for nothing ever." he quietly snapped as he slammed his door shut a little too hard tugging on his hood over a bit before walking away.

"so you do have sarcasm." came your voice not too far behind him, but he knows you're not following him. he saw your clothes when he stepped out, formal and perfectly ironed for work. maybe it really was the rain that gave him the innocent illusion last night.

he sighed as he started descending the stairs, shaking his head as he immediately regretted his decision for this walk.

"you talk a lot." he called out and heard your quiet chuckle in response, "you talk too less." his steps became hurried and your grin simply widened.

"would you tell me your name if i ask you?" you asked him, your smile barely contained and he rolled his eyes, "think you already know the answer."

soon both of you stepped out on the pavement and you turned to face him with a teasing smile, "guess I'll just call you pretty neighbour then."

you waved at him goodbye before he could turn the other way, and yelled "bye pretty neighbour!" as loud as you could, making sure it'll turn heads.

his eyes widened for a moment before he glared at you in disbelief, then swiftly turned around to walk away from imminent embarrassment. maybe it was better if he never knew he had a neighbour next door, no matter how beautiful you are. he sighed to himself as your smile flashed in his mind, unfortunately you really were beautiful. damn you.

you loved your barista job, after all it involved brewing and you were, not to brag, quite the master at it. you kept your conversations with the customers at a minimal, there's no need to involve in idle chatter with them. your coworkers though are a bunch of sweethearts, mostly, so its never a headache working there.

but sometimes some assholes walk in, harassing the workers, some be rude to you about the order even when its made just like they want— but you do what you gotta do to survive.

when you're returning on your way back home, your mood's sour than usual. you don't have it in you to even smile. all anyone would want after a shitty day at job, is the damn bed. even if you can't sleep.

but, the world always tests you on your worst days.

you stop dead in your tracks just a few steps away from your unit, whose door is wide open by the way. your senses heightened and every spell on the tip of your tongue. you didn't have to worry about all your witchy things being stolen or affected since they're all safely locked in a cupboard bound by a spell, unseen by anyone other than you. your important things are also spell bound to your home so no thief can take them out of your apartment.

no, what you're worried about is alfred.

you peaked inside in your own home, the lights were on. you slowly pushed the door without making a sound, a little proud at the creaky door to not give you away today.

suddenly your eyes caught the top of someone's head peaking from behind your dining table— alfred's there too! your eyes widened and your brows furrowed into an angry glare.

"step the fuck away from alfred!" you extended your hand, about to cripple the hell out of whoever that is— but then you see your pretty neighbour straighten up fast and alfred perk up before rushing to you, all smiles and happy.

"woah woah chill— wait who??? " his initial shock subsided to one of pure confusion as he stood there with his hands raised.

ignoring him you crouched down to alfred's height, checking him for any injury because heaven knows if there is one, then that pretty neighbour might not leave the world very pretty—

"he's fine." he said as he slowly rounded the table before stopping short at the sight of your glare. it was... a change, different. he had the impression of you being as much of a nuisance as dick is, if not more. but right now all your eyes hold is hostility and distrust.

"i'll be the judge of that." you snapped at him before plastering a helpless smile for alfred who, suddenly, very surprising of him, trotted back to your neighbour. and you just stayed rooted to your position as your mind errored because what the fuck????

alfred barely ever lets anyone touch him. he had a difficult time when he was just a puppy in an abusive household. he only trusted two people, one is you and your best friend.

you look up at the neighbour with the same dumbfounded expression and for the first time he found it in himself to smile, it was a bit cocky but a smile nonetheless.

"you... what.. what did you do to him? and why the hell did you break into my apartment?" you questioned as you rose to your full height, regarding him suspiciously.

he gave you an unimpressed look at your immediate assumptions before sighing, "i was in my apartment when i heard him growling. loudly. then he started barking. turns out someone was lurking outside of your apartment."

"what?"

"yeah. he had already picked the lock actually, acted like he was opening the door and claimed that he lived there. if i hadn't met you last night, i might have been given him the benefit of doubt. when i confronted he said he was dating you. but i knew that was bullshit." he shrugged like it was no trouble.

you were a bit stunned. yes you thought of him pretty, maybe a nice man but you never expected him to be nice, you never expect anyone to be nice. the world had taught you time and time again that humanity is scarce and kindness is a luxury.

"oh." you murmured before lightly shaking your head, "oh that's— thank you. i- where's that man now?"

his lips slightly tugged up in amusement at your stunned look, feeling maybe a teensy bit of pride to wrong whatever misconception you had of him. "he lives two floors up actually. don't worry i made sure he will be kicked out."

"....thanks." you mumbled out before rubbing the side of your face, you hated being in the wrong, and awkward and embarrassing situations like this. how the hell did you miss an asshole like that? you thought you knew everyone from the apartment as a safety measure.

"i- um sorry i assumed and accused you." you took his words as final because alfred was literally sat near his feet. alfred's a great judge of character.

but this time he didn't scoff or smirk, instead there was a soft smile on his face. he understood your anger after all. "s alright. i understand i also have—"

you froze when you felt something brush by your feet, something very soft and— "meow."

you looked down and there it is, a very adorable, very extra soft siamese cat, who is now staring down alfred like he wronged all her ancestors.

you look up at him with raised brows and with a tired sigh he points at himself, confirming your assumption.

"sorry-"

"can i pet?" you asked softly, looking up at him with such hopeful eyes that all he could do was nod. you crouched down and approached the cat carefully, extending your hand. the cat inspected a little before rubbing against your hand.

"who's this beautiful little baby?" you mused, grinning wide as you scratched the cat.

"... miss pearl." he mumbled too quietly but you have good ears, and unlike how he expected you to laugh at that, you simply smiled in great approval.

upon remembering something his brows furrowed again, "um sorry what did you say his name was?" he pointed at alfred and you looked up at him with most proud smile. "alfred."

"huh." that's a really funny coincidence and a small laugh started spilling out his lips slowly. you looked up at him with furrowed brows, "what?"

"no. nothing. great name."

"are you making fun of him?"

"you really think i would?"

"...hm."

you got up finally and smiled at him, it didn't have that sultry undertone— just a smile.

"again, thank you." you said and he nodded suddenly finding his cat more interesting to look at, his ears reddening.

"uh your place. great aesthetic huh." he said, diverting the topic and you looked around. it didn't look that much like a typical witch's home, but there were too many candles everywhere that normally, normal people don't really have.

his eyes narrowed a bit as he smiled amusingly, he did find that... eccentric.

there was a beat of silence as you looked at candles at literally every flat surfaces.

"i just really like candles. they're scented." you said with the most convincing smile you could conjure up. he didn't buy it, but didn't question it either. gotham is filled with every sort of weird after all.

slave to your habit you still ran your eyes around your apartment, while he picked up miss pearl, but everything was at its place. you really gotta put a spell on the damn door now, the lock had already been weak.

he was almost in his unit before you called out behind him, "all this help and you still won't give me a proper introduction?" that teasing tone was back in your voice.

he sighed in exasperation as he turned around, but weirdly enough, to reasons unknown to him, his ears felt warm again.

"jason."

"jason.." you grinned wide and replied back with your name before winking at him. he simply gave a deadpanned stare before shutting his door.

he let pearl go from his arms, while staring off at a distance, his eyes a little hazy as his mind repeated the way you said his name. shaking his head he scoffed, you were nothing more than just a weird little neighbour.

come next morning he's about to head to bed when he heard a knock. his brows furrowed as he wondered who the hell is bothering him this early. but there was no one when he opened the door, nothing but a small little tin box on the floor with designs engraved on it.

he picked it up suspiciously before taking off the lid, in there were some... tea bags? there was also a note, in there was a little message written in neat words.

this helps with insomnia. its my personal favorite too. hope you do know how to brew some tea.

your pretty neighbour ;)

now he realises what exactly feels weird when he sees you, its his silly little heart.

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[the-composer]

When he Ascended, he’d wanted more than anything to excise his humanity from his Soul’s composition. He’d been convinced that part of him would be left in the ashes of his death from which he rose, anew. But for a demigod, that’s not the case.

His humanity represented everything that was wrong with his life and broken inside him. The last thing he wanted was to tote that baggage into the afterlife. It was a second chance, but not necessarily a clean slate. What the Composer couldn’t carve out of him, he’d bury. What he couldn’t bury, he’d doggedly disregard. Simply pretend it didn’t exist — which would prove much harder than he thought when the novelty of being a veritable god wore off and all the afflictions of Yoshiya crept back in. The mental malaise, the distorted thinking, unstable emotions, loneliness, the ennui —

His human half is weak. Inefficient. Disruptive. Messy. It forcefully reminded him how to dread, ache, and cry.

To cope, he had to develop resilience through spiritual evolution by harnessing his divinity enough for the two warring divions to co-exist. 

He didn’t get there on his own. Most of the progress was catalyzed by others, and by learning to love, and to trust, and lean into those to be vulnerable in a way he never could as a human.

The human embodiment known as Yoshiya was finally accepted by Joshua and assimilated. In spite of his neuroses and, he’d go on to build an empire that’s unrivaled by anything the Higher Plane had ever seen. Ironically, it’s that pesky humanity that set him apart and lended itself to much of his success in relating to those he served.

It’s yet to be proven that a Composer’s existence is interminable, or invincible for that matter. Shibuya’s Composier is on record as one of the longest standing, but the Higher Plane could remove any Composer at any given time. If Shibuya’s Composer wished to rule without that looming fear, transformative changes needed to be made.

The second Ascension came as a surprise; it was premeditated but not by Joshua, not like his initial choice to cross over. With the aid of his disciple, he climbed the ladder to the stars, reaching the apex of his consciousness — fully apotheosized.

Strangely, it didn’t feel much different. It didn’t feel like anything. He didn’t feel anything. He could hear, see, and comprehend everything outside of himself, but inside it’s utter silence. Did he finally lose it — what made him human?

Ironically, it terrified him. It hit hard. There was a period of deep irreconcilable panic that he couldn’t describe, much less rationalize. What he’d wanted for so long…

The epiphany is profound. Joshua realizes that it’s his humanity that made him special. His human emotions allowed him to feel trust and love, to be open and be seen and change for the better.

If his human side disappeared, what would that leave him? A God that could no longer relate, that could no longer care, and most importantly could no longer be with them, be among them, be human.

He searched and searched and searched until he found his truth:

You will never be human again. That part of you is gone. There is no going back, which will hurt and must be grieved. But —

Your humanity is ingrained in you. There’s a difference between being a human and possessing humanity. That is what makes you special. That is what makes you an exceptional Composer, and a God to be lauded.

The fact you even feared such a thing speaks to how deserving you are. You will always belong to your people, and you don’t have to give up a shred of your humanity to be with them. You have lost nothing you haven't been ready to release and gained more than you ever imagined you'd ever hold. Congratulations, Yoshiya Joshua Kiryu ~

[leechqnsgirl]

‧₊˚✩彡‧ all the times I waited, for you to want me naked

-- you and heeseung have been dating for a while now, but he's never made any advances towards you. after tempting him numerous times and getting nothing, you confront him, wondering if the reason is because he doesn't find you attractive. but it's really just the opposite.

18+ | heeseung x fem!reader | wc: 5k | fluff, smut, confrontation scene | masterlist

warnings: language, reader has some slightly insecure thoughts, hee is down badd, kissing, making out, fingering, pussy eating, tiny handjob, piv, cumming inside

****

you loved heeseung, truly.

however, you couldn't help but feel a bit...unwanted by him.

not in a drag-around way. but more like he didn't have a desire or a need to have your body.

the two of you made out, sure, but even when you would, he'd be quick to end it.

at first you thought maybe it was because you two were still early in your relationship. maybe he was just shy.

but then that beginning turned into five months and those five months quickly became eleven.

sure, he was a bit more touchy, a bit more open to you but he didn't ever seem like he craved you.

you groan over the phone with your friend, "I mean, am I the problem?" you got to a point where you had to talk to someone about it. because you weren't even just hurt anymore. you were confused too, more than ever.

"I doubt it." your friend stated. "y/n, have you even tried talking to him?" you bit your lip. "well...no?"

you could hear her sigh disappointingly. "then you might be the problem." she teased over the line, "again. I doubt it. if anything, he's so in love with you! I see it, okay. and in all honesty, I thought you two were already getting it on." you could practically visualize her leaning back into her chair as she says that.

you felt yourself get a bit flustered, closing your eyes as you took a breath in.

"I just don't know what to do now. like is this normal? your boyfriend wasn't like this right?"

she chuckled, "my boyfriend? he cant last a day without getting his dick wet." you groaned. "what is it gonna take for heeseung to be like that." you whined, lying down on your bed.

"look, I have an idea but I don't really know if it'll work."

--

It's been a week since the phone call with your friend. and her plan seemed absolutely ridiculous to you.

according to her, if you tempt heeseung enough, he'll eventually let go and have you.

did you believe that? not exactly.

there's already been a handful of situations between the two of you where any regular man would've fucked you right then and there. but heeseung? nope. it's like there's some sort of curse on you.

or at least that's how you like to put it.

you eventually gave in to trying your friend's idea.

your first attempt was during a movie night. heeseung had called you up saying how he found a movie you two should watch together.

usually you'd settle for one of his tees and some pajama pants. but this time, you wanted to switch out the shirt with a tight low cut tank top, and considering how the weather was changing, you could always say it was just too hot for a t-shirt.

oh, and you'd also decided to go braless.

it was around 8:30 when heeseung arrived at your place.

giving you a kiss on the cheek as he walked in, he asked if everything was ready for the movie.

when the two of you sat down together on the couch, you could tell he put a tiny distance between you and him. not on purpose surely...right?

you let out a quiet sigh, scooting over a bit to cuddle into his side. you had your head on his chest and a hand on his thigh.

it was probably ten minutes into the movie when you noticed he wasn't touching you at all.

either it's working right now or I just made him super uncomfortable... you thought to yourself.

about to call out his name, but you decided against it. instead grabbing the arm that he rested off the top of the couch behind you and placing it on you. leaving it so his hand was around your hip.

you could've sworn you heard his breathing pause.

you're taking this movie night as a success for your first attempt.

--

now for try two you wanted to go a bit more out of the box.

you and heeseung just came home from a dinner date. he took you out for a nice night drive then surprised you with a booked seat at a fancy diner.

he was sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed. you walked over to where he was, pulling your hair to the side. "hee, can you help me with my dress?" you asked, turning so your back was facing him. "sure, baby."

now, usually he'd do it for you and you'd go to change in the bathroom.

and maybe that was the problem. it was little habits of yours like this, that he could've take it as you were hiding yourself or you didn't feel ready around him.

that's not it, really. you were just never used to changing with someone else in the room. but tonight you realized, you don't mind if that someone else is him.

walking over to your drawer, you pull out a large shirt of his. your back still turned towards heeseung, because yes, you were still a bit nervous with this whole plan. you don't think you'd be able to do this facing him. not yet, at least.

you slip off your dress and pull the shirt over your head.

and again, you could've sworn you heard him make a small noise. something akin to a quiet gasp.

he had already changed into his comfortable clothes.

laying beside where he was sitting on the bed, you could visibly see him swallow down nothing. his throat felt dry. and he felt bugs in his legs, like he just had move. but he really didn't want to. he really really wanted to just be able to hold you tightly against him as you two fall asleep. but he's afraid something might interrupt the moment you two could be having.

"I'm tired, hee...are you gonna sleep soon?" he nods his head, "y-yeah..." he clears his throat, standing up.

"i'm gonna use the bathroom real fast."

furrowing your brows, you tilt your head. "okay...come back fast babe. I wanna sleep." you said innocently. knowing you meant it to be everything but.

he was there for ten minutes before you went over to the door. just as you were about to knock, you heard him mumble something along the lines of, "get it together..."

you had to cover your mouth from the giggle you wanted to let out.

did you always have an effect on him and never realized? or is it just because of tonight?

--

your third attempt was when you two went shopping.

you'd been complaining about how you needed new clothes to heeseung. so he agreed to take you out to the mall over the weekend.

only problem? you never told him what kind of clothes you needed to buy.

now again, it really was habits the two of you had built up that were to blame.

whenever you'd go shopping for your own undergarments, you never really invited heeseung into the store with you. but he never asked to come in either. so when you walk into the store, he'd say he'd go to another and see if he can get himself anything while you shop for your personal belongings.

but this time, when you two arrived in front of the store, you didn't let go of his hand that you were holding.

"heeseung, do you wanna come with me today?" you asked, unblinking as you looked up at him.

he brought a hand up to scratch behind his ear, a habit of his for when he was nervous or undecided.

"i-i don't know...I mean, do you need me to?" he sounded nervous. you suppose you're meant to take that as a good thing.

you hold his hand tighter. "all my friends say they do this with their boyfriends.." you said upsettingly, putting on a faux pout. you aren't fully faking your disappointment. you do want him to come inside, but if guilt tripping works. then hey, fake it till you make it...right?

you could see from the look in his eye that he was fighting with himself.

he sighed. "okay. fine. even though i've never met a guy who even goes into these stores with their girlfriends." he said under his breath, hand sweating in your hold.

the two of you walked in and the store was quite busy today. girls hoarding every corner and it seemed like all the changing booths were full.

making your way through the store to where you needed to be, you eyed a few couples in there together. nudging heeseung when you pointed at them.

"see baby, guys do tag along!" he gave you a strained smile, nodding slightly.

starting off at the perfume section, you went though many scents. spraying some on tester cards and some on your wrist or neck for him to smell.

soon enough you made your way over to the sleepwear and undergarments area. you grabbed a few, heeseung offered to hold them for you, while you told him that you wanted to make your way over to the fitting rooms.

heeseung handed you all the clothes you picked out with a red face. as you took them from him, you looked at him with a brow raised.

"um...hee?" he looked at you, croaking out a quiet, yeah?

"come in with me, I need your opinion on the stuff I picked." you could see his eyes visibly widen. he cleared his throat.

"y-you want me to join you?" he knew he probably looked like a tomato by now.

you nodded your head. "well I don't have another boyfriend, do i?" you teased, tugging him by his jacket sleeve into the fitting booth.

after locking the door to the room, you offered for him to take a seat on the stool inside.

you hung up all the pieces of clothes and sets you chose on the rack and began taking off your top.

you could practically feel him get tense before you saw it.

soon enough, you slid off your shoes and shorts that you were wearing. now leaving you in just your bra and panties.

you started with a dark red lingerie sleep dress that caught your eye earlier. it went to your mid thigh and had lace trimmings around the chest.

you turn around from facing the mirror to look at heeseung.

but he was already looking at you.

you waited a few seconds before calling his name, he was clearly not paying attention to your face. his eyes glued to your body.

"heeseung..? how is it?" now he looks into your eyes. his tongue shooting out to wet his lips.

"i-its um, you know, it's nice." he said, running a hand through his hair.

you roll your eyes. sighing before turning around to try on the next item.

you showed him a few more.

you could tell he was only getting more restless and maybe even more impatient by the minute.

it wasn't until you tried on the last set that you could tell he's really had enough.

it was a delicate three piece that consisted of a white bra, underwear and a sheer mesh cardigan that really didn't cover anything. not that it was meant to anyways.

by the time you turned to show him this set, he was facing the ground. his hands tried their best to cover his groin without attracting any attention to the fact that he was trying to hide his half hard cock. you, however, didn't catch this.

before you could ask your repetitive question of how does this one look? he suddenly stood up.

"does this store have a bathroom?" your eyes widened, because there was no way he just asked that.

"this is a lingerie store...why would they have a bathroom?" he sighed, reaching a hand into his pocket. "take my card, purchase whatever you want and I'll be back."

he left his card on the stool. and before you could even utter out the sound of a letter, he was out of the room.

left standing still in pure shock, you began undressing to put on your own clothes again.

did i do too much?

god, he probably thinks I'm a crazy person. you thought to yourself.

you slid his card into the back pocket of your pants, choosing only a few pieces from the many you picked out to buy, leaving the remaining ones in the room.

thankfully the line was short now, you quickly bought everything then made your way out the store.

you saw heeseung walking back towards the entrance of it. once he made it over to you, he took the shopping bag out of your hand and shoved the empty hand in his pocket.

fuck.

--

the whole car ride was quiet. tense.

and when you made it back to your apartment, he was saying something about how he wanted to take a shower.

before he could rush away, you call out for him.

you drop your purse on the ground, sighing loudly.

"you're impossible." he turns his body slightly to fully face you.

"what?" you shake your head. "you make no sense, heeseung." you pause before you continue, trying to collect the right words.

"I mean, eleven months heeseung. we've been together for eleven months." he brings a hand up to scratch his neck.

"what are you talking about?"

"you love me, right? you think i'm-i'm kind and funny and beautiful. right?" you felt your voice start to raise just the slightest.

"of course-" you dropped your hands to your sides dramatically.

"then why don't you want me? or even crave for me?" he paused when you said that. he could see your eyes gloss over a bit.

"everyone I know, heeseung, everyone has basically done it with their boyfriend already. and I'm not saying we have to do that to have a healthy relationship but I mean if you didn't wanna have sex then just tell me!" you take a moment to breathe.

"but I know you want to have sex. m-maybe not with me but I know you've had it before, with your exes. and I don't care about them right now. but, god, it's just killing me inside because," you had to calm down. you don't even know why you're getting so worked up. you've always felt this way, yeah, but, you usually just deal with it.

it seems like this time...you just can't.

"because it has me thinking I'm the problem." you see him open his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"what is it? am I just not attractive in that way? or hot? or d-do you have someone else?" you whispered out that sentence because even you knew that wasn't true. it was just your own thoughts that were eating you now. consuming you whole and leaving you a broken and crazed mess in front of your boyfriend.

the whole time heeseung was standing still, he didn't know what to say. did you really feel this way this whole time?

he shook his head. "never." he stepped closer to you. "there's never going to be someone else." he sighed.

how do i even explain this to her? he thought.

he sighed, "it's really embarrassing..." he said quietly.

"what?" you sniffled, furrowing your brows.

he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm. "it's not you, baby, I promise. a-and I had no idea you felt like this." you gave him a blank stare, wanting to hear what he'll say next.

"I'm a coward, y/n. I...I feel so much for you, in so many different ways I just, I don't know how to show it sometimes. and I get nervous. I get scared I won't be able to impress you or be what you deserve." he shifted his gaze from your eyes to the floor.

"you are the prettiest girl ever. really. I mean, no one I've ever met or dated makes me feel this way."

"and I don't wanna seem desperate or horny to you. the last thing I'd want is to make you think all I want from you is your body." now he moved right in front of you, holding both your hands in his.

"i'm obsessed with you, baby. the way you walk, the way you talk and smell and just exist." he presses a kiss to your lips, muttering a small apology. one you knew that its meaning was meant to be louder than its volume.

he lets go of your hands as he goes in for a second kiss. his own hands are everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

he wants to touch you. to feel you. but he doesn't want to move too fast.

getting impatient, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist.

breaking away from the kiss, you whispered into his ear, "touch me, heeseung. please."

his knees buckled at that, he had to physically bite back a moan. he moved one hand to the back your head with the other still on your waist. he pushed your head further against his. your hands tangled into his hair and neck, pulling at the hairs on the back of his head whenever he'd bite your lips.

yes, the two of you have made out before and its gotten heated. but this time? it felt so much hotter knowing that there isn't some sort of barrier between you two anymore. knowing that soon enough, he'll have you on your back moaning out his name.

he pulled away from the kiss, ushering the two of you to the bedroom.

he gently pushed you onto the bed, going back in for another kiss.

he moaned, the realization of everything finally dawning on him when he had you under him. all hot and bothered.

"heeseung," you called out to him, "what's wrong?"

he hadn't even realized that he froze for a good few seconds, but when he came back to you, he started trailing kisses down your neck.

"mm, nothing. sorry, baby." he mumbled in between kisses.

when he reached your collarbone, he tugged on the piece of fabric that was your shirt.

"can I...?" you nodded your head, voice too weak to speak right now.

and so with that, he gently pulled your shirt over your head. softly gasping at the sight of your upper body nearly bare.

his hands traced your sides, your stomach, everywhere.

he brought his kisses lower now, to the hem of your pants. this time he didn't ask you, he started slowly sliding your pants down. giving you time for if you suddenly changed your mind.

you never did. and he was so thankful for that.

he felt crazy. insane even. seeing you in just about nothing, only some pity pieces of clothing.

you were so beautiful, he couldn't believe he's never had you like this earlier.

but in the middle of everything, he can't help but feel that anxious and unsettling feeling arise again.

its not your fault, never. it's his and his busy minds'. its thoughts that occur like, if he's good enough for you, can he please you, and whatnot.

"mm, hee..." you squirmed shyly under his gaze.

his eyes quickly flew over to your face, he chuckled quietly. "'m sorry, baby."

heeseung works on his own clothing now, hastily ripping them off.

now, left only in his boxers, he drags a hand over to your clothed pussy.

fuck, he couldnt believe this.

he was touching you right now. him. not anyone else.

his finger presses down on your cunt, making your legs twitch just the slightest.

he starts rubbing small circles over your clit, his other hand gripping the sheets beneath you two.

god, he really wanted to just strip you naked and fuck you stupid. but no. he had to have patience, he didn't want your first time to be a quick fuck. he wanted to have time to get to know your body.

what you love, what you hate, what makes you wet.

he needed to know it all.

he hears you whine out a wait, pushing his hand away from you. he was confused at first, until he saw your slide off your panties.

"y-y/n?" you bit your lip, closing back your thighs.

"hee, I need you to touch me. please." and how could he refuse? with your eyes staring at him all wide, your brows furrowed and your lips chewed up.

your lips. gosh, your lips. he had to kiss you.

crawling up a bit, his lips meet yours. he groans into the kiss when you bring a hand up to his hair.

with your tongues clashing and heavy breathing audible in the room, heeseung brings one hand down and pushes your thighs open a bit.

you lay back on the bed, him still above you.

"baby, I'm gonna start with my hands okay?" he assures, eyes scattering all over your face.

a bit shaky, you nodded your head.

the way he pressed his fingers against your bare warmth made your mind hazy.

you bit your lip, a muffled moan coming from you. and when heeseung started rubbing you, you threw both your hands over your face. the shyness and slight insecurity of the way that you might look got the better of you.

heeseung pulled away from you. "h-huh?" you lowered your hands when you heard a whine from him.

"baby, please can I see you? I need to, I wanna see you come undone for me. please?" he was shameless with the way he begged, voice never even wavering.

and you felt the heat rise up to your face, eyes wide as you processed his words in your head.

his hands went to grab at your wrists. "just...relax."

again you nodded your head.

and just like that he went back again, but this time, his movements were a bit more restless. less patient.

he spreads your legs wider, wanting to get a better view.

his empty hand went to your still bra clad chest. he huffed at the feeling of this fabric under his hands.

getting the hint, you sat up a bit, bringing two shaky hands to take it off.

and he whimpered at the sight. he shut his eyes for a few seconds, letting out an unsteady breath.

he immediately brought his mouth over to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses around your tits but never touching your nipples.

you gasped at a sudden intruding but pleasurable feeling.

he finally stuck two fingers in you, and placed his mouth on your right tit. sucking it, running his tongue all over it as he kept a nice pace on your cunt.

"fuck!" you arched your back, shutting your eyes.

he continued this, switching from left to right but never moving his hand from your pussy.

"heeseung! heeseung, baby-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "im gonna c-cum, please baby." you tangled a hand into his hair, pushing him further into your chest. if that was even possible.

trembling thighs shut themself around his hand as you knocked your head back onto the pillows, moaning loudly as your orgasm hit you.

he groaned against your chest, trapped still by you in every way.

finally, he lifted his head from your chest, moving his fingers out of your cunt.

he looked you right in the eyes as he brought them to his mouth. groaning at the taste of you.

everything he was doing, these were the things he dreamed of doing to you.

still dazed, he doesn't even realize your hands cupping his clothed cock. his body jerks at your touch, a gasp leaving him.

"hee, can you take it off?" you asked shyly, hand still groping him.

he let out a shaky breath, nodding his head as he quickly tugged them down. throwing them somewhere on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

your eyes widened, you never realized he was this big. if anything, you never really thought about his dick size despite the many fantasies you'd have about him pounding into you, making you go dumb.

you spit into your hand, stroking his cock slowly. you had to get a feel for it, you needed to know how he looked and felt. you needed to.

he moans at the contact, his hands balling into fists. if he didn't know any better, he would have shoved himself down your throat already. but no.

he had to be patient.

it wasn't until you kitten licked his tip that he gently pulled you off him.

"no." he breathed out. "fuck- no, im sorry baby." he says a bit kinder this time.

"i-if im gonna cum, i need it to be in you. I don't wanna cum anywhere else. nowhere else besides that cute cunt. okay?" he pushed you by the shoulder back to laying down.

his hands were shaking. because of nerves, impatientness, excitement. he didn't know.

before he lined himself up, he leaned down to your face. pressing his lips against yours.

his cock brushed against your entrance. he moaned at the feeling.

"oh, y/n." his brows furrowed, he almost looked like he was in pain, in the hottest way ever. "oh, baby, you have no idea. do y'know the amount of times i've had to get myself away from you? because if i didn't, i think i would’ve fucked you one too many times." he chuckles airily.

his tip teases you. "i can't even count how many nights i'd stay up, tugging at my fucking dick to the thought of you." he eases himself in, slowly.

"i'd get fucking hard at anything you do. it's so embarrassing, baby."

hes halfway in, biting back a groan.

"fuck, and when we would make out? the way you'd moan and whine into my mouth had me nearly creaming my pants."

he bottoms out now, throwing his head as his grip on your hips becomes bruising. but in the best way possible.

everything he was telling you had your eyes shutting tight and rolling back.

you never knew any of this. you never would've expected it.

he starts thrusting now, hips strained as he tries his best to go at an even pace.

"and f-for you to think i don't find you hot? or attractive? fuck, that i dont wanna have sex with y-you?" he whines quietly at the end, his hips speeding a bit.

"that made me feel like shit. the last thing i want is for you to think i don't want you." his thrusts kept the same pace but roughened up. slamming into you every so often.

"heeseung." you whimper. "heeseung, i'm sorry, im sorry, i should’ve t-told you." your eyes were getting watery, everything was getting to you.

the pleasure, the pain, the emotion.

he presses a kiss to your jaw. "shh, no, baby. don't be, okay?"

his grabs your hips closer to his now, quieting down as hes focusing on fucking into you, plummeting his hips as you scratched at the back of his shoulders.

you felt yourself get close, pleasureable tears pricking at your eyes.

you squeezed them shut, throwing your head back.

"y/n-" he breathes in deeply, "look at me, baby. c-can you look at me? i wanna-, fuck, i need to have your eyes on me." he groans, bringing a hand to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as he moves it to face him. "I need to see you."

you moan at the feeling of his hands on you, your legs locking behind his back.

"c-cum." you softly whine out.

"what?" he's out of breath, sweat dripping from his temples. "cum. c-cum in me, hee, please. d-don't pull out."

fuck, you might actually kill him.

"you want me to cum in you?" he may have been talking to you, but you knew he was repeating the question to himself.

you nodded your head, bringing a hand to cup his left cheek. "mhm, baby, I love you. s-so much." your voice was shaky when you let out the words. and he felt weak from them alone.

your warm cunt, your beautiful sounds, your pretty face.

it was all you, you, you.

you were always in his mind. you never left it, to be honest.

"f-fuck! baby, I'm gonna cum." he moaned out, "cum with me, okay? please baby, I need to feel you cum with me..." heeseung kept rambling filthy nonsense into your ears, his whiny voice only bringing you closer.

and it wasn't until heeseung was whimpering out a pathetic repetitive mantra of I love you's that he finally came, with you following him.

he dropped his head onto your shoulder, broken sobs leaving his throat despite not a tear falling from his eyes.

it just felt that good to finally have you.

slowly, he pulled out of you. his sticky cum falling out of you a little bit. he groaned at the sight before flopping onto the bed beside you.

the two of you stayed quiet for a bit. catching your breath.

heeseung ran both his hands in his hair, moving it out of his face. you were stuck in your spot, too used up in the best way. too tired to move.

he turned his body sideways to face you.

"I was serious, y/n. I love you. and I'm so fucking sorry for making you feel that way. its never been like that. ever. I promise you, baby."

you smiled, reaching a hand out to rest on his face.

"it's okay. i'm just glad we were able to get through it."

heeseung nuzzled into your touch, breath coming out a bit shaky at your touch. he loved it, he loved the warmth that came with it. he loved it all.

heeseung stood up, grabbing his boxers off the floor as he walked out the room. saying how he was going to get you two some water and something to eat.

when he came back a few minutes later, he had more than just the food.

he had the shopping bag. the one that was full of your newly bought lingerie.

he tossed the bag on the bed by your feet.

"I'm gonna need to see these on you again so I can give you my real opinion."

you giggled, grabbing the glass of water he handed you.

"you sure you won't get all nervous again?"

****

extra notes: so like half way into this i realized someone posted a fic with a really similar plot, i promise im not copying or anything and i tried to contact the writer but her account is down :\

again, full respect to her and her work and i did NOT plagerize. hope u enjoyed the fic :) ♡

[augustjustice]

(Inspired by the fact I just saw that Chocolate Guy video where Tony Hawk shows up at the end.)

Normal Guy Steve AU this, Famous Steve AU that...

What about Just Some Guy Famous Actor Steve Harrington AU?

After the teens leave Hawkins, Corroded Coffin really starting to make it big and Steve following them out to LA when they get a record deal, he finds himself sort of stumbling into an acting career. I mean, that's what all his co-workers at the gay bar are doing, trying to get their big break, so why not? Steve's certainly picked up enough theatrics between drama kid Robin and theater kid drop out Eddie that it can't be that hard, right? It'll be fun for a good laugh afterwards, at least.

Steve knocks his first audition out of the park, and a few 90s rom-coms and slicked up action movies later, he's officially a Hollywood heartthrob. He and Eddie make for quite the celebrity couple, once they're able to officially come out in the early part of the 2000s (still a very bold move for the time, and one they're equally as known for as their respective careers).

Once he and Eddie settle down, get married in one of the few states that will allow it and have a couple kids, Steve take a step back from his career to focus on raising them. After all, his real dream has always been him and Eddie and some munchkins in the back of an RV for the summer, and he's not about to miss out on that now that he finally has it. He still picks up some roles, sure, but they're mostly more character driven stuff, bit parts in shows he enjoys or smaller indie driven films.

But the funny thing is, that after that point, whenever they're out in public...nobody ever recognizes Steve.

It's not even like he looks that different. He's just exuding such normal, middle aged Dad™ energy with his glasses and his sweater sets that no one puts the pieces together.

This leads to a lot of conversations like this-

TSA agent: Wow, Steven Harrington, huh? Just like that big movie star from back in the day!

Steve: Exactly like that.

TSA agent: I haven't seen him in anything in a minute. Wonder what that guy is up to now?

Steve: ...This, probably.

Steve finds this absolutely hilarious, even more so because it completely outrages Eddie.

"What the hell, man?" Eddie demands as they board the plane--holding off on making a scene until now that it's just the two of them. "How could he not recognize you? How? What, has that pleb never seen a movie in his entire life?"

"I don't know, Eds, maybe I just have one of those forgettable faces," Steve teases, as always enjoying seeing Eddie pissed off enough he drops into sheer high school levels of tirade. Pleb, even.

"...Stevie, my love, my light, you have the most beautiful face since Aphrodite. More, probably," Eddie knows his Greek mythology, he remembers what happened to Paris, but the gods can just try it. He said what he said, and he meant it. "That guy clearly needs to get his eyes checked."

[sunnyware-inc]

☆ Sending SDV spouses a divorce card as a joke ☆

☆ ft: Maru, Shane, Leah, Harvey, Haley ☆

☆ You're married in this scenario, GN reader ☆

☆ Inspired by these cards I found at Sainsbury's ☆

Maru

Hope you're ready to stay on your toes, you just started a prank war with a rocket scientist. As soon as she spotted the card on the table, she'd started planning up new inventions to retaliate with. Your reactions would be priceless, she couldn't wait to show off her ideas.

First was the 'animal translator' she attached to your cat that kept talking about world domination. You both laughed at that. The fridge being modified to say your name when you were alone in the kitchen was less funny. The TV only being able to play Real Housewives of Zuzu even less so. But she laughed through it all, even when you fumed at the robot stealing your keys.

A month later, when the can you'd thrown in the bin was spat back at you, you finally had to put your foot down. She was sat in her room, soot on her face as she tinkered away at another invention that was suspiciously you shaped. You had to clear your throat to draw her focus from programming its dance function. The way her eyes lit up, when you saw it almost made you reconsider, it was always amazing to see her creativity. But then it started singing and you had to call it off. A prank war just wasn't fair when one of you was a genius inventor.

To her credit, Maru immediately realised how far she'd taken it and apologised for the next day. It was just so much fun to see you respond to her creations, she'd got carried away. But she vowed that her creations would only make you happy from now on. She kept the dancing robot though.

Shane

It was a joke, right? Right? He's pretty sure it was a joke. If it was, very funny. And it's definitely not a secret hint that he's fucking it up, because you'd tell him if he was fucking it up. But what if you had told him and he wasn't listening? Or you wanted to but you didn't want to hurt his feelings? For some reason, you cared about those a lot. Fuck, has he done anything wrong lately? He was a bit grumpy a few days ago, was definitely harsher than he'd meant to be. He apologised, but was that enough? You didn't deserve that, he didn't deserve your patience, didn't deserve you.

Fine, maybe he had spiralled just a bit. He still managed a laugh when you got home, but you noticed that his smile didn't reach his eyes, how his voice wavered. So you firmly grabbed his face and shook it lightly, assuring him that you'd never want a divorce.

Only then did he start genuinely laughing, cupping your hands on his cheeks with his own. Because it was funny, the way you were shaking his head like you could dislodge his doubts. Maybe they were a bit too stubborn for that, but the fact you were trying at all reminded him that you were just as stubborn.

Leah

Her first response to reading the card addressed to her on the table was to laugh. Oh, you're divorced now? Well if you say so. She teased you all day, constantly turning away from you.

"Don't mind me, just packing up. Since I don't live here anymore."

"Why are you asking what I want to eat? We're divorced now, remember?"

"Sorry, this is my bed. This space here would be for a spouse, if I still had one."

You're begging for forgiveness by the time it's evening, finally cracking her up enough to drop the act. Still smirking, she grabbed your arm and pulled you back into bed. As you settled down, her arm dropped over you as she muttered something about what you two would do if you were actually splitting up, before concluding that it'll never happen.

Harvey

He doesn't know what to make of it at first. Was it a joke? He didn't think getting divorced was very funny. And if you were, he definitely wouldn't be getting a 'Single and Ready to Mingle' card about it.

When he needed relationship advice, he'd normally resorted to asking for help. Firstly from Maru, but she wasn't working today. So his next choice was his aerobics class. Which might've been a mistake, since they seemed to be less attuned to your sense of humour than he was.

Marnie was telling him to think back on everything he's done in the past month because this was a passive aggressive hint. Jodi warned him to spend more time with you, you clearly wanted more attention. Pam insisted that this meant you were secretly a heartless bastard all along, though he tried to defend your character.

His final option for advice was you, which was a bit embarrassing until he remembered that you've seen each other naked so this can't be too bad. He still didn't quite understand why it was funny, but he still hung onto the card, a little token of your humour.

Haley

She rolled her eyes when she read inside the card, "Goodbye forever" with a little broken heart. You think this is funny? You're not laughing when your little joke is pinned on the town's notice board for everyone to tut at. She knew because she was watching for when you'd pass by, camera at the ready in case you made a stupid face.

And she wasn't disappointed, your pure confusion at why Evelyn was telling you to sort out your marital spats maturely was only trumped by how quickly your face fell when you read 'No Marriage No Problems' next to the town calendar. The photo of your tomato blush and widened eyes was perfect to embarrass you with later.

Don't worry, she eventually stepped in when Mayor Lewis tried to reprimand you for inappropriate use of public property, taking the blame herself. She also made it up to you by pinning the photo of you completely red in the face in the privacy of your own home instead of for the whole town to see. This way, your adorably flustered face is for her eyes only.

[lurkerdemon]

Continuing this, but an Attempt at Stephanie Brown flavor

I do not know why my brain seems to work best in bullet point format, but here we are.

Anyway, this is once again based on @brucedefender4eva's posts.

Check out their stuff!: part 1, part 2, part 3

Bruce walks into the kitchen to get a snack, scanning documents on a tablet in his other hand.

When he closes the door, he finds Stephanie sitting at the counter.

Just, staring. Intensely.

"Stephanie. Want anything?"

She gives a soft hum in response, holding up some tea and nodding towards a plate of sandwiches.

Alfred's hospitality proved, as ever, to be as omnipresent as he is.

Bruce nods in turn, and starts to leave.

"Hey B?"

He stops and turns to her.

“Sit with me?”

He gives an owlish blink in response.

She shrugs and takes a carefully quiet sip of tea.

Bruce scans her expression for a few minutes before taking a seat across from her.

The two lapse into silence with their respective food.

Bruce chooses to continue reading on his tablet, trying to focus on the words.

He knows the middle-distance stare she's giving isn't really at him right now.

A passing thought wonders if there's something she's waiting on.

Something he should know.

He doesn't think so.

So he’s happy to enjoy her presence.

(Things have finally been normal for the past few days.)

(Or normal enough.)

(Jason, Dick, and Tim aren't staying at the manor for now.)

(And Damian has been spending more time at the barn.)

(He sees everyone orbit, pausing whenever one of them is alone with him.)

(He gives them space. Gives them time.)

(He knows some of them have had their friends drop by the city.)

(Or his children have been visiting each other.)

(He's already checked that there's no larger cases going on.)

(They'll talk to him if they need him.)

- _ - _ - _ -

(Stephanie Brown has never had much luck with “Dads”.)

(It'll happen when yours is a third rate villain.)

(Who also tried to kill and betray you a couple times.)

Stephanie finishes a sandwich.

Deep breath.

In.

Out.

“B?”

Bruce reacts immediately. 

Setting aside his tablet, hands fisted gently on the table, and giving his full attention.

“Am I your daughter?”

He tilts his head, a moment of confusion while he looks through her expression again.

Another moment of worry.

But finally settling on some sort of understanding, with the tiny upward quirk at the edge of his lips.

“Your mother is a lovely person Stephanie, but I think Leslie’s medical examinations would have answered that one.”

She snorts, and lets herself enjoy a tiny smile.

(So yeah, the track record for good old Stephanie Brown has been rough.)

(And Bruce hasn’t been perfect either.)

(It was better with him for a bit at the start.)

(Then things got messy, again.)

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Bruce gives a small smile of his own.

Waiting. Patient.

“To you, I mean. You’d say I’m just like everyone else?”

She sees the words sink into him.

A saddened weight to his gaze that makes her own body feel heavy.

Her gaze slides to his hands.

(That’s vigilante life though.)

(Equal parts amazing aaaand awful.)

(But it’s how she got Cass, Barbara, Tim, Damian, Jason.) 

(Everyone.)

“Of course Stephanie. You're always welcome here.”

She nods, and breathes again.

“So we’re family, yeah?”

The silence stretches a second.

She sees the momentary grip of his fists.

And the weight goes into her stomach, and begins to crawl.

(And Bruce isn’t her Dad.)

(And that’s fine.)

(She didn’t need another one.)

(But he’s been there for her.)

“Stephanie, I appreciate and love all of you. And you’re included in that too. I’m sorry for how long it took to get there, but I will always consider you as family.”

She feels her eyes mist over.

And gives a wet chuckle.

His voice is soft and reassuring.

But she’s not dumb.

She hears the carefully crafted blind spot.

(Bruce isn’t her Dad.)

(But they're a weird family to start with.)

(She’s something to him.)

(He’s something to her.)

(She thought they both understood that.)

“Bruce.”

Another twitch in the hands.

“You know I think you’re my family too, right?”

His fingers dig into his palms.

And Steph finally looks back at his face.

The carefully neutral expression except for the thin line of his mouth.

(Her whole life has been a pretty big mess.)

(This was no different.)

(But at the end of the day they’re family.)

(Right?)

“...You said I’m not your father. And that’s fine. I understand why no one would choose me.”

Up. Up. Up the weight climbs to her throat.

Choking.

“I’m just happy you all have each other.”

She feels the hitch of her breath fighting to break out.

Some ugly thing mixing between anger and grief.

She hates it.

Hates how he can say that and smile.

- - - - - -

Here's how I envision Bruce with my initial bracketed description:

Bruce: “My children sometimes seem to want to talk to me but rather not be in my presence.”

Bruce: “Finally a return to something I know.”

Meanwhile cut to the rest of the Batkids actively having various discussions, arguments, and breakdowns requiring moral support while trying to figure out what the hell to do.

Anyway,

The bullet points. They call to me like a siren. Not a completely proper format for writing the equivalent of a short fic maybe? But here we are.

Hope that I am once again not butchering anything characterization wise or such too much. Feel free for anyone who sees this to give constructive criticism.

I especially know that the realm of Stephanie Brown lore is one where I do not know what kind of intricacies I could be missing from my more broad strokes knowledge. (Character wiki research only gives so much :{ )

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc part 2 !! (4362 words)

"Jess! There you are!" Bridget smiled brightly at the woman, who looked up from her teacup, the swirling liquid moved up and down and splattered everywhere, only to return to the cup and it'll start all over again.

"Bridget, hi!" She grinned at her, and she sat down next to her at the tea shop's table, the Hatter throwing a tea cup over, landing in front of her with the bubbling pink liquid inside.

"Thank you Hatter." She smiled and waved at the man, who grinned back and continued playing cards with the others.

"So, how did the date go?" Bridget let out a soft groan, bringing the tea to her lips and taking a sip before answering.

"Awful, that man was not like what they said he was." Jess held back her laugh, hiding it behind her hand, but she saw, and slapped her shoulder.

"Shut it! My failed romantic ventures are not for your entertainment!" Jess let out her laughs openly now, the woman next to her leaned back to cross her arms, huffing.

"As if your love life is so full, you have never even had a boyfriend! You have to get out there and stop lounging around the castle every day!" The cup's contents almost tipped out of it, Jess' sudden movement of her hand which held the cup nearly spilling the tea out.

She looked down at the movement of the tea, slowly letting her words sink in.

She didn't know.

Obviously! If she didn't know about her liking women, then she obviously wouldn't be taken seriously when she flirted with her! Obviously that must be what's going on!

"I don't even like men, why would I need to force myself to be around one." The hatter threw a tea plate at her, she caught it and threw it back, but when she turned to Bridget, she looked at her with wide eyes.

"I'm so proud of you for telling me! Oh my god how long have you known-?" She hugged her over the armrests, tightening her arms around her.

"Bridget-? Bridget, I already told you this.... Like a few decades ago." The queen pulled away, her lips falling into an O shape, her brows furrowed.

"You did?" Jess sighed, rubbing her forehead.

-

"And how's it going with the pirate lady?" Jess grinned at Audrey, who rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Uma's doing perfectly fine, now why did you visit me?" Setting down her bag on the cabinet, Jess walked into the professor's office, sitting down on her couch.

"Just asking how Red's doing." Audrey sighed, she should've known.

"Red is doing pretty well, actually, besides attempting to talk to several flowers and other inanimate objects." She sat down at her desk once more, picking up her pen to start her grading process again.

"Why are you at Audrey's when asking about my students?" Uma spoke up, having slipped in.

"Because I don't trust you and your slippery-."

"Why do you have so many pictures of your wife in your wallet?" Her head snapped around, staring at the sea witch that had one hand still rummaging through her bag, the other holding up her wallet and shifting through her coupons and different cards, also the pictures that were in between the coupons.

"Uhhhhh, because she's pretty, duh." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and settling back down on the couch, kicking her feet up on the table as Uma hopped over the back to sit next to her with her bag and wallet in her hand.

"Ha! Good picture." She held up a polaroid, which looked a bit old, and was of Bridget back in their own high school days.

It was of her in her little kitchen in her dorm, whisking something in a bowl and looking into the camera with a grin.

"I know right, she's such a cutie-!"

"Why are you both here." Audrey leaned her head on her hand, looking at the two women who were being oddly familiar for having just met.

"Oh! Right! I told Bridget I'm on a date." Uma let out a hum, as if this was completely normal, flipping through the photos and searching for a coupon she wanted.

Audrey, however, did see what was wrong with that.

"Then why are you here." She already knew why, Jess was surprisingly often found hanging around somewhere in Auradon, wether it be in Cinderellaburg or AP.

"'Cause I lied."

"You just can't pull any bitches." Uma got a book thrown at her by Audrey, who glared at her.

"What does that mean?" Jess frowned, looking over at Audrey, who would actually answer her instead of laughing in her face like Uma was doing right now.

"That you don't attract any women." The slap that echoed through the room almost slipped into the hallway, Uma glaring at Jess, who held up her claws to her face threateningly.

"I do get bitches!"

"And she's already adapted to using it! Amazing, thank you Uma for your contribution to society." Audrey seemed so over it, looking at the two who were on the verge of fighting.

-

"Hey! Where's your wife?" Uma approached the Queen of Wonderland after one of the teacher conferences, the woman chuckled at her words, shooting her a smile.

"Jess wasn't available... for once." She started walking towards Red's dorm, Uma joining her.

"Seems unbelievable, you sure she's not vandalising the school here?" Bridget was about to disagree, when they opened the door to the dorm and caught Red and Jess exchanging spray paint.

"And what might be going on here?" Jess stared with wide eyes for less than a second before she threw the cans away and approached Bridget with a flirty smirk.

"You look amazing today! Every day! Would you like to get a cup of tea with me sometime?" Instead of following in Jess' footsteps and throwing away the evidence, Red froze up and tried jumping out of the window with the cans.

"Red, don't jump out of the window!" Uma threateningly pointed at the girl, who looked back, much like a cat who got caught doing something and fleeing, but being stopped.

"Where did you two ditch Chloe?" Bridget smiled back at Jess, who had stopped close to her face and was holding her hands, leaning closer over them.

"Mh? Chloe? We don't know a Chloe?" Red quickly nodded along, slowly getting off of the ledge, but ready to jump.

"Mh, what a shame, if we don't know her then we can't invite them to dinner!" She was being dramatic, but she could never measure up to how dramatic Jess could be.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Jess mimicked the woman in front of her, smiling innocently as she got a eye roll.

"Don't try me Jess, I'm here for the parent conferences, which I invited you to and you declined." The smirk on Jess face gave her a whole essay about her answer, not that she needed one, she already know what happened when she saw the two with spray paint.

"And I'm here for that too! Right Red?" She gestured for her to join her, and she did so reluctantly, the two wrapped their arms around the other's shoulder, both grinning widely at Bridget, Uma rolling her eyes before she left.

"Oh of course you are. Now Red, I'm here to celebrate how much your grades have spiked! Is it because of Chloe? I knew she was a good influence, I should restrict your access to Jess even more!" She joked, gleefully clasping her hands together, a happy smile on her face as she looked at her daughter.

"Uh- yeah, Chloe's been helping me with my homework and studying." Letting go of Jess, who was acting like she was extremely offended by Bridget's words.

"And I'm suddenly influencing her?!"

-

"Bridget!" She had gone right back to bursting through her doors after a day or two, which Bridget somehow hadn't expected when the woman had walked in on her and the man.

"Go away Jess." She groaned, pulling her sheets up and hiding her face away in a pillow, hearing Jess taking off her boots and approach the bed.

Bridget looked up, like always, and sees Jess hanging over her face with an expectant grin, like always.

"Hello there miss royal empress." The cat got dragged into the bed, Bridget grabbing onto her shirt and pulling her under the sheets.

"It's 6 in the morning sweets, I'm not getting up now." Jess wrapped her arms around her, like always, and got comfortable.

"Red takes so much after you, it's crazy." She heard her giggle before she hugged her waist, cuddling closer to try get back to sleep.

"Shut up, sweetheart, and let me sleep." She could feel the rumble of her hum in her chest, and closed her eyes as Jess ran her nails carefully along her spine.

-

"Bridget, Darling, wake up." Jess almost got slapped in the face by a stray hand, which reached out to find whatever disrupted her sleep.

"No."

"It's 10, you have your royal duties to do, also, the Charming's are coming over with Audrey, you remember inviting them, right?" She groaned, Jess slowly helped her sit up, her blanket sliding off of her torso and bunching up around her waist.

Her eyes were half closed, tilting her head to look over at Jess, her hair crumpled up and tangled by sleep and Jess' hands running through it.

"What?" Locking eyes with her, Bridget leaned against her and closed her eyes to fall asleep again.

"Oh no! We're not doing that! Up we go!" Jess forced her to sit up straight, standing up from the bed and picking her up.

"You gave Red all the wrong parts." She complained, having to hold her up as she thought about what she wanted to wear today.

"Should I wear a dress or trousers today?" Looking up at Jess, Bridget genuinely thought that the woman who wore basically the same thing every day could help her.

"I'm going to drop you if you don't stop asking me that." Bridget wrapped one arm around her neck to ensure she wouldn't actually do that, but continued scanning through her closet.

"Go over there for me?" She pointed deeper into the walk in closet, Jess complied, grumbling under her breath about how this was peer pressure.

"Trousers it is!" The exclamation, along with her hopping out of Jess' arms and grabbing onto a blouse, was enough to startle the woman holding onto her and let her stumble back.

"How nice of you to give me a heads up." Sitting down in the chair next to the full body mirror, she watched as Bridget rolled her eyes and gathered her clothing for the day.

"I'm always nice!" She leaned down to boop her nose, which she scrunched up in annoyance.

"If that's what you say...." Her words were ignored, Jess wanted to glare at the woman who was pulling off her sleeping gown in front of her, but it was Bridget, she could never do anything to harm her, even with something as minor as how she looks at her.

"This?" Bridget twirled, looking at herself in the mirror before looking over at Jess, who shrugged.

"You should add either copper or silver." She looked over the outfit, pale pink blouse, red trousers, brown loafers.

"You're right! Should I change for tonight or not?" Jess rolled her eyes, standing up from the chair and walking over to Bridget, who was looking through her jewellery, and wrapped her arms around her waist, placing her chin on her shoulder to look with her.

"I don't really care about that, you should wear that one!"

-

"How did you guys propose?" Audrey asked during dinner, Ella let out a chuckle as she looked over at her husband, the both of them were slightly surprised by Audrey's presence, but seeing as with Red's presence at AP, she'd grown closer to Audrey. -the both of them had a girlfriend/friend who was morally grey-

"Oh it was so romantic-." Audrey did not want to see disrespectful, but hearing Chloe's groan, she knew she wasn't overstepping.

"I'm sorry- but I was asking Bridget and Jess, it seems like the story of you two is familiar." She let out a chuckle to ease the nerves she felt when she interrupted them, and when she heard Chloe's relieved sigh, she knew she did a community service.

"Oh- I just assumed, since-." Ella got interrupted again, Audrey send her an apologetic look when Bridget's confused, high pitched voice cut through her words.

"What?" She seemed genuinely confused, but also slightly panicked, as if she had gotten caught for something.

Jess glanced at her, also confused, why did she sound so... nervous, like a deep dark secret just got outed into the fresh, stabbing cold air.

"Well- since, you know, you're married?" Audrey didn't sound so sure now, Uma and her had thought they had been married for ages, decades maybe.

"I thought you guys were kidding." Jess laughed, and Bridget tried to join, the tension in the room became visible to the eye, specifically, the eye contact that Bridget tried to hold, and Jess desperately avoided.

If she looked into her eyes now, she would not only betray herself, but she would betray Bridget, and nothing was worse than betraying Bridget.

The worst thing was, she would betray herself, using such a simple thing, her eyes.

Her eyes would look at her, her deep dark brown eyes would burn through her brain, invest her thoughts, and hold her soul captive in their iron grasp.

She would see all the pent up love for her, all the love held back by a singular tread that unravelled a bit more every time she as much as looked at Bridget, even just the back of her head, anything of bridget.

It would strengthen in moments like these, the most vulnerable moments turned into her strongest, the tread became stronger every second, even though it would break the second she even got a singular glimpse of her skin.

"We thought you guys had been married for ages!" Audrey laughed, and her attempt to break the tension that seemed to physically injure Jess, who had been staring at her intensely to stop this conversation.

"You do not know how common that is! So many people think they're married it's getting funny!" Ella smiled, Christopher let out a loud laugh as he thought about all the times this has happened.

"Is it really?" Bridget's voice wasn't as high pitched now, probably because her nervousness had died down, but it seemed unnaturally controlled.

"Bridget.... Did you not know?" Jess seemed nervous now, and even though the most vulnerable moment had passed for her, and she was able to look the love of her life in the eyes, and she almost broke down right then and there, the eyes looking back at her weren't filled with love and happiness, like usual, but more with something eerily similar to fear.

"Why yes I did know! Shall we move to another room for a cup of tea?" Everyone could see that that wasn't the truth, they knew that something had changed, but they left it for later, in hopes of making it better for Jess later on.

They knew, the moment they left, that she would show up at one of their doors the very next morning.

-

And they were right.

They were never this terrified to be right.

They didn't want to be right, they wished, prayed, even begged whatever gods above, that they would not find that sad, sad cat on their doorstep that morning.

When Ella woke up, she shot yet another prayer up to the clouds, and got ready for the day.

She walked down to the foyer, still silently praying that she wouldn't hear that doomed knocking, and she let out a sigh of relief when she exited that room, the tension fell from her shoulders and-

Knock

That could be the wind lifting the knocker, it was looking like it was about to storm so-

Knock knock knock

She let out a sigh, clearly, she couldn't avoid this.

Her footsteps echoed through the foyer, her heels clinking against the marble floor, stopping in front of the huge wooden doors, her hands on the silver rings that helped opening them.

She let out a deep breath of air, trying to replace all of the air in her lungs before she opened the doors, only one of them, and only a crack, just enough for the woman to slip in, drenched in the rain she despised oh so much.

"Jess...." Ella whispered, the woman looked up at her, eyes bright red, her hands partially turned into claws, the sharpest they have ever been, and she looked miserable.

The cat -who was devout on avoiding rain and all water sources- was drenched to the bone, her hair clinging to her face, the jacket clinging to her arms, her shoes created little puddles on the white marble.

"She really isn't-." The sob that escaped from her cold and blue lips was heart breaking, and Ella had never in her life called for the servants more urgently.

She didn't want to have servants, but Chris told her they needed them, the castle was big, and they needed at least cleaners, and with that, came butlers.

"Yes my lady?" The butler appeared at her side, and Ella quickly turned to him, helping Jess stand and starting to walk towards the stairs.

"Get me two towels and a bucket of water, and wake up Chris." The man nodded, rushing away as Jess tried shoving Ella off.

"No! Don't touch me! I'm fucking disgusting and stupid and a fucking perv." Ella wanted to roll her eyes, but instead she grabbed her wrist, one arm around her waist and dragging her up the stairs.

"She didn't say that Jess, she would never say that, no matter how angry or sad she is." Ella didn't want to believe that Bridget would say that, not only that, she knew she would never say that.

"She implied it." The claws nearly scratched Ella's hands open, accidentally grazing her hand.

"No she didn't." She had finally gotten her to one of the spare rooms, where the butler was waiting for them with the bucket of hot water and two towels.

"You're going to shower, change into this, and get into the bed." Jess didn't put up her usual fight, instead she simply nodded, seemingly soulless, nothing behind her eyes, she seemed to have given up.

-

"I don't even know what it is, she's totally out of it." Chloe walked into the dining room, stopping in her tracks when she saw her parent's fallen faces.

"What's wrong?"

"Jess came over this morning, she's asleep right now." The girl frowned a bit, but sat down at the table nonetheless.

"Why is she here? Does it have something to do with last night?" As her mom nodded, her phone rang, and she quickly checked the light blue device.

"Can I-? It's red." She clarified, looking over at her parents, who shared a glance before nodding, and Chloe stood up to take the call in the hallway.

"Wow, you can tell how much she trusts us." Chris joked, Ella slapped his arm with an eyeroll, momentarily forgetting about the situation.

"We were like that too."

"Is Jess with you guys?"

"Hello to you too ma chérie, how have you slept?" Chloe leaned back against the wall, smiling to herself.

"Answer me rosa mea, it's important." Her voice was urgent, and Chloe felt herself get nervous about what was going on, maybe even slightly frightened.

"Jess is here, mom told me she's asleep right now."

"Thank god, she's not dead." Red's sigh rang through her head, making her think that there was something else going on.

"Why? What's wrong with her?" The silence that followed made her even more nervous, and Red let out a shaky breath, along with some stumbling.

"My mom was... yelling? It wasn't really yelling, more like a nervous high pitched voice, like a cornered animal or something, I don't know. But she was not happy, it was more sad than mad, but Jess walked into her room, tried to, but it was locked, so obviously she comes over to me first, waking me up, which I found highly offensive by the way, but she asked me if I had a key to my mom's room, not her quarters, and I didn't because she doesn't lock her room, so I told her that, and Jess sighed and was like 'right, so I was right.' , and then she teleported away! I went to my mom's room because obviously, but when I got there the room was unlocked, and mom was sitting on her bed bawling her eyes out! So I asked why, and then she just looked at me with some kind of soulless eyes and told me Jess won't be around for a bit, so I'm just like 'she's dead?!' And my mom responds with 'no! No she's not dead but she's just not here' then I was thrown out!" Red took a deep breath, and Chloe could hear the soft sob that left her lips, even though she covered the mic.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but we need to ask Jess about it, because my mom won't be telling me shit." Chloe frowned, looking down the hall towards the stairs.

"We could ask right now, my parents are having breakfast.

-

"Jess! Jessie!" Chloe shook Jess awake, and the cat let out a soft hiss, pulling the covers up and glaring at Chloe, her slitted eyes getting smaller and smaller until it was as thin as a piece of paper.

"What." She held up her hands, even though she had expected a reaction, this one kind of shocked her.

"Could you go get Red?" With how fast Jess pushed herself to the farthest corner of the bed away from her.

"Into Wonderland?"

".... Yeah? Your homeland? Where Red lives?" Jess clutched her blanket, her nails ripping through the fabric as her eyes widened.

"I can't go to Wonderland, I'm not allowed." Chloe could not understand how Jess -banned from several countries and still goes there- Cheshire cared about being banned from her own homeland, she couldn't understand how someone that could teleport wasn't able to just go under the radar.

"You're... not allowed? Did Bridget ban you or something?" Her body froze up when she said her name.

"I- I can't." Chloe got even more confused by that.

"Please just go and pick up Red, she's asking me if she can come here to see you!" Even in her confusion, she knows that if she just asks, Jess would maybe do it.

"Red?"

"Yes!" Chloe sighed, watching as Jess disappeared into nothing, appearing behind Chloe with Red in her arms, setting her down and falling down into a chair.

"Can you two leave now?" The girlfriends looked at each other, and Red's eyes moved over to Jess, inspecting her state.

She looked like she's been through multiple mid life crisises, all at once, and getting answers to all her questions at the same time.

"What did you and mom talk about J?" Jess pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around them, and just stared back.

"Her being spun the web of my existence." What?

"What does that mean?" Chloe asked Red, who was staring right back at the woman, whose skin was slowly turning bright pink and purple.

"Why is she turning pink?!" She stressed, trying to get answers from Red, who was still in a staring contest with Jess.

"She's the Cheshire cat, she is always purple and pink." Red spoke as if it was completely normal information, and stepped closer to Jess, grabbing ahold of her hand.

"That makes no sense!" She was ignored, the two Wonderlandians were stuck in a staring contest, Jess' eyes filling up with tears.

-

"Mom?" Red called out to Bridget, who was staring lifelessly at the wall, not even responding to her daughter.

"Mom? Have you talked to Jess?" The Queen's head snapped over to Red at the name, and she searched behind her with some kind of excitement, but they landed back on Red with some kind of disappointment in them, she was so familiar with that, it almost made her flinch back into how she was before the time travel, before she got used to how different her mom is.

"Not really... why? Is she back?" It was heartbreaking seeing her mom like this… so sad about a woman who had given her all to her, Red felt as if her mom really wasn’t allowed to be sad, she hurt Jess so much, but, it’s her mom.

“No, she’s with Chloe’s parents, what happened?” She wasn’t really expecting an answer.

“We-.” She cleared her throat. “We had a discussion, and- and I told her that us being too close brought up the suspicion of us being in a relationship, and that she needed to do more to squash the suspicion.” Red arched an eyebrow, her mom -who did nothing to try squash the rumours- was asking Jess to do it?

“But you didn’t say anything either?”

“And that’s the issue I’m facing currently.” Bridget nodded, staring down at her hands with a frown tugging at her lips.

“I might’ve been a tad bit hypocritical with her, and I might’ve chased her off for an extended amount of time.”

[charlesollielandooscararthur]

The Journey Begins

Summary:After months of trying, disappointment, and unwavering support from Lewis, you finally saw two pink lines.

The excitement of planning had settled into something deeper—a quiet anticipation that filled your home with a warmth neither of you had quite experienced before.

And now? Now it was time to try.

You weren't sure when the nerves had crept in, but they were there—lingering in the back of your mind even as Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

"You okay, love?" he murmured, his voice gentle.

You exhaled, leaning back into his chest. "Yeah... just feels kinda real now, you know?"

He hummed in agreement, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your skin. "It is real. But it's us, y/n. We've got this."

You smiled at that, turning in his arms so you could look up at him. "You really think so?"

His brown eyes softened, full of nothing but love. "I know so."

—

The first couple of months were filled with excitement, nervous laughter, and an overwhelming amount of Googling.

"How long does it take to get pregnant?" "Early pregnancy signs?" "Can stress affect fertility?"

Lewis caught you one night, lying on the couch with Ace curled up beside you, scrolling again.

He plucked your phone right out of your hands. "Alright, that's enough research for today."

"Hey!" You reached for it, but he held it out of reach, grinning.

"Nope. You're gonna drive yourself crazy." He tucked the phone in his pocket and pulled you against him instead. "We're doing this together, remember? No stressing yourself out."

You sighed but melted into him anyway. "I just want everything to be perfect."

His lips brushed against your forehead. "It already is. No matter how long it takes, it'll happen when it's meant to."

You huffed. "You're being too rational about this."

He laughed. "One of us has to be."

You rolled your eyes but snuggled closer. "Fine. But if I do get pregnant, I'm making you go on all my cravings runs. No complaints."

Lewis grinned. "Deal."

—

Two months passed. Then three.

You told yourself not to stress, that it could take time, that it was normal—but that didn't stop the tiny sting of disappointment every time you saw another negative test.

Lewis noticed. Of course, he did.

He found you one afternoon sitting on the bathroom counter, another test in your hand, staring at it blankly. He didn't say anything at first, just stepped in, took the test from you, and placed it down before pulling you into his arms.

You clung to him. "I don't know why I feel like crying," you mumbled into his chest.

"Because it's important to you," he murmured, pressing a kiss into your hair. "And that's okay."

You exhaled shakily. "What if something's wrong?"

Lewis pulled back slightly, tilting your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. "Then we figure it out together."

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. "You're really all in, huh?"

He smiled. "I told you—I always will be."

And just like that, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

Another month passed. Then another.

You had promised yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. That you wouldn't read into every small symptom. That you wouldn't take another test until you were really late.

But when you woke up one morning feeling off—not sick, not exhausted, just... off—the thought was impossible to shake.

You sat up slowly, glancing over at Lewis, who was still sound asleep, his arm lazily draped across your waist. Ace was curled up at the foot of the bed, and Roscoe was snuggled into Lewis's side.

You bit your lip.

Maybe it was nothing.

Maybe it was just in your head.

But maybe...

Careful not to wake Lewis, you slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. The test was already tucked away in the drawer, waiting. Your heart pounded as you took it out, your fingers trembling slightly as you did what you needed to do before setting it on the counter.

And then came the waiting.

Two minutes. That was it.

You tried not to look. Tried to focus on anything else—brushing your teeth, fixing your hair—anything to keep yourself from obsessively staring at the test as if you could will the result into existence.

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked down.

Two pink lines.

Your breath caught in your throat.

No. No way.

Your hands shook as you picked it up, staring at the result like you were afraid it would change. Your heart was racing.

You were pregnant.

A laugh bubbled out of you—disbelieving, breathless, shocked. Your other hand flew to your stomach, your mind scrambling to catch up with reality.

This was real.

You didn't know how long you stood there before a sleepy voice cut through the haze.

"Babe?"

You turned sharply to find Lewis standing in the doorway, his hair messy, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He blinked at you, then at the test in your hands.

His brows furrowed. "Is that—?"

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak.

For a second, he didn't move. Didn't say anything. He just stared.

And then his lips parted, his eyes widening as realization set in. "No way."

A watery laugh escaped you. "Way."

Lewis took two steps forward before stopping again, like his brain was short-circuiting. "You're... pregnant?"

Your smile wobbled as tears blurred your vision. "Mhm."

And then he was moving, closing the distance in seconds, sweeping you up into his arms, spinning you around in the bathroom as laughter and tears mixed together.

"Are you serious?" His voice cracked, his forehead pressing against yours.

You nodded, cupping his face, your own cheeks damp with tears. "We're having a baby."

Lewis let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh before crashing his lips against yours, pouring every ounce of love, relief, and pure joy into the kiss.

Ace, realizing something big was happening, let out a bark from the bedroom, his tail wagging wildly. Roscoe just lifted his head, blinking sleepily.

When Lewis pulled back, his hands were still on your waist, his eyes bright with so much love.

"We're really doing this," he murmured, his thumb brushing across your stomach.

You covered his hand with yours, your heart feeling like it could burst. "Yeah, babe. We are."

And for the first time since starting this journey, there wasn't a single doubt in your mind.

[ouiouimochi]

Gingerbread

pairing/s: satoshi isshiki x reader

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: no beta again, wonky phone format, character may be ooc

note/s: I'm late cuz I drank last night lmaoo

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On the 7th day of simpmas, my true love gave to me

“Oh, what's this?”

Early December had settled over Totsuki Culinary Academy like a soft blanket, the days growing shorter and colder as the first traces of snow dusted the campus.

Satoshi leaned against one side of the counter, the usual relaxed smile on his face as he surveyed the ingredients laid out before him. The soft light of the kitchen cast a warm glow, and outside the window, the first signs of winter—a faint dusting of snow—began to fall, signaling the start of the holiday season.

He was wearing normal clothes in the dorm, for once, donning a cream sweater and some comfortable pants. Last time he appeared before you, he was in nothing but his pink apron— to which you scolded him for as he could get sick in the current weather. At least he seemed to have listened to your concerns.

‘God forbid if he wears the damned fudonshi or just his apron in this frigid climate’

You turned your full attention to him from preparing the ingredients you needed, greeting him with a relaxed smile of your own and settling your hands on your waist.

“Just gonna bake some gingerbread… I had a sudden craving…” You scratched your cheek with a finger as you laughed sheepishly.

Satoshi hums to himself before retrieving his apron and standing next to you on the counter. He rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he meticulously washed his hands.

“I don't suppose you mind a hand?” he asked with a playful gleam in his eyes, as if he hadn't already invited himself to assist you. Satoshi has always been like that with you.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more than pleased to have some help— it was only an added plus that you enjoy the eccentric male’s presence a lot.

“I’d appreciate it, actually. I'm going to try something new, hopefully it works out…” You trailed off while staring at the ingredients, worried that a slight change to the usual recipe you used would fail.

A warm hand settled itself on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. A deep and charming chuckle reaching into your ears. You face him again just as he removes his hand, the presence of a sincere fondness reflecting in Satoshi’s cyan-blue eyes.

“I'm sure it'll work out with your skills and magic, our dearest sugar fairy~” he reassured and teased, calling you by the embarrassing nickname you acquired during your first year— a story for another time.

“Please don't call me that…”

“But you're one of Polar Star’s pride!” You sighed, knowing how you can't really argue much against Satoshi once he's set on it.

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You and Satoshi had finally gotten started by mixing the dry ingredients of flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and ginger, the male humming a soft, upbeat tune. You recognize a familiar rhythm and soon after, you begin humming the Christmas song you got reminded of, the brunette immediately catching on and humming with you as you two proceed to other preparations.

Now, all that was left was to mix the ingredients to create the dough, which he thankfully volunteered himself to do. Your eyes focused on his forearm muscles flexing itself as he effortly kneading the dough, his fingers looking skilled.

You held his upper arm, signalling him to pause as you inspected the lump.

“It needs a bit more flour and cinnamon…”

If Satoshi was surprised, he didn't show it in his expression. But he wasn't surprised since he knew your skill, despite how absurd it was to be able to know what you need in your dishes with just a look— most especially with baking where measurements have to be accurate and precise.

You took the ingredients you needed and sprinkle a little on to the dough, Satoshi having moved his hands away to make room for your action.

“You know, “ you suddenly piped up, "gingerbread cookies are a lot like life. They need just the right amount of spice to make them exciting, but they also need something sweet to balance it all out. And in the end, when they’re all baked and ready, they come together in the most satisfying way.”

Satoshi chuckled, his head tilted downwards towards you as you two made eye contact. Suddenly you noticed how close you two were. Your shoulder was pressing up against his upper arm, face mere inches apart.

He then booped your nose. You blinked, stunned, a few seconds passed by before realizing that he smeared something powdery on your nose.

“Toshii!” you drawled out his name, eyebrows scrunching in befuddlement. You smacked his arm before wiping your nose off with your arm.

He raises his hands in surrender and you two go back to baking.

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You neatly laid out the cookies on a separate baking sheet, having already baked and cooled them off a while ago already. The kitchen smelled of pastries, sugar, and cinnamon.

You then took a piping bag with icing already prepared, getting started on decorating the gingerbread men based on everyone from the dorm. Satoshi was only watching as you focused and meticulously added necessary details to the cookies, an inexplicably soft look settling into his expression.

“Done!” you rested your hands on your waist, taking a step back to appreciate your work. Nodding to yourself in approval, you made eye contact with the brunette.

“They're lovely.” he commented, as his finger traced the form of one cookie— the one you based off of him.

“With your level of skill, why don't you fight for a seat in the Elite Ten?” He asked, you shaking your head in response.

You inspected the cookies again, “Eh, not really why I got into Totsuki though…” your finger tapped on one of the intricate lines you drew, making sure it had already set and hardened.

“Then, what was your reason?” He was genuinely curious, having never asked you before this question at all.

“Well,” you picked one up delicately, “It’s quite tiring eating your own dishes even if you're a good chef...even if you keep adding twists to the usual recipe”

“Let's just say I only got to Totsuki to find someone who can cook me all types of food that I wouldn't get tired of.” You stared at him, possibly hinting at something as his eyes narrowed slightly in jest, an unspoken conversation going on between you two.

You then bit into the cookie, smiling in delight that it turned out well. Satoshi also took one, the one designed to resemble you

because you had the one that resembled him

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

note/s: rushed af, late af, I'm dying in uni yet again. yes you went to totsuki just to find a malewife, GIRLBOSS behavior

taglist: @justwinginglife , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades , + anyone who wants to be added!

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Totally Normal Friend Things

Pairing: Bestfriend!Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Adult language. A little bit of dirty talk. Oral sex.

Word Count: 6722

Summary: Draco and Fem!Reader are all alone, surrounded by nothing but wilderness for miles, and they give into their coital desires.

Author's Note: This is a slow burn and the smut is long and descriptive. Enjoy! <3

This is part two of three.

PART ONE PART THREE

PART TWO

Reader's Point Of View:

"What exactly do you mean by that?" I ask him, amused at his sudden boldness and wanting to see exactly how far he'll take it.

"Are you daft? I mean exactly what I said. We should take advantage of being so isolated." He said, voice dropping an octave as he takes a few steps toward me. I give him an eyebrow raise and turn away, suddenly feeling bashful.

To look busy and turn my attention elsewhere, I conjure us up a red and white checkered picnic blanket, fluffy red pillows and an empty brown wicker basket. I leave it empty on purpose.

"Absolutely not." He says, pulling his wand out of its place at his hip, turning the picnic blanket to silk in the colors green and silver. Then, he covers the fluffy pillows in matching pillow cases.

"That's not as cute as mine." I say, staring at the blanket a few seconds before turning my attention back to him. "But the silk is a nice touch. You've must've taken inspiration from my bedspread." I say, leaning toward him teasingly.

"No. Your silk bedspread is as black as your soul. In case you haven't noticed, these are green. They match my own. I have far superior taste." He says, feeling proud of his dumb comeback. I roll my eyes and arrange the pillows in a cute and comfortable way, enchanting the blanket to stay in place as it's slightly breezy now. I sit down, tucking my legs under me and watch as he lowers himself next to me, our shoulders brushing.

"You need to do more than just help with color schemes. Conjure us up something to eat." I say, settling in and turning my gaze to the horizon to watch the sun begin to set behind the valley of mountains ahead of us.

He rolls his eyes and with a wave of his wand he produces a spread of fresh bread, cheese, fruits and some of our favorite sweets. He glances at me for a moment and snorts.

"Comfortable, much?" He teases, copying my position and pressing his arm against mine. I playfully toss a pillow at him. "Very much. Here, have an extra pillow. You're welcome for making this so cozy."

He catches the pillow easily, tucking the extra pillow behind his head, making himself comfortable against the blanket. "Always taking care of your boyfriend... I mean.." He quickly corrects himself "Boy... that is a friend, aren't you?" I give him an amused smile.

"Sorry? What was that? I didn't quite catch it." I tease, grabbing a slice of cubed cheddar cheese and setting it on a cracker, taking a bite. He stiffens for a moment before gaining his composure again.

"Pass the strawberries." He mumbles. I reach in and grab the biggest one, stretching my arm to him. He takes it gently, brushing my fingers slightly longer than necessary.

"You said boyfriend... The one-word type." I tease, giggling. He turns away quickly, hiding his sheepish expression before shaking his head and finishing the strawberry. "Shut up. I said boy that is a friend." He mutters, face flushing slightly. I hold another strawberry to his mouth.

"Another strawberry for you. Maybe it'll be less sour than your attitude." I rub the strawberry across his bottom lip. He catches my eye as he laughs- appreciating my comment and breaking his faux cranky mood.

"My attitude's just fine. You're being annoying right now." He grins even though he just insulted me, "Stop flirting with me." He says, slightly leaning up on his elbows to take a bite of the strawberry.

"I would never." I say, pulling the strawberry from his mouth and taking a bite of it myself, letting it caress my bottom lip as I pull it from my mouth. I watch on in satisfaction as his eyes stay glued to my lips, watching the juicy strawberry slip down, coating my lips in a red hue. He swallows hard before quickly looking away, trying to compose himself.

"You're... you're impossible." He mutters, his voice slightly hoarse.

"That I am." I say, holding up the strawberry in a playful salut. He rolls his eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He leans back against the pillows, acting nonchalant again.

"I'm going to ignore you now." He says aloud, taking his eyes off me and turning them to our surroundings.

"Aww!" I coo, leaning toward him "But I was having so much fun getting under your skin." I tease as I sit on my knees next to him, touching his side and slightly leaning over to meet his eye again.

He stiffens, his breath hitching slightly at my proximity. He looks up at me, icy blue eyes locked onto mine. He opens his mouth to retort, but no words come out.

"I knew you wouldn't have been able to ignore me." I tease, holding his gaze, "Look at you. Unable to keep your eyes off me." my voice low.

His cheeks flush a deep red, caught in the act. He quickly breaks eye contact, looking anywhere but at me. But his body betrays him and remains tense, his voice coming out low. "Shut up.. and... just sit back down. Before I hex you."

I giggle before saying, "Hex me? Your favorite girl?" I pretend to whine and sell it with a playful pout. His eyes widen unconsciously for a moment before I see him force a smirk. He sits up slightly, now leaning on his wrists.

"I will hex your perfect little face if you don't stop acting so bloody cute."

"Perfect you say?" I say, putting one leg over his body and straddling his lap. His eyes widen before he grips my hips to stabilize me. Probably himself, too. I know I'm being bold, provocative even. I want to see how it plays out. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. His voice comes out raspy as he tries to maintain his cool exterior.

"Shut up and get off of me."

I laugh melodically and get off of him, laying beside him instead. "You're so easy to rile up." I tease. He turns his head to look at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to calm down. He crosses his arms over his chest, definitely trying to appear unaffected.

"You think you're so clever, don't you? Always finding ways to annoy me."

I turn my head to look at him, holding his gaze. "Annoying you? I make your life interesting." He keeps his eyes trained on mine, his arms tightening slightly- as if resisting the urge to reach out and touch my face.

"Interesting? More like fucking infuriating."

We stare at each other for a while, both desperately trying to ignore these feelings that keep making an appearance.

"Me? Never! I'm the most delightful person you know." I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nope. Not you. Miss Delightful. Miss Perfectly Reasonable. Miss Always Logical. Miss Never Annoying." He mutters sarcastically but his eyes soften and his lips twitch when I laugh at his joke.

"You love me." I say, turning my face towards the sky, watching the clouds above us turn pink against the fading blue sky.

"Who said I love you?" He mutters, eyes looking up at the clouds with me.

"You do. Every day. You don't even need to use words to do so. You always show me." I say, turning my head towards him, making sure he understands just how much he does to me- and for me. He looks over, his face softening as he gives one of his beautiful, affectionate smiles. He reaches to brush a stray hair off my face before returning his hand to his own side.

"Shut up. Before I shut you up." He says, unwilling to show just how affected I saw he was. He turns his attention back up to the clouds slowly rolling by.

"You couldn't shut me up even if you tried." I tease, and he scoffs, turning his head back to me again.

"I can, and I will." He challenges, his voice lower than before. His eyes flicker down to my lips briefly before meeting my gaze again. "I bet I can shut you up for at least five minutes."

"I'll believe it when I see it." I look at him, amused. He watches my face for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Alright then, smart arse." He reaches out and gently places his hand over my mouth, his fingers brushing against my lips softly. I laugh, the sound muffled against his fingers.

"Too easy." I say as I set my hand on his wrist, slowly tugging it down, letting his fingers caress my lips slowly once more. His smirk widens as he pulls his hand back slightly, watching me.

"You haven't won yet. I can still shut you up."

I keep eye contact with him while sliding my tongue up his pointer finger teasingly. "Can you? Because I'm still talking." I say, voice taunting and playful. Thrown completely off guard, his smirk falters. I smirk, watching him swallow hard, and hesitating briefly before putting his hand back on my mouth, his fingers curling gently to keep my mouth closed.

"Five minutes of silence. No talking. No laughing. Nothing."

I hum mischievously and slide my tongue out to rub against his palm. He pulls his hand back quickly, dropping his gaze to my mouth briefly before meeting my amused gaze.

"You're cheating." He says, voice strained.

"I told you that you couldn't shut me up." I smirk at him, "I mean, did you even try? That was far too easy."

He glares at me, his face flushed slightly. He hesitates before reaching out and brushing his thumb across my bottom lip once before placing his hand over my mouth again.

"Shut up." He mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just shut up for five minutes. Please." He says, and I can hear the restraint in his voice. It's taking every inch of his will power to act so unaffected by me and my antics.

"Since you asked so nicely." I mumble against his hand, sliding my hand up his wrist to caress his skin. His breath hitches almost imperceptibly. He keeps his hand covering my mouth, angling it so he can gently stroke my bottom lip.

"Five minutes." He repeats softly, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod and caress down his arm softly. I let my eyes slowly look over his features while I slide my hand up the underside of his arm. His breathing has increased slightly, not quite panting but getting there.

His eyes trail over my face and he reaches his free hand to touch my side, slowly caressing up and down. I smile against his palm, amused he's keeping up the charade that this is just him keeping me quiet. I have an inkling this is just an excuse to touch me.

For a few moments, we sit there in silence and just caress one another. My hand slides up and down both of his arms, and his free hand caresses my side and makes its way to my back. I feel a warmth spreading through my chest and I feel my heart start to pick up tempo at how intimate this moment is becoming.

I slowly turn my face so his hand gently caresses my face. He gets the hint and begins to stroke my face himself, taking his hand off my mouth. I take this moment to reach out to him and caress his side and I hear him inhale sharply, a shiver running through him.

He stares at me intensely and I scoot closer to him, staying silent despite his hand not being on my mouth anymore, and use my free hand to slide up his chest and shoulders. It feels as if we're being pulled into a trap, but none of us finds the willpower to escape. Not caring how I'm coming off any longer, I use the hand caressing his side to slide up to his shoulders now, beginning to gently massage.

His shoulder tenses under my touch, but he doesn't pull away. He looks into my eyes, searching for any sign that I'll be the one to break the silence and end this charade, but I just smile softly at him- actually enjoying the silence now. He checks his watch.

"Thirty seconds..." He says softly, as if trying to steer us back into 'friendly' territory and not this in-between friends and something else we've found ourselves in. I gently push his shoulder as a silent gesture to lay down. He complies, and lays on his back. I'm sure he's just as curious as I am what direction we're headed.

Once he's laying down on his back, I lay next to him, tucking my head against his shoulder and using a hand to caress his chest. His chest rises and falls rapidly under my gentle touch and he tucks an arm under me to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He checks his watch one final time. "Time's up."

"Finally." I whisper, eyes trained on the sky now as I continue to rub his chest. "Longest five minutes ever." I joke, not really meaning it at all. I feel his arm tighten around me a fraction as he laughs softly, his breath tickling my ear.

"I think you enjoyed torturing me a little too much." he teases, his voice back to its normal tone.

"Torture you?" I say teasingly, drawing shapes on his chest through his shirt.

"Torture, yes. Don't act coy."

"You asked me nicely to be quiet for five minutes so I was just complying." I say, sliding my hand to the bottom hem of his shirt and slightly pushing it up, caressing the slit of skin showing. He inhales sharply, before he clears his throat.

"I'm surprised you stayed quiet. You didn't have to."

I tilt my head up, still laying on his shoulder, as I meet his gaze. I slide my hand up his shirt, finger tips now tucked under the material and against his skin. "No?"

His eyes meet mine, icy blues looking at my face thoughtfully for moment. "No," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You could've spoken."

"I'll remember that for next time then." I nudge my nose playfully against his neck and turn my eyes back to the sky. He chuckles softly, his arm tightening around me as he turns his head to press a gentle kiss against to my forehead. "You do that." He murmurs, his voice warm with amusement and affection. "Next time I ask for silence. do what you do best- talk my ear off." I laugh melodically, tilting my head back slightly.

"That sounds like my kind of agreement." I slide my hand up his shirt further, now knuckles deep as I caress his skin. "Hey, that cloud kind of looks like you." I say, pointing at a misshapen cloud floating above us. He glances up at the cloud, then back down at me.

"You really think that pitiful blob looks like me?" He asks, amusement clear in his voice as he studies the cloud more closely.

"Absolutely. Side by side I couldn't tell you apart. Like identical twins." I slide my entire hand up under his shirt, tracing his abs. His breath catches.

"Twins, huh? So this cloud has my arrogant smirk and my perfectly styled hair?" He jokes.

"Perfectly styled? Hardly. More like a swirled ice cream cone." I joke, tracing a line in between his abs and up his torso.

"That's actually quite offensive," he manages to say with mock outrage, though his voice is shaky- showing he's very affected by my touch. "You're comparing the perfectly styled platinum glory that is my hair to a bloody ice cream cone?"

"I'm just saying, I've never seen your hair and an ice cream cone in the same room."

He lets out a belly laugh, head tilting back and mouth wide open to reveal all 32 perfectly white teeth. I caress up his pecks, pleased I made him laugh so hard and his laugh turns into a sharp intake of breath. He tries to maintain his composure, but his unsteady voice betrays him. "It's one of my best features." He says, defending his hair.

"Not even close. You know what your best feature is?" I say, tracing the shape of his right peck. His breath hitches again, and I feel his heart race under my hand.

"Am I supposed to guess, or are you going to enlighten me?" He says, smirking,

"Your too brilliant for your own good brain and your wicked sense of humor." I say, tracing his left peck now. His smirk widens slightly at my words, and his eyes sparkle.

"Such sweet lies." He says affectionately, kissing my forehead before continuing, "Usually when someone is tracing my chest like this, they're complimenting more... physical attributes." He teases, his voice low and warm. "Not my intellect." I press a sweet and short kiss to his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah? What do said people say about your physical attributes?" I caress his sternum.

"They tend to comment on how symmetrical my face is, for one." he jests, letting out a small chuckle at his own joke.

"I suppose it can be... In the right light." I tease, tucking my head into the side of his neck, caressing his collarbones. He shivers and his hands grip my waist slightly.

"What about you, then? What physical attributes do people comment on?" He asks, thumb tracing small circles on my hip.

"I've been called pretty more times than I can count. So it must be true." I tease, pressing a short and affectionate kiss to the side of his neck. He lets out a soft chuckle.

"Well, that's bloody obvious. Any man with eyes knows you're attractive." His touch becomes more purposeful as he pulls me closer.

"Well, not all of them. But not everyone has good taste." I caress his chest in slow, wide motions. He lets out a low, rumbling laugh- the sound vibrating through his chest which I've become intimately acquainted with.

"Clearly," he murmurs, his voice slightly defensive. "Only someone with spectacularly poor taste wouldn't find you attractive."

"I can't imagine anyone not finding you attractive, though."

"Careful with those compliments," he says, his voice low with amusement and something else, something deeper. "They might go to my head." His hands trace my waist deliberately.

"Oh, please. Everything goes to your head." I joke, wrapping my arm around his waist and cuddling closer to him. He sits up, letting out a genuine laugh as his arms wrap around my stomach to pull me into his lap, my back against his chest. "Touché" he murmurs against my hair, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "I suppose I can't argue with that."

"Yeah, and when people get to know you? That's an entirely different story. They'll realize there's more to you than just a pretty face with baby blues." I lean against his chest, closing my eyes and inhaling the scent of him quietly. His arms tighten around me, his chin resting on my shoulder as he looks down to where his arms wrap around my mid-section. "Ha" he scoffs "As if getting to know me is some sort of charming experience." I turn my head toward him quickly, waiting until he looks into my eyes. When he does, I give him an earnest look.

"Of course it is, Draco. You're an amazing and endlessly fascinating person."

He rolls his eyes dramatically, though a faint blush creeps up his neck at my words of admiration. He meets my gaze, his expression softening despite his efforts to maintain his aloof demeanor. "Listen to you. Next you'll be writing me love poetry."

"I can pay my best friend a compliment once in a while" I say, playfully and bend my arm up to press my hand against the side of his face. He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering close for a moment before he opens them again, a smirk playing on his lips . "Best friend, huh? Not boyfriend?" He teases, thumbs tracing small patterns on my stomach. I laugh softly, lightly scratching his head.

"I do act like that, sometimes, hm? It's not my fault it's easy to blur the lines with you. I mean, look at us recently. Just today, even." He chuckles, leaning in to my scratching like a cat seeking affection. His smirk softens to a genuine smile. "It's not... unpleasant." He pauses, his thumbs following suit. "But, you know I value our friendship more than anything."

"I know." I say softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and running my fingers through his hair. "And you're just the best person ever, and I'm lucky to have you in my life." His smile widens at my affectionate kiss, and my sweet words. He turns his head just enough to nuzzle into my palm, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"And I'm lucky to have you too, lovebug. More than you'll ever know."

I look at him affectionately for a few moments, chest warm.

"You look very handsome in this light." I comment, eyes looking over his features as I run my hand through his hair. "Although you need a shave." I tease, lightly rubbing his stubble. He laughs softly, butting his cheek against my hand once with an amused look on his face.

"And whose fault is it that I haven't had the time to shave?" He says with mock indignation. "A certain someone kept me up late last night talking about the newest conspiracy theory she's obsessed with." I laugh softly at his very true fact, and turn to shuffle in his lap so I'm straddling him.

"Oh, do you mean me then? How about the fact I tried to kick you out twice and you refused to leave my bed? You even burrowed yourself in a mountain of blankets and pillows."

His grin widens at the reminder. "Well, it's not my fault they're soft and comforting. Like you." He pouts playfully, pulling my hand away from his hair and holding it instead.

"You know exactly how to win an argument, don't you? Just be cute and I fold every time." I say, fighting the urge to kiss him. He winks at me, clearly pleased with himself for winning the argument, even if it was on account of his looks.

"I have my methods, love." he says with a smirk, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. "I'm glad we have these moments together." He says, a rare moment of softness he's not bothering to hide.

"Me too. I love that we get to cocoon ourselves in our own little world occasionally." I say, kissing his cheek and letting my lips linger. His breath hitches slightly, and he turns his head toward me, his nose brushing mine in an almost-kiss. "You know what our problem is?" His eyes flicker down to my lips before meeting my gaze again, a playful yet intense look in his eyes.

"I'm sure you'll tell me even if I don't ask." I tease, genuinely curious what he has to say.

"Smart mouth," He murmurs, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Our problem is that we're too comfortable." He pauses, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my knuckles. "We're too much like a couple without actually being a couple."

"I think being comfortable is good. But I do agree with you..." I trail off, looking at his lips then back to his eyes. He does the same, furthering proving our points to one another. He takes a deep breath, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we just... gave in. Just once." His eyes search mine questioningly- asking something significant without words. Heart racing upon understanding his meaning, I nod.

"It might be worth a try." I admit, caressing his palm with my thumb. His eyes snap down to watch the motion, hiding his true emotion-fear. Gathering the courage, he swallows hard, his voice lower than before.

"You mean like a test? To see what it's like without ruining our friendship?" He says, free hand slowly sliding towards my back.

"Yeah. We will be friends no matter what, our bond is way too strong and unbreakable to be derailed by giving into our... physical desires."

"Exactly." He agrees, his face inches from mine. I can feel his breath mingling with mine. "So it would just be a physical thing?" His hand successfully finds my back and he begins caressing it suggestively. "Just one more kiss, a proper kiss we planned, just to see what it's like?" He clarifies, acknowledging the first kiss we shared in the sky earlier today was a special, spontaneous moment we shared but this one is planned- to see if they feel any different.

"Yeah, just to see what it's like. We may even add it to our friendship repertoire. Totally casual way to show our affection for each other." His face breaks into a smirk and he leans in even closer, his nose brushing against mine.

"Casual kiss," He murmurs "No big deal." His eyes flicker down to my lips again, his own parting slightly.

"No big deal." I whisper.

His smirk softens into a gentle smile as he closes the remaining distance between us. His lips press softly against mine in a slow, tender kiss. He pulls away slightly after a few moments, his eyes searching mine for any sign of regret or hesitation.

"I liked that." I admit, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his again. He deepens the kiss slightly this time, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. He breaks away after a few moments. "See? No big deal," He whispers, fingers intertwining with mine again. "Just a casual thing between friends." He says, sounding like he's trying to convince himself more than me.

"Right. No big deal." I smile at him, pushing his hair off his forehead. "Just two friends showing affection." I say, also trying to convince myself. He leans into my touch, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Totally normal friend things." He says, but there's a glimmer in his eyes that suggest he really liked it on a non-platonic level like I did. I laugh softly.

"Your lips are very soft." I say, caressing the back of his head, "You've been using Aquaphor like I suggested." He laughs genuinely, pressing his forehead against mine and dropping his eyes shyly.

"Shut up." He murmurs, answering my question without an obvious yes or no. The way only Draco could answer and the way only I could understand. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me.

"I'm not usually this affectionate, so don't get used to it." I tease. He laughs softly, wrapping both arms tighter around my waist.

"Too late," He says, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "I'm already used to it. Friends can hug and kiss, right?" He asks playfully.

"Oh, sure." I say playfully "That's totally normal." He smiles and nods into my neck. "As long as they're both comfortable with it they can do... anything."

He pauses for a moment, and I feel his heart beat faster. He pulls back to look at me, eyes searching mine. "Anything?" He repeats softly, his thumbs gently kneading my lower back. "Like.... whatever we want?" He asks, voice barely a whisper, implicating something that could potentially be even more problematic or enjoyable. Or both.

"Yeah, whatever we want." I say.

"So... If I wanted to kiss you again, that would be okay?"

"It would be more than okay" I say, eyes locked on his face. "In fact, I'd enjoy it."

He needs no further encouragement. He closes the distance between our faces, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me flush against him. He deepens the kiss, his fingers splaying out against my back possessively. He breaks away briefly to whisper, "What if I wanted more than kissing?"

"More?" I whisper against his lips. He kisses me again, his hand slowly sliding down to my thighs to emphasize his point. He breaks away again to whisper, "Like touching? Or other things?" He swallows hard, his eyes flickering down to my lips before meeting my gaze again. He looks... nervous? "You said anything, right?"

"I did say anything." I agree, sliding my hand up the back of his head to entangle in his hair strands. He leans into the touch, his hands now gripping my thighs tightly. He starts to trail soft kisses along my jawline and down my neck, his breathing becoming slightly erratic. "Fuck... you're so pretty." He says against my neck. I giggle and tilt my head back so he has better access.

"I love when your voice sound like this. Husky and deep."

He lets out a low hum against my neck, his kisses becoming more passionate. His voice drops even lower as he speaks directly under my ear, lips grazing my neck. "Do you like dirty talk, too? Or is that crossing a line for 'friendly?" He asks teasingly, his hands moving to my waist.

"I think we're passed the lines of friendly." I say, gently tugging his hair. He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my skin.

"Good point," He murmurs before nuzzling his face between my neck and shoulder. "So can I say things like, 'You look so kissable' or would you prefer 'I want my hand wrapped around your throat'?" A shiver runs down my spine, and I gasp in arousal, biting my bottom lip.

"As long as I can tell you where I want to put my lips." I say, voice like honey.

He shudders slightly at my words. It's clear both of us are really thrilled where this is going.

"Tell me where those pretty little lips want to go."

I begin to kiss down his jaw. "I want my lips here..." Before sliding down to kiss his neck a few times, "And here" I mumble, lips kissing down his neck to his sternum "And even lower." He shivers visibly at my trail of kisses, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Lower?" He asks, voice catching slightly on the look I give him, his expression becoming more intense.

I giggle and take my time kissing down his neck gently, dragging my bottom lip in between each new spot. "Would you let me?" I purr against his neck. He tilts his head back with a groan, exposing more of his neck to my teasing kisses. "Oh, I'd definitely let you." He says with playful smirk.

I smile against his neck as I resume kissing it, caressing both sides and letting my lips trail lower, unabashedly showing him my intentions. His eyes flutter closed and his hands tighten around my waist. I pull back just to take the hem of his shirt into my hands, meeting his gaze. His eyes are sharp and completely focused on me and his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

"Can I take this off?" I ask softly. When he nods furiously I slide off his shirt, and set it on the blanket before placing my hands on his chest and starting to kiss down his neck again. "Is this still okay? Stop me at any point."

"Keep going." He says, voice hoarse as his hands knead my hips.

Once my lips reach his collar bone, his hands tighten around my waist. "Fuck, you're really going to do it, aren't you?" He says, slightly shuffling beneath me, and I feel just how excited he's getting.

"If that's okay with you?" I run a hand down his abdomen. He nods, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than okay." He admits, his eyes darkening with desire. He shifts once more, giving me better access. "If you really want to-" He cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath as my lips begin their descent to their target.

"I want to show you how much I care about you." I purr, running a finger down his abdomen and tracing the waistband of his jeans, slightly dipping my finger under it to caress the skin there. He tenses slightly at my touch, his eyes watching my fingers intently.

"Lay back a little bit?" I say, propping the pillows more solidly behind his back. He complies, laying back further against the pillows. He looks at me, his eyes glazed with arousal but his smile is soft.

"Like this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

I nod and begin to kiss down his neck again, heading toward his chest and caressing his side with one hand and pressing down on his hip bone with the other. I slide my tongue down his sternum to his abdomen, beginning to trace the shape of each ab, swirling my tongue slowly. Using my free hand, I lightly palm him through his jeans.

He inhales sharply, his hips twitching involuntarily. He spreads his legs wider, giving me access. I kiss down his body, sliding a tongue on the skin above his waistband. "Is this this still okay?" I stop, looking up at him. He nods quickly, his breath coming out in short gasps. He reaches down to gently cup my cheeks.

"Yeah, it's more than okay." He tells me softly. I smile up at him and pull out of his hand to lower my face to his body once more, sucking the hipbone while sliding a finger under the waistband of his jeans. His hips buck slightly, and I can feel he's already half-hard, his pants starting to tent.

I unbutton his jeans, slowly tugging them down his hips as I palm him through his briefs. He lifts his hips to help me tug down his pants, his breath catching in his throat as I pepper kisses along his clothed length. A low moan escapes his lips, and I look up at him with a smirk.

"You sound so sexy." I say, kissing up his inner thigh with feather-light kisses.

He spreads his legs wider and watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, his voice dropping. "You're not trying to torture me, are you?" He chuckles softly, his hips twitching lightly as I run a tongue up his inner thigh.

"Do you want me to go faster?" I ask, sliding a finger under the waist band of his briefs. He shivers, knowing I'm working him up. He looks down at me with a heated gaze, "No, don't you dare." He growls softly, his hands gripping my hair gently. "I like the slow burn. It's... intoxicating."

I trace the shape of his bulge through his briefs as I kiss his inner thighs, eyes on him and lips almost reaching their destination. He's fully hard now, his briefs tenting significantly. He bites his lips to stifle any noises, and his grip on my hair tightens. I'll bet he's trying to hold back his need to keep control. I slide my tongue up both of his inner thighs, pressing on his clothed erection. He lets out a strangled groan, his head falling back slightly. His hips jerk forward involuntarily and he mumbles a husky "Fuck."

I kiss up his bulge through his briefs slowly, caressing his pubic bone then both sides of his erection. He's unraveling under my touch, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and his hands leave my hair to fist the blanket below us. I slide a finger down into his briefs, slowly pulling them down as my lips stay firmly pressed against his lower abdomen, kissing and sucking the skin there freely.

As my finger pulls down his briefs, his throbbing erection springs free from the fabric, slapping his lower stomach. The sudden release of pressure makes him groan loudly. His hips lift off the bed instinctively, seeking more stimulation.

I gently grip his erection, licking the tip once and dipping my tongue into his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum forming there. He groans loudly and lets out a string of curses under his breath, watching me intently. I keep eye contact as I lick the underside of his dick and gently roll his balls under my thumb.

His eyes roll back in his head, gripping the blanket tightly- knuckles turning white. I lick up every side of his penis before giving the skin between his balls a tiny tug. His entire body jerks, and he lets out a loud guttural moan. I slide down his penis and begin to lick his balls, tracing the shape of them with my tongue. He whines softly as I take one of his balls into my mouth, rolling my tongue in a circle around it before doing the same to the other one.

He throws his head back, fingers finding my hair again and tugging on the strands slightly. "Holy shit." he hisses softly. He spreads his thighs wider apart, giving me better access. "Fuck!" He groans. "I can't take it. Suck my dick. Now."

I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis before taking the tip into my mouth, my lips forming a suction as I keep eye contact with him. His eyes roll back again and lets out a low, desperate moan, his fingers gripping my hair tighter. I slide down his penis with my mouth, taking him inch by inch, running my tongue along the underside. "Fucking hell" he gasps, his hips bucking gently to meet my mouth.

I hollow my cheeks, and begin to bob my head up and down while keeping eye contact with him. He holds my gaze, eyes half-closed in pleasure and pupils blown wide. The obscene sound of wet sucking fills the air, and he groans loud, hips rolling to meet my movements.

When I take him faster, he lets out a strangled, gurgled cry. He watches his length disappear between my lips then pull out again. I hum, sending vibrations down his shaft and to his balls. His head tilts back, a choked off moan escaping him. I add my hand in, using it to pump any part of his shaft that isn't in my mouth.

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm fucking-" He cuts himself off by releasing another groan, eyes rolling back when I slightly add more pressure on his shaft with my hands. I hum again, and he lets out a series of broken moans. His body is trembling, every muscle tensed up to the point of shaking. "I- I'm gonna-" He lets out a choked cry.

Keeping eye contact, I work my mouth and hand in tandem. His entire body locks up, and he lets out a raw, primal sound that echos off the mountains into the otherwise quiet evening air. He cums hard, pulling my hair back as his balls unload an enormous amount of thick, hot cum into my throat.

I massage his balls to prolong his orgasm. His body writhes for a moment before collapsing back onto the pillows, his body heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He is slick with sweat, and his eyes are glazed over with pleasure. He looks at me, a mixture of awe and exhaustion in his gaze. "Holy fuck." he whispers, voice barely audible.

I clean any leftover cum from his penis and swallow, and crawl up to lay next to him. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close as he nuzzles into my neck. "You're a fucking goddess." He murmurs, his voice filled with reverence and gratitude. He presses a soft kiss to my neck before settling in, his body completely sated and content. "Thank you."

I let him bask in his afterglow, satisfied I've pleased him to the point of him being boneless and affectionate.

"Give me a few minutes, then I'm going to show you how I feel about you, too."

Masterlist

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hey! Hope you're having a good day!

So could I maybe ask for another baby SEA's Eclipse teething drabble? Like maybe Moon finding out baby Eclipse doesn't want to chew on him but only wants to chew on KC X,D

Have a great day! :D

- 🎭

You shall ask and I deliver!

Eclipse has been a baby for about two weeks now. And during those two weeks, he hasn't bitten Moon a single time.

It's suspicious. The little brat must be up to something.

Especially because he does chew on stuff.

He chews on his toy blocks, he chews on his floppy little sleeves, he chews on his cat plushie, he chews on their bells and he chews on KC.

And if he follows the trend of his siblings, he'll chew on Moon too. He has to.

There has only been one exception so far, which he's honestly grateful for because Solar Flare's bites are mean.

So he can comfortably admit he's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for quite some time now. Because he knows Eclipse, and knows that even as a baby, his nephew is a little jerk who thrives on making others suffer. That's one of the reasons he loves him so much.

"Moon, could you please hold Eclipse for me? I can't cook if I have to hold him in one arm"

And it goes unsaid how they don't want the kid to just be hanging from him. That's a quick and easy way to having an unhappy, injured child, Especially one made of silicone.

"Sure, but if he bites me I'm putting him in timeout"

KC just shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh that makes Moon want to punch him. If only because the jackass keeps that exasperated sigh just for him.

"We've been over this, Eclipse is a good child."

"Not as good as Solar Flare"

Killcode can't find an argument against that, so he doesn't even bother. Even if it makes the tiny face of his nephew scrunch up unhappily, clearly disagreeing with their opinion on his behaviour.

Which is probably why the moment he lands in Moon's lap, he's in full on pout mode. The little guy does all the works too, puffing up his fat little cheeks, shooting those adorable little ray nubs out of his head, crossing his arms and turning away from him with an offended "Hmpf!". It takes everything in him not to burst out laughing.

The little guy, he can admit, is fun. Even if not as fun as his normal nephew.

"What? You offended?"

The tiny harrumph he's met with contains so much attitude it shouldn't be possible. Especially from such a tiny being.

Good to know most of his nephew is still made of spite

"You gonna retaliate?"

He pokes one little cheeks, grinning when small hands slap at him. White-gold optics flash in anger, locking onto him with such unfiltered hatred, and if looks could kill Moon would have keeled over on the spot.

"Gonna bite?"

Maybe if he provokes him, it'll finally just happen and he won't be left waiting for when-

"No!"

He blinks in surprise, staring at the indignant child in his hold. Somehow, his nephew looks even more offended than before.

"No?"

"No! I don't wanna!"

Huh

"Why don't you want to?"

"Not papa!"

He takes a second to comprehend this, locking eyes with a flabbergasted KC who's looked up from his chopping. Then a big grin overtakes his face, and he can see his brother groan.

"Oh? Do you want to only chew on papa?"

"Ye!"

He picks his nephew up under the arms, ignoring the rageful squeak he lets out, bringing him to eye level. He doesn't even pretend to be bothered by the attempts to slap at his face, more amused by this new information.

"Is papa that tasty?"

"Ye!"

Moon chuckles, bringing the kid up to his face for a nuzzle. The tiny creature just tries his best to continue beating him. How cute.

He doesn't even try the littles bit to maim him. Which is sad, because his nephew really needs to learn more fighting. But maybe also understandable because he lacks the teeth and claws to maim.

"You know what kiddo? I agree! Papa is infinitely more tasty than uncle Moony!"

The little Eclipse is still clearly scorned, probably from all the teasing, but he has settled a little bit. If only because he recognises his teasing tone.

And well, he's smart enough to recognise Uncle Moony always helps the kids with mischief

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted 🌟👩🏾🎶 (Wish Reimagined)

Chapter 12: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Doom 🔮✨🌟

Chapter 11

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Time for us to check on our villains! Just for a bit, I promise. 😅 (This moment is actually going around the same time as Chapter 11, and it'll lead back to our newly formed team)

We see Amaya in a black cloak standing in front of her potions cabinet as she adds a few ingredients to a drinking glass filled with colored liquid. "To make me look younger, a drop of spring water. To retain my royal attire, a peacock's feather. To strengthen my voice, a child's laughter. To restore my hair, a sundrop petal. And....a dash of nutmeg for flavor."

As she added the last ingredient, the liquid bubbled up and turned into the color of red wine. The liquid settled and we see Amaya's face in the reflection of the glass, looking much older than she did in previous chapters.

She carefully drinks the entire glass, and her appearance returns to normal. The black cloak vanished and her royal garments reappeared.

Amaya heard a growl and looked down, seeing Sabor raise an eyebrow as he questioned why she would need a simple kitchen ingredient.

"Don't give me that look, dear. These spells are powerful, but they taste dreadful. A little spice never hurt anyone." She walked over to a nearby mirror, admiring her return to her former beauty. "Besides, I may not be able to transform into different beings like the star, but I can keep my 'natural' beauty intact."

Sabor took a moment to admire his own silky fur before straightening up. He heard laughing coming from the wishing room. "Meow?"

"Oh, that's just Magnifico playing with his balls...Somedays I think he's a bit too obsessed with those wish balls. I better check up on him, he's had quite the night." Amaya stepped away from the mirror and proceeded to the wishing room, with Sabor trailing behind her.

Amaya opens the heavy door and sees the king now humming "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" as he exaggerated his arm movements like a conductor. The wishes are moving in several different line patterns all around him.

Magnifico pauses once he sees his wife. "Ah, darling! I'm so glad you're here!" He had a wide, almost sinister looking grin.

Amaya noticed his unusually happy tone. "You in quite the good mood this morning, mi rey." She looked and saw the massive amounts of wishes surrounding the two of them.

Sabor cautiously stepped further into the room. Seeing the wish orbs fly around the place made him nervous, since one wrong move could accidentally destroy a wish. And he did not want to make Magnifico that angry...

The lynx narrowly dodged a few orbs that whizzed by due to the man's gleeful use of magic on them. Another one came flying and he quickly batted it away. Sabor smiled in satisfaction.

Then another orb came from seemingly nowhere and knocked the feline across the room, making him yowl in pain. (He'll be fine)

"I was almost too excited to sleep!" Magnifico stopped with his make believe orchestra and grabbed Amaya's hands. "We've gotten so much closer to our goal in these last few days, then we ever have in the past few decades. Tonight we'll have the traitors, Tomás' daughter and the star all in one place! And best of all, the entire kingdom will witness our full power!"

The two of them started to dance lightly as the wish orbs surrounded them. "Believe me, I'm just as happy as you, but don't you think it's a little early to be celebrating?" Amaya questioned despite her fun.

Magnifico stopped at those words. He was so excited to finally get the traitors that alluded him all these years, he nearly forgot the most important one to capture: Asha.

"As usual, you're right. Everything could fall apart if Asha and the star get involved before the ceremony."

He looked up at the many wishes the two had collected, and with the addition of the Hamlet residents wishes, it was beginning to look a bit crowded up there. It was a lot of peoples dreams up there just doing nothing.

"Perhaps we need to prepare ourselves with a little snack?" He pulled down three wishes from above and held them in his hands. "Besides, we do need to make some room now that the traitors wishes are up here. Let's say we get rid of a few non-important ones?" He asked playfully.

Amaya shook her head. "Now, now. Don't get impatient. We can't risk anything by destroying any wishes. People might start getting suspicious of missing newcomers, and I don't want to waste more magic on wiping people's memories."

Magnifico was silent for a moment then smirked as he grabbed a familiar wish. "How about just this one?"

"For the last time, you can't take my mother's wish!" she scolded him.

The king needed a laugh. "I'm just kidding, dear! Mostly." He threw the orb back up with the others.

He took another look up and noticed something was off. "Is there a wish missing?"

"You can't be serious, there's over a thousand wishes in here. How could you possibly-"

"No....there is one missing. I can feel it." The king reaffirmed as he slowly raised his hand upwards and called down a couple wishes to him.

The problem was, only one came down; Sakina's. Her wish was the become the best seamstress in Rosas, a wish that was never intended to be granted.

"Where's the old man's wish?" Magnifico growled.

Amaya looked up and realized the man was right. Both of them keep track of their wishes everyday. It was the one job even Flazino wasn't allowed to do. "You mean her grandfather's wish?"

"I always keep those two wishes together, I don't know what happened to...." The king's eyes widened in horror.

He remembered when that pest of a shapeshifter was mocking him yesterday, the star must've been a distraction in order for Asha to get to the wishes.

THOSE BRATS KEEP GETTING IN HIS WAY.

He was tempted to crush Sakina's wish in retaliation, slightly gripping the orb in his hand, but one stern look from his wife told him that it wasn't a good idea.

Magnifico forcibly threw the orb back with the others. He wasn't even trying to hide his anger anymore. If Asha managed to get one wish, how long before she and the star got the rest?

He stomped out of the wishing room, his good mood now dissipated.

Sabor slowly stumbled across the room as he followed Amaya. It was one of his rare moments when he didn't look regal. She looked down, noticed his disoriented appearance and picked him up.

The lynx purred as he relaxed in her arms.

Magnifico rubbed his forehead as he walked back to his study. "We need to find Asha immediately. Everything hinges on her trading the star in for her family and we can't even find her to make the deal. Tonight is the most crucial night of our lives and I refuse to let some peasant girl ruin it!"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that." Amaya chirped as she stroked Sabor's soft fur. "While you were dealing with the Hamlet, I took it upon myself to ask for a little...personal help in finding Asha quickly. And in return, I told them that their entire family's wishes will be granted by you."

Magnifico was suddenly intrigued. "And who might that be? We don't exactly have colleagues here."

"Someone in Rosas whom we can make work to our advantage, and they're more than happy to help our beloved kingdom." Amaya chuckled deviously.

Aaaaaaaaand now we gotta go back to our heroes, and they're having a really hard time taking in everything. 😅

All seven of them started talking at the same time. Gabo and Simon tried to calm the others down, but it was a mixture of panic, excitement and confusion.

Star looked embarrassed as he floated down to Asha. "I freaked them out, didn't I?"

"Ya think?" Asha snapped at him.

"Sorry. I did try to lay low, but the animals were freaking out and I tried to calm them down, then that sneezy guy came in and freaked out and then I freaked out!" The star felt terrible about this. He didn't want to be the reason everything fell apart.

"...You're not angry with me, are you?" Star had the most worrisome eyes.

Asha took a deep breath. "No, I could never be mad at you. We just...need to get them to understand our problem here. It would help if we had more than just two people on our side, but I don't-."

"WHY IS THERE A COW ON THE CEILING?!" Safi screamed as he pointed up to a large cow chewing cud.

"Helllooooooooo!" she mooed.

Asha looked at Star with a stern face. "You need to fix this. Now." Her voice was low and serious.

Star didn't argue. "Got it." In a flash he flew up and tried to pull the cow back to the floor.

Dahlia frantically adjusted her glasses as she got a better look at the star. "Wait, isn't that Cosmo? You never mentioned he had magic!"

Gabo looked at Dahlia confused. "Cosmo? I thought he was just called Star."

Dario scratched his head. "Well, that's not a very creative name. A star called 'Star'?"

Asha had to cut this banter short. She was getting annoyed with most of them already. On top of that, they just insulted her indirectly.

"God, you people are loud...Valentino, shut the door before anyone hears this." Asha gestured to the opening.

Valentino nodded and trotted over to the door, closing it shut with his little hooves. Meanwhile, Star had finally gotten the animals to calm down and was attempting to take away their speaking magic spell. The chickens were protesting against this, though.

"Alright, I'll make this quick. The royals are evil, they're keeping our wishes hostage for power, and we're working together to stop them from destroying more lives." Asha's went through entire thing like ripping off a band aid. "We need your help, Dahlia-"

"And I'd like to add that I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THOSE TWO BEING EVIL THE ENTIRE TIME! You guys owe me an apology." Gabo chimed in with a smug look.

"YOU'RE WHAT NOW?!" Dahlia exclaimed at Asha's "confession".

In the background, Star had finally calmed the animals down and took away their ability to speak. That didn't stop the chickens from running around, with a few of them flying over the teen's heads thanks to the star's magic.

Dario laughed. "This is awesome! Can Star make me fly too?"

Star grabbed one of the frantic chickens in his hands. "I dunno. I never tried it on a human before. But you can be the first one!"

Safi wanted to be happy that his feathered friends could finally fly, but his allergies acting up warned him that this could be trouble. "AAAACHOO!" He sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve. "This is bad, like really bad. Am I the only one who realizes this is gonna end very badly?" He groaned.

Hal scoffed. "Oh come on, Saf. I mean, sure we got a giant glowing guy floating here that can make animals sing and dance."

Safi waited for her to tell the actual good news. "Yes, and?"

"That's... all I got right now, I'm just trying not to have a mental breakdown here." Hal laughed nervously. For the first time her constant upbeat personality was beginning to strain.

"Join the club, I thought I was going insane too." Simon grumbled.

Star noticed that the teens were feeling a bit uncomfortable. His smile started to falter a bit hearing they were freaked out by his presence. He didn't know he'd have that effect on humans too...

"Will you all stop and listen to me? The fate of everyone's lives is at stake and like it or not, I need your help keeping him a secret."

"Th-This is objectively impossible." Dahlia stuttered trying to keep her grip on her crutch. "First you're getting these crazy conspiracy stories from Gabo,"

"Which are all true." Gabo added smugly. Dahlia shot him a look, but it didn't last.

"And now you brought another guy with magic powers–which I remind you is forbidden for anyone else to use magic other than our rulers–to come here here to steal from the King and Queen? How did you even get him here in the first place?"

"She wished for a magical boyfriend to help her take down the monarchy." Gabo once again cut in.

"Would you stop telling people that!" Asha snapped while Star started to glow very brightly.

"That's the one thing that makes sense, actually." Simon chuckled lightly.

"How romantic!" Bazeema's eyes lit up at the mention of a romance. "It's like a fairy tale!"

Gabo scoffed at the shy girl. "Oh, so now you can speak? At least say something important!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Safi stepped in front of Gabo, ready to defend the girl. It was a rare sight to see the teen actually raise his voice.

"Hey, I got a song that could clear things up!" Star chimed in as he started to float in the air!

Dahlia waved her hand. "Please don't, I can't stand singing."

"Wait a minute. You wished on a star, and the star came down....looking like this, right?" Hal gestured to the star's human appearance.

"Yes, finally you're getting it. I know it sounds strange, but its all true. I couldn't have gotten this far without him."

"A follow up question...So if I wish on a star-"

"No." Asha immediately shot that question down in flames.

Hal sensed she hit a nerve. "All right, all right, just curious..." she avoided eye contact with her for a while.

"Look, I need you guys to focus here. The fate of Rosas-"

"Hey, can Star turn into a platypus?" Dario was too excited to even listen about the danger. "I mean, I get if its too hard. I got friends who can do some pretty impressive tricks that would blow your mind." He waa clearly baiting the star to transform for fun.

"Oooooh, is that so?" Star teased, raising an eyebrow.

Asha knew what was coming. "Star, don't-"

"Can your friends do this?" In a flash, he turned into a small yellow platypus on its hind legs. He looked down himself, a bit underwhelmed. "Yeah, I don't know how to work with this one. I mean, its a platypus. They don't do much."

(Thanks to an anonymous ask for suggesting this transformation bit!)

"However!" Star changed into a series of animals both large and small each with a bright flash. once he finished, he turned back to his humanoid form. "Can your friends do that? Bet you ain't never had a friend like me!" He said with a wink.

It suddenly clicked in Dahlia's mind. "That giant elephant was you?!"

"That's so neat! You're like a Fairy Godmother!" Dario exclaimed in genuine joy.

Gabo looked at Dario with the most confused expression imaginable. "....what fairytales are you reading, man?"

The good time was interrupted by a hard knock on the door, getting everyone's attention.

"What's going on in there?" A deep voice boomed on the other side.

Valentino panicked and hid underneath a large pile of hay.

Asha and the star looked at each other. Asha didn't even have to tell Star what to do this time. He turned back into a mouse and hid with Valentino.

"Look, I...we're begging you. You can't tell anyone about us. If that guard finds us, all this will be for nothing." Asha pleaded with them, looking desperate.

Gabo's usual grumpy expression slightly soften seeing their worried faces. He sighed, "Fine. I'll take care of this." the teen pulled out his dagger and marched towards the door.

"GABO NO—" Asha whispered in a panic.

Simon grabbed Gabo by the collar and pulled him away from the door. "Don't even try it, buddy." Simon muttered.

Gabo scowled and folded his arms.

On the other side of the door, the guard was getting more impatient. "That's it, I'm coming in right now!" He put his hand on the door, only to be stopped by Dahlia with a nervous smile on her face as she poked her head outside the doorway.

"No need for that! Sorry about all that noise in there. The animals got spooked a mouse that sneaked in, but everything's settled down now." She did her best to sound calm as she pushed the guard away from the door.

The guard wasn't fully convinced. "Why did it sound like there was someone else in there?"

"AAAACHOO!!" a loud, sort of forced sneeze erupted from behind the door.

"Oh, that's just Safi getting the eggs I needed for the feast tonight!" Dahlia blurted out, then she knocked on the door. "You got those eggs, right Safi?" she raised her voice in a manner to signal the sneezing teen.

On cue, Safi came out with a basket of eggs. "Yep! Nothing out of the ordinary here! Definitely no need to look in there cause all the animals are totally normal! Hehehe..." He wasn't really a good actor. 😅

After a few tense moments the guard finally bought it. "Fine. Just keep your eyes peeled. We can't have anything or anyone disrupting the ceremony tonight."

And with that he walked away and left the two nervous teens alone.

Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief once he was out of sight. "He's gone, guys." she called to the others.

Valentino was the first to peak out, until Simon forcibly pushed the door open. "That was too close." He muttered. "I'll go check to see if there are any more guards."

"So you really think that the royals are using us? Cause I've never actually seen them hurt anyone." Dario asked Asha as the teens left the chicken coop.

"I know it. Star and I faced each of them once and we barely made it out alive. I did manage to get my saba's wish, but I want to restore everyone's."

"Then why do you need Flazino?"

"Cause he's the only one who can get us there safely at this point. All of these guards roaming around, we can't even zip by with Star's speed. Only problem is that he's in the dungeon and I have no idea where it is or how to get there."

"Since when did we get a dungeon? There's no crime here!" Hal questioned.

Dahlia still wasn't convinced, but she tried to rationalize this. "You're really here to steal from them? And you can't just ask Magnifico for them back? I think either of them would understand..."

"Dahlia, what would you do if you found out...the wishes of those you love with all your heart...will never be granted?" Asha asked seriously.

None of the teens had an answer. Most of them haven't even turned 18 yet in order to give the royals their wishes. (Except Gabo, he's never doing it.)

Safi finally spoke up. "I better not regret this. Or I'll turn you in myself for animal endangerment!" He sniffed.

Asha actually felt relief. At least she had more people on her side for a while. Star gave her an encouraging thumbs up.

"Star can free the wishes, but we need to get him to the top without being seen. If it works, we can free the wishes tonight."

"TONIGHT?!" Dahlia exclaimed. She had no idea this was going to happen at the same time as the ceremony.

"Of course, before the royals can take 100 wishes tonight. I just don't know where he's going to get them all. Not to mention he's after Star's magic too."

Dahlia wanted to argue or try to convince Asha to change her mind, but she held back. She never thought reuniting with her childhood friend would turn into a plot to overthrow a kingdom.

Simon came back from checking outside. "All right, the coast is clear. Let's get going."

"I can't believe what I'm getting into..." Dahlia grumbled as she followed Simon. If it wasn't for searching for Flazino and proving he was okay, this wouldn't be joining in this.

The dopey teen wanted to lighten things up with some introductions. "By the way, I'm Dario!"

Star greeted him with a hug. "Nice to meet a new friend!" He exclaimed.

"Ah-hyuck, love this guy!" Dario cheered as he hugged the star back.

"'Friend' is kind of pushing it..." Asha muttered.

"Hey, I want some that!" Hal laughed. "I'm Hal!" She spread her arms wide.

"Bazeema...and that's Safi." the shy girl whispered as she pointed to the boy behind her.

Star scooped up both girls in his arms as he hugged them. Hal was glad to have someone else be the cheerful one other than herself, while Bazeema slowly warmed up to his embrace.

Safi looked nervous even looking at Star. He slowly raised his hand for a handshake, but the star went for his usual friendly hug greeting.

"AAAACHOOO!" Safi sneezed right into the star's face. Luckily his eyes were closed.

"Don't tell me you're allergic to stardust..." Asha lightly joked.

"I'm so sorry..." Safi replied sheepishly.

It didn't seem to bother the star as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "No worries! Stars don't get sick, I think. Although I did go through a 'new moon' phase for a month once. I freaked my mom out with how emotional I got all the time."

"If you get this guy sick, I swear you'll be the first one to get thrown in the dungeon!" Gabo pointed his dagger at Safi's big nose.

Safi got a bit scared and hid behind Bazeema.

Hal stepped in and gently pushed the two towards the entrance. "Come on, you two. Let's get going before Gabo stabs somebody. Guy's got bite to him, I'll give him that!" She joked.

Just as Gabo put his dagger away, he could feel something rubbing against his leg. He looked down and saw Valentino looking up at him with big eyes.

"You really want to come with me, little guy?" Gabo asked.

"Maaah!" Valentino nodded happily.

Gabo picked up the goat in his arms, making Valentino gently purr. The grumpy teen would never admit it out loud, but it was nice that an animal was happy with him for once.

Bazeema was slightly jealous he got to carry Valentino, but the little goat was happy and that's what mattered more to her.

"So, you sure you two can save everyone's wishes tonight? I mean, this is all starting to get pretty crowded." Gabo couldn't believe he was saying this. And he's been dreaming of overthrowing the monarchy for years!

"We can and we will." Asha replied. "Tonight, everything changes. I promise that."

Gabo couldn't help but think of Asha's words sounding like something from a storybook. "Whatever you say, princess."

"Hey, I'm not a princess!" She kind of assumed he was teasing her again.

"If you wear a dress and have an animal sidekick, you're a princess, sister!" He snickered as he walked off.

Asha sighed. He could really be annoying sometimes.

Star noticed her stressing a bit and gently put his arm around her shoulder. This caught her by surprise as she turned and saw the star was very close to her face.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, you've always been a princess to me." He gave her a wink before turning into his mouse form and climbing back under her hood.

For a moment, Asha could feel her chest tighten when he said that. She's been focused on almost nothing but freeing the wishes and helping her family be free. Recently though, half her thoughts had been on Star without even trying.

She had never really been interested in romance for herself (unlike her saba), but now part of her thought what would happen to him after this whole adventure was over. Asha had originally wanted to write him off as a weird dream back in the forest, and now it was getting harder to see herself without him.

Asha's heart picked the worst possible time to start developing feelings...

Once they were outside and into the heart of the city, Dario turned and faced the group.

"Hey, we need a secret code to signal each other. You know, in case we get lost or something." He rubbed his hand on his chin for a moment, then his eyes brightened. "How about, 🎶Heigh Ho!🎶

All the teens looked at him as if he had two heads.

Gabo rolled his eyes. "That will never catch on, mark my words." He replied in a dry tone as a passed the tall teen.

"Is it that bad?" Dario questioned as he followed the rest of the group.

Asha just shook her head. These guys were a handful, especially when you put them all together. But strangely, she didn't mind being a part of a group for once. At least she had more people to talk to.

Hal grabbed Asha's arm and pulled her more towards outside. "Come on, while we look for a way to this 'dungeon' we apparently have, allow me to show you the good parts of Rosas!" she winked.

"...There are good parts?" Asha questioned. She seriously doubted that.

The group finally headed outside, but first they had to make their way through this sea of people that were out and about.

Dahlia looked up at the king and queen's statues, which now had a large purple purple banner hanging over it. The words "100 Wish Celebration" were embroidered in gold.

The whole city was looking forward to this ceremony, and Magnifico and Amaya had worked hard to provide the people a safe and prosperous kingdom for everyone. This event is supposed to bring ease, but the young baker was more nervous than ever. Were the things Asha said about the royals true? Or was she being tricked?

"Dahlia!" Hal's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "You coming with us, right?" The others were already ahead of them, making sure Asha was surrounded enough to not be seen easily.

The girl hesitated, then nervously answered. "Sure...I'm coming."

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FINAL THOUGHTS

Happy New Year, everyone! As you can see, I'm still going strong writing this! I wanted to take a break to be with family, but I still loved seeing the "Wishmas" content!

So now that the whole team is together, the next step is to find Flazino and get his help for a spell to free the wishes. However, its not going to be easy now that the royals are practically breathing down their necks. And in the next couple chapters, the traitor will finally be revealed, and I'm really excited to show it soon. I've been holding this secret for nearly the entire time of writing this! As long as you don't hate me for the reveal. 😅 Until then, I hope you enjoy seeing the teens banter in here, I wanted it to still be comedic and mostly important. And now Asha can actually get to know the teens and develop a bond with them.

As for the royals themselves, I wanted them to be really on the heels of our heroes, but not ahead all the time. Most villains (if they have them) from Disney are usually these ridiculously omnipotent people that's always ahead of the heroes. They can't be tricked, they know all the secrets, they find the heroes easily, ect, ect. So for this rewrite, I wanted the king and queen to have some flaws despite all their power and cunning. Sometimes Magnifico is outsmarted (which he hates) and sometimes Amaya's tricks don't work. (which will come up in the next chapters) Even Sabor isn't perfect!

Also we're seeing more of Asha and Star getting closer. Mainly Asha's crush on Star is beginning to turn into something deeper, which is why she's getting a little flustered around him. Star does feel the same, he's just not fully aware of his own feelings yet. (That comes soon though!) I always see Starboys get a crush on Asha pretty quickly in other rewrites, but I rarely see it in reverse. So I thought it would be fun to see WG!Asha start having the crush first, and for such a simple but important reason to her.

There's going to be at least one more break from writing the story, I really want to get more extra stuff out (redesigns, Lore part 2, the teaser poster) and because I have no idea what to name the rest of the chapters. 😂 The only one I have is the final chapter, "A Wish Worth Making" for obvious reasons. But I promise I'll keep up with everyone else's rewrites too!

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[fishsticksloser]

Harvey SFW HCs

Warnings: opinions, slight spoilers (8th heart event)

A/N: My sister loves Harvey, so... I've learned a lot about him... And I married him in a playthrough. He's so cute.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first he's super shy, soft brushes, lots of blushes

And fumbling over his words

But he's so affectionate

Caring for their healthy, holding hands, etc

The most he'll do in public is kiss his partner's cheek which leaves him a flustered mess

He normally shows his affection with physical touch and acts of service, words of affirmation is a very close third

Very very close

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't really have a favorite body part on himself

He doesn't really think much of his body...

Maybe his heart? How much he cares?

On his partner, he loves their arms

Being a farmer, they're pretty strong

Plus he loves being held

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles

He loves being close to his partner

He loves any position, any way his partner is close to him

Harvey just loves feeling his partner in his arms

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Harvey isn't really a cook

He normally eats microwavable meals

So he really can't cook, but he is very clean

He always cleans

He is very organized

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He is so gentle

He's methodical, giving a well thought out speech

He has reasons and tries to make sure his partner knows that he'll always be there for them

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He wants commitment, but he feels like with his job, that's not possible

He works every day in case some one needs him

It's stressful and fills him with anxiety, trying to balance a relationship and his work

But he wants to get married

It'll be a few years before he proposes or wants to be proposed to, but... Marriage is definitely on his list of wants

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's almost too gentle

It's just his personality, but also he's just scared of hurting his partner

He give gentle touches, gentle kisses, and soft words

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Harvey isn't the biggest fan of hugs, but he does give them fairly often

However, his hugs are warm and tight

He normally gives them if someone needs comfort

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it on accident a few month in

It was a spur of the moment thing

He covers his mouth after he says it, staring at his partner with wide eyes

Of course he means it, but he had a big plan

Now it's ruined all because his mouth moved faster than his brain

Still... It's special in it's own way

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn't really get jealous, he gets more insecure

His partner deserves better

Maybe Elliott would be a better option since he's romantic and attractive

Maybe someone not in Pelican Town

They deserve better is all he thinks

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are soft and short normally

He doesn't really like long kisses since they feel a bit overwhelming for him

Not that he doesn't sometimes give long kisses, but their few and far between

He loves being kissed all over his face

Harvey loves to kiss his partner's face and arms

He loves showering them with affection

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's so good with children

He comforts them, he can help through the tantrums

He is a very calm person

So children are not a problem

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is up at 5am

Even though the clinic doesn't open until 9am, he still has to make sure everything is sterile and clean

He takes about an hour to just relax and read

Then he heads to the clinic

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He is a man who goes to bed pretty early

He normally goes to bed around 9pm

He has a routine

Trying to communicate with planes, read, dinner, shower, bed

It's simple, but he enjoys his routine

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's pretty shy at first, hiding a lot

But as he gets more comfortable, he shares a lot more

Favorite color and more simple things come first

But then he shares his dreams, his passions

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He can be, but normally isn't easily angered

Harvey is very intelligent, but he can get very very angry if anyone calls or acts like he's stupid

He hates it

But he doesn't get angry often

When he does get angry, he often times shuts down or snaps

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything

Every detail

It's fairly easy for him since he has a very very good memory

Not a photographic memory, but no one would be surprised if he did

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss

How soft it was, how it instantly calmed his racing heart

He was so scared, trying to make this a good date

Then his partner kissed him and he just felt his fear just melt away

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's fairly protective

He always tries to keep his partner healthy

Harvey isn't violent and he isn't one to protect physically unless absolutely necessary

He doesn't really like to be protected

He doesn't think he needs it

But he wouldn't be upset if his partner does

Just... Don't get hurt

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He plans every detail

Not just of daily tasks

But dates and anniversaries as well

He always plans everything ahead of time

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He often doubts himself

Harvey doesn't really view himself as very useful or wanted

The clinic is in the red

Clearly the town doesn't need him, right?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He's not overly concerned

Unless going on a date or anniversaries

He always tries to look his best for his partner

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He feels pretty normal

An empty feeling in his gut, but that was normal before his partner came to the town

So he just goes back to his normal business

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He messes with his mustache when he's nervous

He'll twist the ends and stroke them

Harvey doesn't really know when it started, but he can't give it up

He does it a lot more when he has to give bad news

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Don't put people down

He hates how many people look down at the singles in the town

Especially Sebastian and Shane

Both have been through a lot and he always tries to be a safe space

Also take care of themself

If they can't do that, it stresses him out

And he doesn't want to be a caretaker

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has to have a fan on

Blowing on him and it has to be on the highest setting

It also has to be fairly loud

It makes him feel calm and helps him fall asleep so much faster

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you Ko-fi sentences for @beatrice-otter; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

“Um, can we maybe sit for a bit?” Billy suggests, gesturing towards the bean bag chairs. They look comfier than the couch to him. Which is saying something, because the couch looks really comfy. “I wanna tell you something before you decide if you wanna stay here. Well, there’s a few things we should talk about before you decide that, probably? But this one’s kinda the weirdest one.” 

“. . . fine,” Superboy says warily, and they both sit on the bean bags. Superboy looks a little bewildered by them; Billy represses another wince. Maybe Cadmus didn’t teach him about bean bag chairs? 

That sucks, if they didn’t. 

Well, at least Superboy didn't say “no” this time. Although Billy hopes Superboy saying “fine” doesn't actually mean “no”, now that he's thinking of it, because that'd be–

Yeah, okay, Billy needs to not second-guess literally everything Superboy says, so they're definitely gonna have to have the “no” talk ASAP. 

“Okay, cool,” Billy says as he settles in carefully on his own bean bag, which is a little awkward because he’s about twice the size he was the last time he sat on one, but he figures it out eventually. This is a weird conversation to have, definitely, but it’s not really . . . like, it’d be bad to lie to Superboy about this, even if he’s gonna keep lying to the Justice League, so . . . well, lying to his co-workers isn’t like lying to his kid, he thinks. Like–it’s definitely not. “Okay, so the thing is, uh, to be totally honest here I'm actually only like twelve years older than you, so I know this whole situation is a liiiiittle weird, but I think it'll be great! And I've really only been doing the superhero thing for a couple of years myself but I can definitely still help you with your powers and with learning how to get along with normal humans and that kind of stuff!” 

Superboy stares at him in bemusement. Billy has to repress a wince again. Bemused staring is . . . not great. Though it could be worse, really. 

“. . . wait, are you human?” Superboy asks with a slow frown. “You don't look human. You don't have pores or any variation in skin pigmentation and your face is perfectly symmetrical. And your irises don't have spokes.” 

“Uh, well, technically I'm human but, uh, please don't tell anybody cuz I reaaaaally don't wanna explain that to the Justice League,” Billy says, wincing after all, and then adds in a mutter, “At least not any time in the next six years, anyway.” 

“Okay,” Superboy says, sounding skeptical. But he doesn’t sound mad or weirded out, so . . . that’s a good sign, right? Billy thinks that’s a good sign. So–good! That’s good, that Superboy isn’t immediately freaked out by him only being twelve or walking straight out the door. Like, that’s a relief. So this is going great so far! 

“. . . you’re really only twelve years older than me?” Superboy asks, his frown deepening a little as he looks Billy over. Billy grins sheepishly. He’d show him, obviously, but he’s pretty sure Batman’s surveilling the apartment at least a little bit while they settle in and he doesn’t want him seeing the lightning hit, sooooo . . . yeah, not right now. 

Anyway, if he’s being a dad he should be dad-shaped, right? Being dad-shaped is better! And like this he’s big enough to hug Superboy really good and maybe carry him around and stuff like that, and he knows most little kids like being carried, and . . . well, his dad always did that kind of stuff for him, so . . .

He just wants to be a good dad. His was . . . his was really great, and Superboy should get to have a great dad too. 

“Um, yeah, but please don't tell anyone that either, the League would be so freaking weird about it,” Billy says, still sheepish.

“. . . sure,” Superboy says, still frowning a little. Billy beams at him. This is going really good, yeah! Well, Superboy’s gotta be used to weird age-related stuff, considering he’s technically a baby himself but also “old” enough to understand a lot more than a regular baby would be able to. So yeah, that’s pretty helpful. 

Awesome.

[woshi-liu]

Ratiorine fake-dating WIP—

“Well, on the bright side for you, we might not even need to go so far. But you're aware of where I draw the line, and I know to give you a heads up. So why don't we get our first kiss out of the way now, hm? Tear off the proverbial band aid, as it were.” It's meant as a partial joke — partial in the way that he can leave his foundational walls standing tall in the case of rejection. A feat that does not come. Ratio straightens beside him, searching his face, the path of his gaze non-linear. “Very well.” “I'll make it quick,” Aventurine promises, mostly to himself. Out of all of the sorry sad-sacks he'd fumbled with previously, none have been half as unreadable as Ratio. He supposes the doctor always had been one of his riskiest gambles.  Bringing his hand to cup the back of Ratio’s neck, he's surprised to be met with no resistance. On the contrary, in fact. He's met halfway. Aventurine is, self-proclaimed, a fantastic kisser. He's nothing if not enthusiastic, with an oral fixation to boot. But even here, it starts off a little clumsy; a little bit askew. On the second go, he tilts his head, exhales slowly, parting his lips, and — oh, he thinks, there we go. Ratio's mouth is warm, soft, and surprisingly pliant — and then it's surprisingly open. A willing participant. He's thorough, too, his hand moving to settle upon Aventurine's knee, lashes fluttering like dainty feathers against his cheek.  He tastes a little like the lingering last dregs of tea from earlier, his tongue tentative and fleeting. Aventurine goes to make chase, just to see it linger a few moments too long – to scratch a strange carnal itch for connection under the guise of meagre practice. But as much as it contradicts his baser impulse for mindless risks, he pushes his luck no further than this. But ‘quick’, be damned, because when they do eventually part, it's with a gasp for breath, a few moments spent bumping noses. A little lightheaded, Aventurine finds Ratio staring back at him, lips parted and kissed pink. It's problematic, Aventurine quickly realises – this unbecoming want for more. He never wants more; never lingers for long enough to savour the taste of it. Men are often selfish, insatiable beasts that only want to take from a Sigonian thrall – to bask in the allure of his eyes and to make him squirm. Although, he supposes he's not exactly in the business of kissing… direct acquaintances? … Friends?  Eh, it'll be tomorrow's problem.  “See?” He says, half laughing, half with the wind knocked out of him. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” That seems to be the moment Ratio comes back to his senses. With one final squeeze of Aventurine's knee, a gesture that says something, something silent and yet so stark, he re-establishes their distance.  “I never said I'd deem it to be bad,” he murmurs, gaze averted, absentmindedly wetting his lips. “Once again, I knew well enough what this mission would entail, idiot. Or do you think me dense enough to allow that vital detail to escape me?” Ah, so back to normal it is then. Good. That puts that particular concern at ease. “Ha ha. Well, there's more where that came from.” It's supposed to be in jest – mindless flirting – and yet it's spoken with the sincerity of an optimist. Sue him, it was nice, even if just for the moment. “So, how about it, hm? Shall we get this show on the road?” Smoothing down the adornments of his outer robe as if shaking off a whit of dust, Ratio stands. “Get dressed first, and then we'll take our leave.”

[itsgrimeytime]

The Nurse (Part Thirteen) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: mentions of death, survival instinct, injury pain, gun violence (just violence in general), gunshot wounds, swearing, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: Short chapter but the next few may be much longer, bc we're prepping for the sequel: The Lover. Hope you enjoy lovelies !! Thanks for reading !!!]]

"You doing alright?"

You startled for a moment, hovering over the chopped tomatoes -Carol needed help with dinner, you needed to use your arm. It worked out. You hadn't even realized you zoned out, the tomatoes laid out in front of you, and the knife raised to start chopping into the next one.

The juice was all over your hands, and it just felt a bit like... like at the hospital. And... And when-

You dropped the knife.

"Y/N?" She was now turned fully toward you, hip popped out and head tilted to the right -looking at you, "-I asked if everything was alright?"

"What?" You cleared your throat, blinking to get some of the blurriness out of your eyes, "-Yeah, I'm. I'm fine, really, I just need to-"

"Take a break, hun," she hummed, all syrupy sweet, but her eyes were rather serious. If you didn't go, she'd make you, "-I can handle it for now, go see loverboy."

You laughed, "Loverboy?"

Carol neatly continued, as if you hadn't spoken a word, "And do me a favor?"

"Of course," you answered, on your feet and ready to exit -eager to help.

"Talk to him," she spoke, frankly, "-he's worried about you. We all are. Just-"

You frowned.

"Talk to him, please."

Your walk felt short. You knew it wasn't realistic, you knew that the walk out to the farm was longer but everything felt a tick off. Everything felt like it was so fast around you -your heart pounding out of your chest loud and clear in your ears.

It was all you could focus on.

"Hey, sweetheart," Rick appeared in front of you, smile big and something in you softened, "-whatcha visitin' me for?"

And then he seemed to pause, blue eyes settling on you in a manner that felt curious -like he was seeing something new. Something he hadn't before.

"Gimme just a second, baby," he whispered to you, meeting your eyes, "-wait right here."

Your lips moved before you could think about it, rehearsed, "O-Okay."

He looked at you for a moment, concern sweeping over his eyebrows, "You wanna come with me? It'll take just a second."

"Yes, please," you murmured out, "-with you, it's... I know it's safe."

"Go," Hershel spoke, suddenly interjecting -you were a little embarrassed he had heard, "-I can finish up out 'ere."

And normally, you thought Rick would've lingered, finishing up a few things before setting off. But this time, with you holding his hand as your life depended on it, he made a quick decision.

He merely wrapped his fingers tightly around yours, squeezing and guiding you back to the cell. His cell.

Like he knew it would best calm you, since he was your home now, and something in you softened even more. Your eyes were starting to get foggy, as he gently sat you on the bed -decidedly kneeling just in front of you, holding your interlaced hands on your lap. You sink into the bed, and the smell- it smelt like Rick all around you.

You wondered distantly if it would be too much.

"Alright," he spoke, softly, and taking his freehand to guide your eyes to his, "-I ain't gonna push ya, you know that. But-"

You tightened your grip on his hand, brushing your fingers along the back of it -a combination of the turmoil deep in your stomach. You thought for a second you couldn't.

"Take your time, darlin'," he hummed, brushing his fingers along your jawline, "-I ain't got anywhere to be."

You laughed, a sort of wet laugh as you wiped at your eyes, "You so do."

"Not when you're upset," he corrected, tilting to match your eyes, "-nothing else matters, ya know that?"

You sighed, pulling both your hands to your face (which included his own), and covered your eyes, embarrassment burning at your cheeks, "It's just... I didn't. I didn't want you to worry."

"I'm always gonna worry."

"Rick," you echoed.

"No, I-" he started but seemed to recenter himself, quiet and soft, "-I love you that makes ya somebody to worry about forever for me."

On instinct, you responded, "I love you too. It's just- It feels. I just want to forget it."

"I know ya do," he hummed, "-I wish I could make it better for ya. I wish I could take the... the pain just so you would feel better.

"Rick," you echoed, unlatching your hand and cupping his cheeks -tender and focused, "-you make it better just by being here, I swear. You don't... I can bear this, as long as you're okay, as long as I know you are."

"Promise me somethin'?" he muttered, eyes fluttering over your face, "-even if I'm not..."

"Rick, don't-"

"Even if ya don't know if I'm safe, or... or alive, stay safe. Just- Just on the off chance I'm alive, take care of yourself."

"Rick," you frowned, choking back tears.

"Hey, hey, don't cry darlin'," he whispered, taking his hands and wiping them away, "-I just need to make sure. I can't... I can't let you sacrifice yourself again for me."

"Okay," you sniffled, eyes matching his blue ones, "-okay. I will, I promise. And you- you do the same okay? If you can't find me-"

He stiffened under your touch -jaw clenched, but you kept speaking.

"-keep going."

He didn't say anything really, just pulled you to his chest and held you there -safe and surrounded by Rick. Lips dancing along your hair, you breathed in his scent and cried (just a little) into his shoulder.

"I'd never stop," he suddenly spoke, and you startled for a moment, "-I'd never stop lookin' for you."

Your heart beat faster in your chest then, as you whispered to yourself, "I know, Rick, I know."