#watch it. and talk to me about it PLEASEEEEEEE PLEASE

[lizzypuppet1711]

things about toronto’s production of the great comet at crow’s theatre/musical stage co that i need everyone to know about because i am obsessed with this show.

as of writing i have seen this show five times.

very long under the cut:

full cast listed here. at time of writing, donna garner replaces louise pitre as marya, tyler pearse replaces lawrence libor as dolokhov, and ben carlson replaces marcus nance as andrey/bolkonsky. currently i’ve seen the og cast four times and the replacements once.

the stage is set up with seats on three out of four sides, with front rows at tables, back of house left and right sides at barstools, and a small balcony with some seats on house right. there are balconies on either side, with a revolving platform in the middle of the stage (revolving by being pushed by cast members or stagehands). seats around 200 people or so.

the actors are EVERYWHERE. it is so incredibly immersive

the music is very punchy

during prologue, everyone is taking shots as they’re introduced, except dolokhov, who drinks straight from the bottle and sprays it into the air

i’m a dolokhov girlie through and through and once he nodded hello at me during the prologue and i legit swooned

mary is walking around holding a program showing off the family tree, actors will point to them on tables etc

once anatole pointed at his face on it, pointed to himself, all in a very flirty manner

he winked at me during prologue once and i’m still thinking about it

evan buliung is acting his ass off as pierre

he is definitely is more gruff and acting focused (think dave malloy over josh groban)

at “hours at my screen”, pierre takes an audience member’s phone (from one of the tables… or once out of someone’s hands LMAO) and mimes tapping, scrolling through it etc

two stagehands move things on and offstage (such as the sofa, church props etc) and they are also in little costumes. it’s very adorable

dolokhov’s little soldier walk thing??? during moscow????? i’m sure there’s a reason for it bc both of them do it but i have no clue why it’s there???? love it tho

heeyun park as mary is also acting her damn heart out

private and intimate life has a faster tempo and is SUCH a banger as a result

an audience member gets briefly pulled up on the platform to be the cheap french thing, he typically kisses up their arm, hugs them, and sometimes sits on their lap a bit

pierre is playing the tambourine in the background during natasha and bolkonskys and it is honestly kind of funny

hailey gillis plays natasha very emotional and headstrong. her no one else has a sense of urgency, desperation, and deep longing

the platform is spinning and people are walking around and she is singing like an angel…

basically i want to be hailey gillis when i grow up

actors are rotating the platform during no one else and it ends with andrey standing behind her and pierre standing in front of her. no one talk to me i’m losing it

as the run has continued, dolokhov’s adlibs during his intro in the opera have increased drastically

lawrence libor as dolokhov had such an air and presence (rizz?) about himself i cannot DESCRIBE. the comphet he gave me… i miss him v much. he was also very much giving toronto mans. and he made SO MUCH eye contact. he loves to look at you. i miss him. i need him. who said that

tumblr theatre girlies you would go insane over lawrence libor. if this show had ANY b roll footage i know i would be seeing edits all over the place

i am president of the lawrence libor fan club and everyone should join me

tyler pearse as dolokhov has heavy frat boy energy. he is also gayer, and somehow, sluttier. gives short king energy despite only being an inch shorter than lawrence (apparently)??? don’t ask bc i don’t know either he just does. anyway thank u tyler pearse for making dolokhov bisexual for real

either way dolokhov is doing SO MUCH in this production. he is wild he is a whirling dervish he is arrogant he is a bastard he is everything to me

“YEAH BABEY LETS GOOOOOOO” -lawrence libor as dolokhov, upon his entrance

in one performance he would go YEAH BABEY three separate times in act 1. yeahh

flirting with a girl in the balcony, dabbing up a guy in the balcony, generally being hilarious

and tyler pearse leaning over the balcony, rose in his mouth, wolf howling… i can’t.

basically i can’t with this production’s dolokhov. i’m obsessed

anatole’s entrance… he’s a whore. all i can say

rita dottor (ensemble) does the high soprano bravooooooo and she always sounds so fantastic. live laugh love rita dottor

george krissa, who plays anatole, is probably the most attractive man in ontario. like if you googled hot guy he would be the first result.

“where did they find this anatole. was he made in a lab or something. he was perfect” — my friend after seeing it

tumblr theatre girlies you would also be obsessed with george krissa. like jeremy jordan andrew rannells level obsessed. please love these toronto actors with me

i’d let him ruin my life ANY DAY. it is a fact that lesbians love george krissa. i hope he knows

the way he plays it… my friend described it like “lucas steele is like an alien david bowie, and george krissa is a bridgerton man. just a very charismatic, but normal, guy”

while i would say that lucas steele’s anatole believes he is truly in love with natasha, i would not say the same for george krissa’s. some of the manipulation happening here during the opera is. quite clear

when he is entering the box natasha struggles to open her fan, fans herself frantically, under the arms etc. then when he enters immediately shifts to fanning in a cool and collected manner. hailey gillis master of comedy

“we are speaking of most ordinary things” is especially like. this is a male manipulator if i’ve ever seen one

natasha lost was added back in!! fantastic obviously

anatole checking his hair in the mirror before waking pierre up. fucker

“look dolokhov’s coming around… and we’re off to the CLEURB”

brendan wall (ensemble) walking around during the club scene with a glowstick necklace on is peak comedy to me

i’ve said it but tyler’s dolokhov is an absolute slut at this scene. and for what AND FOR WHAT!!!!

also fun tidbit but all the glasses (other than shots) and any clear bottles have real liquid in them. i am very concerned something will spill one day

when dolokhov gets right up in the audience’s face during “known only to his intimates” i LOVE it idk

during the duel, marya and rita steal off to house left directly beside the barstools and chatter about how bad of an idea this is, they’re so drunk, etc

special shout out to divine’s “he will kill you STOOPID HUSBAND” so good

dolokhov’s adlibs during the duel… i need him. sorry

dolokhov gets shot in the side rather than his shoulder, and unceremoniously rolls off the platform as it’s moving. looks painful

hélène screams when dolokhov is shot but not pierre. so much to think about here

a life changing dust and ashes from evan. i can’t describe anything more just that he’s incredible. i’ve learned so much about acting just by watching him a few times

natasha’s face at “am i guilty…” breaks my heart she is so tormented

we are canadians we are going to pronounce our french correctly! no more charmantay

hélène has started adding some very fun runs into charming as the run has gone on. divine brown marry me

anatole is shirtless during charming. btw.

again i know he’s gay and i’m gay but.

the entirety of this rendition of the ball has been stuck in my head since december

his “don’t lower your eyes i love you” that whole section is delicious i want to eat his voice

plus “BEWITCHING AND I LOVE YOUUU” UGHHH such an ear worm but only when it’s their voices

the choreo going on here is very nice btw

i love the way he says natalie at this part idk. it’s not overly enunciated and the vowel is just right <— vocal nerd

the kiss feels like it lasts forever

music gets very very loud at the end and you can feel it in your skin

also fun fact the house music before and after the show is orchestral but during intermission it’s electronic. bc. anatole. gah details

when marcus was still in the cast you could really hear his voice during letters and it sounded sooooo.

dolokhov’s stupid little thumbs up to indicate he will be ok. pleaseee. i laughed i did

generally lawrence would grab at the place he was shot at a lot; while pushing the revolve etc. loved that detail. (tyler does too but less so)

sonya and natasha just sounds so great. like they just always sound fantastic i love that song

sonya alone. yes i am weeping. yes camille eanga-selenge is everything i want to be and more. she’s phenomenal

dolokhov sitting in a big fuckin chair at the beginning of preparations just absolutely clearly regretting every decision he’s made to facilitate this. is great.

i know i keep talking abt lawrence libor but the image of him at this part is just. really great. to me. sorry

very campy and exaggerated scowling and grimacing from anatole

dolokhov is so sick of anatole’s shit

“here feel how it beats” is NOT entertained he pushes him back immediately

lawrence dolokhov’s “dawdling” business was him tuning his guitar i miss musician dolokhov sooooo much gah

balaga truly does not sing any of his lines. he is basically yelling the entire time. i don’t know how he does it. it’s chaotic and hilarious and so fun

sonya and mary hand out the egg shakers on house right and left respectfully

near the end of balaga, four audience members are brought up to dance with the cast! (i got to dance with mary once!)

dolokhov writhing on the floor during anatole’s long held note thank u

during the goodbye section, anatole comes around to said audience members and interacts with them; dancing with them, booping them on the nose etc, and at “kiss me one last time”, invites a lucky audience member to kiss his cheek. (this once, was me. yup. still processing it.)

once he accidentally knocked someone’s egg shaker from their hand, dolokhov picked it up, laughed, gave it a shake, and handed it back, and yes i’m still thinking about it

when they sit down, balaga and dolokhov will sit on the house right stairs, though once there was an empty seat nearby so dolokhov wedged his way in between two people, guitar and all. so fucking good

anatole will squeeze himself between two audience members on house left, put an arm around each, and look around at everyone sitting in that area, out into the audience, etc. if one is going to make eye contact with him, it is now

once he threw his head back to look at the people behind him, and someone, at the speed of light, took their phone out and snapped a picture of his upside down head. i scream laughed

lawrence’s BETRAYED BETRAYEDDDD was sooooo good. so so so good

hailey gillis is an absolute powerhouse during in my house

usually when “natasha’s whole body shook” she falls to the ground silently but last time i went she YELLED and i gasped so loud

at “i have refused him” louise would go NO in shock and i FREAK OUT ABOUT IT.

and i loved her “what then? would that be alright???”

“NATASHA CRIED OUT! GO AWAY! GO AWAY YOU ALL HATE AND DESPISE ME” sounds SO FUCKING GOOD!!! I LOVE YOU HAILEY GILLIS

when the call to pierre music starts i always get goosebumps

the fight choreo when pierre grabs anatole by the collar is very good

if we’re comparing to broadway, it feels less like anatole’s life is in danger here but like i’m not upset about it

at this point anatole does not seem sad or upset to me more just. pissed off that it didn’t go his way. like annoyed

as anatole leaves during pierre and anatole the staging has him stepping around/over natasha as she is choking from the arsenic and it is such a. show of his shallowness

his petersburg note is fantastic obviously. live laugh love george krissa

marcus nance (andrey) has such a deep and beautiful legit singing voice. it’s sooo gorgeous. any word that raises against marcus nance will fall.

I MISS HIMMMM ok sorry.

i am more sympathetic to ben carlson’s andrey, however. marcus was Incredibly stoic ben has a bit more emotion to him i think

i could swear sometimes hailey is actually crying during pierre and natasha

her “pytor kirillovich” sounds so tiny and fragile ugh my heart breaks

and his “…pierre” is so assuring AUGHH

it’s such a beautiful scene obviously. i love the two of them so damn much i hope only good things happen to them forever

“it was clear and cold” also. chills EVERY TIME

“having traced its parabola” and “like an arrow piercing the earth” hit me so hard i cannot explain

genuinely evan buliung gives the most effective inspiring fantastic mind blowing performance i maybe have ever seen on stage. he is such an incredible actor and he inspires me beyond belief

the end when the lights get really really bright and then fade out. god. so simple and so fucking beautiful

now this post is very long. thank u for reading it all if you did! (will update after seeing it more times if there’s things to say!!)

if you’re anywhere near toronto i BEG of you to go see it!! it’s closing march 24th :(( so if you get the chance i deeply implore you. beg borrow or steal a ticket just get there! best comet production ever in my biased opinion :)

[hannah-h-pleb]

HANNAH PLEASEEEEEEE

Eric bragging to his friends about how loud you are in bed and how pretty you look when you’re crying from just his tongue. Literally none of them believe him, even Kenny is skeptical 💀💀

Because like, Cartman? Eric Cartman who’s not shit in bed??? Eric Cartman who’s slept with his gf??? They simply don’t believe it and it’s just him desperately trying to convince them for a sec

Harley you’re a genius. I’m sorry it took so long to get to this. But since I’m feeling extra silly let’s really talk about it

Gonna write these as headcanons but who knows, maybe I’ll write a blurb about it 🤭

Eric Cartman x Reader: Bragging to His Friends About You

Content Advisory: Smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (think “college AU”)

When you and Eric first got together, everyone immediately assumed he was going to be abusive towards you the same way he was with Heidi back in the day. Miraculously this claim was proven to be false as they watched Eric treat you with actual respect, although there were some that still claimed it was “fake” or that he was just “manipulating you”. Therefore another claim was made about you and Eric…”Their sex life must be horrible!” “There’s no way she actually sleeps with him” “I bet he has a tiny dick”

Even Eric’s closest friends, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, all had their doubts about Eric’s performance in bed. They pinned him as one of those guys who brags about the size of his dick when in reality, it’s not that big. Therefore, they found it really hard to believe that Eric could actually successfully please his girlfriend in bed

Plot twist….he really does…and nobody believes it. But you on the other hand, you’ve experienced it…..

Eric was never one to coddle you in bed. He wasn’t one of those “soft and sweet” boys in the bedroom. When you guys do it, it’s rough, primal, and downright kinky. Eric was pleasantly surprised to find out that you actually enjoyed how rough he was and it only agged him on to give it to you harder. He could be kind to you of course, but when he gets you alone it’s a completely different story

He’s mean. He does one of two things while eating you out: He edges you on his tongue, or he continues to eat you out after you orgasm to overstimulate you. No matter which option he chooses, he aims to make you cry on his tongue whether it be by begging him to let you cum or begging him to stop because “it’s too much”

He would also make you ride his face as he eats you out. This way he could grip your thighs and hold you down on his face while he edges or overstimulates you to his hearts content

Eric is almost always in control and he wants you to know that. He controls your orgasms, he owns your body, he will fuck you as hard he was wants, use whatever toys he wants, and you don’t get a say in any of it. To some, this seems cruel, but to you the feeling of being utterly powerless under Eric and letting him hold all the cards is just so hot. Plus this man loves control so he thrives on making you a needy mess for him

He wants you to beg for what you want. In fact, he wants you to prove how much you want his cock by making you ride one of his dildos before giving you his cock. “Prove it. Prove to me how bad you want this cock. Go on, show me that you’re a good whore and maybe I’ll give it to you”

And when he finally fucks you he shows no mercy. He manhandles you, forcing you down into a mating press and fucking you as hard as he wants. Or, he bends you over and fucks you into the mattress while pulling on your hair, smacking your ass, or digging his nails into your skin. Even if you’ve came for him once or twice already, it’s not over until he says it is or until he gets tired

He has surprisingly good stamina though. The adrenaline rush he gets from the control he holds over you is enough motivation for him to keep going until he can’t. Once again, if he’s not making you cry, he’s far from finished

Your crying and sobbing only turns him on more. It’s the POWER he loves. Knowing he’s the one who can bring you so much pleasure that you start to cry is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot

Oh, and then there’s the name calling and the mocking. He WILL call you names, he will mock you for being a “needy little slut” for him, and he just loves it

Now imagine him sitting at lunch bragging about all of this to his friends. He doesn’t spare any details either. He tell them everything, how you cry and beg him to fuck you, how he licks the tears off your face, the marks he leaves on your ass, everything

And do his friends believe him….of course not. Because why would CARTMAN of all people actually be good at sex? Not to mention Kyle would be the one to speak up and say “You’re not supposed to hit girls or make them cry in bed”, and Kenny would chime in with, “Maybe she cries because of how bad you are”. While the table erupts with laughter, Eric goes “You guys are probably just jealous because I’ve got a hot girlfriend who lets me fuck her however I want and you assholes can’t even get a girls number”. Stan rolled his eyes, “Just keep telling yourself that dude”

Despite his desperate attempts to convince them, they simply don’t believe him and that angers him beyond belief. So just be ready to have some dark hickies all over your neck. This way, everyone will know who you belong to and who makes you feel good

Who knows. Maybe he’ll “accidentally” leave his phone lying around on record well you guys fuck. This way, he’ll have irrefutable proof that you enjoy how cruel he is to you, and that he and he alone makes you cry and cum on his cock over and over again

[oh23]

today i officially finished everything captive prince related......charls...... my beloved..... he feels like the adopted son/uncle/side character of lamen......i simply cannot with the whole lamen bit dude,, i was fucking crying in class,,

and he told damen that hed make a very good asst merchant omfg,,,,,i bet damen actually meant when he said high praise CRYING

AND watching laurent be so comfortable and relaxed and joking AROUND AAAAAAAAAAKSJDCNWJCNKJW

"you do have nice eyes"

"miss me much?"

"not going to sit in my lap today?" "i think charls would faint"

"seven hours," damen frowing

GIRL. GIRL!!!!! SJHBWJCHEBWKCBH

and THEN CHARLS NICELY GIVCING A SMALL "THE TALK" THINGY TO DAMEN ABOUT FLIRTING WITH LAURENT PLEASEEEEEEE

AND ALSO THE END?? CHARLS IS SO FUCKING. HE REALLY IS THE TYPE TO SAY "lamen why are you wearing the kings clothes" LIKE EWHLJCNL i just cant bro i keep cracking up. TEARS in my eyes dawg....... fucking.

"i am younger charls, that is older charls" "lots of charls" "very common name" "getting common with each day"

nah but fr Charls OG was a Real G yall. he was such an unexpected ally, and just. the only real comic relief istg. he was such an unbothered king ong.

i seriously think charls is like their new. adopted dumb uncle. or something. laurent and damen absolutely enjoy charls presence. and charls is just the type to sweat casually bcos smth happens and hes like 1) my fabrics! 2)my KING!! .

OH AND I REMEBERED . "if the prince were a pet he'd ignite a bidding war never seen before"

AND CHARLS WAS LIKE "i meant it in an honourable way"

GODDDDDDDD PLEASE YOURE TOO FUNNY CHARLS!! YOUR BITCH IS TOO BAD!! YOUR SWAG TOO DIFFERENT!!! THEYLLL KILL YOU CHARLS

[huntlowfan]

OMG THE NEW EP OF HELLUVA BOSS

I just watched it, and I ACTAULLY CRIED. Dead ass had to get up and wipe my tears multiple time. Saw so many things I didn't know I need to see.

Fizz. I kin him now. I didn't kin him originally when he was introduced, but this episode, like 3 minutes in I went shit I kin him. Then I progressively kinked him more I-

AHHHHHHH

The songs were REALLY good this episode. Like most songs are good, but all the songs this episode were bangers.

So many amazing things.

I typically wrote full blown personal essays that I plan to post. I have one 1 in progress rn, and talking about this episode will be number 2. I just can't

Someone please message me so we can talk pleaseeeeeee I need to fangirl with someone.

[cerezaumbran]

GEORGENOTFOUND X MALE READY

Genre: angst

Warning ⚠️: yelling

Context: George yells at us.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when i started to feel pretty lonely and I just want to spend time with my boyfriend so I went in his streaming room and asked him if he wanted to to watch TV with me but he was in middle of a game "babe not right now I'm streaming" George said "babe pleaseeeeeee" I said

"I said not right now"

I sighed and walked to the kitchen looking for a snack and I saw some hamburger meat so I decided to make some tacos for dinner

It took half n hour but I finished and made the table setting the plates and food on the table I walked to George streaming room again and told him that I made dinner "Okay can u make me a plate and bring it to me please" George asked "Uh no I want to spend time with u come down and eat" I said George looked at the chat some user were saying to go and eat and others were saying stay and keep streaming "do I have to" he asked "yes let's go" I replied

He sighed and said his goodbyes to his stream and he got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen we both sat down and starting eat "so George I was wondering if u wanted to go to a movie tomorrow" I asked "uhhh I don't know" he replied looking at his phone "umm babe do u mind putting ur phone away I'm trying to talk to u"

"Ugh fine"

"Okay thank u so what do u think we haven't spent anytime together in while u always stream an-"

"Well streaming is my JOB its how I make our money"

"I know babe but I just want to spend time with u"

"WELL I DONT HAVE TIME TO MESS AROUND OKAY"

"Oh okay" I said on the verge of tears I got up and walked to our room he stayed and took his phone back out I layed on the bed cover up crying I can't believe he said that to me I thought he loved me about hour passed and I heard the door open "Y/N hey are u okay?" George asked I gave no response "ah silent treatment huh I deserve" he said I layed there still crying he closed the door walked up to our bed and layed down next to me "Y/N look I didn't mean to yell I'm sorry I'm just stressed out because my fans really want me to stream everyday and I like spoiling u so I need to make that money for us.... for u" he said I turn over to look at him he layed on his side and to look at me "I'm sorry I understand if u want to break up with me" he said putting his hand on my cheek "no never that George I love u and i get it ur fans want to see u and I told u before u don't have to buy me those thing cause all need is u" I said grabbing his hand he started to cry "babe don't cry cmon here" I said pulling him on my chest "I love u Y/N" he whispered into my chest "I love u too George"

This is my first story what do u guys think

[hydrangeyes]

Rambles as I finally watch ep 5 and 6

I FINALLY FOUND A SITE

Ep 5:

I adore when Alastor is just being the opposite of what a lot of us expected, it's legit funny to me. (reminds me of the livestreams)

OOOOOOOOO so like was someone telling Luci Charlie didn't want to see him and vice versa for Charlie cause this reeks miscommunication?

Oh. Oh no husky.....

curious about who has Alastor on a leash but tbh it has to be someone high up. I don't think it would be Lilith but I can see how if Charlie branched off to be her own person and then started the hotel publicly how she would one the strongest but not directly connected sinner to look after Charlie. (OOOO especially if Lilith knew about vaggie and didn't trust her.)

I've seen folks talk about Eve, cause yeah where are they in all this but I can't see why Eve would want anything to do with the hotel unless to use it to drag Adam down or rise back up to heaven- oooooooooooo

Still unsure why use Alastor for that but eh....

Is eve even in hell??? I'm trying to think back in the bible if she does or not (Not that I'm sticking to the stores there for an exact reference but eh wouldn't hurt)

I don't think Charlie yet understands there's more to being a "good" person than opening up and positivity. Especially if it landed you in hell? tho yeah there are some who can be hopeful, i would think they would travel to stay in the hotel if that were the case (but then again they would have to see proof that it's possible)

Luci boi has a point but i also think his unease/fear of heaven dampening things, that and his general distaste for humans clearly

hell yeah go off little man

mm so like what is up with the divorce couple? like clearly Lilith got Charlie in the divorce but the line that even before that she didn't know him (she looks fairly in her todler years so like)

I very much like loved more than anything the song.

lmao vaggie is STRESSED.

on to Ep 6!

oh vaggie looks exhausted

I have a head canon of Vaggie and Charlie have the same dynamic as Cassandra and Rapunzel if they hooked up.... before the plot twist reveal anyway.

CHERRY BOMB I LOVE HER

God Sir pentious is so pathetic I love him

mmmm that was a design choice for saint peter but tbh Idc much

oooo the designs are prety cool!

MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY

Ugh fuckin' Adam

Wait- so legit NO one else knows about the extermination?????

mmm naming reasons a sideeeee Called it

God fuckin' Adam, get this man off my phone screen

I need charlie to spend a month on earth, cause hearing her marvel at rainbow sprinkles is both cute and sad

Oh Sera so like- you're kinda the worse huh?

"He was the first human-" Uh yeaaaaaa cause the rough draft is SO much better than the final product????

Pleaseeeeeee sir pentious be quietttttttttt

12 ROUNDS BACK TO BACK??????

someone save sir pentious

UGH valentino

let's GOOOOOOOO Angel Dust

what ARE the rules to get into heaven??

"A lot you don't know." THEN EXPLAIN IT, LEGIT EXPLAIN AND WE'D BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR IF IT WAS SO HOPELESS

legit if you know the answers please share with the class, then maybe you wouldn't have any issues?? what the fuck is actually going on here

mmm the bad place vibes

ooo vaggie angel reveaaalll

I hope Emily kicks ASS

I wonder if Adam legit has special first child privileges that is stopping him from falling cause HUUUUH there's no way he can get away with acting like that

Also given that only Sera and Adam (and his servants) Knew, word would HAVE to get out, as secrets doesn't seem to be a thing.

I wonder if Emily could take thiws up to someone higher like an archangel or something? I legit want Gabriel reveaal, 1: he seemed the most chill thinking back on old bible studies (Its been a while), and too cause supernatural brain rot made me love the dynamic of angel family drama tbh

[hebimoonlightwrites]

I want to participate in the hypmic dynamic, yumeno gentaro with the word maid pls

Writer’s corner: Yes, sure! Here it is! They’re a few headcanons and little scenario I’ve imagined. Hope it’s fine! Anyway, PLEASE, if someone who can draw reads this, PLEASE, reblog this and draw a Gentaro maid or... the other Fling Posse with those outfits I've imagined them with...!! I NEED IT XD

Warnings: none

⋆𝓨𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓸 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸⋆ 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓭~

⋆It’s pretty difficult to write something about Gentaro with the word “maid”, but I’ll try to anyway!

⋆We all know how Gentaro gets along with both Dice and Ramuda. Even if his relationship with Dice goes on with tease, he still gets along with him, so he does with Ramuda.

⋆Especially from Hypmic ARB’s events we’ve seen that Ramuda even calls his friends up when he needs more inspiration for his new clothes’ designs (Shocking! Vivid⋆inspiration! event).

⋆That’s why I imagine one day Gentaro being called up by Ramuda again. He doesn’t really know why that pink-haired guy has called up, but would decide to close the green-covered book that he’s reading and exit the cafe he always goes to, heading to the shop of his small friend.

⋆Since Gentaro has a lot of imagination and loves to watch people while walking and making up imaginary stories about them, I headcanon him creating a possible reason of that call in his mind. He’d definitely walk in the streets and think something like:

“Maybe he calls me because he’s in trouble? Perhaps one of his model has decided to kidnap him? Or he’s probably dead and he’s trying to make me discover how he has and who’s the culprit?”

⋆Then he would totally be like: “Well.. I should write a new novel about these ideas..”

⋆When he reaches Ramuda’s shop’s door, he’d immediately see Dice approaching. The blue-haired guy would wave at him then ask what he’s doing there. The both would start talking about the fact that Ramuda has called up and realize the pink-haired has called up both. Why? They still don’t know.

⋆After this, both Gentaro and Dice would ring the doorbell and wait until they see that small Ramuda opening the door and happily jumping to hug them.

⋆"Yooo~ I was waiting for you!! Finally you’re here, Gentaro and Dice~!"

⋆That’s when Gentaro and Dice would share a quizzical expression, then look again at Ramuda, who would jump again forward a stack of clothes. He’s going to use them as models again?

⋆”Oh, maaaan..! Please, tell me we’re not playing the models’ roles..! Not again! I was even busy gambling”, that’s what Dice would say in my opinion, starting to think of a possible excuse to use to run away. Gentaro, on the other hand, would also be pretty curious of knowing what was the reason of that call, so he’d wait to discover it and, if he needs to, he’d make up an excuse to escape too, but later.

⋆”I know you’re wondering why I’ve called you both.. It’s simple. I want to play with you~!”

⋆After this explanation Gentaro and Dice would be even more speechless. Just... why? But, hey! That’s Ramuda! He usually comes up with something weird, no? The day he won’t, I know it will be the end, and Gentaro and Dice knows it too.

⋆That’s when the three of them would sit, respectively Ramuda on the pink armchair and Gentaro and Dice on the yellow sofa. Then the pink-haired guy would take a giant board and a small colorful sock, which seems to be full of little pieces of paper. That’s when Ramuda would say it’s a present from one of his model and explain the game’s rules.

⋆”Nee-san told me it was funny! I wanted to try it with you~!”

⋆Basically it consists in rolling the dices and making the pawn moving. Each square consists of a random challenge and two players have to face each other. The winner goes on playing, the loser has to pick a random word from the sock and wears what it’s written on it as a penitence.

⋆”Ahahah! It’s going to be funny, I’m sure~!!.. Do you want to play with me? Pleaseeeeeee~~”, Ramuda would be so excited.

⋆"OoaaRGh, I’m in!! Let’s play!!”, Dice would be happy to play too, as long as there’s even the slightest chance of winning, he’s always ready to play, to risk.

⋆”Uhh.. Alright. I’ll play too..”, Gentaro would say, tired, but secretly couldn’t wait to see what stupid and embarrassing costume Dice will wear!

⋆The three friends would start playing. First turn: Ramuda. He’d roll the dices and get a 6, then move his pawn 6 squares forward and read the challenge aloud: “Face the player next to you to eat-”... he would stop and look blankly for a moment. Yes.. He has to challenge Dice to eat as many peas as possible.. Guess what? Ramuda HATES peas.

⋆”Well... It’s going to be pretty easy to win!!”, Dice would say, starting eating. On the other hand, Ramuda would look at that plate of peas without saying a word, even trying to hold his breath. In a few seconds, Dice would finish his plate of peas and, of course, win the challenge. You can imagine how stupidly happy he would be (awww).Then Ramuda would pick a word from the sock and end up dressing like a mustard- (...Oh, man... XD sorry-)

⋆”Ahahah~ It’s funny!”

⋆Next turn: Dice. Again, he’d roll the dices and get a 12! Man!! He’s called Dice and know how to roll dices (well.. not really.. but today he’s luckier!). He has to face Gentaro in a simple lucky game. Ramuda would have held two lollipops, one smaller than the other one. The player who would have gotten the bigger one would have won. You can imagine how this kind of based-on-luck games would excite Dice, who spends much time at gambling.

⋆Finally the time to see Dice in a bizarre costume has come. Even if Gentaro gets along with him, he’d be pretty curious to see the blue-haired gambler dressed up like.. maybe a princess? Yea, totally funny and embarrassing!

⋆Both Gentaro and Dice would approach Ramuda then, and choose the lollipop, sweating a little because of the anxiety.

⋆As you can imagine, because of the request, of course, Gentaro would lose and get the smaller lemon-flavoured lollipop.

⋆”Ow... too bad, Gentaro~”, Ramuda would say but secretly curious of seeing his friend dressed up like something unusual. While Dice.. Yeah, we totally can see him jumping around happily, saying that he’s the best and that his blood is truly a true-gambler-type-one!

⋆Sighing Gentaro would pick a piece of paper from the colourful sock, hoping to get a casual clothes combination.

⋆”Nee~? What have you gotten, Gentaro~?”, the pink-haired guy would stand in his tip-toes in order to read what that novel writer has took, then start laughing. This laughter would attract Dice’s attention who’d laugh and tease Gentaro too.

⋆After some minutes spent refusing to dress up like a maid, Gentaro would do it, forced because of Ramuda, who knows many things about him, even secrets---oopsiee!!

⋆”If you don’t wear this maid dress, Gentaro.. 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓓𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷~!”

⋆Dice would surely spend the entire game-time making fun of poor Gentaro but then end up forced to dress up like a mermaid-

⋆”AAaaRgGH!! I don’t want to play anymore! This game is STUPID!”

⋆”Well.. At least I’ve seen you dressed up like a sweet and adorable mermaid.. I should write a novel about it..”, Gentaro would tease.

⋆”𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓪𝓪𝓐𝓡𝓰𝓱, 𝓢𝓗𝓤𝓣 𝓤𝓟-!”

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[nahoyagf]

motivation 

charcters: mikey x reader x draken | aged up + afab reader

format: fic

warnings: NSFW, threesome, vv slight dub-con, double penetration, belly bulging, manipulation 

other notes: inspired partially by motivation by kelly rowland 

“pfft! really?” mikey laughed, voice filled with mockery and malice, “he’s never made you come?”

you don’t know how you ended up here. all you had wanted to do was come home after a long date with your boyfriend and then relax with your two roommates. mikey had pushed you into telling him what happened on this “date” after he saw the hickies running up your thighs.

though, as usual, his voice was teasing and full of laughter, mikey was actually pissed. both him and draken had a certain distaste for your boyfriend that you could never explain. first it was that he wasn’t seeing you enough and then it was that he was seeing you too much, they’re reasoning constantly flip flopped and after a while, you just didn’t ask why anymore. 

that brings us to now, as mikey and draken taunt you for picking such a shitty boyfriend. in reality, he’s a very good guy and keeps you out of trouble unlike your two roommates. but it is true that he is terrible at sex. it’s just not his forte. which you’ve told yourself, lied to yourself, is fine and that you aren’t only with him for that.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts to realize that mikeys pushing you down more into draken’s bed, laying you down. draken, who was previously laying back on his phone, rolls over and hovers over you. both mikey and draken are staring down at you in this very compromising position. and you feel yourself burn with embarrassment.

“c’mon mikey, i’m done with this conversation now. let me get up.”

“no,” mikey whined, voice still underlying a darker tone,”tell us more, y/n. pleaseeeeeee. is his dick small too?”

you’re face lit up red and embarrassed. the way they were teasing almost made it seem as though it was your fault for getting such a disappointing boyfriend.

“tch, it must be, huh?” this time his voice was quieter but a little deeper too. he looked at you with faux sympathy but you took it in a comforting way, happy that they were no longer putting the blame on you.

draken stared down at you with an anger in his eyes that made you shudder. you weren’t understanding how this once carefree and joking conversation turned serious.

“this is the guy you left us for?” draken’s tone dripping with disgust.

“what...what are you talking about?” you were beyond confused now, “leave you?”

“yeah,” mikey joined in, “left us. for this guy. that hurts, y/n, that really hurts.”

you stared at them. totally lost, but in a way you felt bad. you had been spending a lot more time with your boyfriend, you assumed your childhood friends weren’t used to the lack of your attention.

“i’m sorry, guys.”

“ tch,” mikey looked away with a slight pout and pretended to stare at the wall while thinking. in reality, he had come up with this plan for a while. finally getting draken on board only a few hours ago.

“what about this? if we fuck you better than your boyfriend, than you stay with us.” he said, matter of factly.

“but.. but... but... that’s cheating mikey i-“

“he’s been cheating you out of orgasms for a while.” he hummed, moving his head to suck along your neck. purposely covering the marks your boyfriend left.

“c’mon baby,” draken’s raspy voice sent heat through your body, made even worse when he began working on your neck too.

“we’ll make it fair by fucking you one at a time,” mikey cheerfully added, “at first.”

you couldn’t do anything but nod. desire in your bloodstream and too stuck to even think about disagreeing. just don’t think about your boyfriend, you told yourself.

draken sat back on his knees and undid his braid. the two looked like twins. long, blonde hair flowing down to their shoulders and deep, dark eyes filled with lust.

mikey decided he would take his turn first. it was his plan after all.

his fingers made quick work of your sundress and he started rubbing his fingers up and down your skin. feeling the softness of your body and the smooth, taut skin of places like your shoulders.

his hands pulled down your panties, admiring the cute pastel purple fabric that was topped with a white bow. you snapped your head away and covered your face with your hands. that wouldn’t do for when he’s fucking you, but mikey felt merciful enough to let it fly for now.

his hands made way to your bra and before he could snap the clip, you grasped his hands.

“please, just leave that” your voice was so soft and pleading, wanting to keep the one last piece of a boundary. mikey abliged, but only because of your voice.

his dipped his fingers into your cunt, pushing in to find that you’re wet. very wet. he smirks your way and draken’s eyes widen. he assumed that you’d be a good girl and stop yourself from giving in for the sake of your boyfriend. of course, you wanted to but you just couldn’t help it. or so you told yourself.

“you like this, baby?” mikey’s voice was much gruffer than you’ve ever heard before. you could only nod, but the sight made his heart swell, along with his cock.

he stuck his head down, face close enough that you could feel his breath against your dripping cunt. your boyfriend had never gone down on you before. his nose immediately hit your clit which caused you to whimper, and his eyes lit up. he pushed his two fingers all the way in, they were long and fairly thick. combined, they were about the same length and thickness of your boyfriend’s cock. a recognition that filled you with embarrassment.

mikey began making work of you, fingers going at a steady pace but making sure to curl and bend. tongue lapping your juices while his nose bumped and rubbed your clit. it was enough stimulation that you came, quickly and with a series of whimpers and moans that had draken palming his dick.

you were so dazed, you didn’t realize the sound of a zipper and then fabric rustling. mikey still had his baggy pants on but they were pushed down enough to expose his dick. it was long, curved slightly and dripping with precum. you had to admit, though with shame, that is was longer than your boyfriend’s.

he pushed your legs apart and the slight touch of his tip against your clit had you jolting. you were sensitive, and mikey couldn’t help the smirk of joy that came from that.

“mikey,” your voice was a quiet whine, filled with strain, “i’m sore.”

this time, draken leaned over to run his hands up and down your body. pressing kisses on you while rubbing little circles.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll make you comfortable.” he rasped, eyes meeting yours.

mikey nodded and snickered at his friends softness. gentle giant, i guess you could say.

he pushed the tip it and your eyes widened. as he made his way through, you couldn’t help the sounds that left your mouth. soon to be swallowed by draken’s. mikey finally bottomed out and let out a quiet moan. his hips began making slow and shallow thrusts as he adjusted to the squeeze.

“you’re so,” he panted out, “fucking tight. feels so fuckin’ good, baby.”

he began getting faster, longer strokes with more power. your body shook and draken cooed into your ear. mikey let out whimpers and groans. he couldn’t help it, he had dreamed about this for days. you felt the curved shape of his cock hit the spongy spot deep inside of you and your threw your head back.

“mikey!”

“fuck fuck fuck. baby don’t squeeze like that.”

you couldn’t help the tears that formed near your waterline. cries leaving you. he pushed in harder and faster and the constant rubbing against your g-spot made you come, hard. harder than ever. the intense squeeze had mikey letting out a long whimper and spilling into you. slowly pulling out as you gasped for air.

you were still recovering. eyes low lidded and staring as mikey laid back and watched his cum drip out of you while draken made quick work of his shirt and pulled down his pants. your eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sight of his cock. long, very very long and thicker than you ever thought was possible. your mind joked that he should’ve gotten a horse tattoo instead.

“you ready, princess?”

“it’s not gonna fit,” you said, voice filled with fear.

he chuckled at this and pressed kisses along your neck. his laugh was the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard.

“don’t worry, baby, i’ll make it fit.”

and as promised, he started to make it fit. the stretch burned so much that you started to cry and immediately he paused. wiping your tears. mikey stared at you before making his way behind you, scooching your body until you were halfway on his lap. head resting on his stomach while he held you tight. it was comforting.

draken continued in and groaned about the squeeze. he would’ve asked you to loosen up a little but he didn’t want to put too much pressure on your exhausted state. finally, he bottomed out. filling you in a way that you’d never felt before.

“drakennnnn” you could only moan out his name, and he bent over to kiss your lips.

he moved at a slow pace, pulling your legs over his shoulders and occasionally leaning down to capture your lips. the friction against your g-spot had you cumming lord knows how many times and draken could only continue to push on and on. mikey, was growing antsy. worried that you wouldn’t be able to handle another round.

he threw a telling look at draken and the taller man looked down at you, observing you with concern before sighing and nodding. mikey prodded your body until you sat on his lap, draken still inside of you.

“mikey?” your voice was airy and dazed, “what are you doing?”

he just kissed your jaw before starting to push inside of you as well. you gasped at the penetration. feeling the two of them in you. mikey groaned and whined. almost not making it long enough to fully push in.

“oh fuuuck baby.” he moaned out, blush covering his face and slight drool slipping through his mouth as he came the second he was sheathed in completely. despite being somewhat of a quick shot, mikey had stamina and began fucking his cum up into you.

draken started to move too and the pair found a synchronized slow but deep pace. you looked completely out of it. barely able to keep to your eyes open. you felt so full, you imagined this is what expectant mothers must feel like.

draken leaned down and kissed your lips while mikey left hickeys on your neck. you weren’t sure when your bra had come off but mikey was squeezing your breasts with needy hands. draken stared at your disheveled form and then began to push his large hand against the bulge in your belly. making you cry out.

“see that baby, that’s us. hm? put your hand here, baby, put your hand here.” you had no choice as he dragged your hand to the bulge and pushed harder this time. making both you and mikey cry out.

“oh baby, i don’t think i- ... i don’t think i can hold it in anymore,” mikey cried out and you agreed as you moaned. the two of you came almost at the same time and the squeeze mixed with the filling of mikeys hot cum had draken cumming too. he let out a low raspy groan and kissed your swollen lips.

you finally felt them pull out and slump next to you. your belly felt so hot and full and in the back of the mind, you swore that there was no way you wouldn’t be pregnant now. mikey cuddled up next to you and draken wrapped his large arms around you.

“so.. did we do better?” mikey asked, it was quiet and muffled against your skin. you could only mutter an ‘mhmm’ and drift off into a deep sleep. you’d have to break the news to your boyfriend in the morning.

[carters-things]

Hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a little something with Matt inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift, please? 🤍

First off THANK YOU LOVE! I hope I did this justice! I could have kept writing but wanted to keep it semi short. Writing a fic based off of a song was actually REALLY fun and I'd love to do it again!!!

Send me your song/fic requests!

“Pleaseeeeeee come out with us! You won’t regret it I swear!” Your friend pleaded. Every weekend is the same old story. She begs you to go out with her and her boyfriend, and every time they end up getting drunk and going back to their place- leaving you alone wherever you are- and forcing you to call a cab.

“Why? So you can leave me again?”

“No, I promise it won’t happen again.” You roll your eyes knowing how the night is going to go but you reluctantly agree to go anyway. She rushes you to your room and helps you pick out an outfit before rushing you out the door. The two of you met her boyfriend at the bar down the road. A small hole in the wall bar called Josie’s. The three of you took the last booth in the building in the back corner of the bar. Laughter filled your booth as you and your friend took turns making fun of her boyfriend for his stupid college adventures. You found yourself smiling and thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing coming out with them tonight.

However after the first 2 rounds were finished, the two lovebirds ran off to play pool leaving you behind yet again. You watched as they drunkenly loved on each other at the pool table like they were teenagers in high school. The sight of them made you feel so lonely. You sipped your drink as you sat in the booth, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. Your friends were too drunk to notice you pretending everything was ok whenever they stopped by the table to sip their drinks. The only thing worse than being here alone was being pitied so you continued to fake a smile as you let your lonely heart crack in your chest as the night went on.

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Matt sat in Josie’s with Foggy and Karen as they do most Friday nights. Talking and laughing about college days, client interactions, or just nothing, the way true friendships should flow. Tonight however Matt was distracted, there was something off about the atmosphere tonight. He listened around to the sound of all of the usual Friday night customers. Except tonight there was one more. A new heartbeat, a new voice, a new scent, and it captivated him. The sound of your laughter engrossing his attention. He listened to you without leaving his stool all night. Your stories were told in such a charismatic way he felt as if you were telling them to him directly, smiling and laughing right alongside your friends. He knew he had to talk to you, to meet you but he didn’t know how to approach you. Until he heard the slight skip in your heartbeat when your friends went off to play pool. He stayed at his seat wanting to go to you, to make sure you weren’t alone but he was still hesitant. It wasn’t until the taste of salt in the air followed by the sound of water hitting the table that told him you were crying pushed him over the edge that he knew he needed to be by your side.

“Hey guys, I’ll uh. I’ll be right back.” Matt says to Karen and Foggy who are having a drunken competition to see who can hold their breath the longest. They stop at his sudden departure and see him heading towards you in the back. He loosens his tie on the walk over to you, his heart starting to beat a little faster the closer he gets to your table.

______

You looked up from your drink with tear filled eyes to see a man in red glasses making his way through the crowd to you. Not a single patron paying attention to the blind man on a mission except you. It’s like he could tell you were looking at him as his lips curled into a smirk the closer he got to your table. You were unsure if he was actually coming to your table but you wiped away your tears and fixed your hair wondering why you were trying to fix your appearance for a blind man. He reaches the edge of your table and rests a hand on his hip. Your throat becomes suddenly dry as you search for words to break the silence when he beats you to it.

“Mind if I join you?” He says gesturing to the empty bench across from you.

“Uh, yeah, go for it.” You say composing yourself. “You are?”

“Matt.”

“I’m Y/N. What uhm.. What brought you over here tonight? Aren’t you here with your friends?” Your gaze moves to the man and woman he was sitting with earlier now seeing who can stack more creamer cups before the tower falls. You let out a small laugh as the woman’s tower falls first and the man just about falls off his stool in celebration.

“How did you know I came with them?” Matt says his head tilting to the side. You realize now you’ve been caught. You might have given Matt a few glances over the night. Enchanted by his smile that made its way out every so often.

“I saw you sitting with them earlier. I’m quite observant, you know. So what brought you over here?” You say running your finger along the top of your glass.

“I couldn’t let such a wonderful person be so sad over here by themselves now could I?” He flashes that killer smile again.

“H-How did you know I was sad?” Your cheeks fill with heat at Matt’s accusation.

“I’m quite observant you know” He tilts his head down raising his eyebrow as he uses your line against you. The smallest bit of his eyes peek over the rim of his glasses and just as you thought they are as kind as his smile.

The night goes on with the two of you exchanging stories, getting to know each other, laughing and talking for hours. Both equally enthralled with the other one you don’t even notice the bar has just about cleared out and is closing down. Your friends return to the table, unable to keep their hands off each other as they slur their words telling you they are getting a cab.

“I should probably head out too. It’s getting super late.” You say as you scramble to find your purse through your hazy vision.

“Can I walk you home?” Matt says laying cash on the table before you could.

“What about your friends?”

“They can handle themselves. I’ll have Josie call them a cab.”

“I mean you really don’t have to-”

“I want to” Matt assures you. He settles the situation with his friends before offering his arm to you as you step out the door of the bar. You make your way down the street towards your apartment, your hand holding tight to Matt’s arm as his other arm guides the way with the tap of his cane. You get a small shiver as the slight breeze runs across your exposed skin. Matt stops the two of you immediately giving you his jacket before you could even argue his chivalrous nature. Your cheeks yet again blushing at Matt. your hand slowly slides further and further down his arm with each step until your fingers intertwine with his. The alcohol most likely being the cause of your confidence tonight. Your head rests on Matt’s shoulder.

“Which way am I supposed to be going?” Matt laughs as you guys approach an intersection. You lie and tell him to go right, forcing you guys to take the long way home, buying you more time together, that unfortunately flies by faster than either of you were ready for.

“You know. I didn’t even want to come out tonight.” You laugh as you and Matt round the corner to your house.

“Oh really? How about now?”

“I’m very glad I did” You smile relishing in the last moments of Matt’s touch as you walks you to your door.

“Can I see you again?” He asks with the slightest bit of nerves in his underlying tone.

“I’d like that.” You say as you put his number into your phone, and programming his in return to say your name when you call or text. He waits at the door until you’re inside safe and sound. As soon as the door closes your back rests against it replaying everything that happened tonight.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” You say as you slide down to the floor to undo your shoes. Your phone buzzes with a text message from Matt saying “don't worry- I'm not"

[wholesomemendes]

Top of the List

Summary: You’re a junior in college who spends almost all of your time stuck in either your dorm room or the library until you’re forced to go to a frat party where you meet Shawn, who immediately changes your whole college experience. 

Author’s Note: I’m backkkkkk. I am so so excited about this one. This was based off a request I got in like May or something like that basically so insanely long ago and I never got to it because I knew it was going to be long. I kinda went off track with the request too a little bit, but I hope you love it as much as I do. It’s my baby so please be kind (also it’s my birthday so please don’t hurt my feelings too much lol). As always, I love hearing any type of feedback and I love you all x

Word Count: 12.2k

The door of your dorm room slammed open as your roommate rushed inside, frantically throwing her bag onto her bed and rummaging through her closet. You peered over the top of your laptop where you were busy editing an essay you had just finished for a class, watching her distressed state with curious eyes. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Natalie asked almost breathlessly, settling on a silk, light pink top with a plunging v-neck and a short black skirt.

“Why are you rushing so much? Where are you going?”

You would’ve thought you had grown three heads by the way she looked at you and the way she rolled her eyes when she noticed you were being dead serious made you slightly cave in on yourself in disappointment. “How do you not know what’s going on tonight? Sigma Alpha Epsilon is throwing another one of their huge parties, it’s all everyone has been talking about for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t know, must’ve just gone over my head,” you mumbled, feeling a little self-conscious about your lack of knowledge on what was going on in the social life of your campus. Ninety-nine percent of the time your head was stuck in a book or hunched over your laptop doing homework in the library so it really shouldn’t have been a surprise that this party was nowhere on your radar.

“Well now you know, so you’re going with me. Chop chop you’ve got to get dressed.”

“HA, you think I’m going to a party?”

She raised an eyebrow at you, silently challenging you to disagree with her, “Um, yes you are. Connor invited me which means I’m inviting you because he invites like 20 girls and I don’t want to be stuck alone all night.”

“You’re not going to be alone all night,” you sighed, closing your laptop before swinging your legs off the side of the bed, “You’re popular enough on campus that you’ll be able to find someone to hang out there with if I’m not there.”

“I know, but it’d be more fun if you were there with me. Pleaseeeeeee.” Natalie pulled out her best puppy dog eyes on you, her bottom lip jutting out to make her face look more innocent, “I’ll even do your makeup and hair for you….and you can borrow some of my clothes!”

“What, are my clothes not good enough or something?”

“They are! They’re just a little too, what’s the word I’m looking for, conservative for a party. You need something a little bit scandalous, you know? Gotta give the boys a little something something.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you before letting out a huff of annoyance and getting up to grab your hand to pull you off of the bed, “Come on, no excuses. Let’s get you ready for tonight.”

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This wasn’t your scene. Natalie had left you to go play beer pong about thirty minutes after you stepped foot into the loud, alcohol-stenched frat house, but you soon lost sight of her when Connor whisked her away after their team won against two other frat boys to what you could only assume would be his bedroom. You didn’t mind that she left you, you’d rather have one of you enjoying yourself then have her be miserable trying to entertain you. The tight shirt and skirt Natalie forced you into didn’t seem like such a bad idea when you were staring at yourself in the mirror of your dorm (to be honest the way she did your hair and makeup gave you a newfound confidence you hadn’t had in years), but now as you stood in the corner of the kitchen quietly nursing your drink while your eyes scanned the crowd of sweaty college students, you couldn’t feel more insecure and self-conscious. Your arms wrapped around your center, desperately trying to cover up what little skin was to be seen and you wished that Natalie would come down those stairs any second to go back to your dorm with you. You were so lost in your thoughts you hardly noticed the stench of beer get stronger around you or the heat of another body on your shoulder until the unknown person was up against you. “Hey,” the boy who you recognized from one of your writing classes and were pretty sure was a part of another fraternity on campus slurred, “You wanna come dance with me, sexy?”

“Um, no I’m ok, thanks though.” You tried to turn and walk away from him, but were stopped abruptly by his hand gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to him again.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he breathed into your ear, hot breath fanning across your face in the process making you cringe inward on yourself, “I’d love to feel that ass of yours up against me.”

“I said no, I don’t want to dance with you.” You could feel the panic rising in your throat, causing your words to come out broken and weak, and you desperately wished someone would see the fear in your eyes and come help you. His grip on you tightened the more you resisted and in that moment you wished you had never been stupid enough to listen to Natale about how fun this party was going to be.

“And I said you should come dance with me. So why don’t you-” HIs hand was pried off your wrist in seconds and you rubbed the spot where it had left, holding it close to your chest in fear.

“I think she already said no, buddy.” Your savior came in the form of a curly, brown haired boy that stood at least a couple inches over your unwanted dance partner. A scowl was evident on his face, his brown eyes hard and dark, “Now you should probably get out before I ban you from ever stepping foot in this place again.”  The other boy left, but not before rudely shoulder checking the person you believed was your hero, which only earned him a scoff in return. “God, can’t stand people like that. They have no common decency for anyone.” He made eye contact with you for the first time that night and your heart skipped a beat, your body feeling somewhat small compared to his tall height. He saw the fearful look in your eyes and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before looking you up and down for any signs of damage from the previous encounter, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I am now that you saved me,” you mumbled slightly, lowering your gaze to your cup in order to avoid his worried look, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Well I’m glad I could help. I’m Shawn, by the way, I don’t think we’ve ever met.” Sticking his hand out for you to shake, he gave you a dazzling smile and you immediately recognized him as the president of the fraternity, the one your roommate was constantly talking about trying to get into his pants. Seeing him up close for the first time, you couldn’t help but understand why all the girls wanted to get with him and why a lot of those girls did get with him. There was a blue bandana wrapped around his head pushing back the beautiful curls that adorned his head and his chiseled jaw and bright eyes entranced you, making it hard to look away. His black t-shirt was frayed at the top near the buttons, allowing his few chest hairs to peak out, and his muscles practically bulged out of the short sleeves. You noticed a few tattoos along his arms, one being the one all of the hockey players got after they won their championship, as you shook his hand, but his strong grip broke you out of your thoughts and forced you to look at him again.

“I’m Y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you need another drink? I know where all of the good alcohol is if you want it,” he winked at you, a smug smirk on his lips as he held his hand up to his face as if he was telling you something top secret.

You looked at the almost empty beer in your hand sadly, but the thought of getting another drink absolutely disgusted you at the moment, “No thank you. I think I’m going to head out actually, I’m a little shaken up to be honest.”

“Don’t go because of that!” Shawn’s voice sounded rushed as if he desperately wanted you to stay, though you pushed the thought aside, knowing that he couldn’t care less about what you did. “If you want you can stay by me for the rest of the night or if you came with someone you can always use my name, I’ve learned it can get you a long way sometimes.”

Your eyes met his once again and you tried to push the butterflies that you were feeling down your throat. “I’m just here with my roommate, but I think she went up with one of your friends,” you admitted bashfully, rubbing your hand up and down your arm nervously, “I haven’t seen her in awhile. Parties aren’t exactly my thing, I’m only here because she forced me to come, so I think I’m just going to text her and then head out.”

“You’re going to walk home alone? Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t have any better ones right now.”

“Easy. I’ll walk you home.” He leaned against one of the walls comfortably as he spoke, a large smile on his face the entire time. There wasn’t a look of regret on his face, but you still questioned his motives. Why would he want to go out of his way to make sure you got home safe? Was he just trying to get you in bed with him? But if he was then why was he so adamant about getting that guy off of you?

“Don’t worry about it Shawn, really, I’ll be ok.”

“It’s either that or you’re staying in my room tonight so you don’t have to walk home alone.” There was a confident look in his eyes and he knew he had you beat, causing you to roll your eyes before walking past him towards the door.

His eyes followed you curiously as you walked away, watching as you turned around and beckoned him forward, “Come on then, I want to be asleep before 4,” leaving him to trail behind you like a puppy at your feet. __________________________

The two of you walked to your dorms in a mix of comfortable silence and easy conversation that sparked in the 10 minutes it took to get you home. It was surprising how little awkward tension there was for two people on completely different sides of the spectrum who had never met before today, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You learned he was majoring in music, something that his parents weren’t one hundred percent confident with, though they still supported him nonetheless he assured you, and that he had been playing hockey since he was 6. The moment you got to the door of your building you stopped, ready to thank him for walking with you and move on with the rest of your night, preferably reading your essay one more time before heading to bed, but Shawn had other plans. “Why’d you stop? Did you forget your key or something?”

“No,” you looked at him with furrowed brows, “I think I can walk up to my dorm myself.”

He crossed his arms defensively with a stern look on his face, “Oh I get it, you don’t want me to know which room you’re in. I saved you from some creep and you still think I’m just like him don’t you."

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel comfortable bringing you up to my dorm after we just met.”

“Which is a big deal because…”

“Isn’t me saying that it makes me uncomfortable enough of a reason?” you asked him, mimicking his position as a tiny bit of anger grew inside of you.

Shawn scoffed, rolling his eyes at your words, “Honey, if I wanted to get you in my bed, you’d already be in there by now. There’s no reason to worry about me doing anything to you if you let me walk you up there.”

“Excuse me? Just because you’ve gotten with the entire cheerleading team…”

“Not true...”

“And at least half of the sorority girls…”

“Half is pushing it a little bit…”

“Doesn’t mean that you’d be able to get with me. I don’t have time for a relationship right now and I don’t do random hookups, thank you very much. So thank you for saving me at the party and thank you for walking me home, but that will be all. Good night, Shawn.” With that you turned on your heels, using your key card before slamming the door in his face and heading up the stairs to your dorm. You couldn’t believe it. Right when you thought you were forming a type of friendship or a least mutual respect for someone that wasn’t your roommate it all fell apart like it always did. What were you thinking when Shawn Mendes was the definition of a frat boy? Why would he want to be friends with someone like you? You couldn’t even lie and say that it didn’t hurt a little when he said he would’ve already tried to get you in bed if he wanted to. Were you really that ugly that the boy who practically got with any female that wanted to didn’t want to get with you? Not that you would sleep with him if he had asked you, you did have an unspoken rule with yourself that you didn’t want to do hookups in college, but at least knowing that he found you attractive would have given you a slight confidence boost. You already hated how you had never been asked out by the boys in college, even though you weren’t exactly looking for a guy or putting yourself out there to be asked on a date, and how every girl seemed to sneer at you when you walked past. So that night you cuddled yourself under the covers, vowing to never step foot in another frat house again no matter how much Natalie begged. __________________________

“What are you doing tonight?” Natalie launched herself onto your bed, causing you to let out a groan when she landed on you.

You pushed her off of you while she laughed, making you roll your eyes, “Probably just binge watching some Netflix honestly. Why?”

“Really? That wasn’t what I thought you’d say at all.”

“What’d you think I was going to say?” you laughed as she sat up and leaned against your wall.

“Oh, something along the lines of ‘I have to study for a test that I’ve already taken and rewrite my essay for the thirtieth time’”, she said in a high pitched voice you soon realized was her impression of you.

“Hey, I do not sound like that! And besides, laugh all you want about it, but I’m at the top of the class so I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, I’m just surprised you’re giving yourself a break.”

“I am,” you told her with a smile, “I have no homework to finish tonight or tests coming up or essays that need to be turned in, so I’m finally letting myself have a night off.”

“Or…”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “Or what.”

“Or you could come to the hockey game tonight with me so I’m not alone.”

“Oh hell no, Nat, I’m not doing this again.” You grabbed your laptop off of your side table, already ready to pop open your tv series for the night.

“What do you mean you’re not doing this again? It’ll be fun!”

“Last time you convinced me to go somewhere I almost got harassed by a drunk frat boy and then I got into an argument with another frat boy while you were busy hooking up with a different one.”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” she scoffed, climbing off the bed, “Besides, you’ve never been to a hockey game before and you’re a junior. No offense, but do you know how pathetic that sounds. Our school is literally known for hockey! Just once and then I’ll never ask you to go again.” You gave her a stern look, one that threatened her to ask again, but when she flashed her eyes at you, you immediately gave in, rolling your eyes at yourself and already hating yourself for agreeing.

“Fine, but you can’t leave my side the entire night.”

“I promise I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She brought you into a bone crushing hug before releasing you in favor of searching through her closet for something for the both of you to wear. __________________________

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t enjoying yourself a little bit. Opposed to last time Natalie was still sitting by your side and you had managed to convince her to let you wear one of your school hoodies and a pair of leggings to keep warm instead of the (as she phrased it) ‘hot ass’ outfit she had picked out for you. It was the final 10 minutes of the game and your team was ahead by four points, something everyone had been assured was an easy win from the start. Still, you could tell why everyone liked going to the games, it was energetic and loud and everything you thought a college game would be, but not as overwhelming. Even though Natalie had decided to sit next to Connor and they were relentlessly flirting and managing to have physical contact with one another the entire time, you were so focused on the game that it wasn’t bothering you as much as you imagined it would when you first sat down. You were entranced by the way the players skated across the ice, your eyes immediately drawing to one player in particular that seemed so comfortable on the ice. The moment you saw the back of his jersey though, MENDES written in bright white lettering, your heart dropped a little bit, not wanting to watch him as much as you were. Though it was hard not to when there was a clear reason he was made captain, so you were left to shamelessly follow his fast, steady movements across the ice.

The game soon ended with a win as expected and you were forced to follow Natalie and Connor deeper into the crowd of students to congratulate the team after they came out of their locker room. The crowd was cheering, adrenaline pumping through the air as you walked down the halls until you reached a large open space. Not long after all of the boys were making their way out, Shawn leading the pack like a true captain. A large portion of the girls (mostly puck bunnies or sorority girls or even some that just wanted some attention from the star himself) immediately crowded along Shawn and you could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying every last second of it. His eyes scanned the crowd for a brief moment before landing on yours and you swore you could see his smile falter until it became even brighter than before. He excused himself from the hoard of girls as he headed your way, making your heart stop. Was he really coming to see you? What were you going to say? “Good job”? No, you don’t want to congratulate him, he was rude to you the other night. Don’t let him know how you couldn’t stop watching him the entire game, he doesn’t need another boost to his already huge ego. Is he gonna say something first? What if he…

“Hey man, how’d it look from the crowd?” Shawn asked as he bro-hugged Connor. Your heart dropped. Of course he was coming over here to talk to one of his best friends, why would you think he was coming for you? But you could’ve sworn the two of you had made eye contact. Were you really that stupid?

“Great as always, they were easy today anyways.”

“Yeah we went a little easy on them. Last time we absolutely creamed them and then I got threats from their team about how ‘we were gonna pay for embarrassing them like that,’” Shawn scoffed, “Like we were the ones who embarrassed them.” He turned his head, sending a bright smile your way before finally acknowledging you for the first time tonight, “I’ve never seen you at a game before, do you always leave right after it ends?”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, wondering if you should just lie or admit how antisocial you truly were, “No, um this is actually my first hockey game.” Ok, admitting how antisocial you are it is.

“Your first hockey game? What year are you?”

“I’m a junior…”

“You’re a junior and this is your first hockey game?”

“Oh calm down, it’s not that big of a deal,” Natalie chimed in, sensing your discomfort at the situation at hand.

“Wait, don’t tell me.” Shawn rubbed his forehead as if he was thinking before snapping his fingers in Natalie’s direction, “You must be Natalie, right? Y/n was telling me all about you the other night.”

“The other night?”

“Yeah, I walked her home after the party last week. She didn’t tell you?”

Her eyes went wide, looking in your direction with her mouth hanging open while you caved in on yourself, “No, she failed to mention that you were the one to walk her home.”

“Damn, you were that ashamed of me, eh?” Shawn let out a light chuckle before slinging an arm around you to pull you closer to him.

“Wasn’t exactly my proudest moment,” you mumbled, trying your hardest not to lean into his body that seemed so tempting. You didn’t know what body wash he used in his shower, the shower was evident by the slightly wet hair on his head that made him look absolutely breathtaking, but it was extremely inviting and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle your head into his chest and breathe it through your senses.

“Anyways, are you two coming to the party tonight?”

“I mean…” Natalie started, but you cut her off immediately.

“No, we’re heading back after this,” you gave a pointed look in her direction, “Right, Nat?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a party pooper Y/n,” Shawn whined, ruffling your hair and laughing as you swatted his arm away.

“I’m not a party pooper, I’m just,” you stuttered for a second trying to find a decent excuse, “Just not quite dressed appropriately for a party, don’t you think?”

“Nonsense, I think you look great. But if it’s that big of a deal you can borrow my practice jersey and you’ll be all set.” Before you could protest Shawn was already reaching down into his duffle bag and producing a bright blue jersey with his name on the back. It was clear that this wasn’t just some jersey you’d buy in the school spirit shop, it looked as professional as it could, except the different design and tattered edges showed that it was made for practice.

“I’m not putting that on.”

“Why not? I promise it doesn’t smell and besides, don’t you want to let Nat have some fun?” He waved the jersey in front of you with a teasing smile on your face, causing you to roll your eyes before you snatched it out of his grip and pulled it over your sweatshirt. “That’s what I thought,” Shawn smirked as he put his arm back around your shoulders, “Now come on, I’ll drive, Y/n can be shot gun.” __________________________

No more than ten minutes later you were parked back at the same frat house you had been at the week prior and the mere thought of it made you sick. However, you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in Shawn’s jeep where he was stealing glances at you every five seconds and trying to annoy you in every way possible. He’d find every way possible to try and touch you in some way, whether it was a poke in the face or moving a strand of hair behind your ear, and constantly make comments that you wanted to laugh at, but wouldn’t be caught dead showing him that. So the second he parked you were already out of the car, breathing in a deep breath of clean air to make sure the scent of Shawn that was so heavy in his jeep would leave your senses. “Wow, was the drive that bad that you’re so eager to leave?”

You were praying with every ounce of your body that Shawn couldn’t see the blush on your face when he made eye contact on with you that teasing smile on his face, but the way Natalie snickered as she got out of the back of the jeep told you that she definitely knew. “No, I just get claustrophobic easily, that’s all.”

“Mhm.” Shawn looked at you, obviously not believing your excuse, but still motioning you towards the front door nonetheless. There was already a fair amount of people inside, at least enough to make you cringe at the thought of being there. Shawn had a light hold on your arm before leaning into your ear to make sure that you heard him, “I’m going to go get us some drinks. What do you want?”

“I don’t care, you can pick. Just please no shots of anything.”

“Ok, I’ll be back.”

Natalie and Connor were already god knows where, so you were left standing in the main foyer of the frat house, holding your arms around yourself while you looked around awkwardly, waiting for Shawn to return. You felt the familiar feeling of nervousness creeping up your throat and you forced yourself to focus on the smell of Shawn’s jersey and how warm it felt around you as a way to calm your rapid beating heart. He had only been gone a few minutes before someone else was approaching you, making your heart drop when you remembered what went down the last time you were here. “Hey, you wanna come dance with me?”

Hearing those words made you want to throw up, but you tried to keep your head up and your gaze unbothered while you prayed for Shawn to come back. “No thank you.”

“Well, can I go get you a drink then?”

“No, someone’s already…”

The feeling of an arm wrapping around you caused you to freeze until your nose caught onto the scent you had been unintentionally enjoying all night and you allowed yourself to relax into him. “I already got it for her. I think she’s all set, buddy.” The other guy got the hint quickly and backed away into the crowd until he was no more than a mere drop in a pool of people. “Damn, can’t even leave you alone for two seconds before you got some guy hitting on you,” Shawn laughed, but quickly stopped once he noticed the terrified look on your face. “Hey,” he placed a hand on your face to bring your eyes to his, “Did he touch you? Or hurt you?”

“No, no he didn’t, I’m still just a little shaken up from last time I guess,” you mumbled, bringing your gaze down to where your hands were engulfed in the fabric of your sweatshirt, “I’m sorry you have to keep saving me.”

“That’s understandable, it’s never a pleasant experience. And you never need to thank me, it’s just common decency.” You refused to meet his eyes again, but you heard his sigh before he gently grabbed your hand in his and handed you your drink. Your heart fluttered when he took your other hand in his grasp, the feeling of his rough calluses overwhelming your senses. “What do you say we go dance? Get your mind off of things for a little bit, let loose.”

“I don’t know Shawn, I’m not the greatest dancer…”

“You don’t have to be. I promise it will be fun.”

You knew there was a ninety-nine percent chance that you were going to embarrass yourself completely in front of him, but the way he was staring at you like it would break his heart if you said no made up your mind for you in a second. “Ok, let’s go.”

A wide smile broke out on Shawn’s face before he dragged you into the crowd, finding a spot he deemed fit for the two of you to dance in. It started out with just a simple step touch as you started to feel the rhythm of the music and allow yourself to relax as much as possible while sipping on the drink he got you. He tried to make small talk with you even over the loud music, resulting in him having to brush his lips against your ear as he spoke to you. Your heart fluttered with each movement and the alcohol you were consuming wasn’t making it any easier when he’d laugh at something you said, his bright brown eyes crinkling from his cheeks. As the night got longer and your cup became emptier, the distance between the two of you became smaller and smaller until your chest was pressed right against his. His free hand came up to naturally grasp your waist, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. On the contrary, it made your stomach do flips that you couldn’t control even if you wanted to. His face was getting close, too close for your muddled brain to do anything rational about it. You didn’t know exactly what was put in the drink (it was delicious though and you knew he would tell you if you asked), but as a light weight you were definitely feeling the effects of it, so just as his nose touched the tip of yours you pulled away, muttering in his ear about how you had to use the bathroom before running off away from the crowd.

After winding through the halls of the house and passing multiple people making out against the walls, you finally reached the bathroom where you shut the door in a hurry, allowing yourself to take a deep breath as you leaned against the counter. Your eyes lifted up to stare at your reflection in the mirror, your brain struggling to process what had just happened. Was he going to kiss you? Was this his plan all along, to get you comfortable enough around him to have you wrapped around his finger? No, that couldn’t have been it. He was so easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say and what you were doing. He wouldn’t do that just to get with you, would he? Your thoughts are interrupted by a series of knocks on the door, followed by a worried voice, “Y/n? Are you ok in there?”

“Yeah! I’ll, um, I’ll be right out!” You splashed some water onto your face in an effort to calm yourself down to a degree before opening the door to be met with Shawn’s concerned face.

“I’m sorry if I rushed you. You just ran out of there so quick I was worried something happened.”

Your heart swelled at how much he seemed to care about you and you willed the heat to leave your face, “No, I’m ok. I did feel a little crowded in there, but I’m ok now, thanks.”

“Yeah, of course. What do you say we go to the kitchen for a little bit to talk in there? It usually isn’t too crowded this far into the party.” You allowed him to take your hand and lead you into the kitchen where, like he said, was completely empty besides a few people every now and then that would come to refill their glass. Most of the alcohol had been moved into various places of the house so there was no fear of a bunch of hammered students coming in and ruining the place. There was a comforting silence between the two of you for a moment, the only sound being the music that could be heard from the main room as you both leaned against the counter next to one another. “I’m glad you came to the game tonight,” Shawn broke the silence, looking at you with a sincere look in his eye, “And thanks for letting me drag you to this party.”

“I don’t think I could’ve said no to the party, you’re pretty convincing,” you admitted, downing the last sip of your drink, “You were really good tonight, too. I never told you earlier, but I couldn’t stop watching you as you played. It’s obvious why you were chosen as captain.”

Shawn let out a nervous chuckle, his own cheeks showing a hint of pink to them, “Thanks, it means a lot. Do you want another drink?”

“No, I’m ok. I get drunk easily so I think I should stop before it gets worse.” You easily learned that you were an extremely honest drunk and if the words you were saying to Shawn were any indicator, you definitely shouldn’t drink anything more.

“That’s a shame, I have a feeling that you’re fun when you’re absolutely plastered.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you’re already fun as it is, but it takes a while for you to open up. I think I’d get to see you at your fullest, you know what I mean? But that’s just off of my first couple impressions of you, so what do I know.” He finished off his statement by grabbing a beer from the fridge, returning to a spot much closer to you, so close that your shoulders were right up against one another. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m very comfortable around you,” you whispered, eyes falling down to his smooth, red lips.

He caught the motion of your eyes and let his do the same, his face coming just that extra inch closer to yours, “Do you think it would be ok if…”

“Y/n! We’re going home!” Natalie came barging into the kitchen, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the door.

“What? What’s going on?” you asked her, trying to tug your arm away, but her grip was strong and she was dead set on ordering an uber to get out of here as soon as possible.

“I’ll tell you when we get back.”

Your heart dropped as you looked at Shawn who looked just as confused and saddened as you. “Bye Shawn, thanks for bringing us.”

“Wait,” he muttered to himself, running towards the door before Natalie could get you out of it, “Give me your phone really quick.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.” You unlocked your phone for him and watched as he added his number into your messages, even including a silly picture of him as his contact photo that you knew you’d be laughing at later. “Text me when you’re back at your dorm, eh? Wanna make sure you get home safe.”

Looking into his eyes you saw a completely different man than the one you had yelled at on the first night you met. This one seemed vulnerable as he stared at you, as though he was putting himself bare in front of you and showing you the real him. You nodded your head, taking your phone from his hand before Natalie was pulling you towards the uber. “I promise I’ll text you.”

“Bye Y/n.” __________________________

“What was that for?!” you demanded, staring down your roommate as she fell onto her bed.

“Connor and I got into a fight.”

“I didn’t know the two of you were dating.”

“That’s the thing...we’re not.” She sighed, propping herself up against the wall, “See the thing is...we’re talking I guess, but it’s not exclusive. It’s more like a ‘talking’ so we can hook up if we want to sort of thing.”

“So what does that have to do with you dragging me out of the party.”

“Well I was making out with Tim…”

“Why were you making out with Tim?”

“Because he’s hot and I’m drunk so it was a great idea. That was until Connor saw and got all pissed because apparently I’m not allowed to do that, but he’s all over girls all the time still so I don’t see the big deal! And because I’m so drunk I was over fighting with him for the night and I’m mad so therefore we had to leave.”

“Great,” you muttered, “I was finally having a good time at a party and then you and your hook up had to mess it up.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I truly am. If there was a way to make it up to you I’d do it. But preferably when I’m sober.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that big of a deal anyways,” you mumbled before you began to change into some more comfortable clothes for the night. You noticed you were still wearing Shawn’s jersey that you would ultimately have to give him back for the game, but you couldn’t help but think that you could worry about getting it to him tomorrow and maybe that would be your chance to make up for the time you lost tonight. __________________________

The light streamed in through the window of your dorm and you groaned, pushing yourself out of bed to turn off your alarm. You sighed to yourself as you got yourself up and moving for the day, even going as far as making sure that Natalie was still alive and breathing after she came home late last night from a bar before grabbing your bag to head to class. You hated your 8am class, but it was the only slot available that worked with your schedule so you simply had to man up and accept your fate. You were about halfway to your class when you heard a distant voice call out to you and you whipped your head around to meet a smiling curly haired boy running your way. “Y/n, hey,” Shawn smiled at you after finally catching up to you, “Long time no see.”

“Hey, Shawn, how have you been?” You hadn’t seen him since you had dropped his practice jersey off at the doorstep of the frat a few weeks back, but you couldn’t lie and say a part of you was hoping that you’d run into him again.

“Good, miss seeing you at the hockey games though.”

His comment made you blush and you brought your gaze to the floor so he couldn’t see your heated cheeks. “I never really went before so I wasn’t exactly planning on going anytime soon again.”

“You didn’t have a good time?” he asked with a feigned offense, big puppy dog eyes on display as he walked next to you.

“I promise I did, I just prefer to stay in my dorm and study if we’re being honest.”

“I understand,” he nodded thoughtfully, “So where are you headed?”

“English Literature, how about you?”

“Calculus, which if we’re being honest here is not my strong suit. If I don’t get at least a B on this next test they could pull me from the game. I swear I’m not dumb, I just don’t get it I guess.”

“Well, I don’t know if it means anything to you, but I had an A in that class last semester. I could help you out if you want.”

“You’d do that for me?” he asked with wide eyes, bringing you both to a halt in front of your lecture hall. “Of course I would, when’s your test?”

“Next Tuesday, could we meet on Thursday after practice?”

“Sounds perfect. Just text me the time and place.”

“I owe you a bunch.” Shawn leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your temple that left your heart fluttering before making his way over to his own class. __________________________

Thursday felt like it would never come, but there you were sitting alone inside the library at eight thirty at night, waiting for Shawn to arrive from his practice. A million thoughts were swirling through your head the longer you waited and you desperately wished he would show up to give you a distraction from your mind. You were constantly worried that he wouldn’t show up, had planned on ditching you from the start as some kind of sick joke, but that fear was diminished when he stumbled through the doors. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he breathed out, “Practice went later than expected.” A series of students shushed him for being too loud, causing a sheepish expression to grace his face, “Sorry.”

He sat his bag down next to you, sliding in close enough that you would be able to see what the other was doing while still maintaining a safe distance. “Sooo,” you broke the silence as he got his books out, “What do you want to start with?”

The rest of the time was spent discussing Shawn’s upcoming test and explaining what each concept was to the best of your ability. You could tell that he was smart, he just needed a little bit of help, so he was very easy to work with. Besides how hard it was for you to concentrate around him that was. Whenever he leaned in to peer over your work a little more, your heart beat increased rapidly and you held your breath until he moved away again. You couldn’t tell if he was aware of your behaviors, but he seemed extremely unfazed, always dazzling you a bright smile after something made sense to him. It was adorable to you when his eyes would furrow a little bit while he was working and the proud glow on his face when he got a problem right.

Time seemed to go by quick with all the little jokes he was making and soon enough it was eleven at night and the library was beginning to close down. “Guess we should be heading out then,” Shawn laughed, “Unless you plan on sleeping in here tonight.”

“No, not exactly. Was kind of looking forward to my bed if I’m being honest.” A chuckle of your own escaped your lips as you packed up your bag alongside him.

“Did you drive here?”

“No, my car isn’t on campus. I just walked.”

“Well I hope you weren’t planning on walking back too.”

“What other choice do I have?”

Shawn raised an eyebrow at you, “Seriously? You’re going to ask that when I’m literally right here.”

“I’m not going to ask you to drive me home, Shawn.”

“Good thing you’re not asking me, I’m telling you. Now come on, my jeep is right out here.” You didn’t protest this time, knowing he wouldn’t back down from his offer, and instead followed him out to that black jeep you vividly remember from your last trip in it.

The ride back to your dorm was significantly quieter than what your previous encounters with Shawn had been besides the quiet music playing in the background. By the time he had pulled in front of your building, there were hardly any cars to be seen around and all of the students were already inside. Shawn turned his body to face you, “Thanks for the help tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. Good luck on your test next week, I know you’ll do great, but you can still text me if you want to meet up again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He gave you a kind smile when you thanked him for the ride before you opened the door to the brisk night air. “Y/n wait…”

“What?”

“I know you’re not really into parties but…,” his words trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “There’s this movie night thing at the frat Saturday night and all of the guys are expected to bring a date. Do you maybe wanna come with me?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “You want me to be your date?”

“Yeah, if you want to be.” Even in the darkness you could see the way his cheeks reddened and he failed to look you in the eye.

“I’d love to go,” you told him truthfully and you couldn’t help but smile with him when his face lit up at your words.

“Really?! That’s, that’s great! You’re supposed to wear your pajamas by the way so I hope that’s ok with you.”

“Perfectly fine with me. Just text me the time later.”

“I will. Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Shawn.” He watched you walk into your building with a giddy smile on his face before he drove back to his frat for a sleep that he hoped included dreams of you. __________________________

“What are you getting all dolled up for?”

You look over from where you’re doing your hair to see Natalie laying on her bed staring at you with curious eyes. “I’m going to movie night with Shawn.”

“You’re going to movie night with Shawn?!” Natalie exclaimed, her eyes practically bursting out of her head.

“Yeah, he asked me to go with him as his date.” You tried to keep your calm in front of her and not show how excited you truly were, but your smile was fighting to break free on your face.

“Is he picking you up?”

“No, I’m probably just going to walk or maybe get an uber.”

“Walk? Honey, no. Connor is picking me up, I’ll just text him and ask if he can drive you, too.”

“You don’t need to do that…”

“Nonsense, there’s no reason for you to walk when I’m literally driving to the same place.” Natalie quickly grabbed her phone to text something to Connor before getting up out of bed to walk over and fluff your finally curled hair.

“What’s going on with you and Connor anyways?”

“Oh, we’re just friends with benefits for now,” Natalie said dreamly, her hands separating your curls to make them more natural as she spoke, “But we decided that we’re going to be exclusive. No more arguments about that I guess.” You nodded your head thoughtfully, carefully examining your appearance in the mirror. “Why are you getting ready so early? We don’t have to leave for another two hours.”

“I know, but I thought you’d have to use the curler and mirror, too, so I figured I’d get done early so you could have enough room to do everything.”

“You’re the sweetest ever,” she told you, kissing the top of your head making you scrunch your nose. “Do you want me to do your makeup for you?”

“I’m not sure, I just want to do something natural.” You examined your face with much criticism, trying to decide what you wanted to do to hopefully make you look more appealing to Shawn. You didn’t just think that did you? You’re not really trying to impress Shawn tonight, right? The butterflies in your stomach told you otherwise and you cursed yourself for the thoughts that were taking over your head.

“I can do that,” Nat responded quickly, “Easy. Now what I’m concerned about is what you’re wearing tonight.”

“I was planning on wearing some sweatpants and a tank top or maybe one of my patching pajama tops and bottoms. I wasn’t sure yet.”

“See this is where we’re going to have an issue. Don’t you want to wear something a bit more revealing? Want to impress Shawn a little bit? I have a slip you can borrow if you want or…”

“No, I’m all set, I just want to be comfortable. I appreciate the concern, but you know it’s not me to wear something like that out in public. It makes me uneasy.”

“I know, I know. Let’s just focus on getting your makeup looking absolutely perfect just like you.” __________________________

Connor pulled up to the frat house before unlocking the car door for you and slinging an arm around Natalie’s seat to look back at you, “Why don’t you go in and meet up with Shawn, we’ll be in in one second.” You gave him a forced smile and a small thank you as Natalie giggled and you rolled your eyes the second you got out, happy to finally be away from their never ending teasing of one another. You made your way up to the door of the frat and knocked loud enough to be heard, transferring your weight back and forth out of nervousness. The door opened not long after revealing your date for the night looking as cozy as ever in a pair of grey sweatpants and a cotton white t-shirt. His eyes subtly looked you up and down with a smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you breathed out, letting yourself admire him the way he was you.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you look extremely comfy and nice as well.”

“Why thank you, I like the plaid.” You looked down at your plaid sleep pants and tighter fitted grey long sleeve you had on top, your cheeks blushing red at his comment.

“I know I probably am not dressed up like a lot of the other girls, but I just wanted to be comfortable…”

“Stop it, I think you look amazing. Now come inside, I already have a spot for us.” You followed him through the frat house until you came into the kitchen that looked a little different now that it wasn’t filled to the brim with alcohol. “Do you want any hot chocolate? Or tea?”

“I’ll have hot chocolate please.”

“Good choice, good choice,” he chuckled, pouring some of the boiling water into two mugs. “You know, I’m kinda surprised Natalie didn’t force you to wear some form of lingerie like a lot of the girls are.”

“She tried to convince me to, but I didn’t want to. I’m just as surprised as you are though that she let me get away with this.”

“Well, I think it’s better that you came here comfortable rather than wearing any of that.” He handed you your cup, warning you of how hot it was. “Speaking of Natalie, where are her and Connor?”

“Still in the car, they kicked me out right when we got here.”

“Typical,” Shawn snorted before making his way into the living room with you trailing behind him. The room was already about half the way full with couples, if you could even call them that, and the room had a much cozier vibe than what you had previously seen it as. There were blankets everywhere and snacks piled up onto all of the tables. There were a few guys and girls that were obviously not too interested in their date and were mingling with other people instead and some that were extremely interested in their date to the point where it was almost obnoxious. “I got us the seat in the corner by the table. You can put your mug there if you want and those blankets that are there are ours, too. I’m just going to run to the bathroom quickly so you can wait there until I come back or you can go somewhere else.” He kissed your cheek lightly, leaving you with a heated face before he left you alone in the room. You swore you could feel the hard stares of the breathtaking girls around you and you sank yourself down into the couch, desperately wishing Shawn hadn’t left you here by yourself.

You sat there for almost ten minutes before you had decided that you were finished being the target for the judgemental looks and whispers from those around you, peeling yourself out of your spot before heading towards what you were praying was the bathrooms in hopes of running into Shawn on the way. Just as you rounded the corner you could faintly make out a female voice and you snuck your head around only to be met with a sight that made your heart drop. There she was, the drop dead gorgeous head cheerleader you knew had been in Shawn’s sheets multiple times before, with her hand on your date’s chest, that mischievous glint in her eyes that was laced with lust. Shawn’s hands were wrapped around her wrists and although you couldn’t hear their words, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed at the whole situation. Here you are, being made a fool of in front of all of these people who have always seemed to despise you from the start. You finally started letting your guard down for Shawn and what do you get in return? A stabbing pain in your heart. Tears began prickling in your eyes before you turned straight on your heels to head out of the frat without a second thought in your mind.

Just as you were about to reach the door, it opened for you, Natalie and Connor entering with giddy smiles on their faces. But at the sight of you, Natalie’s smile dropped, “Hun, what happened?”

“Nothing, I think I might head out.”

“What?” She made a signal to Connor so that he’d leave the two of you alone and he agreed, whispering something in her ear before moving past you. “Ok, now tell me what happened. You were so happy about coming tonight!” With tears threatening to fall down your face, you told her exactly what you saw from the moment you stepped into the house and before you knew it, you were encased in her arms, her hands rubbing comforting circles on your back. “I’m so sorry, baby. He doesn’t deserve you if he’s going to let her get away with that.”

“Am I stupid to be so affected by this?”

“No, that was a dick move on his part and you are allowed to feel upset about it. What we’re not going to do though is leave, you hear me? Two can play at this game.”

“What do you mean?”

“I meannn, let’s give him a taste of his own medicine. Come on, follow me.” She wiped underneath your eyes before leading you back into the living room towards the couch on the opposite side. Two guys you recognized from the frat were sitting there alone and when you noticed Natalie walking over to them confidently, your heart stopped.

“Nat, what are we doing?”

“Just trust me on this...Hey guys!” The two guys looked up at the sound of her voice, a heavy smirk on both of their lips. “You got any extra room for a little bit?”

“Be my guest,” the blonde one responded and Natalie wasted no time in pushing you to sit next to them.

You stumbled slightly onto the couch, but recovered quickly, sending a light wave to the guys, “Hi.”

They both greeted you back with a smile, leaving Natalie to be quite satisfied as she whispered in your ear, “Be back soon,” and then she was gone.

You weren’t close enough to the guys that it would be considered dangerous to you, but you were definitely closer than you would usually be with some strangers that you had literally just met. The conversation flowed easily between the three of you, not as easily as it did between you and Shawn though, and you found yourself constantly glancing towards the entryway in case he decided to make an appearance. Just as one of the frat members announced that the movie was starting in five minutes Shawn made his way into the living room, his eyes spotting you immediately. You could see his jaw clench from the corner of your eye and the way his eyes hardened was not easy to miss. This only made you up the antics a little more, with a hand moving to the shoulder of the guy closest to you before the sound of your name being called from across the room caught your attention, as well as everyone else’s in the room. You looked over to see Shawn staring at you coldly, his head nodding at the seat he had for you as a signal for you to come back. “Thanks for the seat boys, but I better be heading back,” you told them with a cheeky smile that they returned to you before heading over towards Shawn. You could feel the strong gaze of the other couples and you desperately wished that you could curl in on yourself and disappear. Once you were close enough to him he pulled you down harshly into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear, “What the hell were you doing over there?”

You wriggled out of his arms, but still laid next to him, allowing him to bring the blanket up and over you with his arm around you. “I was making some new friends to keep me company since you were so busy with Vanessa when you were supposed to be just using the bathroom.”

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, “Listen, I don’t know what you saw, but…”

“I don’t want to hear it Shawn, I just want to watch the movie and leave.”

“No, I want you to listen to me because I can see how you might have taken this the wrong way.”

“Was there a right way to take it?” you whispered back angrily, feeling his arm tighten around you so that he could bring his mouth closer to your ear.

“Not from your point of view, but I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I haven’t been answering her texts for the last two months and threatened to block her last week and she was all butthurt about it, saying that she wanted things to go back to when she could call me for a booty call whenever she felt like it. And I don’t want that anymore. I’ve got my eye on someone right now and I wouldn’t mess up my chance with her like that.”

“If you have your eye on someone then why didn’t you bring her tonight?”

“I did.” You looked up at him as the lights were turned off and you caught a glimpse of his eyes before he was facing the screen and pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggled into him and wrapped your arm around his body too, leaving the both of you with graceful smiles on your faces. __________________________

Of course the guys had picked a scary movie for the night, causing you to squeeze Shawn a little tighter at every jump scare. He didn’t mind though, it only gave him an excuse to pull you closer to him and press light, comforting kisses into your hair. Somewhere between the halfway point of the movie when you tucked your head into Shawn’s chest at a particularly frightening scene and the end of the movie, you found yourself dozing off, eventually falling into a light slumber cuddled up against him. The even beating of his heart lulled you to sleep until you felt him shaking you softly, whispering your name into your ear. “Hey, the movie’s over.”

“Oh,” you sat up and tried to comb back your slightly messed up hair, seeing the other couples retreat to their respective rooms, “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Don’t be, you look cute when you’re comfy.” His words caused your cheeks to heat up and you situated yourself to try and hide your face from him. “Are you ready to go back to sleep?”

“Yeah, I should probably head out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m ready to fall back asleep...which means that I need to go home so I can go to sleep in my bed.” You looked back at him with furrowed brows that matched his.

“Y/n, it’s two in the morning, why don’t you just stay here. No one else is leaving.”

“You don’t have a spare room though…”

“You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep on the floor if you feel too uncomfortable.”

“No Shawn, I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. If you’re so adamant about me staying then we might as well share it.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with that?”

“I’m a big girl, Shawn, I think I can handle sleeping in a bed with you for one night.”

Shawn let out a laugh that was music to your ears before extending a hand to you that you gladly accepted. His hand engulfed yours perfectly and you stumbled as he pulled you up off the couch because you were too busy trying to memorize the feeling of his hand in yours. “Careful there, honey,” his sweet voice drawed out, “You’re even more tired than I thought. Can hardly stand on two feet.” He escorted you hand in hand to his bedroom, which was much cleaner than you would have imagined. There were a couple guitars on stands, a piano in the corner, some hockey gear half stuffed into a bag on the floor, all things that perfectly described Shawn to you. He slid into his bed, adjusting himself under the covers before looking at you with a boyish grin and beckoning you towards him. You sat down next to him, playing with your hands awkwardly. “You ok?” You nodded your head. “I can put up a pillow barrier if you want, I have to admit I tend to be a cuddler.”

You giggled, imagining you waking up to find him snuggled up against a pillow between the two of you. “It’s ok, I don’t think we need a pillow barrier.”

“Suit yourself.” He turned off the light, getting even more comfortable in his bed and turning towards the wall. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Shawn.” __________________________

The deep scent of oak and cinnamon should have woken you up. The heavy weight slung across your stomach should have woken you up. The unusual heat that was spreading across your back should have woken you up. But instead, they all just kept you in a peaceful slumber as the morning light streamed in through the window.

Shawn was the first to awake. Breathing in your comforting scent, he squeezed you a little tighter, not quite realizing what he was doing. The moment you pushed back into him in an effort to get impossibly closer to him his senses became wide awake, suddenly making him on high alert to how close you were to him. He couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if you woke up to find the two of you like this, but when he tried to untangle himself from you and you subconsciously gripped his arm tighter, pulling him back to you, he gave up the fight and let himself get lost in the moment. Against his better judgment he placed his lips to your hair, leaving feathery kisses in their wake. Your body began to move slowly as you came to a consciousness, but Shawn continued to kiss down your neck until he finished with a soft one on your shoulder. “Good morning,” he rasped, looking at you through his lashes.

“Good morning.” The second you came to a full realization of what was happening your body froze, not quite able to process the exact situation. The immense heat that was radiating off of him was too soothing for you to resist though and soon your body fell slack against his just as it was while you were asleep.

“How’d you sleep?” Shawn asked, tracing his finger across your cheek bone.

“Like a baby.”

“Good to hear.” His stomach rumbled, making a laugh escape out of him, “And that is good to hear too, I guess. You want to go get some breakfast.”

Deep inside you wanted to say no and selfishly keep him close to you all morning long, “That sounds perfect.”

Your body became cold the second he left your side and you shivered slightly from the temperature change. “You ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied, grabbing his hand to help you out of bed. He pulled your body close to his, looking at you deeply with those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

“Were you uncomfortable this morning?”

“No,” you stuttered, feeling small as he towered over you even if you didn’t find him intimidating, if anything the words coming out of his mouth were more intimidating than him.

“Why not?”

His body came closer to you with each word until you were backed up against the wall, his chest pressing against yours. “What?”

“I asked you why you weren’t uncomfortable.” His face was so close to you that you could see every last detail of his skin, including a scar on his cheek that you didn’t happen to notice before, but made him look all the more endearing to you.

“Because I trust you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

You could tell by the way that his eyebrow quirked up that he didn’t believe your wavering voice, “Are you telling me the truth? Because I want to know if you feel the same way about me that I do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I made it quite obvious,” he chuckled, “I really, really like you, Y/n. I was hoping maybe this morning was a sign that you felt the same way…”

“It was,” you breathed out quickly, not wanting this moment to fade away. “I like you too, Shawn.”

His lips fanned over yours and your breath hitched in your throat, desperately waiting for him to move the final inch. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he told you, watching the light in your eyes dim and cast down to the ground, “Hey, look at me.” Shawn grabbed your chin gently, pulling your eyes back up to his, “It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because it feels wrong to do it without going on a date first. You understand?” You nodded your head sadly, making him let out a quiet laugh, “But I would like to take you out on a date if you’d let me.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Perfect,” he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose, “Now let’s go down and eat breakfast. I’m absolutely starving.” __________________________

Are you free Tuesday night? Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to ask you

The message came through the second you stepped through the door to your dorm room. Natalie and Connor had woken up later than you and Shawn, so Shawn had offered to drive you home instead. You looked out your small window that happened to be facing the street and were met with his jeep still parked next to the curb. His eyes met yours causing the two of you to smile and you could practically hear his laugh from three floors up.

I’m free all night

Perfect, see you then I’ll pick you up x

Can’t wait x __________________________

The rest of the weekend seemed to drag on until your classes came again on Monday to distract your mind from the next day. It didn’t help that you and Shawn were texting almost every second of the day since you two had parted, only adding to your anticipation.

After seeming as though it would never arrive, Tuesday night came upon you, bringing you back to the same chair this all started with. Natalie was over the moon when you told her about your date, immediately wanting to know everything about it and what outfit you were planning on wearing. She had you propped up in what she called her “makeup chair” making sure your makeup and hair were the best they had ever looked. You had chosen a simple sweater and leggings, hoping that you looked nice enough while still managing to stay warm and comfortable. Shawn hadn’t told you where you were going yet, stating that it had to be kept a surprise, so you worked with what you had in order to have an appropriate outfit.

At six o’clock sharp Shawn was waiting outside, leaning against his jeep on his phone was a bouquet of flowers in one hand. His eyes flickered to the door anytime he heard a noise, but at the sight of you he stood up straight, hands pocketing his phone before he was headed straight towards you. “Hey, you look beautiful.”

“And you look as handsome as always.”

A blush formed on his cheeks at your words and he handed you the flowers bashfully, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze. “These are for you.”

“They’re gorgeous, thank you.” He sent you a bright smile as he took your hand to lead you around the car, opening the door for you to slide inside.

“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” you asked as soon as he slid into the driver's seat.

“Not yet, gotta keep the suspense up,” he teased, his hand coming up to lace his fingers with yours on the center console. “I hope you’re hungry though.”

“If we’re being honest I’m always hungry.”

“Then this is going to work out great.” The ride was short and before you knew it you were turning into a parking lot of a small old-fashioned diner a few minutes off of campus. Shawn parked the car, running around the jeep quickly to open the door for you. You smiled at his kind gesture and took his outstretched hand for you to walk inside together.

The two of you were sat inside of a booth across from each other as you scanned the menus. Shawn hardly looked at his before he was nodding his head and leaning back in his seat to look at you, “Got any idea of what you’re getting?”

“Um, not really. Have you been here before?”

“More times than I can remember. I usually go here after practice late at night because it’s open until like three in the morning.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Well I always get the cheeseburger with no tomato, a chocolate milkshake, and extra fries…”

“Extra fries? You eat that many fries?”

Shawn laughed, a wide smile forming on his face, “Most of the time yes, but if I don’t I just bring them back to the frat house. They’re always gone a couple seconds after I set them down.”

“Hmm, I can't decide if I want a chocolate shake like you or an oreo one. What do you think?”

“I think you should get an oreo one and then we can share them both.” You looked over your menu at him with a small smile, watching his eyes light up as he returned your expression.

“Then that’s what I’ll do.” The waitress came over and you ordered the same thing as Shawn, except with tomatoes, different shake, and of course, no extra fries. Once your milkshakes came out, he requested two extra straws, winking at you as he slid them in.

“So,” he began, sipping on his chocolate milkshake, “Do you think you’re going to come to more hockey games this season?”

“I’m not sure, I guess I’d need a good reason to go,” you smirked at him, taking a sip of yours as well.

“I’m pretty sure I could give you a good reason.” He looked around to make sure no one was looking, but fortunately you two were the only ones in there besides another couple on the other side. Shawn grabbed your hand and leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours. Your heart started beating faster until his lips were right against yours, but you faltered when he froze. The look in his eyes was pleading with you to let him continue so you took control instead, closing the small gap between the two of you. His free hand cradled your cheek as his lips moved with yours, keeping you close to him. It was short and innocent, but it was enough to leave your head spinning and heart pounding. Your lips chased his once he moved back, desperately wanting to feel the softness of them on yours once again, causing him to laugh with a smile before giving you a peck to satisfy you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I doubt it was that long,” you mumbled, eyes focusing on where his thumb was rubbing the top of your hand.

“What makes you say that?”

“No guy has ever really been into me before.”

“I think that’s a lie. Besides, I’ve wanted that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He brought your hand to his lips to leave a lingering kiss on it, “You would’ve noticed if your head wasn’t stuck in a book.”

“Didn’t know it was bad to try to be at the top of my class.”

“It isn’t. I think it’s great that you’re at the top of the class list. Now you’re on the top of two lists.”

“Two lists?” you asked, watching as he smiled and leaned forward to try to steal another kiss.

“Yeah, the school’s and mine.”

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hiii! Your fics are so good! Just read the new one and I love it.

I have a request please! Might be a little weird but i’ve seen everywhere about Yohan’s obsession with Ga On. Is it possible to write one with a little dark!Yohan being obsessed with Ga On? Like not letting him out/too unnecessarily protective/not letting Soo Hyun see him or not letting him call her. Just like basically Yohan locking Ga On in his house?

Pleaseeeeeee and hope you’re having an awesome day!

So, this is my first time writing dark!Yohan and I hope it's what you wanted, anon!

Gaon always knew that Yohan had some sort of obsession with him, but he hadn’t realized how bad his obsession was until he got hurt by the bomb hidden in Yohan’s painting in his office.  As he was healing, Yohan would always sit in his bedroom and watch as he slept, which at first, he thought was rather nice of him, but after a while it was starting to get a little creepy.  And even after he wasn’t bedridden anymore and could actually walk around, he still felt like he was being watched at all times.  Which kind of was getting on his nerves, so he decided to talk to Yohan about it when he got home from work.

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When Yohan returned home from work and headed to his study, Gaon was waiting for him. “Sir” he greeted.  Yohan looked at him before he smiled. “Gaon” he replied.  The two men were silent as Yohan walked over to his desk, placing his briefcase down while Gaon stood before him, arms crossed in front of him before he sighed. “Sir, have you been watching me sleep?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  Yohan look up at him before he smiled slightly. “Maybe.  Why do you ask?” he replied as he sat down in his chair.  Gaon shook his head. “Because it’s weird.  At first I understood, because I was injured, but now…now it’s just sort of creepy” he explained.  Yohan chuckled. “I’m just making sure you’re alright” he replied.  Gaon huffed. “But I’m not hurt anymore, so there’s no reason to watch me” he argued before he held out his hand. “Can I also have my phone back please?  I know you have it” he stated.  This time, Yohan’s eyes darkened and took on a strange glint. “No” he replied.  Gaon frowned. “What do you mean, no?  It’s my phone, I need it for work and so that I can let Soo Hyun know that I’m okay” he explained.  Yohan shook his head. “You’re not going to be speaking to that policewoman” he argued.  Gaon’s eyes widened. “That policewoman is my best friend!  I have to let her know that I’m okay!” he explained.  Yohan slammed his hand down on his desk, causing Gaon to flinch and look at him with wide eyes as he looked back at him with narrowed eyes. “You are not talking to her and that’s final” he growled.  Gaon stared at him, stunned before he shook his head. “Then what am I supposed to do then?!  Just stay home and do nothing?!” he exclaimed.  Yohan smiled, like Gaon had just figured out his brilliant plan. “Yes” he answered.  Gaon looked at him in shock, his doe eyes wide. “But, but what about my job?!  I’m a judge!  I can’t just stay home and do nothing!” he exclaimed.  Yohan chuckled. “My dear Gaon, you’re not healed yet.  You’re not going back to work anytime soon” he cooed.  Gaon blinked before he let out a growl and glared at Yohan. “I’m not some bird that you can keep in a cage!  I’m my own person!  How dare you!  You can’t keep me here!” he screamed.  Yohan just looked at him calmly, but his eyes were still dark and dangerous. “You should watch your tone, Kim Gaon.  I don’t appreciate being talked back to” he warned.  Gaon snarled. “I’ve talked back to you since day one, why the sudden change?” he snapped.  Yohan chuckled and hummed as he crossed his arms. “I suppose you have” he murmured.  Gaon then huffed. “But seriously, sir, you can’t keep me here forever” he argued.  Yohan looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “You think I can’t?” he asked.  Gaon looked at him in disbelief. “You won’t even let me go outside?” he breathed.  Yohan smirked. “I can’t risk you running away from me” he explained.  Gaon shook his head. “I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t run” he promised.  Yohan grinned and it was like looking at a pair of razor-sharp teeth. “Humans are all liars, Judge Kim, you know this.  How can I trust you?” he purred.  Gaon huffed; he never thought in all of his years he would have to try and beg and plead to be let out of the house.   “You can trust me.  I won’t run, I promise” he promised.  Yohan hummed. “And you won’t go running to Lieutenant Yoon Soo Hyun?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  Gaon’s mouth fell open and he wanted to protest that Soo Hyun was his friend, but he knew that if he wanted to get out of the house, he would have to agree to Yohan’s ridiculous demands, so he sighed and nodded. “I—Yes, I will not go running to Soo Hyun” he agreed. “And you won’t try to call Lieutenant Soo Hyun or your mentor, Min Jung-Ho, from any phones in the house?  Or any computer?” Yohan continued.  Gaon looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you cutting off all my connections to the outside world?” he exclaimed.  Yohan looked him in the eyes, his face stern and his eyes cold. “Will you try to contact them or not?” he demanded.  Gaon opened his mouth again before he sighed heavily and hung his head. “No sir” he answered.  Yohan smiled and pushed himself out of his chair, walking around his desk and over to Gaon, standing before him.  He then reached out and gently took Gaon’s chin in his hand, slowly lifting his head so that he was looking him in the eyes. “Good boy.  But I’m still not letting you out of this house” he declared.  Gaon’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “What?!  But I agreed to everything that you asked!” he exclaimed.  Yohan smiled, darkly, and nodded. “Yes, you did, and I expect you to still do those things when I’m not here” he declared.  Gaon looked at him before he wrenched his face out of Yohan’s hand and stumbled backwards, hitting the couch arm before he walked around and sat down on the couch, stunned.  Yohan looked at him before he smirked and turned, walking into his bedroom before he slammed the door shut behind, leaving Gaon alone in the large mansion.  Gaon sat there in silence for what seem like forever, just staring at the floor, a sense of numbness coming over him. “So…you’re trapped too?” a voice called out, making him look up to see Elijah looking at him.  Gaon stared at her before he huffed and nodded. “Looks like it” he murmured.  Elijah looked at him before she huffed. “Don’t worry; you’ll get used to it after a while” she declared as she turned away from him. “I have” she whispered, just loud enough for Gaon to hear, before she continued out of the room, leaving Gaon alone again.  Gaon watched her leave before he let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against the couch, resting his head on the top of the couch cushion.  He was trapped here…just like Elijah said.  He was nothing more than a caged bird, in this big, empty mansion, only here for Kang Yohan’s entertainment.  Nothing more than a pretty little thing for Yohan to stroke and play with.  Nothing more.  What Kang Yohan wanted, Kang Yohan got and he got Kim Gaon.  He got him and he was never letting go…never again.  Kim Gaon was his.  And if anyone wanted to take him from him well…good fucking luck.

[monako-jinn-stories]

Echo X Fem!Reader FanFic

A Returning Echo ~ Before the Citadel

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“Come on Sans. It’ll be like a tiny vacation. You guys always come with me,” you whined, tugging on the clone’s arm.

“Sorry, mesh’la, we can’t go with you this time. We still got some shinies we gotta train,” Sans laughed while walking with you through the barracks.

“Who’s going to go with me then? I need big strong troops to protect me. Do you want me to be vulnerable?” you pouted.

“Of course not, mesh’la, but we can’t exactly disobey General Windu’s orders. Why not take Echo? I’m sure General Skywalker wouldn’t care if you stole him for a little bit,” Steele suggested.

“But you and Hex and Steele are my royal guard. Plus when I was away, all you did was disobey Mace.”

“That’s a different situation,” he said, waving a hand dismissively, which you immediately grabbed and pulled on like a youngling.

“Pleaseeeeeee,” you begged, tugging on his arm and giving him your best porg-eyed look.

“Not this time, General,” he said, patting your cheek gently earning another groan from you. “You know, I don’t know if I should call you that with how you’re acting like a child.”

“I’m not!” you said, straightening up and crossing your arms. “I’m acting perfectly mature and like a general should.”

“Yeah,” Sans laughed, “and banthas fly.”

“I can make them fly,” you mumbled, walking into the training room in front of him.

“Like how you made Steele fly?”

“I heard my name!” Steele said loudly from his spot standing in front of a squad of shinies. You recognized it as the squad you’d met about a week ago, Uma, Skipper, Bullseye, Ripple, and Lightweight.

“How did you hear that? I didn’t even say it that loud,” Sans questioned.

“I have exceptional hearing,” Steele said while walking over with Hex and shrugging.

“No, you just always think people are talking about you,” Hex countered.

“Well, they should be. I mean, look at me,” he said, striking a pose, “I’m fabulous.”

“Fabulously stupid,” Sans muttered, earning a light smack from the clone he insulted. “Hey! Don’t hit me in front of the shinies! I’m your commander!”

“Well don’t call me stupid,” Steele said, moving to hide behind Hex while sticking his tongue out at Sans who then lunged forward and pulled him into a headlock. Steele struggled in his hold while Sans rubbed a noogie into his head, messing up his hair. You laughed at them, the shinies watching curiously as well.

“Speaking of shinies,” Hex said as Sans and Steele fell to the ground while grappling with each other, “troopers, since this is General Jinn, or y/n, and she prefers informality, you don’t need to stand at attention or salute to her. But, if this was another general, how would you be expected to stand?”

The shinies all instantly snapped their heads forward and straightened their backs, staring ahead. Their arms were at their sides and when Hex gave a salute, they immediately snapped their arms up in unison.

“At ease, boys,” he said, and they all instantly relaxed and looked around. Sans and Steele joined Hex, toning their mischief down to small nudges and pokes. Hex moved to stand between them, and they both leaned around him to make faces at each other.

“Your commander and major may be childish,” he said, side eyeing Sans and Steele, “but I can promise you that others in the GAR are far from it. Act like these two in front of Commander Wolffe of the 104th battalion and you’ll be cleaning the refreshers for the next 3 months.”

“Aw, look at them,” Steele said, waving an arm out to the shinies who’s eyes were now slightly widened with what looked like fear, “you scared them.”

“Would you rather them end up like you when you decided it would be fun to try and act like a Wolffepack shiny and nearly got decommissioned?”

“That was just because ol’ Wolffy boy is a grumpy old man and doesn’t know how to have fun.”

“Yeah, well, more than enough of Jawa squad has nearly been decommissioned,” Hex said before turning back to the new troopers, “so take a lesson from us. Act how you’re supposed to, do what you’re told, have fun when it’s appropriate. Understood?”

“Yes, Captain!” They said at once.

“So you really can’t go?” You asked Sans one last time. You gave him pleading eyes again and he just chuckled while shaking his head.

“No, mesh’la. As you can see, I need to make sure these boys are trained to ‘act how you’re supposed to, do what you’re told, have fun when it’s appropriate,’ as Hex put it.” You sighed dramatically, letting it turn into a groan.

“Uuuuuuugggggghhhhh fiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeeee,” you groaned, turning and moping out of the room. You almost went to find Tie and Aid to see if they would join you, but given the rocky relationship they’d had since Bomber’s death, you decided that a trip with just the three of you wouldn’t be a good idea.

You settled on going to ask Echo, because if you were going to take anyone, it might as well be him since you would be getting some quiet time together on the flights there and back.

With one or both of you seemingly always in battle, it was hard for you to get more than a few hours or a night's rest together. Comming and pinging each other every night wasn’t the same as seeing each other, and so even just being able to glance at him while he guarded you would be better than not seeing each other at all.

You wandered through the barracks to where the 501st training room was. Echo and Fives were supposed to be instructing some new 501st troopers today, and you found yourself questioning why Rex had trusted them of all people, other than the fact that they were ARCs. Though you loved him dearly, Echo was a bit much when it came to regulation and rules, and Fives… Well Fives was Fives.

You walked into the training room, and Echo was standing with Fives in front of the troopers. You couldn’t help but feel proud as you watched Echo speak to them. He sounded formal and assertive, a tone you rarely heard from him.

“So, that is why reading the regulation manuals is always important. Now, can anyone tell me what part 107, section G 27 is about?”

The troopers looked around at each other, some shifting nervously in their spots.

“Come on, if you want to be ARCs someday, you’ll need to be able to tell me these things.”

“Uh, sir? Part 107 section G 27 doesn’t exist. Part 107 only goes up to section E 13,” one of them said.

“Good, you have read them. So tell me what part 107 section E 13 is then.”

The poor trooper’s nerves flooded through the force. You could sense him scrambling for an answer. Luckily for him, Fives noticed you then and smirked, nudging Echo in the side. Echo gave him an annoyed look before he turned to where Fives was nodding. When he saw you, his eyes lit up and a grin split his lips.

“Stand at attention,” he ordered out before motioning for you to come over. “This is General Y/n Jinn of the 17th battalion. She is a Jedi master and the queen of Dohbar.” The men nodded, saluting to you while still looking straight ahead.

“Oh, please,” you said, waving them off with a hand. “At ease, I hate when people are formal with me.” The clones looked between themselves then at Echo, who nodded silently by your side.

“Another thing, most important to remember,” Echo said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, “is that she is my girlfriend.” The troopers looked around, eyes slightly wide while a few blushed.

“Uh, sir?” One of them said, looking around nervously.

“Yes, Blinker?” Echo asked.

“Uh, forgive me sir, but isn’t it against the codes for clones to be in a relationship? Especially with a higher up?” Fives snickered to your side, finding the situation funny as Echo was known for being strictly by the codes. Echo managed to keep his composure, his arm tightening slightly around you.

“Yes, but it’s something I’ve chosen to ignore. I’ve found that it’s much more worth it,” he said, smiling down at you. You smiled back, cupping his cheek with your hand and giving him a quick kiss. His cheeks darkened and he cleared his throat, looking back at the troopers with a straight face. They had all chuckled at his slight fluster, but stopped immediately when he looked at them with a stern gaze.

“So, what did you come here for, darling?” He asked, looking back at you.

“Oh, I need to ask you a question. Well, it’s probably more of a question for Anakin, but he’s with Padmé and I don’t really care about getting his permission,” you shrugged at the last bit, earning a chuckle from Fives.

“See, this is why I like her,” he said, slipping a hand around your waist and pulling you into a side hug. “She’s fun, she’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she’s nothing like you.”

“Hold on, how does that make sense? You like her because she’s nothing like me, yet you like me too. You say I’m your favorite vod”

“You are, and I do like you. But you and her are like two ends of a circle,” Fives explained, “and I’m the connecting piece between you.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Yes it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Maybe for once I’m just smarter than you, because it does.”

“I’d say it does make sense, if you use ‘Fives logic’,” you added, finger quoting the last part.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Echo said with a slightly offended tone while Fives laughed.

“See, she’s smart! She gets it,” Fives said, giving you a side squeeze before letting you go. Echo just rolled his eyes, turning to the troopers again. They were all amusedly watching the interaction, but snapped back to attention when Echo looked at them.

“Alright, I guess I’ll have to leave you in Fives’s command for a few minutes. If he tries to make you do anything stupid, don’t do it,” Echo said.

“Hey! I’m their commanding officer, not following my orders is insubordination.”

“Yeah, well, not following my orders to not do anything stupid is insubordination.”

“Whatever,” Fives said, scoffing and sticking his tongue out at Echo. Echo just rolled his eyes before he held his hand out for you. You happily took it, following him out into the hall.

“So,” Echo said when you were alone, “what were you needing to ask me? What cake flavor I’ll want for the wedding?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you laughed, walking with him down the hall. “It’s actually something more serious.”

“Serious?” He asked, looking at you curiously.

“Well, not serious, more like important? That’s still not a great word,” you said, furrowing your brows in thought before shrugging and giving up on finding the right word. “I normally have Sans, Hex, and Steele do this, but they’re busy, so I was wondering if you could escort me on a diplomatic trip.”

“Is it to Dohbar?” Echo asked, and you saw the excitement light up his eyes.

“No, sadly it’s not. It’s to Onderon,” you replied, and some of the excitement faded before he smiled again.

“I guess any trip with you is one I’ll happily take,” he said before adding, “though I do want to see your home some day.”

“As you’ve said many times. And you will, I promise. Maybe it’ll be when we have this wedding you keep talking about,” you laughed, and he chuckled with you.

“This wedding is happening,” he said confidently. “Even if I have to wait until I’m old and battleworn, you will be my bride, darling. I promise, I swear to the Maker.”

“Echo,” you said sadly, reaching up and holding his face. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and gently kissing your palm before he looked at you again. “I thought we agreed not to make promises like that?”

“I can’t help it, mesh’la. Not when I love you this much.” Your heart swelled at that, and you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him desperately, as if he was your only source of energy. You didn’t go far when you separated, pressing your forehead to his and moving your hands to hold his cheeks. He held you tightly around the waist, keeping you close to him as if he would never let go.

“When do you need to leave?” He asked quietly after a few minutes.

“At 1000.”

“Darling, that’s 10 minutes away.”

“Oops,” you giggled, stepping back and smiling innocently at him.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” he mumbled, kissing you one last time before he went off to pack, and you went to comm Anakin.

Once you were back at the Jedi temple and in your quarters, you decided to comm Anakin while you packed your bag. He wasn’t picking up, so you were about to just ping him to tell him you were stealing Echo for the day, when he finally answered.

“Y/n, you know not to comm me when I’m with Padmé,” Anakin said as he answered.

“Well why are you answering your comm then?” You countered, tossing a dress into your bag.

“Because it was going off. I’m not an idiot,” he said, and you could hear the eye roll he gave you.

“I beg to differ,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey!”

“She’s not completely wrong,” Padmé added from somewhere in the background.

“Wha-hey! That’s not fair! You’re supposed to defend me!” Anakin said to Padmé, and you just heard her chuckle as her footsteps faded.

“Anyways,” Anakin said, focusing back on your comm call, “what did you need?”

“I was comming to tell you that Echo is going with me on a diplomatic trip to Onderon.”

“He is? Why?”

“Sans, Hex, and Steele are busy, and I thought it would be nice to take him offplanet, just the two of us.”

“Well, how long will you be gone?”

“Only a day, we’ll probably be back by tonight since I don’t usually like staying after meetings.”

“Alright, well, he was supposed to help Fives with some new troops,” Anakin said.

“I’m sure Fives can…handle it?” You replied, the last part sounding like more of a question than a statement.

“Yeah, you sound real confident in that,” he laughed.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. And if you’re worried about Fives being, well, Fives, I’m sure Kix or Rex would be able to help,” you suggested.

“I guess you’re right. Just don’t brainwash Echo or anything, I need him in top shape.”

“Sir yes sir,” you joked, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“I’m serious, he better not come back with even the tiniest scratch.”

“Whatever you say, Skywalker.”

You ended the comm and quickly finished packing your bag before heading to the hangar. You met Echo there, and he smiled as he walked over to you.

“So, am I supposed to fly you there as well?” He asked, walking onto the royal ship after you.

“No, I can fly, but I’m not allowed to have any weapons on me during the meeting, only you can,” you said, sitting down and starting the ship.

“Wait, you can’t even have your lightsaber on you?” He questioned, slight disbelief in his eyes.

“Nope. At these meetings, I’m not y/n Jinn. I’m y/n Monako. I’m not a Jedi, I’m a queen,” you explained, flying out of the atmosphere.

“I don’t know if I like the idea of you being without a weapon, even if I’m there to protect you. What if something happens to me? What if I can’t help you?” he questioned, brows furrowed as he studied you.

You set the autopilot and turned to look at Echo. He had genuine concern in his eyes, and his fingers were fidgeting in his lap.

“Echo, I’ll be fine. It's always like this, and nothing ever happens. Besides, it’s a meeting with Republic rulers, none of them are threats.”

“But that’s the thing, y/n. It’s a meeting with Republic rulers. It would be the perfect chance for a Separatist attack. They’ll get a whole group of rulers at once,” he said, looking at you as if it should be obvious.

“Echo, trust me. It’ll all be fine. Plus, I can still defend myself without a lightsaber,” you said. “Don’t forget where I come from. Dohbar is known for our hand-to-hand combat skills.”

“Your hands won’t deflect a blaster shot,” he countered, folding his arms over his chest. You fought the eye roll that you nearly gave him. You settled for raising a brow at him before sighing and standing up. Tension was starting to fill the air, so you decided that rather than fighting, you would just walk away before an argument started.

“I have to go change, it’s only a short flight. Call for me if anything happens,” you said shortly, walking out of the cockpit and into the bunk room. You opened your bag and pulled out your dress, setting it on your bed. You didn’t like dressing up in general, and you especially hated dressing up for diplomatic events. It was another reminder of who you were first. No matter how much you wanted it to be different, you would always be y/n Monako before you were y/n Jinn.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you turned around to see Echo standing in the doorway, looking at the ground and playing with his gloves. He looked up briefly before looking back down. You waited for him to speak, and he took a shaky breath before he did.

“W-were not fighting again, are we?” He asked in a quiet voice. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him, walking over and lifting his chin with a finger.

“Echo, just because we’re in a disagreement, that doesn’t mean we’re fighting,” you said, and he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze.

“I just…after the other day, I don’t want to ruin this. I’m…I'm scared of losing you.”

“You won’t ever lose me, Echo. I promise.”

“Didn’t you just say earlier that we weren’t supposed to make promises like that?” He teased, and you allowed your eyes to roll this time.

“Shush it, or I'll break my promise.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes with a smile.

“You wanna bet?”

“30 credits.”

“Deal,” you said, shaking Echo’s hand briefly before shoving him to the side and running out of the room. Needing to hide, you desperately looked around until you saw a vent. You quickly used the force to remove the cover before jumping up into it. You replaced the cover, and watched as Echo ran into the room, looking for you.

“Wait, where did you go?”

“I told you I would break the promise,” you laughed into your comm in a whisper, not wanting him to hear you above him. “Looks like you lost me.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he responded, slowly turning in his spot as he scanned the room. “Seriously, where did you go?”

“You have to find me yourself,” you giggled back, hearing his huff in response. He walked to a far part of the room, and you giggled while watching.

“You’re getting colder,” you teased.

“Do you do this with your troopers?” He asked as he moved closer before moving a few things around.

“No, but that’s because they already know all my hiding spots.”

“Figures. You know who would find this fun?”

“Fives,” you laughed, quickly stopping when the vent cover creaked slightly under you, causing Echo to freeze as he heard it. He straightened up from where he’d been crouching and scanned the room again. This time, he looked at the ceiling and you held as still as possible as his eyes searched for you. His gaze paused as he looked at the vent, and a smirk crawled onto his lips.

“Really? Hiding in the vents? You know that’s what creepy people do, right? And tookas?”

“Well meow meow I’m a tooka now,” you responded before making a grossed out face, him making one as well. “Pretend like I never said that.”

“Yeah, already am,” he said. You shifted around so that you were no longer standing on the cover and removed it so you could drop down. You let out a gasp as Echo caught you in his arms, chuckling at your surprise.

“M’lady,” he said, setting your feet down and keeping an arm around you as you steadied yourself.

“Why thank you, kind gentlemen,” you said, and he winked at you before kissing the top of your hand. “Now, can I change into my dress in peace?”

“What if I come with you and help you?” he asked, a sly grin on his face.

“I think I can put a dress on by myself,” you replied, slipping away as he pouted.

You change quickly, not wanting to leave Echo alone for long. Though it wasn’t the most romantic trip, it was still the first one you’d gone on alone with him, and you wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. When you walked back out, he was sitting quietly in his seat reading something on his datapad. You walked over and slipped your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Really? You haven’t memorized all of those yet?” You asked, noticing he was reading a regulation manual.

“I could have sworn there was a part 107 section G 27,” he mumbled in response, scrolling further down.

“Hmm, well if there is, you can find it later,” you said, reaching down and turning the datapad off. Echo chuckled, setting it off to the side and looking at you as you sat across from him.

“Which one of us is being needy for attention? Me or you?” He joked.

“It’s my turn, you were the other day,” you replied, earning another chuckle from him.

You talked about random things for the rest of the short trip, passing the time smoothly. You’d almost forgotten you were on a diplomatic trip until the navisystem signaled that you had almost arrived. You brought the ship out of hyperspace and flew down to the palace.

As you got off the ship, you were greeted by king Katuunko of Toydaria and king Ramsis Dendup of Onderon. You noticed Queen Breha’s ship as well as some others, but you assumed they were all inside already.

“Ah, Queen Monako. I see you’re in good health,” Katuunko said. He bowed slightly to you, and you returned the gesture.

“I look better than I am. My current injuries are internal,” you said, subconsciously rubbing your ribs that had been broken.

“I see. The war and its soldiers continue to deceive us,” Dendup commented.

“Well, I am doing my best to hide it,” you admitted with a shrug.

“And who is this? He’s not one of your normal guards,” Katuunko said, looking at Echo.

“I’m ARC-Trooper CT-1409, sir,” Echo said, saluting to the Toydarian.

“An ARC trooper, now I haven’t met one of you before. I hear you’re some of the best men out there.”

“We certainly try to be, sir.”

“Well, you are doing a good job. I know we feel safe under the GAR’s protection.”

“We couldn’t do it without our Jedi either,” Echo said, glancing at you and smiling. “They are quite amazing.”

“Echo here is quite the charmer,” you said. “Surprisingly, Sans didn’t try very hard to compete with him for my affections.”

“Sans let him have you easily? That doesn’t sound much like him,” Dendup chuckled.

“I know, I was pretty surprised myself, but he loved me enough to let me be happy.”

“He has always been an admirable man,” Katuunko commented before turning to the palace. “We should join the others, you are the last to arrive, like usual.”

“Hey, I’m fashionably late, so I don’t want to hear it.”

“When did you leave Coruscant? Was it after 1000?”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter. And besides, you’ve been late plenty of times as well.” Katuunko laughed at that, shaking his head as you entered the building. Echo followed behind you all and glanced around the palace. He’d never been in one before, and it was stunning to him. He couldn’t believe that people actually lived in a place like this. He peered into a ballroom as you walked by, and suddenly he remembered something from a while ago. The night of the event to celebrate the troopers, Codo had teased you about telling Echo a story about Onderon. One you refused to let him know.

“Excuse me, kings,” he said, and both Katuunko and Dendup turned to look at him. “Would either of you by chance know of a story about y/n from visiting Onderon? Maybe one she wouldn’t like people to share?”

You were confused for a second before you realized what he was talking about, and your face flushed as your mouth dropped open.

“Oh,” Dendup said with a grin, “you mean about the time she-“

“Nope! No no, you are not telling him that story!” You said, covering Echo’s ears and shooting Dendup a look.

“Alright alright, I won’t tell him,” he laughed, before whispering to Katuunko, “at least not when she’s around.” Katuunko laughed as well before you continued on. You finally reached the room where the meeting was happening and joined the rest of the people.

“Nice of you to finally join us, may we please start now?” Yos Kolina said.

You took your seat at the end of a couch, sitting next to Breha who smiled warmly at you. She was always a pleasant person to be around and kept these meetings civil.

Echo stood at the doorway directly across from you, glancing around at the other rulers before smiling warmly at you. You smiled back before somebody spoke.

“Alright, as some of you may know, some of Palpatine’s recent decrees have been unfavorable,” Kolina began. “We are here to discuss these decrees and speak freely on them, and decide on what actions may need to be taken.”

“With all due respect, I do not believe we are in a position to make decisions on what to do over the Chancellor's actions. This is a matter for our senators,” Dendup spoke up.

“Yes, Dendup does have a point,” Breha said, “but, we could discuss what we would like our senators to know, and what we would like them to do.”

“Either way, I agree we need to discuss them. Some are quite worrying and seem to favor more powerful systems over the less fortunate,” Katuunko commented. You nodded along with them, making slight acknowledgements of agreement as the conversation began.

Not long after it started, you felt yourself already becoming quite bored. You certainly hadn’t missed these diplomatic trips, and wished that your Jedi duties had interfered again. Your mind wandered as you sat there, eyes staring off as people talked around you. You weren’t always very vocal at meetings, sometimes preferring to hear others' arguments before you spoke your mind.

As your eyes and mind wandered, they ended up landing on Echo. You took notice of him watching you intently, glancing around only when other people shifted in their seats, but always looking back to you. A thought came to mind, and you smirked to yourself as you decided to play with him.

You moved your leg so that the slit of your dress almost revealed you. Almost. And Echo certainly noticed, cursing under his breath as his cheeks heated up, and he was glad for the codpiece to hide himself. Glancing over, you saw his eyes move from where your dress had almost revealed to meet your gaze. It was beginning to get fiery, and you quickly looked away, acting as though you’d done nothing.

After a few minutes you decided to lean forward slowly, bringing your arms closer together to show off your chest more. You sensed Echo’s growing impatience from across the room before he suddenly spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking over to the group, not looking over at you. “Queen Monako and I were supposed to check in with the council when we arrived, and we forgot. Would it be a bother for her to join me for a quick transmission?”

The others in the meeting looked at each other before Dendup nodded.

“You may go. I know how the council may worry and think the worst.”

Echo looked at you then, his gaze fiery and intense. You stood and followed him out of the room, confused as to what he was up to. Your question was answered before you could ask, however, as he suddenly pulled you into a refresher and locked the door.

“M’lady,” he said, opening the door and letting you walk out. You giggled and led the way back, walking in and seeing the others in the middle of a conversation.

“Ahh, Queen Monako. Was everything alright with the council?” Dendup asked as he saw you.

“Oh, yes. They just felt like informing me on every little thing the 17th have done since I departed,” you lied easily, taking your seat next to Breha again. She looked at you quizzically but didn’t say anything.

“Ah, I see. Knowing your commander, captain, and major, I’m not surprised that it was a long talk,” he chuckled.

“Yes, but unfortunately you missed most of the meeting,” Katuunko said. “We were about to wrap it up.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright,” you said. “Would you be able to at least give a quick summary?”

“Of course,” he replied. They gave you a quick rundown of what had happened, and you nodded along and agreed with most everything they had decided on. After that, Dendup walked everyone back out to their ships. You said goodbye to him, Breha, and Katuunko, the ones you liked the most, and waved them off as they flew away. You then boarded your own ship, waving to Dendup as he stood on the platform, before you flew out of the atmosphere. Setting the ship into autopilot, you turned and winked at Echo as you began the trip back to Coruscant. When you returned, Anakin was waiting in the hangar to greet you.

“I hope you enjoyed your trip,” he said to Echo as he walked off with you.

“Oh, uh, it was quite…quite the trip,” he said, face flushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Anakin seemed to pick up on what Echo was trying to avoid, as his expression changed.

“The trip to Onderon isn’t even that long,” he said, looking at you.

“Nothing happened on the ship,” you said, giving him a smug look. He scrunched his face in disgust at your comment, shaking his head as well.

“I don’t need to know any more, I don’t want to know anymore. I’m taking my trooper back.”

“Actually, sir,” Echo said, gaining his composure again, “me and y/n were going to go out, and then go back to her quarters for the night.”

Anakin opened his mouth to protest, but seemed to decide against it as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright, well, I need you tomorrow. I don’t trust what Fives taught those shinies, or what he might have put them up to.”

“Me neither, sir, now that you mention it.”

“I’m sure it’s all fine,” you said, grabbing Echo’s hand. “Come on, let’s go change. I’m craving a shawda club sandwich right now.”

“You’re going to Dexter’s?” Anakin said. “Can you bring me back a-“

“Kowakian crumb cake? Yes, but you still owe me from the last one as well, and I’m charging extra for delivery,” you said.

“Fine fine, I’ll give you 50 credits, how’s that?”

“Deal,” you said, taking them from his hand. “Oh, that reminds me, you lost the bet,” you said, turning to Echo.

“That was just for fun,” he said.

“Nope. If you shake on it, it’s a bet.”

“How about I buy dinner? That’ll be more than 30 credits,” he offered. You pursed your lips as you thought for a second.

“Okay, deal,” you said. “Now let’s go.” As you began to walk away, you were stopped by Anakin yelling after you.

“I said no scratches on my trooper!”

Echo looked at you as you laughed, looking at the scratches you had put on his neck.

“You don’t want to know why they’re there,” you yelled back, winking at Anakin.

You went up to your quarters and changed into your normal clothes, Echo into his civvie ones, and went to Dexter’s. Afterwards, you went back to your quarters, changed into pjs, grabbed Marvin, and snuggled up on the couch, watching holo movies before falling asleep. Echo woke up and realized you were still on the couch, so he carried you to your bed, and crawled under the covers with you. You instantly curled up to him, sighing contently as he wrapped his arms around you. A thought came to you as you slept. You thought of what it would be like to have this every night, no war to worry about, just the fun activities of the next day with your love.

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[ssahoodrathotchner]

it tis i, bestie (🕯)

s4ep1, and i watch this episode over lo-fi alot

hotch, all bloody and fucked up and yet still absolutely brilliant, strapping on a bullet best with half his hearing gone, a friend in surgery and about to be dead (forewarning of haley's death??), being annoyed at morgan for running off alone as though he wouldnt do the same thing and still profiling like a badass (i love him so goddamn much)

then there is, of course, the entire ten minutes at the end of garcia and morgan's interaction, "you sound stressed" "do i?", the bargaining garcia does, before just going to a softer "morgan, morgan please" when she just knows, GOD GIVEN SOLACE!!, "dont ever stop talking to me" "i cant because im mad at you", "i can wait" (to god: when)

just fuckin ugh i love it sm

helloooooooo

yes !! Hotch really just doesn’t stop in this entire episode. gets blown up ?? walk it off. passes out at the hospital ?? he’s fine just give him his clothes. that man puts everyone else above his own well-being which is admirable but also so stupid ?? like ?? Hotch take care of yourself !!!!!!! pleaseeeeeee but also he looks hot af covered in blood and dirt soooooo

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MORGAN AND GARCIA OMG i love love love love them so much and it’s a fuckin CRIME they didn’t live happily ever after in love after this because there’s nothing platonic about their conversation at all. at. all.

anyways yes Lo-fi is a great episode and now i want to go watch it again 😂😂

[rahleeyah]

Hi hello! I just wanted to pop by and echo your pervious anon and say just how devastatingly beautiful your EO fic is. I love the convention of an outsider’s perspective and seeing Liv though Eli’s eyes in Stubborn Love and Elliot through Lindstrom’s in Intercession. Like I kept stubborn love open in a tab for a week refreshing on the daily between reading chapter 1 and when you updated because it lives in my soul now.

I love the idea of Noah accidentally narcing on Liv to Amanda. And Amanda getting her hackles up to tell Elliot that he needs get his shit together if he’s going to be spending time with Liv because she’s been through too goddamn much to be piecing his life back together too.

What popped in to my head was the idea of Liv seeing how much Eli misses his life in Rome and maybe she’s never going to be able to cook well enough to make it feel like home, but she starts talking to Eli in Italian. And the first time she does it is actually kind of a lark because Eli had spaced out and she had asked him the same question twice but hadn’t gotten an answer. So for some reason, mostly joking, she asks again in Italian and he responds without realizing then freezes looks at her like who is this woman? She laughs it off but from then on Eli will talk to Liv in Italian—not all the time, because as the youngest of 5 he’s keenly aware of what it feels like to get shut of of a conversation and would never want Noah to feel that way with his mom—but just enough that Eli doesn’t feel like he’s going to lose that part of himself too.

Also thank you for letting Liv come apart at the seams just a little bit in Intercession as we all know she needs to. GIRL HAS BEEN THROUGH IT. It’s too much.

Anyway, can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned next!

ANON. what a gift this message is. I love your brain. And I am so grateful to you for your kind words about the work. I'm doing something a little different from my usual with these stories but it's just bc what's happening between Elliot and Olivia at this juncture in their lives is so compelling to me that I wanna SCREAM and then examine it from every possible angle. So thank you for coming along for the ride, and for being so dang nice.

SECOND. AMANDA BROWBEATING ELLIOT INTO BEING A BETTER MAN FOR LIV YES PLEASEEEEEEE like. We know Amanda will throw down for Olivia. We know that when she suspected Cassidy was hiding out in Liv's apartment - and risking Liv's career - Amanda goes straight there and reads him the riot act until he finally breaks and takes responsibility for his own stupidity. If she sees Liv struggling, sad, tired, and hears rumors about Elliot going off the deep end?? If she arranges a meet with him? If she starts laying into him but Elliot's no Cassidy and he gets right back into her face? Please give me Amanda mad as a hornet and Elliot defensive and both of them slowly, begrudgingly growing to respect each other and their love for Liv.

THIRD - ANON YES PLEASE. Olivia speaking Italian to Eli to help him feel more at home 😭😭😭😭 Eli being a little 😳 when the Italian comes out of her mouth - her accent is better than his dad's - he just wasn't expecting it and every time he turns around she surprises him, and goes out of her way to make him feel welcome. WHAT ABOUT ELI AT THE STATION, ANGRY ABOUT SOMETHING HIS DAD'S DONE, AND THEY END UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUAD ROOM HAVING A FURIOUS CONVERSATION IN ITALIAN WHILE EVERYONE WATCHES LIKE 👀👀👀👀?? Eli teaching Italian to Noah, just a few words here and there, and Liv is 🥰🥰🥰 watching her boys together. Liv helping Eli feel connected to his old life, letting him know it's ok to miss the way things used to be but that doesn't mean he can't build something good right where he is.

FOURTH: GOOD GOD LIV NEEDS A BREAK like???? After all of this? Tucker, Simon, covid, the lawsuit, Kathy, Elliot, being held hostage again; Olivia has to be close to snapping. I want to see her have a come apart. I want to see what's going on in her head and honestly I would love to see her get in Elliot's face about it. He needs to know what he's doing to her. He needs to know he isn't the only one suffering. He needs to know he's not alone. He probably could do with a quick kick in the teeth too. I loved giving Liv a chance to vent a little and I'm looking at Lindstrom coming back for one of these new episodes like please on god please tell me they're bringing him back to give her the chance to get it all out. If they just needed a psychiatrist they could use any actor but they picked him and I'm just hoping that means maybe we'll catch a glimpse of Olivia talking honestly about what's going on. Just the thought of it is making me feral.