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Hi!!! Could you write for Jake or johnnie? For Jake him and the reader are trying food in his car during one of his lives and he keeps spilling stuff and throwing it outside, or for johnnie it could be him singing to the reader during a live and have it be all cute? Thank you!!

late night talking | j.w.

pairing: jake webber x fem!reader

summary: you can’t sleep and jake finds something to do for both of you.

warnings: the restaurant is made up by me, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: thank you! i decided to go with jake. hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest:)

“Jake?” you asked quietly to check if your boyfriend was asleep.

“Hm?” he mumbled while turning his body so you were face to face.

It was almost two in the morning and you just couldn’t fall asleep, you didn’t feel tired and your mind was giving you many ideas of what you could be doing right now instead of wasting time and just laying there.

“I can’t sleep.” even though Jake couldn’t see you with how dark it was, he just knew you were pouting and just an image of this in his head made him want to coo and hug you.

“Me neither.” he stated and after a moment of comfortable silence he offered “We could go for a drive.”

“Yes please.” not wasting any time you got up from the bed and went to take your hoodie, well Jake’s hoodie. Jake laughed silently but followed your lead. Soon enough you were sitting in his car driving through random streets.

After few minutes you offered “We could go live on instagram.”

Jake looked at you with w smirk “Testing food?”

“Oh my god, yes!” you loved testing food with Jake, it was always funny and somewhat cute.

Jake took his phone and gave it to you, so you could start live on his instagram.

Not even a few seconds after starting, there was already about 700 people.

“Hi guys.” you smiled widely trying to position Jake’s phone on the dashboard “We couldn’t sleep so we decided to entertain you a little.”

“Yeah, we will be trying food from somewhere.” Jake added “You can write in comments where do you think we should go to eat something.”

After few minutes of answering questions and looking through comments you drew Jake’s attention “Oh, Zola said we should try Orlando’s. It’s like a more elegant fast food, in her words.”

“Oh okay.” Jake nodded and you quickly looked for the location of said restaurant on your phone and then you gave it to Jake so he could drive you there. “Oh it’s actually really near.”

You answered some of fans’ questions while Jake drove you to your destination and then he parked near drive-thru so you could have a look on a menu.

“So it’s really late so we won’t take the whole menu but you can write your recommendations if you’ve been here before.” Jake told his viewers while you were looking at the website.

“I really want to try their apple pie.” you stated looking at the photo and then you showed it to the people on live “It looks yummy.”

Few minutes later you had your order in the car and Jake decided to park on a parking area near restaurant so you could start testing.

“What do we start with?” you asked giving him his drink.

“What do you feel like might be good?” he looked at you with a smile and kissed your cheek.

“Hm… This pizza smells good.” you stated and he took pizza box on his laps. He opened it and showed it to viewers.

“Smells good but looks are 4/10.” he decided and you definitely agreed. This pizza didn’t look the best. “Let’s try it.”

And let’s just said, Jake ended up throwing pizza, nuggets, two pies and milkshakes out of the car.

“At least fries were good.” you shrugged hugging Jake’s arm. He kissed your forehead.

“So we definitely don’t recommend this restaurant. If you like it then you have shitty taste, literally.” you both laughed “We will be ending this live in a moment and go to eat something actually edible but thank you for being with us.”

“But no thanks to the person who made us eat this shit.” you joked and Jake giggled.

“See you soon guys.�� Jake ended the live and hugged you “Let’s just go home and make cocoa hm?”

“Yes please.” you yawned and buckled yourself after kissing Jake.

Soon you were in your apartment cuddling on the couch with Jake and sipping hot cocoa.

“We kind of wasted night for this shitty food.” Jake pouted placing his head on your shoulder.

“We did, but I could waste all my nights like this with you.” you pecked his lips.

You liked sleepless nights like this.

[melobin]

behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau #21

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite camgirl also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 700

✧. chapter warnings. half smau, half written. there is writing below the texts !

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“how are you feeling?” you looked at sungchan as you fell back against the couch, letting your body relax into the cushions as he sat next to you, hands resting on your thigh.

“tired, confused, shocked” he smiled weakly at your response, your fingers fingering and lacing through his. he looked down at where your hands connected as he played with your fingers.

“do you want to talk about it?“ he looked up at you, the weak smile still on his lips.

“we should” you squeezed your fingers around his “where do you want to start?”

“i’ve been watching merci, you, for a few months, your account popped up when i was looking through sites. i only looked out of curiosity i didn’t plan to stay there but then i saw you and heard your voice and i couldn’t click off. ended up watching almost every one of your streams after that” he sighed and leaned further back into the couch as he spoke “merci just had something no one else did and i was hooked, found your twitter, kept up with your streaming schedule, never had enough to donate to you but i always watched you. i never pieced together that you were actually her though. your bed sheets were different and lets be honest i never once took my eyes off of you in those streams so i never noticed the background” you took in his words, nodding your head whilst playing with his fingers.

“you liked merci enough to create a twitter account and follow only her?” you laughed at your own question, sungchan sounded somewhat amused as he responded.

“i wanted to try and talk to you and i knew eunseok was sick and tired of listening to me ramble on about merci so i decided to take things into my own hands and try and talk to you, i didn’t think it’d work but it did”

“eunseok knew”

“he knew everything, he thought i was dumb for trying to talk to a twitter famous camgirl and thought i’d never get your attention but i proved him wrong”

“oh he’ll be so proud of you now” sungchan laughed at your response, watching you as you continued to look down at where your fingers were connected “what about me?”

“you?”

“i mean, your feelings for me” you looked at him once you spoke, he seemed nervous.

“they started a little before me and somi broke up, i didn’t act on them then because i had a girlfriend and act we we broke up i didn’t act on them purely out of fear. we’re roommates, you trusted me and i didn’t want to ruin that just because i had a crush, i also didn’t know how you’d react so i just never told you. eunseok told me i should’ve but i ended up talking to merci at the same time i wanted to get over the feelings”

“did you get over them?”

“i thought i did but” he squeezed your hand again and sighed, sungchan had always been open and vulnerable with you but this was a whole new level “the moment i saw you when you opened the door they all hit me again, im sorry”

“why are you sorry?”

“i don’t want things to be weird between us”

“sungchan we’ve already had sex i don’t think anything you say can change the dynamic we have” you smiled softly at him, wishing you could reassure him “plus i don’t want you to say sorry, i never got over you either”

“how did you end up liking me?” you shrugged at his question and sighed.

“i never meant to, i guess your caring nature and the things you always done for me took a toll on me and i ended up crushing on you, i tried getting over it mainly because of somi but” you passed and looked at him again, your eyes gentle yet worried, he squeezed your hand again “i don’t want to get rid of them anymore, if that’s okay with you” he smiled at you, smiled brighter than you had seen in a while. his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you against him, lips pressing against your forehead.

“that’s more than okay, angel”.

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[peachhcs]

congrats on 700 followers!!! ⭐️ for your celly, a blurb with prompt #1 with gabe perreault and any girl oc!!

long day cuddles

gabe perreault x fem!reader

after a long day, all gabe wants to do is crawl into his girlfriend's bed

0.5k words

gabeeee i love him so much. i think a gabe au is on the way at some point in the future! writing him is so much fun, i hope you like this requested blurb :)

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you were the only thing on gabe’s mind as he finished up with classes for the day. he trudged his way towards your dorm with the only thing he wanted was to crawl into your bed and fall asleep. finals drained everything out of him, especially since he had so much studying to catch up on after missing class due to being at the frozen four. he knew he needed a break though and you were the perfect pit stop before the library where he’d drown himself in his textbooks for the rest of the night. 

he typed a quick message to you to let you know he would be at your dorm in five minutes so you could let him in. you responded almost immediately saying you would head down. gabe couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto his lips knowing he got to see you in 50 steps. it was hard to find time together with your busy schedules, so the boy was grateful both of you had some free time. 

he could see you standing by the door as he got closer, your own smile painting your lips when you spotted your boyfriend coming. gabe widened his stride to cut the walk down, scooping you into his arms as soon as he was close enough. 

“hi baby,” you smiled into his shoulder. 

“hi, so good to see you,” the dark-haired boy pecked your lips before leading him inside. 

his fingers intertwined with yours while you waited for the elevator to come back down. “how was class?” your eyes found his again. 

“it was fine. just tired is all,” the boy mumbled. you squeezed his hand tighter knowing how much studying he’s been doing to make up for the days he missed last week. 

you rode up to your room in comfortable silence and as soon as you opened up the door, gabe’s backpack was on the ground, shoes off, and he climbed into your bed without much warning. he snuggled himself into the covers while you giggled as his behavior. 

“tired much?” you laughed, kicking your own shoes off to join the sleepy hockey player. 

“i told you,” gabe mumbled. he reached out for you, bringing you to lay on his chest as you got yourself comfortable beside him. 

“how’s studying?” you brushed his loose curls away from his forehead. 

“fine. feels like i missed a whole semester with how much i’m trying to teach myself,” gabe frowned. 

“i mean, you did kind of miss a lot of class for games. i can always help you too,” you grinned, always glad to help your boyfriend study (as long as he didn’t distract both of you whenever you did study together). 

“i know. i hate asking you though knowing you have a lot to study for too,” he always made sure he put you first. you rolled your eyes a bit. 

“you should know that i’m weeks ahead already. maybe we can go to the library after a bit?” you suggested. 

“sounds perfect,” gabe pulled you closer, wanting to lay in your bed for as long as he could. 

[ataraxiaspainting]

Star.

Yan Kafka x F Reader.

Synopsis: Kafka is waiting for a supernova to appear.

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied future kidnapping, not SFW implications, and stalking.

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Lust for a Vampyr by I Monster

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

Merry-Go-Round of Life - from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ by Joe Hisaishi

Stalker’s Tango by Autoheart

The Four Seasons - Winter in F Minor, RV. 296: I. Allegro non molto by Antonio Vivaldi

BLOODMONEY by Poppy

Fight of the Crows by Jhariah

Bernadette by IAMX

Smells Blood by Kensuke Ushio

Enemies to Lovers by Joshua Kyan Aalampour

“She's a Killer Queen; gunpowder, gelatin; dynamite with a laser beam; guaranteed to blow your mind (anytime).” – Queen, Killer Queen

*~*~*~*

“Hey, I like them!” You huff, grasping the bouquet of spider lilies closer to your chest, making the paper wrinkle up. At your response, Aina crosses her arms and sighs, looking at the other flower arrangements sitting on the shelves behind you.

“Those are too expensive.” Aina rebuts. She points, and you turn around to follow it, and in turn frown. 

Because of the low supply, the price of spider lily bouquets has increased to 700 credits per arrangement.

Kafka, pretending to look at the roses in the corner not facing the two of you, does not try to hide her smile and slight chuckle as you gasp at the sign’s words. “Cute…” 

Once more, you exhale with a mix of frustration and disappointment, forcefully planting your foot on the ground. Gradually, your stance transforms into that of a despondent balloon losing its air.

Utterly adorable.

“Why seven hundred? Flowers grow from the ground and they take hardly any effort to bundle up!” Aina puts her thumb and pointer finger on her temples, rubbing them like your question and exclamation just gave her the biggest headache in all of existence. She sighs.

You sigh too, grasping onto the spider lilies even harder.

“Spider lilies also represent bad luck.” She says, almost groaning. 

Neither of you know if you can be reasonable enough to let Aina be your impulse control as she always has been. “The red shade is really pretty and the tendrils are pretty too!”

“Please put them back, it is a bad financial investment.” You shake your head. “Please. [First]. [First], please. We still have to go and buy ingredients for dinner tonight. If it makes you feel better I can also help you bake dessert.”

Kafka already knows what you are going to make tonight. Pasta with bechamel sauce along with apple cake. 

“[First], at least choose a less expensive bouquet. That way we can afford everything. Plus we maybe can get something else small that is not on our grocery list.” Aina tries her best to put on a more gentle smile. “Please.”

Kafka moves to near the entrance of the food section of the store, waiting for this little trifle to be over with. She pretends to be looking at the meat aisle as that is the area closest to the flowers, ironically enough. 

“Sigh…” She purrs, imagining your hair loose and gently wrapped around her fingertips. “I wonder if you would prefer blush or velvet… maybe burgundy?” 

She imagines the way you will place your lips on hers and slowly but surely… move down.

She will do the same to you with her own.

“Maybe white.” She muses, thinking of different types of fabric to put on you. “Or perhaps black.”

Kafka wonders what you would choose if she brought you to a boutique rather than going by herself.

“Hm…” She murmurs, her mind going through many, many possibilities of the future ahead.

Then, she hears your triumphant laugh and then turns around to see you hugging Aina with the bouquet in tow. “I love you!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Aina mutters, crossing her arms and looking away from your happy face with a blush. “Just put them in the basket. We’ve used enough time here as it is.” You kiss her cheek, and her face only gets redder. “L-Let’s just go already.”

You only hug her tighter.

“Sir, yes, sir!” You exclaim, saluting, and Aina rolls her eyes.

Kafka’s smile falters.

“Tsk. Young love, I suppose.”

Of all the future possibilities, none of them will result in full success if Aina is still in the picture.

“Juliets.”

At the sight of you kissing Aina’s cheek again, Kafka resists the urge to bite her lip.

“But with great risk… comes great reward.”

She imagines how you would look under her.

Aina eventually manages to pry you off of her. “Alright, that’s enough, you’re praising me like I just saved your life or something.”

“You did!” You pout, almost cooing and still laughing joyfully. “This bouquet is the only medicine that can ever heal me of what ails me!”

Both Kafka and Aina sigh at the same time but for entirely different reasons.

But Kafka is the one who also licks her lips afterward. “I think perhaps a chemise would suit you best.”

“Let’s go to the fruits first!” You exclaim, pulling Aina along by the hand while she holds the basket.

“Which type of apple?” Aina asks, but Kafka already knows the answer. “Be sure to not get the very expensive ones this time.”

You two go past Kafka.

She takes out her phone for a split second and clicks the button.

It has been the closest you have ever been to her while you were conscious. But she hopes that soon, you will be even closer.

Wait, no. She knows that you will.

“Cute.” She whispers, booping the picture of you’s nose.

This has already become a favorite amongst the many, many photos she has of you.

Where you go, she follows. “Cute.” Surely, eventually, when you know of her, you will know that all too well. “So cute.”

She sees you pointing to the apples with a pinkish tint. Rose apples. Quite rare, if Kafka remembers correctly.

As Aina reads the sign next to them, she immediately shakes her head. “Way too expensive.”

Due to the cost of importation/exportation as well as the rarity of this species, the value of this type of product is quite high. One apple is worth 1600 credits.

You surprisingly show agreement this time, promptly diverting your attention to the assortment of apple varieties, accompanied by a hint of nervous laughter.

You end up choosing the Honeycrisps. They are good for baking cakes, you tell Aina as Kafka eavesdrops as she always does.

She imagines you baking for her and sitting on her lap.

It was only a matter of time because regardless of who is with you, one thing about you never changes; your naivety.

“All that is left is to be patient.”

[sebsbarnes]

a ghost || tangerine

tangerine x reader

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out.

or ex lovers see each other for the first time

warnings: none! (i wrote this in 10 mins sorry if its bad)

word count: 700+ ; angst

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you should have known that eventually you would run into tangerine. you both resided in the same town since it happened, but it's been a year since you were this physically close to him. there had been times while driving you could've sworn you saw him in the distance but to appease yourself you chalked it up to your imagination. but right now, this was reality, and there was no denying it.

"tangerine," you exhaled heavily as the man walked towards you.

"hey darl- hey," he stopped himself from using the term of endearment.

anyone nearby in the park would've never guessed that you two were once deeply in love based on the blaringly obvious awkward tension clouding the air around you.

"how have you been?" you asked rubbing your arm to self soothe.

he scratched the side of his head letting out an awkward chuckle, "erm, yeah i've been alright. lemon's good, yeah, he's doing well."

"oh, that's good, good," you could feel your skin crawling as you stood there in silence, occasionally glancing away from each other.

tangerine pointed a thumb to a picnic table, "would you like to sit?"

you hummed, nodding your head and following him. while your seated across from him, you noticed tangerine's face was slightly thinner, his facial hair slightly grown out with a beard. he must've been on a job recently based on the marks scattered across his bare arms. but nonetheless he looked good, he always did.

"are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out. the air in your lungs vanished quickly and it felt as though your lungs were collapsing to dust. your stomach suddenly felt extremely sick and if it weren't for the lack of feeling in every nerve ending in your body you may have tried to stand up and release whatever might have been creeping up your throat from your stomach.

you have been asking yourself the same question for the last year. everyone else has been asking you the same question for the last year. but this was the first time hearing the words leave his lips and it stung, it burned. it felt like the time you and tangerine stayed at the beach too long and your shoulder's burned in pain for two weeks. it felt like the time you seared your hand on the hot plate while cooking for tangerine's birthday. you so badly wanted to escape this situation but there was nowhere to run and truth be told the only person you would want to run to is across from you.

"happy is a subjective word," you finally put syllables together to speak, despite it feeling like your vocal cords were shredding.

"love," he broke, "please i need to know."

"tan, you were the best thing to ever happen to me," you spoke truthfully, "the only times i was truly at my happiest was when we were together. i've- i've been managing since."

his eyes were glazed over and he was chewing on his lip, something he did when he was anxious.

"i'm so sorry for not putting you first in those last months," he confessed. the last three months of your relationship was rocky. tangerine had gained notoriety after the bolivia job and was being whisked away almost every day on a new job. he got cocky, more than he already is, and only cared about the high-profile jobs he was getting and the money that came with. slowly, you became a second thought to him.

"i know you're sorry," and you did, you knew he regretted his actions. but he couldn't turn back time.

"i think about you every day," he whispered, quickly ghosting his fingers over your hand.

before you could answer, before you could confess everything you needed and wanted to, you felt a hand on your shoulder. your eyes sealed shut, lips quivering harshly, a single tear rolling down your cheek. the voice of your new partner was behind you. that's why you were at the park today, to meet them for a date.

you knew that when you open your eyes tangerine would be gone. a ghost of your past that was no more.

[lovingseventeen]

hi! i just discovered your writing and you are so so talented. if possible, can you write how the members would react to finding out their s/o is sick? maybe with them trying to hide it, or the members are so busy and their partner didn’t want to tell them :)

svt when they find out their s/o is sick *ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: we are here for soft svt feels. also this got hella long because i have no chill LOL. also things may seem a little redundant bc the reader is always at home BUT you SHOULD be staying home if you're not feeling well !!

ALSO ALSO THANK YOU all for 700 followers! i hope this is a good present ♡

seungcheol:

❥ you knew he tended to have a lot on his plate as a leader of one of the most successful groups

❥ so you figured you didn't have to tell him you weren't feeling great. it's just a little cold after all

❥ you decide to take a nap, maybe sleep will lighten how you feel

❥ meanwhile, seungcheol sends you a little text, just his usual habit of checking up on you when he can, when you don't respond

❥ they're probably busy, he thinks, though it's a little out of character when 2 hours later, you haven't even opened his message

❥ somehow he gets out of practice early that day, so he decides to surprise you, bringing over some pastries from a bakery near the company building

❥ he's shocked to see a very fatigued you open your door

❥ "cheol?"

❥ immediately, his body fills with so much worry he almost doesn't know where to start

❥ "y/n? are you okay- wait, actually lets get you to sit first" he rambles, heart breaking when he sees you walk so slowly to your couch

❥ "what brought you over here? don't you usually have dance practice today?" you asked, voice quieter than usual

❥ "we got out early, but that doesn't matter, you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ "it's not that bad and you have so many things to worry about-" you try, only to be interrupted by your very concerned boyfriend

❥ "forget about all those other things!" he says with a slight pout, "i can't believe you've been alone when you're like this, that's it, i'm cancelling my day tomorrow"

❥ "you don't need to do that!" you protest, but he's already shooting someone -his manager probably- a text

❥ he partially wants to scold you for not telling him sooner but he can't argue with you in this state. his eyes look at you softly, noticing that you're leaning your head on the couch as you sit up, concluding that your head probably hurts too

❥ "y/n, i want to take care of you, okay? it hurts to see you like this, so just let me, okay?"

❥ definitely starts researching on home remedies and what medicine to buy as you lay your head on his lap

jeonghan:

❥ he was looking forward to your date at the end of the week, up until you sent him a text saying that you didn't think you could still make it

❥ hannie something came up so i don't think i can still go out on friday :(

❥ oh? are you alright at least? he replies

❥ yeah yeah i am, just work things :((

❥ he still wants to see you that day though, so he decides to try to surprise you by picking you up at your job with a little bouquet of flowers

❥ little does he know, you haven't been to work for a couple days, taking your sick leave

❥ um i'm here outside, can it at least drive you home? he sends

❥ at the sight of this text, you're calling him

❥ "hi baby" he says, and you can already tell he's smiling on the other end of the line

❥ "hi" you replied softly, "um, i'm not at work"

❥ this catches his off guard, "you're not?"

❥ "i've been home all week because i haven't been feeling well, but i also didn't want to worry you.." you explain, feeling awful over him being outside of your job

❥ "you're sick?" he asks, getting back into his car to continue the call

❥ "a bit, but it's not that bad!" you try to tell him

❥ "i'll come over" he tells you, but not before stopping by at a restaurant to bring you some hearty soup

❥ you greet him at your door with a mask on and even then he can tell that your eyes are tired. "sorry you went all the way over there"

❥ "that's okay i just wanted to see you, but you know it's my job to worry about you, right?" as he says this he holds out the bag of noodle soup towards you.

❥ "you should eat up so you get better" he urges, motioning for you to walk into your house

joshua:

❥ you guys have gotten into the habit of sending each other occasional pictures of what you're up to

❥ this particular day, he was recording and he sent you a cute little selfie from the recording booth. he even took a picture of the boys watching him record too, and of course, they all posed for the picture LOL

❥ you send him back an innocent selfie from home, but you weren't slick enough to hide the box of tissues and the bottle of medicine form the background

❥ he's calling you after his session is done (with a thumbs up from woozi). "hey darling, are you feeling alright? i noticed the medicine in the back of your photo?"

❥ "oh it's nothing," you assure him, "just a cold, not a big deal"

❥ "that's not nothing" he says softly, "do you need anything? have you eaten yet? are you drinking enough water?"

❥ after you answer yes to all of his questions, telling him not to worry, he concedes partially, but he still thinks about you throughout the day

❥ he checks up on you throughout the day, occasionally sending you random life hacks and home remedies to make you feel better

❥ you have to text him that no, you are not putting garlic in your socks or ears

❥ josh i really really appreciate the concern but it's really not that serious

❥ but if this works! you could feel better by tomorrow! <33

❥ he unfortunately can't come over because his schedule is a bit swamped, but he tells you not to cook anything tonight and orders food for you so you can take it easy

jun:

❥ when he surprises you on one of his days off, he winds up very surprised too

❥ when you open your door you raise your eyebrows as he takes in the sight of you. frankly, he can tell you might've not gotten enough sleep and that your nose is a little red (probably because it's runny?)

❥ "you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ he's ushering you to your bed and tucking you in

❥ he sits on the floor, facing you as he slightly tilts his head to the side and places a hand to your cheek

❥ "does your head hurt?" a weak nod. "throat too?" another nod. "do you want me to make you some tea?" you nod again, "okay baby"

❥ he's walking out of your room to go brew some tea and eventually he comes back with a mug and places it on your nightstand, "it's still really hot so maybe give it a couple minutes"

❥ as he's walking out of your room he pauses, "hey, call me if you need anything okay? you should probably rest up for now, i won't bother you, but i'll just be in your living room" he tells you, pulling your blanket up a little higher

❥ "thank you junnie" you say, voice barely above a whisper

❥ "of course"

❥ a couple hours later, he practically tip toes into your room just to retrieve the empty cup of tea from your nightstand, careful not to wake you

❥ you were falling in and out of sleep anyways, so you woke up to see his figure so carefully lifting the mug

❥ when he catches you watching him he goes, "oh shit, did i make a noise or something?" and you're shaking your head

❥ "is it okay you're spending your day off like this?" you asked, feeling bad knowing that he didn't have a lot of free time

❥ "like what?"

❥ "you know, cooped up inside with someone who's been sleeping all day"

❥ he crouches down to run a hand through your hair. "baby it's not your fault you're sick, it's really okay. if anything, it's a rest day for me too and i get to catch up on some shows" he assures

hoshi:

❥ you know he's been busy creating choreography recently, so you haven't seen him in about two weeks

❥ (you also don't tell him because you know he'll try to kiss you without regards to himself getting sick)

❥ but when you say no to him coming over your entire plan of getting better by yourself goes out the window

❥ "baby! i'll come over after practice today, i think we'll wrap up early!" he says when he calls. this causes you to rack your brain for excuses for him not to

❥ "oh that's okay you don't have to, aren't you tired, baby?"

❥ "never too tired to come see my baby" he gushes and your heart aches because you can hear the smile in his voice

❥ "but don't you have to be up tomorrow too?" you try

❥ his voice turns a little less excited. "do you not want me to come over? what's wrong?"

❥ "no! no, it's not that, it's just i don't want you to be too tired" you're really fighting for your life here

❥ "i'm not too tired, i'll see you later today" he tells you, but you can't miss the change in his voice

❥ as he's driving over he's thinking over how you were speaking. why didn't you seem excited about him coming over? usually you were.. were you tired of him? was there someone else? he tried to fight his racing thoughts and the little hurt in his heart

❥ when you open your door he misses the mask that you were wearing, as he makes his way inside

❥ "where is he?" he asks and suddenly you can see the tears welling in his eyes

❥ "soonyoung, where's who?" you ask frantically

❥ "someone's here, aren't they? does he make you happier?" and there's a heartbreaking crack in his voice

❥ "what? no!" you grasp onto his arm, "what are you talking about?"

❥ "it's why you didn't want me to come over right?" he asks, eyes searching yours, when he finally sees the mask, "why are you wearing that at home?"

❥ "baby i'm sick, no one's here. there's no one else at all" you explain, closing your eyes for a moment because this is the most you've walked all day and your head is pounding

❥ he softens at the sight, "oh i'm so sorry" and he's immediately helping you walk to your couch, "i'm so stupid"

❥ "just didn't want to get you sick too" you explained, gently pushing away from his chest because he's pulling you into him, "probably shouldn't get too close to me"

❥ "i don't care" he dismisses, "let me hold you"

❥ you're too weak to escape his hugs on a regular day, much less now, so you give in

❥ you lightly smack his arm as your head is against his chest, "did you really think i was cheating"

❥ a gentle squeeze. "no, but the thought really scared me"

❥ "well, you shouldn't ever be scared of that. where else are you gonna find a horanghae supporter as loyal as me?"

❥ finally, the two of you are laughing

wonwoo:

❥ i don't think he'd be the type to get super upset at you not telling him sooner, but he does make every effort to make your life easier as soon as he knows

❥ why potentially argue with his love when they're already sick? he figures

❥ when he comes over to see you walking around with a blanket wrapped around you he already knows

❥ the two of you spend the day on the couch not doing much, he's just keeping you company, giving your leg some random rhythmic pats as you just lay there

❥ but as soon as you're starting to sit up, he's on alert

❥ "what is it? do you need something?"

❥ "just gonna get water" you reply, but he's getting up already, patting your leg again

❥ "i got it, just stay here"

❥ and it's a series of small things that day, water, tea, your medicine, he'll get all of it so you can rest and recover

❥ almost helps you get up to walk when you laugh and tell him you have enough energy to walk yourself to the bathroom

❥ though he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner, he does remind you at some point, "i'm always here for you, for anything"

woozi:

❥ a tad bit whiny when he has to find out that you're sick through your story

❥ you get a text that says you know you're supposed to tell me these things y/n

❥ what things? you asked, brain working a little bit slower than usual as you were indeed feeling a little bit clouded

❥ that you're sick >:( and not being taken care of >:((

❥ i can handle it, it's okay

❥ then you receive a simple no, followed by a it's not okay

❥ will search up a good shake to make for sick people and drop it off at your house before he has to go back to the studio

❥ gives you a disappointed look for not telling him sooner but this facade breaks before he leaves you. he still asks, "but really, y/n, are you okay? because i can probably tell the company i have an emergency-"

❥ you wave off the offer, "jihoon, go make your music," you chuckled, "frankly i think the worst of it has passed, i'm okay, really"

❥ he nods, but still looks at you a little skeptically, "are you sure?"

❥ "yes, yes"

❥ "okay, so i'll head out for now, but i'll try to come by again when i'm done," he says, starting to walk down the hall towards the elevator, "i'll text you first and if you don't reply i'll assume you're sleeping and i'll just come back tomorrow, okay?"

❥ "okay, that works" you agree, chuckling as he keeps turning back as he walks away

❥ "you're still sure?"

❥ "i'm sure" you confirm

❥ "are you really? i can call right now" he says, keeping the elevator open for one last question

❥ "go to work, jihoon!" you say, both of you chuckling as you both wave goodbye

dokyeom:

❥ feels like the worst boyfriend ever to not have known, as if by dating a telepathic connection would automatically be formed between the two of you

❥ doesn't even complain about how you didn't tell him in the first place

❥ somehow he finds out through your best friend, who sent him a text asking if they could drop off your medicine at hybe since they were supposed to stop by your place but then couldn't

❥ (your friend knew you didn't want to worry him amidst his approaching comeback, but they had an emergency)

❥ when you open your door, you're very surprised to not only see your boyfriend, but to see your boyfriend on his knees, holding the bag of medicine

❥ "baby i'm so sorry" he looks so genuine in his apology too HELP

❥ "for what- wait, get up first" you stutter, helping him back to his feet

❥ "you're sick! i should've been taking care of you" he says with a pout, holding onto your forearms

❥ "but you have your comeback to worry about-" you try but he's already shaking his head, he checks your temperature by placing the back of his hand on your forehead before cupping your cheek

❥ "we're perfectly on schedule for that, i could've taken care of you regardless. c'mon baby, let me make it up to you" (when he literally has nothing to make up for)

❥ will baby you and there's no stopping it until you're fully back to regular health

❥ almost insists on feeding you, keeps track of when you should take your medicine, and also routinely checks if you're staying hydrated

❥ even when he has to leave your apartment (which you have to convince him that you can survive on your own) he checks up on you through texts

mingyu:

❥ appalled that you didn't tell him as soon as you were starting to feel under the weather

❥ he discovers that you're sick when he calls you and you try to answer, only to start coughing. the smile that he always has when he calls you is soon wiped away

❥ "you're not feeling good? since when, baby?"

❥ "uh, i don't know 'gyu, maybe monday?" it was thursday, so you've been feeling sick for a couple days now?? it's definitely news to him

❥ "i'm gonna make you something to feel better," he promises, telling you that he'll be over soon before you could protest

❥ when he arrives you see that he has a bag of groceries in one hand and he's automatically moving towards your kitchen

❥ "'gyu you really didn't have to," you say trailing behind him, "besides, what if you get sick? then you can't practice and perform..."

❥ "company? hybe, who?" he asks, and for a moment you almost believe the fake confused look he's giving you (they're really getting better with acting on that don't lie series)

❥ "i only have one job right now" he deadpans, "and it's to feed you well today"

❥ you sit in the kitchen as you watch him work, resting your head on your table because it feels too heavy to lift it

❥ mingyu occasionally glances towards you too, heart aching over your lack of usual energy

❥ when he finishes cooking, he scoops out your portion and lightly garnishes it before setting your bowl down in front of you (you managed to lift your head for this)

❥ frankly, the entire kitchen was starting to smell good, but the bowl being directly on front of you smelled even better

❥ "thank you for this, i love you, you know," you say before scooping some of the hot soup and blowing on your spoon to cool it

❥ he doesn't even serve himself yet, he just watches you as you take your first bite, smiling when you excitedly prepare your second, then your third

❥ "this is really good 'gyu"

❥ he smiles even wider, "yeah?"

❥ "i love it, and you" you repeat

❥ "i love you too," he says, "and i'll always make you something so you can feel better"

minghao:

❥ i think by the time he finds out he's giving you a scolding while simultaneously walking around your house and adjusting things better for you

❥ he makes you sit down and rest your head back as he puts a wet cloth on your forehead

❥ "you, sit. the sick person shouldn't argue" he tells you, but not without running a hand down the side of your head

❥ you close your eyes for a moment, hearing minghao things shuffle around. you wonder what he's up to but you actually end up falling asleep

❥ when you wake up, the wet cloth is gone from your forehead and the living room seems a little neater. then when you walk around, you see that he's already gone out and bought some medicine and organized them on your table

❥ on your fridge there's a note that says what medicine you should take when, a reminder to drink water, and a reminder to call him if you need anything

❥ he's coming out of your room when you see him, "oh you're up? i just made your bed" (in fact, he tidied your entire room)

❥ "do you want to have a bath?" he asks, and if you do, he WILL wash your hair for you and give you one of the most soothing massages. you can literally just sit in the tub and not have to lift a finger

❥ will pat you down with your towel and get you into new pajamas (that he threw into the drier right before so they're extra toasty)

❥ detangles and blow dries your hair after, and this whole pampering session does somewhat lift how you feel

❥ makes you eat some dinner, but not too much so your stomach can handle it

❥ "thank you for all of this, hao" you tell him as you sip your soup

❥ "you don't have to thank me, it's my job to make you feel better" he tells you, "you don't ever have to hide not feeling well from me, okay?"

❥ will indeed tuck you into bed that day before he leaves too

seungkwan:

❥ unfortunately he's on tour when you get sick, so you really don't want to add to his stress

❥ but your boo is the kind that gets fussy even when you get a papercut

❥ he's the kind to insist on being the person to wrap your finger up with a bandaid

❥ so when he hears your groggy voice on your daily phone call it immediately catches his attention

❥ "somethings up" he concurs

❥ "what's up?" you ask

❥ "you're voice" he notes, "it's different than usual"

❥ "no it's not" you say, attempting to sound as normal as possible with your throat so scratchy

❥ "y/n, are you sick?"

❥ "no this is just my voice"

❥ a deep sigh. "you should really tell me when you're not feeling well..." and the lecture on why you need to keep yourself healthy ensues

❥ really, within this lecture you can tell he isn't mad, as his voice is really laced with concern and you have to tell him multiple times that it's just a cold and no he should not abandon the rest of his tour

❥ on top of the lecture, he asks you about your symptoms like he's a doctor while also making you promise to go see a doctor the next day (with a virtual pinky promise)

❥ he's still a bit pouty as you end your call but of course he still tells you, "you know i'm not actually mad and that i love you but i will be if you get sick again and don't tell me when i'm actually around" >:(

vernon:

❥ i feel like i write vernon as a confused person a lot but here it is again, he's confused

❥ why would you not tell him?

❥ obviously, he's also concerned when he comes over and you're coughing like crazy

❥ he's rubbing up and down your back as he asks, "why wouldn't you tell me about this?"

❥ "didn't want you to worry about something small"

❥ "well clearly, this is not something small" he says somewhat matter-of-factly, and after a moment he asks "are we not dating?"

❥ he's speaking so casually and without a single trace of annoyance

❥ "of course we're dating"

❥ "then you tell me," he says softly, "it's part of my boyfriend duties. it's like one of the immediate ones"

❥ this made you giggle, "you're disappointed you couldn't fulfill your boyfriend duties?"

❥ he scoffs but softens when you cough again, "well, yeah"

dino:

❥ "how could you not tell me! y/n" he exclaims when he comes over and sees your coffee table scattered with tissues and with you wrapped up in your duvet like a cocoon

❥ "didn't want to worry you, you have that comeback soon, right?"

❥ "that doesn't matter!" he partially whines, "not when you're home like this!"

❥ "i can't dance when i know my baby is sick!" he continues, dropping his body weight on the couch next to you

❥ "i'm fine i can handle myself-" you try with a voice already muffled by your runny nose, only to be interrupted by your own body needing to sneeze

❥ "but you're not fine! that sneeze made your whole house shake!"

❥ "chan you're making my head hurt more with your dramatic ass!" you whined, wincing at the volume of your own voice too

❥ this makes him calm down lmao, reaching over to you wrapped like a burrito to pull you close, "okay okay, i'll stop yelling, i'm sorry" he chuckles, "but can you promise to let me know next time so i can take care of you? please?"

❥ you rolled your eyes jokingly, but agreed

[inmyminditsreal]

Lego Is Life

Fem!reader x Spencer reid

Word count: 700 ish

Summary: Woken up by a very eager 8 year old daughter, Spencer and I crawl out of bed and indulge in Lego like true adults.

Warnings: sweetnessss

I'm supa tired so if this is rusty IM SORRRY!! also sorry i haven't posted in like 30 years. been tired and focused on school!! Hope you enjoy

Enjoyyyy!!!!

Spencer had just finished a case and as soon as he got home, he almost fell asleep while hugging me. I told him we should just go to bed, he agreed. So now we’re crawling into bed, finally able to get some sleep. Though, with an eight year-old daughter it’s very hard. Most nights we're woken up by bad dreams, the monster under the bed, that she puked, or that she wants to cuddle. We eventually both drift off to sleep, holding each other close. Until,

“Daddy! Come look at this!” Our daughter says as she bursts open the door. With a loud groan followed by a smile, Spencer crawls out of bed, picks her up and says,

“Where to sweetheart?"

“My bedroom!” She says with a stifled giggle. Curious as to what this mystery was, I crawl out of bed too and begin to follow them. I check my phone to see a whopping 1:37am. In the bedroom I see that Kasey has just finished building her Lego friends set.

“Awww that’s awesome sweetie.” I smile from the doorway with a yawn, and see Spencer give her a big high-five.

“I love it. Which one is this?” Spencer asks.

“This is the best waterpark ever. I call it Kasey’s Kool Slides, but cool with a k. It has all the cool characters and I can make them fight each other! It says you can add water to it! Can I?” 

“As long as you do in the living room, where there’s no carpet.” I add with a smile.

“So! Wanna play?” She zaps while looking at us with the biggest grin I've ever seen. 

We both look at each other with tired eyes and smile. “Absolutely.”

“YES! Okay so this is Emma, she’s my favourite and she likes Mia, Autumn, and Stephanie. But the other girls are their enemies! They’re the mean girls at their school.”

“Are they mean enough to give a tickle attack?” Spencer laughs as he throws her on the bed and tickles her into a fit of giggles. 

“Stop!!! Let's go to the living room and fill it with water!” She giggles as she escapes from his arms and runs down the stairs. 

“Are you sure you’re not too tired honey?” I ask Spencer, seeing his giant eyebags. 

“Of course. How could I miss out on this waterpark drama.”

I smile as he picks up the Lego set and walks down the stairs. Kasey has already cleared a big spot on the living room floor and filled a cup with water. “Are you ready?” She asks us both.

“Mhm.” I say, as we sit down by her and watch as she pours the water in with a giant smile. I watch as Spencer takes one of the characters and begins to fight with the one in her hand. She gasps and pushes his down the slide. Both of them, smiling like idiots. I join in  and they eventually tire eachother out. She collapses on top of Spencer, who has already fallen asleep on my lap. I snap a picture and gently wake him up,

“Spence, wake up its 3 in the morning. Honey, wake up.” I whisper while gently shaking his shoulder. His eyelids shutter and he looks up at me.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiles and shuffles his position.

“Don’t move!” I whisper-shout while pointing towards Kasey. He slips her into his arms, we both walk up as I pick up the lego set. In her room he sets her down on the bed and pulls the covers up slowly. She opens her eyes and smiles at us. 

“Goodnight mommy. Goodnight daddy. Can we play more tomorrow?” 

“I’ll see what I can do about that sweetheart. I love you.”  He says as he places a soft kiss on her forehead, and I do the same.

“I love you so so soooo much sweetie. Goodnight.” I whisper.

“I love you too.” She mumbles as she snuggles into her blankets. We turn out the lights and quietly shut the door. 

“She’s so cute, oh my god.” I mumble as we walk back to the room.

“So cute.” he says with a sleepy smile. I show him the picture I took of the two of them sleeping. He smiles and whispers softly,

“I love you so much.” While looking down at me. He collapses into the bed and I follow right after, crawling into his arms and drifting softly asleep.

[sixeyesgojo]

heartmate

☾ Summary: Satoru entertains you coming up with an unconventional nickname. ☾ Characters: Gojo Satoru x reader ☾ Word count: 700 ☾ Content warning: none ☾ A/N: Just a little something I came up with.

There were few things in this world that made you feel safe and comfortable – like lying on your boyfriend’s lap, his fingers gently running through your hair and massaging your scalp. It happened to be one of your ‘guilty pleasure’ pastimes, as you liked to call it. Sometimes you would talk to Satoru, he would talk to you – about trivial matters, about everything under the sun. Other times, no words were needed. It was enough to be in each other’s presence, basking in bliss and tranquility that were granted to the both of you in that moment.

It wasn’t so different now. Your head rested on his lap. Other than the occasional rustling of you or him moving around, it was silent.

That was until you audibly gasped and raised your head from his lap, slapping your hand in front of your mouth to cover it. It was safe to say that your actions left Satoru visibly confused. A frown spread on his face as his worry grew. “Something wrong?” he asked. He would be there if anything was worrying you.

However, this was not the case.

“Nothing. Just a random thought about something and it suddenly made sense,” you stressed. Your vague response did not help ease his worries at all… until he noticed that your breathing was normal, no beads of sweat or anything that pointed to anxiety. It wasn’t until he relaxed his shoulders that he noticed they were tense. “What makes sense?” he asked as he gently pushed you back down to lie on his lap.

“I’m your heartmate.” You stared at him as if you had just said the most natural thing in the world.

Satoru’s ears perked up and he was waiting for you to elaborate, but as he realized that wasn’t going to happen, he had to dig further to satisfy his curiosity. “‘Heartmate’? Don’t you mean ‘soulmate’?”

Yet, you confidently corrected him, “No, I meant heartmate. I am your heartmate, Satoru.”

The white-haired man looked deep in thought for a moment. No matter how random thoughts and ideas seemed to be at times, he would entertain them without hesitation. It was one of the things you loved dearly about him.

Despite him arguably being one of the smartest people – if he wanted to – you knew, he couldn’t get behind your train of thought. It was kind of funny to see. “I’m not sure I follow. Please explain to me. If you’re not my soulmate, then… does that mean I don’t have a soulmate?”

“No, no. You do. I am sure that it’s Suguru,” you began, “You guys are like, two kindred souls to each other.”

“We fought a lot,” your boyfriend countered, anticipating your next step. Even so, you could easily deliver another argument. “And it was never that serious, even if it was physical at some point. Or was it? In the end you still put trust into him.”

You had a point, he thought. Between him and Suguru, fights never got too serious. It might have seemed like it sometimes but the two of them would always snap back almost instantly. It was just how their dynamic was; two pendulums swinging back and forth. And at some point, they would meet in the middle again. Satoru nodded in acknowledgement. “So, if he was my soulmate... what makes you my ‘heartmate’? Now you’ve made me curious and I have to know.”

“Well, thank you for asking. I was waiting already,” you laughed. You looked into his eyes and grinned. Sheepish as you were, you explained to him, “It’s because I’m the resident who occupies your heart now. And you better not kick me out.”

It was his turn to laugh – and it was a mellow laugh. There was something about you that made him feel so alive, peaceful and excited to see what the future would bring. He was confident that if you were by his side, nothing could stop him. You were the treasure he needed to keep safe, especially now that you had declared yourself the occupant of his heart. Not that it was wrong to begin with.

And yet he teased you, “I suppose that’s true. Maybe I should start charging rent…”

[gemsofgreece]

Hey quick question princess andromeda from the myth with Persus is from Ethiopia ? But then how come in paintings she is white ?

Quick question, long answer. Yes and no. It’s a little confusing. There are several parameters to this.

Aethiopia, an etymologically Greek name, is the name different Greeks gave to different places of the world. In the classical era (440 BCE), Herodotus called all the area south of the Sahara and the Nile as Aethiopia, making thus the most relevant description. Pindar however, a contemporary of his (~450 BCE), calls Aethiopia the region around Elam (Southwest Iran). Same as Hesiod, who did that in 700 BCE already. In ~500 BCE, both Scylax of Caryanda and Hecataeus of Miletus seem to agree Aethiopia is east of the Nile and expands throughout the Arabian peninsula all the way to the Indus Valley and the Indian Ocean. The first mention of Aethiopians is by Homer (~800 BC) who vaguely says that they lived in the extremities of the world, in the far east and west.

So as you see, the earlier back in time, the more generic and distant the term’s meaning is. Herodotus is likely the one who seals the association of Aethiopia with only sub-Saharan Africa and the country south of Egypt in particular.

The origins of Greek mythology precede all these writers. In general many historians suggest that the Aethiopia of the myth of Perseus and Andromeda was supposed to be in west Asia and perhaps somewhere around Israel and Palestine. Some believe it is Jaffa, Tel Aviv in particular. I am not totally sold on the explanations why. The point is however that Aethiopia’s geographical definition especially before Herodotus and even more before Hesiod was very vague and fluid. It seems it described places that in general were too hard for Greeks to reach, exotic.

The name itself can help us understand. Aethiopian means the one who looks burnt, smoked. From αίθω (aétho - burn) and όψη (ópsi - look, face). Now, this sounds low-key horrible in English but in Greek it’s not derogatory, but I have no better way to explain it. Ancient Greeks had written quite a few times about the attractiveness of the Aethiopians (whoever they were) so they didn’t associate the term with a repulsiveness like that of burnt flesh but just as the effect of the sun on their complexion.

In short, at least prior to Herodotus, Aethiopia was all the land inhabited by POC, even if that included large parts of Africa and Asia all the way to India. It did not include Libya (North Africa) and Egypt. This was not so much due to skintone (although it could be too - as North Africans can be way more white passing than people far from here believe) but because Greeks were well aware of these regions. Aethiopia was associated with exotic, distant places with darker people. This could be black people and brown people and all their various tones. Perhaps simply anyone who was noticeably darker than a Greek.

Now if we compare Jaffa (Andromeda’s Aethiopia) with modern day Israel or Palestine, then Andromeda and her parents could be medium brown or light brown or white / white passing.

However, I seriously doubt Ancient Greek art was concerned about skintone accuracy, simply because it was art made by Greeks and viewed by other Greeks. Everyone depicted usually followed the Greek standards of beauty. Besides, it’s a Greek myth, right? If we wonder about Andromeda’s complexion, then we should also wonder about her name! And her mother’s name! Why are they Greek? Well, simply, because it’s Greek mythology, which provides a genealogy where all progenitors are kin to Greek progenitors. Cepheus, Andromeda’s father, is brother of Danaus and has Argive ancestry (since this is a myth from Argos!). So if that’s true, Andromeda has Greek ancestry and might be white-passing because of that. But these is just exhaustive and in my opinion unnecessary nitpicking.

In Ancient Greek art complexion is almost always not depicted accurately but men are usually depicted as dark and women as fair because this was the beauty standard.

No this doesn’t mean Perseus was black and Andromeda white! It only shows the beauty standards of the time. Corinthian vase. Archaic period.

Andromeda, Perseus and Cepheus. Apulian vase, Classical Period. All look white or white passing.

Here although the skintone is the same, the artist makes Perseus blonde in order to stress Andromeda’s darkness through the haircolour. Zeugma, Roman period.

And… look at that!

In this ‘mildly’ racist art, Andromeda is depicted as a dude as the tall white-passing person in the middle and she is getting tied for the beast by fellow Aethiopians who however look nothing like her. They are shorter and clearly African. Andromeda wears Phrygian, thus non-African clothing, but also nothing like the Greek clothing. This artist wanted to provide some diversity but apparently not for the beautiful princess lol Attic vase, probably Classical period.

Anyway so, Andromeda was either brown or black or white passing at most, because of Jaffa and the argive ancestry. Once Aethiopia - Ethiopia’s location had become more specific though, western artists depicting Andromeda as pretty fair of skin or blonde is misrepresentation with questionable motives. My opinion is that there is a wide range of looks Andromeda can be depicted to have, but not something that makes her look whiter or even just as white as Perseus.

[bronzeagepizzeria]

@tentoorosemicrofics 700 words tentoo/rose for the prompt 'duel' read on ao3

“Did you ever?”

Rose starts slightly, having almost forgotten that she wasn’t in bed already, her mind slow and hazy. Shifting against the headrest, she yawns. “Did I ever…what?”

The Doctor looks at her, as if to say you know. When she doesn't catch on, he huffs. “With someone else. While I was,” he swallows, “…away.”

“Oh. Well,” Rose says, considering.

“I told you about Martha. And Joan.” He smiles, tight and sheepish. “And Astrid.” 

Rose grins. “Feeling jealous?”

“No,” he says, albeit a little stiffly. “Just curious.”

She hums noncommittally, even as an odd flush of happiness goes through her. “You know Michael, yeah? In HR?” She waits for him to nod impatiently. “Well…we went on a couple of dates. Wouldn’t even call them dates, actually. Didn’t really go past that. “ Her cheeks tinge pink. “I’m pretty sure I spent them talking his ears off about you.” 

She meets the Doctor’s gaze then, expecting him to say something cheeky. Instead, his eyes darken, and he swears loudly, before moving so suddenly that Rose jumps. 

“Sorry, hello, Anderson—was it?” the Doctor demands, leaning forward to tap the cabbie’s shoulder. “Yes, right—mind taking us back? I’ve forgotten to do something.”

“Doctor,” Rose sits up, bewildered. “Wha—”

“I knew it,” he says. “Knew that slimy bastard had eyes on you. He still fancies you, did you know that? Couldn’t keep his eyes off you tonight. It’s indecent, it is, Rose—it’s not right. He knows you’re with me now.”

Rose tries to ignore the shiver of delight that travels up her spine at that. With him. “So he fancies me—so what?”

“So what?”  the Doctor snaps. “So…what? So I’m going to show him that, that’s what.” He straightens his collar, pulls back his sleeves, muttering furiously. “...does he think he is? Hovering all day…all those reports…touching your shoulder…And tonight. Bringing you that drink?”

“You’ve been watching him closely, then, have you?”

“It’s not funny, Rose.” 

“Going to duel him to win my hand?”

“I just might,” he says, and Rose realises the cab’s pulled up outside the pub they’d left minutes ago. The Doctor yanks the door open, stepping onto the pavement before she can yank him back inside. 

“Doctor, wait! “ she laughs incredulously, stumbling as she makes to follow him. She grabs his arm. “What’re you doing? 

“Nothing,” he says pleasantly, plastering a wide grin across his face. “Just going to give the gentleman a piece of my mind.” With that he turns to march back into the pub, only for Rose to pull on his arm again, anchoring him to her. 

“Doctor, stop!” she says, quite unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. “You can’t just–look. What does it matter? It’s not like he has a chance.” She lifts his wrist, waving it between them. “I’ve won the hand already.”

The Doctor groans, but his lips twitch. “Awful.”

“You love it.”

They stand like that for several seconds, Rose grinning, until he shakes his head in defeat, allowing himself to smile. “I know he hasn’t got a chance,” he admits somewhat gruffly. “Doesn’t mean I’ve got to let him try.”

“Doesn’t mean you can walk in there and deck him either,” Rose reminds him. “You’re in enough trouble with Pete as it is.”

The Doctor makes a noise of irritation.  Carefully, Rose tugs him in the direction of the cab again, as if to not spook him. “I like this look on you,” she tells him conversationally, her tongue poking out of her mouth of its own accord. “Green.”

“You would,” he says grumpily, but there’s no real venom in his words. 

She remembers suddenly, her first Doctor, and the way he would sulk when she so much as glanced at a “pretty boy”. An unbearable fondness suffuses her chest. “Hey,” she says, slowing to a stop. She leans in, pressing her lips to his jaw, to the slight stubble he’s got going nowadays, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. “I love you.”

His cheek is warm, his gaze even more so. 

“Rose Tyler,” he says quietly. He glances away then, to a street lamp at the corner of the building, and then to the cabbie and then her watch, strangely, before finally flitting back to her. 

“What?” she asks him.

“Nothing,” he says, squeezing her palm ever-so-slightly. “Winning hands, indeed.”

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

The Hunter

Warnings: open ending, possible character death. Not nsfw, but mdni.

Characters: unnamed OFC, unnamed OMC, unspecified monster. A/N: I wanted to post this a while ago but didn't get to it until now. This is the one shortstory from the creative writing course I'm not planning to continue. The task was to show a character's character trait in a situation, well and this took a darker, scary-ish turn. Word count: ~700

Enjoy ❤🌸

The Hunter

It is a day like any other. The men had returned from their work out in the fields and forest, hungry and exhausted, in need of a hearty meal and ale to quench their thirst. So the tavern was quite busy. The dimly lit room smells of sweat and ale, fire and roast meats. It’s loud, voices mingling to an incomprehensible chatter. I pick up bits and pieces now and then, but it’s not the usual gossip. They all talk about a hooded stranger they saw on the road. I try listening more, but there is too much work to be done.

But the moment he enters the tavern, I can’t take my eyes off him. There is something so intriguing about the way he carries himself, and the weapons on his back. I try listening in on his conversation with the barkeep, but my attention has to be on the other patrons as well. There were mutters. ���We don’t want his kind here.” Some even worse. 

Still, I keep my eyes on him, trying to get a better look at him, this monster hunter. I hear his voice, too, through the murmur of the tavern. A deep voice, almost a growl. Scary. Intriguing. He’s asking something about a contract, recent attacks, but before I can hear more, another tray is placed in my hands and I’m sent off to serve another round of ale to the patrons. Once I return to the bar, the hunter is gone. I hear the creaking of the tavern’s door and look over, just in time to see the hooded stranger leave.

I frown, and without thinking for longer than a split second, I put the tray down on the bar, take off my apron and hurry after him.

Damn, he’s quick.

He had already started walking towards the forest. The sun was already beginning to set. A cool gust of wind announces the end of summer.

I follow the stranger. I couldn’t help it. I know it was dangerous; he was, and so was his profession. But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To see a monster hunter at work. And I am not going to miss out on it. So I follow the hunter, quietly and keeping my distance. I don’t want him to catch me. Deeper and deeper into the forest. It’s dark by now. I know I should turn back. But I can’t . But I have to see this. 

The hunter suddenly stops and crouches down. He looks around and I dash behind a tree to hide.

I hope he didn’t see me.

I watch him as he leaves the path and heads even deeper into the thick forest, following the traces of the beast. And I follow him. 

Turn back! Turn back before it’s too late! 

But I don’t. I need to see this!

The full moon stands high, its light breaking through the thick roof of leaves occasionally.

The beast’s lair must be close, the hunter draws his weapon. A silver glint in the darkness. I hold my breath in anticipation. Now… This would be it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since I first learned about the existence of these monsters and the hunters.

A growl. A snapping of a branch. A scream. My own!

 I feel the beast’s claws dig into my skin, I hear its jaws snap close right by my ear, smell the stench of its maw. I scream again. Fear and pain, and a voice in my head telling me I should have turned back when I had the chance. But you had to see it, stupid girl.

Then, a shout, and the unmistakable slashing of a blade through air. The beast yelps and I feel it let off my body. I gasp for air. Another shout and slash of the blade, and the beast lets out a final, bloodcurdling scream, before it collapses on the ground with a thud.

I see the hunter’s face, blurred, as he leans over me. I feel his hands. It stings when he applies pressure to my wounds.

“Stupid girl,” he mutters, it sounds far away, before my world goes black.

[formula1neverleft]

Charles drabble - request

“can you please do Charles x Arthur's bff ! female reader because that ferrari team pic has me feeling all types of ways. thanks! xx”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, lil smut but nothing explicit (not me managing to make a 700 word drabble smutty when that wasn’t even in the request i-) , not proofread. Enjoy xx

//

Charles was convinced he was being completely chill about the situation.

I mean, it’s not like this is the first race Y/N is attending, right? She was Arthur’s best friend and was in Austria to see Arthur and Charles race. Simple as that. All he needed to do was act the exact same way as he always did around her.

All he needed to do was pretend like him and Y/N were still just friends.

Sounds easy enough, had it not been for the fact that he’d had her legs up over his shoulders in his trailer about ten minutes ago.

They had barely managed to evade being discovered when one of the Ferrari media people came knocking at his door asking him to come out for the team photo. Y/N had clasped her own hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the laugh she’d almost let out. Charles could still see she was smiling, the laugh lines on her cheeks and her eyes narrowing giving her away, and he had to close his eyes to compose himself enough to answer the person on the other side of the door.  The fact that he was still inside of her was not doing anything to aid the situation, for that matter.

Charles muttered out a quick “okay, just, uhm…give me a second”, relief washing over his face as he heard the footsteps of the person walking away from the trailer.

“Sorry, mon ange, duty calls” he said as he reluctantly tore himself from Y/N’s body.

“It’s okay, we can just take our time in the hotel later” she answered with a wink.

She then quickly got fully dressed and attempted to get her hair back to the state it was in before coming to congratulate Charles. Right before sneaking out of his trailer, Y/N turned to Charles and let her hand wander through his hair softly while keeping her gaze fixated firmly on his face.

“Congrats Grand Prix winner, I’m so fucking proud of you”

Charles didn’t even have time to thank her before she gave him a quick peck and disappeared out of the trailer.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world, and the trophy waiting for him in front of the Ferrari garage was only partly responsible for that.

The entire team had already gathered for the team photo when Charles arrived, everyone sporting big smiles and some still hugging to celebrate the win, some of them stopping to give him a congratulatory pat on the back as they passed him. It was days like this where Charles was reminded why he loved racing.

“Bro, where were you?” Arthur came jogging up to Charles in the garage, “We’ve been celebrating without you”

“Sorry, I, uh, wanted to freshen up quickly, '' Charles answered.

“Then why do you still look so sweaty, wasn’t that hot of a race” Arthur questioned as he took in his brother's disheveled appearance.

“That’s just the champagne, mate” Charles quickly retorted, giving his younger brother a mischievous jab to the ribs.

Luckily for him, that seemed a sufficient answer for Arthur as he dropped the subject and beckoned Charles to follow him for the photo.

“Y/N should be in the picture too, right? I can’t find her anywhere. How much do you want to bet one of the mechanics is flirting with her again? I don’t even know why they try you know, she’s hard to get” Arthur said with a shake of his head.

Charles tried his best to fight the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth as he felt heat rising to his cheeks.

“Yeah, tell me about it” he mumbled, hands moving to one of his shoulders where he still felt the imprint of where her ankles had rested just minutes earlier as he and Arthur took their place on the front row of the group picture.

Just as the photographer was instructing some people on where to stand, Arthur spotted Y/N and called her over.

She looked slightly apprehensive to approach them, but Arthur kept yelling at her that they were about to take the photo, so eventually she had no choice but to make her way over.

Y/N took her place beside Arthur and kept her gaze facing the camera.

Arthur ,however, was staring at her, taking in her messy hair and flushed cheeks, not to mention her awkward demeanor.

Charles could practically see the cogs in his head turning as he pieced together just what was happening, switching his gaze between Y/N and Charles a few times.

“Oh you two have got to be kidding me”

[drvirgus]

The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Mention of Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 1:

Masterlist

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With a grin on my face, I looked at the woman across from me. Haewon also glanced at me, and she started grinning as well. Simultaneously, we both began pounding those small box figures. I heard the others cheering us on, but neither of us really registered it because we were both so focused on winning.

When my character died and I lost, Haewon jumped up with a grin and high-fived Hanni. My mouth hung open as I looked down at my fallen character. Almost immediately, I felt Yunjin's hand on my back, so I turned to her. The taller woman smiled gently.

But my head turned towards Haewon, and my face automatically twisted. "Next time, it's your turn," I playfully warned, causing Haewon to provocatively bow. Amused by this, I chuckled and turned dramatically to Yuna. "Did you see that?" I asked, which made Yuna burst into laughter.

Hanni then clapped her hands. "The next game begins, and this time, I'm winning!" the youngest declared with a grin. Our eyebrows raised almost simultaneously. "Sure thing, baby," I said, laughing lightly, but I stopped when I realized I had just called Hanni "baby." And all of this in front of the camera.

Almost immediately, Haewon drew attention to herself, and we moved on to the next game. My eyes widened as I looked at the machine. Oh no... not a Hammer Coin game. I always lose there...

My eyes narrowed in annoyance as I started to sigh. Yunjin looked at me and started to laugh. "Fighting," she said with a smile, making me look even more irritated. Why did she love teasing me so much? Hanni was the first one, and she scored 124 points. Then it was my turn, and I managed to reach 350 points. I provocatively glanced at Haewon.

She scored 320 points, so I started jumping in excitement. "1-1," she declared, and I nodded in agreement. My eyes then fell on Yunjin, who reached 700 points. My mouth widened briefly. Shortly after, it was Yuna's turn, and she reached the highest score.

"It's all about height! Definitely," I exclaimed as I looked at the two women who were over 170 cm tall. Hanni, Haewon, and I were almost the same height, with hardly any noticeable difference between us. The other two immediately agreed as we all looked at the two giants, who started laughing.

Sighing, I looked into the camera and raised my index finger. Hanni laughed and playfully shoved me. I couldn't help but laugh, and Yunjin quickly ended our show, bidding farewell to our fans. "Bye, Sunny!" we smiled as we waved at the camera.

I immediately grabbed the hammer once again, and my eyes narrowed. "Unnie," Hanni laughed, shaking her head. But I didn't listen and hit the machine again. My eyes widened as I looked at my score. I had surpassed 400.

With an open mouth, I turned to my members and pointed at the score. "Yes, Y/n. You're not weak," Yunjin said, making me smile. I finally let go of the hammer, shedding my competitive spirit.

"I'm hungry," Yuna sighed, and we all turned to her. I smiled gently. "Come on, I'll treat us to a meal," I said, gesturing for them to follow me. "Ramen?" Hanni asked, already looking excited. I just smiled and motioned for them to follow. Yunjin only looked at me suspicously. Almost as she knew where we would be going.

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"I knew it," Yunjin said, while Haewon audibly sighed and held her head. Hanni had lost all her excitement, and Yuna just rolled her eyes. I smiled, "What's wrong? At least it's free here," I replied with a shrug as I took a seat after getting my food from the Cafeteria.

The others sighed in disappointment but followed me anyway. With our meals in hand, we all sat down at one of the tables. "Do you like the food?" Yunjin asked as she saw me start eating the white rice. I looked at the slightly older woman and immediately smiled. "Of course. JYP only gives us good and healthy food. Sure, I'd love something sweet every day, but I really don't want to do more exercise," I answered, which made Yuna chuckle.

"More exercise? Y/n, to do more exercise, you have to start exercising in the first place," Yunjin replied, causing me to look at her in disbelief. "I do exercise," I replied, to which Yunjin nodded, laughing. Yuna across from me smirked as she looked at me.

"There's Jihyo Unnie," Hanni said, pointing to a particular person. I immediately looked in that direction and noticed Jihyo slowly approaching our table. She had a smile on her face as she stopped at our table. Her hand naturally landed on my head.

"How are you all doing?" the older girl asked as she looked at each of us. I smiled right away. I somehow liked it when she stroked my head. I felt safe and secure around her. Yuna and Haewon promptly replied. Jihyo chuckled as she glanced at our food.

"Just rice?" she asked as she looked at me. I smiled again, saying, "I'm not very hungry." Jihyo understood right away. She then turned to Haewon and smiled, "Don't forget to attend the leader's meeting. Sunbaenim wants to discuss something important with all of us," Jihyo said, her eyes fixed on Haewon.

The younger girl immediately became more serious and nodded her head. "Thank you. I'll be there," she replied. Jihyo smiled again, and her hand moved away from my head. "Good. I'll let you continue eating. Sunbaenim asked me to remind the others as well," the older girl said, and we all nodded in acknowledgment.

"Right. Y/n," the older girl said after taking a few steps away. I immediately turned my head to her. "Yes?" I asked, giving her my full attention. Jihyo chuckled softly, "They have cheesecake," she said, and my entire face lit up. Jihyo smiled at my reaction and waved to me once more before walking away.

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With a smile on my face, I looked into the camera again. I had just wanted to go to the Starbucks across from the entertainment building, but a few fans had stopped me. They wanted autographs and photos with me. Naturally, since I had time and wasn't in a rush, I agreed.

I held up a peace sign, just like the fan next to me, and after the photo was taken, I turned to the woman. I smiled right away when I noticed her blushing cheeks. "You're my bias," she said, which made me smile even wider. I looked at her with wide eyes, surprised.

"Really? That's so cool. Thank you," I replied. I immediately raised my fists while continuing to smile. "That means I have to work even harder so you won't cheat on me," I added with a light laugh, which made the fan next to me blush even more.

I laughed because she looked really cute all red-faced. My eyes then fell on her friend who was standing beside her. "Who's your bias?" I asked, visibly interested. The friend smiled sheepishly, "Yunjin," she replied, and I nodded my head immediately. "Understandable," I said in English, which made both of them laugh.

"Can I ask you something? It's personal, and I won't tell anyone," my fan asked, so I looked at her with interest, giving her my full attention. "Are you for the Girls?" she suddenly asked in English, which only made me laugh even more. I smiled and pretended like I really had to think about it.

"I'll leave that to your imagination," I replied, just like Nayeon always did. The two glanced at each other and sighed. However, the friend suddenly grinned, "Are you and Yunjin a couple? That would be so cool," she said suddenly, which surprised me visibly. It was rare for a Korean to say this. I smiled again and repeated what I had said earlier, "I'll leave that to your imagination."

My smile widened as I noticed more and more people around me. Almost everyone had their phones in hand, taking photos or even videos of me. But I continued to chat with my fans as if I had known them for years.

"What's your MBTI? You must be extroverted, right?" one of my fans asked, making me laugh. I shook my head. "No, actually, according to the test, I'm 94% introverted. I just feel really comfortable right now, maybe because I ate almost four slices of cheesecake," I replied with a light laugh, and the others laughed too.

"I'm also an INTP," I finally answered the MBTI question. Almost immediately, there was a shocked gasp from the crowd, but only one person, the one who said I was her bias, nodded knowingly. She grinned proudly. "I already knew that. I watch every little video of you," she said.

Delighted, I smiled. "What's your name?" I asked, visibly interested, but the girl just shook her head. "I'm a Sunny," she simply said, which made me even happier. Shortly afterward, she laughed, "You're not good at remembering names anyway," she added, making me slightly embarrassed and laugh nervously.

I chatted with them for what felt like an eternity, but I had to start moving slowly. Smiling and waving, I bid them all farewell and continued on my way.

It was nice. They were all respectful and kept their distance from me, which I appreciated. Only with my permission were they allowed to touch me, and they respected that. Sunny was really a great fandom!

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Breathing heavily, I was struggling. Why was a plank so challenging? My eyes were fixed on the seconds, which seemed to slow down in slow motion. "Go faster!" I yelled at my phone as I slowly felt my strength draining away. The stopwatch beeped, and suddenly, I dropped onto the mat.

My forehead pressed against the mat as I gasped for air. I didn't even move to turn off the alarm. Only after the sound began to annoy me did I finally shut it off and slowly got up from the mat. I lifted my loose white T-shirt slightly to examine my stomach.

What was I expecting? To get a six-pack after just one plank?

I let my T-shirt fall back down and headed over to the treadmill this time. My water bottle was in my hand as I climbed onto the treadmill. I took several sips and stared at the start button for what felt like an eternity.

 I don't want to!

With a sigh, I started the treadmill after placing my water bottle in the holder. "Hey Siri," I said, causing Siri to respond immediately. "Next song, please," I requested, and the next song started playing through my AirPods.

I began with a brisk walk for the duration of an entire song and then increased the speed. While trying to maintain a steady pace, my labored breathing was clearly audible. i Tried to keep a steady voice as i was singing, but my Voice cracked and it was clear that i was running right now. Frustrated, I sighed multiple times and muttered curses under my breath. Wow, my voice stayed steady when I cursed...

I reached out to grab my water bottle, but suddenly, I stumbled on the treadmill, causing me to fall and the treadmill to send me flying. My eyes widened as I found myself on the floor. I immediately looked around. Did anyone see that?

I glanced painfully at my knee, which was now slightly scraped. With a sigh, I slowly got back up and pressed the stop button on the treadmill. Annoyed, I kicked the treadmill, but it only ended up hurting my foot.

No wonder people say sport is murder!

Finally, I managed to pick up my water bottle and drink from it. I tried to grab my phone but couldn't find it. My eyes widened as I looked around frantically, panic written on my face. However, my phone wasn't far, as the music was still playing.

I examined the treadmill and repeatedly reached into the empty holder, as if my phone would magically appear there. With a furrowed brow, I headed to the small corner where I had previously done my exercises. To my surprise, I saw a person holding my phone, and my eyes widened.

I saw the person looking at me and speaking, but I couldn't hear anything because the music was still blasting in my ears. I quickly pulled out my AirPods and looked at the slightly taller woman. I knew her. Of course, I knew her... I mean, she was my crush...

Ryujin smiled at me. "I guess this is your phone?" she asked, causing me to blush slightly. I took my phone with both hands and bowed to her, which made her laugh. "Thank you. I really thought... Thank you," I said with relief.

She waved it off, smiling. "No problem. I'm Ryujin," she said, extending her hand.

"I know," I replied, causing her to raise an eyebrow. My face turned even redder. I took her hand and shook it. "I mean... You're Ryujin from Itzy... Of course, uh, I know who you are," I replied, visibly nervous and even starting to laugh.

Ryujin chuckled amusedly as she looked at me. She must have found my nervousness endearing. "Thank you. I know who you are too, Y/n," the older girl said with a smile, making me blush even more, which in turn made me even more nervous. I licked my lips and looked at the taller woman.

"Cool," I said somewhat stutteringly, which only made Ryujin laugh more. She smiled. "Do you want to keep training? How about we train together?" she asked, causing my eyes to widen.

Couldn't she have shown up earlier? I can't do any more!

"Sure, I'd love to," I replied with a big grin, which also made Ryujin smile. She nodded. "Great," she said, and together, we headed back to the treadmill. I smirked as I looked at the older woman. We were now training together, and I was dying in the process...

[fluffyprettykitty]

first love

Pairing: college! Sam Wilson x g/n reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 700 words

Outline: You and Sam had been friends for a while when you overhear Steve encouraging Sam to ask you out, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings: none.

Author’s Note: thanks to the loves at writer's cafe for helping me with this fic <3 ily all!!! <3 three months later it's here <3

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

He's nervous, his palms are sweaty as he walks towards you, looking intensely at your reading figure, hunched over your book.

"Hey." He says clearly yet he still clears his throat. "Hey, Y/N"

You look up from your book with a smile at the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey, Sam."

"Wanna..." He begins just to trail off, his throat getting really dry now.

"Yes, Sam. Tell me." You try to encourage him a little. He had already hinted at what he wanted to tell you anyway. You had overheard him at the classroom today, telling Steve that he wanted to ask you out, so you made sure you'd stayed at visible spots all through the day.

"Wanna...." He's nervous, more nervous than he thought he'd be and then he blurts out the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

"I have to go get some groceries, can you help me?" You smile widely and nod your head positively. "Of course, of course, Sam."

That's not how he wanted it to go, but he figured it'd be a good opportunity to spend time with you. The following morning at the farmer's market was ideal though. You had worn your favorite dress, Sam bought you beautiful flowers and then he invited you to his dorm room as the guys would still be on their training teams.

You helped him put the groceries away, washed the vegetables together, and all in all it felt like you both fell into a routine. Sam seemed less nervous when he constantly had something to do and every silence would be buried by a suggestion of you.

Still, he hasn't asked you out officially and you wanted to try your best. Together you made a meal, making some for the boys as well, and in the end, he escorted you to your own dorm room.

Hanging outside of your door, you hoped he'd ask but he nervously bid you goodnight.

Thankfully for you, your friend came to your avail looking at your sad expression. Natasha had you call Sam the next day to tell him that she had left you some cinema tickets for tonight and that she couldn't make it. Sam agreed and by the afternoon you were both on your way to the cinema.

He bought you popcorn and soda and you almost wished he hadn't because you'd wished you'd share them together. When he didn't try to reach for your hand inside the theatre, it almost made you feel like you were losing this game.

You began to prepare yourself for another fruitless night and as you were both returning to the campus, Sam surprised you by asking you if you wanted to hit the arcade. Excitedly you said yes and off you went.

A couple of games later, you were both laughing and having fun, switching between different games. Yet soon enough they announced that they were closing and your heart sank again.

"I don't wanna go home." You blurted out looking at the night sky.

Sam looked at you, he looked at you for several seconds as you were both standing outside the facility, other students walking by.

"Yeah, we had so much fun together." You nodded and smiled at him, "I don't think I ever had so much fun in my life." You laughed.

"We can go by the lake." Sam blurted out nervously, wondering is his suggestion was too bold.

"Oh, I've never been there when it's this dark."

"Oh, I'm sorry if you're scared we can go tomorrow morning. "

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah. Like a date." He nodded his head and looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

"Sam." You shook your head. "I honestly thought you'd never ask."

"Well." He laughed quietly. "I'm just giving you a reason to want to go home."

Oh, he's cocky now apparently.

"Alright, alright, that's good. That's good. See you tomorrow, Sam."

Sam kissed you goodnight on the cheek and for once you knew your romantic life was about to begin.

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[in-the-shadow-of-the-blog]

Under the Mistletoe with Garreth

Summary: It's Christmas, and there's mistletoe everywhere! Except... anywhere MC goes with Garreth? (Garreth Weasley x f!MC)

Rating: PG

Words: 700

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All over Hogwarts, students were hanging mistletoe. Above doorways, halls, staircases, and classrooms, anywhere they might be able to steal a kiss from the object of their affections.

Yet everywhere MC seemed to go, it was nowhere to be found. Though she tried to walk with Garreth in places she thought it would be, but whenever they were out together, it was as if it had all simply disappeared.

MC decided to follow the example of other students and take matters into her own hands. She met Garreth outside the common room, as they often did since they started courting, and he immediately noticed what she held.

"What are you doing with that?"

Garreth's eyes shifted suspiciously as he looked at the mistletoe in her hands.

"Er... I was just going to hang it in-"

"Don't!" Garreth exclaimed. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I mean... Can I have it? I need it for a potion."

MC raised an eyebrow. "You can't get it somewhere else?"

Why was it so important to take it away from her?

"I, uh... Need a lot of it. It's a complex potion."

"Garreth, are you the reason mistletoe has been disappearing all over Hogwarts?"

"No."

Garreth's cheeks matched his hair as he realized he'd answered far too quickly.

MC folded her arms. "Garreth, what are you up to?"

"Nothing!" Garreth held up his hands, insisting on his innocence.

MC wasn't convinced. She could almost hear Professor Sharp yelling already.

"Well, I best be off," Garreth announced with an awkward smile. "Don't forget! You promised to go foraging with me tomorrow. Horklumps and such."

"I haven't forgotten."

"Good!" Flashing a cheerful grin, Garreth grabbed the mistletoe from MC's hands. "See you then!"

MC blinked at the blur of red hair and black robes as Garreth disappeared into a throng of students.

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"Garreth, where exactly are we going?" MC ducked under yet another branch as he led her further into the trees.

"Don't worry, almost there!" Garreth's cheery voice called back. MC wasn't sure he was so chipper. It was an overcast day, absolutely freezing, clouds heavy with a promise of snow. But Garreth's attitude was more like a summer's day: sunshine and soft breezes and warmth.

"I'm pretty sure there are more convenient places to find horklumps," MC mumbled.

"Come on, MC! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"Back at Hogwarts, where it's warm."

"It'll be worth it, I promise. Just in this clearing."

Garreth sped up, running ahead. "Garreth! Wait!" MC cried, trying to keep up.

MC finally burst from the trees and into the clearing, coming to a sudden stop. What in Merlin's name...?

"Ta dah!" Garreth announced, grinning at MC's reaction.

In the clearing was an arch completely covered in mistletoe. The leaves swayed in the frosty air,

"Garreth, what is this?"

"Well, at first I just didn't want anyone stealing your heart under the mistletoe. Then I was waiting for the right time. After that... I got a little carried away." Garreth took MC's hand, pulling her closer to the arch.

"So you were never even working on a potion?"

"Sure I was." Garreth waggled his eyebrows. "A love potion."

MC laughed as she stepped beneath the mistletoe arch, eyes shining. "Come get your kiss, then."

His hands found her waist, and he leaned in with a smile. "I think all this mistletoe entitles me to more than one, don't you?"

MC arched a playful eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Mhmm." Garreth brushed his lips against her cheek. "One here... and here... there..." Her forehead, temple, the frozen tip of her nose.

They were both smiling when Garreth pulled her close against him. He leaned back to look into her eyes.

"And here, of course." Garreth pressed his lips against hers.

Warmth bloomed in MC's chest as their lips met, her heart fluttering. She wrapped her arms around his neck, no longer feeling the cold like she was before.

They finally parted, hearts racing, breathless. Garreth cupped MC's cheek, stroking her rosy skin with his thumb.

"Do you want to come visit my family with me for Christmas?"

MC couldn't help but grin. "Yes. I'd like that."

"Excellent!" Garreth beamed. "This will be the best Christmas ever."

He leaned in for one more kiss, not letting a single moment under the arch go to waste.

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