#wow it's been a minute uh. yeah i saw the other ask but didn't know how to respond and my brain went into another fandom & kinshift

[retiredcultistredux]

Why did you choose NOW to butt in? Why not follow the death cultists that can ABSOLUTELY destroy the world 99% of the time?

Quincy: "Besides, how was I supposed to know he was working with these 'death cultists'? It's not like he told us anything useful. All we've known for a long time is that he wants power--there's loads of powerful deities and artifacts in the Main Realm, and even beyond. It's like finding a needle in an astronomically large haystack, and constantly finding Nothing upon Nothing is just...I'm kind of at my wit's end here. Cut me and the others some slack, ok? ...Oh, and I saw what you said about some 'long hallway'. I was hoping you could be more precise. You seem to know what's been happening, so surely you'd have more information, right?"

They paused, sighing.

Quincy: "...Sorry. I'm not trying to be rude. This is just...a lot more than you realize, and now that I know Void Termina's involved...I really don't work well under this much pressure, huh..."

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Pillow (NSFW)

THEME: Fluffy Smut

WARNING(s): Vibrator, Fingering, Assisted Masturbation, Blowjob, Cum

It was a nice, quiet, lazy afternoon.  Cuddled up to your boyfriend on your bed, you felt safe in his arms.  Every so often, he would put a soft kiss on your cheek or your temple.  He had never been in your bedroom before.  You'd only been dating him for a few months, and most of the time spent together was either out on dates or at his place.

"I love you, baby." he kissed your cheek.

"I love you too." you smiled.

He attached his lips to yours.  You could feel how much he loved you through the kiss.  He suddenly broke away just as the kiss was beginning to deepen, noticing a lump touching his lower back.

"What the hell am I sitting on?" he asked under his breath.

He reached under your pillow for what the lump he sat on could possibly be.  He pulled a purple object out, his eyes widening as he realized what it was.

"Whoa." he tried to stifle a laugh.

It was your vibrator.  You forgot you had hidden it under your pillow.  With your face now beet red from embarrassment, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.  Sure, you loved him, but your relationship wasn't at that stage yet.

"Damn, baby." he fiddled with the buttons on your toy.  "I uh...I didn't know you had something like this."

"I mean it's...um...yeah...it's my vibrator." you were mortified.

C/N could see how red-faced you were.  He was trying his best to not make the situation awkward.  Or at least more awkward than it already was.

"Don't be embarrassed, my love." he kissed the top of your head.  "It's okay.  I jerk off too."

Your shame lessened at his attempt to comfort you.  He still had your toy in his hand.  He was clearly picturing you using it.  You two had never seen each other naked, let alone have sex.  You didn't even know if he was a virgin or not.

"Ya know..." he looked at you intently.  "the thought of you using this thing is getting me kinda worked up, babe.  What if I used it on you?"

You didn't know what to say.  He was so...forward.  Not that you were put off by it.  In fact, you were a little worked up, as well.

"Um...okay." you shyly obliged.

Your boyfriend smiled, once again attaching his lips to yours.  The way he slid his tongue in your mouth was angelic.  He was being so gentle with you as his hands messed with the zipper of your jeans.

"You okay with this?" he asked you, making sure you were comfortable.

You nodded as he pulled your jeans off of your body and tossed them on the floor, stripping his shirt off as he did so.  He was so muscular, so handsome.  He leaned down to kiss your thighs as he pulled off your panties, tossing them into the same pile as his shirt and your jeans.

"Wow," he smirked, running his fingers up and down your heat.  "you're so wet, baby."

It felt like roses when his fingers brushed against your clit.  You let out a quiet moan, which was melodious to him.  He placed the toy on your clit and turned it on.  There it was, that familiar feeling.  You hadn't masturbated in a minute, well over a week, and you kind of missed the feeling.  You'd never had someone else use your toy on you, though.  It was strange, but in an exciting way.  C/N watched your face as he held your vibrator to your heat, listening to every moan, every breath, and every whimper that escaped your lips.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

"Mmmm yes!"

You could see him starting to grow in his pants.  You couldn't help but be excited to see what it looked like once it was fully erect.  He was so focused on you and making you feel good that he wasn't even thinking about how hard he was getting.  As the toy continued to stimulate your clit, you saw him lick his index and middle finger out of the corner of your eye.

"Are you okay with me going in with my fingers?" he asked.

You nodded, still lost in the pleasure.  He very slowly stuck his two fingers in, immediately noticing how tight you were.

"Ooh," his eyebrow raised.  "you didn't tell me you were a virgin, baby.  Don't worry.  I'll be gentle."

The feeling of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you hurt a little, but you didn't care.  You were already experiencing so much pleasure, so what was a little bit of pain to go with it?  Still, he was being so careful with you.  He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, and he was enjoying it a lot.

"Fuckkkk!" you breathed.

A short while later, you were almost at your high.  You felt like you were losing control, your walls clenching around your boyfriend's fingers as your toes curled.

"Ohhh C/NNNN..." you moaned.  "I'm cumming!"

"Let go, baby." he whispered.  "Cum for me."

And then, there it was.  It felt magical.  You whimpered as you climaxed, your body twitching from the pleasure.  C/N turned off the vibrator and licked his fingers again, winking at you as he did so.

"Mmm," he purred.  "so sweet."

You leaned back into your boyfriend as you gave your heartbeat a minute to slow down.  He put another kiss atop your head.  Dang, maybe him finding your toy wasn't such a bad thing after all.  But the boner he had was a mean one.  You palmed at his crotch, feeling how solid he was through the fabric of his pants.

"Fuck, baby." he softly said.  "My dick is so hard."

Without saying another word, you attacked his neck with your mouth, leaving dark love bites all over him.  It caught him off guard, but he loved it.

"Babe!" he laughed as you kissed down his body.  "I'm gonna be covered in hickeys!"

With your head at eye level with his crotch, you unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers.  It was a nice, pretty cock, definitely on the bigger side.  After giving it a couple big strokes, you closed your mouth around his tip and sucked on it.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, running his fingers through your hair.  "that feels amazing."

You took your time, gradually building on the pleasure for him.  You slowly took more of him in your mouth, until your lips were touching the base of his cock and his tip was grazing the back of your throat.

"God..." he panted as you started to bob your head up and down.

You had never done this before, but he seemed to like what you were doing, so you assumed you were doing a good job?  He was perfectly happy to wait until you were ready for him to be inside you, which you currently weren't.  But for now, helping each other get off like this felt like the right thing to do.

"Fuck..." he grunted under his breath.  "Baby, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."

What you heard was "keep going".  He leaned his head back and led out another deep moan.  With your hand, you played with his balls, which he loved.  He was on another planet altogether right now.

"Jesus fuck, baby." he breathed.  "How are you so fucking good at this?"

Minutes later, his moans and grunts became more animalistic.  He did not at all want you to stop what you were doing.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." he said between breaths.  "I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth."

As he pulsated in your mouth, he finally reached his high with a series of deep grunts.  You lapped up his sweet cum with your tongue and swallowed it.  His eyes were glazed over.  He must've really enjoyed that.

"Holy shit." he came down from his orgasm.  "That was so good, babygirl.  I love you so much."

"I love you too, C/N."

You nestled into him and rested your head on his chest.  You could feel his heartbeat slowing down as he held you tightly to his body.  He kissed your forehead and began to play with your hair.

"I can only imagine what it will feel like once we have sex for real, Y/N." he said.  "I bet it's gonna be incredible.  But for now, my love, I'm happy to wait until you're ready."

You looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the lips.  You didn't know how long it would be until you were ready to have sex with him, but if it was going to be anything like what just happened, you knew it was going to be something special.

[miyuhpapayuh]

24

“I'm so excited to be here!”

“We're so excited to have you, dear! Have a seat!”

Having been on edge all day about making a good first impression, once she'd gotten to the facility and saw five women that looked like her, their warm energy calmed her instantly.

“We got you a latte, didn't want you to feel left out.”

“Oh, I really appreciate it! I hope everyone's morning has been good!”

The ladies nod in agreement before the leader begins her ice breaker.

“This may seem a bit school-ish, but I like to go around the group and get a fun fact from each of you, and it wouldn't be fair if I didn't kick it off! So, I’m Roni and I started this group a few years ago so black women could have a creative space of our own.”

“And we love you for it! I'm Leia and I'm one of thirteen kids!”

“Oh my gosh, really? What's that like??” Zora asks, which makes everyone laugh.

“Girl, hectic! We're all two years apart, too.”

“My word. Well, I'm Zora and I actually had given up on wanting my own art career, but I'm getting back out there!”

“We're all so proud of you for doing that, it takes courage!”

“Thank you!”

“Of course, doll. I'm Fran and I'm fifty-five, sitting on a pretty pension from my dead husband.” She says, before cracking up, making the girls do the same.

“A hoot, that one is! I'm Trina and I collect rocks and turn them into little scenes.”

“They're really cool, she's gotta show y'all her latest one before we leave! But I'm Dina, and I'm a photography finatic! I'll take a picture of anything!”

She pulls out her phone and swipes through her gallery to emphasize her point. Nothing but trees, cocktails, food spots, selfies, her cat Toby, the sky and moon and clouds in between.

“You're just like me, for real.” Zora laughs. “Also I've never seen a black cat named Toby, how adorable.”

“She's a girl, too!”

“Really?? That's so adorable, too!”

“I know!” She giggles.

Roni and the others laugh at their interaction, knowing Dina and her infectious personality would pull her right in.

The activity of the day was to take your feelings and turn them into a scene. Any theme. People or no people.

Zora painted a vibrant sunset on her new balcony. Two glowy orbs side by side, overlooking the breathtaking view.

“Can I just say wow!?” Fran gasps as she looks over from her own masterpiece, a never ending garden of bright tulips and wildflowers.

“Oh,” Zora covers her face, “thank you!”

“I've never seen anything like this before. How'd you do that, with the shading around the orbs and stuff??” Trina asks, as the group moves in to see her work.

Still flustered by their sweet reception, she blows out a breath. “I actually tried something out while painting. Took the shades around it and made a color and outlined them, it adds some depth to it.”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Roni agrees, making the ladies laugh.

“Thanks, you guys! Now let me see what everyone else is working on!”

“Ooh, come look at mine!” Dina says, pulling them over to her portrait of Toby, his big green eyes making them gasp.

“Wow, those are her eyes, alright!” Trina says, giving her a high five.

“They took me like twenty minutes, they better be her eyes!” Dina laughs.

“She's so cute! Her and vday gotta do a playdate!”

“Absolutely!”

“Uh oh, miss Fran! Let's talk about these flowers!”

“Oh, my pride and joy! I've been gardening for about twenty years, and this is what my garden looked like until a couple years ago. The last time I was able to get out and tend to it all, I took a picture of it and now it's memorialized in this painting.”

“Who knew flowers could make you cry,” Zora frowns.

“That's beautiful, Fran.” Roni says. “Wildflowers are your favorite, huh?”

This makes everyone laugh.

“How'd you guess, you smart cookie??”

“Come look at my pretty rock!”

Trina painted a giant black obsidian rock that was cracked in half, indigo and violet on the inside, pale yellow twinkling in certain spots.

“Wow! I like this one better than my own!” Dina says, punching her arm.

“Y'all are the most talented women ever, I'm convinced.” Roni compliments.

“Wait, let's see yours!”

An up close view of a rib cage, pink and green butterflies litter the inside and linger at the garden planted in the center of her chest.

“Rooted in love?”

“Absolutely!” She smiles. “It's how I've been feeling since getting engaged. Just a love plant.”

“Awww, that's so sweet!”

“Yeah! Are we invited to the wedding??”

“Absolutely! It'll be in the fall, sometime. It's our favorite season.”

“Leia, what did you paint?”

A silhouette of a woman behind a rose colored sheet.

“What's the story behind this?”

“Hollowness, really. I feel hidden most times.”

“Oh, babe,” Trina frowns, hugging her.

Welcoming the gesture, she softly laughs.

“Thanks, but I'm okay, I'm just a middle child.”

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“Honey, I'm home!” Leon yells from the front door, chuckling as Zora damn near crashes into him, hopping into his arms.

“Hey, baby!” She squeals, inhaling his woodsy scent.

“Hey, my love. I see you missed me!”

Carrying her over to the couch, he plops down with her still attached to him.

“I did! I couldn't wait til you got here so I could tell you how my day went!”

“Oh yeah, I'm all ears! How'd everything go??”

She fills him in on all her sweet new friends, shares their paintings, and gives him a rundown of how their next few meetings are gonna go.

“Look at you,” he cheeses, “my artiste!”

Her nose crinkled as she covered her face.

“I'm good, I guess!”

“Zora Jean, please. You're the best.”

“The best, huh??” She uncovers her face as they both laugh.

“And you know this, lady bug!”

“Thank you, best chef and photographer ever!”

He humbly dusts off his shoulder, making her giggle.

“Speaking of! I can share this with you now,” he says, placing his hands on hers, “today was my last day of work at the warehouse.”

Her mouth drops open in surprise. He smiles widely at her reaction, proud that it was worth keeping to himself.

“You quit?!! Finally??”

“That, I did!”

“I'm so happy for you!” She beams, squeezing his hands now.

“Thank you, my sweet lady.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss her face.

“Aw, you're so happy about this, I love it! What's your plan??”

“Well, I think I can kick off my vlogging now. Not sure if it'll be more than just cuts of me cooking, but it's a start! Also, my boys said they'd support me with whatever I needed while I'm getting started.”

“That's really sweet of them! I can't wait to see your first video! I've got a thing for cameras now ‘cause of you, so if you need any help.. I'm here too!” She cheeses, earning three kisses on the lips.

“Thank you, baby. I may need you to be my camerawoman from time to time, when you're not busy with your own artiste dreams, that is.”

“I'm proud of us. We quit our regular-degular jobs to focus on our passions! How many people, our age especially, get to say that!!”

“We must be god's favorite, huh?”

“Oh, yeah!” She nods, meeting him halfway for a high-five.

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“Alright ladies, today we are meeting with a few investors and they are very fond of each of your portfolios, so if all goes well, your names will be on front street before the weekend!” Roni squeals as the ladies do the same.

“I'm a little nervous, wow!” Zora huffs, placing her hand over her heart.

“Don't worry honey, your art is divine! If these suits don't like it, they don't know talent. Okay?” Fran says, rubbing her back.

“O-okay. I'm gonna head to the bathroom.”

Excusing herself, she heads down the hall and into the biggest stall of the bathroom, immediately calling Nique.

“Hello?” Her best friend sings into the phone.

“Girl, investors are coming to chat with us today! They've seen our work and are apparently impressed, which is great! This is what I've always wanted… but what if they get here and see our latest pieces and their opinions change? W-what if they don't wanna—”

“Zora! Hey! Calm down, sweetie!” She coos, snapping her out of her spiral.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling roughly a few times, she places her hand back over her heart. It wasn't beating nearly as fast, but she was still frazzled.

“I– it's been such a long time coming, ya know? I'm just… I don't know!”

“It's okay to be nervous, Jean. This has been like ten years in the making! Those investors already like your work, right?? So, you're in there! Don't worry about anything else. It would be remiss if you didn't celebrate your wins. You put yourself out there. You found an art group and they welcomed you with open arms! Investors know who you are!! They know what you're capable of and they're coming to see you and your work. Hell, let's call up that ex whore of yours and rub it in his face, cause you're killing this shit and you haven't even really started yet!”

By this time, Zora’s face was covered in salty tears at her friend's sweet and true words.

“And stop that crying before them girls think sumn wrong with you!” She jokes, making Zora laugh.

“Shut up, man.” She sniffles, wiping her face.

“I appreciate you for saying all of that. You're right. I've waited so long for things to fall into place. It's my time to show what I'm capable of!”

“Hell yeah, it is!” She agrees. “And I know it's rough, but you have to know– believe that you've already done the hard part. Get yourself together and walk out there with your head up high, mmkay?”

“Thank you, Nique Nique!” She coos, making kissy noises.

“Ah, what would you do without me! You're always welcome, Jeanie! I'll be sitting at home, waiting for you to tell me how it went!”

“Expect my knock, later!”

They squeal and talk a bit more to calm her nerves, before bidding each other farewell.

Thankful for her deep brown complexion, she wasn't as flushed as she feared. She wets a napkin and wipes her eyes and cheeks, before washing hands again.

Rejoining the group and assuring them that she's okay, they fall into conversation to ease the leftover pressure even further.

“I've been curious about this for a minute, but I didn't wanna be that crazy old lady that asks too many questions,” Fran laughs, before looking over at Zora.

“You've got a boyfriend, don't ya?”

The instant smile that covers her entire face makes the ladies coo and giggle at her.

“I knew it!” Dina adds. “Caught her smiling at her phone the other day, but I let her live.”

“Y'all,” Zora laughs, shaking her head, “y'all remind me of my sisters so much! Only, they wouldn't let me live anything down, so thank y'all for that.”

“We had to ease you in, first!” Roni pats her shoulder.

“But now that we know you're in loooove,” Trina sings, making them crack up.

“Yes, tell us allll about it!” Leia chimes in.

“He's so sweet, y'all,” she gushes, unable to help the bright smile on her lips as she goes on about her man.

How smart he is. How generous. Rugged. Driven. Hardworking. Dedicated. Inspiring.

“Does he have any brothers??”

“I had to hook my sisters up! But I'll see if he's got any cousins or uncles up for grabs! A young uncle for you, Frannie.”

“That's my girl!” Fran claps.

Soon the investors arrived and Zora was ready to let her work do the talking, her nerves steady.

There were only two people, a white man and woman, which helped a lot. Not too many people to interact with. Zora wasn't the only one who internally felt that way, either.

“Ladies, this is Roberts and Williams, senior investors from Canvas & Company. They came by to talk to us about their experience with buying and selling art, how the market works and how to invest in it.” Roni introduces.

“We are very excited to meet you ladies! In fact, on the way over, we pulled up each of your files one more time, just blown away with the talent we've seen!” Roberts exclaims, clasping her hands together.

“Indeed! Haven't seen much talent like this in a while. Definitely refreshing.” Williams adds, before they get into their spiel.

“Now the art industry has definitely changed in the last thirty years, pushing boundaries on how we capture an image and paint it for others to see. It's very interesting what one can do with a paintbrush or pencil. Speaking of, what's everyone's favorite medium and why?” Williams asks, looking around the room, his finger pointed at Dina.

“Pencil. There's an eraser always close by.” She laughs, and he fondly shakes his head.

“Gotta love the mistakes, too.” He says, pointing to her twin sister.

“Charcoal. I love the mess of it!”

“See? My kinda girl!” He claps, pointing to Fran.

“Watercolor! I love how lightweight it is.”

“I agree, it's probably the lightest type of paint.” Next was Zora.

“Acrylic paint. It's so vibrant and rich, experimental even! Perfect for my pieces.”

“Acrylic is best for that type of thing. Building color, texture.. it's a hassle to preserve, though.”

“Oh, tell me about it! My poor palette has never been the same.” She laughs and so does he, before pointing to Leia.

“Oil pastel, I love the way it glides!”

“As do I!”

Moving on to a slideshow of how investing in art works, the ladies quickly realized they were on the fun side of things, seeing how much people empty their banks for it.

“Seven grand on one painting?? That would take care of so many things.” Fran mumbles, shaking her head.

“Imagine!” Roni whispers back.

“You'd be surprised how much one would spin! One impression is all it takes, a lot of the time.” Roberts says, looking over to her colleague who agrees.

“They try to scare you with the emerging and well known artists as top sellers, but we don't all curate art the same way, which is why we're here. We see potential in every one of you, even your lead! Phenomenal work, ladies, really.” She adds, to which they all graciously thank her.

After the meeting is over, Zora feels a ton lighter than she did when her day began. She was proud of herself.

Making it home, she showers, changes into her sweats and heads across the hall, not even getting to knock before Nique opens the door.

“Hey, girl!”

“How did you–”

“I was sitting on my patio and saw you pull up! Knew the knock was coming!” She answers, pulling her inside and closing the door behind them.

Plopping down on her oversized sofa, Zora lets out a sigh of relief and grabs a handful of popcorn, stuffing her mouth.

“Tired?”

“Mmhm! It's been a long day,” she says with a mouthful, tucking her feet underneath her.

“Well, how'd everything go??”

“Great! There were only two people, a man and a woman, both white and like our mamas’ age. Cool people, though! Super friendly. They asked us about our favorite mediums and told us about how they can help and hinder, how the investment market works and girl, these people spend money!”

How much we talkin’?”

“Anywhere from a couple hundred to a couple hundred thousand!”

“Really??” Nique asks with wide eyes. “Let me go paint sumn real quick.”

Zora laughs, stuffing another handful of popcorn in her mouth.

“No, but seriously I'm glad it went great! No stress, no mess, just you and your unbelievable talent showcasing itself!”

“Me too, it's nice having people with loaded pockets take more than a glance at your work! Hell, I might have met potential buyers!”

“Fingers crossed! Your artwork is gonna be in everybody's living room! Just you wait!”

“You better be in the first ten people to buy sumn!!”

“Like I haven't been buying your artwork since we've known each other! Ima be the first! Next piece you cook up, it's mine!” She declares before grabbing her remote.

“I know that's right! What we watchin’?”

“Beauty shop!!”

“Oh, my movie!!”

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[iknowyuu]

i was wondering if you could write something like Sieun and the reader are very close like physical touch like ALWAYS and everyone wonders if they are dating... friends to lovers yk yk

+ I LOVE UR ACC SM

F2L

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

↝ wc: 989

content: ft. lily from nmixx & jungwon from enhypen (both as your friends! feel free to exchange them for different idols or actors <;3), friends to lovers

note: TY FOR THE REQ!! this took forever im sorry :(

♡

"i'm just gonna ask you straight. are you and.. sieun dating?" your friend, lily asks just as you were swallowing your rice, causing you to choke.

"huh!?" you coughed and choked, eventually swallowing the food in your throat and gulping a large amount of water as the friends at your table looked at you with a mixture of concern and confusion.

“why would you think that?” you asked them, genuinely confused. lily scrunched her eyebrows at you, “umm.. i mean, i thought you were kinda.. you know, together, considering the way you act,” she said. “i was just curious.”

you shook your head, “no! we aren’t! does everyone think that?” your eyes glanced towards the others sitting around you and they nodded, your friend jungwon speaking up, “uh, yeah!” he chuckled, “i thought you guys were just making it obvious.”

you pursed your lips and looked down, staring at your half finished soup as they changed the topic of conversation. was it really that easy to take your actions in that way? well, you guessed some gestures could be easily mistaken as romantic.. the more you thought about it, the more painfully obvious it seemed.

it all started in the morning, just a few weeks ago.

you're not someone who likes to be early per say; you arrive on time like everyone else, sometimes a little late. one day however, you managed to wake up earlier than you ever had (in your life, you're sure) and get to school out of a sudden burst of motivation. to be honest, you already missed your bed. your eyelids were droopy with sleep after barely being woken up a thirty minutes ago.

when you arrived to your class, expecting to be the only one there, you were met with your friend of several months, sieun. "sieun? what're you doing here so early?" you asked him, partially mumbling to yourself. he glanced back to find you standing at the door, but he payed you no mind, only going back to continue his work.

you'd met him as your new seatmate when the year started, and of course he didn't want anything to do with you or your antics. however, he soon realized you were either gonna be his friend, or a huge bother. he chose the former rather than the latter.

you didn't mind him ignoring you, it was just the way he was. walking over to your seat to drop your bag, you sat down and pulled out your journal. "alright," you said sighing.

yeah, you were already bored.

you stood up and stretched even though it had only been a few minutes, walking over to your friend. you stood behind his desk, peaking over his shoulder to watch him write, his speed not faltering. leaning down, you felt his body heat radiate off him, the sensation feeling very warm and comforting. wow, you could just fall asleep on him.

so you did. kinda.

you placed your arms on his shoulders before wrapping them around, hugging him from the back as you could while he was sitting down. “what’re you working on?” you whispered next to his ear. he could’ve just shivered.

oh, and that was only the start.

from that day on, sieun only grew to expect you jogging to catch up with him only to lace your fingers with his, walking alongside him with your arms touching.

the sudden hugs you would give him- it literally didn't matter how or where, you would hug him from the side as you both were walking, arm fixed around his waist. hug him from the back with your forehead on his shoulder- and least surprisingly, from the front almost every single time you saw him.

it was no wonder anyone who saw the two of you would think, "oh, what a cute couple!" because you most definitely looked like one.

walking back to class, you thought to yourself. "is it normal for friends to be like this?" you looked around. you didn't see anyone else with holding hands with their friends. "i guess not. i hope i'm not making him uncomfortable." then and there, you decided you'd stop treating him the way you did.

as you approached your seat you took note of the way sieun lifted his head when he saw you. you didn't wave, only looking straight ahead.

hours of school passed and you were now walking home with your friend, and you don't know if it was just you, but you felt tension so thick, you swore you could cut it with a knife.

his hand bumped into yours, and it sent tingles down your spine. was it weird that you wanted to lace your fingers with his? it never was weird before your friends said something, and now you felt.. different.

you didn't want to feel like it anymore. instead of burying it deep, deep inside you like usual, you wanted to get to the bottom of it. "sieun."

he looked towards you. "is it.." you took a deep breath, calming your nerves. "is it weird when i.. hug you? or.. when i hold your hand? do i make you uncomfortable?" that last thought spilled from your mouth before you could even comprehend what you were going to say. "i'm sorry if i did. i guess i never as-"

however, before you could even finish your sentence, the boy walking next to you made the first move for the first time. he gently but firmly took your hand in his. shaking his head, he made eye contact with you. "no.. you didn't. i don't mind."

words could not describe the relief you felt. a huge weight left your shoulders. "ugh," you laced your fingers with his, "i'm so glad."

your heart filled with warmth and happiness, and as you snuggled against his arm, walking in sync with him, you missed the way the corners of his lips tilted upwards.

♡

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[xcerizex]

"shh, a new thread has been created."

Within the trenches of St. Shelter Academy's discord server, a secret chatroom has been created to gossip about the hidden relationship between the most beautiful professor in the school and his little painter.

Please get out before it's too late.

(self-indulgent, Cael x little painter, inspired by discord chats, fluff, suggestive, 2.3k words)

"Observation log of Professor Anselm's and the little painter's secret relationship"

A new thread has been created, be the first to say hi!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

???

what on earth is this???

little painter's tiniest fan:

(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

ringo~x:

The title is there, you know?

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

yeah I saw that

im asking why

St. Germain's poison:

look look

give me a moment...

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

???

i feel like we're doing something dangerous...

St. Germain's poison:

"click link to open image"

LOOK AT THEM

THEYRE SO AJSJJAJAK

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

WHAT

DID I JUST SEE

St. Germain's poison:

YEAH

ringo~x:

Who took the picture?

Fiene:

Uh oh, someone's getting reported

ringo~x:

You must be confident in your morals if you're brave enough to send this here. Fess up.

St. Germain's poison:

HELP LMAO it's not anything illegal I swear

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

press x to doubt

(X 5)

St. Germain's poison:

THE REACTIONS PLS I SWEAR IM INNOCENT

LET ME EXPLAIN MYSELF FIRST

ok so this was a photoshoot arranged by the photography and music department, they wanted to create a promotional album called something "sounds of the school"

I think

Fiene:

You think???

ringo~x:

No, it's true. I recall that you were from the photography department. I suppose that's where you got it from?

St. Germain's poison:

ye

Fiene:

that's still illegal I think

ringo~x:

Not quite, but I doubt it's all that safe either.

little painter's tiniest fan:

They're so cute tho aaaaaaaa (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

St. Germain's poison:

pls don't report me

ringo~x:

Fine, but tell me why was this relevant enough to create an entirely new thread.

St. Germain's poison:

JUST LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE IN LOVE

little painter's tiniest fan:

they're in love~

St. Germain's poison:

I'm pretty sure they're dating

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

...

who's going to tell her?

St. Germain's poison:

huh

Mother Hen in jail:

oh lmfao did she just...

St. Germain's poison:

WHAT

WHAT???

Fiene:

Huh???

little painter's tiniest fan:

some of us knew that already I think

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

they so cute

St. Germain's poison:

tf

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

tbf they're very good at hiding it only about what? 5-6 know. Excluding prof Con man

Jia (on my knees for mlp)

Con man lmao

St. Germain's poison:

literally how-

Fiene:

Oh so you guys knew and never told us???

Wow, great. Feel the love

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Guys quick focus on the picture instead

ringo~x:

And a bloodbath was thus, carefully averted.

little painter's tiniest fan:

look at them hugging each other so cute uuuuuu

｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

how was this greenlighted?

Fiene:

Wdym like...??

St. Germain's poison:

originally wanted to take photos of students and teachers enjoying daily life but

we somehow got this

AND THIS SHIT IS GOOD

Mother Hen in jail:

And you got away with keeping this???

St. Germain's poison:

technically

they gave me the rights for this

ringo~x:

I'm having doubts.

St. Germain's poison:

keep that ass away from me i have done nothing wrong-

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I wonder when did they start dating tho

pp:

cracks knuckles

Give me a minute

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

help???

little painter's tiniest fan:

even in public their aura of love cannot be concealed!

I-I should get back to writing my fic...

Mother Hen in jail:

Why does it look like they're about to take off to the bedroom?

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

ALL OF YOU HELP-

St. Germain's poison:

Oh yeah they kinda do proba why our senior rejected the photo

Jia (on my knees for mlp)

Didn't he face a lot of opposition tho lol

St. Germain's poison:

yeah they all wanted the photo green lit

ringo~x:

The bedroom eyes are an illusion, that's enough all of you. Take this to the NSFW chat.

Mother Hen in jail:

good sir it could get worse don't test us, you brave the possibility of what lines we all can toe

little painter's tiniest fan:

I'm so glad I can see it rn! Thank you for the dog food!

Aaaaa I love them so much...❤️

Maybe I should start a new smut fic...

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

"new"

so it's not your first

pp:

Okay so;

A while ago around last year's freshmen orientation, I heard that Professor Carl was returning to teach back at St. Shelter Academy. And then the Stellaris Cup happened, and he disappeared along with that one student from the art department.

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Oh yeah that shit was freaky

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Carl

Mother Hen in jail:

I think Professor Answlm was also her guardian right? From what I've heard.

St. Germain's poison:

yeah he should, thankfully no one seems opposed to their relationship. the gap isn't too big and I heard he's only taken care of her for about two years.

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Answlm

Fiene:

For now, god knows what will happen if the news becomes widespread :copium:

St. Germain's poison:

Good lord like hell I have to deal with all those obnoxious minions :copium:

Mother Hen in Jail:

freaking typos leave us alone

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Would fight them

Mother Hen in jail:

The typos?

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

No??? Anyone who opposes their relationship duh

St. Germain's poison:

genuinely hope their relationship remains a secret. they need that peace

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I think she'd top tho look at her

Screw Wattpad fics this is the teacher x student relationship I want

Fiene:

REAL

pp:

Once the both of them came back, the initial closeness of their relationship became much more distant, and professor Anselm left the school for personal business. So I can only presume the reason was because of that art student.

ringo~x:

Your whole paragraph is off.

(:middle finger emoji: 2)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Uwaaaaa

｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I knew something happened between them but I was too scared to ask her

Mother Hen in Jail:

i just thought they had an argument. Ig???

little painter's tiniest fan:

It broke my heart to see her so sad uuuu...

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I do think she missed him a lot while he was away, I've looked at some of her paintings and so many of them looked...sad

little painter's tiniest fan:

I LOVE HER PAINTINGS ❤️❤️❤️

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

And when exactly did you start writing fics for them lmfao?

Fiene:

Oh yeah her paintings are rly good

pp:

But then I heard he would come back to visit occasionally, but I never saw him in school. One day as I was passing by, I noticed him walking her back home drenched with rain. So I'm assuming the both of them met up together, which proves they kept in contact.

There you happy with my sentence now ringo?

ringo~x:

Much better yes, thank you.

(:middle finger emoji: 1)

Mother Hen in jail:

THE IMPLICATIONS RARF WOOF BARKAJSBSJJAKAK

St. Germain's poison:

HELP I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SIMLAR

little painter's tiniest fan:

NEW FIC IDEA NEW FIC IDEA!!! (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn y'all horny

Fiene:

No one said anything about that you called yourself out

ringo~x:

What on earth has this devolved into? As far as I'm concerned none of that had any suggestive implications.

pp:

Yeah nothing happened calm down

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I think it's more like... they're using it as fuel. Though seriously guys chill

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh yes @coffeeisjustlegalcocaine, I started writing fics for her manga! I'm a Silver Knight x Maiden shipper! 🙇🏻‍♀️

But when I saw them irl, I knew I also had to write fics abt them. All with consent ofc! I asked them!

Fiene:

Huh

St. Germain's poison:

HELP YOU DID WHAT

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

HELOAPJQNSFGJSNAK?!?!?!?!?!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

even the smut???

ringo~x:

NSFW chat please, if you're delving into that topic.

Gyeol Won:

wtf did I walk into

Mother Hen in jail:

Like hell we are. Seriously tho they agreed???

little painter's tiniest fan:

Little painter agreed! She asked Professor Cael for permission too and he also agreed.

They asked me to send them the files!

Fiene:

...

Wow uh

St. Germain's poison:

HELPPPPPPPP AHAJHSHAJAKSKSKK

Fiene:

Did not expect that

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn maybe he bit of a freak inside huh

Mother Hen in Jail:

not surprised

for some reason

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I was thinking of something more along the lines of the fact that the little painter wanted to read them but okay

I guess we can say he's a freak too

St. Germain's poison:

srsly tho r u okay with telling us this?

(:side eye emoji: 3)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Its okay! I trust all of you ❤️

(:heart emoji: 8)

St. Germain's poison:

😭

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

lmfao where did pp go?

Fiene:

I think they got distracted by the conversation lmfao

Mother Hen in jail:

smh pathetic

pp:

Sometime after, I heard she got sick and stayed in a coma for three days, while Professor Anselm came back all the way to the academy to check on her! When the both of them met up again the air between them seemed more relaxed.

After that, I heard Juno talking about the little painter getting ready for White Day and sure enough, she left Harp Island on that day! Once she came back Professor Anselm started to come back to teach at Harp Island more often! I even visited one of his lectures and guess what? I read one of Lilian's articles and it said that he had grown much more softer ever since he came back. It must have been love!!!!!!!!!!

I also happen to see them going together on a date so....

St. Germain's poison:

btw can you drop some copies of your fics?

little painter's tiniest fan:

oki! gimme a sec

Fiene:

THEY WENT ON A DATE???

St. Germain's poison:

Oh yeah shit THEY WENT ON A DATE???

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

the delayed reaction lmfao

Mother Hen in jail:

Oh yeah I saw them in the movie theaters

Sickening couple in love they were this close to making out

ringo~x:

I'm assuming you're exaggerating. They should be in the initial stages of their relationship as far as anyone is concerned.

Mother Hen in jail:

so what?

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Throw them out it's making everyone else feel single blergh

St. Germain's poison:

UGH imagine if they held handssssssss

little painter's tiniest fan:

here is the link!

"tap link to open file"

St. Germain's poison:

Thank you! 🙏🏻

Mother Hen in jail:

Okay now I'm interested. What kind of fic is it?

little painter's tiniest fan:

It's a list! You can pick which one you're interested in and read!

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

ok ok going to read now

Fiene:

I still find it very funny how two irl people have fans like this. The shipping never stops

little painter's tiniest fan:

I'm one of the little painter's fans! And whenever I see her so happy with her lover, I can't help but want to write abt them!

Some of my fics are also based of irl events she told me!

Fiene:

...I feel like I'm learning a lot today. About professor Cale in particular

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Cale

Fiene:

Like uh...I'm assuming the smut ones are also based off irl events....?????

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn she really wants those fanfics

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh no no no all smut fics are my own imagination dw

Some wholesome ones are also my own imagination, only some of them are based off of them

Fiene:

Oooo, like what?

little painter's tiniest fan:

Like that one time they decided to wear traditional Japanese outfits! Little painter showed me photos and they looked so pretty!!!

AAAAA I LOVE HER SM .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Apparently they designed them together. And little painter had trouble with her obi so she asked him for help!

Her face was red the whole way through when she told me hehehe

Fiene:

Aw man, I'm kinda jealous on how close you are with her

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

shudders

I know I'm not

ringo~x:

Be glad.

pp:

So after all of that I realized that the both of them had started to spend more time together. Colour me shocked when I heard that Professor Carl would be joining us on our trip to Pettman Island.

After spying on them for awhile, it's actually very easy to see how in love they are with each other lol. They tried to hide it yes, but often times I'll see him look at her with a face full of longing. It almost hurts to look at him honestly, there's not much he can do to hide his true feelings. But he's gotten a lot better all the way until now!

So that concludes the initial stages of their relationship!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Carl

pp:

CAN YOU STOP THAT

little painter's tiniest fan:

They're so lovely aren't they!

Fiene:

Jealous and jealous. I wish I could have a relationship like theirs one day.

ringo~x:

You don't.

( ? 3)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Ok, will go back to writing fics now 👌🏻

St. Germain's poison:

no you will not get tf back here

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh no

Fiene:

LMFAO WHAT HAPPENED

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

🍿

St. Germain's poison:

gdtjfyjbvgzstfyktxtcyvhhk

im crying

Fiene:

HELP I THOUGHT YOU WERE READING SMUT????

St. Germain's poison:

I THOUGHT I WAS

BUT BUT BUT

IT WAS DEPRESSING AF

HE GOT- //dragged away sobbing and gagged

Fiene:

LMFAOWJNWJAJAJA

Mother Hen in jail:

Must have read something different lmfao I ate good

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Oh so I was the only one who read the sweet one okay I see

little painter's tiniest fan:

I sent them one recently and I think little painter also cried. After that she took him out on a date.

ringo~x:

Keep in mind that you do not bother Professor Anselm for this when you see him. Now all of you shoo. Classes start in about half an hour.

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

booo

Fiene:

Wishing them all the best in their relationship!

St. Germain's poison:

not fair I'm still sobbing over them uuuuu

i wish the Silver Knight and maiden a happy ending truly

[girlwiththeobsessions]

love sick c. f.

this book is also published on wattpad. same username

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

iii. bonfire

part 1 part 2 part 4

ME, JEREMIAH, AND STEVEN WALKED INTO THE BACKYARD, where we found belly and conrad at.

belly in the pool, and conrad sitting, his feet in the pool, with a cigarette.

"first bonfire of the summer!" jeremiah cheered.

jeremiah was always like this. the life of the party, he could get everyone in a good mood. one of my favorite traits about him

i rolled my eyes jokingly. "oh my god, shut up. you've been doing this for the past five minutes."

"alright, we're totally taking my car." steven told us, then turned to conrad. "come on, man, we're leaving."

"can i come too?" belly asked.

"uh, no." steven said. "the moms are getting everything set up for you."

"see ya." conrad said to belly, then got up. "let's go, slowpoke."

"have fun with the moms!" steven teased, causing me to hit his arm. "ow!"

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the bonfire was pretty boring, it was like every other party, one or more guys hitting on me, to which i turn them down, and everyone drinking. i always try not to get too drunk, i get a cup or two.

i turned to conrad and saw him making out with his new girlfriend, nicole. she seemed nice, i talked to her a few times.

all of a sudden though, i turned around to see belly on the ground, in the sand. and steven was right next to her.

"belly?" i asked, confused.

"i thought you hated the red sox." belly crossed her arms at conrad.

oh god belly, don't do this.

"who are you?" nicole asked, politely, but also confused, i don't blame her.

"who are you?" belly shot back, rudely.

"nicole. conrad and i went to the deb ball together last summer."

"it was after you guys left to take steven to look at colleges." conrad added.

she's pissed. i know it.

"i thought you said deb balls are bullshit, and all debs are sheep." belly glared at him.

"i didn't-" conrad stuttered, then scoffed. "you're such a brat."

i know this looked bad, but he wasn't always like this. he could be really sweet to belly, like all the time. but i guess this summer was different.

"well, you're an asshole!" belly almost yelled at him.

"belly!" jeremiah ran up to her with a grin. "you came!"

i decided since her and conrad we're done with their small argument, i'd walk up to her too.

"belly!" i hugged her. "what are you doing here?"

"taylor told me i should come." she moved some hair from her face.

"of course she did." i laughed a little.

"i'm about to take her home." steven told me, and jeremiah.

"what?" jeremiah asked, his mood shifting.

"yeah, we're leaving, are you kidding me?" steven grabbed belly's arm.

"okay, steven, chill out." i took his arm away from belly. "she's fifteen, almost sixteen. i think she's old enough to at least be here."

"come on, go hang out with shayla or something." jeremiah told steven.

"let's go." shayla gave steven a look.

"fine.." he looked at belly. "just stay here, and don't talk to anybody."

"oh my god, go away steven." i lightly shoved him away.

"fuck you!" belly yelled as steven walked away, with both middle fingers.

"wow!" jeremiah laughed. "for one, i'm really happy you're here."

"jeremiah!" a girl called.

"okay, i will be right back."

something was telling me that he wasn't coming back though. belly crossed her arms and i wrapped an arm around her, both of us going to sit down.

"flavia?" a guy walked up to us. "hi, it's me, sextus!"

what kind of name is that?

"what did you say to me?' belly asked in offense.

"no, no, no. sextus. from the seventh grade latin convention."

oh.

the boy sat down next to belly, they seemed to be hitting it off pretty well, which caused me to feel like a third wheel.

"yeah, i'm gonna get up and do.. anything else away from here." i bluntly said and got up to leave them alone, it was getting pretty cold, and i wanted to go home.

i go to a corner by myself and get another drink, watching as everyone had a good time, but me, being tired, and bored.

i looked over at conrad, making out with nicole. i had no idea when that happened, he never mentioned anything about that, but then, also, what do i really know about conrad now?

belly was still talking to cam, steven with shayla, and jeremiah with those girls.

i get my phone from my pocket, and call taylor.

she picked up the phone instantly. "hey, what's up? aren't you still at that bonfire?" she asked.

"it's boring." i told her. "all people are doing is drinking and making out. but belly's talking to a guy here. i don't know his name."

"oh?" she smirked. "she told us this summer would be different."

"yeah, she did."

i look up and hear arguing, i see jumper and conrad shoving each other, nicole trying to stop conrad.

"what's going on?" taylor asked, still on the call.

"conrad's probably gonna get into a fight. he's arguing with this guy and they're shoving each other i guess." i responded, looking at them pushing each other.

"you gonna stop him?" she asked.

"it's not my business." i took another sip of my drink, just wanting to leave.

belly ran up to the two, but got elbowed in the face and fell to the floor, which caused me to roll my eyes and sigh. "taylor, i'll call you back."

i go up to belly and the guy she was talking to helps her up, right after the cops came, and the sirens were loud, giving me a headache.

"cops!" someone yelled.

me, belly, and that boy ran to the car, i really wasn't looking forward to getting in trouble with the police.

jeremiah and conrad were right behind us, jeremiah supporting conrad, helping him into the backseat.

"get in the car." jeremiah ordered. "watch your head. legs, legs."

"yes, i know how to get into a car." conrad sassed.

"belly, let's go, get in." jeremiah told her, as i also got into the backseat.

"cam can give me a ride home." belly softly said, then looked at cam. "right, cam?"

"yes, that's no problem." cam said.

"no, you're not getting in the car with a guy you just met." jeremiah defended.

cam stuck out his hand for jeremiah to shake. "i'm cam! cameron."

"your name is cam cameron?" jeremiah sassed him.

"just cam." cam chuckled. "but we actually, we know each other. seventh grade latin convention. so, like, we're not total strangers."

jeremiah scoffed. "okay, no offense, but no. belly get in the car."

"just get in the car." conrad added in from the backseat.

i wanted to say yes to her going, but i didn't want any problems or a headache from conrad and jeremiah disagreeing with me.

belly talked to cam for a little bit, gave him a quick peck, and got into the car. i was proud.

we started driving off, but a few seconds later, jeremiah stopped the car. "fuck! steven!"

steven.. i forgot about him too. "uh, i'll go with you." belly offered.

"okay." jeremiah looked at me. "watch conrad. i'll be right back." i nodded my head.

i looked out the window, trying to mind my own business. i felt conrad lightly touch my hair, stroking my hair.

i wanted to tell him to stop, that he shouldn't be doing this. "your hair's like a little kids. the way it's always so messy."

i didn't know what to say. what was he doing?

suddenly, snapping me out of my trance, we hear a knock on the window, conrad lets go of my hair.

"you kids been drinking?" a cop asks.

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END OF CHAPTER

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

188. Electric Touch

For once in her life, she's not running late. In fact, there's a full hour until he's coming to pick her up, and she's almost completely ready. Her makeup is done. Her hair is perfect. She tried on five different dresses before settling on this one for their date.

Their date. She's going on a date with Lenny Bruce.

She exhales a shuddering breath and resists the urge to bite her lip; she doesn't want to ruin the lipstick she'd so painstakingly applied just right. She reaches into her jewelry box, pulling out her earrings and putting them on with slightly shaky hands.

She's tried to fall in love. And it has always fallen apart. She even thought it had fallen apart with Lenny after Carnegie. But then, just as she was leaving to try to find her way home in that blizzard, his hand had circled her wrist, somehow both tender and firm. And he just said, "Look, I'm sorry I yelled, but I care about you too much to let you fuck up your career."

She stared at him, trying to muster up indignation, anger with him, but he was giving her those sad puppy dog eyes, and she couldn't manage anything other than gratitude.

Because she knew he was right. She knows he was right.

He offered to sleep on the couch, and she'd rolled her eyes. "We're adults. We can share a bed." He looked nervous at that, but he nodded and gave her one of his shirts to sleep in.

They turned their backs to one another under the covers, and she remembers being unable to sleep for the longest time with him so close and yet so far away.

Eventually, though, she had drifted off to sleep and woken up facing the other way, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her.

"Huh," he murmured as he woke up as well. "This is..."

She waited for a moment for him to finish, and when he didn't, she swallowed nervously and then said, "Nice?"

He chuckled. "I was gonna say 'unexpected', but yeah...it's nice."

She gets up from her vanity and slips into her shoes before going out into the living room. The kids are with Joel, and her parents are at the theatre, so there's not even someone in the apartment to distract her at the moment.

Fortunately the phone rings, and she grabs it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"Jesus, you're fuckin' nervous," Susie grumbles on the other end.

She huffs at that. "I'm not nervous," she insists petulantly.

"Hey, you saw me stumbling over my words and forgetting who the fuck I was the first time I met him," Susie tells her, surprisingly comforting in this moment.

Midge furrows her brow. "Wow. You usually hate the guys I date. I expected you to fight this a hell of a lot more."

Susie scoffs. "Look, I'm not thrilled you're gonna date a comic, but at least this one's funny. You could do a hell of a lot worse than Lenny Bruce. Hell, you have done worse. You had kids with worse."

"My kids are great," Midge retorts.

"Yeah, are you sure they're Joel's?" Susie quips.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Midge squeaks.

Susie laughs in response. "I was fuckin' kidding, Midge! Shit."

The younger woman takes another deep breath and exhales slowly. "I know," she mutters. "I just...yeah, I'm really nervous. I really...I really want this to work," she admits, her voice quiet.

Susie groans. "Miriam, the guy's been in love with you for...well, basically forever. Just get your shit together. I don't think there's anything you could do to send him screaming into the night."

"Maybe show up in a wedding dress?" Midge asks.

"He'd just take you to fuckin' Atlantic City and call your bluff," Susie responds with a chuckle.

"Ah! Shit!"

Midge furrows her brow and looks toward the door. "What time is it?" She asks Susie.

"Uh, it's seven-thirty," Susie answers. "What, you don't have clocks in that fancy apartment?"

"He's not supposed to be here until eight!" Midge squeaks.

"Fuck, doesn't he know you're never on time?" Susie grumbles.

"I've been ready for thirty minutes."

There's silence on the other end. And then, "Fuck! You're already fucking in love with him!"

"Susie, I have to go," Midge says.

"You fuckin' f--"

She puts the phone down and smooths her dress before heading toward the door and opening it slowly, finding Lenny in the hallway, rubbing his knee with one hand and holding a bouquet of flowers in the other.

She tilts her head as she watches him, not yet aware of her presence, and she feels a wave of deep affection for him. "Chair jump out at you?" She asks with a grin.

His head snaps up at her, and he chuckles sheepishly. "Yeah, I haven't had the best luck with this building."

"Maybe I should move," she offers. "Wouldn't want to keep putting you in danger."

He grins and shakes his head. "Or maybe I should just stop pacing nervously because I was forty minutes early getting here." He looks down at the flowers in his hand before moving closer to her. He holds them out. "These are for you. Or your mother if I need to get on her good side," he jokes.

She grins and takes them, inhaling their scent. "They're beautiful, Lenny," she replies, opening the door wider and inviting him in. "So...forty minutes, huh?" She asks as he steps inside.

He shrugs, giving her a sheepish smile.

She heads toward the kitchen, inviting him to follow. "I'm usually ten minutes late for everything," she tells him as she pulls out a vase and fills it with water. "Tonight I was ready an hour early."

His anxiety seems to fade a bit, and he breathes, "Yeah?"

She nods. "Yeah."

He moves toward her then, and once she puts the flowers in the water, he reaches out and brushes a tendril of hair away from her eyes. He cups her cheek in his hand and gazes down at her for a moment before closing the distance and kissing her gently.

She melts immediately, the remainder of her nerves fading, and she wraps her fingers around the lapels of his jacket.

It's a long moment before he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against hers. "Hungry?" He asks. "I made a reservation like a responsible adult."

"Will you steal my food again?" She teases.

"You did say you love that," he replies, laughing quietly.

She smiles and nods, letting him take her hand and lead her toward the door, where she grabs her purse. As they head for the elevator, she thinks that this could either break her heart or bring it back to life.

She has a pretty good feeling it'll be the latter.

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: 9

DP x DC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Siblings AU

Ao3

Masterpost Previous Next

Dani: Yo, what's with the massive group chat I just got dropped into?

Dani: I'm assuming you guys have to do with this

Tucker: ....did... did we forget to send you Danny’s new number? 

Dani: he has a NEW one? I just swapped his contact information like 2 weeks ago 

Tucker: it's actually the same number just backwards... present from the Backwards Day Ghost 

Dani: WOW

Tucker: it was miserable 

Dani: I'm sure

Dani: so about the group chat?

Tucker: Danny met his bio-sibling and he had a fraid too, so idk its like fraid inlaws or something? 

Dani: Bio-sibling? Danny's adopted? 

Tucker:Shouldn't you know this?

Dani: Why would I?

Tucker: You're his cousin....

Dani: Oh... I forgot I told you guys that...  

Tucker: ?

Dani: I'm his clone

Tucker: this is gonna be a wild story isn't it

* Dani started a call that lasted 31 minutes *

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Jazz: Danny why did you just put me in a group chat with like 25 people in it?

Danny: Sibling groupchat 

Jazz: What? 

Jazz: Danny, I'm going to need a bit more explanation than that. 

Jazz: you didn't get cloned again?

Jazz: Did you???

Jazz: Danny?

* 1 missed call from Jazz *

* 2 missed calls from Jazz *

* 3 missed calls from Jazz *

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Jazz: please tell me Danny lost his phone again and isn't in some kind of trouble. 

Tucker: Oh, it's in his bag... he's out rn...

Jazz: out where?

Jazz: I thought this was supposed to be a 'laying low' vacation? 

Sam: that was before he met his brother 

Jazz: his brother? 

Tucker: yeah! Apparently he's related to the Batman!

Jazz: you left him alone with his brother 

Sam: Yeah...?

Jazz: the brother that killed him?

* multiple people are typing *

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So yeah, Danny was officially tasting emotions now. He realized as Damian looked him over. The flour-y taste of concern was replaced with a salty-savory pride as he confirmed that, no, Danny hadn't been shot. (Well, he would've been, if he hadn't decided to not be tangible.) Then Bio-dad dropped down, mugger dude gave off another milk-sour wave of fear. Then Bio-dad saw the gun and huh, he didn't think describe how disappointment tasted with human words. But maybe he should be focusing less on what flavors most accurately described his stupid new empath ability and focus more on the situation at hand.

Together Dami and Bio-dad explained the normal process of cuffing criminals in obvious places so the police can find them. It was simple, didn't really require Danny to do anything, so he disassembled the weapon while he listened. Which he probably shouldn't have done, because now he was being asked to hand it over as evidence...

"Uh..." Danny fished the larger pieces back out of his pocket, but their was a lot of little ones, because he might've phased the screws out to take apart the fun little inner bits and he ended up dropping tiny metal parts all over the sidewalk. 

There was a beat of silence, then Damian clicked his tongue with a little "Tt," and Danny flushed. 

"Sorry..." Danny started.

"It's fine," the Bat said. Amusement, it turned out, tasted like raspberries.

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Notes

Danny, holding a deadly weapon: "is this a fidget toy?"

Somebody told me once that they didn't see any Canon evidence that Sam and Tucker knew Dani was a clone. And like, their lives are so crazy that peice of information falling into a crack, sure. Where did Danny's concerned about vlad cloning people came from. Like they didn't question it, vlad is weird. They could see him doing it... oh... he did do it? That makes more sense than a sudden semi rational fear.

Also Batman has absolutely noticed some weird things about Danny. But he also knows that Danny has "a weird conglomeration" of Lazarus put side effects, and that Danny said "mood" about being in other dimensions. It might be ooc for him to be patient with answers, but he's in my story so he's gotta play by my rules.

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[likedovesinthewindd]

I just read "a sunny day" and I was really delighted, could there be a second part? 💗🙏

thank you sm this took me too long im so sorry i was stumped trying to get this going and schools beating my ass, but here you go hope you like🩷

part one's here

a Sunny day pt. 2

steve harrington x mom!reader

summary: steve finally gets that date

warning: mentions of pregnancy, if you see anything else pls lemme know

wc: ±2820

a/n: not (fully) proofread

Steve's nerves were through the roof as he stood in front of your apartment door. His left hand has been in a knocking position for over five minutes now, and the right held on tightly to a bouquet of roses. He didn't want to ask you what your favorite color of roses would be because he didn't want to ruin the suprise, so he asked the man who worked at the small florist shop what color would work best for impressing a girl. The man silently threw together a few different batches and after a few moments handed steve a beautiful bouquet consisting of white and diffrent shades of pink, prettily wrapped in pink cellophane paper.

He took a moment to look down at his outfit; a light blue polo tucked neatly into his jeans and a pair of Reebocks. He took his hand, nervously straightening out the nonexistent wrinkles on the material of his shirt before scraping together all his courage and knocking on your door softly. After a few moments you opened the door, and when he saw you his jaw nearly fell to the floor.

You looked so pretty, he thought, with a sage green sundress and a pair of white kitten heel sandals. Your hair was clipped to the back of your head, with a few loose pieces framing your face.

"Hi," you said smiling at him, "you look cute."

And you look absolutely breathtaking he wanted to say, but the nerves caused the words to get stuck in his throat. He swallowed thickly before stuttering out, "Thank you. You look- you look...wow." You couldn't help but giggle at his nervous demeanor, your eyes falling to the beautiful bouquet in his hands. "Oh, uh these are for you," he said handing it to you with shaky hands.

"They're so pretty, thank you so much Steve," you said taking the flowers from him and almost immediately bringing them up to your nose. Steve could swear you were an angel with the way you said his name.

"Do you mind coming in for a minute?" you asked opening the door wider and stepping aside from the entrance to make room for Steve. "I know you said four but I just need to finish dressing Sunny, she was a bit cranky this afternoon so I let her nap a little longer than usual. It'll only be five minutes I promise," you rambled, looking through the kitchen cupboards for a vase. "It's no problem, we have the whole night," he said. You turned around to face him, a big glass vase in one hand and your flowers in the other.

"Thank you," you said, "do you mind quickly filling this up with water? I just wanna go finish with Sunny." "Oh yeah sure, give it to me," Steve said taking the vase and flowers from you. You gave him a appreciative nod before scurrying off to the bedroom to finish dressing your daughter.

As Steve stood by the sink he got the chance to look around a little. The apartment was small but cozy. You had managed to make it feel very homey and comfortable. The apartment had one bedroom and a bathroom, and the kitchen and living area sort of merged together. In the living area there was small couch, next to it a big pink beanbag chair, and a TV that stood on the carpeted floor. In the middle stood a small coffee table with a stick of insence burning, giving the apartment a calming vanilla scent.

When the vase was filled with water, he carefully removed the paper from the flowers and placed them inside. The fridge in the kitchen caught his attention. There were various drawings from Sunny stuck to the door of the fridge with fruit-shaped magnets. They were a bit difficult to make out, most of them just looking like inconsistent crayon scrabbles. The biggest picture on the fridge he could make out; two smiling pink stick figures drawn messily surrounded by deeply pressed-in circles of various colours. On the bottom of the page stood "family" written neatly by you.

Just when he was contemplating asking how far you were, you emerged from the bedroom, with Sunny soon following after. Steve couldn't help but smile when he saw how cute she looked, wearing a baby blue dress with pink stockings underneath. Her hair was done much more neater than the last time he saw her; two braided ponytails with ribbons tied onto the end of each braid. Sunny smiled when she recognized Steve, who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"Say hi to Steve, sweetheart," you urged your daughter on, while you quickly put out the insence and searched for your purse. "Hi Steve," she said shyly, clinging to her mother as she put her purse over her shoulder and Sunny's jacket over her arm. "Hi Sunny," he greated back the little girl, who was no longer interested in him, but in the vase of flowers that stood on the kitchen table.

"Okay, I've got everything, we can go now," you said smiling at Steve.

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Steve took you and Sunny out to a nice restaurant where he had urged both of you to buy whatever you wanted. You got a headache just looking at the prices of everything on the menu, but as soon as you opened your mouth to object he interrupted you. "I wanted to take you out," he said, "so it's only right I treat you nice. Please don't worry about the prices or anything, just enjoy yourself."

And that's exactly what you did. After a thoroughly enjoyed dinner he took you out to get ice-cream, just like he had promised Sunny. You kindly refused, too stuffed from the heavy dinner, but Sunny fully indulged, buying a three scoop ice-cream with a sugar cone and finished off with sprinkles. You were a bit scared that all that sugar was going to keep her up all night, but you decided to let it slide when you saw how happy she was.

And now the three of you were taking a walk in the park. Your were holding the heels you had worn in your one hand, the other holding on to your daughter's much smaller hand. After wearing sneakers or flats for so long, your feet still had to get used to even kitten heels, plus the small straps of the sandal were starting to hurt your feet.

The park was wonderful this time of day, when most people had already gone home, so it felt like you had it all to yourself. You and Steve talked the whole way through, about anything and everything.

He learned a lot of things about you. He finally learned your name, for once. He learned that you're not from Hawkins, and that you moved here after graduating high school. He learned that you worked as a household worker and as a waitress at a dive bar some nights too. He also learned that you loved baking and that you know how to say the alphabet backwards and that you couldn't stand it when people burped without saying "excuse me."

He could listen to you talk for hours, he was totally and utterly entranced by you. After all the crazy shit he'd seen and been through, it felt so good to have a bit of calm in the shape of you.

When you passed the playground, Sunny, who was too preoccupied with her giant ice cream, tugged on your dress to try and get your attention. "Mommy can I go play on the playground, please?" she asked looking up at you with big puppy eyes; the ones she knew you could never say no to. "You don't mind do you?" you asked looking to Steve, who scoffed. "Of course not," he said. Soon Sunny was dragging you towards the swingset.

She handed you here half melted ice-cream and sauntered over towards the swings, that were definitely meant for children a bit older than her. Steve decided to help her out a bit, lifting her up on the swing seat and pushing her, laughing at the way she would giggle and her little legs would swing back and forth frantically whenever he pushed her a bit higher.

She did this with every other object in the playground, asking Steve to either push her of something or lift her up to somewhere. You couldn't help but laugh when she had somehow convinced him to run around the roundabout a few times to get it turning. She played like this to her little heart's content, and until she was practically worn out.

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When Steve's car stopped in front of the Motel, you turned around in your seat, to find Sunny buckled up tightly and fast assleep. When you turned back to Steve, you found him already looking at you with admiration-filled eyes and a dopey smile. The light from the Motel's cheap sign shined directly on him, covering him in a bright purple hue.

"We had so much fun tonight, Steve. Thank you so much," you said smiling at him. There you go again he thought, saying his name like that. Like he was the only guy in the world. "I'm glad you had fun," he said before once scraping together the courage to ask, "so uh, you think we could, you know, do this again some time again?"

You pretended to think it over before quietly saying, "Id really like that."

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Steve helped you by carrying a still-sleeping Sunny up the steel stairs to your apartment. You unlocked the door and led him to your bedroom. When you opened the door, the first thing he noticed were the strings that hung from the ceiling, multiple colored stars hanging from each one.

You took Sunny from his arms and carefully placed her on the bed, taking off her shoes. As you were busy, Steve's attention fell to the small wooden vanity on the other side of the room. On the table stood three small ceramic figurines. Two of them were small fairies, one sitting upright on a mushroom and the other hanging lazily off a tree branch. The third figurine was of a mermaid posing on a rock, her hair cascading off her back.

The table was also littered with a bunch of framed photos of you and your daughter. One was of you in hospital, smiling tiredly at the camers with a newborn Sunny in your arms, wrapped in a thick blanket. Another one was of a still pregnant you, showing off your very prominent baby bump. You were at the beach, sitting on a big towel in a sundress with a floppy sun hat and a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose.

Another photo looked as if it were taken quite recently. He picked it up to give it a better look. It was of you and Sunny wearing matching Christmas hats, Sunny in a green and red onesie with her arms wrapped tightly around your neck. He smiled at your content expression.

By now you had quietly joined him standing by the vanity, also smiling at the memory of last Christmas, when you and Sunny had visited your mother.

"I tried to make this room more hers than I did mine," you said quietly, "hence all the decorations and figurines and stuff."

"Thats very nice of you," Steve said turning to you and smiling. "You're a really good mom to her," he added after a few moments. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing a good job," you said looking back at Sunny sleeping soundly. You refused to make eye contact again, rather looking down at your feet. This caused Steve to frown. "I don't think that's true at all," he said quietly, "Sunny's such a sweet girl, much nicer than any other three year old I've met I'll tellya that." This made you laugh a little. "She's as kind and as sweet as she is because you raise her well. You take good care of her and you give her as much as you possibly can under the circumstances. She's going to grow up one day and thank you for that because you're a good mom."

When you finally decided up at him again, he was staring at you like you were God's greatest gift to man. You couldn't help but feel as such too, your stomach churning nervously and your cheeks feeling hot from all the attention. "Would you like to stay for some tea? I made gingerbread," you said trying to break the silence after realizing you had just been staring at him.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

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As you and Steve sat on the couch facing each other, each with a cup of semi-cold tea, he couldn't help but admire you for the millionth time that night. You were talking about something embarrassing that had happened to you in high school, and Steve was trying to listen, but he was too focused on how you moved your hands when you got excited about something, or how you furrowed your brows and bit your lip when trying to remember something, or how beautiful your smile is. Oh how incredibly beautiful he found your smile. He felt like the best man in the world every time he managed to make you smille.

"Shit, after that, I absolutely despised gym class," you said laughing quietly, as to not wake up Sunny. Steve smiled at how pretty you looked when you laughed. It's unfair that anyone could look that pretty just existing he thought.

After a few moments of comfortable silence and the sound of the TV softly playing some old movie in the background, you spoke up again. "You know," you started, "Sunny's real name is actually Selene, like in mythology." "Yeah?" Steve said, "that's a beautiful name."

"Thank you. It's ironic actually because Selene is like the god of moonlight, now we end up calling her Sunny all the time," you said laughing, "My mom was the one who started calling her Sunshine, because she was always such a happy baby. Even now she doesn't even cry unless she's really upset you know? She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." You smiled, placing your empty tea cup on the coffee table.

"I was serious about what I said y'know? I really do believe you're a great mom to her," Steve said. "Thanks," you smiled, unshed tears lining your eyes. "Its getting late big guy, I think it's time to get going before it gets too dark," you said, trying to stop yourself from crying, giving his knee a playful slap as you stood up from the couch.

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As Steve stood in front of your door once again that night, you couldn't help the sinking feeling forming in your stomach. You didn't want the night to end; you still wanted to talk to Steve and get to know him and laugh at his stupid jokes. But the possibility of a second date caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach, thinking about getting to see him again.

"So, I'll see you soon, yeah?," you said smiling up at him. You couldn't even remember the last time you smiled this much. "Yeah, real soon," he said.

For a few seconds you two just stood in silence, neither wanting to be the first to give the parting word. You moved a little closer to him, testing the water, and when you saw him moving closer as well you decided to give in, and leaned in, gently placing your lips over his. A few seconds into the kiss Steve's mind finally caught up with him, and he kissed you back, placing his one hand on your cheek and the other on your lower back.

After you pulled away, Steve's eyes were still closed tightly. You laughed at his theatrics, lighty slapping his shoulder. When he reopened his eyes, he instantly wished he had kept them closed, because the look you were giving him was making his knees feel like jello.

"Goodnight Steve," you said walking to your door, turning around one last time before opening it, "I'll call you tomorrow at work, alright?"

"I'll be waiting," Steve said, "Goodnight, and be safe alright? Both of you." "Of course," you smiled, opening your door, giving him a small wave before closing it. When you closed your door, you couldn't help but jump around frantically, placing your hands over your rapidly beating heart. You couldn't wait to talk to him tomorrow.

Steve himself had to take a moment to calm himself down as he sat in his car, the window rolled all the way down just so that he could get some fresh air. He looked up at where your apartment was, and a huge grin broke out on his face, his stomach doing somersaults. Tomorrow couldn't come any sooner.

[star-vibing-prompts]

Random quotes from different Fandoms as prompts.

Yes you can use these. Yes you can change the pronouns. Also NOTE: None of these are in particular order.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, swearing, a very long post, and maybe yandere stuff??

"I hope he didn't care about that pizza..."

"[Name], have you seen [Name] this morning?" "Yeap. He's hanging out with some weirdo. I think he's trying to vaporize [Name]."

"[Name], I blame YOU for this." "Eh, that's fair."

"Also, I cleaned up your awful, awful mess. You’re welcome." "You did WHAT?! I have a system!"

"I never asked for it to be this way. I never asked to be made!"

"Admit it. I'm just an embarrassment to you!"

"I'm not gonna let you stand there and remind me of everything I hate about myself!"

"How will StarClan come back if we keep breaking the code?"

"I really-really-like you. I've always felt that we might be mates one someday. And now that I'm a warrior, maybe this is the time for us to start thinking of each other in a new way?" "I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt like this, [Name]. I like you a lot, but I always thought of you as a friend-a really good friend, almost like another littermate. I've never felt...that way about you." "But now that you know how I feel...do you think that in time, [Name] you might feel the same way?" "I don't think so. Actually I...I like another cat. I'm so sorry, [Name]."

"Wow, [Name]. I know your thing is honesty, but come on!"

"No disrespect ma'am, but there's a big difference between pushing yourself as hard as you can, and just being reckless. And if being reckless is what gets rewarded around here, if that's what it means to be a Wonderbolt, then I don't want any part of it."

"Hey, now wait a minute! Just because I don't have a pet now doesn't mean I never want a pet!"

"Oh, that's my new toy. Pretty, isn't she? I bet I'm the only queen with my very own RainWing."

"Now really, this is getting insulting. You're in my territory. Apparently you're living under my mountain. I am only the most important dragon for hundreds of miles. How dare you not recognize me?"

"It doesn't matter what Earth is like, it's not going to be like anything soon!"

"Don't you Gems have anything better to do than annoy me?"

"Ohh, I adore these fantasies! They have the best fashions."

"Wait! I-I wouldn't have called just to waste your time with a report."

"Just being on a ship with [Name] made me tired."

"So am I gonna have to wear a star? Where am I gonna put the star?!"

"It'll be better this time. I've changed. You've changed me. I'm the only one who can handle your kind of power."

"You can't lie to me. I've seen what you're capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you... you're a monster."

"There's always someone to fight! There's just no one left worth fighting..."

"Uh, that was way more explosive than I expected."

"Someone ordered some noodles?"

"Yeah. I was about to take my break. So..."

"To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?"

"Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore? Aw, well shucks."

"OH MY GOD! My drugs! Damn it!"

"W-well I-I just wanted to look a little nicer for you. This is our first real date after all."

"I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry for…everything…happening right now. I know it's…a lot. I, uh-- I should have listened."

"We're rich and we are hot. People want our money AND our bodies! Speak for yourself, princess."

"I swear… If you go near her I will destroy you!"

"I don't care what your arrogant brother thinks!"

"That. Was the sound…OF A FUCKING DIVORCE!"

"My hair is ruined!"

"My face. My face! MY FACE! GIVE ME BACK MY EYES!"

"I bet you don't even HAVE friends..."

"Your fans are watching you right now. I know."

"What's that supposed to mean, you got a problem or somethin', sour cream? Don't fuck with me!"

"Alright shit talker, but there hasn't been a soul yet who can beat me at my own game. So you better bring the fire baby!"

"Could've just used the door, dude. Doesn't need to be this whole thing."

"Do you think they saw me? Fuck! I did my make-up shitty today!"

"Oh, what does it matter?! You’re not my real dad, I was almost eighteen!"

"Totally. But since then, you've had me teaching you. You're stronger now. Don't you feel stronger?"

"I found out where it lives."

"I've won. You can all see that. We can end this now, without killing anyone. I ask you all to let him live!"

"He's just a human! He isn't a threat at all! He's not one of them!"

"I just want to go home."

"You don't understand! Just leave me alone."

"Slow down, kiddo. This is the thanks I get for checking in on my favorite student?"

"Unloaded all your secret insecurities on me! I know! But hey, no shame in that, man. Sometimes you just gotta talk it out, y'know? I don't really do it. Maybe I should. But we'd be here all day so..."

"Totally. But since then, you've had me teaching you. You're stronger now. Don't you feel stronger?"

"What we had wasn't healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!"

"I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!"

"[Name], you can still wear the hat, if you want." "Thanks, but I'm not putting that on my body."

"It was an endless, crushing darkness. Wet and bleak and suffocating. Water was the tomb I lived in for those months."

"You do realize that I spent the last few months trapped under the ocean, right?"

"For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they're not. No matter where I go, I'm trapped."

"I'm done being everyone's prisoner! Now you're MY prisoner! And I'm never letting you go!"

"Let's stay on this miserable planet, together!"

"Spoiler alert, the butter is spoiled."

"Sorry I fucked your husband."

"The FUCK is "insurance"?"

"It's only just come into existence, and it already doesn't like us."

"He can be a real sweetheart once you get to know him."

"We knew for sure you would prevail."

"I'm the monster."

"You're... going to LOVE ME!"

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, how about a game?"

"A baby dragon! Oh, I've never seen a baby dragon before. He's so cute."

"[Name], I think our work here is done." "Put your clothes on, [Name]."

"I just want everyone to know: my plan would have also worked."

"All that matters is that [Name] is happy."

"What's in these things?"

"That's not my baby!"

“If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I’d probably be a bit irritable at night, too.”

“I’m still here. I will put you back together."

[riacte]

ok i'm gonna put down the hermitgals precure au martyn plot c (he's a pathetic lil fairy hopelessly devoted to ren):

it's a normal day. false is outside holding onto something ren loaned her / temporarily gave to her for safekeeping (like his diamond glasses or something). she's suddenly attacked by this very angry small... thing with a tattered red scarf around him. false gasps and attacks back. she thinks this new creature is one of the bad guys. meanwhile the creatures bites her and dramatically declares "get your hands off milord's things!!!! >.<"

false blinks and goes "wow i only know one other person who speaks like that... do you know king ren?". the creature looks at her like "do YOU know king ren??". both of them are very shifty and distrustful of each other.

it doesn't help when cleo comes in and recognises the creature with a scandalised gasp. it turns out that's martyn, a fairy not from the hermit kingdom, but a wanderer fairy who has no real home. cleo grabs martyn and starts shaking him furiously.

cleo: how DARE you show up!! after all that you've done!!

martyn: EXCUSE YOU??

false: uh. do you guys. know each other?

false senses cleo and martyn have some beef, but considering cleo isn't transforming and beating martyn to a pulp, martyn isn't really evil, just annoying. martyn claims to know ren and asks to see him. false goes back to speak to ren, leaving cleo and martyn to sort out their beef.

one year ago, when cleo was fighting alone, she bumped into the wanderer fairy martyn. he offered help, but ended up (accidentally) hurting cleo instead while they were in a fight. like maybe he pushed them off a bridge or something. and since cleo eventually ended up being defeated, she holds a big grudge.

meanwhile, false goes to stress' house (where the mascots are) and says, "so uh ren, there's this weird guy martyn who wants to see you? he also BIT me so something's CLEARLY wrong with him". ren's eyes instantly light up and starts recounting his story with martyn.

before the fall of the hermit kingdom, before cleo, martyn was a lonely wanderer who somehow found himself inside the hermit kingdom. he wasn't a hermit, so he didn't feel like he belonged, but the then-prince ren saw him and picked him by the scruff of his neck. people didn't trust martyn because he was an individualistic survivalist gaslighting backstabber, but ren showed him kindness and life. slowly, martyn grew less wary of ren and the hermit kingdom. even when those around ren told him to stay away from martyn, he never did. as a result, martyn ended up catastrophically devoted to ren.

martyn was always away carrying out errands and exploring the world, and on one of those instances, the hermit kingdom was attacked. ren and iskall were forced to flee, and ren never saw martyn again. at that, ren looks very sad. iskall has his own thoughts about the martyn situation, but keeps them to himself.

false: yeah that's sad... but he still bit me :/

ren goes >.> and decides to take responsibility for martyn and heals false's wound. it's at this exact time that cleo and martyn enter. martyn, the jealous freak, the clowniest clown, gets jealous over false. but in the end his crazy devotion triumphs over everything and he runs towards ren screaming "MY LORDDDDDDD".

insert martyn's ten minute dramatic speech about how he went to the four corners of the world and found nothing but walls, corners, edges, and how he's been searching for king ren ever since, he's lost purpose without ren, he's an unguided hand, his soul shattered when he thought ren died, he still wears his red banner to keep ren close to him, how no one ever responded to his missing dog posters, and how he would follow ren to the ends of the earth.

iskall is standing here like 🤨HALLO??? i'm the king's guard, thank you very much. you're just a guest in the hermit kingdom! ahem! how dare you call yourself hand! what an omega loser. 🤨 now fuck off-mega.

cleo chimes in like 🤨 martyn, you made everything worse! you may have had good intentions, but you just can't seem to be committed to them. you were such an asshole to me. please leave.

false, who is mostly unaffected but joins in for shits and giggles, goes 🤨 you bit me and that's rude.

stress doesn't have anything personal but she's like 🤨 you hurt my friends and my friends don't like you so you seem like an ABSOLUTE GEEZER 😡

a sniffing martyn tells his backstory. while martyn was out there wandering, he received news that the hermit kingdom was attacked and ren was gone. without ren, martyn felt like he wasn't welcomed in the hermit kingdom. he genuinely thought ren was dead, he was very depressed, until he heard news otherwise. he then went on a mad hunt for ren until he saw false, and thought she'd kidnapped ren because she was holding something that belonged to ren.

ren, who is completely oblivious to martyn's jealousy: 🥺 falsie would never kidnap me! in fact, she's always saving me! <3 RD

false: 😏 😌 yeah i'm always saving his royal highness from monsters. it's my full time job 😏

and then martyn realises while his one and only is ren, ren has so many people he cares about. ren is martyn's only king, but martyn isn't ren's only warrior. he gets upset about this and maybe starts sprouting sad poetry tumblr style. but ren holds his hand and goes <3 you're special to me martyn <3 RD and martyn goes 🥺 i love you milord.

iskall: 🙄 oh for FUCK's sake-mega.

anyways monster of the day comes and martyn makes it up to cleo by finally being useful. they still hate each other. iskall is judging martyn intensely. martyn and false send each other bombastic side eyes. stress is very ^_^ but also "if you hurt my friends i will MURDERRRR you! <3 <3". outside of ren, martyn doesn't feel very welcomed.

in the end, a sad soggy martyn says he's going to wander again and he wishes the best for king ren. ren goes <3 luck be with you hand! please come back when i reform my kingdom, my palace will always have a place for you! <3 RD.

everyone else starts to feel bad and apologies for being mean to him, but martyn says "i'm a wanderer by nature, i can't help it." he agrees to be the gang's scout and bring them back information.

martyn and cleo continue to have beef. iskall continues to be jealous of martyn. martyn continues to be jealous of false. ren and martyn continue whatever the fuck they have.

but in the end, cleo martyn iskall false come to a truce and the real victim becomes ren's ego <3

[andiwriteordie]

hi andi ok so I was having hadestown byler thoughts again and first of all. whenever I imagined the "death" I figured it would either be an actual death or it would just be will going to the upsidedown bc obviously mike doing everything in his power to get will back from the upsidedown mirrors the orpheus and eurydice thing. but then uh thought about that smoosnoom post with the eurydice quote and the fact that it's put over pictures of possessed will, when he's losing himself and his memories, WHICH IS ANALAGOUS TO HOW DEAD SOULS IN GREEK MYTH SWIM IN THE RIVER LETHE AND LOSE THEIR MEMORIES. so now, is eurydice will dead? in the upsidedown? possessed again? all of the above? idk but the potential just gets cooler the longer I think about it and I had to let you know. anyway slightly different topic but still hadestown byler though, idk what would happen with hades and persephone plotline aksjddkfk. like I generally say "orpheus and eurydice byler" instead of "hadestown byler" unless I'm trying to be quick about it bc hadestown has a very specific interpretation of the characters that I feel doesn't always map perfectly onto byler (for example. personality types don't line up) and I'm more interested in a byler version of the myth itself inspired from any or all iterations of it and not just specifically a hadestown au. but even if you take out the hadestown interpretation of hades and persephone I still don't really know what you do with that. bc the obvious answer for hades here would be henry except a. who is the persephone?? and b. henry doesn't seem like a very sympathetic person anymore, if he ever was, and a big part of the story is that hades sympathizes with the young lovers. like yeah the myth says it's persephone who feels sorry for them and convinces her husband, but a. that still means he's got some modicum of empathy and shit, and b. hades himself is only unwilling to let them leave bc it sets a precedent for letting everyone else leave. not bc he just wants to keep eurydice around. which again is definitely different from henry. so yeah idk what to do there. I'm sorry I just realized how long this ask is I am very long winded

alright rori, let's do this. setting a timer of 45 minutes for myself because like always, i have way too much to say but also i gotta prep a fic to get posted tomorrow LOL.

okay, so like i think i mentioned answering one or two of your other asks, i saw this a couple days ago and didn't have the energy to answer it yet, but i have been thinking about how i'd answer it. and now i know how i'm gonna answer it lol.

first, i'll say, i think your point of this is that there's a difference between solely orpheus/eurydice byler and then hadestown byler because obviously hadestown is more niche and interprets the myth slightly differently. so i'll talk about orpheus/eurydice byler first, then i'll talk about my thoughts on hadestown byler.

my thing is: byler is just orpheus/eurydice coded in general, as we all well know. and i think the more i thought about this, the more i realized that the show itself (at least the byler part of it) can be viewed as its own retelling an interpretation of the orpheus/eurydice myth, just (hopefully) without the tragic ending.

i mean it's right there in front of us in s1, right? we see eurydice/will being taken into this story's version of the underworld—the upside down. then orpheus/mike spends the entire first season trying to get him back. it's missing that obvious point of the "hey, don't turn around when he follows you out, because you'll lose him" but i'll come back to that in a second.

then, in s2, yes! i love what you're saying about how in greek myths, the river lethe leads the deceased person to lose their memories. so that really then is like will's possession, and so, wow. we again are put into this instance where our orpheus has to go after his eurydice and get him back. mike reminds will of who he is and of the love they share between each other.

but still, we're missing the deal orpheus strikes with hades, and its tragic end. except... maybe we're not?

because in both s1 and s2, we see that the way stranger things has its orpheus make it the underworld to save its eurydice is through a new character—through el. in both seasons, it's that friendship mike forges with el that in the end leads to will's rescue. this is more of a stretch than the way byler fits into their orpheus/eurydice roles, but in a way, mike's relationship with el kind of represents that journey out of the underworld and the tragedy the myth ends with.

mike "saves" will in a sense, but also... he loses will too. the key in orpheus and eurydice's demise is the doubt orpheus begins to feel, right? he wonders if he's been tricked, and he makes the fatal mistake of looking behind him, dooming eurydice to her demise and ending the story in a tragedy.

this, in a more metaphorical sense, could be compared to how in s3/s4 we begin to see mike's own self doubt, the decline in his mental health, how he shuts down, and hides behind his relationship with el. mike's looking behind him—his mistake that causes him to lose will—is something he says himself in s4: that he was worrying too much about el and lost will in the process. so, like in the original myth of orpheus and eurydice, it's the very movement and action that are meant to save eurydice that doom the two lovers. with mike and will, it's the very person who saved will and brought him back to mike twice who ultimately then comes in between them.

(btw, it's not el's fault, obvs. she's not really included in this metaphor/comparison because she doesn't really fit into the myth in a sense, but you know i love my girl and this whole mess isn't her fault either lol. there's probably something there that could be talked about with how el represents the "path out of the underworld" that st's hades aka vecna/henry/one offers to our orpheus. something that would dive more into the messy history of el and henry and the mentoring role he sort of played in her life until they broke off and like. nearly killed each other. but again, that's just an aside.)

anyways, where we then converge from the orpheus/eurydice myth is that when orpheus loses eurydice, he can never get the chance to get her back again. the story ends, and eurydice is dead. orpheus is alone. but as we all see at the end of s4, we see our orpheus and eurydice get a second chance. maybe mike did feel like he lost will because of his relationship with el. he did "turn around" in a sense. but by the ending scene in the cabin, i believe mike knows his priorities again. he makes that promise to will that they'll figure out how to defeat vecna together. they'll stop him together. so if this can be read as an orpheus/eurydice retelling, the ending will be different for them. :)

okay, now on to my hadestown thoughts!

these are all just my personal thoughts about how i might go about writing a hadestown byler fic, because i think for it to be an au of sorts, i'd want to have it set in that little world hadestown has built. as i just rambled about above, i think st's canon can almost be read as an orpheus/eurydice retelling itself, so if i wanted to write about it and dig deeper into the myth, this is the interpretation i personally would go with because i just love hadestown lol.

i mean, you know me and how i write rori, so i'd end up pulling bits and pieces i like from the material and then tweaking as i go. so if i ever wrote this, it would be hadestown (kind of), stranger things (kind of), and orpheus/eurydice (kind of) lol. first off, i like the hadestown setting. i like the concept of it not quite being a death, i like the way it frames a world that is struggling because of others' greed, and i like that within it, there's also a political statement showing how there's power in people standing up against oppressors.

we know that the demeanors of the orpheus/eurydice in hadestown don't line up to mike and will's characters. but what i like about hadestown is that eurydice gets a lot more agency in the story here. she makes that decision to go to hadestown, and unfortunately, it's made in desperation and also fear. but then, when we meet them again in the second act, we see that eurydice is also the primary encourager to orpheus. that they can make it out of here. that she believes in him to show her the way out. that they'll do this together, and that they will lead others with them.

so imagining with mike and will, for me, it'd end up being some sort of cross between their st backstories and the hadestown backstories (so maybe they grow up as childhood friends still, but then they fall in love with each other). established byler my beloved <3 we see mike get stuck in his head and hyper-focused, as he is prone to do, and we see this impact their relationship during hard times in the winter. it makes sense with their canon socioeconomic backgrounds, right? will is more focused on what's in front of them. they have to eat. they have to survive. he doesn't necessarily come from privilege, where mike more so does. so maybe that's a point of contention between the two, and that drives will to make the decision to go to hadestown.

mike, of course, isn't going to leave him down there, so as we'd expect, he goes after will. he goes the long way to hadestown, and he's determined to save will, to bring him back, to do better, to not lose will. because at the end of it all, even with all their flaws and the struggles in their relationship, mike and will love each other. i think el would probably be the hermes in this scenario—the one who helps him gets there but in this story, instead of el being able to help mike save will, she can't. maybe her powers are limited. maybe, if she is more like hermes, she can't necessarily make a decision that impacts another god's domain.

which brings me to your other question about hades. you're absolutely right that hades is more of a sympathetic character, and though he's the antagonist of the story, he's arguably not a villain? he's just a grumpy capitalist lmfao. personally, i still think the real villains here were the fates, but that's a whole other story.

you could, i suppose, if you wanted to—make hopper and joyce your hades and persephone. hopper in earlier seasons and his grumpy gruffness does give those kind of vibes, and we know he and joyce can and will argue with each other when they're at odds lol. but idk, if i did end up writing the hadestown au, i probably wouldn't go that route, just because i do think henry fits the "villain" character better.

so, uh... i think then, that would mean this eliminates the b plot of hades/persephone, so from my perspective, i imagine this then becomes more a discussion on henry as an oppressor and hadestown and henry representing a system of abuse (in the way the upside down and henry do in the show). like i said earlier, i like thinking the fates, who are manipulating the whole situation, are the true villains here, so i'd probably write it where henry is both hades and the fates. he plays the sympathetic role and manipulates mike in their confrontation, offering a way out for mike and will, but then turns around and is also that voice of doubt coaxing mike to turn around and doom will back to hadestown.

anyways, those are just some of the thoughts i've had, and i'm nowhere near to the point where i have the time to write a hadestown/byler esque kinda au... but if i did, i'm sure i'd have more coherent thoughts and ramblings to share eventually lol!

[teenage-idiot]

In the Blink of an Eye - 6

Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.

*WARNING SPOILERS*

Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.

741 words

CHAPTER 6

I flung open the door to my room and kicked off my shoes, walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I stripped out of my dirty clothes and hopped in the shower. I let out a sigh as the hot water hit my back, relaxing me after a stressful day hard at work. I finished showering after what was probably half an hour, and got ready for dinner. 

Quite soon I was completely ready, and I still had some time before I had to be downstairs. I flopped onto the bed and just lay there for a few seconds, thinking about everything that had happened to me over the past few days. I was lost in thought, and then a loud knock at the door made me jump, bringing me back to reality.

I strolled over to the door and opened it, revealing none other than Hawkeye himself.

"Hi Clint," I said.

"Hi y/n. I just wanted to say that you did a great job at training today."

"Oh, thank you."

"No problem. I actually have something for you."

Immediately, I was incredibly curious as to what it might be, "Oh really? Okay."

"Yeah. This is for you." 

From behind his back he produced a long, black bow, and placed it gently in my arms.

"Wow, you didn't have to-"

"I know. I just saw what a good archer you are and I thought you'd like it."

"I do. I really do. Thank you so much," I smiled widely at him.

"You're welcome," he chuckled, "You can bring it to training tomorrow."

"I will. Thank you."

"See you at dinner," he nodded, and then walked away down the hall.

I shut the door and looked at the bow for a minute, admiring it, and then placing it away in the cupboard safely. No sooner had I done this than there was another knock on the door. 

I frowned, wondering who it could be this time, but nonetheless, opened the door to greet whoever was waiting on the other side.

"Uh, hi y/n."

It was Pietro, standing there rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Hey Pietro," I smiled, genuinely happy to see him.

"I was just curious to see if you might want to walk with me to dinner?" he raised his voice at the end, as if he was scared I might slam the door in his face.

"Yeah, sure. I would like that," I said softly, giving him a goofy grin.

He breathed a sigh of relief and cracked a smile, so that we were both standing there smiling like idiots in the hallway. I snapped out of my daze and turned to close the door behind me.

On the way to dinner we struck up a conversation about one another, and started to get to know each other a little better.

"So...super speed?" I asked.

"You only just noticed?" he smirked down at me.

I laughed with him for a few seconds, and then we began talking again.

"So what about you?" he asked, paying full attention to me as he talked.

"Well, you know I got my powers from Hydra, telekinesis and all that-" 

"No, I mean what about you. The real you."

I just stopped and stared at him blankly, slightly taken aback. No one had ever been interested in me before. If anybody ever did talk to me after learning what I can do, that was all they cared about, wanting me to show them a few 'tricks' or do something 'cool' for them. Nobody actually cared about me.

"Well, um, what do you want to know?" I asked, sort of unsure on what to tell him.

"Anything," he spoke in a gentle tone, smiling sweetly as he did so.

"Okay, um...My name's y/n, I have super powers, I'm scared of the dark and being alone, oh and clowns! Clowns are scary... Um, I love ice cream, and pizza, and I love to listen to music and sing at the top of my lungs. I also love animals."

I looked at Pietro, expecting him to say something, but instead he just smiled at me, looked down and shook his head.

"You are such a dork," he said whilst laughing at me.

I laughed too, and then opened the door to the dining hall which we'd arrived at, holding the door for Pietro behind me as I entered.

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter Thirty-Six

"You know, even though I'm technically the Champion, I still have doubts about this whole idea," I mumbled, as I carefully manoeuvred my arms and legs from one screw platform to another, ascending the narrow pipe at an agonisingly slow pace.

"Oh come on, almighty Champion, are you really going to do what Jordan did?" Lisa's voice bellowed from behind, causing vibrations in the pipe walls.

"How do you mean, Y/N?" I heard Mackenzie call, from further behind Lisa. "Also Lisa, do you mind not bursting out my eardrums?"

"Well... I did lose to Crystal first time around. And the rematch took like an hour..." I retorted, cringing at the memory of my final Pokemon falling to the Chairwoman at the final hurdle of the Elite Challenge.

"But back there you didn't have the help of your excellent, royalty-tier rival, in the form of myself!" Danny interjected. The smugness of his tone sent a shiver up my spine.

"Cut it out for just five minutes, would you?!" Lisa snapped back at him.

"Y/N, look out!" I barely had time to register Mackenzie's warning before a large pair of wings engulfed my entire face.

I instinctively projected Lily's Pokeball upwards in the pipe, until she landed just above my head, directly opposite the invading Noivern, who had confronted me.

"Lily, use Energy Ball!"

The opposing Noivern fainted!

"Yes now THAT'S what I'm talking about! With me at your side, you'll easily bring Flossi Castor to her knees!" Danny marvelled.

"Yeah, and what about us?" Mackenzie asked.

"You can sit on the sidelines. Watch the pros." Danny giggled. "OH MAN!"

I quickly turned around, only to see another Noivern in his face.

"Pikachu, use Gigavolt!" He ordered.

Noivern avoided the attack!

"Ah, Arceus damn it!" Danny growled, as his precious Pikachu was knocked down by the opposing dragon. He, of course, fell silent after this, and we continued our ascent up the pipe.

"You were saying?" Lisa asked.

****

I screwed up my face hard as the palms of my hands steadily lifted my body out of the pipe, and onto the solid ground. As soon as my knees reached the top, I clambered out of the pipe. Danny was right behind me.

"Uh, a little help please, Champion?!" He yelled frustratedly, as he waved his hand up through the pipe. I grabbed his hand, and began pulling him up out of the pipe.

"Haha, what happened to you being a pro?!" Lisa asked, as she easily manouvered her nimble body out of the pipe unaided.

"Sh-shut up." An embarrassed Danny mumbled as Lisa proceeded to pull Mackenzie out of the pipe with both hands.

"Whew, that was pretty claustrophobic in there..." he observed.

"Does my hair still look okay?" Lisa asked, whilst the shorter layers of her purple hair stuck up. Danny responded with a snide remark.

Whilst my three rivals engaged in yet another petty - yet amusing - quarrel, I took this moment to scan my surroundings. We had successfully infiltrated the White Tower's grounds, and we were at a reasonable altitude which allowed us a great view of the rest of Opaquia. However, there appeared to be no unlocked doors into the White Tower, which was only feet away from us.

All of a sudden, I heard a faint shriek come from inside the large white turret nearest to us. I snapped my head to the side, looking through the stained glass window, yet all I saw was a flash of a creature.

"Guys, we've been spotted!" I warned, as I ran to alert the others.

"Wow, this place is even more well-guarded than the League Building!" Mackenzie observed. The ground began to shake from under us. Lisa grabbed onto me to steady herself, yet it was no use as all four of us hit the ground with a bump. And before we could move an inch, we were once again surrounded.

A violent shiver ran down my spine as I was stared in the eyes by hostile Pokemon of every single type, all oozing with the same bright pink, psychic energy as Epsilon, Optimus and the rest of Flossi's team.

There were several bright-red Charizards, pale pink dancing Ludicolos, lilac-tinted Blastoises, and many other Pokemon, including Sirfetch'd, a Gogoat with neon-pink horns, and a pink-and-yellow Amoongus.

"Oh no! There's fungus among us!" Mackenzie screamed as he backed up against the rest of us. We were all crouched back to back in a defensive position.

"Yeah, and a ton of imposters ready to kill us all!" I screamed, as I grabbed Lily's Pokeball.

Go! Lily! I know you can do it!

Pokemon Trainer Danny sent out Zana!

Pokemon Trainer Lisa sent out Chandelure!

Pokemon Trainer Mackenzie sent out Hydroxyl!

Lily used Energy Ball!

Danny's Zana used Electric Terrain!

Lisa's Chandelure used Rocket Wave!

Mackenzie's Hydroxyl used Muddy Water!

"Keep it going, guys!" I instructed. Although we managed to eliminate several of the Pokemon with these hits alone, the ones who were resistant/avoided attacks were closing in on us.

I ended up switching in Lily for the Sylveon that Danny had given me.

Sylveon used Dazzling Gleam!

Lisa's Chandelure used Flame Thrower!

Danny's Zana used Agility!

Mackenzie's Hydroxyl used Psych Up!

By the time the Pokemon were all knocked down, the four of us had regained our standing positions.

"There are now zero imposters among us! Victory goes to the crewmates!" Danny cheered.

"Have you forgotten the whole reason why we're here?!" Lisa laughed. I started to laugh along with her.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me!" Danny chastised.

"I'm just happy she finally laughed at someone other than me," Mackenzie interjected.

I pointed towards an archway, which seemingly led into the courtyard. "How did I not see this before?!"

"Probably because you're a Slowbro!" Danny teased.

"But you didn't see it either, Danny." Mackenzie interjected, which caused Danny to scowl.

I began leading the others towards this archway, whilst keeping watch for more Pokemon guards. Everytime one of us spotted one, we hissed "hide" to each other. We would hide in crevices, back ourselves up against the pillars and duck down behind walls to avoid being spotted. This method ultimately proved successful, and we were able to gain entrance to the main building of the White Tower.

My Klefki managed to pick the ridiculous number of locks on the door, and upon entering the main foyer, we were faced with two spiral staircases. The interior of the White Tower was just as grand - if not grander - than its exterior. The floors were made of black-and-white marble, with some fragments of pure gold embedded into the tiles. It was incredibly smooth without a single scratch, almost as if it was un-lived in. There were also many golden statues of Flossi, Kossi and other people I did not recognise dotted around the hall. Our footsteps echoed painfully loud, however, no guard Pokemon seemed to have detected us.

"It's hard to believe that one tiny woman has this whole place to herself." Danny observed.

"Yeah, a lot of the wealth in this world is wasted on the undeserving," Lisa added.

"I find it kind of sad that she's got all this wealth and luxury, yet nobody to share it with," Mackenzie commented.

"Wait... what's that?!" Lisa asked, as something large and dark blue swooped from around a corner and began zooming vigorously towards us down the long corridor. As it neared, it slowed, and I gasped in horror upon realising just how big it was. It was a very large lizard-type creature, with exactly the same physique and intimidating aura as Flossi's Epsilon.

"AAAAAGGGGIIIIIIAAAASSSSSS!!!" The floor beneath the horrifying entity began to tremble, and once again, I almost lost my footing. The reptile stared through my soul with its neon green eyes, and large blue antler-like eyebrows above them. As we all readied our Pokeballs, the Pokemon was identified as Miraidon, something I had never even heard of.

"Epsilon has a brother?!" Danny gasped as he sent out his Pikachu.

"Come on, this will need four of us, its HP stat is super high." Mackenzie observed. "These things don't exist in the modern world. Flossi must've manipulated some kind of Time Machine to get this thing."

"Knowledge and nerd stuff won't save us from this, Mackenzie!" Lisa yelled.

Lily used Titanium Glade!

Despite this being a supereffective hit, the HP of the monster was so high that it hardly made any difference whatsoever.

Danny's Pikachu used Thunderbolt!

This attack also only dealt a fractional amount of damage, causing Danny to sigh loudly in frustration.

"Guys keep calm. We can all take this thing down if we just take our time." Mackenzie said, remaining calm as his Gengar delivered a third attack.

Lisa's Chandelure used Will O' Wisp!

The opposing Miraidon was burned!

Miraidon used Dragon Pulse!

Lily avoided the attack!

"I remember reading in the news once that something sacred had been stolen from the Great Crater of Paldea! I wonder if it was this thing?" Mackenzie theorised.

"We can ask Crystal later, I'm sure she'll know." Lisa replied. "For now, let's just focus on weakening this huge thing."

"Stand back guys, I'm about to use discharge!" Danny called.

"Rather inadvisable," Mackenzie mumbled although it was too late!

Lisa's Chandelure is paralysed!

"Oh NICE ONE, orthworms-for-brains!" Lisa screeched loudly.

"Here, take one of my paralyse heals!" I tossed one to her, however, Miraidon snuck in another attack in the meantime, sending Chandelure and Pikachu to the floor.

Pokemon Trainer Danny sent out Zana!

Pokemon Trainer Lisa sent out Altaria!

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By the time Miraidon's HP was down into the red zone, Mackenzie and I were the only two that remained able to battle. All of Lisa's Pokemon had been one-shotted, although she did not seem overly phased. Danny had managed to hang on for slightly longer, however, he didn't take it quite as well. "This isn't fair! Flossi is cheating the system with this one!" He yelled.

"Try to keep a cool head, Y/N. We got this." Mackenzie stated. I was in awe of how calm he was able to remain despite being faced with massive pressure. Lisa and Danny were freaking out on the sidelines as they nursed their injured Pokemon back to full health.

I turned to my right, and asked Mackenzie, "Do you think we should ionise our Pokemon?"

He immediately shook his head. "No. We want to save our ionisation energy for Flossi. We need all the power we can get. Besides, this things pretty weak now."

Miraidon used Draco Meteor!

Mackenzie's Umbreon Fainted!

"It's all up to you now, Y/N!" He called as he quickly stepped back from the angry creature.

"You can do it!" Danny cheered.

"Don't give up!" Lisa added.

With one final blow, I grinned as Stalagus managed to land a critical hit, reducing Miraidon's HP to nothing.

"Now's your chance, Y/N! Catch that beast!" Lisa called.

I reached into the mostly disused pocket of my backpack, and pulled out the Master Ball that Champion Kossi had gifted to me. I took a moment to eye it, before throwing it as hard as I could. It whooshed through the air at an incredible velocity, and the light that it radiated was blinding as the giant creature shrunk down to Pokeball size, before falling to the floor.

One...

Two...

Click!

Miraidon was caught!

"YESSS WAY TO GO!" I turned around to see my three companions jumping up and down, pumping their fists up in the air in support of me. I smiled joyfully before carefully clipping the Master Ball onto my belt.

"Okay, now for the hard part..." I spoke up as I exhaled. "We've got to find Flossi."

We all collectively decided that the best way forward would be to make our way down the long corridor from which Miraidon had came. We were fairly confident this would lead us to the deeper parts of the White Tower.

"Can you hear that?" Danny whispered.

The four of us listened extremely closely... and I could just make out a very faint harp sound echoing down the hall from a distance away. We all exchanged a nod as we knew we needed to follow the sound.

As we neared the most dangerous woman in Taldourse, the harp sound grew louder and louder. I poked my head around the corner into a candle-lit hall.

In the middle, there was Flossi's infamous Hatterene. It had a fine tooth gold comb in its hand, and was carefully combing through the long, golden locks of its trainer. Unlike all the other times we had previously encountered the Harp Girl around the region, this time, she was wearing one of her opulent black gowns. "Nova, sweetheart, can you go back into your Pokeball please? I'm not in the mood for any kind of company right now." She spoke softly. Her Hatterene made its signature squeak before disappearing back into its Luxury Ball.

Still peering from around the corner, we watched as she slowly rose from her seat, away from her harp, and towards a portrait on the wall of her late husband.

"Oh, Kossi..." she began. "If only I had been taken with you,"

The atmosphere was indeed very strange as she spoke to the portrait. Her voice was lost, empty, vulnerable and weak, not a bit like the hostile, snappy and short-tempered demeanour that she had treated us with outside. In fact, if it weren't for the all-too-familiar harp standing only a few feet away, I would've wondered if they were even the same person.

With the other three closely behind me, I listened cautiously as she continued to speak.

"Every single day since I lost you has been completely meaningless. It's been two years now, and STILL the Corrupt Four haven't paid for what they did!"

The portrait just stared back at her, lifeless.

"I feel as though I'm failing you... I'm failing to get justice! I'm doing everything I can! Tomorrow shall be my final try. I will come at the Corrupt Four with everything I have and destroy that damnable Pokemon League for good!"

"Not if we stop you first!" Lisa yelled.

[writtenbyjos]

Spellbound, A Ghostly Tale: Chapter 1

God, there is so much I would add just by re-reading over the first chapter vs. how far I've come with myself, this story and these characters. I promise more is coming ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚

But for now, here's the first chapter of Spellbound. My baby, my child. don't hold the applause! jk. there is no applause

CHAPTER 1: AND OLD PHOTO

"Fellas, I can't tell you how much this has helped me out," Dr. James Harvey said setting a large box down on his desk with a large thump. "I've been meaning to clean out my cabinet's for months now." He said cheerfully. "Ever since you boys got the word out, my office hasn't been vacant since!" He clapped his hands together cheerfully.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," a tall, violet eyed apparition said with a wave of his hand, looking through a large book. "Boys look at 'dis one," he said with a large grin pointing to a picture of a girl with full lips, and dark eyes. "Jeannie Ann Hefner…" Stretch said, his eyes wide. The largest ghost howled at the top of his lungs. "Let me get a piece of that," he hollered.

"She looks like a hot dog kind o' gal to me," the middle one with large buck teeth mused dreamily. James stacked his arms on top of the box and gazed into space.

"Jeannie Ann Hefner," he laughed and shook his head. "We went on a date back in the summer of, what was it…'71?" He smiled.

"Bow-chika-bow-wow, Doc! 'Atta boy, 'atta boy!" Stretch whooped. "Tell me you got to 'da, whata the kids call it," he formed his hand into a bat and Stinkie threw a baseball at him. "Third base?" He and the other two cackled loudly. He swung and the baseball flew out the window making a glass shattering sound. Dr. Harvey blushed furiously and waved his hands.

"No, no, no. Nothing like that." he said. "She lost a bet…" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly

Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso lost their heads, raging with laughter, Stinkie melting into a puddle of his own tears. Literally.

"'Dem fleshie dames ain't no good anyways, Doc. Too lively for my taste." He looked at his fingernails. "Don't waste ya time on 'em."

"Am I detecting some resentment, there Stretch?" James asked, his voice getting a little serious.

"What da hell is that supposed to mean? I ain't had the least bit of trouble with the ladies," he said, smirking. "Can't say the same for these bozos," He said, elbowing Fatso and punching Stinkie on the shoulder. Stinkie shrugged and smiled innocently.

"One dame get's too close to Stink ova here and she goes a' runnin' for da hills." Stretch laughed.

"For the hills! Screamin'!" Fatso said laughing loudly.

"Who me?" He said putting a finger to his mouth and one behind his back. "Them dames just didn't know a good belch or fart when they hear one," He said putting one finger in the air.

"Now Fatso," Stretch said patting is brother's head, "Fatso ova' 'ere will swallow his goddamn date whole," he laughed, while Stinky pointed and rolled over in the air. Stretch turned a few more pages before gasping and slamming his finger onto one of the pages titled, 'Senior Year Graduates'.

"Oh shit!" Stretch yelled. "I found da mothaload," he ran his finger through the many names, turning a few more pages and laughing at the dramatic pictures of the seniors.

"And look who we got 'ere…" He said holding up the book with a picture of Dr. Harvey in his senior school year. He saw the picture and rushed to get it from Stretch. "Nope, nuh uh." Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso gathered around the picture as James tried to retrieve it from below their tails.

"Oh come on, let us get a good look," Fatso said laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. You was one handsome devil der, Doc." Stretch laughed.

"Wait a minute." Stinkie scrunched up his face in confusion. "Doc, you don't got no red freckles!" Stinkie said.

"Thoze, a' pimples ya dipshit," Stretch banged his brother on the back of the head with one whack with the year book.

"Oh for the love of," James said throwing his hands in the air. "I need to get more boxes anyways," he said. While the ghostly trio snickered at his old, embarrassing high school and college photos, James surveyed the area and eyed the mysterious cubed in the corner of the room covered with cobwebs.

"Perhaps I could store patient files in here," He said wiping away the dust and webs. He opened the two large doors and waved away the mildew smell.

"Good lord," He said holding his nose. "So who's up for a little teamwork building activities?" James said rubbing his hands together.

"Damn!" He heard Stretch yell. "Where can I get my hands on a blossom blossom like that?" The ghosts laughed and high fived. James rolled his eyes and reached for a box on the top shelf. He stood on his tip toes and eventually lost his balance finding him self on the floor papers, books and pictures everywhere.

"And he sticks the landing!"

"Whoop, whoop, whoop!" They all sang in unison.

"Cabinet one, Doc, zero!" Stinkie cried out with fists in the all said in unison with their hands in the air.

"A little help?" James said from under the heap. The trio lifted him up from under and set him on the ground. James dusted himself off and bent down to collect the pictures scattered across the floor.

He lifted the box and blew a thick layer of dust off the top. The side read, 'Photographs' in a thin black hand.

"I wonder," He slowly lifted the top and pulled out a large, faded photo. He held it up and squinted, adjusting his glasses. It was brown, old and almost whitened, but he could make out three young men arm in arm smiling stupidly. James's eyes widened and he held the picture up to the three brothers that stood in front of him. In the photo, the largest of the three brothers resting his eight on one foot, was wearing a white button down with slacks and his hair was short but very disheveled. His eyes were large and happy, and his smile genuine.

"Whatcha lookin' at der, Doc?" Stinkie asked tilting his head. James was standing in an odd position examining a photo in awe. He didn't answer Stinkie.

"Amazing…" He said breathlessly. He examined the other two.

On the right was a thinner looking figure with spiky, light brown hair and light brown eyes. His figure was slumped over but his face was bright and young. The one in the middle though, was the most familiar. He had striking violet eyes, contrasting with jet black, messy hair. They seemed to sparkle, with years of mischief behind them almost daring the photographer to move closer. His smile was charming, cunning if you will. He was almost six feet high from the looks of the photograph and a nearby fire hydrant that looked like a measly mouse compared to his long figure.

"What the hell, Doc." Stretch spoke interrupting James's deep thought almost making him drop the picture. "You's givin' me da creeps…" he said eyeing him with a squint.

"Fellas…" James said. "Do you know who these young men are?" He asked. They all swopped over and squinted pushing each other out of the way here and there.

"Damn!" Stinkie exclaimed. "Who ah 'dose handsome devils?" He said.

"I don't know, but the one on the left looks like he could eat a horse." Fatso said. Stretch took the photo and looked more closely. His eyes widened as he realized who just was standing arm in arm and just where they were.

"Holy Mother Teresa. Boys," he said with an unreadable look plastered on his face. "Dis was us, when we was fleshies, air breathers, bone bags. Look der —" Stretch pointed. "It's Wipstaff for god's sake!"

"Move it, Stink," Fatso butt bumped Stinkie out of the way and snatched the picture form Stretch's hands. He took one look at the other "fatso" in the photo and looked at his brothers. "Holy shit, you're right." Fatso said. "I remember,"

"I'm as handsome as I remember," Stretch said smoothing his bald head.

"I'm as fat as I remember," Fatso said.

"Look what's done been written on da back," Stinkie said. Stretch cocked his head back and shook his head.

"'June 1st, 1893 — Joseph "Joey", Theodore "Theo" and Vincent "Vinnie…"

"Gosh," Stinkie said. "Fellas, it's slowly comin' back." He said. Stinkie ran his slim fingers across the faded cursive writing.

"Dat day was our Auntie Julia's wedding, see," Stinkie said to James, who was still completely bewildered.

"That crazy old hag, I'd never guessed she'd hitch the wagon in a million years!" Fatso said making them all laugh.

"Member how she used to make us shine all her damn silverware?" Stretch said. He shaped into a very disturbing version of what they had seen their Auntie Julia like. White bun, bright red lipstick and a corset. Stretch spoke in a high pitched tone. "Now boys," He said mockingly. "If I see one more spot on those spoons I'll throw myself out the kitchen window!" They all laughed and huddled together over this shared memory.

James had never seen them be so genuinely happy…Then again, he didn't even know they could remember their past life, let alone a memory so vivid.

"Fellas do you realize what this means?" James cried out his hands in the air.

"No more spoon shinin'?" Stinkie's head popped into vision.

"Uncle Fred threw himself out the kitchen window?" Fatso appeared next to Stinkie. Stretch shot up between them.

"Our Auntie Julia was a bitch?" Stretch asked shrugging.

James furrowed his brow and lowered his arms when he realized they didn't share the same excitement.

"It means," He said exasperated. "If we can get you to remember your past lives, maybe we can figure out why you have yet to cross over to the other side!" He said, smiling widely. "Your unfinished business!" He said hands on his hips. The trio just looked at each other in awe.

Now they really wished Doc hadn't found that old photo.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.