#i know i KNOW this is the cheesiest quote i have ever come up with ever and i frankly wanna erase it it's so silly- | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

whoree321 · 3 years

Text

the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

221 notes · View notes

kuroosweakness · 3 years

Note

Lia, your Kuroo headcanon are literally the only thing keeping me sane right now. He’s such a comfort character of mine. Before I really got into Haikyuu and started it, I thought Kuroo was super cute. Then I saw his personality and he was the second character I fell in love with. Here’s some headcanons for your service :)

If you drink coffee or tea, he has the way you make it down to an art. He knows exactly how you like it, but somehow his is better. He’s doesn’t add or lessen anything, he claims it’s because it’s made with love (he’s so cheesy I swear)

I firmly believe he quotes pride and prejudice. He’ll recite the iconic love confession from the movie at the most random times. One time it was while you were in the bathroom, he has no shame

If he notices you’re listening to a certain song over and over, he’ll add it to his secret playlist named after you

I think he would coordinate outfits. Instead of matching, it’d be opposite. For example, you’re wearing green pants and a brown shirt, Kuroo has on brown pants and a green shirt (this also applies to attending parties post timeskip, he 100% subtly matches you)

He actually knows how to do laundry, and if you’re busy or out of your shared apartment he’ll clean, fold, and put away your clothes. It’s something simple that he enjoys doing, and he knows it’ll help

When you’re stressed over school/work, he always brings you hot tea (or your favorite drink, Kuroo prefers un-caffeinated drinks at night) and gives you a kiss on the temple. I’m talking, lips on your temple for a GOOD 5 seconds before he deems it good enough to step away. He’ll also drape a blanket across your shoulders, even if it isn’t cold

He steals your stuff, you steal his. It’s only fair.

Kenma bought Kuroo a rooster plushie as a joke, but it was actually super cute so he kept it. Kuroo then buys an animal plushie that reminded him of you. You keep the rooster, and he keeps your animal when you’re away. Yes, even as full grown married adults he brings the plushie to business trips

I feel like Kuroo would want to wear an engagement ring too, everyone would assume he’s married because men don’t typically wear them; he likes that it’s unconventional, but a good kind

Always touching you when you sleep. Canonly he sleeps with two pillows smooshing his head, but he’ll keep an arm extended that’s loosely around you. Or he’ll have your butts touching, or his leg against your leg etc. (personally, I like my sleeping headcanon of Kuroo because it incorporates how he legitimately sleeps. But if you need it, he’ll 100% hold you or cuddle you however you want)

I feel like he’d want to shower with you. After dating for a long time, he’ll be a little stiff but eventually he loves it. He’ll come up behind you, wraps his arms around you and put his chin on your shoulder. Sometimes he’ll play music, he’ll serenade you with the periodic table song and other love classics like “can’t take my eyes off you”

He reads to you, he’s sitting against the headboard with you laying between his legs. Back against his chest, lowly speaking into your ear. He also LOVES when you read to him. Depending on your sitting situation, the cuddling positions will differ. But he’s always in front of you

“Everybody talks” reminds me of him. This song was playing when I was in the car with my friend, windows down, sunny gorgeous day. You guys would dance and sing to this together, it’d play at your wedding

His love for you NEVER falters. No matter what age you started dating, his eyes are always filled to the brim and exploding with love and admiration

I WENT NUTS IM SO SORRY THEY JUST KEPT COMING. CAN YOU TELL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN SO BADLY. ANWAYS HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOURE REALLY COOL :)

OMG !! LOOK AT ALL THESE HEADCANONS 😭 (i just know i’ll come back and reread while being all giddy :’D thank you so so much for sending and typing these out, ur my savior <33

ahhhh i thought kuroo was an okay side-character at first but now here i am, making my whole blog dedicated around him lmaoo

“made with love” HE WOULD BE THE CHEESIEST GUY EVER (not that anyone’s complaining, of course)

omgg him quoting pride and prejudice??? lemme collective my heart jdkslfkjdf “in the bathroom” he has zero shame lmaoo

him making a whole playlist dedicated to you :(( and when he hasn’t heard you listen to a song in a while, he’ll be like “remember when you used to listen to...”

COORDINATED OUTFITS >>>

YES YES YES

him helping you out with chores :’ he’s so genuine and sweet i swear-

make it more than 5 seconds pretty pls <33 (thanks for the scenario that’ll run in my head everytime i study now-)

equality. sharing is caring.

OMG THE PLUSHIE PART !!!!! 😫🥺 pls your headcanons are making me so happy yet sad at the same time- what are these strong emotions i’m feeling :’

him wearing his engagement ring >>>>>>>> (and so everytime he looks at his hand, it’s a small pleasant reminder of you)

showers with him would be so light-hearted and intimate :’ IMAGINE HIM SHAMPOOING YOUR HAIR bye-

yes, pls serenade us <3

touching when asleep next to each other!!!!! pls he would lay his whole leg on you and not claim to be responsible when you wake up half numb-

i love your headcanon too!!!! incorporating canon stuff into headcanons >>> you can link pinkies with him when sleeping <3

him reading to you while cuddling D: words can’t describe how jealous i am of y/n

OMG YES EVERYBODY TALKS DEFINITELY GIVES OFF KUROO VIBES pls he would dance and sing with you in front of the bathroom mirror for hours :’

IT’S YOUR HAPPY SONG!

and now my heart feels really warm and fuzzy :’ i want to hop straight to bed for these scenarios to pop up in my dream. again, thank you so much for sending all these in, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM (and am jealous of every single one of them) if you have more, pls pls send them in at ANY TIME of the day !!

i hope you have the best day >:( and make sure to take care of yourself! <3

#lia misses kuroo #lia convos

63 notes · View notes

writingsbychlo · 4 years

Text

let me down slow (epilogue)

word count; 2830

summary; it’s moving day, and stiles is getting his dorm all set up with the sheriff, while you and mitch still have a considerable amount more unpacking to do.

notes; I know some of y’all didn’t like the events of part eight, but you’re just gonna’ have to deal with it, because they’re adorable, it was all a misunderstanding, and they deserve the world.

warnings; none, really. some vaguely dirty innuendoes, that’s it.

Smoothing your hands over the poster on the wall, you pressed it flat to the plaster, holding it steady as Stiles pinned it down straight, and you cheered once the final one was up, the collection of Star Wars posters lining the walls making the room seem entirely perfect for your best friend. Hopping down from the bed, you smoothed out the covers, before letting both of your hands fly up to meet Stiles’ in a set of high fives, and the pair of you cheered as you took it all in.

“It’s really getting there!”

The oversized corkboard he loved so much was sitting against one wall, a shelf you’d spent almost an hour trying to put up between the pair of you as the Sheriff laughed was now assembled, with three baskets sitting along it. The first contained bundles of assorted pins and paperclips for putting up the vast assortment of photos and collage pieces that added, the space freshly cleared so that he could build it up ready for the new year. The second basket contained his camera, with a selection of different types of film for interesting shots, and the third was filled with pens and note pads for all the annotations and quotes he would put under each picture.

The opposite wall was lined with six matching Star Wars posters, showing off the promotional pictures and titles of the originals and the prequels, a prized possession that you’d bought for Stiles as a graduation present, so that he didn’t have to take his collection at home down and travel them across the country. His desk was already cluttered with notebooks and pens, and the closet was brimming with flannelled shirts. The bookcase was stacked with textbooks and DVDs. Above the desk was pinned a campus map, class schedule, time table and a calendar, all for his convenience, because Stiles had already voiced his desire to cram as many college experiences into his first year as he possibly could, he wanted to live life to the fullest.

Along the windowsill were photo frames with his favourite pictures of everyone from back home, and he was proudly staring at the final few boxes on the floor, as his dad carried the last one in, the final clothes he had ready to be unpacked into the set of drawers beside his bed, your hand coming up to wipe across your forehead in false exhaustion as you looked around.

“It’s fitting for you, kid.”

His voice was a little rough, and you could tell that the Sheriff was holding back his emotions as he sent his youngest son off to college, too. He held his arms out of you both, and Stiles rolled his eyes as he let out a string of curses at the affection, but pressed his face into his father’s neck as he wrapped around one side of his body, not covering the little sniffle he let out as well as he thought he had. You were quick to follow in his footsteps, tucking yourself happily under the older man’s chin, and you squeezed the two men in a tight hug.

You easily remained that way, knowing that the two were each trying to hide their emotions, and you smiled to yourself at the thought, rolling your eyes softly. “You know, dad, I’m going to be checking with Melissa that you’re still eating healthy. Don’t think you can start eating bacon and fries every day now just because I’m gone.”

“You’re the worst.”

You giggled as he pushed you both away, but he ruffled your hair fondly, and you decided to lighten the mood a little, turning to swipe the camera from its place on the shelf, checking it was loaded with film before handing the polaroid device over to Noah. “I think we need to take the first picture to put up, don’t you?”

Stiles gasped, nodding happily before turning to you, and you pressed your hands to his shoulder once he’d turned back to face his father, and you jumped up as high as you could, sealing you legs above his hips and he gripped at your thighs, letting out a laugh as you landed on his back, your hands wrapping around his neck. With the cheesiest grin that you could muster, the Sheriff gave you a count down, before clicking the camera and waiting as the small piece of paper pushed it’s way out of the device, before handing it over to you both and putting the camera down on the desk.

Holding up the little slip, he waited patiently as the colour began to drip into it, the picture slowly revealing itself, and you let out a squeal once it became properly formed, so that you could see the image clearly. “I love it! Pin it!”

You tapped his shoulders, and he moved eagerly across to the board, selecting a pin and pushing it through the card, securing it to the very centre of the board. Only a second later, he was grabbing a red pen and a yellow post-it note, scribbling down a reminder before adding the note to the photo, and you peaked over his shoulder to read it.

‘Move-in Day, August 2020’

You grinned, taking the pen and adding a little heart to it, before placing your hands on your hips and looking around the room. The phone you’d left on the bedside table a while ago buzzed loudly, chiming a little tune as it did, and you jumped at the interruption. Stiles moved across the room for you, picking up the device before letting out a long groan, and you chuckled at his reaction, already knowing who it must be.

“It’s my brother. Your boyfriend. Ew, I hate the sound of it, still.” You grinned at his words, sticking your tongue out as you took it from him, scanning your eyes over the message, before reaching for your bag and sealing the device inside, lifting it up onto your shoulder. “Time to go?”

“Yeah, unfortunately. You’re unpacking these last few boxes alone.” You joked, and he huffed, kicking at one lightly with the toe of his shoes.

“Not alone, Dad is here to h-”

“Dad is going back to the hotel to rest his back and take a shower. Stiles is alone and putting his own laundry away for the first time in his life.” His dad grinned, and the boy let out a whine at it, stomping his foot a little before giving in.

“See you tonight, at the restaurant?”

“We will meet you there.” His face scrunched up once again.

“I can’t get with the referring to you and Mitch as a ‘we’. I’m not used to it.” You shrugged, but leaned up to press a friendly kiss to his cheek, before letting him wrap you up in a tight hug, and brush his lips to your temple. “I’ll get used to it. I’m just glad you’re happy.”

His dad left the room, leaving you both to your moment, even though you were only saying goodbye for a few hours, but he was a little jittery once the door had closed.

“Can I tell you something, before you go? I don’t want it to be a big deal, but I do want to tell you first.” You nodded, brows furrowing as he fiddled with his fingers between your bodies worriedly, and you reached up to place your hand over his own, letting him lace your fingers together. “Now that I’m not obsessing over Lydia anymore, and I’m in college and really taking a minute to get to know myself, I think I discovered something.”

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.. yeah, I think so.” He was nervous, biting down on his lower lip, and you squeezed his hand reassuringly in an attempt to tell him that it was okay. “I think I might be bi.”

A blushing tinge spread over his cheeks, his eyes ducked to avoid your own as the heat spread up to his ears and painted his pale skin pink, and you leaned in to press your body to his, your arms wrapping around him tightly, and he let out a deep sigh, before wrapping himself around you once again, his body sagging out of relief.

“There was this guy in my welcome lecture, and he was really good looking, and while I was still in my Lydia phase I didn’t really think about anyone else that way, so I was pretty shocked when my first thought was about a guy, but then he asked me if I wanted to get coffee before the semester starts, and I said yes. We’ve been texting for a few days, now.” The words came out jumbled and hurried, and you stepped back to look at him, making sure to catch his gaze as he gave you a nervous smile.

“I’m so happy for you, Stiles.”

“I’m going to tell my dad and brother at dinner tonight, but I just needed some support.” You nodded, before stepping back as he let out a relieved laugh and wiped a hand over his face. “God, I feel so much better. I hate keeping things from you. I don’t know how you did it for months, having secrets with you kills me.”

“It wasn’t without a lot of suffering, trust me.”

He grinned, before nudging you towards the door. “See you in a couple of hours.” You simply nodded, waving your goodbye to the Sheriff as he chatted with the other parents of Stiles’ various roommates for the year, and you made your way to the door, stepping out into the corridor.

With hurried steps, you made your way down the stairs, knowing it would be quicker than taking the elevator, and you were just glad Stiles was living on the first floor, you really weren’t sure he’d be able to handle hiking up twelve layers worth of stairs to the top floor on a tired day if the lift ever broke.

It wasn’t a short walk to the place you had promised to meet your boyfriend, and the walk was enjoyable, hot sun shining down and a light breeze carrying through the campus, cooling you down from the heat. Shuffling through your bag, you searched for your sunglasses, lifting them out to place them on your face, and letting out a happy sigh when you no longer had to squint.

You could already see the man you were waiting to meet, his body coming into view as he sat on the edge of the fountain, scrolling idly on his phone as he waited for you, the bag slumped on the floor beside his feet was spilling out with textbooks and his laptop, and his hair was messy from constantly running through it. Picking up your speed a little, you made your way over to him and took up before him, your shadow falling across him. He glanced up, expression stoic and stony before he realised who it was, and his face split open in a wide grin as his entire demeanour brightened.

“Thought you were standing me up for a second there. You’re late.”

“Yeah, well, I got caught up. You can believe that I will never just leave you hanging.” You offered, and he scooped up his bag, swinging the strap over his shoulder before standing up, and he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Pulling you in towards himself, he bumped the tip of his nose with your own, before letting out a sigh. “I know you wouldn't.” He pressed his lips to your own, a sweet kiss that made your heart thud and your mind spin, before you were pushing up into him a little further. Resting your hands on his shoulders, his own slipped down to your waist, holding your body to his as his mouth moved with your own in gentle rhythms, and giving you one final peck when he pulled away. “Ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” He took your hand in his, pulling you away toward the direction of the apartment the two of you had so carefully chosen together, and you leaned your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked. He twisted, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head, and you squeezed you hand in acknowledgement of his affections. “Guess who I ran into earlier?”

“Who?”

“The redhead from a few weeks back.” He stiffened underneath you, only relaxing when you paused, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips as he fixed you with a worried glance. “Her name is Cassandra, which you never told me, and she’s actually really nice. We arranged to go for coffee.”

He practically choked on his breath, turning to look at you with wide and worried eyes as he held the door to the building open for you, and you slipped through, letting him follow as you laughed lightly at his reaction. “What was she doing there?”

“Her friend was moving into Stiles’ building, and she was helping out.” You shrugged, the two of you stepping into the elevator and you were glad to be alone, leaning back against the wall and pushing your glasses up onto the top of your head to peer at him, raising a brow. “Hey, stop freaking out. I can see the cogs working in your head. She asked about us, you know.”

“What did she say?”

“Just wanted to know if I was all good, and if things worked out.” You shrugged a little, your glasses slipping on your head, and you detangled them from your loose hair and put them away once again. “I told her that we’re doing amazing, and that I’ve never been so happy, and that we have a place together with a whole bunch of plans for the future.”

He finally let his shoulders drop from the tension he’d built up, before tucking some hair away behind your ears and stepping in towards you, crowding you into the wall a little further. “Never been so happy, huh?”

“Totally and one hundred percent in love with you.”

“I love you too.” He whispered the words into your mouth as he leaned down to kiss you, barely getting a chance to do so before the elevator was chiming and the doors were sliding open. You grinned in the kiss as he huffed out, pulling away and letting the two of you walk along, both of you patting down your bags to find your keys, but he found his own first, and lifting the set up to the door to open it.

Boxes still littered the room, labelled with things to be unpacked and brought out, but whereas Stiles had been unpacking only one room, the two of you had been unpacking an entire apartment, and there was still a lot to buy and a lot to set up, the flat-pack furniture box holding the coffee table the two of you had yet to assemble was sitting with coasters out and rings on top from drinks, using it for its purpose before it was even constructed.

“We’re still on for dinner with Dad and Stiles, right? I don’t think we have any leftovers from last night’s takeout and I’m too lazy to go for a supermarket trip.” He flopped down onto the couch, and you nodded, hanging up your bag on the hooks and taking your phone from it, running you fingers through your hair and tugging on some of the knots that had built up.

“Yes, we are. Are you going to get changed, or wash up?”

“No, I'm going to take a nap.” He grinned, settling along the couch and tucking a hand behind his head, pouting his lips when he felt you lean over him. Pressing a soft and quick peck to his lips, you brushed some hair off of his forehead and out of his eyes, before standing up.

“Okay, well, I’m going to take a shower before we go.”

You jumped when his eyes snapped back open, and he rolled up from the couch, grinning cheekily as his hands found your hips and he turned you around. “You know what, maybe I should wash up. We haven’t christened the bathroom yet, and I bet you look great on your knees in the shower.”

He tapped your ass cheekily in a light spank, and you gasped at the impact, but laughed anyway as he guided you through the halls, tugging at the bottom of your sundress as you went, until he had the material over your head, dropping it to the floor in the doorway to the bathroom. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.” He teased, switching on the water and waiting for it to get hot as he stripped himself down, and you let out an exaggerated sigh.

“I love you.”

“Good, because I love you too.”

#mitch month #mitchtober #mitch-tober #mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp x reader smut #mitch rapp/reader #mitch rapp/reader smut #mitch rapp american assassin #LMDS #let me down slow #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien/reader #dylan obrien x reader smut #dylan obrien/reader smut #dylan obrien mitch rapp #dylan obrien american assassin

221 notes · View notes

bluesfortheredj · 4 years

Text

Green eyed monster.

The flat was dark and quiet as you step inside and shut the door softly behind you, and you knew that Ben was hiding in here somewhere which made you jumpy. You flick the switch for the lights but he’d turned them off from the fuse box to give him an unfair advantage, and you audibly groan at the realisation that he’s definitely cheating.

“That’s not fair!” you call out into the darkness, but of course Ben wasn’t one to play fair so what did you expect?

There’s no noise as you tentatively step further into the flat as quietly as you possibly can in an attempt to not get scared shitless by your best mate, and as you approach the kitchen you press your back against the wall and slide along it until you can peek around the corner to check no one was inside.

“For fuck’s sake Ben, we’re going to be late for the party, can you just come out already please?” you ask as your eyes move from the kitchen to the lounge, looking for any sign of movement.

Yet more silence greets you and you know he’s not going to give up that easily; he was determined to scare you before the two of you went to the party and you were already less than impressed with the inevitable outcome of this game. You enter the living room and squint into the darkness before bumping into the side board, then you hear a short shuffle before feeling hands on your waist which makes you scream out loud.

“Gotcha!” Ben laughs.

“Get off of me you absolute dickhead,” you half scold, half laugh.

Ben continues laughing at your reaction as he walks out and down the hall to flick the switch for the lights back on, and suddenly you’re shielding your eyes from the bright light that’s now flooding the lounge. He comes back into the room and you get to see his costume for the first time; a pinstripe suit and a matching bat shaped bow tie just like his muse Jack Skellington.

“What do you think?” he asks, noticing you looking him up and down.

“Brilliant,” you smile.

“You haven’t put much effort in with the sexy witch costume though,” Ben tuts before rolling his eyes.

“It’s just a regular witch costume you idiot! But thanks for the compliment.”

Ben winks at you then the doorbell rings and you jump once more much to his amusement.

“That’ll be Joe. You ready?” he checks, and you nod in response.

You’d heard and seen a lot about Joe but never had the pleasure of meeting him until now thanks to Ben’s insistence that the two of you finally get introduced, and you were quite excited about the prospect of it all after seeing what a fun guy he appeared to be. Ben buzzes him up and opens the door ready for his arrival while you stand there straightening out your dress and trying to act casual.

“Come here you!” Joe greets Ben, quickly pulling him into a tight hug, “now where’s the infamous (Y/N)?”

You wave as his eyes scan the room before landing on you, and he’s just as friendly with you as he was with Ben; striding over and giving you a cuddle along with a kiss on the cheek as he says hello.

“It’s so lovely to finally meet you,” he smiles as he pulls back, “I feel like I already know you with how much Ben has told me though.”

“And you too! All good things I hope...”

“Could it be anything other than good?” he winks, “I must say though, he didn’t warn me about how beautiful you are, and I’m quite taken aback.”

You giggle at his compliment and look away, “oh, stop!”

Ben rolls his eyes again before interrupting, “right, shall we get going then?”

Both you and Joe nod then all head out for the chilly walk to a friend’s house a few streets away and although you’re huddled against Ben, the conversation you have with Joe barely seems to stop and the poor blonde you’re holding on to doesn’t get a word in edge ways. You squeeze his arm comfortingly during the walk but when you arrive at the party you have to part to greet the hosts, and once you’ve caught up with people you hadn’t seen in a while you’re soon at Joe’s side as he regales you with stories about his time with Ben.

“You two are usually joined at the hip,” your friend Alex points out as he comes up beside Ben and hands him a fresh drink, “what’s going on here?”

“Don’t,” he sighs, “I’ve been going on about these two meeting for so long and now it’s happened I’m not entirely sure it was a good idea.”

“But they seem to be getting along well!”

“Too well,” Ben grumbles.

“Ah, so you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Ha! No… definitely not… jealous? Nah…”

“The man doth protest too much, methinks.”

This was an unusual feeling for Ben, especially when it came to you, but then when he thought about it he’d never actually seen you with a guy before and you’d always kept any relationships away from him even though you were so close. He sips his drink slowly as his eyes flick from your face to Joe’s while the two of you laugh in the corner, and there’s a feeling right in the pit of his stomach that’s shouting out for him to go over and interrupt so he can get you all to himself. It was a selfish thought but this sudden wave of jealousy was bringing all sorts of thoughts into his mind which he’d never had to deal with when it came to you.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Alex presses, noticing Ben’s hard stare.

“Nothing… yet.”

Ben keeps his distance for the rest of the night, letting you and Joe get to know one another better as he himself had insisted on, and tries his best to enjoy the Halloween party despite being able to fully let himself go with you on his mind. He works his way around the room until he catches your eye to give you a small wave, then you gesture for him to join you both now that the night was nearing the end.

“You two had fun?” he asks.

“You lied to me about (Y/N),” Joe frowns, “you said she was probably one of the best people you know, but I have to say that there should be no ‘probably’ about it.”

“Yeah, I’d agree that I made a mistake there,” Ben nods, looking over at you, “wanna get out of here?”

You nod and the three of you exit the party and begin the even colder walk back to Ben’s flat while Joe phones for a taxi to take him back to the hotel, then by the time you reach your destination there’s already a cab waiting. Joe takes far too long to say goodbye to you in Ben’s opinion and he narrows his eyes a little when you laugh at something Joe says before he gives you yet another hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“See you tomorrow!” he waves as he gets into the taxi.

“Tomorrow?” Ben questions as you walk into the block of flats.

“I said we’d all go for lunch.”

“You sure he didn’t want it to just be the two of you?” Ben scoffs.

You turn to look at him once you get through the front door and smirk, “is that a little jealousy I hear?”

“Pfft,” he dismisses.

“It is isn’t it?!”

“It’s not.”

“Okay, so you wouldn’t mind if just I went then? I mean we were getting on so well tonight, he’s such a funny guy and very complimentary-”

“I would mind,” he cuts you off, “I would mind a lot because bloody hell (Y/N) you’re my best friend but I really want to be more.”

You stand in a stunned silence and slowly slip your witches hat from your head so you could see him a little better, then he shrugs and walks off into the other room and leaves the words hanging in the air in front of you.

“Hey, Jack Skellington, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and walk away… you didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

He turns slowly but avoids your gaze.

“And what would your response be?”

You laugh and shake your head with how embarrassing your next words would be, “this is super cheesy… but… it is plain as anyone could see, we’re simply meant to be.”

Ben breaks into a grin at your quote from the nightmare before christmas then steps towards you and envelops you into a tight hug, “that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard, and I absolutely love it.”

if you could write something about ben having a best friend (that he’s obviously in love with!) that he really wants to become friends with joe. but they end up getting along very well, much more than ben thought. and that makes him veeery jealous, which is a new feeling for him & a first day of fall/halloween type fluff with ben – @rosesvioletshardy

@lv7867 @aynsleywalker @pink-lemo @painthatiusedto @itisjustmethistime @mamaskillerqueen @queenslandlover-93

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff

83 notes · View notes

faerielleart · 3 years

Text

who is here for a really bad and random high school au that is completely self indulgent yo

in which levi loses a bet with erwin and mike and is forced to audition for their school’s production of les misérables, he tries to mess up the audition but somehow he still sucks less than everyone so he ends up getting the part of marius??? and he can’t quit because it will influence negatively on his grades??? idk imagine levi reading the script without knowing shit about the play and reading all the cheesy lines for the first time and him hating every single thing about this situation until the first day of rehearsal where he meets the person who will play cosette, his weird schoolmate hanji who shares some classes with him who is always spending time in the school laboratory to do experiments and shit and oh. Oh.

at first dude wants to Scream because he just can’t bear the thought of acting like a booby who is madly in love (quoting old les mis memes from years ago here) with this wEiRdO who somehow has a pretty fucking amazing voice and wow maybe this weirdo,,,,, isn’t a bad weirdo. how bizzarre

Maybe just maybe as the days go by they start spending time together because hey! Looks like they are polar opposites but at the same time they have SO! MANY! things in common!!! and they eventually use rehearsing as an excuse to spend even more time together! and they bond over the fact that they’re supposed to play characters who are SO distant and different from how they are irl and levi finds out that hanji tried to audition as a joke but got the part bc she can actually S I N G like an angel and has a really solid head voice and range despite being a mezzo and cosette needing a soprano bc her parents forced her to take lessons, while levi despite having a decent singing voice actually had to have the songs lowered a lil bc bby is a baritone in a tenor role and has never had lessons and can’t support all the notes but fear not! Hanji offers to teach him some tips and tricks and whoops now they’re spending even more time together

And maybe just maybe it becomes easier for levi to sing “in my life she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun, and my life seems to stop as if something is over and something has scarcely begun”, maybe it comes natural for levi to stutter his line in “a heart full of love, a heart full of song, i’m doing everything all wrong” because?? he is looking right at hanji’s really pretty brown eyes and he can’t concentrate?? and he hates feeling like this lmaooo like sweaty palms butterflies fast heartbeat,,,,, boi is in love and he doesn’t realize it he just thinks he’s constipated

anyway let’s spice shit up and add erwin to the mix! erwin knows hanji, they’re childhood friends and they actually met through their singing lessons, the dude who was going to play enjolras gets idk chicken pox and the director is frantically looking for a substitute, levi wants to get back at erwin for making him audition in the first place (it’s all in good faith tho it’s a joke and they’re best friends dw he just wants to have a lil revenge) and suggests erwin, not knowing that he and hanji know each other and that he actually has been trained in singing so yeah erwin gets called for a last-minute audition and dude SMASHES it the director’s crying tears of joy they found their authentic tall hot blonde enjolras who looks like he’d be a great commander and people would die for him (;DDDDD) and during rehearsal levi finds erwin and hanji chatting like old friends!! and dude’s like wtf do u know each other??? and hanji says hell yes we studied together since we were children :D and just because i am huge huge erumike trash lemme say that mike got a lil part bc they needed ensemble members and he got to play grantaire so yeah enjoy both e/R and erumike there we go erwin gets to act with his boyfriend!! and they both watch levi and hanji during rehearsal and see how they obviously pine for each other but are far too oblivious for their own good so they decide here and there that they must get those two together bc it’s exHAUSTING to watch them stare lovingly into each other’s eyes and hold hands and kiss and then brush it off saying “it’s just acting we literally have to play a couple”

anyway the day of the show is here ladies and gentlemen levi is nervous af but doesn’t show it, he has to act like a lovesick fool in front of the whole school, the students, the teachers, the parents, EVERYONE and oh my god i hate it here might become his gratuation quote but all he needs is hanji backstage who squeezes his hand and whispers “can’t wait for you to sweep me off my feet shorty” which is extremely cringy but hanji did it on purpose just to see levi get embarassed and he does lmao so yeah the show goes amazingly! levi went flat a few times on the higher parts but it’s totally normal bby’s not trained and he did great everyone praise the birthday boy he deserves it

it’s after the show that things get a lil sad for our boi bc now he doesn’t have to rehearse anymore and is afraid that hanji won’t spend time with him anymore bc the show’s over :(( but fear NOT hanji plans on glueing herself to his side for the rest of the schoolyear and until they graduate and even after that and years later they’ve graduated college they’ve been living together for a while and they go to see the actual show on bway done by professionals and hanji acts weird all evening and OH as they’re going home she stops in the middle of the streets and whips out two lil matching rings,,,,,,, and says the cringiest cheesiest fucking thing in the world that has levi groaning and facepalming,,,,,, hanji says “will u be the marius to my cosette” and yeah levi just sighs and puts the ring on his finger and they smooch under the moonlight aw isn’t that CUTE and they lived happily ever after victor hugo is smiling down at them from the afterlife and patting himself on the back for helping them get together

NOW THERE’S TOO MUCH FLUFF AND I NEED ANGST TO BALANCE IT OUT so imagine this is also a reincarnation au and whenever levi sings “empty chairs at empty tables” he gets a weird feeling in his stomach and he gets really emotional singing “oh my friends my friends forgive me that i live and you are gone, there’s a grief that can’t be spoken, there’s a pain goes on and on” and “oh my friends my friends don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for, empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more”?? He blames it on the character getting to him too much but then he sees the scene where the students sing drink with me and the lyrics “drink with me to days gone by, can it be you fear to die, will the world remember you when you fall, could it be your death means nothing at all, is your life just one more lie” sound really familiar and resonate with him somehow as if he heard similar words somewhere else already, he sees erwin playing enjolras and being a commander giving orders and singing “let others rise to take our place until the earth is free”, he sees the scene where all the students get shot at the barricade and die one by one and he feels his head pulse and he has the strongest feeling of deja-vu and suddenly everything goes black and he wakes up in the infirmary with a very worried hanji sitting on a chair beside him and he really can’t explain what happened except that he feels like he just woke up from a very long dream and he feels like he fought through a battle and hanji just waves it off as him taking the stanislavski technique a bit too seriously for a high school play but the feeling doesn’t really ever go away and sticks with him even years later whenever he hears les mis being mentioned

#levihan

42 notes · View notes

springalwayscomes · 3 years

Text

Cheesy

Plot: Quarantined Christmas with you makes Yoongi realize how incredibly smitten he really is for you... ew, cheesy.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1.4k

Author’s Note: This is the first fic of this project, I hope you’ll like it. I wish you all happy holidays, don’t forget to take care of yourself during this time and spend it with your family, consider this project as a Christmas gift.

«Please, stop» Yoongi complaints, his monotone and the way he tries to keep a straight face only makes you want to tease him more as you smile with your face sunk into his chest. It’s luck for him that you’re not actually watching him as his cheeks redden a little, but the way you’re making his heart flutter scores a point for you.

«Y/N...» he stretches out the last letter of your name, closing his eyes shut as he furrows his brows, lips pouting. You slightly lift your head looking at him, a big smile already on your features.

«See? You’re so cute» your “aegyo” voice makes him cringe even more, but deep inside he’s melting as you bring your hand to his cheek once more. This time he’s faster than you and blocks your fingers before they reach the softness of his flesh, his long ones wrapped around your wrist.

«You’re unbearable» he complaints once more, dark cat eyes staring deeply into yours. You wriggle your fingers in the air at the comment and he can’t help but smile -just the slightest- ; the movement it’s so little that nobody else could even notice.

«I am not, you’re just trying to keep a straight face,» you chuckle at him trying to look at you with his usual bothered and cold expression, but really can’t «I see your smile»

Yoongi’s expression doesn’t change, not even a bit.

«I’m not smiling» he lets out, monotone.

«You are,» you fight back «I can see it from your eyes»

Yoongi’s lips slightly fall open at the secret you just revealed him, amazed. He’s been trying to understand how the hell you’re able to discern such a small difference in his expression for a long time, sometimes even thinking about it at work. Crazy, right?

«My eyes?»

«Your eyes,» you smile more «I don’t know what it is, but I can perceive it from them»

«You’re kidding»

«I’m not,» you shake your head «I can see it»

Yoongi’s hold on your wrist gets limper and limper until he’s eventually not holding it anymore, his hand now falling on his chest as he looks at you from down and yours chasing it.

The sight makes his heart skip a beat, but he’d never say it out loud, he’s not good with his feelings. He only knows that when you’re with him he feels the happiest version of himself, the better version of himself. You motivate him and make him feel free of any judgment, he feels free. Looking at you in his big red Christmas jumper on Christmas Eve, all happy and joyful, makes his mouth water. Is it cheesy to say he’s in credibility smitten with you? Yes, it is. Oh, so cheesy. At this point, he doesn’t even care anymore, he knew it since the first time he looked at you that you were going to be the end of him. See? Cheesy. You make him cheesy, Christmas makes him cheesy.

«Cheesy» he complaints out loud, nothing more than just a whine.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, and it’s only now that he realizes his thoughts slipped out of his mouth.

«What?»

The next whine that escapes his lips makes your level of interest skyrocket, and Yoongi knows that now he can’t really escape anymore.

«My thoughts» he simply answers, still looking at you from the soft pillows of the sofa. Why is he even trying to hold back? You’re going to make him answer in a second.

«What do they say?» your hand slowly travels from his chest to his cheek once again, trying to not make him ward off.

The frown that follows on his face is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

«Don’t make me say it» he whines again.

«Oh,» you mock «were you admiring me?»

Your fingers finally reach his cheek and Yoongi feels his body incredibly relaxed at the feeling of your touch on his skin, even though he tries to hide it.

«Stop it»

«I can’t, you’re just so cute when you’re frustrated» you chuckle at him, staring at his face as it changes from frustration to a clearly readable I’m done with this woman, the Santa hat he’s wearing makes it all even more adorable.

«I want to squeeze your cheeks so tight» you pout, voice changing into the one of a five years old girl.

«Please don’t» he furrows his eyebrows and narrows his eyes, but it’s too late. You’re already squeezing his flesh and Yoongi wants to die inside, because even though he feigns that he doesn’t like it, the way you’re smiling at him - because and for him - only makes him want to be your squishy prey forever.

«What do they say?» you pout, lowering onto his face as you give his cheeks a little break. Yoongi shakes his head.

Sometimes you’d like it to be easier, you’d lie if you’d say you never think about how it would be if he were a little more open about his feelings. Maybe he’d tell you more I love you’s or other cheesy words, but at the end of the day, you’d never switch him, not even for a different version of himself. Yoongi being like this makes you want to fill him with love even more, it makes you want to always remember him how much he means to you, how much important he is. Indeed, you’re the cheesiest in the couple. You always feel the need to show him affection because of his nature, always trying to be as cold as ice, but the fact is that with you he melts everyday a little bit more. He just doesn’t like to show his fragile side, but you know that deep inside him the ice that was there before is already water and now it’s just becoming warmer and warmer. It will boil at some point, some day.

«Cheesy things»

«Like the ones I always tell you?» you whisper, placing your hands on his chest and your chin over them. Your eyes seem to sparkle as you look at him, and Yoongi thinks that not even the lights coming from the Christamas tree shine as bright. See? Cheesy.

«Kinda» his arms wrap around you as he shifts his gaze to the ceiling, desperate to not let the words slip out.

«Just tell me one» you pout, your fingers back on his skin, but this time tapping on his chin to win his attention back.

He grunts, but when his eyes meet yours something inside him burns and melts even more. It’s easy to give up with your eyes on him.

«Can I just tell you “I love you” and wrap it like that?» he air quotes.

«Not like that» you scoff. Silence creeps in as he pouts at you, you end up closing your eyes as you listen to the fire crackling beside you, leaving your words without any answer. His breath is calm and even, the touch of his fingertips on your hips always present. You love it, being like this. Even if usually you spend Christmas Eve with your family or friends - sometimes both -, it feels good. More than good, actually. Being free and comfortable at home with Yoongi feels different and so incredibly right, it almost makes you want to spend every Christmas like this.

«I love you,» his low voice breaks the silence and somehow you can even hear the feelings in his chest as he speaks to you «and I like when you’re in my jumper»

Well, the last part almost sounded as if he was on his way to the guillotine, but who the hell cares, we can work on it. If only you had your eyes open when he said it you would have seen him with his shut, trying as much as he could to blurt those words out for you because he knows that you need to hear them as much as he does from time to time. Now that you open them and see his eyelids closed and the shadow of his lashes projected on his cheek bones your heart flutters just like the flames of the fire.

«Thank you» you whisper.

«I love you»

Yoongi’s arms hug you even tighter to him if it’s possible, his lips pecking at your forehead and then at your hand tell you all the things he’s not good at expressing: he loves you, endlessly. And you know it, and he knows that you know too, only he finds himself having a hard time every time that he has to say it out loud, he’s not used to show his fragile side.

«I want to give you so much love,» you say under your breath «every time you struggle with your feelings. I want to hug you and squeeze you so tight»

Yoongi’s heart is fluttering, his body is lighter and his hold on you increases even more as if to say Please, do it.

You lightly snort, «I don’t know why-».

«I want a kiss,» he cuts you off, his beautiful cat eyes staring deep into your soul and creating holes «will you kiss me?»

Will you give me all that love you’re talking about?

Your lips meet his faster than light, his needy to feel love and you needy to give it.

Best Christmas Eve ever, Yoongi thinks.

Ew, cheesy- fuck it.

Life Goes On Project Masterlist

39 notes · View notes

shuahoonie · 4 years

Text

everyday. [tom holland]

PAIRING: college!tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: somebody call disney because you and tom met in the cheesiest way possible. karaoke was involved. so was high school musical. you could say it’s pretty meta.

WARNINGS: swearing, i think? some alcohol. hella fluff yall. like sickly fluff.

WORD COUNT: 2639

SONG INSPO: everyday (from disney’s high school musical 2) - troy & gabriella

A/N: hiya babes! get ready for a long ass note! first off, with everything that’s happening around the world, i hope that you guys are safe and you’re taking good care of your health!! i’m sorry if i’ve been away for quite a while, i’m really trying to be better at this.

anyway, wrote this lil’ imagine for you guys since i can’t get this concept out of my head. i based it off on the tiktok that i saw and i just couldn’t help but write about it. i hope this piece provides a short distraction, something that we need from time to time. thanks and enjoy!

stay informed. stay safe. wash your hands, people!

(also, the next chapter for the “you” series is still under works and i’m not entirely sure when that’ll be up. hopefully by the end of this week!!)

gif credits: @loooo-lou

vanessa’s masterlist

“It’ll be fun, Y/N,” Your friend Kimmy said with a huge smile, dragging you to the student lounge located on the west side of the campus.

"You’re just saying that because you’re part of the organizing committee,” You mumbled as you tried to hold on to your binder full of this week’s readings.

You were basically camping in the library the whole day as you tried to conquer the list of things that you had to do for the whole week. You were already knee-deep with your readings just for that research paper from one of your psych classes alone so what more from the other classes right?

It was already a rough couple of days for you and you definitely needed this as a break-whatever this is. Kimmy was basically doing you a favour.

“Okay, but you like High School Musical that’s why you had to go.” She pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I enjoy it,” You stressed, “To say that I like it would be an exaggeration.”

“Bitch, please” Kimmy snorted as you two found an empty booth at the lounge. “You can practically quote the whole trilogy and you can sing the songs like ABC’s.”

You just glared at her and made yourself comfortable, “This better be worth it, Kim. I am losing sleep because of my research paper and I can’t spend my spare time doing other things.”

“Honey,” Kimmy gasped as she put both her hands on top of your shoulders “Are you even hearing yourself? You know you can take a break, right?! No, actually you have to take a break.”

You sighed and just succumbed in defeat as your friend clasped her hands in excitement. “This is going to be great, Y/N.” She said in glee. “The org’s providing dinner tonight so you don’t have to worry about that. Also, we have karaoke set up and you can win at least a £50 gift card if you scored like a 90 and above.”

“Wow, free dinner and a gift card?!"

“The org’s also serving alcohol if you really want to take an edge off,” Kimmy winked giving you a light nudge.

“Now, there’s alcohol? Why didn’t you lead with that, you bitch!” You gasped, jokingly.

Kimmy rolled her eyes, “Okay, I’ll get back to you later. I have to check with the others if the food’s ready.”

“Mkay,” You murmured as you pulled out your readings and took out your stack of sticky notes. “I mean, I think I can squeeze a bit of reading.”

You tried to do a bit of your reading but with how they set up the lighting at the lounge, it was nearly impossible. They dimmed the lights and set up a few red lights in the corners of the lounge, the red popping out and setting the tone for the whole event. Fairy lights were put out as well, giving enough light to see the decorations that they did.

It was High School Musical themed so you did expect a whole lot of red and white colours popping every now and then. Boy, you were definitely feeling the wildcat spirit.

Knowing well enough that you weren’t going to accomplish any of your research work, you made the decision to scroll on your phone. After spending a good few minutes scrolling on Instagram, you’ve decided to take a quick video to post on your Instagram story.

You posted the story with the caption saying: “high school musical karaoke night! @/kimmydelacruz thnx also u have to sing with me, i can’t possibly do it myself.”

Kimmy was in the kitchen when a pair of arms snuck its way and were wrapped around her waist, “Hi babe, you okay?”

“’m okay, love. Don’t worry,” Kimmy replied as she viewed her friend’s story, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Hey, Haz, did you manage to bring in more people?”

“Uh, not a lot. Tom and a couple of mates from my kinesiology class are here though,” Harrison settled his chin on the crook of Kimmy’s neck. “What’cha watching, babe?”

“Oh, it’s just Y/N’s story. She posted about our HSM-themed karaoke night and she wants me to sing with her, hoping that she can claim that gift card.” Kimmy replied as she continuously tapped on her phone, skipping a lot of stories from other people.

Harrison hummed, “Babe, you know we can’t participate right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know, Tom really wants that gift card too, he wouldn’t stop saying how he would risk his reputation for that 50,” Harrison pointed out. “Tom’s gone mental, I’m telling ‘ya.”

Kimmy locked her phone and shoved it in the back pocket of her jeans. She turned to Harrison with a smirk playing on her face. “Haz, my love, has Tom ever met Y/N before?”

Harrison took a good look at his girlfriend, he knows that devious smile anywhere. “Babe, what are you planning?”

“You are the music in me,” A couple was on stage, trying their shot on the karaoke. The karaoke was now jumbling to flash the scores, the couple were both waiting in anticipation.

“A bloody 81?” The girl yelled, appalled. She was trying to pull a serious face but a laugh was threatening to come out. “I have harnessed my vocal cords for this and all I got was a bloody 81?”

The crowd couldn’t help but laugh at her comment. Their singing wasn’t bad, “maybe it was just the machine” as they said.

“Why don’t you give it a go, mate?” Harrison nudged Tom, who was taking a sip of his beer. Harrison dropped by to check up on his mates when he found Tom, who was sitting at one of the booths along with a couple of mates from class.

“Haz, mate, are you sure you want me to go up there?” Tom asked, laughing. “Might I remind you that you were the same person who practically begged me to not embarrass you in front of people.”

“Yeah, ’m starting to regret even saying a mere word,” Harrison muttered to himself. “But I know you're not one to turn down karaoke, let alone have the opportunity to get £50 along innit,” Harrison said, placing a hand on Tom’s shoulder.

“Alright, c’ mere, mate.” Harrison stood up and walked towards the karaoke machine. He punched a couple of numbers to a song and gave Tom the mic.

“Mate, you are making a big mistake.” Tom chuckled, happily grabbing the mic. As soon as Tom saw the song that was playing on the screen, he quickly pressed the ‘pause’ button and grabbed Harrison’s arm before he left the stage “Mate, hold on, this is a duet.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Oh, so you know, do ‘ya?” Tom mocked. “Well, come on, mate. I am not going to sing this alone, ‘cause ‘ya know, a duet means two people.” Tom laughed, doing an impression of Sharpay’s infamous line. Tom loves binging the High School Musical movies and he isn’t afraid to say that.

“Absolutely not, mate,” Harrison stressed, making Tom raise his brow. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way, Tom, but there’s no way I’m singing tonight. Why did you think I volunteered to be part of the organizing committee?”

“Uh, because you couldn’t say no to Kim?” Tom countered.

“That and I’m not allowed to participate. Mate, if you want to win the gift card, you would have to find someone else to sing up here with you,” Haz explained.

Tom let out a sigh, “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” Harrison pointed out jokingly.

“Alright, but who am I-” Before Tom even got the chance to finish his sentence, Harrison quickly left the stage. He looked over at the table where his friends were and asked, “Connor, mate, do you want to sing up here with me?”

Connor shook his head insanely fast. “Absolutely not, Tom. Have you forgotten that I am tone-deaf? I do not want to embarrass myself in front of people.”

Tom turned towards Brandon and he shook his head as well. “Mate, I only came here for the food and drinks, remember?”

“Great,” Tom muttered. He looked around the crowd, trying to figure out if he even wants to even push through this at all.

“You still doing okay, Y/N?” Harrison asked as soon as he approached you. You just saw Harrison walk off stage after he finished talking to some guy who was about to sing.

You gave him a nod as soon as you took a sip of the hard lemonade that they were serving at the bar. “Shouldn’t be drinking, but I really wanted one so...” You trailed off as you raised your cup at him. You wanted a drink but not something that would give you a headache after.

“Eh,” Harrison shrugged. “You deserve to relax from time to time. Heard from Kimmy that you’ve been stressing a lot on that research paper of yours.”

“Thanks,” you muttered. Harrison quickly excused himself, saying that Kimmy was looking for him, which you just dismissed him anyway.

You were scrolling on your phone when you heard someone clear their throat. “Sorry, but have you seen Harrison?”

You looked up and made contact with a gorgeous pair of brown eyes. He was the same guy who was on the stage not too long ago. You recognized him from the photos that Harrison posts on his Instagram.

One drunken night, you were sitting next to Kimmy as she mindlessly scrolled through her boyfriend’s photos on Instagram. You both came across the photo of Harrison and his friends, sitting at a luxe sofa, assuming that they were at an event. Harrison was sitting next to his friend who was wearing a white button-up shirt, his legs sprawled. This was the same night you admitted to your best friend, that you found Harrison’s friend cute.

Well, he looks cuter up close.

“Uh, yeah, he just left and said that he has to meet Kimmy. Think they’ll be back quick though, I practically begged Kimmy to sing with me on stage.” You explained.

He nodded understandingly. “You here for the 50 quid?” He asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Yeah, I’m in university and am broke. I’d do anything for that 50.”

“Oh, I hear ‘ya,” He laughed “However, I do remember Haz telling me that the organizers aren’t allowed to participate though.”

“You’re kidding,” You said in disbelief. This was news to you as you were really looking forward to singing up there and getting that prize money. Well, you were looking forward to singing with someone to get that prize money.

“I’m afraid not, darling.” He chuckled. “Trust me, I asked Harrison to sing with me as well.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” You muttered. Well, tonight could be worse. At least you had a free meal.

“Hold on, what would you say if we both get up there and sing?” He asked with a bright look on his face.

“Are you joking?” You asked, taken back with the idea that a stranger (sort of) is asking to sing with you.

“Absolutely not,” He insisted “It’s not like we have anything to lose-”

“Besides my dignity” You claimed.

“C’mon,” He laughed “If anything, we can only gain from this moment.”

“Which is?”

“That prize money,” He listed off using his fingers. “A night to remember,” He continued.

You nodded after every point until he said, “Maybe romance?” He suggested cheekily.

“Shut up,” You murmured shyly, feeling your cheeks burn. You took a minute before you grabbed your cup of hard lemonade and finished the rest of your drink. “Alright, loverboy, c’mon.”

You stood up and followed the stranger to the karaoke machine. You couldn’t believe it, you’re actually singing with someone you don’t know.

He handed you a spare mic before he pressed the ‘play’ button and not long after, you heard the intro to the song that brought you nostalgia.

“Once in a lifetime, means there’s no second chance

So I believe that you and me, should grab it while we can,” He was looking at the screen to guide himself with the lyrics and started singing, surprising you that he had a wonderful voice.

He was becoming more and more attractive to you and you didn’t even know his name.

“Make it last forever and never give it back,” You sang into the mic, reading off the screen as well. You know this song by heart so god knows why you’re all of a sudden reading off the screen.

This was a whole new experience for you. You usually do karaoke in a private room with a couple of very close friends, and this is the complete opposite: you were singing in public with a stranger.

“Because this moment’s really all we have,” Your voices melded together smoothly, which shocked you if you were being honest. It’s as if you were both meant to sing together.

“Every day of our lives,” He was now facing you, stepping a bit closer to you.

“Wanna find you there, wanna hold on tight,” You faced him and did the same thing as well, taking a step closer to him.

“Gonna run,”

“While we’re young and keep the faith,”

“Every day,” He took another step closer. “From right now, Gonna use our voices and scream out loud.”

“Take my hand,” You sang, holding out your hand. At this point, you were convinced that the spirit of Gabriella Montez has taken over your body. Y/N Y/L/N would never be this bold.

He gladly took your hand, a smile was permanently painted on his face, “Together we will celebrate.”

“Oh, every day.”

The instrumental kicked in and you two were really feeling the music when he leaned over into your ear and said, “Never would’ve pegged you to know this song, darling.”

You laughed softly and said, “I should be the one saying that.”

You two carried on singing, having an absolute blast. Never in a million years would you have imagined for this moment to happen, it felt too good to be true.

“Every day,” You both sang the last line with your faces in close proximity. How did this happen? Maybe it was the alcohol? Maybe you two were just so into it that it felt right? No one knows.

As you two were waiting for the karaoke machine to show your score, the guy leaned in and said, “Darling, I don’t think I even got your name.”

“Y/N,” You said with a smile and offered your hand.

“Y/N” He repeated with a warm smile, shaking your hand. “What a lovely name, darling, I’m Tom.”

“It was a pleasure to sing with you, Tom.” You said, laughing softly.

Tom brought your hand up to his lips, “Oh, trust me, darling, the pleasure is all mine.” He disclosed placing a gentle kiss on the top of your hand, leaving your cheeks burning.

Maybe you and Tom were so into the moment that you didn’t even realize that Harrison and Kimmy joined you on stage. “Alright, give it up for tonight’s real-life Troy and Gabriella!” Kimmy yelled to the crowd, in which they happily obliged and gave you and Tom a thunderous cheer.

“Okay, lovebirds, in case you didn’t notice-which I know you didn’t,” Harrison pointed out “You two scored a 91, so here are your gift cards.” He handed you both a gift card each.

“Use it well.” Kimmy teased, in which you rolled your eyes and nudged your best friend.

“Well, I guess this is our start of something new, huh?” Tom whispered in your ear, a teasing smile playing on his face.

TAGLIST: (if u guys are interested hehe)

@thomasthetankson @autty0314 @marvelous-tswiftfan @averyfosterthoughts @theolwebshooter @jackiehollanderr @sltwins @herondalescecilys @notjustpenandpaper @ihopethatwemeetinanotherlife @gothicwidowsworld @heartofholland @stxfxniexreads @peruvian-bae @hollands-osterfield @thenoddingbunny-blog @galacticstxrdust @sweartomendes @itsjstz @muade-mua-de @hayoosh2

144 notes · View notes

wild-west-wind · 4 years

Note

Canadian scifi tv shows is so specific pls elaborate I need new things to watch

Okay some of these are fantasy shows, and some I watched years ago and cannot attest to whether they are good now. I’m going to bold the really good ones, and I left out some like X Files that moved to LA after a while. Without further ado, all the Canadian sci fi and fantasy shows I ever loved:

Continuum: Future cop learns that socialism is actually not as bad as her uber-capitalist society said

Sliders: It’s the 90s and Gimli from LotR plays a man who travels to different parallel universes with all his grad students (I think that’s the conceit, I watched this one like 13 years ago so I’m fuzzy)

Stargate SG-1: There’s some military bullshit, but basically 3 very attractive people and McGyver use a space portal to fight evil parasitic ancient Egyptian worm fascists, and later they fight gods. I absolutely love this show, but season one is...rough.

The 4400: Okay this one probably didn’t age well (LOT of Homeland Security bullshit) but 4400 people who disappeared over the course of the last century suddenly reappear all in one place, and the government has to figure out how to deal with that, and also figure out what happened.

Battlestar Gallactica: Great reboot, very post-9/11 military ra-ra, but it also does a really good job of saying “look but for real this shit only causes more problems later.” Great show, I named my old pickup truck “Battle-car Gallactica,” and I kept repeating quotes from the show when I crashed it. I wrote a 7 page essay about it and the concept of the self in 12th grade English and got a flat 100% on it. Turn it off 2 minutes before the end of the last episode.

Eureka: Cheesy fun sci-fi procedural in a secret town where everyone in town is a mad scientist. The main dude’s kid was in my Zoo Camp class and he’s a handful, but dude is a good dad. Gets weirder and less good later on.

Reaper: A slacker twenty something learns that his parents sold his soul to the devil, but also the devil might be his dad? The closest place to hell in the world is the DMV. Very silly procedural nonsense. Probably not as good as I remember. Does not have a good ending.

Caprica: BSG prequel that is SO INTERESTING but not great. Everyone lounges and smokes cigarettes and does terrible things.

Sanctuary: I think was about like a home for supernatural beings, and they also fight bad supernatural beings? I watched every episode of this and I loved it but tbh I don’t think it made any sense.

Warehouse 13: Disgraced secret agents hunt down magical artifacts imbued with power by their proximity to famous intellectuals throughout history. Very silly.

Lost Girl: The worst show I’ve ever rewatched three times. Just, wretchedly bad. the worst. It’s just. It’s wild.

Orphan Black: You know it.

Dark Matter: A bunch of people wake up on a space ship with the cheesiest pun name with complete amnesia (or do they?) and have to figure out what happened, why, and how to function in the world while making peace with the people they were, and are now. Good show, MASSIVE cliffhanger ending.

Travelers: Agents of change from the future have their consciousnesses sent into the bodies of people who are about to die, so they can then change the course of history and stop the apocalypse. This has all the great Canadian Sci Fi staples like slow burn ambiguous worldbuilding, warring factions with the same overall goal but different ideas about how to do it, treachery, a perfect lovable character who you know will get hurt physically and emotionally by this all and you just hate to see it.

Wynonna Earp: The descendants of Wyatt Earp are cursed to kill the reincarnated spirits of every man he killed with a giant gun. Every time an heir dies, the revenants all come back to life, and hunt the heir in the hopes of stopping the cycle. Things get more and more wild the longer you go and Wynonna has a cool sister and one of them ends up being queer but it’s not the one you expect. Coming back for a fourth and final season soon-ish.

Honorable mention, a show that fits this vibe but it’s australian:

Farscape: An American Astronaut gets lost in space and has to live with a bunch of Australian aliens including: A giant Spider, very dusty lady, tiny Jabba the Hut who is also a deposed dictator, blue lady, grandma from the Addams family, what if orcs were dogs?, and just a human lady. Many of the aliens are amazingly advanced puppets made by the Jim Hensen company. Bonus for two of these actors later joining Stargate SG-1.

#this is a lot #meraxes-of-new-albion

19 notes · View notes

lunalovefics · 5 years

Text

kiwi

pairing- draco malfoy x reader

requested ? yes !

summary: 5 years after the battle of hogwarts you’re not only married to draco malfoy but now find out your pregnant

warning: none :)

(anyone who gets the title leave a comment, first person to get it right gets a follow and shout out!) ——

“(y/n)?” I heard Draco call out, I had now been in the bathroom for 20 minutes at the least and i’m sure he was getting worried.

“In here!” I responded hearing the door open shortly after, my head still leaning on the toilet in front of me as it had been all morning.

I felt him gently lift my hair out of my face holding it back trying to give me some comfort, but even the slightest movement set me off. I hadn’t thrown up this much since I was still in Hogwarts and someone had managed to sneak one of those Weasley twins’ puking pastels in my tea.

I leaned back into Draco’s chest to exhausted for anything else, “I must have gotten food poisoning at some point.”

“Again?” he questioned quite worriedly.

I could only nod, smiling nervously hoping he bought it.

“Maybe we should just go to the doctor.” he started before I cut him off.

“No i’m fine really.” I tried to reassure him. “You’re going to be late for work if you don’t hurry.”

He protested for quite a bit saying he wasn’t going to go while I was here sick, but of course I wasn’t going to let him call in and get in trouble on my account. After a bit of of pouting he finally agreed to go on the condition I would call if I needed him for absolutely anything.

When he left however I immediately called my best friend, Hermione. Luckily she was there in less than 5 minutes.

“You would think after all these years I would be used to traveling by floo powder.” she said balancing herself for a moment before making her way over to me placing a hand on my forehead.

”You don’t feel very warm.” she started, “How long has this been going on.” sounding almost frantic and still looking a bit sick from the traveling I lead her over to the couch.

“Mione you just got here take and minute to catch your breath.” I laughed having her sit down, waving my wand as a tray of tea floats in sitting itself on the table. “Sugar?”

“Two please.” she grinned, nodding.

Now that we had both us our tea and calmed down for a moment, my stomach especially, we could go over everything that had happened. I had an idea of what was going on but to say the idea of it worried me would be the understatement of the year. And if I was correct I was sure I would want her here with me.

Ever since our first year at Hogwarts she had been a rock for me, it was as if we were soulmates, destined to be best friends. We never failed to support each other, even when I first started to see Draco, someone who she very much hated. There was some bickering at first of course but once she had saw how much he changed and how happy we were together she became our biggest supporter.

We healed together after the battle of Hogwarts and she was even the maid of honor at mine and Draco’s wedding, needless to say I trusted her with absolutely anything and right now I needed someone I could trust.

“Now what I’m about to tell you might be a bit...shocking to say the least.” I began slowly working my way up.

“Oh no.” her face took a turn. “The last time you started a sentence off like that you told me you were dating Malfoy.”

Damn. She’s good.

“Well this definitely has something to do with Draco.” I sighed.

“What did he do? Do I need to march down to the ministry and kill him?” this is why I loved her.

“No, nothing like that!” I laughed before deciding I just needed to get it out. “I think I might be, well, pregnant.”

The look on her face was full of shock, relief, and to my surprise excitement.

“(y/n)! This is wonderful news! As much as dislike Malfoy’s entire gene pool.” she giggled placing a hand on my stomach. “Have you told him yet?”

“Merlin no, I’m not even sure yet, a part of me doesn't even want to know if i’m right.” I sighed running a hand through my hair.

Of course I wanted a family with Draco, and I was beyond excited at the idea of having a baby. But now that it was a reality I was terrified. I didn’t know the first thing about raising a child, what if i’m a horrible mother?

On top of all of that the vomiting was really starting to get to me.

“Say you are right. Just think about how loved that baby will be, think about how much joy he or she would bring you both.” smiling softly, she never failed to reassure me. She was right, as always.

I let out a sigh of relief, “I guess we better go to St.Mungos, get a definitive answer before I give Draco a heart attack for no reason.”

“Well if you are pregnant you won’t be able to travel by port key or floo powder, so it looks like we’ll be enjoying a nice train ride.” Hermione grinned as I left to get some proper clothes on.

“Let’s hope I can make it there without vomiting on everything in sight.” I called out.

“How long have you been throwing up anyways?” she questioned.

“On and off for a couple weeks now, why do you ask?”

“And Draco just hasn’t noticed anything?” she asked both concerned and confused.

“I may have had “food poisoning” a couple times now.” I giggled a bit putting on rather dramatic air quotes, while Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.

”He's just as daft as I Ron.” she sighed shaking her head.

It wasn’t long before we made our way to the station. Though it had been a while since either of us had been on a train, it was actually kind of nice. Instead of the motion of the train setting me off I felt rather relaxed and Hermione and I talked about some of the other symptoms I had been having and how we thought Draco would react. And even more importantly if I was in fact pregnant whether it would be a boy or a girl.

We talked about all the cute baby clothes, and the not so cute maternity clothes. How out friends and family would react, of course we were sure they were going to be thrilled.

By the time we had reached St.Mungos I was starting to grow fond of the idea of having a child, as Hermione had managed to calm any of my fears.

As we sat in a small waiting area I felt myself now anxious of the fact that I may not be pregnant. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, it would mean nothing had to change which I had to admit was a comforting idea. But I now almost felt excited, ready to start a new chapter in my life and in mine and Draco’s relationship. That’s when it hit me. I still wasn’t sure how he would react to all of this.

We talked about having children one day sure but dosent everyone? That didn’t mean he actually wanted them, and so soon? This could be a total bomb shell. I felt my anxieties start to come back as someone walked through the door.

“Mrs. (y/n) Malfoy?” the matron called out before leading us back to a room where we would find out once and for all if my anxieties were true. At this point I wasn’t sure what option I preferred.

As we talked with the Healer and explained everything that had been going on she made sure to reassure me in every way possible before telling us how everything worked.

“Well it definitely sounds as if you’re atleast 3 months along but of course we’re going to check anyways.” she smiled.

Months ?! 3 weeks maybe ? But months ??

It was baffling me that I could have went so long without realizing anything was off.

“Now I’m going to have to prick your finger but what we’re going to do is take a drop of your blood and put it into this potion, if it glows congratulations! You’ve got a little witch or wizard waiting to see the world, if not that’s great too! You’ll have time to either wait until your fully ready or simply try again.” her positivity definitely made both scenarios seems perfectly fine.

Hermione looked at me as I nodded giving the matron my fingers as she held it over the vile. I closed my eyes to nervous to the results no matter what the outcome.

“(y/n).” I could hear the smiled in Miones voice as she placed her hand over mine.

Ever so slowly I opened my eyes seeing the potions glowing as bright a candle, I could feel a tear stream down my face. Engulfing Hermione in a hug grinning ear to ear.

“Now for the hard part.”

—

After discussing the many ways I could bring up the topic we managed to come up with the cheesiest most unoriginal idea possible. And yet it was absolutely perfect. It was now quarter till 6, Draco would be home in no less than 15 minutes. I hugged Hermione thanking her for everything before she made her way to leave before he arrived.

“Don’t forget I want a very detailed owl once everything’s over with.” she smiled taking a bit of floo powder in her hand.

“You already know you’ll be the first person to receive the novel.” I grinned jokingly. “Don’t forget to tell Ronald I said hello!”

She only smiled rolling her eyes before a big wave of green flames took over and just like that, she was gone.

I went to get our tea ready bringing it over to the table in front of the couch, setting it down right next to the gift I got for Draco. Finally able to catch my breath I leaned back into the couch relaxing best I could before I heard the door quietly open behind me.

”Hello my love.” Draco smiled placing a kiss on my forehead before sitting down on the couch next to me loosening his tie.

“How was work today?” I questioned trying to make small talk to nervous to say anything just yet.

“Same as always.” he shrugged. “I couldn’t focus much on anything knowing you were ill.” he frowned placing a hand on my cheek. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Much actually.” I smiled. “Tea?” I offered motioning to the table in front of us.

”That would be perfect.” Draco nodded moving to poor the tea but stopped midway. “Lovely there’s only one cup here” he let out a soft laugh.

“Well I actually got you a new cup.” she smiled holding a small box with a bow on top. He gently took the box from her hand untying the bow.

“Did I forget our anniversary? That’s not today is it?” he asked quite scared, fairly got of guard by the gift.

I giggled at how cute he looked when nervous, “No I just happened to see it and thought of you.” He immediately relaxed opening the box pulling out a mug.

I watched twiddling my thumbs, the anticipation was killing me.

“World’s greatest dad?” Draco questioned visibly confused before laughing, “(y/n) i’m not-“ he started looking up at me before he cut himself off immediately jumping up off the couch.

I was prepared for the worst, bracing myself for the yelling to start but instead I felt hand placed gently on my stomach.

“This better not be some elaborate joke you’ve been planning.” looking down at him and I saw the biggest grin plastered on his face.

“I’m afraid not.” I joked.

“I knew no one could have food poisoning that often.” he laughed, seeing him so happy made me know I was truly okay, running my fingers through his hair I smiled. There had never been a more perfect moment.

*5 months later*

Five months had now passed and my baby bump was now very visible. I had to pee every 20 minutes and I hadn’t worn a pair of jeans in atleast a month but I don’t think I had ever been so happy. Draco and I decided it would be best if I took off work until after the baby was born so I spent most of my time “working” around the house.

Speaking of Draco he was now on high alert. If he wasn’t over protective before he sure was now, not even letting me walk down the stair by myself.

“Draco I’m pregnant not an infant.” I teased, “I can do some things by myself.”

He immediately began to protest, “I know love by while I’m around you shouldn’t have to. You heard what the healer said you need to take it easy.”

As much as I love him fussing over me I hated feeling as though I was unable to do much for myself. He cooked and cleaned all the while still having his job at the ministry. And yet I never once heard him complain, he always had a smile on his face. I almost hated to argue with him but I had to stand my ground.

“She said take it easy- like no heavy lifting, or traveling by port key not act as if i’m petrified.”

Of course it was no use, he was just as stubborn as I was.

”You know I just want you to be safe.” he said pulling me into his chest running his hand over my hair. It really was crazy to think in less than a month this was all going to be over, we were going to have our own little family.

Pushing slightly away from him I sighed, “Of course I do, that’s why I love you.” I smiled beige placing a gently kiss in his lips. “But i’m doing the dishes tonight.”

”Fine, but i’m drying.” he smirked.

“Deal!” I grinned hugging him one last time before turning to exit the room.

“(y/n)!” he called from behind me.

“Yeah Draco?”

“I love you.” he smiled before turning his warm gaze to my stomach. “Both of you.”

#x reader #draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #hp #harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #hp fanfic #hermione granger #magic #slytherin #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #jk rowling

90 notes · View notes

anonymousme86 · 4 years

Text

Spark

So I`m back... Life is busy and that`s my only excuse:0

Chapter 2

After a few days of volunteering to pick up Blue from school, Back lack started asking questions.

« So, are you going to tell me what’s brought on this sudden eagerness to pick my kid up from school every day? I’m assuming it’s not purely for his and my benefit” He said with a sly smirk.

They had been friends since childhood and though Arthur had been his biggest supporter when Blues mother died, it wasn’t really necessary for Arthur to pick the kid up every day.

He knew Arthur too well, there had to be some other reason.

“Ah…it’s a bit silly really.”

When he didn’t elaborate Back lack just looked expectantly at him.

“The other day when I went to pick him up, I ran into this redhead. Well actually she ran into the door I was opening and we got to talking.”

Lack didn’t really need any further explanation after that. Arthur always had a thing for redheads, after all his high school sweetheart had been a natural redhead.

“She was just flawless man; you should have seen her” Arthur gushed.

“So, you’ve been trying to run into her again “by chance” every afternoon?” Lack air quoted sarcastically. Arthur awkwardly scratched his neck and nodded.

“Pathetic” Back Lack chuckled. Arthur slapped him good naturedly on the back of his head.

“How would you even know where to look for her? It’s a big school!”

“When we met, she told me it was her first day so I’m assuming she’s a teacher and I was just…. I don’t know.” He trailed off.

“It doesn’t matter anyway; I haven’t seen her the last few days.”

Sansa pov

By the end of the week, she could already tell she would like it here.

Her colleagues were welcoming and even though they were a rambunctious crew, her students were eager to learn.

“Ready for lunch?” Margaery, another newly hired teacher, stuck her head in the classroom.

“Yep” Sansa liked Margery, even though they were polar opposites.

She was outgoing and opinionated and her sense of humor could make even a hardened sailor

blush.

In the right company, Sansa could be outgoing too but by nature she was a more guarded person than Margery.

“So... Me and some friends are going out tonight and I think you should join us” Her grin was wicked.

“You know when you sport a wicked grin like that it makes me think that you have bigger plans than just a simple night out on the town.” Sansa dryly replied.

“No... It`s just that, you already informed me that you are single and we are going to this amazing bar! Real old pub looking with a pool table and great beer and the MEN….” She dramatically fanned herself, as Sansa rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“The men are gorgeous!”

“Trying to set me up after only a week?”

“Not really but you could use some fun don’t you think?”

“Alright, alright” Sansa agreed.

“When are we going to this hot guy bar anyway?”

Later that evening

Sansa was just finishing getting dressed when her doorbell rang.

When she opened the door the group of girls practically fell into her apartment.

“Hey Red!!! You ready to paint the town uhm...red?” Margery giggled at her own joke.

“I can already tell you’ve started without me” She smiled back.

After introductions they ordered an uber and were off for what Sansa hoped would be a fun girl’s night out.

When they stepped inside Sansa could understand Margery’s enthusiasm about both the pub and the clientele.

The place had a really relaxed atmosphere, and the men in there were good looking.

But for some strange reason, Sansa had not been able to forget the man she almost collided into earlier that week and his deep, velvety voice.

She shook her head and tried to wash his face from her mind, reminding herself that he was just a good-looking guy after all and there were plenty of those here.

Just as she and Margery stepped up to the bar to order she lifted her eyes to meet a set of familiar icy blue eyes.

Well I’ll be damned.

Arthur pov

I am just about the luckiest bastard that ever lived!

There she was again, as he had just filed her away in his mind as a pretty face and nothing more.

Her red hair was down and she had on a sexy green dress, a far cry from the business attire she had on a few days ago.

She looked surprised to see him, and he could see her cheeks turn a bit red as her green eyes met his blue.

Margery, not knowing anything about their previous encounter, simply smiled and ordered them all some drinks.

As he mixed their drinks Sansa could not seem to concentrate on whatever Margery was trying to tell her.

“Am I boring you Sansa?” Margery sounded amused.

«Or is the hottie behind the bar perhaps more interesting to look at?” She whispered discretely.

Sansa blushed furiously at Margery’s words and prayed to god he didn’t hear anything.

When he was done mixing their drinks, he simply smiled at them and they found a table to sit at.

“So, spill the beans sweet cheeks” Margery wiggled her eyebrows and Sansa couldn’t help but giggle.

“There aren’t really any beans to spill, its just I…sort of met him before.”

Margery wasn’t satisfied with that vague answer, so she simply looked at her expectantly.

“On my first day, I ran into the school entrance in a rush and I didn’t look where I was going and I collided with the door just as he was opening it. I made a complete ass of myself.” Sansa rambled on with her face in her hands.

“There, there, all that can be easily fixed. Men are simple creatures. Just saunter over there with a pretty smile and give him your cheesiest pickup line. »

Sansa nearly spit her drink out laughing.

“I can’t do that! He will think I’m insane!”

“Or confident. Men love confident women.” Margery said knowingly.

“Come on Sansa. You could say “I like your shirt. Is it made of boyfriend material?” Or “My hands are cold can I stick them in your pants to warm them up?”

Since Sansa was laughing at Margery’s ridiculous pickup lines, she didn’t notice Arthur approach them both with 3 beers in his hands.

“Or you could just say your beds broken and ask to sleep in mine.” He snickered as he placed the beers on their table.

If possible, he looked even better than he did when they first met.

#Sansa x Arthur #Sansa Stark #fluff #flirting #romance #im sorry this took forever #crackship

7 notes · View notes

bluesora · 4 years

Note

if you were to write how it would be like to fall in love with yourself, like if you were someone else who fell in love with you, how would you describe it? how would you describe yourself, and what would be the things that stand out, and habits that you find endearing?

alnwisjwkxs the way my heart leaped when i saw this in my inbox 🥺💕. firstly, thank you for sending this to me cause i love how deep it got me thinking and i adore answering thought provoking questions/deep topics.

to be honest, i (like many others) have always struggled with self-love and the likes of it, for i never felt appreciated enough to realize the little gems i have in myself until someone pick them up to show me. and so, as much as i would love to describe myself in ways i wouldn’t backspace and delete from the lack of confidence, i would quote what i’ve been constantly told that made me came to love those little pieces of myself as well. (of course, not the exact words but the same meaning.)

“you always know what to say and when to listen.”

“you’re such a crybaby. but it’s to okay cry, because it shows just how compassionate and empathetic you are. the rawness of your emotions may even help those who struggle to find an outlet.”

“you have one monolid while the other is double. that’s weird.”

“only one side of your cheek has a dimple.”

“sometimes you’re too serious, too sensitive. but, it’s because of that, you are able to read the atmosphere, able to detect easily if someone’s uncomfortable.”

“amidst all the strong, dependable self you always try to uphold, you’re still the clumsiest, cheesiest and most childish friend ever. for real. stop trying to be tough when we know you’re just a dumb fragile kid inside.”

i guess i would fall for all these little things i see in myself, for sometimes, i wish someone would come to love me in ways i would love another.

—

tagging yall cause i already did mine: @shishinoya @kitashxnsuke

#🦋.mail

4 notes · View notes

shadesofgreysmythes · 4 years

Text

THE OTHER SHOE DROPS ➝ BLAYSON

TAGGING ➝ Greyson Smythe & Blake Rutherford

LOCATION ➝ Greyson’s house/Blake’s apartment

TIME FRAME ➝ Thursday, February 27th

WARNINGS ➝ Mentions of abuse, rape, and drugs.

NOTES ➝ After Greyson apologizes with a dinner date and Blake stays the night, they get Blake a dog at the shelter only to return to Blake’s apartment to find a note left behind by her abusive ex. Greyson gets her out of there then out of the state.

Last night was probably something out of a movie, after being surprised with a legitimate date and given a dress. Greyson had cooked for the both of them, it was such a sweet notion that Blake wasn’t expecting from him at all. She tried not to let herself get too caught up into it. But of course Greyson was charming and Blake could feel herself falling for him. She stayed the night, and there’s wasn’t anything that seemed out of wack for her. It almost seemed like they were finally getting somewhere. As she woke up the next morning, Blake looked up at the ceiling, sun peaking in slightly. It felt like she was dreaming how wonderful last night was. She turned over to see Greyson still sleeping, it was probably the most peaceful she’d ever see him. Quietly taking out her phone, she snapped a picture before making her way to his kitchen. Making herself a cup of coffee, Blake sat on the couch before Grey’s dog Jersey came and sat next to her. He laid his head in her lap, demanding attention from her. Blake spent the next twenty minutes completely taking under Jersey’s spell, kissing his face and rubbing his ears.

Greyson never would've guessed trying to be romantic would be so exhausting. The set up, the cooking, the in home date itself. It was the most work he'd ever put into something resembling a relationship. Or whatever they were doing. But he was knee deep in his apology tour and there was no backing out now. For his sake at least Blake allowed him to sleep in. It was a little disorienting falling asleep with someone and waking up to an empty bed and he quickly found he'd much prefer to wake up with Blake still in it. Which was new development he was coming to terms with. Pulling on a pair of joggers he followed the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he rounded the corner. Grey snorted at the sight of Jersey lavishing under Blake's attention. He fully understood. "Someone's comfortable," he mumbled. After pouring himself a cup he joined them on the couch, patting Jersey's belly who didn't give Greyson a second glance, too preoccupied with Blake instead. "Sorry, should I go back to bed and leave you two alone?"

"Hey pretty boy," Blake smiled as he joined them on the couch. She snorted and shook her head, "I have room for the both of you, not sure he agrees though." Blake nodded to Jersey who looked content as ever with Blake fawning over him. She giggled and rubbed his belly, watching one of his hind legs start to go, kicking Greyson in the process. "How'd you sleep?" She asked taking the final sip of her coffee. Blake sat there with Jersey and Greyson, her mind wandered to what it would be like if she woke up in his bed every morning. If all their days off could be filled with time with Jersey and coffee. It was amazing just weeks ago they could barely stand to be alone if they weren't working, and now Blake found herself wanting to be near him as much as possible. "I want a dog." She blurted out, she was entirely sure why, but it was true nonetheless.

Greyson rolled his eyes at the nickname but a small smile broke through nonetheless. He hummed and sipped his coffee, squinting his eyes at Blake over the rim of the mug. "Sure, blame the dog. Likely story." He used the palm of his hand to defend his leg from Jersey's kicking which Blake seemed to be having fun egging on. "Funny enough a lot like this," he teased. "You?" All things considered, maybe waking up to a house that consisted of more than just him and his two animals wasn't the worst thing to happen. It was kind of nice. Even more so that it happened to be to Blake who'd someone very quickly made herself a space in his life and slotted right into it. Grey's eyes raised in surprise at her outburst, drawn from his thoughts. A smile immediately started to spread. "Yeah? Today? Right now? 'Cause we can go down and I can get you in with the best tour guide."

It was honestly bullshit how much Blake adored Greyson's smile, she wasn't sure at what point she'd admit that, verbally. But whatever. "If you want my attention, take it don't be a pussy." Blake teased raising her eyebrow slightly. She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. You hogged the blankets. But it was nice." Nicer than she expected and safe. It was too early to bring trauma into it but often times she felt like she was being watched. At least with Greyson anxiety wasn't keeping her up half the night. His excitement made her stomach do summersaults, and Blake knew it was all downhill from here. "I mean, let me shower and look like I didn't just crawl out of the fuckin' gutter. But yeah.. Today. I think I need a little buddy with me at home." It would help with the anxiety, the onset loneliness, but Greyson didn't need to know all of that. "Hm, is that so? What they like?"

Greyson smirked and looked at the floor, licking his lips as he set his mug down on the coffee table. "Alright," he muttered, and in one quick motion was on his foot and scooped Blake up, scooting her over a few feet and putting himself physically between her and Jersey who huffed his protest but didn't do much otherwise. "That's bullshit, I don't hog the blankets. Your snoring sounds like a fuckin' woodchipper. It wasn't terrible I guess." In fact it was warm and Greyson had found himself keeping constant contact with Blake one way or another through the night. He did his best to keep how hype he was to surface level but it was hard when two parts of his life were coming together like this. He liked Blake, that much he had figured out, and he loved dogs and was incredibly proud of the shelter he helped build. The excitement was natural. "I wouldn't say the gutter. An alleyway, maybe. Hell yeah. This is gonna be great." Greyson shrugged one shoulder, moving his head side to side in faux thought for a moment. "Just your type, I think.”

Blake, who was unable to stop herself from giggling, let Greyson move her. She tilted her head to the side nodding as if she really gave a shit. “And yet you didn’t wake me up once so I don’t think it was that bad” She teased. Blake reached out and touched Greyson’s arm, thinking back to their previous night, again. Laying next to someone and not having to leave was calming in a way that made Blake’s heart flutter in a way that almost scared her. Her eyebrows shot up and she inches closer to Greyson, hoisting her leg over and sitting on his lap. “What type is that?” She asked with her hands on his neck rubbing circles into his skin. It was as if there were alarms going off in her head telling her to abort. Every time she looked at him her body would turn numb, she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears and feel it against her rib cage.

That giggle sent a shot of warmth through Greyson’s chest and around his ribs, wrapping him in it. It was already comfortable and familiar in a way that set off alarms he’d been doing his best to quiet down. He simply rolled his eyes at her and conceded because she was unfortunately right. Greyson wrapped an arm around Blake’s waist as she moved, his motions already syncing with hers from the time they’d been spending together. He closed his eyes and hummed, leaning into her touch and huffed a laugh through his nose before saying, “The stuck up, halfwitted, scruffy looking nerf herder,” through a smile. It was easily the nerdiest, cheesiest thing he’d ever said out loud to another person before and if it was anyone else he would’ve never considered it at all. It seemed Blake was having that effect on him. He cracked his eyes open and met hers before nudging Blake with his knee. “Alright, c’mon, get moving. We got a homeless dog to pick up.”

Recognizing the quote Blake rolled her eyes and snorted, hitting Greyson’s shoulder with her hand. “You fuckin’ nerd.” She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t charmed or that Han and Leia’s bickering didn’t remind her of themselves. Blake groaned, to make a show of it of course. “Ugh, fine.” It didn’t take them long to get ready, Blake was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. She was pretty thrilled at the thought of going back to her place with a dog of her own. She tossed her keys to Greyson with a wink. “Take me away pretty boy.”

Greyson snorted as he caught the keys and it dawned on him that Blake was yet to experience his driving first hand. “You’re in for a ride.” was all he said before they left for the shelter. He took as many backroads as he could manage to avoid the majority of LA traffic and despite the fact that he had just enough awareness of stop signs and red lights for a couple near misses, they made it just fine. He parked in the back and took her through the employee entrance into a long empty hall with doors at the end to avoid any madness of the lobby. “It’s gonna get loud once we head in there so gimme an idea of what you’re lookin’ for. I know everyone pretty well. Old, young, chill, maniac?”

Blake might have made a mistake giving Greyson the keys. While they took backroads which she appreciated there was so many near misses Blake thought she was going to have a fit. Despite all that they arrived in one peace, following Greyson, Blake thought over his question. “Huh,” She started, tilting her head to the side. “Doesn’t need to be super young, still a little bit of entertainment, protective..” Her voice trailed off. “I’m also not too picky, I think I’ll know when I meet the one.”

Grey nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Dogs were his number one weak spot and slowly but surely moving up in those ranks was Blake. Those two pieces of his life colliding? Well. Needless to say, this was going to be a time. He wordlessly linked his fingers with hers and guided her to the end of the hall, through a door and into the main kennel area. Immediately a couple dogs sounded off, their excited barking getting others excited. It instantly set a smile on his face and out of habit he reached his free hand out to rub a dogs nose through the bars in the kennel closest to them. “After you,” he gestured down the lane.

As he waned, the level in noise immediately spiked, Blake flinched naturally but was going to force herself to think past it. Walking down the lane Blake was already seeing various dogs wagging their tails and coming towards the gate. Blake made sure to read about each and every one of them, she wanted to know their name and other facts that the shelter provided. She even went as far as to kneel near every dog let them smell her before she looked to Greyson for approval to pet them. Blake always wanted a dog, but was never allowed as a child, and she told herself she was going to get one when she could afford it -- And now she could. While all the dogs were cute and excited and Blake felt them tug at each of her heart strings she didn't feel any sort of connection to them. She was almost discouraged until she came up to one of the last dogs. He was a pitbull mix, with a large blocky head. He had three legs and he wagged his tail the minute Blake walked up to him. His given name was Arnold, which was terrible -- Not that it mattered she'd rename him. He was white and was drooling all over himself, Blake couldn't help but giggle. She kneeled by the gate and waited for him to show her he wanted Blake to pet him. She reached as far as she could, fawning over him. She looked up at Greyson with a wide smile. "I want him." She said as loud as she could over the barking of the other dogs.

Greyson watched with what were probably tiny hearts for pupils as Blake spent time with each dog she passed. Usually people were looking for some of criteria: calm, young, quiet, what have you. But Blake seemed content to know the dogs themselves and not just what info they could provide at a glance. He felt a warmth coat his insides. When she finally voiced her pick, Grey raised an eyebrow. She would always find ways to surprise him that’s for sure. Nonetheless he nodded once, pulled a leash from his pocket, and skillfully opened the kennel and looped it around Arnold’s head who immediately started doing circles around their feet. “C’mon. It’s a lot quieter outside,” he managed to get out over the noise and led Blake by the hand to the opposite side of the room, out a door and into a fenced in area of grass. Once the door shut behind them, he unleashed Arnold and kneeled down, patting him as he passed by and ran around. “He came in pretty banged up. Stray, got hit by a car and had been dragging around a busted up leg for a week. Everyone in the neighborhood was too scared of him til this old guy called animal control. They were gonna put him down but we pulled him in time.” Grey smiled as the dog bounced over and was stuck in Arnold’s almond shaped eyes as he rubbed his ears. “It’s been about four weeks since and he’s perfect.” He turned to Blake, that warm gentle smile still on his face. “You for sure want him?”

Blake tried her best not to be overly exited, but Arnold’s own excitement was adding to her own. Greyson lead them outside, unleashing the pup and let him run around. Blake instantly kneeled and held out her hand when he came running back around. Sitting fully in the grass she listened as Greyson told her the story Blake felt her chest tighten. “That’s so sad.” There was still drool all over him, while Blake was looking at Greyson, Arnold came barreling toward her almost knocked her over. She giggled before rubbing his ears, holding his large head between her hands. “He’s friendly,” he stayed before a moment before leaving to go run in circles again. It wasn’t long before he was just sitting in the grass basking in the sun. “Can I take him home today?” She asked looking at Greyson with a hopeful look on her face.

Greyson shrugged one shoulder and nodded. “It is but he’s here and happy and healthy despite all the bullshit.” It’s part of why he was so drawn to bully breeds in the first place. Their bad rap and resilience. He could relate. Greyson felt an odd sensation run through his stomach. Like when you go over a hill too fast and catch a little air or right before a rollercoaster takes off. Oh. Right. Butterflies. That was new. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah. Of course. Hang on.” Greyson ran inside for few moments and came back with a clipboard and pen. “Perks of your not-boyfriend boyfriend owning the place, you can do your paperwork outside,” he said with a grin as he sat down next to her and passed the clipboard. “Soon as all that’s done he’s yours. All his shots are up to date and shit. Lemme know if you got any questions.”

Blake was pretty sure her cheeks were hurting from how much she was smiling, but her smile only grew when Greyson came back with a clipboard and a pen. She took both in her hand as she started filling out all the paper work; checking her phone to make sure she got it call correct. "My not-boyfriend boyfriend is pretty fuckin' rad for this." She handed them back to him and she turned to Arnold. "You hear that? You're comin' home with me bud!" She was practically on all fours, staring into the face of this beefy looking dog with the widest smile on her face. To some people Blake probably looked crazy, but she didn't care. "He needs a new name for sure. Arnold does not suit him at all." She stated scratching under his chin. "Any ideas?"

Greyson took the clipboard back, went over everything for posterity, and nodded to himself. "I'm rad in general but go off," he said with an eye roll before disappearing again, coming back with a small folder of info about his shots and microchip. He snapped a couple photos before crouching next to the both of them. Greyson snorted and raised one eyebrow in slight disbelief. "Both of my animals are named after places. That really the kind of advice you want?"

She snorted, thinking about Jersey and LA, they weren't terrible names, they were actually kind of cute. Blake hummed before letting herself fall into deep thought. "Chicago!" Blake said excitedly. She looked at Chicago and cupped his face, bringing hers close to his. "That's your new name. Don't you love it?" She asked before wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at Greyson. Part of her felt like a tiny kid in a candy shop, excited and happy. She couldn't remember the last time she had pure joy like this. "God, I have to get so much shit for him now."

"Huh," Greyson hummed, head tilted to the side as he surveyed the dog. "That actually fits pretty well. Nice." He decided then and there he could sit there all day and watch Blake fawn over this slobbery mess of a dog with three legs and be pretty content with his life. It brought back up that sore bruise of a spot called feelings which they'd yet to poke at again. Not that he was about to do anything to change that. "That you do," he said as he stood. "Let's get him outta here and start on that, huh?" he asked, extending one hand down for Blake and offering her the leash with the other.

Blake took Greyson's hand, standing up and taking Chicago's leash in her other hand. They walked back to her car, guiding Chicago into the backseat, Blake went in after him, making sure he was okay and adjusting to the car ride okay. As they got to the nearest pet store, Blake was grinning ear to ear as she walked Chicago up in down the isles getting essentials. A dog bed, bowls for food and water, food, treats, a spare leash and collar, and toys. Blake turning to ask Greyson every so often his opinion on what would be the best for Chicago. The next stop was Blake's apartment, to find a spot for Chicago's bed and to get me settled in. As She made her way towards the front door, Blake unlocked her door and went inside, everything seemed to be just as she left it the night before. Nothing was out of place, but a note on her counter that she couldn't have written herself. Picking up the piece of paper, Blake felt a chill down her spine as she read the words, written by Teller. She could feel her heart beating against her chest as she turned and handed the note to Greyson.

Greyson couldn't have imagined an easier day if he tried. They were finally getting somewhere, falling into step with each other, going about everyday life things without jumping down each others throats or doing 180s. It was nice. He added his input where warranted, joked and laughed and smiled and knew this dog was getting one of the best homes and lives any dog could ask for which really only reinforced the idea that he was doing something good in the world for once. And then the other shoe apparently had to drop. Greyson was just about to leave to let Blake and Chicago get settled in together when he was handed a note. His eyebrows pushed together deeply as he scanned it once, twice, his grip tightening on the paper, crinkling it where his fingers were curling in. His breathing was surprisingly steady a he glanced around the apartment, on the off chance Teller would've had the sack to stick around. "Get back in the car," he got out, his voice barely hiding the anger he could feel bubbling up. "You can't stay here. Let me know what you need, I'll grab it for you, yeah?"

She could barely make out words, worried that Teller was still there. Worried about her safety, not to mention Chicago and Grey's. It took her a moment before she could nod at Greyson's words, Chicago making noises at her feet. "I just need clothes. I can't take all my clothes. I have so much shit here. I --" Her breathing was starting to shorten, her head getting lightheaded. "I don't understand how he's found me. I did so well." Her brows were pushed together, wondering how long he had been watching her for.

Greyson balled up the letter entirely, shoving it in his back pocket and making his way over to Blake. He placed one hand gently on her cheek, leveling his eyes with hers. "Hey, look at me. This isn't your fault. Right now I need you to go back, lock the car doors and wait for me," he said softly as he pressed the keys into her hand. Greyson pressed a kiss to her forehead and watched until she was safely in the confines of his vehicle before he searched her place. He checked behind every closet and door until he cleared the whole apartment. Satisfied, he packed as many clothes as he could into a bag. They could come back another time or, hell, he'd buy her an entire new closet if that was what she needed. Greyson was quickly back out to the car, knocking on the window to let Blake know he was back. He spent the whole ride back to his place taking a few extra turns here and there, to ensure no one was following them, his hand on Blake's the entire time. It didn't feel like he was truly breathing again until the three of them were in his living room where he immediately turned to her again, his mind racing a mile a minute. "Okay. Are you okay? I'm gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear to fuck. First thing tomorrow I'm changing the lock on your door."

All Blake could do was nod, as much as she wanted to make sure her home was safe, the best thing she could do was to do what she was told. The thought of coming face to face with Teller wasn't the best way to spend in her brain. She hadn't seen him in years, after she got out of rehab she made it almost impossible for him to contact her. But of course with The Flash on air, she knew it was harder for her to stay hidden. Once back in the car, Blake locked the doors instantly, she wans't sure how Chicago was able to tell she was distressed, but ever now and again he'd lick her hand to let her know he was still there. It was kind and helped Blake more than she thought it would. Soon Greyson was back with a bag of clothes, she unlocked the door. While they drove back to his house, Blake spent the whole ride with her hand in his. It was the closest thing she could get to feeling completely safe. When they were inside, sitting on the couch, Blake felt drained, confused, and scared. Her mind was racing more than it had in years. She turned to Greyson and shook her head. "I don't know how this happened. I cut off all contact with him after I got clean. I don't know how he found me. He could come back, he could hurt me, my family, you. I don't know what to do." The fear in her voice was causing her to tremble in fear, the thought that anyone she loved would be hurt because of Teller because of her.

Greyson could practically feel how distraught Blake was in his own chest. Empathy, he figured. That was new too. All he could do was slip behind her on the couch and wrap his arms around her completely, enveloping her in himself as physically as he could to convey that she was safe now. Here. With him. "This isn't on you. He's a fucking psycho." Grey rubbed her upper arms slowly, trying his best to soothe her. He could hear how scared she was and it banged around in his heart. "We'll figure it out. We'll do whatever we need to. A restraining order or what the fuck ever. No one's gonna get hurt, B. You're not alone this time." He rested his chin on her shoulder after leaving a few soft kisses there, trying anything to provide little comforts in an impossible situation.

It was hard for her to not start crying, it was all too much. On top of a really great day Teller just had to find a way to make her life incredibly shitty. "How do you know that? How do you know he doesn't know where my mother is, or my best friend, or us. I should've pushed harder for a restraining order. I should done more and now I can't even stay in my own home." Blake's nose began to burn as tears fell down her cheeks, she buried her face into Greyson's chest, feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders. "I thought I escaped him."

Grey couldn't answer at first. Because she was right. He didn't know. Not for sure. He didn't know Teller's intentions beyond the obvious terror he intended to inflict on Blake. He didn't know the guy at all. But he'd be damned if he let that stop him. "That note was meant for you. He's trying to get to you. Call your family and friends anyway, let them know what's going on. Maybe that'll help. You have to stop blaming yourself for what that piece of shit is doing." Greyson immediately adjusted, making circles on her back with one hand while the other caught tears and rubbed her cheek. It just about broke his heart to see her like this, a pang of familiarity ringing through his chest. "I know. And you did. And you will again."

Blake looked at Greyson, part of her felt a pang is embarrassment and shame, it took everything in her not to pull away and shield herself. “Okay,” Blake said finally, she sighed and nodded her head. Closing the distance between them, she tucked her head under his chin, her body still shaking slightly. After a couple moments Blake pulled away, she wiped her eyes and shuffled a bit. “I need to call my mom.” She didn’t give Greyson much time to respond, she was up in a second and out back by his pool. There she spent the next half hour calling her mother and best friend, warning them to be extra safe not sure what Teller knew. Coming back, Greyson was in the kitchen, doing whatever it is he does. Blake walked to the kitchen and leaned against the bar. “I think I need to punch something.” She sighed, while talking to her mother she realized how angry she was. It was no longer fear but annoyance now. “I’ll be back.” Blake added before excusing herself to the gym in Greyson’s basement.

Greyson took it all in stride. He was never sure if his words were right but so far he seemed to be doing okay. Placing another kiss on her head, he laid out soft patterns across her skin with his fingers until she felt alright enough to part ways. He simply nodded and loosened his arms. As soon as she was out of the room, Grey made his way into the kitchen and checked over his shoulder before retrieving the note from his back pocket, giving it another once over. There was no way Greyson was going to sit idly by and wait for Teller to make another move. If he had any idea of the type of thoughts going through this guy's head -- and he was fairly sure he had a good idea -- Teller probably thought he was holding all the cards. Grey was ready to prove him entirely wrong. In the midst of his research, he could hear Blake returning so he quickly pocketed the note again and switched the tab on his phone to Uber Eats. He huffed through his nose at Blake's words. "Been there." Grey considered giving her some space and he did for a few minutes before following quietly, leaning against the doorframe with a towel over his shoulder and a bottle of water in his hand.

Ever since Greyson and her had gotten closer, Blake had taken it upon herself to put on a pair of boxing gloves. Taking her anger out on the bag, the feeling of Teller finding her, putting her life in danger, her loved ones. It was almost all too much for her, But Blake is the one who put herself in rehab, even if Indie was the reason she went; Blake did the work, Blake got clean, Blake started a new life for herself. And now Teller was trying to rip it all from her. The thought of being the victim here was not something she enjoyed. Soon enough, Blake stopped sighing before she turned around and say Greyson. “Hi,” Blake out of breath, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “How long have you been standing there.?”

Greyson watched with intrigue. Blake had taken to boxing about as well as he had and it was nice to have another thing in common. Especially with the root of it being so similar. Not that she knew that. But it was nice for him. She'd been consistently improving and that much was obvious, coupled with her obvious frustration at the lack of control Teller had afforded her with all this bullshit. When she finally noticed him, he hummed and shrugged one shoulder. "Long enough." Greyson crossed the space between them and handed her the water. "Do you feel any better?"

Taking the water bottle from Greyson, she smiled softly before taking a long sip of water, she shrugged before taking another. “I feel like shit.” Blake sighed rolling her neck to side to side before her eyes fell on Greyson. “I feel helpless, like he crawled his way back into my life after all the shit he put me through.” Blake’s grip on her plastic bottle crumbling under her fingers. “I’m pissed. I’m scared out of my god damn mind. And I shouldn’t be. I should be living my life. I should enjoy my day with my new dog, with you. And I’m here wondering how he got my address,” Blake could feel her chest tighten and her blood boil. “After all the shit he put me through. After raping me, after hitting me, after giving me coke he wants to ruin my life again? What did I do deserve that?” Blake didn’t even notice the tears in her eyes, throwing the water bottle on the ground. She let herself fall to the mat, sitting down and cradling her head. “I feel crazy. He makes me feel crazy.”

Greyson was already struggling for kind or comforting words. If that was even what Blake needed right now, he couldn't be sure. Maybe she just needed someone to vent to but he felt stupid just standing there listening. It didn't matter anyway because Blake dropped two brand new, giant pieces of information that left him reeling. He was pretty sure the ringing in his ears was just in his head but it was so loud he couldn't tell. His grip on the towel tightened until his knuckles were white, his jaw was set, and if it wasn't for the fact that Blake was practically in the fetal position on the floor, he'd already be out tracking down Teller's whereabouts. As it were, he had a very distraught, crying girl to tend to. Greyson forced his hands and face to relax though there didn't seem to be much he could do about the slight ringing. Kneeling down besides her and sitting back on his calves, he placed one hand on Blake's back. "What do you need right now, B? Say the word, whatever it is, whatever I can do. Big, small, stupid, genius, I don't give a fuck. You're not that trapped, helpless girl anymore. Don't let him make you feel like you are."

Having him here, did help. It was the first time the only person besides her best friend was able to ease the anxiety, the fear. His touch comforted her in a way she didn’t know it could. Blake nodded and sat up, it was true. She wasn’t helpless anymore, she wasn’t an addict anymore. She fought and fought for the life she had now and she was dammed id Teller was going to try to come back into her life and take it from her. She wouldn’t let him. Blake wiped her nose with the back of her hand, looking at Greyson. She knew the next words that came out of her mouth would surprise him, but he did ask. “I want to go to Disney World.”

Greyson blinked dumbly and huffed a half laugh. “For real?” Whatever amount of things he thought Blake could possibly ask for — a drink, a ride to her best friends house, a boxing session — not once did Disney World cross his mind. Ask and you shall receive, he supposed. He shrugged, arms fully up, and trilled his lips. “Shit, yeah, alright let me get a flight and, uh, pack shit I guess.” Grey already had his phone opened, tracking down flights and starting on accommodations.

“Yeah,” Blake replied, her voice a little shaky from crying and frustrating. “I went a lot as a kid with my best friend and our families. It’s one place I associate with total happiness.” Blake shrugged; not many people knew that Blake was a notorious Disney fan. Already on the phone, Blake calling Indie her best friend. Before she could pick up she looked at Greyson and smiled. “I’m inviting Indie,” She said before listening to Indie mention the girl she had been semi seeing. “And Joey? That’s her name yeah?” Blake asked Indie before looking at Greyson. “And Joey too.”

Greyson didn’t necessarily need an explanation. Right now he was sure he’d give Blake anything she could conceivably ask for but he nodded along nonetheless and smiled. “I can dig that.” Playfully rolling his eyes, Greyson was already changing the flight number to the 3 when the next name out of her mouth had him snapping his head up fast enough to give him whiplash. “S...St. James? Your best friend Indiana is inviting my best friend Joey? Are they... What is my fucking life?” The last part came out in a rushed whisper. He’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t had time to get up to speed with Joey’s life and clearly he missed a lot. “Okay. I got this from here. Four hours enough time?”

After getting confirmation that St. James was Joey’s last name, Blake laughed. “They met at her job or something. We haven’t had a chance to really talk about it?” She shrugged before nodding. “Knowing Indie she’s already packed.” With the promise of Disney World in the very near future she could smile with and ease and put Teller to the back of her mind.

#thread: 006 #thread: blake #thread: the other shoe drops

3 notes · View notes