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ffeynn · 3 years

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How- how did I just discover your blog? I really like the pale blue aesthetic! Anyways, if it's okay, can I ask for the marine bio club taking their shy fem s/o out on an aquarium date please? Thank u! (and mayhaps a first kiss too pls)

「 aquarium date + first kiss with a shy!s/o: marine bio club 」

a/n: ahh thank you for liking the pale blue and also requesting!! and ofc ofc i love them, i hope i at least can make you smile with this! and the words are around 1.8k if im not wrong but still! im sorry that it gets shorter toward the end anonn

pairings: shinkai kanata, hakaze kaoru, kanzaki souma x shy!reader (seperate)

↬ there wasn’t much of a crowd the day you and kanata went to your aquarium date. maybe even the universe wanted for you two to be off in your own little world, not like the both of you haven’t done so. shinkai was the one who asked you out on a date shortly after you were officially announced as a couple.

☆ walking along the entrance of the aquarium, your eyes immediately brightened up in amusement. it’s been a long time since you visited an aquarium so to have kanata bring you here is perfect. “the aquarium looks nice right? looking at the fish heals me.” he said. you nodded in response, excitement awaits you the more you stepped into the place. all of a sudden, a hand holds out toward your direction.

“h-huh?” by his sudden gesture, you find yourself quite flustered. but not wanting to let kanata wait, you timidly placed your hand over him. he intertwined it with a smile flashed at you. “hehe, now we won’t lose each other.” with that said, you walked to your first exhibition, holding hands with your blue haired boyfriend.

↬ watching how his eyes lit up, the way his mouth curved upward by bits, how he interacts with the marine life inside the humongous tank and how they responded to him so naturally, having your first date at an aquarium truly is the perfect way to start off your relationship.

☆ although that doesn’t mean you’re the only one who feels this. kanata loves how amazed you’re at each marine life you saw, how intently you listened to his words about some fishes and also the way you giggle happily because a guppy swimmed to you from your calls. it would be nice if he can take a picture of you right now, sadly his phone is now being repaired.

well it’s alright then, kanata will just save this sight of you in his mind, he’ll make sure he keeps it well. the sight of you waving at his sea friends with a warm smile on your face, blue shades of lighting surrounding you was more than enough for him to never let himself forget this moment.

↬ it’s a shame that you were already nearing the end of the aquarium, your pace had gotten slower as you lightly swinged your hand which was intertwined with kanata’s. the blue haired stopped on his track, pointing to a flapjack octopus, “that’s flapjack octopus, cute right?” he remembered some days before that you wanted to see said octopus in real life. kanata is glad you seemed to forget that their sweet first date is coming to an end, he doesn’t want to see you sad anymore.

☆ your eyes widened slightly at the rare sight of the octopus, you were so excited to be able to see it for the first time. he lets go of your hand and told you to go up closer, you were such a mysterious being, in a lovely way. for him now, seeing you happy is the best view than seeing any other sea friends of his happy!

while kanata too, doesn’t know where his impulse came from but he took a glance at you. without any warnings, he leaned in straight without hesitation until his lips met yours. you frozened up at your place, obviously startled by it. remember how earlier you said you were quite flustered? now you’re beyond flustered.

“ka- kanata.. you..” poor you, too surprised to even say a coherent sentence. you didn’t make an effort to hide the growing shades of roses on your cheek.

“did you.. not like it? maybe that was too sudden.. I’m sorry.” if it wasn’t for the fact that you can easily notice changes on his expression, no one would know that he feels guilty and gloomy for his love gesture just now.

you panicked at your sad lover and his misunderstanding, “wait kanata no! I, I like it very much!” the moment you realized what you just blurted out, you were sure your face was akin to a tomato.

kanata cracked a smile on his face as he replied to your words of assurement, “ehe, I like it very much too.” oh dear, he’s too dangerous for your poor and timid heart. except you won’t mind him making your heart palpitates out of love.

↬ when he heard that you’ve been wanting to go to aquarium, kaoru was quick to plan a perfect aquarium date in his mind. he was so eager to make you think this was one of the best date you’ve ever gone to but at the same time he’s panicking. sure, kaoru has gone on a few dates at the aquarium but this is you! he’s going on an aquarium date with you! he wants to make it more special!

☆ you looked at your watch and wondered if ever your lover will come to the date. did he suddenly have work to do? just when you were about to call him, a rushed footsteps could be heard from afar.

“soー sorry.. I was too caught upー” he stopped his words the moment you caressed his back as a way to tell him to calm down. before he explains whatever reason it was for his late arrival, you told him to catch his breath first. besides, the mini bouquet he’s gripping seems to give out the answer.

↬ you took out your phone to take a selfie of you and the scenery of the marine life swimming around. despite being shy to ask kaoru to be in the selfie along with you, you asked him, “hey kaoru, do you want to take a selfie together?”

☆ without any thinking made, kaoru took your request positively. happily if I must point it out. he bent himself down to fit into your camera, the close proximity maybe did make your ears red. it’ll be nice if kaoru didn’t see your reddening ears. “one.. two..” and on the count of three, you clicked the button.

you thought the picture would probably look nice if it weren't for the fact that kaoru suddenly kissed your cheek when your finger clicked the button. now the only thing you’re thinking of is how red you must be from the abrupt kiss. in some way, kaoru is thankful that you’re hiding your face from him or you would’ve seen just how he’s more flustered even if he’s the one who initiates it.

↬ around the exit for the aquarium, there was a souvenirs shop. kaoru took a plushie of a sea animal that he remembered you saying is your favorite and rushed to you who’s waiting outside the shop after he paid for it.

☆ he took a few seconds before calling out to you, let the guy soften down when he saw you pat the small bouquet he bought for you. if you’re going to smile that way whenever he gives you a small bouquet then kaoru is willing to do it everyday.

and if your smile gets as cheerful and happy as this, if your eyes will brighten up more than ever akin to a star, then he will buy you lots and lots of plushies. a gift from kaoru to you; so that he’ll always be in your mind. just like you never leaving his. so out of the spur of the moment, he asked if he can kiss you. you looked up to meet his eyes and before kaoru could say anything about his question to not let you feel uncomfortable, you answered with a yes. take the lead kaoru, your s/o is letting you kiss him.

kaoru probably had created many different scenarios of your first kiss but outside of an aquarium souvenir shop is not one of them. vacant of people around them, you took this rare chance to put away your things, hold kaoru’s forearms, tiptoe on your feet and left a 5 seconds kiss on his lips. after constantly being on the teased side, seeing your boyfriend so flustered with love was fun. the kiss felt sweet too. not like you were any better. this was the first time you’ve ever done that.

↬ how do you go to an aquarium date? usually in an aquarium, souma will just walk around, admiring and studying the marine life inside the tank. but what if you thought that was boring? this is a date, while he’s content with just walking around with you beside him, talking about all the sea lifes.. what about you? and despite him being embarrassed, he lowered his pride and asked for help from the people around him. (his akatsuki senpais gives really good advice! as expected of them!)

☆ at the first place, when you caught hints of souma worrying over if you’ll feel content with just walking around with him, you almost snorted. really, what was he mulling about, just knowing that you’re going to be with him is enough to make a bashful smile up your face. now that you and him are dating, you really wish he would know that and you’ll tell him that during your awaited aquarium date.

fast-forward to when the two of you were already inside the date location. just before you and souma started venturing into the place full of sea lifes, you found yourself holding your breath when you asked the purple haired, “do you.. want to hold hands?” souma wants to hold hands with you too! he wants even if he was inexperienced with affections. and he would never wish to see you disappointed.

for the greater, we’ll just feign ignorance to the growing blush on the both of you.

↬ you were doing exactly what he thought would make you feel bored but the joyous expression you have says otherwise. souma glanced at his hand which hasn’t left yours since then, your hand in his was perfect. like it was meant to be holding one another. the nervousness he felt while starting his day today was subdued by the time you’ve spent with him.

☆ “um.. souma?” he responded to your call almost immediately with a voice that seemed more warm than before. you turned your head toward him and looked straight in his light purple eyes, “you see, it doesn’t matter where or how, as long as I’m with you, I’ll always be happy with that.”

ending your words, you instantly looked elsewhere. souma never expected you to mutter those words to him, he appreciates you for that. you were right and that fact goes the same way with him. souma also loves how shy you become after saying those kinds of things, it makes his heart swell with adoration. the hand holding yours was tightening his hold yet it feels more calm.

↬ somewhere in the aquarium, tucked from public’s eyes, souma with his face covered in pretty red was still in disbelief. your lover being in such a situation, it helps soothe your own bashfulness too.

☆ with souma, he always makes sure to have your consent first before doing anything. that goes the same with kisses, more precisely a first kiss. he was surprised with himself too from his own little selfish request but there was this urge to lay a kiss on your lips. “may.. I kiss you?” he said, requested, asked, whatever it is, the only answer you’ll give will never change.

and again, somewhere in the aquarium, tucked from public’s eyes, souma cupped your cheek with one hand and leaned in. the process was slow, he looked into your eyes with his face dusted of rose shades. the kiss also felt long despite lasting for a quick 3 seconds.

#enstars x reader #enstars imagines #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #shinkai kanata x reader #hakaze kaoru x reader #kanzaki souma x reader #fey.invites #ah ah it's so cold here #sorry for the late reply nonnie #wait im shivering rn ah ah

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song-tam · 3 years

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*grabby hands* more kam headcanons. give. you have planted the seeds of possible brainrot and you get to deal with the consequences

(/lh, only if you want ofc, no pressure n all that <3)

oh I have so many for them (disclaimer: you might see a lot of these in our finite eternity and yeah that’s absolutely on purpose)

(also this very very late i’m so sorry stardust)

tam just kept growing out the back of his hair like he did with his bangs so now it’s relatively long and keefe absolutely loves playing with it

like braiding it, curling it around his fingers, just playing with it

tam says he hates it (but they both know he doesn’t)

they go stargazing a lot—keefe’s a space nerd and I will die on this hill. tam just thinks the night sky’s really pretty and never tires of it.

keefe loves birds. tam hates them. they have a parrot and tam is fucking terrified.

actually one time they were in a zoo and there were a lot of birds in one place and they had to go through them because there was no way to go around and long story short keefe had to carry tam out of the bird field

keefe sencen Does Not like tomatoes. when tam song is pissed at him he’ll make a dish with tomatoes

key indicator for keefe that he has to apologize and it’s soft and shit

tam song Does Not like bananas. when keefe sencen is is pissed at him he’ll make banana cream pie

tam will apologize and that’s soft and shit too

they both have their ears pierced and keefe got them matching earrings because he’s a sap like that and tam pretends to hate them

he still wears his earrings though 😏

forehead kisses <3 all the fucking time <3

#kotlc #tam song #keefe sencen #kam #shadowheart #asks #stardust !!#again i’m so sorry i didn’t post this sooner i saved it to my drafts then forgot about it

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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hii i’m the one who sent all the concepts ( ya know like the moving utensils around! yep that was me, thank u for expanding on those btw. been thinking about blind!harry a lot so thought i would send in some more if that’s ok! they might be crap so sorry !

- ok so i defo think that when someone (mostly his mom!) compliments him be BLUSHES SO HARD! and goes so red he looks like a tomato, and he bounces on the balls of his feet. just little praises from the people he loves get to him bc he does his best 24/7 and just getting some praise does mean the world to him

- i defo feel like his frat friends make little jokes about him and not being able to see BUT they would protect him thru ANYTHING. like you don’t wanna pick on harry bc his mates will come and jump ya. and harry is defo grateful to friends like that. can imagine him joking “thanks guys... again” after they stood up to him! BROTHER LOVE !!!!

- i can see harry being so angry at everyone when they bump into him or he knocks them with his stick, that’s the way he’s been brought up and his guard IS HIGHHHHH, but i can’t help but feel like he’s also a gentleman on a good day. so like in town (i’m english so i can call it the mall if u want 😭) he would be shopping and maybe with his friends. he would be the queue and he would hear a little girl talking about him (quite nicely, she would be curious as to why he has a stick etc) and i think harry would turn around and answer any questions. there is still a lot of stigma with blind and dead people, we need to spread more awareness - so he would be kind and explain!

that’s all for now- watch me come back again in the next few hours!! love ur page ok bye!!! 🤍🤍

Hiiiii!! no send as many concepts in as you want I love talking about blind!harry!!

Okay I was thinking the same thing plz like maybe y/n would give him the smallest compliment like “your hair looks good today.” Or “cute outfit” and he would instantly turn into a lobster cover in face with his hands and turning away from her so she didn’t see how shy he was getting

And plz him bouncing on the balls of his feet!! He is definitely doing that 24/7, waiting in like for something, just standing, when he’s cooking, anything.

Omg yes your so right they would be like “oh, h, do you see that!” And then get all cheeky but Harry knows it’s all joking and it’s his friends so he’s not upset about it, if it’s not someone he’s close to he would be upset by it. He would just laugh and flip them off or give them a nuggie. And omg they definitely stand up for him 24/7… maybe a bit too much. Someone could look in their direction while they are all walking back from the coffee shop (ofc) and they think the person gave Harry the wrong look they would instantly start yelling at them like “fuck you!” “Asshole!” Shut like that… horrible things 😭, but let’s be honest if the person really was looking at him in a bitchy they they deserved it!!!

Omg yes if someone like kicked his stick Harry would turn around and hit them with it or hit them with his bags he had 😭 they definitely deserved it and if had his friends with him they would all join in and give them a small beating (hopefully not getting arrested)

But he would definitely be so sweet to the little girl

#ask #sunflowerstyles-6 #blind!harry #blind!Harry concept #I swear I put tags

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herr-aka-somecutenerd · 2 years

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Witch's Love

Chapter II: We got all ingredients except you loving me.

Yandere! Sophia (Herr) x Idia Shroud

Warnings: light yandere themes, possesive/obsessive love, mentioned women's problems going outside in the dark time, self ship

A/N: No but I enjoy writing these... it's kind of canonical story of how our relationship developed, but shown a little uh... darker? Not too dark tho ofc!

The night went further. It probably was 3 AM already. I started to feel drowsy eventually, my eyes getting heavier and my brain going blank.

No-no-no, not now, not when we're having so much fun together, please, just little longer!

"Sophia-shii...?" - I heard Idia's soft voice. So soft, so gentle every time he speaks with me...

"Yeah?..." - I replied quietly and in a dizzy manner. I really felt like I can't keep it any longer, no matter how hard I struggle.

"You seem to loose the concentration and become slower... Are you sure you're not tired?" - he said, genuinely concerned. He even paused the game, much to my demise.

"Uh..." - I really hated to admit what came next. - "Okay, maybe... I'm just a little bit... sleepy..."

I refused to take energy drinks as I was aware of them being unhealthy. Maybe it's just my mother's forced opinion, but it's not like my mom was rarely right... And even coffee I drank earlier didn't seem to work.

I looked at him, feeling kind of guilty. For some reason I felt like I was ruining the fun... even if Shroud didn't seem too upset about it and more likely worried... about me. How adorable!

Suddenly, Idia's hair started step by step turning pink, starting from edges.

"I-it's already so l-late... A-and girls' block i-is so far... Y-you can g-get in trouble o-on your w-way... S-so..." - speaking seemed to be hard for him. I was already figuring out what he's going to say, or at least was hoping he'll say what I think, and that made my heart beat faster ad faster. Please, say that you want me to...

"...M-maybe you'll stay h-here? I'll be playing the w-whole night, so my bed will be all free.... A-and I promise I w-won't do anything c-creepy!!"

My face turned even brighter shade of pink than his hair did at the end of Idia's sentence. Butterflies started live up one by one in my stomach. I couldn't be more happy than I am right now. It was like a child getting a pet they wanted so much from their parents when they didn't expect that. Like winning in a lottery. Like getting an ultra rare character or item you wanted. Like hearing your crush confessing their feelings to you.

Ah, Idia... You really are so caring and sweet. You even think about how dangerous it can be for a woman to walk outside during the dark time, especially when there are so many men around. A perfect man a girl can only dream of.

"Idia... Y-you're too kind", - I said, blushing and stuttering not less that him. - "I-I don't want to cause discomfort for you..."

What am I doing? It's such a great opportunity to be close to your beloved boy, Sophia. Are you stupid?

Well, I do care about his own well-being after all... Geez.

"N-no, you're not causing discomfort for m-me! W-we're not going to s-sleep t-together after all, s-so I can b-bear it...", - the last line kind of touched me, but I decided not to pay attention to that too much. - "D-don't g-get me wrong! I-I'm just... I-it's not you specifically, i-it's j-just embarassing... Oh God, help me..." - Shroud hid his face in his hands, making my heart melt once again at how adorable he was.

"It's okay, I understand", - I almost patted his shoulder to calm him down, but stopped myself. It can cause reverse effect on him, after all. - "S-so... may I go to sleep then?"

Idia put his hands down, looking at me with running glance. He was still tomato red and anxious... like a scared cat...

"Y-yes! L-lay comfortably, h-hehe..." - I swore my heart jumped a little at his laugh. In a good way.

With a shy smile I got up from my place and headed towards his bed. A little messy, but clean. Just like Idia. He might be messy in some way but he's still pretty and amazing. I landed on the mattress. My body was so heavy, my limbs became numb. The scent hit my nostrills... Idia's scent. So calming and comforting... That was making me even more dizzy.

"Huh... It feels comfortable..." - I said in a kind of mumbling manner caused by sleepiness.

"Y-you think so?" - Idia replied shyly. - "W-well... G-glad to hear that I g-guess", - he smiled at me slightly, making my heart beat faster once again.

"So... Good night", - I said, wrapping myself in a blanket and yawning.

"G-good night... s-sleep well", - Shroud said, probably feeling awkward, judging from his tone.

Inhaling more of his scent when he turned back to the screen, I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, hoping to get the sweetest dream tonight.

You're so kind to me... You do care about me, right? You wouldn't allow anyone else to sleep on your bed, would you? I do really love you, Idia. One day I'll gain enough courage to tell you about that... I promise.

#herr writes #self ship #f/o #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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fashion major!kevin

ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

college model!juyeon

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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you don’t you’re jealous of him like sorry not sorry i don’t make the rules you know i’m right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevin’s closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevin’s work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldn’t wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when he’s not being a fucking idiot

and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majors’ work, and let’s just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and there’s a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what they’re working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show

(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasn’t told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)

anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevin’s stuff?? like you just think he’s so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if it’s a little weird and honestly you don’t even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. you’re p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes you’re always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable he’s also just.... god he’s so good

BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show they’ll be modeling projects that he’s assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually you’ll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but that’s nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless they’re in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? it’s like a smaller event apparently that they’ve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKE when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT

and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you can’t rely on the models you’ve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and it’s just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK

meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but you’re also chicken so like??? you’re just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevin’s direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and you’re like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevin’s noticed your movement and he’s looking over with a smile on his face and you’re like jfc i can’t do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and he’s like.... oh my god yes

because what YOU don’t know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART.

so you’re reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moon’s number and he has yours and he’s now texting you on when you think you’ll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each other’s measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god you’re going to model his clothes YOU’RE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES

most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so there’s a bit less secrecy they’re still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok it’s strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)

needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if he’s gone slightly insane (which he has but we’re not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (i’m not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes you’re comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOU’RE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... it’s unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but he’s clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because it’s something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit

and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how it’s so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and you’re just. open-mouthed like. dude i’m in love with your work too oh my god i’m gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs i’m gonna screaM

kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like he’s gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when you’ve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)

and it’s a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and you’re excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag you’re just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like it’ll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change

(you don’t know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)

it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like he’s complimenting his own work and that’s egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great

AND YOU’RE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGE

so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and you’re like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined

and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful

and kevin blushes again

anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on it’s like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each other’s clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isn’t like a huge major fashion show, it’s just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when it’s over despite the fact that it wasn’t an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyone’s complimenting your clothing and it’s great it’s just great

finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of it’s over. it’s all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. it’s a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then there’s silence again

but if there’s anything you’ve gained over the past few weeks it’s a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. you’ve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and you’d really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say ‘if i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?’

poor kevin looks like he’s about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then he’s nodding like there’s no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much

you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they can’t even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovely

both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyone’s staring but you two are in your own little world and it’s amazing

kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoon’s done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit he’s laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow

for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that you’ve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)

kevin’s a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but you’re laughing so hard and kevin’s cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss

you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc you’re so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but it’s also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesn’t need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise.

and that’s how it goes :)

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for this weird-ass couple)

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jocazep · 3 years

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 11

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

A/N: Sooooo it's been a while... mainly because I didn't want to write the inevitable [SPOILER] of a certain character...but alas, the fanfic must go on. So here we go again...

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Chapter 11 - Breaking Bread

“I forgot to ask,” you reached out to grab Curtis’ right arm as the gang shuffled along the green aisles of the garden section.

“What?” Curtis was too busy looking at the overwhelming plants, trees, and vegetables that he thought had long been extinct in the world. It was a beautiful sight, you had to admit, especially compared with the monotone bleakness of the tail section. So beautiful that when Namgoong opened the door, everyone’s eyes, with the sole exception of Mason’s, lit up as this unimaginable paradise was presented to them.

“That little scar on your forearm--”

“It’s nothing--” you felt his arm stiffen beneath your hand, his left hand involuntarily scratching the coat over the position of the scar. To be honest, you could barely remember what it looked like anyway. In the heat of passion last night, your eyes caught a long, even line near the elbow that looked more like the remnant of a precision surgery than a battle scar.

“All right, keep your mysterious cool guy aura then,” The scar piqued your interest, but you decided against pushing for an answer--there will be time after the matter at hand... You grabbed tighter onto his arm, tip-toeing to place your lips near his ear and whisper, “Tease.”

Curtis turned around, surprised. You didn’t need to forego all the fun, right?

“No, no, no don’t eat that--” a worker reached out to Tanya, who had picked up a tomato.

“It’s OK, just a tomato.” You calmed the worker down, rolling up your sleeve, “Here use my credit.” The worker took out the scanner, still hesitant, but obliged you. A small beep sounded and you were on your way.

“What was that?” It was Curtis’ turn to be curious.

“Well up front we have this thing called currency--” you joked, but the sight ahead distracted your audience.

You had come to the aquarium section.

Moments later, the eight of you were sitting along the sushi bar, staring at the plates of exquisite raw fish in front of you.

“So, sushi.“ Tanya took up her serving and popped it into her mouth.

“You people are lucky! This is only served twice a year, January, and July,” Mason decided this was a good time to open her mouth.

“Why, not enough fish?” Tanya quibbed dryly, as a massive manta flowed overhead.

“Enough isn’t the criterion,” You absent-mindedly took over the conversation from Mason as you poured the soy-sauce for your toro nigiri, “It’s balance--”

You lift your head to put back the soy-sauce, only to realize everyone to your right was looking your way, waiting for you to finish your thought.

“What about balance?” Curtis, sitting to your left, asked.

You whipped your head back, a quick moment as you looked at the man--he will need to know sooner or later, right?

“Be...because of that--” you pointed to the whiteness outside, the remnants of a metropolis whipping past, “the only way this aquarium was going to survive, was by becoming a closed ecological system. The number of individual units must be very closely, precisely controlled in order to maintain the proper, sustainable balance.”

“Like so many other things on this train.”

You passed a stern look to Mason, who was bitterly fiddling with the iron around her wrists.

“Whoever designed this got really lucky then,” Namgoong commented.

“Oh no, back in the first year my--” you caught yourself before the word “father” slipped out, “my friends told me they had to get rid of the fish that couldn’t fit into the food chain...”

“What, the restaurant served exclusively fish?” Curtis could almost hear Edgar’s ranting in his ear.

“Some,” You picked at the wasabi, smearing it on your sushi, “a lot of them got made into taxidermies for posterity...” It was only after the room became quiet that you realized you misspoke, “I’m sorry...It was...”

“It’s all right, it’s what actually happened,” Curtis put his arm on your shoulder, pulling you closer towards him.

You couldn’t let it go that easily of course. Remember your surroundings, you were bothered that your father’s voice rang up in your head. But the truth was you probably needed a reminder, after such a long time with the revolters, it’s easy to forget what you were really here for. Better now than later.

But it seemed the meal was just destined to go awry--no sooner had Mason picked up her chopsticks, than Curtis pulled on the chain, jerking the tools out of Mason’s control.

“No,” Curtis palmed out a protein bar, waving it in front of Mason, “You eat this. Know what it’s made of?”

Mason took it up, and threw a quick look at you, only to realize you had pre-empted her by turning your attention to Yuna sitting to your right.

“Curtis my friend, this seems uncalled for--“

“I’m not your friend, and this is 100% called for.”

”Would I be your friend if I had classified information about Wilford?“

Uh-oh. You forced yourself to turn your head--naturally and slowly--towards Curtis and Mason, “Curtis...” You lay your hand on his, and shook your head.

You could swear you saw his nostrils flare up a little, “We have had to eat this for, hell you have had to eat this for--”

“But isn’t the point of the revolt--”

“The point,” Curtis wriggled his hand from underneath yours, and flung the protein bar at Mason, “is to make them pay for what they did to us--”

“Make them pay? Weren’t we fighting for equal quality--“

“Not after what they did to Edgar--”

“How is degrading Mason any help?”

“At least I’ll sleep a little better knowing I made one front-sectioner get a taste of their own medicine.”

The words hung like leaden rings in the air, reverberating through your spine. Mason looked on, unsure how to react.

“Well,” after a long while, you finally opened your mouth, “then let that be me instead.”

Curtis, like everyone else, was taken aback. They watched as you reached out, switching the protein bar with your own sushi serving.

“Jo, that’s not what Curtis meant...” Tanya tried to diffuse the situation, but you ignored her, biting down on the brownish jelly, forcing the rubbery morsels down your throat. It tasted even worse than you remembered.

When you couldn’t stomach any more of the protein bar, you stuffed the rest in your pocket, got to your feet, and walked to the far end of the aquarium.

Curtis made a move to follow you, but Tanya stopped him, “let her blow off a little steam.” Curtis nodded, still hesitant, his eyes trailing your footsteps as they quickened the closer you moved towards the restroom.

Yuna ran past, intent on following you, but was met with the slamming of the steel door in her face. She looked back at Curtis and company, a little confused and hurt.

On the other side of the door, you were puking your guts out, eyes welling up, nose running. It wasn’t just the thought of eating protein extracted from millions of locusts that turned your stomach--the little clash had brought a stern reality check in your head: this is a revolt, and whatever the original intent, if Curtis and Co succeed, there will be suffering and chaos before any sort of balance is reached.

Guess the old man was pretty perceptive after all...you thought as you finally straightened up, wiping your face with water, trying to recall what your father had planned in case the revolt went further than the water section, only to realize Wilford had actively excluded you from that conversation.

You were wondering if he had predicted your eventual realization of the irreconcilable conflict between your visions of change and those of the revolt when a gentle knock sounded at the door. You checked your face in the mirror, forcing an air of nonchalance—you don’t want Curtis to think you had been crying, even if it was just from nausea.

“Are you OK?” It was Yuna’s voice coming through the door.

Eyes dropping a little, you pulled opened the door, “yeah, just nature calling. What’s up?”

Yuna raised the same wrinkled notebook page, pointing at the pencil-colored steel drawers.

“Yes we’ve been through this—“ Yuna pushed the paper closer to you, forcing you to take a closer look. There were shallow indents on the page, remnants of your notes when you made your way down the train.

Oh god. You panicked as you scrambled to remember what you might have written on those pages.

“Yuna, listen—“

“Guys, c’mon, we are moving onto the next section.” Tanya called out.

You nodded in her direction, and looked down at Yuna, “we’ll revisit this?” Yuna put the paper back into her pocket and followed you to join the gang.

As the two of you approached, Curtis tried to find your eyes. He wished he could say that he didn’t mean what he said, but he knew you saw the truth behind the hot-blooded words. Years of oppression had created a beast within him, and it was easy to hate the front-sectioners when they were faceless beings living in his head, or the pompous Mason. But now...

To be honest he had stopped thinking of you as a front-sectioner since well before your passionate evening together. Which makes it all the more frustrating when you chose to remind him of the undeniable fact, stirring awake the beast he thought he had put to sleep. He knows it’s not your fault—you were barely out of school when you boarded the train. And it is terribly difficult for him to imagine the courage it took for you to side with him against your family and friends—goodness he had never thought about that before. Do you still have family in the front--

His train of thought came to a grinding halt as you walked past him, determined not to look at him. Curtis felt his brows furrow further, and jerking the chain, pulled Mason forward.

“Curtis my friend, could we dispense with the chains for the next section?”

“Why?” A half-distracted answer from Curtis as he watched you push the door open with Namgoong and Grey, heading into the freezer section.

“Well, for the sake of the young, the children--“ Mason was barely finished with her sentence when you walked over, taking off your overcoat and draping it over her cuffs.

”What do you think you’re doing?“ Curtis didn’t sound too pleased.

“It’s the school section next,” you said as you strode to the front of the procession again, “kids shouldn’t be a part of this.”

The silence game between you and Curtis continued throughout the freezer section please, you walking at the front, him trailing in the back with Mason. You started fidgeting as you walked past the racks of beef and frozen chickens—maybe giving Mason your coat wasn’t such a great idea. But you were not going to give Curtis the satisfaction, so you did the only thing you could do, walk faster.

“Hey, spoiled lady, wanna slow the fuck down?” Namgoong never actually learned your name, which doesn’t really make a difference to your really...

“Sorry, I’m just not very good with cold.” You said as you slowed your steps until you were in the same footing as the disheveled security specialist.

“Then you’re fucked in this world.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “yeah guess I am...” Then you remembered something, “Why does the Yekaterina Bridge mean so much to you?”

“What?”

“I saw you looking for something through the windows when everyone was hanging on for dear life. Must have been pretty important to you...”

A moment of silence as Namgoong stopped his steps. You kept your eyes on him, waiting for an answer. He let out a sigh, raising a hand, “you wanna swipe your implant to open the door, or should I?”

You turned your head—and see the door at the end of the section.

When the rest of the company finally caught up to you and Namgoong, Curtis noticed your fidgeting hands as they raised up to unlock the door, the fingertips showing just a tiny hint for blue. With Mason in tow, he strode up to you, taking your hand before you could retract it.

“Wh—“

“You’re freezing,” Curtis said as the lively noise of children hit you like a heatwave. Bright colors assaulted your eyes and saccharin songs flowed through the concrete doors.

“I’m fine,” you replied, your hand twitching within his grasp, but not quite withdrawing it.

“Look, I feel like an asshole for earlier...” Curtis took a pause as the rest of the company shuffled past into the school section. A pregnant lady led the children in chorus as an educational, semi-propaganda introduction of the train was blaring on the TV at the moment. Thank god you were too old for this when you first boarded.

When it was once again just the two of you hovering at the entrance, Curtis continued, “Here take my coat—” He moved to shrug off his tattered coat, but you stopped him.

“Sure this front-sectioner has had enough taste of her own medicine?”

“C’mon, I don’t think of you as a front—“

That’s not exactly what you were hoping to hear.

“But I am one,” you said as you pulled your hand free, his fingers leaving visible prints on yours, “and up to a month ago, everyone in my life is one too.”

”But now you’re with us—”

“There should be no ‘us’ or ‘them’, that’s kind of the point of all this jazz, Curtis.”

Curtis just blinked at you. You could see the idea behind your words not quite computing within his mind, a mind that had always lived in the darker part of a dichotomy. And a part of your resolution melted away.

“Let’s do this another time,” You laid one hand on his, urging him to put his coat back on.

“Sure you’re ok without the coat?”

“I’ll survive. My blood is still raging hot from our fight earlier.” Curtis was a little bummed at your joking dismissal of his concern, but he knew there was no use pushing you.

“Children, let’s say hello to our guests from the tail section...” To her credit, the pregnant teacher kept her countenance as she took in the group of torn coats and ragged shoes filing past her, Tanya and Andrew getting their grease-stained fingers on a student’s face every once in a while when they thought he resembled their sons.

“Today is the first day of the new year, so we have a special little treat,” the teacher said as a well-dressed, clean-shaven Gerald walked in, to everyone’s surprise.

Amidst murmurs of “Is that Gerald?”, your eyes glazed over, thinking about his wife back in the tail section and her broken hand. And your resolution crumbled further—surely the train could have made room for one more violinist? A cloudy silhouette of the previous violinist took form in front of your eyes—was she the first chair of the Viennese Philharmonic? You couldn’t quite recall, except for the fact that she played at the weekly fete.

You were so lost in thought, and music, to have noticed Egghead walking down the aisle, handing each child a New Year’s celebratory egg.

And then, came the most traumatic three minutes of your life.

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themountainsays · 3 years

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wrote something uwu. elsanna ofc.

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Yes, of course, just a little bit closer. A little bit braver. Her sister was right there, standing just a few feet away, on the edge of the camp and looking deep into the dark dark forest, just where the light ended, just secluded enough for no one to notice her if they weren’t searching. Anna only needed to take one step forward, and then another, then another, until she could look Elsa in the eye and say what she needed to say.

Her hands gripped the wooden guksi tightly, so they wouldn’t tremble. Still, in the soft sway of her drink, Anna could see her failure at keeping it together. She knew Elsa wouldn’t be upset or disappointed if she failed to keep her feelings in check— she’d never been, not at all. She’d always been the most understanding, compassionate, gentle and loving person in Anna’s life. She could forgive the unforgivable, and she did so over and over again. So, of course, she wouldn’t be mad at Anna if someone got suspicious. That didn’t mean Anna shouldn’t try to stay quiet.

Especially then, with so many eyes on them. The palace staff that had dared to follow them into the woods, the guards and soldiers, Kristoff and Olaf, who were talking to people somewhere. Even the horses made her feel observed. Anna was bad at hiding her emotions, and that meant that, whenever they came out, she needed to get away. So she trailed through the camp and past the tents and dying campfires, waving at anyone who spotted her and quietly indicating that she had to go quickly, so that no one would strike a conversation. She needed to get this done before her courage abandoned her, before the sun came up and they continued their march east and she lost her chance once again.

The guards may not have heard her leave but her sister heard her approach. Of course she did. She turned her head before Anna could say a word and she smiled at her. It was such a kind smile, that it made Anna’s knees weaken and her throat constrict.

“Hi,” Elsa said, and she stretched a hand in Anna’s direction for her to take. She knew Anna couldn’t resist her— Anna didn’t miss her proud smirk when she accepted the invitation. Elsa intertwined her fingers with her sister’s and pulled her closer. “You can’t sleep either?”

Anna shook her head.

“Oh, you know, just... “ she gestured at her skull. “Lots of thoughts.”

Elsa hummed. She continued to gaze into the forest with curiosity, as her thumb softly caressed Anna’s knuckles.

“Are they thoughts you’d like to share?”

Anna’s throat went dry. Right. Right, right, right, right. That was exactly why she was there, and she had so many things to say, yet her tongue refused to pronounce the words.

She squeezed her big sister’s hand, and Elsa squeezed back. She offered Anna a long, adoring glance.

No matter where they were or how Anna felt, Elsa always managed to make her feel safe.

“I…” she began, and Elsa listened carefully. “I really need to tell you something.”

Elsa’s eyes widened.

“What is it?” She asked with concern laced in her words.

“It’s not a bad thing! It’s a good thing!” Anna rushed to reassure her. “I-I mean, it depends on how you look at it?”

Elsa nodded. Her eyes never left Anna’s, and the worry in them remained.

“How will I look at it?” She inquired.

How would she look at it? How would she? Indeed, Anna had agonized over that very same question for ages. She’d told herself Elsa would hate her. Then she convinced herself it would be harmless. Her brain repeated over and over to her that Elsa would forgive anything she could ever do to her, but Anna’s actions wouldn’t hurt her any less. And she’d also concluded, once, that Elsa was simply waiting, simply observing patiently and letting Anna take things on her own pace. That she didn’t want to rush her or make her feel pressured, or harm her somehow, because old habits die hard and Elsa’s magic still got out of control every now and then. If her emotions could be dangerous in one way, then they must also be dangerous in other ways. And she was Queen, she was the eldest one. She had magic. She was the one who held all the power and she’d loathe taking advantage of it— Anna knew her. She’d level out the playing field by letting Anna decide. This is what their relationship as sisters had been like ever since their reunion.

Elsa knew. She knew, she knew, her big sister knew how she felt and she’d always been so kind to her, despite how disgusted she should have felt. How repelled, how scared. For Anna to feel such a thing was… unnatural. Twisted. And yet Elsa’s primary concern had always been Anna’s wellbeing should anyone else find out. She’d always looked after her, always cared for her, always listened to her lovestruck rambling with endearment rather than horror because she saw something worth loving and cherishing in her little sister being in love, even if she could not return her feelings.

Could she not? Could it be that Anna’s guess was right? Could it be that Elsa’s closeness, her sweetness, her love and her care had a hidden meaning? Could there be a reason behind the long glances she so often directed at her and the quick gentle touches to her shoulders and her waist whenever she saw her in a new dress?

Anna clung to this idea with more resolve than ever before.

This mission was dangerous and she would never forgive herself if she’d lost her shot at her own cowardice.

How will she take it, she’d asked?

“I think— I mean, I was hoping you’d like it.”

Elsa smiled, turned to face Anna, and grasped her free hand in hers.

“Alright, then,” she said. “I’m listening.”

Anna opened her mouth, and yet again words failed her. They stopped at her throat but she couldn’t bring herself to blurt them out. “I love you,” she wanted to say. “You already know that. And I want to be with you, to not just admiring from afar. I’m sorry I can’t be content with your hugs and your gifts and your sisterly kindness, but what I feel for you is truly different, and I need to know if you feel the same way.”

But still, she could not say these words. They were too strong for her and she was too weak, too scared of ruining things and losing her sister. Hurting her. Crossing a line.

“Anna?” Elsa whispered, bringing her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Anna squeaked pathetically. “It’s just… I’m just…”

She cast her eyes down, careful not to glance at their joined hands because the contact was driving her insane.

Because, what if she did mess up? What if she caused irreparable harm to their relationship? She wouldn't be saying anything Elsa didn't already know, she'd just be… more resolute about it. She wanted to take action. Yet… it was such a great decision, one that was very easy to be ashamed of. One that may make her sister think she'd gone mad. Because this was madness, and it was dangerous, and perhaps Anna should just… keep her mouth shut. Some things were better left in silence.

With eyes downcast and a weak voice, Anna murmured:

"I-it's nothing."

She let go of Elsa's hands.

The temperature dropped a couple of degrees around her.

"Are you sure?" Her sister asked.

Anna nodded, screwing her eyes shut.

"It really is nothing," she insisted. "Just… excited about tomorrow. This sure is a trip, right?" She rubbed her arms up and down to fight the cold, and laughed. "Brrr!"

Despite her forced cackle, Elsa did not budge. Her concern and hesitation were painfully visible. She held her own hands together, and Anna avoided her gaze.

“Anna,” Elsa said, in a sweet tone, tilting her head and offering a quiet smile as she tried to see her sister better. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide your emotions from me.”

“I know that,” Anna gulped. “I know I’m safe with you. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about something else, and I don’t want to get things wrong and ruin everything and—”

A soft, cool hand caressed her cheek. She clamped her mouth shut.

“I doubt there’s anything you could ruin,” Elsa reassured her, brushing her thumb over Anna’s cheekbone. The simple act arose the butterflies in her stomach.

Anna choked out an awkward laugh.

“We could gather a list if you want,” she joked, but her sister didn’t seem to find it funny. Her hand traveled up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Anna’s ear. Her very much blushing ears. Goodness, she must be as red as a tomato. There was no way Elsa wasn’t noticing.

Her sister's eyes in her were intense and piercing. Gentle. Gentle.

She was running out of courage. Just like last time. And the previous one. And the previous one. Out of courage and out of words. She'd always been a bad liar and she was lying now when the whole purpose of staying up that night was to do the straight opposite. She'd just wanted… she'd only meant to… Do something.

Elsa stared at her, took a deep breath, and then smoothed a hand over her shoulder, leaving Anna's skin tingling in its wake despite the clothes in between. She was trying to read her. See what it was that she needed.

Her heartbeat quickened. She clenched her shaking fists.

Elsa opened her mouth to speak but Anna moved quicker, and whatever curiosity to hear her vanished under the feeling of her soft, soft lips against hers, and that of the cold shoulder Anna gripped for balance because her knees trembled so violently she worried she'd collapse. Her chest exploded with fear and nervousness and excitement and a deep electrifying realization, and the words "finally, finally, finally" coursed through her mind in an uncontrollable flow of emotions. Surprised at herself and the situation. And her sister, there, with her, standing still with a hand on Anna's own shoulder, all throughout this moment Anna had spent years waiting for.

Kissing her wasn't exactly like she'd expected. She was soft and delicate. She wasn't cold at all. Touching her felt like touching a cloud, barely there at all.

Elsa's hand slowly pushed back.

As soon as their lips parted, Anna's breath hitched.

Horror and regret came flooding in as soon as she laid her eyes on her sister's confused expression, her shut eyes and her knit-together brows. When her hand traveled up to cover her own mouth. The exhilaration of "finally" was abruptly replaced by the dread of "what have I done?".

What had she done?

Elsa took a step back, inhaled deeply, and opened her eyes. Her gaze was hard and cold.

“Anna, listen to me,” she said, in a stern, quiet voice. “You can’t do that. Not here. Not where you could get caught.”

Anna winced. She nodded without thinking.

“I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t— I’ll never do that again, I—”

"Stop."

Anna stopped. She bit down her tongue. She'd jump off a cliff if Elsa asked her to.

Elsa released a shuddering breath, and wrapped both arms around herself. Avoiding Anna's gaze, she looked around to check for onlookers. Anna's heart jumped into her throat at the thought of being seen, but judging from Elsa's expression, that didn't seem to be the case.

She wanted to apologize. She wanted to tell Elsa she'd leave and she'd never have to deal with her deviancy again. To say she'd been an idiot to let her mind twist and corrupt every innocent act of affection into something so filthy. It was an insult towards her Queen to see her under such a light. But Elsa hadn't given her permission to speak yet.

She eventually fixed her eyes on Anna again. She looked small and scared and unsure.

"It's late," she declared. Her shoulders sagged, and her eyes drifted away from Anna again, to settle on the ground. "Just… go back to the tent, Anna. I'll join you later."

Her eyes stung with tears. Anna opened her mouth one last time— to get one last apology out, but Elsa interrupted:

"Please," she begged, with her trembling, raspy voice, and it cracked Anna's heart in two. She'd driven her sister to her limit, after— after so long, after everything she'd done for her, after all the unconditional love and acceptance and tolerance and fearless affection, she'd finally violated her trust. She'd taken advantage of her.

In the end, she'd let her sister's words get to her head. She'd let her convince her it was okay, but in reality, Anna had always been the pervert she'd feared she'd be.

So she closed her mouth, and, with her heart in her throat, she turned around, fisted her cloak over her chest, and retreated into camp, where no more than a couple of guards directed her a cautious look. She didn't know how much they'd seen and she prayed to God it had been nothing, but you could never be too sure, and Anna could never be intelligent enough to keep out of trouble.

Once inside the safety of her tent (the one she shared with her sister, because she trusted her and love her so much despite everything she knew about her), Anna curled into her bedroll and covered her face with her hands. Her chest convulsed but she screwed her eyes shut and held her breath in an attempt not to cry, yet the horror on Elsa's face came back to the forefront of her mind and it made her feel like a monster, and monsters didn't deserve to cry.

How ironic. These were the thoughts that always alarmed Elsa so much. She was terrified of Anna ever thinking of herself in the way she'd done during her childhood, and she'd spent so much time reassuring Anna and trying to help her unlearn these thoughts before they took root. And Elsa had been wrong. And Anna had hurt her as a result. Because the difference was that Elsa's intentions had always been pure.

The worst part was that Anna knew she'd be forgiven. She knew Elsa would sooner or later crawl back into the tent, wrap her arms around Anna from behind, call her her little sister and then apologize. She'd apologize again and again and again. She'd change the way in which she dressed, the way she spoke, how she dealt with others and how she managed her time if it meant making it easier on Anna, and it was unfair, oh, so so unfair.

Anna didn't deserve her sister.

So when she heard the tent's curtain opening, she stilled her breath. And when her sister's cold flooded their refuge, she kept her eyes closed tight. Elsa called her name, and Anna pretended to be asleep.

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joyseuphoria · 3 years

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She hated how much she liked him now

Thank you sooo much for the prompt!!!

The “him” in the prompts are replaced with “her” since this is a fem!jily fic!!! I had too many ideas for this fic...maybe I’ll write some of the rest in the future, but here you go!

You can read it here or on ao3

THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 16:00)

Sirius Black: moony and the rest of you pay up

Marlene Mckinnon: why should we pay u?

Remus Lupin: u still owe me 20 btw so i dont think i will

Sirius Black: ofc ppl like u wouldnt know smh

jamie finally asked lily on a date

Peter Pettigrew: Wait what

Marlene McKinnon: afsjtksjdggehej

when

how

tell me everything

Sirius Black: well little prongsie finally sucked up and asked ickle lilykins on date

voila

Marlene McKinnon: give me the details black

or i s2g ill kick u out of the group

Sirius Black: empty threats

if u really wanna know u can go ask em

(Marlene McKinnon has removed Sirius Black from the group chat)

Peter Pettigrew: Remind me to not ever cross paths with Marlene

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THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 17:00)

Jamie Potter: good riddance

thx marls

Marlene McKinnon: got u covered hon

now spill

Jamie Potter: i hv a date with lil on friday:)

Lily Evans: that she does;)

Marlene McKinnon: i demand details ppl

(Dorcas Meadows has removed Marlene McKinnon from the group chat)

Remus Lupin: wh did u do that for

Dorcas Meadowes: She was being too nosy

I didn't like it

Jamie Potter:.........thx??

Dorcas Meadowes: Welcome sweetie

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THE CURLY SQUAD

(Tuesday 17:34)

Mary Macdonald: wait what????!!!!!??!

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Wednesday 16:30)

Sirius Black: r v up for spying on them on fri?

Marlene Mckinnon: u kno it;)

Mary Macdonald: hell yeah

Peter Pettigrew: Yes! ofc

Remus Lupin: we should give them some privacy sirius

tho ik its a foreign concept to you

Dorcas Meadowes: Obviously

And of course I wanna spy on them

Remus Lupin: but still...yes

Sirius Black: ther is no privacy between frnds

YAAY

Marlene Mckinnon: so v meet up at 4 outside the bistro next to three broomsticks

Peter Pettigrew: Wait when’s their date and where?!??

Mary Macdonald: at 5 in 3 broomsticks pete cmon keep up

Remus Lupin: how did u know that?

Sirius Black: im her brother and both their best frnds its obvio that id be the first one to kno

Marlene Mckinnon: and im lilys best frnd too sirius

Dorcas Meadows: You spied on them didnt you?

Sirius Black: v hv all the rights to spy on them

Mary Macdonald: wait i thought that i was lilys best frnd

Dorcas Meadowes: I can confidently say that it’s neither of you

I’m her best friend

Sirius Black: prove it

Marlene Mckinnon: yeah!

Dorcas Meadowes: (sends an attachment)

Marlene Mckinnon: shit

Mary Macdonald: …...fair

___________

Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Thursday 19:45)

Jamie Potter: cant wait for our date tomorrow

Lily Evans: ik u cant

Jamie Potter:

Lily Evans: <3

;)

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Sirius Black

(Thursday 19:48)

Jamie Potter: sirius sirius sirius

lily just sent me a winky face emoticon!!!!

what do i do???!!!?!!!?!?!

(Message read at 19:49)

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Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Thursday 19:51)

Jamie Potter: :D

_______________

Private chat between Jamie Potter and Lily Evans

(Friday 16:30)

Jamie Potter: u ready?

Lily Evans: yes !

wher r u

Jamie Potter: cool

just reached ur door

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:30)

Sirius Black: where tf r u guys

its only me and marlene here

Mary Macdonald: just outta class

be there in 10

Remus Lupin: home

Peter Pettigrew: At the ice cream parlor for ice cream

Dorcas Meadows: Oh get me some too Pete?

Remus Lupin: me too pls pete

Mary Macdonald: oooh id like some too

mint chocolate chip for me pls

Peter Pettigrew: Sure thing! wh abt the rest of u??

Dorcas Meadowes : Strawberry! with a lot of strawberries as toppings!!!

Remus Lupin : devils choc ofc

Sirius Black : guys can v focus at the matter in hand??!!

also charcoal ice cream pls

just as black as my soul

Peter Pettigrew : ...k

U marls??

Marlene Mckinnon:..........vanilla. thx

____________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:45)

Sirius Black: where tf r u guys?!!??!?

theyll b here any sec

Remus Lupin: sirius everyone is here

except for u and marlene

where tf r u guys?!!???

Marlene McKinnon: we r at the spirit store

where tf r u guys????

Sirius Black: i told u guys to meet us here

Dorcas Meadowes: Wtf is a spirit store?

Sirius Black: a store that sees our spirit

Peter Pettigrew: Ur ice creams starting to melt!!!!!!

Mary MacDonald: oh the halloween costume shop?

why?

Sirius Black: to dress up ofc

Marlene Mckinnon: honesty guys?

lily and jamie will recognise us if v go like this

and v cant afford that!!!!

Remus Lupin: that is smart….

didnt expect it from u both

Sirius Black: fuck you remus

fuck you

Dorcas Meadowes: So what are our disguises??

Marlene McKinnon: dog ears and nose

a gily suit

a moon suit

rat whiskers and ears

a tree hat and glasses

and a big floppy hat and sunglasses for my beautiful girlfriend

Dorcas Meadowes: ………….

Peter Pettigrew: Dorcas and remus took ur ice cream btw

Something about it melting, u being stupid and u not being here

Sirius Black: remy how could u

Marlene McKinnon: ffs dorcas

i thought u loved me

Peter Pettigrew: Who’s wearing what costume?

Remus Lupin: also sirius

do u really think that we can pull it off?

itd be tooo obvious

Mary Macdonald: nd theyll realise that we r spying on them

Sirius Black: they couldnt even realise that they had a crush on each other until i intervened

do you think that theyll realise that its us???????

Remus Lupin: …...point

Sirius Black: so im wearing the dog ears and nose

marls gonna wear the gily suit

the moon hat and the silver suit is for u remus

Marlene Mckinnon: the rat whiskers r for peter

and the tree hat and sunglasses r for mary :)

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JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 16:55)

Sirius Black: ok now positions!

marlene mary and i r sitting in the booth behind the big fat hydrangea

nd remus peter nd dorcas r gonna sit 2 rows behind them in the corner table outside

Peter Pettigrew: How do u even know where the r gonna sit?????!!!!!???

Marlene Mckinnon: v bribed the receptionist obviously

Sirius Black: she will make sure that they sit second in the row between the hydrangeas and the window

Remus Lupin: how can v hear them if v r outside??

Marlene Mckinnon: oh hush remus

ever heard of privacy?

Remus Lupin: wtf do u think we r doing rn??!!?!??!?!!

Dorcas Meadowes: Making sure the date goes perfectly?

Sirius Black: thank u dorcas

Mary Macdonald: yeah!

exactly

Remus Lupin: …………

i give up

Peter Pettigrew: Just now?

Thought u gave up when Jamie successfully insulted Lily two yers back when in fact she was supposed to ask her out on a date :/

Sirius Black: that was a good laugh

___________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 17:04)

Peter Pettigrew: Ok they’re sitting rn

Dorcas Meadowes: Don’t they look cute together

Remus Lupin: do i hv to wear this silvery rocky suit?!??!

Sirius Black: yes

and yes they look perfect

our ship is finally sailing

Dorcas Meadowes: Is is is Jamie stuffing a breadstick in her nose

Peter Pettigrew: No I think she’s trying to look like a walrus

Remus Lupin: she does not need to embarrass herself more

Mary Macdonald: u really think this is anything compared to the time when she tripped over her cat and fell on lilys bday cake?

Sirius Black: lolol

the bruise she left him with lasted for two weeks

Dorcas Meadowes: I stg that woman has the best boxing skills

Marlene Mckinnon: dorcas!!!! not me????

im ur girlfriend!!!

Mary Macdonald: lolololol

she thought that jamie did it on purpose for years lol

Marlene McKinnon: and why tf is lily doing the same

i thought she had more sense than that

Remus Lupin: love can do that to you ya know

Sirius Black: u would know

Marlene McKinnon: ohhh look jamie snorted the breadstick out of her mouth!!

neat

Mary Macdonald: lily did it too

Mary Macdonald: i think she has enough sense to not offend lily

Remus Lupin: ya think?

u want me to remind u about all the times she offended lily?

Peter Pettigrew: Yeah so much that she hated Jamie

Sirius Black: nah she didnt

if anything lily hates how much she likes her now

Marlene Mckinnon: do u think theyll order soup?

Sirius Black: yeah ig

jamie wants it to be all fancy

Marlene McKinnon: pls dont order tomato soup

Mary Macdonald: it awfully looked a lot like the waiter said no tomato soup

Peter Pettigrew: Really? Lily hates tomatoes why would Jamie order em

Thought she wouldn’t today

At least

Sirius Black: thank hell jamie didnt order the tomato one

Dorcas Meadowes: Remember when Jamie made marinara for Lily to impress her lol

Remus Lupin: that plan backfired soo bad

Marlene Mckinnon at least lilys prank to get back at her was awesome

Sirius Black: that was such a power move!!!

and including taylor’s song

shehgeueytoaknd

Remus Lupin: tho she coloured her cat the so called emerald green and not key lime green and v had to listen to her go on and on abt how lily knows her fav colour

Mary Macdonald: jamie continued to think that it meant that she knew it for three months

Dorcas Meadowes: As if u didnt like it

Mary Macdonald: lol i did love it

Peter Pettigrew: They are bonkers

Dorcas Meadowes: Bonkers for each other

Sirius Black: lol

Dorcas Meadowes: Their soup’s here

Sirius Black: spinach soup???

ewww jamie

Peter Pettigrew: Ahh creamy mushroom soup for Lil ig

Awesome choice

Mary Macdonald: they really ought to try new things

smh

___________

JILY LAMES TALK

(Friday 17:16)

Remus Lupin: wh did u guys order?

we ordered a lasagna

Marlene Mckinnon:?uhh same

ohhh look

Peter Pettigrew: The waiter’s back with pasta for both of them YAY

Do you guys think that they realised that we are spying on them??

Marlene Mckinnon: nah they’re hopeless Pete so no

Sirius Black: thank hell that they r cute

Remus Lupin: lol

Dorcas Meadowes: 3 yrs ago I wouldnt have thought that they would be here together on a date

Mary Macdonald: hell they woulnt have even been here as friends

Remus Lupin: or come here with us

Marlene Mckinnon: lily didnt even kno that she is bi then

Dorcas Meadowes: Yeah

It was quite a rough time for her

Peter Pettigrew: Guyssss

I have a question

Dorcas Meadowes: Shoot Pete

Peter Pettigrew: Why is the group name curly squad?

I mean only Dorcas’s hair is curly I only gathered that much

Dorcas Meadowes: Lol no Pete

Sirius Black: LOLOLOL

Marlene Mckinnon: lolll

Dorcas Meadowes Ohk so

None of us here are just straight so we’re curly lol

Sirius Black: lil nd i r bi

u r ace

dorcas nd mary r pans

remus is gay

jamie is lesbian

Marlene Mckinnon: i am bi too

u already knew that but still

Sirius Black: so yeah thats why

Peter Pettigrew: Oh wow

Thanks guys

Sirius Black: np pete

Peter Pettigrew: Jamie just leaned over to brush the remnants of pasta from lilys lips!!!!!!!!

Mary Macdonald: thats soo cute they r perfect

Sirius Black: nauseating more like

Dorcas Meadowes: I’m just revelling in the fact that she didnt brush him off

Marlene Mckinnon: thats second year of uni lily

even first fits in the category

Peter Pettigrew: and she held her hand!!!!!

Bold

Sirius Black: is that…...snep

Remus Lupin: snep?????

Dorcas Meadowes: Where

Sirius Black: behind u guys

Remus Lupin: OHHHH FUCK

Mary Macdonald: do u think that he knows abt their date

Sirius Black: well jamie did post it on her insta so…….

Dorcas Meadowes: Oh shit

Peter Pettigrew: Shit alright

Marlene Mckinnon: hes coming over ig

Mary Macdonald: yup hes in

Sirius Black: WHYYYYYY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME GOD

COULDNT YOU LET MY SHIP LIVE IN PEACE!!!!

Remus Lupin: well u know what they say abt cannons sinking a ship :/

Sirius Black: remus theodore lupin u dare say that jily lames is not cannon

Marlene Mckinnon: remus ralph lupin wtf

Dorcas Meadowes: Remy, how could you?

Peter Pettigrew: Why would you say that Remus?

Mary Macdonald: remus john lupin u take that back right this instant

oh we r playing call remus wrong names

sry I didnt realise

Remus Lupin: i am sry guys I ship jily as much as u do

Sirius Black: LAMES

Remus Lupin: but i had to lol

i think v should go stop him from disturbing them

Mary Macdonald: hes already headed their way

its too late

Marlene Mckinnon: i s2g i will punch snep today if he does anything to them

Sirius Black: ill tackle him

Marlene McKinnon: perfect

Mary Macdonald: v might blow our cover too

not that im worried abt that

tho they might not appreciate the sentiment

Sirius Black: v shld go

Dorcas Meadowes: I feel like they'll want to handle this themselves

But ok!

Mary Macdonald: ok he hates u and remus the most so dorcas and i should go first

Sirius Black: but im their best friend

Dorcas Meadowes: Too late they’re already talking

Sirius Black: NOOOOOO

Remus Lupin: ig he just mentioned siris name

Sirius Black: seems that way

if he says anything abt jamie or reg i will lose it

Dorcas Meadowes: I think he’s berating lily for being out with jamie….

Mary Macdonald: ofc what else does the greasy slime ball know

Sirius Black: ok im gonna go

Peter Pettigrew: How to grease your hair 101??

Sirius Black: lol yes

Marlene Mckinnon: is he

is he pointing over to us

Mary Macdonald:k they r looking at us

Peter Pettigrew: Did Lily just call ur name out, guys?

Dorcas Meadowes: Mary, make sure Marls and Sirius don’t do anything stupid

_________

“Sirius, no!” Remus shouted, as the boy in question marched over to Jamie’s and Lily’s table.

“Well, hello there snivellus. Looking positively greasy today aren’t we?” Sirius taunted.

“What are you doing here Black?” Snape sneered.

Sirius hummed before responding, “We just fancied a dinner here. What about you?”

“Looking for something to grease?” Marlene chimed.

“Marlene,” Lily warned.

“Thought I’d visit my friend Lily here. That’s all Black,” Snape answered.

“More like crash her date,” Dorcas muttered, as she joined the group around Lily and Jamie’s table with Remus, Mary, and Peter.

“I am not your friend Snape.” Lily stood up, accompanied by Jamie.

“Lily!” The greasy haired man faced her pleadingly, “I care about you a lot. That’s why I’m telling you to not date Potter! Thinking that you’re bi may well just be a phase that’ll go away, Lily. Moreover, she doesn’t really care about you! She just thinks that you are some sort of prize to be won.”

Jamie looked like she wanted to dislocate Snape’s jaw, her fists curled at her sides. But the warning glance Lily threw her, made her insides calm down

“You know nothing about me Snape,” Lily said, with gritted teeth. “Now go away before I dislocate your nose.” Sirius whistled in support.

“Lily, we’ve been best friends since we were ten. I know you, Lily. Please listen to me,”

“If you were my best friend you’d have supported me instead of behaving like an ignorant ass. Now please go away.”

“Lily, please.”

Barely a moment later, Lily’s fist connected with Snape’s nose. Blood leaked down his front, while the rest of the gang rushed to vocally support her.

“You’ll regret that Lily!” Snape glared threateningly.

Before long, Sirius had tackled Snape to the ground, and accidentally splattered the lasagna the waiter was bringing over to their table, on Snape’s head.

“I...“ Lily began.

“You can save your breath, Lils,” Sirius started, “he’s a harmless, entitled prick”

“Looks like you have a lot of grease to get rid of, Snep,” Marlene announced.

“And Snep, pro tip: the only shampoo that keeps the grease at bay is the Sleakeasy shampoo. You should try it out!” Jamie, ever so helpful, advised, and moved to position her hand behind Lily’s back.

“Sorry about that Sir, we’ll cover the charges for the ill-fated lasagna,” Sirius apologised to the waiter as he helped him up from the ground.

“Could you please get him out of this shop? He’s been troubling us, as you can see,” Dorcas asked, politely.

The waiter simply looked baffled. However, he nodded and successfully escorted Snape out of the restaurant.

“Now this is going to be quite the first date story to tell at the wedding.” Peter spoke up for the first time since they gathered at the table between the hydrangeas and the windows.

Jamie blushed and looked around, anywhere but at Lily, though her hand never left Lily’s back, while the redhead laughed at her.

“Well, since we’re all together, we can have dessert and you can continue spying on us while sitting at our table,” Lily said. “Nice ears you’ve got there, Sirius. Though I’d prefer Dorcas’s floppy hat.”

“Yeah! I personally love the whiskers, Pete. Seriously, Marlene? A gily suit? Inconspicuous much? And Remus, you have enough sense to stop them!” Jamie put on.

Remus just shrugged, his big crescent shaped moon hat toppling Mary’s tree hat downwards. “Sorry,” he said, bending to pick it up.

“Thanks,” she said, when he gave the hat to her, “why did we agree to wear these again?”

“So we would be incognito, Mary”

“And we were successful! These oblivious dorks didn’t even realise that it was us until old snivelly pointed it out,” Sirius stated.

“Also, we did have ice-cream before coming here, so you guys should continue, we’ll leave,” Dorcas said.

“Hey! We didn’t get to eat that ice-cream! You and Remus took it from us,” Marlene reprimanded.

“Yeah! So we’ll be staying here and you guys can shoo away,” Sirius included.

“Well in that case you can all leave and get yourselves ice cream while Lily and I can finally enjoy our date,” Jamie, now pushing Sirius, and shoo-ing the others to the doors, said.

“Say what you want Jamie, I am enjoying our date,” expressed Lily.

“You are?” Jamie turned around, completely forgetting the others in the room.

“Well, looks like they’re more nauseating and lame than before. Should we go?” Asked Marlene.

“Nah. Let’s just sit outside and spy on them through the window,” Sirius smirked.

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years

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Eye Candy (Ronald Speirs x Reader)

Just a something that popped into my head and made me laugh.

Can be read as reader or OFC.

Warnings: sexual tension (no smut though)

Words: 3k

Here’s the link for the sequel- Distraction

"I hope that lieutenant asks for a dance tonight."

"Which one?" Mary asked, adjusting her nurse's cap over her brunette hair. "The one with the scar on his cheek or that other one from Easy Company? I can't keep track of all the men who catch your fancy."

"It's not that many. Besides, there is nothing wrong with admiring an attractive man in uniform." Lucy stated, giving a over-the-top wink.

"And there, girls, is why Lucy joined the Nurse Corps!"

The four nurses in training laughed as they walked back to their barracks from their studies. The humid Georgia air felt sweltering, even more so after the short rain shower that morning.

When I first came to Camp Toccoa, I had no idea I would be fighting the weather in conjunction with my studies and the leering looks from the soldiers. Not that I let any of it bother me. I was here to serve my country and help save those brave men that I could. My family had been proud of my decision to join the Nurse Corps. So here I found myself walking with the small group of friends I had made, glad for the weekend to finally arrive.

"Mary is hoping to catch the eye of a certain dark haired lieutenant named Nixon…"

"Lucy! He is married!"

"So? Why does that matter? It's just a dance, unless you are thinking about a different kind of dance with him…"

Mary's face turned tomato red as she swatted at Lucy even though she was giggling like a schoolgirl admitting her crush.

"What about you?" Rebecca asked, nudging me as I walked beside her. "You never talk about who you fancy."

I shrugged. "I'm here to prepare for war. I don't have time for men."

"See! This is why you need to come out with us tonight! You spend all your time thinking about anatomy and sutures and bandages, you're going to miss all the opportunities for fun before we ship out!" Lucy exclaimed, spinning around with her arms wide.

"You know I'm on rotation tonight at the aid station. Even if I wanted to, I can't go out tonight."

"I think you're making excuses." Rebecca pointed her finger at me.

"Fine! There's got to be at least ONE man who catches your eye." Lucy said, sided up to me, her bold red lips pursed. "Tell us who and we'll stop bothering you tonight."

I thought about the proposal. It was at least two hours before they left to go to the dance hall and I had to check in for rotation at the aid station on base. If I did not say anything, I could already tell I would be the center of talk and gossip while they got ready. Not my favorite place to be. On the other hand if I told them, they would certainly make fun of me. His name had never come up in our group which surprised me. Every time he had to stop by the aid station for something or I glimpsed him either in the mess hall or at PT, it felt like my heart beat became irregular and butterflies erupted in my stomach. Not that it mattered because nothing would happen. He had never so much as glanced my way. Not that I wanted him too. No. I was here to focus on becoming the best nurse possible...not handsome men with eyes that could pierce stone and lips that looked like they tasted like the finest whiskey and a commanding voice that sent my heart into overdrive.

Lucy's shriek interrupted my thoughts. "Oooo...there is someone! Spill! It's obvious you're thinking about him now! Oh my stars, you're blushing! You HAVE to tell us now!"

I opened my mouth but Rebecca glared at me and uttered, "don't even try to lie."

Dammit.

My thoughts raced a mile a minute to try and found a way out of this situation. Looking at my friends' eager and smug faces, I knew the only thing that would get me out of confessing was the apocalypse...and even that was debatable.

"Fine. But you are all sworn to secrecy of the highest order!" I finally caved in.

They squealed and dragged me off the path, ignoring the startled looks from those walking nearby, and against the nearest building which happened to be a barrack not far from ours. On the one hand I knew if I waited to tell back at our barrack, other nurses would be there and I certainly did NOT want the whole camp to know. Yet it also made me uncomfortable to say his name out here in the open.

There was no way this was going to end well.

"I bet it's Winters." Mary stated.

"Who?"

Mary rolled her eyes at Lucy. "The redhead from Easy Company. He does seem swell, if on the quiet side."

Rebecca shushed them both. "If you two would shut up, she might actually tell us."

My throat felt swollen. Oh why had I agreed to this? I could just throw out a name and they would not know the difference, right? Maybe I should just say Winters and be done with it.

Lucy seemed to be able to read my mind though. "If you don't say it, I'll walk straight to the officers' table at dinner tomorrow and tell them all what happened when you got drunk last month."

Oh no! I could feel the blood drain out of my face. It did not help the smirk that grew on her face like the cat that caught the canary. She knew she had me. Maybe I could give hints and they would be satisfied?

"Um, he is from Dog Company."

"Is he an officer?" Mary asked.

"Yes…"

"Is he handsome?" Lucy wiggled her eyebrows.

Rebecca swatted Lucy's arm. "What kind of dumb question is that?"

"I can't handle the anticipation!" Mary practically bounced on her toes, a huge smile on her face. "Just tell us!"

"It’s Lieutenant Speirs."

All three stared at me like I had just grown a second head or dropped my drawers right there.

"What?" I shrugged, fiddling with my apron, "I think he's handsome...and intriguing."

"You know the rumors about him right?" Rebecca stated flatly, eyeing me like she was concerned for my mental state of being.

"Yeah, but they are just rumors. We all know the rumors they say about Lucy and that private from…"

Lucy reached for me to cover my mouth but I swatted her hand away, stepping out of her reach, smiling.

"No wonder she never goes out with us. He always stays on base."

"It's not like that!" I slipped my arm through Rebecca's, trying to encourage the group to start walking again. "He has never even said a word to me. It's alright though. I like admiring him from afar. He's like something delicious for my eyes."

That got the girls laughing and I could not help joining in. Maybe it was good that I told them? A bonding thing or something. Not like anything would ever come out of my crush or admitting it.

"I think your mother must have dropped you on your head one too many times as a baby." Lucy said to me, slipping her arm through my other one. "But at least it's not that guy from Easy who is always trying to pinch our asses."

"Cobb?"

We all shuddered. No one liked him.

We continued our walk, talking and laughing about different men from the companies. They argued which dresses they should wear tonight and if they had enough time to completely redo their hair. I listened, adding my thoughts occasionally but just happy to absorb the energy and joy they emitted. Even if I could not join them tonight, which I did not mind too much, alcohol and me did not mix well as we learned, I liked helping them get ready. It was a nice change from talking about blood, wounds and sepsis.

If only I had taken the time to look behind me, I would have seen a pair of dark eyes following me with the curl of smoke from a cigarette drifting around them.

*****

I stood in the aid station's supply room, counting bundles of bandages on the shelves before me and writing the numbers on the clipboard in my hands. It was mundane work but I enjoyed it. The station was quiet, no one had come in yet to get their hands bandaged from a fight or for something to help with the hangover they would certainly have come morning.

The charge nurse had stepped out to get some missing paperwork and most likely have a cigarette.

Softly I hummed to myself. I only had about three hours left on my shift then I could go back to barracks and sleep.

I heard the main door open but when no one called out I assumed it was the charge staff returning. Odd, she had not been gone that long. Humming still, I bent over to grab a basket from the bottom shelf to count the scissors next.

"You enjoy admiring me from afar, mmm?" The deep voice spoke from behind me.

Started by the sudden voice, I whipped around, almost dropping the clipboard still in my hands.

Lieutenant Ronald Speirs leaned against the doorframe to the supply room, arms crossed over his chest. Dressed in a clean uniform with his garrison cap and the paratrooper emblem on it, he looked like an Adonis.

Then his words sank in.

"Ex...excuse me?"

He tilted his head slightly as he studied me with those dark eyes, a side smirk lifted his lips. "And apparently I am something delicious for your eyes?"

My brain went on the fritz…here was my worst nightmare come true. I leaned against the counter behind me, needing the extra support. "Ah, um, who...who said that?"

"You should be more observant of where you are divulging secrets in the future, particularly in front of an officer's barrack with the door open."

Oh no.

My face felt like it was on fire and I averted my eyes, utterly embarrassed. I hugged the clipboard closer to my chest, wishing to be anywhere in the world but here at this moment.

He chuckled, the sound shooting through me like a rocket. Even when he was purposely humiliating me, he was still attractive. There should be a law against that.

"Lieutenant Speirs," I started, my mouth full of cotton and I refused to lift my gaze off the floor. How could I ever look at him again and not spontaneously combust into a supernova of humiliation? "I apologize for my statements. It was unprofessional of me."

"Is it true though?"

I squeaked when he spoke again, suddenly closer. In the next moment I could see the tops of his boots in my vision.

"Sir?" My voice cracked as I spoke. Oh God, could this get any worse?

A calloused hand gripped my chin, slowly encouraging my chin up.

In a last ditch effort to maintain whatever dignity I had left, I kept my eyes downcast, moving only up to his chest as he tilted my head up.

"Nurse, look at me." His voice deepened with the command.

My stomach flip flopped at the sound, heart rate accelerated dangerously. I swear he could hear it since his smirk grew ever so slightly. My eyes finally met his dark ones as he loomed over me, holding me hostage with his intense gaze and his hand on my chin. I could not help but wonder if my pupils dilated.

Dammit.

"Is. It. True?"

"Yes." The whisper came unbidden out of my lips, as if summoned forth by him without my consent.

His other hand tugged the clipboard from my hands, having had it pressed against my chest like a shield. The whole time our eyes remained locked. It was both exhilaration and nerve-wracking. This terrifying and handsome man who had never directly spoken to me and I had secretly pined for was now within inches of me, his hand on my chin and gazing into my eyes.

I absent-mindedly wondered if I would faint as all my brain cells seemed to suddenly have vanished.

His hand upon my chin slowly began sliding up my jawline, the softest caress to cup my cheek then slip behind my neck. His touch was intoxicating.

"Mmm…am now? Do you still admire me this close?"

Words were useless at this point. I was a fly caught in a spider's web. I could only stare at him, a prey afraid to move once it found itself within a predator's gaze.

He closed the distance between us further, only a hairbreadth of space between our chests. Lowering his head he brought his mouth close to my ear to whisper, "I am flattered, but we are headed for war. Distractions will only get us killed."

"Am I a distraction?"

I had no idea where the question came from since my brain was running on autopilot and all my senses felt like they were on fire. It was when he tensed minutely that I realized what I actually asked.

His hand dragged agonizingly slow down my back until he gripped the counter next to my hip. His other hand mirrored, both hands gripping the counter I was pressed against. His thumbs rubbed small circles on my hips, keeping me in place even more than his body crowding me.

"Every damn day you distract me." He confessed, his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to touch you and taste you for myself. I want to throttle every man that receives your touch, even if you are only doing your job."

My breath was caught in my chest. It was only when his lips landed on my neck that a sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me. My hands flew to grasp the front of his ODs, to keep myself upright as my legs had turned to jelly. His lips caressed my skin, trailing kisses and nips from my neck to my jawline. At one point one of my hands slid up to knock his cap off, carding my fingers through his short hair. His hands skimmed up from my hips to my waist then to rub the underside of my breasts with his thumbs before trailing back down to my hips. I moaned at his touch, a fire blazing through my veins. He seemed to like that, a possessive growl came from deep in his throat as he sucked on the corner of my jaw. If he had not been holding me up, I would have been a lust-fueled puddle on the floor. I knew tomorrow I would most likely have bruises on my hips for how tightly his hands gripped me and on my neck due to his affections but all I could think of was I wanted more. I wanted him to hold me tighter, hold me closer, touch me more, kiss me harder. I wanted more of this intoxication. I wanted to drown in him and never resurface.

Time both stilled and spent up. I was unsure how long we remained in that precarious position, all my focus on the man holding me hostage on the brink of ecstasy.

The slamming of the front door broke us out of our haze. His lips left my skin, but he did not move. His chest rapidly rising and falling to mirror my own. Shifting back slightly his gaze met him. I wondered how flushed my face was but in the moment I did not care. He had never looked so beautiful. Swollen lips, lust-filled eyes, his ODs slightly wrinkled from my hands clutching at them.

God I hoped I remembered this until the day I died.

Slowly he took a step back, his hands trailing over my hips until the last minute to fall by his sides. "Until next time. Have a pleasant evening, Nurse." After one final longing look, he turned and silently walked out.

Only when the front door shut did it startle me out of my dreamy haze.

Wait...that's it?

Until next time?

What does that mean?

I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. What just happened? I knew it was not my imagination since I could almost feel the bruises forming on my hips and neck. I would need to get some ice, otherwise I was unsure how I would explain love bites to my friends tomorrow. My fingers drifted over my lips, in awe of what just happened.

That single touch threw a bucket of cold water over me.

That whole time we never actually kissed!

WHAT?!

On more than one occasion as I laid awake at night on my cot, I had fantasized what his kisses would feel like. And now I blew it.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered, digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets. Self-deprecation would only get me so far right now. I opened my eyes and dropped my hands to my sides. To my surprise a garrison cap laid just next to my feet. Squatting down, I gingerly picked it up, holding it in my hand like a precious jewel. The paratrooper emblem immediately let me know who it belonged to. I forgot I knocked it off his head.

A plan began to form in my mind.

There was only one way he was getting his garrison cap back.

He would have to trade it for a proper kiss.

#easy company #band of brothers #Band of Brothers fandom #band of brothers fanfic #ronald speirs #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #ronald speirs x ofc #nurse corps #reader insert

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imxeracus · 4 years

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Baby Steps

Pairing: Gruvia ofc Inspired by FT 100 Years Quest Chapter 58. Sorry I took so long! But here’s one for the books. :) I used the “I’m glad you’re safe” part because a lot of people did the ballroom reference. I might do that one day but not now haha. Also about the places I’m not really accurate okay. I didn’t go check where everyone was exactly so please don’t attack me on it. Here you guys go anyway. Enjoy hopefully? Also this became too long I’m sry ––––––––––– “Damn, this town is confusing.” Gray and Juvia sat down on a bench nearby, panting heavily. Before this were running across the streets looking left and right for any signs of their own guild members. They were surprised that they cannot find any in sight as they were just together not too long ago. It did not help that they were just fighting earlier on as well. Juvia was thirsty, and she wondered if Gray – well, was thirsty too after all that and wanted to suggest he ought to drink some water. Her water, to be exact. She blushed at the thought of it. She did not mean anything else but it did seem a little awkward and she worried that it would ruin the mood they have been having. She shook her head. No, she thought. Gray-sama wouldn’t get turn off just because of this right? Things are different now between him and Juvia – maybe, but still…. She took a glance at him and sees that he Is still trying to catch his breath when Juvia already managed to compose herself. Without further ado she reached out for his shoulder to inquire when a voice was heard in both of their minds. “Gray, Juvia, are you guys alright? where are the both of you?” This voice.. “Warren! Is that you?” Gray spoke up in surprise. “Glad to hear you guys are alright. We are over at the west side of this town, where Natsu is. We went to find him.” “That explains why you guys were not near us! We’ll head over there now. Thanks man.” “See you guys.” With that Warren shut down his telepathic powers and Gray got up almost immediately, Juvia following suit. He did not seem to be panting anymore, but excited to go back to where everyone else were. The duo continued to walk their way towards the west side, the distance way further than they expected. However, they eventually reached and sure enough saw them all, gathered around a battered, but very cheerful pink dragon slayer. They were observing the scene — where Lucy was on the brink of crying as Natsu consoled her with a pat on the head. Juvia’s heart went giddy at the sight of it as she recalled how Gray also did something similar to that. She smiled to herself as she touched her own cossack hat, not daring to look at Gray to wonder if he felt the same. “’Yer look like a freak, smiling to yourself like that.” She felt a huge weight on top of her head as her body sunk down a little in surprise, and looked at the person who caused it with fondly discontentment. “Gajeel-kun.” “Yo.” Gajeel smirked. “Guess you two got ‘em good, huh?” “Gajeel! I was wondering where you wen- Oh, Gray and Juvia are back too!” Levy came and proceeded to hug Juvia with care, not hurting her belly. “I’m so glad the two of you are safe!” “Juvia’s glad too that everything worked out fine in the end.” “How did you guys defeat him? Was it with the power of love?” Levy grew a suspicious smile as Juvia blushed and mumbled incoherently at that bold statement, unsure of what to say. She wanted to say that it was, but Gray was rather vague and did not mention the word “love”. Even though she was rather confident it was, but she did not immediately dare to say so. Before she could think of saying anything, Gray cleared his throat and it caught the rest of their attention. His head was hung low, daring himself to glance at Juvia with a look that she could not comprehend as he quickly looked away. “I’m gonna go rest for abit.” With that he took his leave, leaving all of them and Juvia, confused. He looked as if he wanted to tell her something but did not. What did his look meant? “Guess Ice Boy has some ants in his pants.” Levy lightly smacked him and reprimanded him for his rude statement, as Juvia walked away. She was curious yet concerned as to what he wanted to tell her. However, the bluenette decided to shake it off as went to rest. The guild was planning to host a celebration tonight before leaving the next day. With nothing much packed, she wore her usual outfit and was relieved to see everyone doing the same. She was worried that it was going to be something grand and did not want to look plain — however this was her guild, she should have known it was going to be casual with lots of brawling involved. She caught sight of her beloved as he was having his usual brawl with Natsu before the reequip mage came and put it to an end, rendering them defeated and begging for her mercy. She giggled at the sight of it and went to take a drink herself as she sat with Cana, Lucy and Levy for the night. They were talking about the mother-to-be as the bookworm was expecting in a few months time. Juvia smiled as they converse, though she could not help but feel a little envious whenever she heard about her iron dragon slayer friend ironing out his life well with a partner and eventually, becoming a father himself. She glanced at Gray from afar and wondered if they would reach that point of becoming lovers. Recently, things have been different for them despite him leaving her for the quest temporarily. She never knew the reason why, but today got her mind in circles. She’s my power to live. I’m glad you’re safe. .... I’m gonna go rest for abit. Juvia shook it off and knew that if Gray did not want to talk about it, she could never force him. Though she silently wished in her heart that he would tell her more. Eventually, the night passed but instead of staying back to drink with the rest, she decided that it was time to go as she would be leaving early the next day. She began to walk back in peaceful silence with her head titled downwards, deep in thoughts about her beloved ice mage. Juvia sighed as she wondered how she would to face him tomorrow. If possible, the bluenette did not want to leave before getting the clarification she so desired. “I didn’t think you’d be excusing yourself this soon.” Juvia turned in surprise to see none other than Gray Fullbuster – the man who has been in her thoughts – in flesh himself. “Juvia didn’t think it’d be wise to get wasted again before leaving tomorrow, what about you Gray-sama?” She quickly smiled as his eyes rolled in immediate response to her question.

“Me? No way in hell I’m gonna go through the Christmas drama again.” She giggled at how typical his response was, while Gray soften his gaze on her as she did so. He slightly blushed, knowing that what he mentioned was only half true. “Well...” The ice mage scratches the back of his neck, feeling a little nervous. “I also–um, saw you going out.” “Eh–? Gray-sama saw Juvia?” He saw her the moment she was feeling flustered earlier on. He heard her faint laughter from afar as he brawled with Natsu. He saw her as she went to sit with the girls. He saw her leaving the place with a saddened look on her face, which hurt him so badly. His eyes became half lidded as he pulled her right wrist gently with his left hand, hearing a small gasp leave her lips. Little did she know – he too had been wondering how to talk to her before she goes back. He too, wanted her to know more about his feelings, but it was a challenge for a person like him. I was looking at you the whole time, Gray thought to himself, but struggled to get the words out of his mouth. Too many years has it been building up his own wall of ice, that it became difficult for him to tear it back down. “Baby steps.” He managed. “Let’s take baby steps together.” He looked up instantly when her body became feeble from his grasp to find Juvia in her lovestruck state. “G-G-Gray-sama wants to have a baby with Juvia!?” “I-I didn’t mean THAT!” Gray quickly defended as he tried to shake it off her with his hands on her shoulders, beet red as a tomato. “ Calm down Juvia! I want us to work out but I can’t go all the way yet!” Juvia eventually compose herself and Gray slapped his forehead, sighing as he wondered why did he not think through his words more. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die somewhere, but knew there was no turning back on the things he said. “What I mean is–um–I know I promised you an answer. I made you wait for so long and I know you want this to work. I-I want the same.” Juvia’s heart melted at the sincerity of his voice as he went on. “I know it would take a long time being the fool I am, but I want us to take small steps to our relationship. I’m really bad at my words, Juvia. I’m really bad at public affections but–um–” He nervously took her hand in his and gulped loudly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “This is okay for a start?” He averted his gaze. It was too much for him to bear after his grand speech. She too flushed at his actions, but managed to smile softly and squeezed his hand in response. “Yes, Gray-sama.” They began to walk together hand in hand back, feeling each others’ warmth. She looked at Gray’s back as he was ahead of her slightly and could tell how red he was by the ears. Her heart squeezed, knowing he was trying hard for her sake and she appreciated it. The water mage smiled to herself as could not believe how a simple journey back to her room became unexpectedly pleasant. “When I get back, maybe we should have a d-date or something.” And it could not get any better than this.

#gruvia #fairy tail #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia fanfiction #ft #by imxeracus #;-;#edit:omg i just noticed so mistakes in this fanfic i wanna crawl in a hole and die somewhere

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obikenobis · 3 years

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INTERVIEW GAME

i was tagged by @mandah-lorian !!! thank you so much kiana!!! 💖💖💖

nickname: i umm....don’t really have one i guess lmaoo, my brother and i call each other noob so much that it’s basically a nickname so i’ll just count that

pronouns: she/her

star sign: im a leo (even tho 90% of the time i dont feel like it lol)

height: 5′2 :(

time currently: 5:13 pm

birthday: august 14th!!

favorite groups/bands: i listen to a lot of Mumford & Sons, Snow Patrol, All Time Low, Coldplay, I guess The Beatles, The Decemberists, The Killers, Aly & AJ (their music fucking slaps) and if i add any more it’ll be wayyy too much lol

favorite solo artist: TAYLOR SWIFT i’ve been a fan since i was 7 years old, Lorde, Phoebe Bridgers, beabadoobee, Regina Spektor, Sleeping at Last (who is technically a solo artist i think,) Noah Reid, Julien Baker, the list goes on

song stuck in my head: THAT DUMB CHUG JUG FORTNITE SONG ITS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR WEEKS

last movie you watched: lmao robots (2005) because it’s an anti-capitalist cinematic masterpiece and also ewan mcgregor’s in it (the whole movie is basically just ewan fake screaming with an american accent sjdfkhs)

last show you binged: i’m binging how i met your mother right now because it’s been a looong time since i’ve watched it so i thought why not

when you created your blog: damn i literally made this sideblog in february so this blog is still pretty fresh, but i’ve been on tumblr since 2013

last thing i googled: “how to get anvil minecraft” ..............

other blogs: my main is @laleelawadee !! and i’ve got a marvel sideblog that i should probably use more lmao @eliizabetholsens

why i chose my url: when i first made this blog i was just sort of absentmindedly typing in a bunch of semi-canon names, not expecting any of them to stick, and of course my fav man is obi-wan so i was trying some obi names and this one was somehow available lmaoo

do you get asks: i mean i usually expect zero asks so the fact that i’ve actually gotten some is a surprise to me lol

how many people you are following: 209

how many followers: 625 seriously yall im blown away thank you!!

average hours of sleep: it’s either 4 hours or 11 hours there is no in between

lucky number: 14!! im basic and it’s just my birthdate lol

instruments: i play the ukulele!! i’ve got two—an ebony wood one and a pretty teal one <3

currently wearing: a blue striped shirt, some jeans, my taylor swift cardigan and my one ring necklace lmao

dream job: a graphic novelist or a storyboard artist at disney/cartoon network :)

dream trip: i’ve technically been in tokyo.....’s airport, but i wanna actually go to tokyo and explore the city!! also anywhere in europe really, like scotland or ireland!!

favorite food: spaghetti #1 (my dad makes this tomato vinegar sauce thats SO good) and literally anything with rice: eggs with rice, nuggets with rice, shrimp with rice, chicken with rice, squid with rice, i can go on forever

favorite song: saturn by sleeping at last, a truly gorgeous song that hits me with a shockwave of emotions every single time

top 3 fictional worlds to live in: oh star wars ofc, but also middle earth!!! and umm third world, skyrim i guess lol, i wanna be a khajiit

(no pressure!!) tagging: @emilykenobi @myonly-hope @obihoekenobi @kenobismullet @radiantskywalker @reyobi-wan (also if you’ve done this before feel free to just ignore this lol)

#tag game #erin speaks #ah this was really fun!!!!#i like answering questions i dont know why lol

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 3

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful

Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures. I used pictures of Blake Lively for my OFC.

Beta by the lovely @hell1129-blog Danke, Schatz!

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.

Previous parts:

1 / 2

In Part 3 Thomas is going to meet his love interest... Hope you enjoy it!

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The next morning Thomas woke up early from a night full of uneasy dreams, leaving him nervous, tired and in a foul mood.

"What's up, shank? Why the long face? You're afraid the girls are gonna jump at the new alpha in town instead of swooning over you?" Minho teased him on their way to the beach.

"What are you talking 'bout, potato face?" Thomas snapped.

"Oh come on...the return of the king. I bet Joe Miller is gonna steal your crown. He's older than you, very good looking I heard. Unlike you, dogface." Minho gave him a wink. "The ladies will be all over him and you ain't getting laid no more.”

"Don't worry 'bout me." Thomas shrugged. "I won't come off badly. And what about the other guy, huh? You think he's the ugly twin the girls won't look at?" Thomas asked.

"You mean Kasey?" Minho seemed to be surprised.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, I don't think Kasey is going to be a problem for you. At least not regarding the girls' attention." Minho said suppressing a grin.

"Really? How's that?"

"You'll see." Minho bursted out laughing, refusing to say anything more.

Half an hour later Thomas knew the reason for Minho's amusement. Kasey was anything but ugly and anything but a man. Kasey Miller was an extraordinarily attractive young woman. Her skin fair but sunkissed, her long wavy hair the color of golden, liquid honey, her eyes light green, shining bright in the sunlight. He'd always considered the romantic idea of 'love at first sight' a big pile of bullshit, but the moment she smiled at him for the first time he was proven wrong - by his heart that skipped a beat before starting to race like crazy, by all the butterflies starting to flutter in his belly, by his knees that suddenly felt like jelly.

While Vince was greeting the home-comers effusively with big bear hugs, Thomas tried desperately to regain control over his rebellious body. He wasn't nearly done when he heard Vince's deep dark voice.

"Come on, guys. Let me introduce you."

Vince spread his arms, nodding at Thomas and his friends. "These are the kids I told you about on the radio. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Brenda and Frypan. And this is Jorge. He's the one who saved their little asses countless times." He pointed his finger at each one of them.

"And here we have Joe, Kasey and their crew: Quincy, Marjorie and Carson."

There was an awkward moment of silence when both groups stared at each other. Joe was the one to break the ice. He made a step forward, waving his big hands at everyone. He was a hunk of a man, tall and handsome, suntanned skin, his dark hair buzz cut, a wild growing full beard covering half of his face, a pair of outstanding, friendly blue eyes looking at them. "Hey, guys. Nice to meet you." His smile was infectious and everybody loosened up instantly. "So you are the boy who fucked WCKD almost single-handed, huh?" he asked, turning to Thomas, nodding his head respectfully.

"Oh no, it was all of us. I couldn't have done it on my own." he answered modestly. "Nice to meet you too."

Now Kasey stepped forward, shaking everybody's hands politely with a friendly smile. When it was his turn, when their hands touched, her pale skin cool against his embarrassingly sweaty palms, Thomas felt like catching fire. He could have sworn his cheeks had the color of deep red tomatoes. "And has everybody settled in well in our little safe haven? I heard you had a really rough time before coming here." she asked. Thomas didn't utter a word, it seemed like he had lost his voice. Clearing his throat he made a weak attempt to give an answer but all that came out of his mouth was a hoarse croaking. Kasey gave him a funny look, probably asking herself if he was making fun of her or if he was just a dumbfuck.

Great, Thomas, he thought, nothing better than a good first impression.

"Yeah, the camp's pretty nice. People are cool, work's good. We're not fucking complaining." Gally obviously didn't have problems talking.

"Work?" Joe asked interested.

"Gally's the head of the construction team. Currently building your library, Kay." Vince smiled at Kasey who gave Gally an excited thumbs up. "Minho is our expert for mapping. He and his team are almost done with exploring the whole island." Vince placed a hand on the attractive, asian looking young man's shoulder. "Brenda and Jorge over there manage our driving pool and do all kinds of technical stuff. Repairing the most hopeless cases." he carried on. "And Frypan, as you may have guessed, is one of our chefs. He makes the best desserts. I gained at least 5 pounds due to this little fucker." Vince nudged Fry playfully, laughing out loud.

"And what about you?" Kasey asked Thomas, looking him straight in the eyes for the first time. Thomas coughed, taking a deep breath. "Well...I...umm...I'm in Gally's team." he managed to stammer.

"He's my best lumberjack." Gally said, flattering him because he was far from being the best. "We call him Timber." he added grinning. That was a bloody lie and a great example of Gally's strange sense of humor. "No you don't." Thomas protested. "No need to be ashamed, Timber." Minho kept the joke running. Thomas rolled his eyes at his friends

"Timber...well, the name suits you, you look very...strong."

Kasey gave him a warm smile and he knew she was trying to be polite, because he really wasn't a muscleman, but actually she made him feel like shit. The whole situation made him feel small and useless. Every single one of his friends had an important job with lots of responsibility. He was the only exception. But when they had come to the camp he had been so sick of being a leader, of making decisions, of being responsible, reasonable, mature, important. So he'd gladly joined Gally's team as a simple labourer without a second thought, fully aware that he left Vince disappointed, who wanted him to be part of the camp's leadership together with him, Jorge and a handful of the other older camp members.

"So Gally, would you show me the library please? I'm so looking forward to equipping it and opening it as soon as possible." Kasey asked.

"Anytime." Gally said. "We're still working on the roof and the bookshelves, but you can come to take a look whenever you want."

"Okay, I want to see the hospital and the school too." Joe threw in. "Why don't you give us an hour to move back into our shacks and then we'll meet up at the headquarter and you give us a little tour, Vince. There must have been quite a few changes over the last seven months." Joe smiled, shouldering his duffle bag.

"Sounds like a plan." Vince nodded. "We better get going, your arrival has been noticed. We don't have time now for a welcome party" he added, pointing at a crowd of camp members that was on the way to the beach. "Yeah, let's go." Kasey agreed and their little meeting came to an end.

Almost three hours later Thomas heard them coming, when he was standing on a ladder, thatching the library's roof with Gally. Gally climbed down from the roof smoothly, cleaning his dirty hands on his trousers.

"Welcome" he said, holding the entrance door open for Vince, Kasey and Joe. Thomas followed them, his legs wobbly again, listening to Gally's explanations.

Kasey seemed to like what she saw. She was beaming, running around, touching the walls and the half-ready book shelves, chattering about what she was planning for the place like an excited child. When she was talking about all the work that was awaiting her, she seemed a little worried.

"I really gonna need someone to help me with all this. I can never do it on my own. Maybe you can find me a volunteer, Vince?"

"I volunteer!" Thomas blurted out, his heart racing at double speed, his hand shooting up.

"You?" Kasey didn't try to hide her surprise. "I'm gonna need someone who can start tomorrow. And who has a lot of passion and is willing to do not only one job but many. It's not only carrying books around, it's also sorting them through, reading part of them and even writing short summaries for the card index."

God, Thomas thought embarrassed, she thinks I'm a lame-brain.

"Oh, our little Casanova here has a lot of passion and loves all different kinds of jobs." Gally grinned not even trying to hide the innuendo.

Fuck you, Gally, Thomas cursed internally, but he smiled along like a fool anyway.

"Passion for books I mean." Kasey said with a frown, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I love books."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Thomas lied without batting an eyelid.

"Okay. But I wouldn't wanna steal your best lumberjack." she turned to Gally, playing her last trump card.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Letting him do such simple work is a fucking waste of potential anyway. He's too smart for a lumberjack." He slapped Thomas on the back, making him stumble forward. "It's high time you start using your brain again, Timber. You seem to become an idiot lately." Gally gave him a friendly wink and Thomas smiled at him thankfully.

"Well then, that's settled." Vince said, a big smile spreading on his face.

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#tmr thomas x oc #thomas x mc #tmr thomas #tmr fanfic #tmr fandom #dylan o'brien #the maze runner #tomuary

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groovycatcollector · 4 years

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The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 9

I had decided to stay awake after one of the baby’s feeds, I had told Maggie I’d help her planting some veg, considering food supplies were running low. I had time before I would go to the infirmary and my mind was still buzzing with distrust for Alexandria. But knowing I should stay for the baby I did, wanting to give him a better chance, so I occupied my days, distracting myself from my gut screaming at me that something was gonna go wrong.

The sun was just lightening the sky without making an appearance, so it was cool enough to work. I was already to go; food packed, baby fed and in a basket, just my hair.

I was standing in front of a mirror in the sitting room. I couldn’t brush it, it was too curly and it would only puff it up more. My last hair elastics broke last night so I stared helpless at the ringlets in the mirror. I could shave my head?

I’m not shaving my head …

After deciding not to shave my head, I graded a pencil (Something one of my older sisters had thought me) and twisted it and weaved it into my hair; leaving me with a low bun. It wouldn’t keep it off my neck but it would stay out of my face. Deciding that was enough for me I wrapped my new found scarf around my head once, making sure to secure my baby hairs and front strands in the fabric. Tying it at the base of my neck around the bun, leaving the flimsy material falling loosely at my shoulder blades.

“One Russian name and one normal name?” Maggie confirmed, using her foot too glide the spade into the ground. “Yep, family tradition, honour the grandparents” I grunted, following suit. The sun had risen, and oh mama it was hot. We had started working before dawn, so we had a few tomatoes plants in the ground, and the conversation has drifted to the Christening tomorrow, and the lack of a name.

I’m guessing Maggie was also tired with an aching back by her strained reply “I don’t know many Russian names so you’ll have to excuse my lack of input there”. I huffed with a smile “I was thinking maybe Luke? Does he look like a Luke to you” I straightened glanced at the baby, who at this stage couldn’t really crawl; only sat there content with his big hat. Maggie halted, turning to look at him clumsily pulling out grass “He could be a Luke”

I decided to test it out “Hey” I called at the oblivious infant “You think you’re a Luke?” Waiting a moment, looking as he tried to put a blade of grass into his mouth before it fell from his weak grip. “Okay not Luke” I announced before bending back over continuing my work.

We were quiet concentrating for a few more minutes. “You thought of any names for yourself?” I asked, whipping a bead of sweat from my neck. The sound of shovels scratching threw dirt filled my ears before she gathered an answer. “Haven’t really thought about it yet, suppose it’s still early days” She said, focusing her eyes on the ground.

I nodded “Just be careful you don’t end up like me, waiting for the day before you have to name him” She chuckled at that.

When the sun got high I wondered over to the infirmary. I was reading a book I snagged from the hippie on natural herbs, writing out Denise’s beloved Short Cuts on a sheet of paper for each herb. Luckily not many were sick, so besides writing all of my useless information I just tidied up. It was nice, I felt like it was summer vacation and I was down at my Grandpa’s practice.

Denise and I sat on the porch, still in the shade. She looked off long fully in the distance at Tara on post while I quizzed her on her spread sheet. We had come up with a routine of cleaning, testing cheat sheets, cleaning again, and home time (If no one came in of course)

“Infection” I called out agents the hot air. Denise groaned, flopping back onto the wooden panels. “No, I’m sick of this” she exclaimed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. I was sick of it too in all honesty. I lay next to her book on my chest “Yeah me too” I admitted staring up at the white porch roof. I glance across at her, she reminded me of Sonya, just getting in her head all the time, and trying to pull it all together for other people.

“How’re things with Tara?” I asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and just making small talk. “They’re fine, we moved in together” She sighed. Oh shit big step.

Hold the fuck up that’s a very big step. I bolted up right “What the fuck, I see you ever single day for the past five weeks and you didn’t say anything?” I starred, mouth wide open.

Denise shrugged defensively “I dunno Nina I didn’t think it was that important” My eyes darted to Tara who stood on the watch tower. I scoffed, repeating her “Not a big deal” before lay back down. It was quiet for a moment, just listening to the baby babbling in his highchair before Denise broke the pause in dialogue.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” She said, putting her face in my direction but still not meeting my eyes. “I guess I was kinda scared how you’d react” She paused, biting her lips thinking “With you being so religious and all”

I narrowed my eyes, not fully understanding her meaning before it all clicked into place, which caused an eruption of laughs burst from my stomach. She looked at me bewildered before I could catch my breath, whipping a tear away from my eye.

“Dude” I gasped “Dude I’m catholic not an asshole” Her look of shock, followed by a small chuckle of relief calmed me a little.

I lolled my head to look at her “So you’re not homophobic” She asked still chuckling, I offered her a smile before leaning in and whispering “Not an asshole” while putting my hand on hers while we lazily starred up at the roof. I liked Denise, she reminded me of what it was like to have a sister, even if she presumed I was an asshole.

“Sooo” She sang, just as my mind was beginning to wander too far into sadder thoughts. “What’s going on with Daryl?” She cocked on eyebrow teasingly.

Confusion shocked my body, now I definitely didn’t expect that. I got on with Daryl, but I don’t think I’m into him “what about him?” I asked, cautiously.

I’ve gotten too comfortable here, just the hint of romantic relationships got my palms sweating. Now it was Denise’s turn to let a giggle “Are you kidding? You guys are always looking at each other and I see you guys early mornings talking to each other” Her nose was scrunched up like a kid tattling on their friend to teacher.

It’s true we had made a routine of crossing paths when I would feed the baby, and we would get up to hunt or get ready for a run. I just never figured it would spark town gossip.

“We are not always looking at each other” I said defensively. She scoffed sitting up “Nina you both are constantly gazing at each other from across the street!” I sat up next to her leaning agents the wall, her crossed legged and my arms resting on my bent knees. What in tarnation, gazing? I don’t gaze, I’m a Price and we’re not a gazing family

“We do not gaze”

“Then why are you getting so defensive”

“I’m not getting defensive”

Denise through her hands up in the air in defeat “Okay okay nothings going on, shouldn’t have asked” She looked down rubbing her palms together after I thanked her. Suddenly her face contorted in a smile “Say…” She sounded way too pleased with herself for this to end well.

“What are you doing later today?” Shit. I chewed my lip “I’m going helping with the cars” I answered bluntly, trying not to show just how completely she caught me.

“And who is it again who’s doing the cars today?” I hope that smile was hurting her face, it was far too big. My shoulders slouched in defeat, trying to hide my smile, my signal of “You got me” as Denise burst out laughing.

“You” She said, pushing my shoulder making me wobble “Are full of shit” I barely got to mumble a ‘Am not’ before the doctor continued her sentence “And I think you two would be cute”

“Fuck off”

Me and Daryl, that’s weird, crazy even. Just because I get on with someone who’s reasonably attractive and single doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them

Even if I just said they were attractive. Not the point.

I’m gonna go in there, and be cool, chilled, just doing car stuff. And I’m a friendly person, I’m friendly with everyone. Sure I spent a little more time with him but so what?

I walked into the garage seeing Daryl with his head under the hood of one of the cars. His back was covered by a black vest top but his shoulders were glistening with the sweat, and his hair was damp and sticking agents his neck; obviously not enjoying the summer heat.

“Hey, need any help” I asked, putting the baby on the floor “I know a thing or two about cars” I leaned agents the car and peered into the engine, seeing it had all its parts.

“Had a boyfriend that was into cars?” He taunted, still not looking at me, knowing it would get on my nerves.

“My daddy was a mechanic” I clarified. He shot me a glance from behind the dirt and oil that covered his face “Thought you’d been more into them pageants” His mouth came up in a half smile, just flashing his teeth.

A wicked grin grew on my face “Oh yeah, real big into thoughts, won a few too” I hoped he could pick up on my sarcasm, pushing him over so I could get a better look at the valves threw the walker blood “But that’s only because I slept with the judges” I looked up and gave him a big smile but the look on his face ment I couldn’t hold back a laugh “Dann I never thought I’d see you look shocked” I said, slapping him on his back. See? Friendly.

Then a grumble past his lips “Always knew you’d be easy” Without looking up I punched his arm.

Sonya was into Pageants, real good. She won a scholarship to a nursing school in New York kinda good.

“You’d wanna know” I said, sticking my hand into the slimy shit stuck in the engine and pulling it out.

Just too buds, having laughs, no feelings.

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bang-and-a-blintz · 4 years

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Through the Darkness

CHAPTER SEVEN - RED AND BLUES

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Relationship: Dracula/Roxana(OFC)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,708

In hindsight, Roxana probably shouldn't have had three strongly poured bloody marys. She should have switched to something less filling after a big meal; like a vodka soda, if she felt like keeping to the same liquor, or a gin and tonic to stir things up. Unfortunately, all the tomato juice and grits and bread and sausage and eggs did not mix well with the sight of someone's throat being literally torn open.

It was nasty, but at least now she could jot down 'successfully grossed out a five-hundred-something-year-old vampire' in her list of lifetime achievements.

"Well, that was…unexpected." Dracula said after a moment, his hands hung in the air like they were held up by marionette strings, "Revolting, yes, but I have to admit, this is a first."

"I…um, I would apologize, but -"

"Yes, you should be sorry! This is an Ermenegildo Zegna." He growled lowly and the Italian name slid off his tongue in such a way that it sent shivers down her spine. Not entirely unpleasant ones, she'd be loath to admit.

"Who cares about a suit? You just ended that man's life!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took a few steps back to distance herself from the vampire. "Besides, you clearly can afford another one."

Dracula rolled his eyes and sighed, his hands now working on their own accord as he began to carefully peel the ruined jacket away from his body. "It's not about the money, Roxana, it's about the craftsmanship and quality of the items; think of the countless hours spent meticulously sewing and sizing each individual article of clothing. All of that dedication and hard work tossed away just because you can't stomach a little bit of blood."

"Unbelievable." She began to pace in a small circle, dragging her nails quite viciously and repeatedly through her unruly locks. "You care more about some bits of fabric than a human being's life."

After shaking off the chunks from the coat, he placed it sloppily over the corpse and started working on his vest. There was that ferocity that he recognized in her, it reminded him of Agatha, and it was that Van Helsing fire that was not so easily snubbed. "You will come to learn, my dear, that death is part of the journey. It is the finished masterpiece. Think of it as your magnum opus! It is the very thing that defines the meaning of every life and is nothing that you should be afraid of."

"You're missing my point completely and, for the record, I'm not scared of death."

Dracula was relieved to find the button-up shirt underneath his vest to be unscathed, but also a little more than slightly intrigued by her statement. He would, how they say, put a pin in it and return back to that later. "Then why are you so upset? It's not like you knew him."

She groaned and threw up her hands in exasperation. Roxana was not about to try and teach an old vampire new moral tricks, that was well above her pay grade.

Rolling up his sleeves, the Count set out to retrieve his belongings from the pockets of his jacket and then fitted the dirtied clothes onto the dead body. For the final touch, he slid his Ray Bans over the man's glassy eyes. "Ah, good enough, I suppose."

Dracula took a step back to view his handiwork while absentmindedly wiped the remaining blood from his face. Roxana stopped her pacing to stare dumbly at the sight before her. The mugger was propped up against the wall with his head drooped down to the side, covering the neck wound so it looked like someone who had little too much fun and passed out on the sidewalk. Not an entirely uncommon sight in this city.

"Please tell me you're not just going to leave him here."

He looked at her with raised brows, "And what would you have me do?"

"Clean up after yourself!" Roxana cried out. The adrenaline rush she got from witnessing a murder had not completely dissipated so now she was left grasping a bout of minor hysteria. "I would think that would be obvious!"

Dracula laughed, "That's rich coming from someone who just upchucked her dinner all over one of my finest suits!"

"Because you decided to floss your teeth with some dude's carotid artery."

"Why are you surprised? You know what I am!"

"Well, excuse me if I was a little caught off guard because it's a hell of a lot different seeing a vampire up close and in action as opposed to a tiny, shitty computer screen!" She was nearly shouting, oblivious to the desperation in her own voice as he drew closer. Her neck craned upwards to try and boldly keep eye contact while his grin grew to make him look like the cat who caught the canary. "Stop smiling like that!"

"Make me." His tone was teasingly low, those eyes wicked and sharp. She noticed how lively Dracula looked after he fed. It was unsettling.

WHOOP! WHOOP!

They jumped apart as sirens suddenly yipped at them and a bright flashlight waved back and forth between their faces. The dark street was instantly flooded by the red and blues spinning on top of the police car.

"Oh, fuck me." She murmured with wide eyes. Her hands instinctively started to raise a little before she forced them back down, reminding herself to act casual.

Dracula leaned over slightly, "Is that an invitation?"

"Please shut up." She hissed back, shooting him a glare. "And no, it's not."

He made a facial shrug and then smirked, tossing her a casual little wink just to rile her up. The short, frustrated huff he got in return was satisfying enough.

"Everything all right here?" The cop rolled down his window and peered out at them. "And how about your friend over there? He's not looking so great."

The light shined over the dead guy leaning against the wall and the pair froze, glancing at one another.

This was her moment, she could tell the officer about the murder and maybe he could protect her against…the vampire. Oh, who was she kidding? Dracula would quicker snap her neck and drain the officer before risking the chance of exposure like that.

Meanwhile, her inner moral soldiers battled fiercely inside her brain over whether or not she should even say something about the murder. On the one hand, the count was a vicious blood-sucker who killed a man in a blink of the eye without any remorse, but on the other hand, it was technically self-defense…on her behalf anyway.

Logic eventually won when she realized that even if she did rat him out, it was highly unlikely the cop would even believe the truth. She would sound like a crazy person. The mental image of Dracula laughing and waving while she, hands uncomfortably cuffed behind her back, watched on with teary eyes as he grew smaller and smaller in the distance because the cruiser she was detained in drove off to the nearest prison…or an insane asylum. Whichever was closest.

Be killed or incarcerated? Neither were ideal. So Roxana went for door number three instead.

Dracula saw the look on her face. The look of a scared little rabbit getting ready to bolt. He had already tensed in preparation for her to make a sudden move but, to his surprise, that peculiar look vanished and Roxana smiled.

"All good here, officer! And yes, unfortunately this drunk pleb is with us. We were just about to get a ride back to the airbnb, sir." She shrugged her shoulders with a laugh. "It was his first time on Bourbon Street."

"Yes, I do believe he had one too many bloodys," Dracula was pleasantly surprised by her change in demeanor and happily played along. "Poor man vomited all over himself before we could find him a bin. Such a lightweight."

The officer squinted a little and they waited with bated breaths as he took a moment, which really felt like ages, to decide whether or not he believed their story.

"Alright then," He said at length and pointed to Dracula, "You make sure they get home safe now, ya hear?"

Roxana's eyebrows rose in disbelief while the Count grinned toothily, stepping over to her. She felt his hand slide up her spine and rest in a light grip around the back of her neck. "Of course, officer. I'll take care of them."

With a nod, the cop turned off his lights and drove back down the street, making a left at the next corner. Roxana let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and dropped her shoulders.

That was a close call.

"My, my, your heart is racing, Roxana." Dracula murmured into the darkness that had enveloped them once more. His thumb brushed over her pulse point and he was thrilled when it spiked at the touch. She went to move away but halted her step when she felt his grip tighten, those claws threatening to make a cut. He turned her to face him and firmly, but gently tilted her head back to force her to meet his stare.

"That was your chance. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Please," She scoffed and jutted her chin out defiantly, "We both know it would've been pointless."

"Still," He spoke softly, his head angling back as he observed her, "You could have told the police officer the truth."

"And have you kill us both? I think not. Remember, the foundation showed me those videos and I know you're immune to bullets. So what good would that have done me?"

Dracula stared at her for a moment and then wetted his lips slowly before speaking, inching closer and closer towards her face. "For the last time, I'm not killing you yet because I wish to get to know you, but if you keep bringing it up, I might feel inclined to change that timeframe."

"Well are you going to be this intolerable all the time? Because if so, then just get on with it, I'm in no mood to play a long con here, big guy."

"No, I do believe the fun has just begun."

"Great. Just great." Roxana was truly done. She could still taste the bile on her tongue like acid, it made her feel disgusting, and she wanted nothing more than the day to end. "Now, if you'll let me go, I'm in desperate need of a shower, a toothbrush, and a bed. Maybe a nightcap too because the last twenty-four hours of my life have been absolutely fucked."

Acquiescing her request, Dracula released his grip and allowed her to distance herself from him once more. He watched as she dragged a hand down her face and heaved a sigh; her blue eyes almost shined in the darkness up at him as she gave him a tired half-assed glare. She then turned and started walking towards Canal Street.

"Where are you going?"

"Home." She called over her shoulder, her manners be damned. "Goodnight, Dracula."

The Count gawked when she didn't even give him a second glance and he did nothing but watch as she made her way to the end of the street and disappeared around the corner. He truly did not understand that woman. Perhaps it was ingrained in the Van Helsing blood to be habitually nonplussed by his vampiric prowess.

He pulled out his cell phone with a sigh as his thoughts drifted to the dead man wearing his now-ruined five-thousand-dollar suit and about a quart of said Van Helsing's DNA. Dracula needed to get rid of that evidence before it came back and bit him in the ass. No pun intended.

"Hello, my lord, how was your day today?" Renfield sounded chipper as ever.

"I need you to dispose of a body."

Dracula grinned from ear to ear as he listened delightfully to the unfiltered frustration in Frank Renfield's long-suffering sigh.

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What a day, Roxana thought as she shuffled onto the streetcar and plopped down in one of the wooden seats. With a lurch, the machine squealed and rattled as it moved forward along the track. She winced; the benches on these particular modes of transportation were incredibly unforgiving on one's posterior.

Blankly, she stared into nothing, not paying attention as the buildings passed by. The events of the night played on repeat in her mind. A real vampire killed a real person right before her eyes. Was this really real life now? She was too exhausted to try and figure it out.

She felt like an outsider looking in on her body as it ran on autopilot. Her hand pulled the string to stop the car and somehow her feet managed to take her all the way to her front step without incident.

Fifolet meowed at her incessantly by the door but it sounded muted and far away as she unlocked it. Robotically, she made a beeline to the bathroom and shed her clothes along the way. Not even waiting for the water to warm up, Roxana stood unflinchingly under the cold spray and began to clean herself as the temperature increased to the cusp of scalding. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was red and raw. When she was finished, she pressed her forehead against the tiled wall and closed her eyes, simply listening to the water roar around her.

Without thinking, she lifted her hand up to gently wrap her fingers around her neck and couldn't stop her mind from wandering…from remembering the distinct sensation of another hand. His hand. She could almost still feel the vast expanse of his palm grasping her jugular and those impossibly long fingers curling nearly all the way around. Or how he leaned so close until he was just a breath away and anytime she would inhale, those fingers would tighten ever-so-slightly against her flesh.

Roxana's eyes shot open and she dropped her hand like it was on fire. Goosebumps lit up her arms and legs, despite the scorching water. Slamming the nozzle off, she threw back the curtains and began to dry off with furious gusto.

He was a vile creature. A feral beast. Not even human. The mere memory of his hands on her should be enough to appall her entirely. It must be delirium, she thought stubbornly, shaking the abhorrently traitorous images from her mind. She wrapped the towel around her head and strode towards the bedroom.

"I just need to go the fuck to sleep." Roxana muttered to herself and swiped the half-empty bottle of bourbon from the counter on her way. She collapsed onto the bed once she reached it, but sleep did not find her. Instead, she laid awake through the early hours of the morning, watching the ceiling fan spin on and on and on. She steadily knocked back the remainder of the liquor until the corners of her visions blurred and her eyelids became too heavy to keep open.

By the time the sun had risen in the sky, the bottle had rolled underneath her bed, long since emptied, and her light snores could be heard along with the chirping birdsongs. Fifolet patted over and curled up next to the woman, resting her paw gently on her outstretched arm and knowing that her human would be needing comfort now more than ever before.

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The rest of the week flew by without any sort of batty drama and Roxana was grateful for it. She had a light workload with only two dinners scheduled and each went off without a hitch. All felt to be back to normal within her world. The weather wasn't comfortable yet, unfortunately, so she spent most of her free time relaxing at home. Not that she was using the cold as an excuse to stay inside and away from a certain someone. Nope, not a chance.

After that night, she had woken up with a righteous hangover and truly believed she had made up everything that had occurred in those twenty-four hours, but the textual evidence on her phone proved otherwise. Dracula had messaged her just once, to make sure she had made it home after their encounter, which she had to begrudgingly admit was rather sweet. Other than that, she was surprised to hear nothing more from the Count.

Roxana was cherishing the peace and quiet while she could. She knew that this whole interaction with Dracula was almost one-hundred-percent going to end up with her premature death. It wasn't hard to understand that hanging out with vampires and certain mortal peril basically went hand in hand. Not to mention the pesky fact about her being directly tied to a bloodline of women who had quite a lot to do with this ancient warlord and, spoiler alert, both of those women were killed...by him. So she intended to enjoy the calm before the storm.

Her phone went off next to her as she was boiling a pot of water for her own dinner and she saw an unknown number flash up at her.

"Hello?"

"Ah Miss von Hels, this is Keres Grimaldi. How I appreciate you taking the time as I am sure you must be terribly busy." The cold, feminine voice on the other line was not who Roxana had expected.

She blinked and then glanced around. The only plans she had this evening were drinking a bottle or two of wine, eating pasta, and watching some mind-numbing sitcoms. Yes, she was terribly busy. "Oh, no, not a problem at all. What can I do for you, Miss Grimaldi?"

"I would like to go over some of the details for this upcoming dinner." Keres' tone was icy and authoritative, leaving no room for nonsense or frivolous chatter. Roxana had a hard time imagining this woman throwing any sort of convivial party. "First, I believe you are aware of the delicate situation I am in, as head of the council, and the reason I chose your restaurant as the location once more is that I know that you will handle these delicacies with the same discretion you do with all of your soirees. Your clientele is famous and you appear to have the subtlety to maintain secrecy."

Roxana could not tell if this woman was being deliberately facetious or if she just always had the demeanor of a robotic bitch. Realizing very quickly that she wasn't about to get many words in, the chef put the phone on speaker and began to record the conversation so she could go back over it later to write the details down in her schedule. Work smarter, not harder. With a smile, she continued stirring the sauce as Keres plowed onward with her demands.

"The dinner will take place on the last Friday of the month, just two weeks before Mardi Gras. We shall be seating ten and you will provide meals for only five. It will be just you there and no other employees during the dinner, absolutely no exceptions."

"Okay, I'll have them leave before the clients arrive. You understand that includes my valet, right?"

"Yes, the transportation will be taken care of, therefore parking will not be an issue."

Strange, Roxana thought to herself while pouring the pasta into the strainer. "That works. Anything else? Dietary restrictions?"

As the words left her mouth, she winced and silence filled the room. It was a perfectly normal question under any other circumstance, but perhaps not this one.

"I noticed the other night that you seemed to be familiar with Mr. Balaur."

"I…um," She wasn't sure how she should answer the woman, "It was the first time I had met him, but I guess you could say we have mutual acquaintances."

"Miss von Hels, you are aware of his vampiric nature, are you not?" Well, Keres was certainly not tiptoeing around the subject.

"…Yes."

"Good, that's one less tedious explanation. I will provide the necessary dietary requirements, so you need not worry yourself over that. As for the mayor and his partners, you will want to contact them and decide on a menu that will suit their needs."

"Easy." She poured another glass of wine and took a long drink. "Anything else?"

The line was quiet for a moment and she had to check to make sure the call hadn't ended before Keres spoke up, "No, that will be all for now, Miss von Hels. Thank you for your time."

"Thank you for calling, Miss Grimaldi, I hope you have a great rest of your evening." Roxana really appreciated clients who were straight to the point, for it was often a headache to deal with indecisive people.

"One more thing," Keres' voice made her hand stop midway from pressing the end button, "Watch yourself around him. I've spent some time with Mr. Balaur in the last few years and I have never seen him look the way he did at you and this concerns me, not for your wellbeing of course, but for the future of our council. I will not have him go feral again, not under my watch, so if you know what is best for yourself, I would advise you to attempt to maintain a distance and use the utmost caution."

This caught Roxana off guard and her brows furrowed, "Then why are you having the dinner at Sanguine, if you are so concerned about this?"

Keres let out a laugh and it was anything but joyful. It lasted a beat too long for something that couldn't even be considered humorous and continued to send chills fluttering down Roxana's neck with a foreboding sense of danger.

"Oh, I know better by now than to try and take his toys away."

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