#yeah i went from trying very hard to appear serious to falling into a puddle of WHAT THE SHIT HE'S TOO PRETTY THIS IS WHY I'M NOT A LESBIAN

[vellichorius]

unpopular opinion.

they shouldn't have casted michael sheen as william boldwood in far from the madding crowd.

it's just really quite unreasonable - if i were bathsheba there's no way that i would turn that man down i mean PLEASE ????

not to be rude but bathsheba what the fuck

#far from the madding crowd #william boldwood #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #this is a joke btw #if you haven't seen this movie um #sorry i may have spoiled it a bit #but go watch it anyhow #actually i should tag spoilers shouldn't i #far from the madding crowd spoilers #uhhh #yeah i went from trying very hard to appear serious to falling into a puddle of WHAT THE SHIT HE'S TOO PRETTY THIS IS WHY I'M NOT A LESBIAN #so yeah #still think she shouldn't have turned him down #or #at that rate #shouldn't have done most of what she did involving him

[thesetrashimagines]

My Hero

(I was listening to Sophia by Clario and I-)

Kiyoko x female!reader

You watched your drink fall to the bottom of the vending machine. You bent over and reached in to grab it.

"Is that the last one?" You turned to the voice, "Huh?" He looked familiar, "I asked if that was the last one." You looked down to the milk drink in your hand. "Oh yeah it is."

"How much?" Your eyes widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, "You can have it if you want. I can get something else." He walked around you and stood in front of the vending machine, "what do you want?" You waves your hands around, "I can buy-"

"KAGEYAMA!" You both flinched and looked behind you to see a boy with orange hair running towards you. "What do you want?" The shorter boy took a moment to compose himself, "We have to get to practice." You noticed the logo on the boys’ white shirt.

"Oh that's why you look so familiar." The duo looked over to you, "Uh-sorry, you guys are on the volleyball team right?"

"Yep! I'm Hinata Shoyo." He beamed at you. "I'm Kageyama." You smiled at them, "I'm L/n Y/n. I've been meaning to watch some of your games, I've been kinda busy, but!" You stood up straighter which caused the duo to jump a little, "I promised Kiyoko I would come see atleast one of your games." Hinata laughed, "Well we can't wait to see you at one of our games L/n!" Kageyama placed some money in your hand, "For the milk." He cracked open the carton and began to walk away with the ginger racing after him.

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You sipped at your juice as you walked up to the gym. The doors were left open which allowed you a peak in on the volleyball practice. You stuck your head threw the threshold and scanned the area. A smile broke out on your face when you noticed her. Toeing off your outdoor shoes you snuck up behind her.

“So this is what you do everyday after school.” Kiyoko yelped and turned to face you, “Don’t scare me like that.” She gave you a angry pout. You doubled over and held onto your stomach as you laughed, “Your face! You should see your face!” She crossed her arms across her chest and you took a quick glance down at her- “You’re not funny.” Your eyes went back up and met her annoyed gaze.

“Oh come on I know you love my surprises,” Then you gave her your best puppy eyes and stuck out your bottom lip, “Unless you didn’t want to see me...” She uncrossed her arms, “Of course I wanted to you but I don’t like you scaring me.” You pulled the juicebox away from your mouth and held out to her, “Consider this my apology.” She reached out for the drink, “Pineapple?” You smiled, “Yeah, what else?” She put the straw in her mouth. You looked around the gym and saw a few members of the team watching you. “I guess I should also apologize for coming in here when your busy but I just finished with my own practice and I wanted to see you.”

Her eyes landed on the sports bag slung over your shoulder, “It’s okay we’re on a small break right now.” Then she looked you over from head to toe, “You’re still in your shorts.” You laughed, “Wow look at you checking me out so openly.” Her cheeks tinted pink and she look away, “I was just saying-” You leaned in closer and whispered, “It’s okay, I know what uniform does to you babes.” She went to say something to you when you both got interrupted.

“L/n? What are you doing here?” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you said you wanted to see us play but we’re way better to watch playing a game than practice.” You both turned to the ginger as he came to stand next to Kiyoko, “Hi Hinata, I just came to see Kiyoko.” He looked between the two of you, “You know I never asked how you knew Shimizu.” You glanced at Kiyoko, “Well um...you see” In a small panic you grabbed her arm and began to pull her outside, “Actually I need to borrow her for a sec.” You laughed nervously and left the gym.

When you both got outside you let her go and faced away from her, “What’s wrong N/n?”

“So they don’t know?” She came around and stood in front of you, “No. Well, Daichi, Suga, and Asahi know I’m in a relationship with someone but they don’t know with who.” You nodded, “Oh okay.” Her eyes widened slightly at your saddened tone, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “If you want me to tell them I can.” You grabbed her hands off your shoulders and brought them to your lips where placed kisses on the backs of them. “It’s fine Kiyoko. I don’t mind, really.” You let go of her hands and looked down, “I shouldn’t have dragged you out here like that though, I’m sorry I panicked.”

Her fingers went under your jaw and tilter your head up, she gave you a small smile, “You’ve apologized a lot today.” She let out a light giggle, “It’s okay, I panicked a little too.” Her hand moved to cup your cheek, “You’re okay though, right?”

“Yep! Totally fine, not worried at all......okay maybe a little, do you see the way Tanaka and Nishinoya look at you?” Her sweet giggle filled the air once again which caused you to smile, “How about I walk you home after practice?” She looked a little surprised, “That’s a long time to wait.” It was your turn to cup her cheeks, “But I’m willing to wait for you.” Her cheek turned pink again, “That was super cheesy of me to say but you look so cute when you blush.” Her cheeks went redder, “Look you’re blushing even more!” She tried to turn her head away from you but your hands kept her face still. “Stop it!” You giggled and pulled her in for a peck on the lips. “Let’s go back in there before those boys come out here and steal you from me for real.” Her hands grabbed your forearms as she smiled and nodded

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Over the next few weeks you sat in on almost all of Karasunos volleyball practices. You’d show up in the middle of their break with some kind of drink or snack and you would share it with Kiyoko. You had become somewhat close with the team, they always thought you were such a nice friend to wait for Kiyoko to finish practice so you could walk her home.

Yours and Kiyoko relationship wasn’t very public, and that wasn’t a problem for you guys. The third year boys knew Kiyoko was in a relationship but they never dug deeper than that and the rest of the volleyball team didn’t think to ask. It wasn’t a bad thing, you trusted them. They treated your girlfriend with respect and protected her at all costs when you weren’t there. The obvious ogling from Tanaka and Nishinoya didn’t even bother you because let’s be honest here, you were no better. Kiyoko is always slapping her hand over your eyes when you stare at her for too long, claiming ‘you’re making it hard for me to think’ but who can blame you? She was a literal angel, appearance wise and personality. This girl could make you melt into a puddle.

You both weren’t into to a lot of PDA either. Yeah you held hands sometimes but you wouldn’t go any further than that. It was just how you guys were, at first glance no one would suspect you two to be dating. You told yourself it wasn’t a problem, until now.

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You had texted Kiyoko saying you’d meet her at the arena. Today was the day you were finally able to watch her team in action. You waited inside the crowed lobby, dressed a little nicer than usual. You looked over outfit again for the hundredth time today, contemplating if you should’ve worn it to a volleyball game.

‘It’s just a volleyball game but I want to look nice for her.’

The voices you’ve become familiar with caught your attention. You looked over to see Karasunos volleyball team walk in from the front doors, with a small smile you began to make your way over to them. Tanaka and Hinata yelled out to you, “Y/N!” You saw Kiyoko turn her head to where you were. “Hey guys! Hi Kiyoko!” You joined their group and followed them further into the building.

“So this is your first game?” You looked up at Asahi and nodded, “Yep, I tried to come to your other ones but I’m usually busy with (insert your fav sport).” Him and Suga started asking you about the sport.

“Excuse me I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Hinata turned and left the group.

It had been a few minutes before you realized Kiyoko was nowhere to be seen, “Did you guys see where Kiyoko went?” Daichi looked around, “She had to go give the official some papers, maybe she stopped for drink?” You nodded, “I’m gonna go look for her, if she comes back just tell her to text me.” Daichi smiled, “Alright.” You then ventured out to go look for Kiyoko.

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“Come on cutie just give me your number.” Hinata watched from a far as Kiyoko was swarmed by some volleyball players. “Oh no,” He looked around frantically, “Tanaka and Nishinoya aren’t here to protect her!”

You saw Hinata turn his head around wildly, “Hey Hinata, what’s up?” His scared expression met your eyes, “Kiyoko is surrounded and Tanaka and Nishinoya aren’t here.” You followed the finger he had pointed towards the group, “Are you serious...” Hinata looked back at you and saw the killer look in your eyes, he jumped back a little. “I’ll be right back.” He was speechless as the waves of anger flowed off of you as you marched over to Kiyoko.

“I need to get back to my team.” You heard Kiyoko try to reason with the boy in front of her, “I’m not letting you go until you give me your number.”

“Hey.” You patted the taller boy on the shoulder, “She said she needs to go back to her team.” He laughed at you, “Oh look one of your cute friends came.” Your hand clenched into a fist at your side. “Let her go.” He rose a brow at your harsh tone, “Or what?” You blew air through your nose, “Look pal I don’t appreciate you harassing my girlfriend. So, before we have a serious problem, leave her alone.” The boy turned to fully face you now, “Girlfriend? I don’t believe you.”

You glared at him, “What do you want me to do? Kiss her?” His head shot back in laughter, “Yes, actually that’d be great.” You rolled your eyes and shoved him with your shoulder, “We’re leaving, come on.” You reached into the circle of boys and wrapped your arm around Kiyoko’s. “I thought I said you’re not leaving till I get your number.” His hand reached forward and grabbed the arm you weren’t holding then he bent at the waist to be at eye level with Kiyoko.

“Hey!” You let go of Kiyoko’s arm and grabbed the front of the guys shirt, “Don’t put your hands on my girlfriend!” You pulled him closer as you brought your other arm back with a closed fist, his eyes widened, “Let her go right now or I swear you’ll regret it.” 

He let go and brought his arms up in surrender, “Alright, alright. I’m sorry okay?” You shoved him back and watched as he stumbled. “Come on Kiy.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and pulled her close as you navigated through the crowded area.

People now had their eyes on you and your girlfriend after they heard you yelling. “I’m sorry I freaked out back there.” Kiyoko had one hand grabbing at the front of your shirt. “No don’t apologize.” She looked at the side of your face which still held its hardened expression. “I should be saying thank you.” You slowed down your steps and looked into her eyes, “You don’t have to say anything Kiy, he shouldn’t be praying on people like that, it’s disgusting.” You looked back to where the boys had stood earlier and saw that they were helping their friend up and were watching you intensely.

A gentle hand landed on your cheek and pulled your face in the other direction. “You’re my hero you know.” Her steel blues eyes looked at you in adoration, “It wasn’t that big of a deal really.” You rubbed the back of your neck and looked away in embarrassment. She giggled then leaned into your ear, “Every hero gets rewarded with a kiss right?” Your eyes shot open when she pulled away and met your eyes. “Wha-Right now? But we’re-” Her eyebrows pinched together, “You don’t want one?” You sputtered a little more, “No! Wait, yes! Yes I want one, I always want to kiss you but we’re in public and I don’t know if-”

“Hmph!”

Her hands encompassed your face again and pulled you towards her face. Her soft lips landed on yours, you stared at her closed eyes before your own fluttered shut. Your hands went to their usual place on her waist. She moved her mouth on yours and moved her hand to the back of your neck where she pulled you in a little closer; your own hand migrated from her waist to her back. “I meant it when I said thank you.” She pulled back and smiled at you, “That, um, wow.” She laughed at your current state, “You know you’re cute when you’re flustered.” You groaned and dropped your head to her shoulder, “Shut up.” She kept on laughing as she brought her hands over your shoulders and down your back. “I’m not used to kissing in public stop bullying me.” She laughed even louder now. You whined, “Kiyokoooooo.”

Pulling back you went to look at her when something over her shoulder caught your attention, “Uh oh.”

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When Hinata saw the taller boy grab onto Kiyoko he left to go get the rest of the team. On their way back they had heard you call Kiyoko your girlfriend which caused them (Tanaka and Nishinoya) to pause momentarily. Then they watched as you almost threw the taller male to the floor. “Come on Kiy.” You pulled her close and walked on.

“So that’s who she’s dating.” Suga smiled, “I mean it makes sense, Y/n’s been to every practice just to walk her home.”

They heard sniffling, “Nishinoya...” Another sniffle, “Yeah Tanaka?” Tanaka wiped at his eyes, “Kiyoko has a cute strong girlfriend.” Nishinoya hugged the boy, “I know bro.”

“Knock it off you two.” Daichi gave them a stern warning, “Wow,” He looked to Suga, “What?” The grey haired boy lifted a single finger and pointed, “They’re kissing.”

“WHAAAAAAA-”

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“What is it?” Kiyoko looked over her shoulder to see the team, “I think they saw.” She smiled back at you and grabbed your hand, “I don’t mind.” As she took the first step forward you froze in place. “What’s wrong?” Your head tilted down to the floor, “What if they react badly? You remember what happened last time?” Kiyoko squeezed your hand gently, “They won’t do that, I promise.” You allowed her to pull you along.

“Kiyoko! Y/n! Are you guys alright?” Hinata ran to meet you guys, “We’re okay, thank you Hinata.” When you didn’t respond Kiyoko tugged hard on your hand, “Ow! That hurt!” She gave you a closed eyed smile, you knew what that meant. “Don’t you have something to say Y/n?” Noticing her underlining tone, you bowed, “Thank you for everything Hinata.” You lifted your head and looked at the group behind him, “and everyone else for coming to check up on us.”

Hinata waved his hands around, “You were so cool Y/n! You were like ‘Hey! don’t touch my girlfriend!’ That was awesome! He was so scared!” You covered your face with hand, “I was just trying to get to him to screw off.” You grew irritated again, “The nerve some people have, I could’ve knocked him the f-.” Noticing your tensed stature, Kiyoko rubbed your back affectionately. “It’s okay now. I’m okay.” Your eyes traced over her features, “Yeah as long as you’re okay.” Her cheeks tinged pink, “Haha! Got you again!” You smiled wide and poked her cheek.

“So let me get this straight, you’re dating Kiyoko?” Your smile dropped as you looked back to the group of boys in surprise, “I, um, yeah?” Hinata turned to face his team, “You guys didn’t know?” Everybody looked at him in shock, “What? Kiyoko always comes to practice wearing Y/n’s club sweater.” You gasped at your girlfriend, “You thief! You lied to me, you said you didn’t know where my sweater was.” Your girlfriend pushed some of her hair behind her ear, “It’s my only one.” You sighed and took off the jacket you were currently wearing, “You could always ask me for more babes.” Your wrapped the clothing item around her. “But you need it.” You held a hand up, “I need it later, not right now.” She pushed her arms through the sleeves, “Thank you.”

The volleyball team watched the scene and tried their hardest not to freak out. ‘So cute!’

An announcement came over the intercom, “Looks like it time for you guys to kick some serious ass.” The Karasuno boys laughed and agreed, “Let’s go win everybody!” You all cheered at Daichi’s words.

The team saw you and Kiyoko walk out in front of them. “I forgot to tell you that you look really nice today.” You turned your head to look at her, “Thank you Kiy, you look as gorgeous as ever.” She intertwined your fingers with one hand and hugged your arm. “You’re staring again.”

“Am I? It’s almost like I have this ray of beauty clinging to my side.” You looked off to the side with a dramatic sigh, it caused Kiyoko to giggle and press a kiss to your cheek.

“Tanaka?”

“Yeah?”

The two boys grabbed onto each other with tearful eyes, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

Walking up behind them, Daichi grabbed onto the backs of their shirts and carried them forward. “Stop staring at them!”

AN: That was a lot longer than originally planned but I couldn’t stop myself. And yes before you ask, Tanaka and Nishinoya are the BIGGEST Kiyoko x Y/n shippers out there, the love and support they have- These boys be SCREAMING about their otp and that’s IT.

anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading <3

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #kiyoko shimizu #shimizu kiyoko #kiyoko x reader #kiyoko shimizu x reader #kiyoko x female reader

[thewritewolf]

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Summary: Adrien and Marinette just finished their school project, but it looks like Adrien will have to stay over longer thanks to a blizzard. With a whole lot of extra time on their hands (not to mention a whole lot of snow), the two of them are in for a snow day they'll never forget.

Hello and welcome to the second of a handful of secret santa fics that I've written for the season! This one is for @gryffindorcls, one of my friends from multiple discords and zines, and a very talented writer herself! She asked for pure adrienette fluff and I aim to please!

Enjoy!

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“And…” Adrien’s eyes swiftly moved over the last few slides of their presentation. A smile grew as he reached the end. “Looks like that’s it!”

“Y-yeah,” Marinette replied. “We finished the whole thing.”

She tried not to let either her disappointment or her relief show. Having Adrien over for the last hour had been both the most wonderful and the most stressful thing she’d gone through all week. Adrien! In her room, sitting in one of her chairs! Working on a school project with her! It had done more to get her poor heart racing than the last two akuma battles that week.

Maybe it was for the best that he’d be leaving soon. At least then she could melt into a puddle all by herself, without anyone around to judge her.

Marinette poked a thumb towards the trapdoor.

“Head downstairs, want to?” Marinette screamed on the inside, but Adrien didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure! We can hang out for a little while until the gorilla picks me up.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that just so happened to give her a good smell of his cologne, Marinette followed after him. When they got to the bottom, Adrien stepped into the kitchen to call home, and Marinette walked into the living room to give him space.

Which is when she noticed that the view from outside their window was a lot more white than she remembered it being when they left school that day. Sure, it had been pretty chilly as they crossed the street to her house, but…

Paris was covered in a fresh white sheet of snow and it showed no signs of slowing down. Just as she was marveling at the scenery and thinking that she was glad that she didn’t have to go anywhere, Adrien walked into the room. He had a sheepish smile on his face and was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Looks like the Gorilla can’t pick me up since the roads are going to be closed for a while. I guess I’m stuck here… if you don’t mind me hanging out for a little while longer?”

“Of course, son!” Marinette jumped as her dad appeared out of nowhere. Had he been in the living room the whole time and she just hadn’t noticed, lost in an Adrien-induced haze? “You can even stay the night if you need too!”

“Careful,” Adrien warned with a half smile. “I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“And it’d be our pleasure if you did. Oh!” Her dad’s eyes widened. “This would be the perfect time for some fresh baked cookies! I’ll get right on that.” He disappeared around the corner, but after a moment popped his head back into the room. “Make sure to entertain our guest, sweetie!”

Marinette stared at the doorway for a long moment and swallowed before prying her gaze toward Adrien. He was staring blissfully at her, an undisturbed smile on his face.

“S-sorry about all this.” She took a seat on the couch. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than be stuck here all day.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,��� Adrien replied. Was it just her or did he sit a little closer than he needed to? “I’m sure father will be disappointed, but I’m definitely not.” He leaned in slightly with a smile and exaggerated wink. “Promise.”

There was a long period of silence, listening to the snow falling outside and the gentle wind carrying it. Marinette couldn’t find any topics of conversation at all, reduced to just staring at her hands in her lap and screaming at herself to talk, to say something. But eventually, it was Adrien that spoke up first.

“Does your dad usually make cookies during blizzards?”

“Huh?” She blinked before recognition hit. “Oh! Yeah, it’s something we used to do a lot when I was younger. You know,” she ticked off each point on her hand, “we baked cookies, watched movies. Usually after we’d go out and made snowmen.”

“I wish we’d done that growing up.” There was a sad tinge to Adrien’s smile.

“What, make cookies? D-don’t worry! You’ll get some.”

“No, no.” Adrien shook his head. “Make snowmen. Or play outside in the snow at all, really.”

“Seriously?” Marinette’s jaw dropped and she forgot her nervousness as she turned to look at him. “Not one snowman? Or a snowball fight? Even just… making a snow angel or something?”

Adrien shook his head solemnly. “None of it. Father was always busy and mom… well, she had always been in poor health for as long as I could remember. It got worse later, but…” He cleared his throat and looked out the window. “...so, um, yeah. None of that for me.”

Clenching her fists at her side, Marinette suddenly stood up and stomped to the front door, ignoring Adrien calling out to her. Opening it slightly, she reached out a hand and grabbed some of the snow. She nodded to herself as she packed it nicely into a ball before dropping it again.

“What was-”

“We’re going outside, maman!” Marinette shouted down the hall.

“Where are you heading?” Maman answered back.

“Over to the park. We’re going to have fun in the snow while it lasts.”

Her mom stepped out of the bedroom, eyebrows furrowed. “Sure, dear, just… make sure to bundle up, okay?”

“We will!”

After watching her put on several extra layers, Adrien followed her lead. By the time they were ready to leave, they were wrapped in gloves, double jackets, warm sweaters, boots, and hats. They were about as warm and snug as they could be. Or, at least Marinette was. She just hoped that Adrien’s stylish Agreste-brand winter clothes were actually functional as well as fashionable. If they weren’t, then she was going to be having words with Gabriel.

Thankfully her fears proved unfounded when they stepped outside and Adrien barely flinched at the cold. Gabriel would go without being chastised… for now.

The two of them went out- but not like on a date, Marinette quickly mentally corrected herself, her heart skipping a beat. Went out to the park- went outside, she should say.

Taking a deep breath of cold air to cool herself down, she tried to focus on the task at hand. They had just finished trudging across the street and had made it to the park. It seemed like the cold and ongoing snowfall had scared off most people. It probably would have made her stay home too - Marinette really didn’t like the cold - but knowing she could just cross the street to get back to the warmth of home gave her extra courage.

Well, that and she was on a mission. How could she let something as small as freezing temperatures and snow get in the way of making sure her friend had fun? She held onto that thought as a way to keep her warm despite the chill.

“I think this will be a good spot to get started,” Marinette said, stopping in the middle of an open space. Some snow had already started to pile up against a wall, a perfect place to begin.

“I’ll take your word for it!” Adrien said with a smile partially concealed by his blue scarf. The same one she’d made for him. Realization made her heart flutter, but she quickly stamped down on it.

No! No getting flustered! Serious business here.

“Right, so.” Marinette cleared her throat and crouched down to get started. Adrien hurriedly did the same and their heads almost collided. After shooting him a nervous smile, she swallowed and tried to get back on track. “So we start by rolling a little snow into a ball, right?”

“Okay…” Adrien watched her with rapt attention as she scooped up some snow and pacted it in her hands. “...I feel like this might take a while if you’re doing it by hand?”

“Be patient, we’ll get there,” Marinette chidded with a smirk. She packed the snow a little more and nodded to herself. “There!”

“Is that-” He cut himself off with a gasp when she dropped the snowball to the ground. His eyes widened when she started pushing it along the ground and it started growing exponentially in size. “Ohhh!”

“See? It's not all that hard.” She finished pushing it, ending up with a ball of snow about waist high. “Now you try!”

He bobbed his head and scooped up some snow before pushing it around on the ground, Staying crouched, he followed it around with quick, shuffling steps that left him practically doubled over. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the scene. Giggling which turned into full blown laughter when he noticed it was a little lopsided and overcompensated, ending up with a lumpy mess of a ball.

Lumpy or not, his eyes sparkled with joy when he picked it up and sat it on top of the other one. She barely even needed to help him with it - mostly just holding it in place while he kept it from falling off. Now the snowman stood at about chest height to the two of them.

“One more of those and you’ll never be able to say that you haven’t made a snowman before.”

She bumped his shoulder with her fist and winced internally. Was that too familiar? Was she moving too fast with the shoulder bump? He didn’t seem to mind as he immediately got to work making the snowman’s head, humming something that sounded Christmasy to himself.

“Aren’t we missing something?” Adrien was crossing his arms in front of the completed snowman, which now loomed head and shoulders over them.

“Like w-what?”

“Arms… coal and a carrot for the face.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish after saying it out loud. “Maybe, um... a scarf or hat?”

“I, uh, I don’t really want to mess up one of my pieces for the sake of a snowman.” She figeted with her mitten-covered hands and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry!”

“Oh! No, I’m sorry I didn’t even think about that.” Shooting her a half smile, he mumbled out, “And I doubt anyone just has coal lying around, so…” He looked at the snowman and hummed thoughtfully. His eyes flew open wide and he grabbed her by the shoulders.  “Wait, I just had a great idea!”

Marinette made a noise that made have been ‘huh’, but which came out more like, “Hrnk?”

“We should have a snowman making competition! We’ll do maybe like an hour and then see who won!”

The word competition stirred something up in Marinette that was very, very nearly stronger than the stammering and shyness that always gripped her whenever Adrien was around. At her heart, Marinette loved a good contest, loved showing off the best she could do.

But against Adrien? Who had only just started making snowmen?

“I don’t-”

“Ready set go!” Adrien shouted before sprinting off to a different part of the park, looking more animated than she had ever really seen him. Gone was the reserved politeness that he usually carried on him like a coat. Now… he was just a kid having a great time.

Something about the giddy look on his face and the way he ran reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite place it.  Especially not when she realized he had a whole ten second lead on her now. Her eyes widened and she dashed off to her own side of the park and got to work, putting all other thoughts aside.

How well had he picked up the art of snowman building? Should she hold back or go full force? She shook her head. No way was she going to pull a punch - if anyone was going to challenge her, then they were going to get her at her best. Even if that person is Adrien.

Her hand twitched as her heartbeat sped up at just thinking his name, very nearly maring the perfect smooth sphere she’d made for the base of her first snowman. She gently tapped her head and focused, doing her best to just get lost in the act of creation.

Of course, that didn’t last all too long since making a snowman wasn’t exactly time consuming. But as she looked at the three snowballs placed on top of each other, she thought back to what Adrien had said. Maybe there was something she could add - or, better yet, put some of those sculpting lessons they’d started in art class to good use. How different could snow and clay be, right?

There was a few fumbling steps, but she managed to turn the three spheres into something almost like… well, her. Her as Ladybug, that is. As least as well as it could be turned into her on her first try. The pigtails were there and she’d lightly carved out a furrow where her mask and spots would be.

After that, her next snowman seemed to be a given. She especially had fun making the pair of triangle cat ears and hunting down a stick that could work as his tail. Not to mention giving Chat Blanc- she winced and thought up a different name. She gave Snow Chat the tiny fangs that she always wished that he had.

She had managed to just finish a Rena Blanc and… Frozopace? Winter Carapace? Alya and Nino’s super snow alter egos. Both of them were finished just in time for Adrien to yell over the whistling wind that their time was up.

Marinette put a few final touches on them before putting her hands on her hips, beaming at how well they’d turned out.

“Oh wow! Those are really neat,” came a voice right at her shoulder.

“Gah!” Marinette jumped and nearly lost her footing in the snow that had been packed by her own pacing. Thankfully, Adrien caught her elbow and steadied her. “O-oh, th-thanks!”

Adrien’s brow furrowed. “Are you getting cold? You sound like you’re shivering.”

“N-no, I’m fine!” She held up her hands to assure him.

“Okay… well, anyway, these are pretty cool!” Adrien smirked and turned back to the set she’d made, spaced out a few meters from each other. That… couldn’t have been a pun, right? Sure, he’d said some before, but he never seemed this proud of them before. He was walking around the four and paused to look especially hard at Chat Noir. “I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Paris’s superheroes! You really got their details down.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Adrien.”

“So,” Adrien said, turning back to her. “Where are the other snowmen?”

“...Others?”

“Well yeah! It was a competition to make a bunch, right?”

Marinette blinked. “...What?”

“Yeah!” He started jogging toward where he had been working. “Come on, look how many I made!”

A little confused, Marinette followed him to a big field of thrown-together snowmen. There had to have been at least two dozen of them. They came in all sizes, ranging from as big as the one they’d made together to cat-sized ones made of two snowballs. Speaking of cats - almost all of them had cat ears. It was practically their only unifying quality, but that was more because they were slapped together so haphazardly that each of them had ended up looking uniquely lumpy.

Adrien proudly stood among them, hands on his hips and beaming so wide that she could see his smile even with the scarf over his mouth.

“So that means I win, right?” Adrien watched her with that radiant grin, completely unaware of how much it needled her to hear him say that. “Since I’ve got so many more snowmen than you and all that?”

“That’s- but-” Marinette took a calming breath. “Shouldn’t quality come into this? Not that yours aren’t good!” She added hastily, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “But I made four really good snowmen, right? That has to be worth something.”

“Maybe, but look at their faces.” Adrien put his face next to one of his snow catboys and pouted. “Surely they’re as good as the heroes of Paris?”

Marinette wasn’t sure how long they argued the point, neither side willing to concede defeat. Even if it was clear from Marinette’s perspective that she had unquestionably won this match.

Looking back, she couldn’t quite remember the comment that had set her off, but she could definitely recall how she vented her frustration.

Her heart sank as she watched, frozen in her throwing position, as Adrien - the love of her life - wiped a heap of snow off of his face. A face which had watched in innocent curiosity as she had picked up and packed into a ball the very snow that he was wiping off right now.

Her hands flew to her mouth as her blush spread across her entire face. What had she been thinking? Just because they were bantering with each other and he was irritating her didn’t mean she could just act like he was Chat Noir or something. Moving from covering her mouth to her eyes, she rapidly shook her head and tried to apologize.

“I- I’m sorry, Adrien! I don’t know what- I didn’t-”

Her stammering was cut off when something smacked into her sternum. She blinked and took her hands off her face to look down, noticing the snow that was even now falling off her white jacket. Still processing that, she look up at Adrien just in time to see him packing another snowball. His scarf had been lowered from his mouth to his neck, letting her see the huge, excited grin that had spread across his face.

With wild eyes, he looked up at her and said, “Only one way to find out the winner now!” He tossed the snowball at her, but she managed to duck aside and it went wide. By the time she looked back, he’d taken cover behind his snow catboys and shouted, “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

Before long the air was being filled with thrown snow. Most of the time they were just thrown without aiming, just enough to keep the other person’s head down behind their snowmen. As her snow alter ego that she was hiding behind was being pelted with snowballs, Marinette took the time to make an armful of ammunition before sneaking around the hill and into the Catboy Fields.

Thanks to her white jacket and the falling snow, Adrien was still blindly letting loose against her four heroes, completely unaware that she was setting up base to his side.

He was mid throw when he finally noticed her, but by then she’d leapt out of cover and was pelting his side with snow balls. He fled his position, laughing all the while as she gave chase. Unfortunately, his catboys really were numerous and before long she lost him. She tossed the last of her snowballs towards where he’d disappeared to and made a couple more before slowly stalking through the cat-ear’d horde.

The wind swirled the snowflakes in the air. She narrowed her eyes. Where was he?

She got her answer just a moment later when she heard a very, very familiar battlecry.

“CATACLYSM!”

Her world suddenly became very cold and very white as a snowman sized snowball was slam dunked on her. Between the shock that Chat Noir had apparently shown up and the force behind the snow boulder, she slipped and nearly fell. Thankfully, someone caught her wrists and pulled her up.

“Sorry, Marinette! I guess I got a little carried away there.”

Adrien took a hand  - but only one - off her wrists and rubbed the back of his neck, a small but genuine smile on his lips as he looked away. There was barely any space between them and Marinette was feeling much, much warmer than she was just a second ago. Adrien didn’t seem to notice - both her distress, and just how close they were.

There was a sudden clarity as she stared at him, like seeing the sun poke out between storm clouds. How could she have never noticed it before?

Putting on her slyest smile, she replied, “Oh, you’re fine. Remember how cold it was when we took on Frozer? Now that was chilly.”

Adrien chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it-”

His eyes widened and he stared down at her, slack jawed.

“But that means- but you can’t-” He put his fingers on his chin, still not breaking eye contact with her. “But you definitely could-” He swallowed heavily and asked in a reverent whisper, “...My lady?”

Her heart nearly exploded at hearing those words come from Adrien’s mouth - but then again, she already had heard them before, hadn’t she? Over and over and over again.

“Chaton...” She raised her mitten-covered hand and cupped his chin.

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Half an hour later, they were back inside. They’d peeled off their winter gear and thrown it haphazardly into a pile in her room and replaced them with a nice, warm blanket that they shared as they sat cuddled together on the couch.

Marinette closed her eyes as she rested her head against Adrien’s shoulder, hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. But it wasn’t the blanket or the drink or the body heat that was keeping the chill at bay.

As Paris was blanketed in snow and cold, love kept Marinette and Adrien warm.

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Wicked Game

~Professor Hiddleston AU~

*Tom Hiddleston x reader*

Part: 1/30

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Professor x student (college AU), possibly language and maybe even smut in later chapters idk

Summary: After transferring to a new university for the last year of your master's, you meet Professor Hiddleston and soon find yourself unable to stay away from him.

A.N.: I really suck at summaries, I'm so sorry 🙈 basically, this is a slow burn romance with lots of pining and yes, I like naming my stories after songs. Wicked Game by Chris Isaac is gonna appear quite a bit in the story I think, so you might just give it a listen now!

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If someone had told you on your first day of college that you would have to live through the whole thing again a few years later, you might just have quit and called it a day after breakfast. But now, multiple years after your actual first day, you were the new kid once again. Transferring colleges had been a hard decision, but there was no turning back now. You didn't yet know where the classrooms were or how you'd get to yours, but you still had fifteen minutes to go before your first class would start. So you walked through the hallways of your new school trying to find your room, taking in the overwhelming amount of people passing by. First day of class for you also meant first day of classes for everyone else and so the whole building was completely overcrowded. The close proximity made you nervous and combined with the uncertainty of where you needed to go, you felt yourself starting to panic. You stood in the middle of the hall, frozen to the spot and unable to move while people pushed past you, shoving and talking too loudly. The urge to run and hide grew stronger and stronger until you finally bolted, opening the first door you found unlocked and rushing it. It shut with a loud bang and you found yourself leaning against it from the inside. With closed eyes, silence and the returning ability to breathe deeply, you calmed down a little. 

"Hello there." A smooth voice said, making you jump and rip your eyes open in an instant. The sudden movement made your bag slip from your shoulder, spilling half of the contents on the floor.

"Woah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" The man in front of you said as he set his to-go cup down and walked over to you. With a gentle hand he led you to a chair and made you sit down.

The adrenaline decreased slowly and you could finally take a serious look around. You were in an office, it was crowded with books but larger than most dorm rooms. In front of you stood a man who was currently looking down at you worriedly. He was beyond handsome and even though your heart was racing because of utterly different reasons, you couldn't deny that he had that effect on you as well.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a quiet voice, careful to not scare you again.

"Yeah, uhm… sorry." You replied, finally able to think straight again. It was pretty dumb, you realized, having just walked into the first room that had been open.

"It's alright." He gave you a small smile and sat down in the chair opposite to you. "I assume you aren't here for my office hours?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm sorry. I was just looking for my class… But somehow I ended up here in your office." 

"I'm Thomas Hiddleston, professor for literature and cultural studies."

"Y/n… Y/n L/n." You smiled back at him. "I'm doing a master's in cultural studies. And one in literature. Double degree..."

His eyes light up ever so slightly upon hearing that and he smiled even more brightly. "What a coincidence. How come we've never met up to this point? The group of students in both degrees is very… limited, unfortunately. And I'm very sure I would've met someone doing a double degree in my fields of study."

"Oh, I just transferred here. It's my first day." You bit your bottom lip, looking into his incredibly blue eyes. How a man such like him could be a college professor was a riddle to you, a miracle even. 

"Ah, I see. I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other then!" He rose from his chair and went to pick up your bag from the ground as if it was the most natural thing. With a blush creeping to your face you rushed to his side and dropped on your knees to collect your belongings. "Oh, please don't, I can do that, it's fine." 

He took a step back and held his hands up in defeat, laughing lightly. "Just wanted to help."

Still blushing furiously, you pushed everything back into your bag as quickly as you could and got back up. "You're being very nice and I'm… well…"

"Don't worry about it. Everyone has a bad day sometimes." He hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his black jeans and just looked at you with an expression that had you melting into a puddle within seconds.

You nodded slightly, finally remembering how to human. Not looking at him helped greatly, so you found yourself looking at the folded paper in your hands. After a short moment you remembered the circumstances under which you had burst into his office. "Uhm, I'm very sorry for just coming in here, Mr. Hiddleston. I got overwhelmed by the crowds outside and then I couldn't find my class and… you don't even want to hear about that. Sorry." 

You turned on your heels and made for the exit as quickly as possible. 

"Miss L/n!" He stopped you before you could open the door, making you turn around once again. 

"I would like to help you, if you don't mind." His voice was very gentle as he walked towards you, stopping just at arm's length. "Which class are you trying to find?"

You silently handed him the printed schedule you had been clinging onto for dear life and he took it from you, unfolding it. His eyes flew over the page as if he was trying to memorize the whole thing and you couldn't help but watch him.

"You're taking two of my classes!" He said cheerfully and beamed at you. "Tuesday morning and Friday evening."

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing him every week. Twice, even. He was being really nice to you, despite being a professor and you still a student; nothing like the professors at your old uni. You appreciated that and sincerely looked forward to seeing him in class. 

"Your first class is in this building, that's good news!" He said, coming to stand next to you to show you what he was pointing at on the paper. "It's in the E tower, fourth floor, third corridor."

You frowned involuntarily, giving him a polite but desperately confused smile. "Thank you?" 

He bit his bottom lip to suppress his own smile. "You have no idea where that is, right?"

You shake your head, letting out a breathy laugh. "No, not at all."

He gave you back your paper and walked over to his desk, shoving a few items into a leather bag. "I'm going to show you to your room."

You felt the heat returning to your cheeks immediately. "Oh, that's very nice of you, but I'm sure I can just ask my way around. You really don't have to…"

"Nah, it's my pleasure. I have to teach a class in the same tower anyway, it's no big deal." His shoulder brushed yours as he walked past you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine that you made your heart race again.

He stopped, holding the door open for you. "After you, Miss Y/n." 

You smiled and walked out of the office, staring at his backside while he locked the door. The hallway had cleared almost completely and there were very few people still hurrying to get to their classes. 

You walked behind Mr. Hiddleston, eyes on the ground. This was embarrassing for so many reasons… first you had stumbled into his office without even knocking, then you had spread the contents of your bag all over his floor and finally you had been too dumb to find your room and now you didn't even dare to walk next to him. That and the fact that he was beyond friendly... and handsome; the most attractive, attentive man you had ever met.

"You don't have to trail behind me like a lost puppy, you know…" He chuckled and turned around to look at you over his shoulder. With more confidence, your steps quickened and you walked next to him.

"What class are you teaching now?" You asked after a while to break the silence that was falling between you. It wasn't any of your business, but the only question you could think of. 

"Intro to lit." He sighed, answering as if this chatting between you was a normal occurrence. "It's nice to inspire young people to study literature, but the first classes are always quite exhausting."

"Hmm." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "What's making it exhausting for you?"

"It's just the freshmen classes mostly… They don't listen, I have to repeat everything a million times and then a million more." He sighed. "But I shouldn't be complaining to you."

"No, it's fine… I mean I don't mind." You said with a shrug. "It's not like I enjoy first day of class either."

"Why not?" He asked in return.

"Same as you, I would say. Most professors don't start with the contents right away, they talk on and on and on about the bureaucracy and explain the assignments a million times because some person wasn't listening." You said as the two of you started climbing the staircase towards the fourth floor. 

"What would you suggest to do differently?" He asked, his voice a mix of humor and sincere curiosity.

You thought for a moment, humming quietly. "I mean the outlines have to be covered, but that doesn't mean that the teachers have to keep repeating themselves if the students aren't listening. I always find it helpful to get the syllabus, talk it over real quick and then have five minutes for questions."

He smiled. "Yeah, that would be ideal. It usually doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Questions follow upon questions and some students try to stretch this by asking the most ridiculous things."

"Maybe you could start straight with the first topic and only have fifteen minutes at the end of class reserved for syllabus talk. So you can use most of the class for input and only go over the basics quickly at the end. That way you'll have a limited amount of time for questions and no one leaves before class is over. If the questions are all answered by the end of class you're good, if not you can always offer to answer further questions per email or in office hours." You rambled, not knowing when it had become a good idea to give a professor teaching advice.

"Interesting idea." He mused, pushing his glasses up with a single, slender finger. "I'll have to try that."

Your cheeks were still heated and you nervously played with the zipper of your sweatshirt when you reached the fourth floor. Was he always this nice to his students? If he kept on being so… him, you knew you'd be in serious trouble. But it had only been a few minutes you'd spent alone with him and next time you'd meet in class with a bunch of other people. The thought calmed you down a little and you dropped your arms to your sides.

"So… Advanced German?" He asked with amusement.

"What?" You were a little slow, dragging your thoughts from his person to the class you were walking to. "Oh, the class… yeah." 

"How many languages do you speak?" He inquired further, but you didn't mind at all. He was just being polite and making small talk, after all.

"Well, I know English of course, then German, Spanish, and some Korean. I can read Latin, but I guess no one can do more than reading it really… I can also understand a tiny bit Danish and Dutch."

He smiled a little, shaking his head to himself, but didn't comment on it any further. You just took it as an acknowledgement of your answer, for you were sure that he didn't sincerely want to know more about you. A moment later he stopped in front of an open classroom door.

"Here we are." He said calmly and pointed to the open room.

"Thank you, professor." You smiled, looking everywhere but at him, trying not to get lost in his eyes once again. "I really appreciate your help. If there's anything I can help you with in return, please let me know." 

"Surely will do. Have a nice day, Miss L/n. I'll see you in class tomorrow." He said with one last polite smile before he walked back into the direction you had just come from, leaving you wondering if his class was really in this part of the building. 

As you sauntered into your classroom and sat down towards the front, you reflected on your encounter with the professor. He was extremely friendly, extremely handsome and you'd bet that he was extremely smart as well. Probably every girl in the whole university was crushing on the guy. As understandable that was, you were determined not to drool over him. He was your professor after all and he was probably being nice to every student. So you tried to focus on your class, and on meeting some of the students who all happened to be doing different degrees. Maybe Hiddleston had been right about the size of the degree then… damn it, now you were thinking about him again. Maybe because he was the first and only person you had met? Groaning inwardly, you shoved him to the back of your mind for a while and actually got work done. 

It was dark outside when you reached your apartment. You had moved in a week ago and yet, you couldn't imagine a worse place to live. Your roommate was an absolute disaster, he was messy and pushy and had absolutely no sense for personal space. At night, you locked the door to your bedroom because he might just walk in when drunk and lay in your bed with you if he wasn't hindered. So you had maxed out the time you spent at college today; after your two classes, you had spent the afternoon and the evening at the library. It was such a calming place, old and yet modern, filled with more books than you could ever read. There wasn't any work to be done yet and so you had read ahead for professor Hiddleston's classes. Somehow, you felt the need to impress the man, or at least regain the respect you thought you had lost this morning. So you had picked up a few books and read through some of them already. The others you had taken home. 

You dug through your bag in search of your keychain, frowning deeply. The damn things was not to be found, even after emptying your whole bag on the sidewalk. For a second you closed your eyes and prayed that you had only forgotten them in your room. But for now, all you could do was knock. To your not-really-surprise, a strange man with weird tattoos opened up and let you in without question. This was a regular thing now, strange men basically living in your apartment and calling themselves visitors of your roommate.

Once you were in the small space of your bedroom and hadn't found your keys, you remembered that you hadn't eaten at all today, so you made your way to the kitchen only to find that your foods were gone. Great… 

With a sigh you returned to your room only with a bottle of wine you'd kept hidden in a box of board games. After you'd locked the door, you opened the bottle and went to read on your bed in your PJs. But somehow the words wouldn't stick in your brain at all. At about midnight you gave up, put the book back on your desk and laid down in the vain attempt to sleep. However your roommate seemed to have different plans, as sounds of demolition and various voices shouting echoed through the whole apartment. 

Groaning, you just stared into the darkness around you until finally your body gave in and you fell into a restless sleep.

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Tom sat at the desk in his office at uni, his elbows on the tabletop and his head in his hands. For hours he'd been trying to finish preparing his classes for the following day and he just couldn't concentrate. When he'd come to work this morning, he had expected another normal first day of class. He had gotten some coffee, over at his favorite coffee shop close to campus, and then walked to his office together with his colleague and friend Benedict. Just when he had finally sat down to prepare for the first class he was giving, his door had been ripped open and you had entered his office. And thereby also his life. 

At first he hadn't thought too much about it, but as the minutes spent with you passed, he had felt drawn to you in a way he couldn't really put his finger to. While the rational part of his mind had told him you were just another student, he couldn't help but treat you… differently. Sure, he was always being nice to his students, but as he had walked you to your class he had felt the dire need to be around you for longer. To befriend you, maybe, he had thought. He knew it was wrong and after he had left you to your class, he had promised himself that from that moment on, he would treat you like every other student. 

The only problem was that throughout the whole day, his thoughts had returned to you whenever he had tried to focus on something else. So after his classes, when the time to prepare for tomorrow had come, he found himself thinking about your suggestion. Maybe he should indeed start the class with content and leave the formalities for the end. 

That's where he was at now, with his head in his hands, thinking about the class. He couldn't just ignore you, that wouldn't be fair to anyone. So maybe he would just have to put on a facade and hope that the wicked games his mind was playing with him would stop soon.

Sighing he got up and tiredly grabbed his bag to head out, knocking over a cup of pens in the process. With an exaggerated rolling of his eyes he knelt down and collected the pens that had flown everywhere. As he reached under the cupboard, his fingers didn't touch a pen, as he would've expected, but instead a small piece of metal. Then another, and another. With a frown he pulled the whole thing into the light, finding a ring with several keys attached to it, along with a small piece of metal saying 'And having thee, of all men's pride I boast'.

The smile came upon his lips before he could stop himself and he sat on the ground for a moment, just staring at the keys in his hand. You must've lost them here when you had dropped your bag earlier and missed them in your haste. He hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable by his attempt to help you… it was the polite thing to do but he assumed that it wasn't really the most professional. He quickly collected the remaining pens and then made his way to the door, putting your keys in his bag. Hopefully you had gotten into your home, somehow… he'd hate if something happened to you because of your little incident this morning. 

He would return the keys tomorrow in class, apologize once more for his behavior today and then return to a more professional behavior.

However as he lay in bed that night, restless and frustrated with himself, he wasn't so sure anymore that he would be able to stay away from you after all.

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Omg you are so talented! Bless this blog 😊 Can I make a request for something sweet and fluffy with our fav murder baby Ron Speirs? Maybe where he cheers his s.o. up after a hard day + struggling with self-esteem issues? I hope that‘s not too specific!!! 🙈 Thank you ❤️

Golly, you’re much too kind! Thank you for reading my stuff! 

This is my very first murder baby Ron Speirs fic. Fingers crossed it turns out okay! Hopefully, I can really capture his murder essence with my words.

“You Did Not Kill That Boy”

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, slowly trying to return the rising and falling of your chest back to its normal rhythm as you rocked back and forth on the bed.

Your head hung low as the events from that day flashed through your mind, causing your heart rate to increase, directly opposing the work you were putting in to calm down.

To put things plainly, it had been a real shit day. On what was supposed to be a routine patrol, Easy Company walked right into a German ambush. You had been the only medic present, so it was up to you, and you alone, to patch up the men who had gotten hit. However, your mind had been elsewhere. 

Ronald Speirs.

After the first Kraut had popped out of that damn bush, he had rushed forward, taking lead and directing the men into a plan of action. You hated when he did that; when he purposely put himself at more risk than necessary. 

While the Lieutenant and his men counter-attacked, you were left to pick up the pieces of the damage that had already been created.

Kneeling beside the bleeding soldier, his glossy eyes fixed on you as he pleaded over and over again for you to save him, you kept looking up to find the man you loved. There was a young man dying in front of you and all you could think about was Ronald and if he was okay or not. 

Hearing the doorknob twist, your head shot up and you wiped away the tears that you hadn’t even noticed had fallen from your eyes. You hoped you looked okay; like you hadn’t just been sitting in silence, bawling over the fact that you were a pathetic excuse for a medic.

“Ah, you’re here.” Ron smiled as he entered the room, closing the door behind himself before making his way over to the desk, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head as he passed by. “How was the rest of your day?”

You swallowed hard at the question. You hated lying to him, but you knew if you started to tell him the truth you would break down into tears again. You hated looking weak in front of him. He already had enough to deal with as it was with being a Lieutenant and the leader of Easy Company. He didn’t need to be burdened with your problems too.

“It was fine.” you forced a smile. “Yours?”

Ron sat down at the desk and began flipping through the various documents he had carried in with him. “Ah, you know, usual stuff after an attack like the one we had today,” he muttered, his tongue sticking ever-so-slightly out of the corner of his mouth as he searched for something in particular. “Had to fill out a report, check on the guys, draft a few letters home to the families of the men we lost.”

The face of that poor boy that you had failed to save flashed before your eyes. You felt sick to your stomach when you remembered how he begged not to die, his words coming out in gurgles as the blood spilled from his lips like a crimson waterfall. You could hear his voice in your ears so clearly it was as if he was sitting right behind you.

He had been so young and you had let him die. 

Before you knew it, you had broken down into a puddle of self-pity; tears running down your cheeks as you covered your mouth with your hands in order to muffle your sobs. 

Ron looked over at you from where he was sitting at the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his hands freezing mid-action. He had no idea what had happened — or if he had said something — that would have made you cry. He played back the previous short conversation between the two of you in his head, but he was still at a loss.

“Darling?” he slowly stood up from his chair and walked over to the bed, crouching down beside it and placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

His question only made you cry harder as you tried to explain, but the only noises that came out were gasps and desperate hiccups. 

Ronald was no closer to figuring out what the problem was, but his mission was to find out and make it stop. He couldn’t see you like this. It broke his heart.

Crawling onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing tight and pulling you into his lap. “Darling.” his lips ghosted over your ear as he whispered to you. “Why are you crying? Please, tell me so I can make it better. What’s wrong?”

Burying your face into his neck, you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt for support and sucked in mouthful after mouthful of air. “I-” your lips quivered as you spoke. “I killed that boy!”

After the words flew out of your mouth you broke down again, your tears soaking Ron’s neck and the collar of his jacket. The worried man recalled mentioning the men that had died that day and having to write letters home to the families. Suddenly, everything made sense.

“Oh, Y/N, no you didn’t.” his heart shattered into millions of little fragments as he hugged you as close as he could to his body. “You didn’t kill him. The Germans did. The Germans killed him.”

“I should have saved him!” you screamed out, the words tearing through your vocal cords as you forced them out in between sobs. “He begged me to save him and I let him die! I was too busy looking for you and he died in my hands! I’m a terrible medic!”

Pulling your head out from the crook of his neck, Ron cupped your face in his hands and made sure you were looking at him. “You did not kill that boy, you hear me?” his voice was stern but his thumbs were gentle as they wiped away the tears under your eyes. “You are not a terrible medic.”

Your small hands moved from his uniform to his arms, your fingers wrapping around his wrists. “I was so worried about you.” you had managed to calm down a little. You took long, deep breaths as you looked into his eyes, focusing on how his irises appeared as an auburn colour from the yellow hue of the single lamp in the corner of the room. “You ran right out into the gunfire. I thought you were going to die.”

The corners of his mouth tugged into a small smirk. “Don’t you know by now that I can’t die?” he quipped, attempting to lighten the mood and succeeding.

You let out a noise that could only be described as a cross between a laugh and a snort. “Don’t try and be funny.” your smile faded just as quick as it had appeared. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your tear-soaked ones. “You didn’t kill that boy. Don’t you think that for even a second because it’s not true. I watched you work on him. I watched you battle death itself. The bullet went right through his throat. There was no saving him. He was dead from the moment that German lined him up in his sight.”

Inhaling deeply, you sat up straight and dried your face with your wrists. “Yeah?” you choked out.

“Yes.” he nodded, his palms still glued to the soft skin of your cheeks. “I wouldn’t lie to you. I respect you too much. I love you too much.”

A warm, genuine smile spread across your lips. Finally, for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe easy. The elephant that had been sitting on your chest and pushing you down into the ground had gotten up and sauntered away. 

“You know, if you were this sweet to everyone, people wouldn’t think that you kill POWs for sport.” you joked, a toothy grin replacing your previous closed-lipped smile. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” he gently removed you from his lap and stood back up again. “This side of me is for you and you only.” he captured your lips in his. “Besides, I like the men being scared of me. It makes getting them to do things easier.”

You shrugged as he wandered back over to the desk. “Fair point.”

Collapsing into the wooden chair, Ron looked over at you and sighed. “Feeling better?”

“You have that effect on me, yes.” you attributed your calmer demeanor to his comforting and caring ways. “If only you would just stop running towards the enemy in the first place.”

Ron glanced toward you, a wicked grin on his face. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

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Cable Girl Pt. 2

Mr. Gray’s light went off at minimum 8 times a day with the highest record so far being 14. The calls you put through to him always came from different places; London, Wales, Ireland, Manchester, York, Liverpool. Some even came from America, and when Mr. Gray asked to be put through to a phone overseas or vice versa, his voice was always different. In the short time you’d been answering his calls, you had identified his flat, monotonous voice as what you’d call a professional voice. Whenever there was a call from overseas, he meant business. You could hear how tense he sounded through the miles and miles you imagined were between you two.

Even though you never said anything else to him but your usual switchboard girl greeting, you talked to him so much you felt a connection with him. Maybe it was the fantasizing you still had about him from time to time; your current story about the infamous Mr. Gray was that he was the owner of a pub and all the calls were shipments. It wasn’t the most extravagant story you’d come up with, but the one you and your girlfriends had crafted over beers about him being the young Prince of Persia hiding in Birmingham from enemies who wanted to kill him just didn’t seem right.

It even got to the point when his light would switch on and your heart would flutter as a natural reaction. You were becoming increasingly excited to talk to him. Hell, you were excited just to hear his voice. Somehow, in some twisted way, hearing it, “talking to him”, made you feel like you had someone to talk to. Like you weren’t so alone.

That was the biggest fantasy of all. A totally made up tale. While this seemed to mean everything to you, you knew to him it was just business. You were the sloppy middle man.

It was a rainy day in London, where the home offices were, and you had got caught in the thick of it. If you hadn't been late, perhaps you wouldn’t be dripping on the way to the switchboard room. It had been a particularly rough week, getting puddles in your shoes didn’t help.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Cora, your best friend, asked as you found your spot, sitting and slowly putting on your headphones.

You shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just been a long week.”

“Well some of the other girls and I were going to go to a club tonight, your more than welcome to come.”

“You know, that sounds fun. I’m in.” You smiled before you saw a light out of the corner of your eye. You turned to the board, seeing the familiar number under the light that belongs to Mr. Gray. You took a deep breath before answering.

“Hello, Operator 18. How may I direct your call?” The other line was quiet for a prolonged period of time, making you think he wasn’t there when he cleared his voice.

“Do you ever say anything else?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, caught off guard by Mr. Gray’s unusual question. Then he chuckled. It was the first time in the months that you’d been answering for him that you heard that heartfelt noise. You felt ridiculous as heat rushed up your cheeks.

“Do you ever say anything else?” He said, now with a hint of playfulness in his voice. Oh, how you wanted to talk to him, but the presence of your supervisor loomed over your head as she walked around the room.

“I’m just being professional sir. Where can I direct your call to today?” You said, smirking slightly which you hoped was evident through the wire. His chuckle confirmed that it had.

“Uh, there is no call today. I...uh...wanted to talk to you.”

Was he being serious? Was he? You couldn’t believe it, and you knew the other girls wouldn’t believe it either when you told them late that night. You smiled, leaning forward and lowering your voice.

“To me? What for?”

“I….it might sound weird, but I feel like I know you when I literally know nothing about you. I don’t even know your name, Operator 18.” You heard the smugness in his voice, wondered what he looked like as he talked into the phone. He had an air about him that he could easily control a room. The charisma that was laced in his voice was heavy; you were sure people could get drunk from it.

A name. All he wanted to know was a name. It went against every company policy to give out your name to a client, confidentiality was key, but the client was asking you for it. And the company’s second most important rule was “The customer is always right.” You didn’t know what you were about to get yourself into, but you smirked again before leaning forward even more if to make the moment more intimate and keep all the other girls in the room working from hearing.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Michael repeated and you had to admit it sounded even better when he said it. “Y/N.” He said, for practice.

“Yes. Now, if there isn’t anything else I really must-”

“Can I call you later?”

You sighed, not sure what was going on. “7 o’clock. No one else will be here, we can talk then. Goodbye Mr. Gray.”

Michael hung up with a smile on his face, staring longingly at that metal invention he once hated before as if it was a magic mirror and he’d see you if he looked hard enough. Letting out a deep breath, he settled back in his chair with his hands behind his head. Few things made Michael nnervous and one of those things was asking your name. He was afraid you’d say no, also maybe afraid to find the answer. Because as long as you stayed anonymous he could continue to make you into anything he needed.

But he wanted to know you. As silly as it sounded, he felt a connection to you. He wondered if you felt the same, but doubted you did. Why you had agreed to call him tonight, he wasn’t so sure.

It was a funny thing for Michael. Being intrigued by a girl with an angelic voice and the mysterious guise of anonymity, when half of Birmingham was trying to throw themselves at him. He could get any girl he wanted, four or five a night came up to him at the Garrison, anything from prostitutes to factory workers to daughters of local politicians. But funny how the one girl he knew nothing about, who possibly wouldn’t even like him back, was the one that he wanted.

It was hard to get to work after that phone call. He tried to work on the numbers, but every so often a fabricated image of you would appear in his head, your name would whisper in his mind over and over again and make him forget to carry a one.

And it was obvious his mind was somewhere else. When he made his way to Tommy’s office to hand in the monthly reports. Tommy noted the sloppy work, but it was his mother who knew that something else was on his mind.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked bluntly as she stood with a cup of tea at her desk.

“What do you mean?”

“That look. You have that dumb look of young love on your face. Who is it?”

He tried not to blush, but that was hard to control. He cleared his throat as he looked at the ground. “I don’t know what your talking about Mum. There’s no one.”

“You know better than to lie to me, Michael.” She scolded.

“It’s nothing.” He confirmed sternly and made his way back into his office, shutting te door behind him. But Polly knew it was more than nothing.

And everyone could agree that Michael was hiding something when he said he had some books to look over at 5 when everyone was leaving.

“Michael-” Polly was about to protest but Tommy cleared his throat.

“I asked him to finish some work, we have a deadline at midnight. He’ll get off early tomorrow, alright? I’ll drive you home.” Tommy said as he shrugged his coat onto his broad shoulders. When Polly scoffed, turned her back to her son and put her fur on as well, she muttered that he better come in quietly tonight, “if he comes home at all.”

Michael owed Tommy big time.

“Y/N, you didn’t forget about the pub, did you? We’re all ready to go.” Cora said as she had her jacket and purse in hand, all the other girls giggling in the hallway ready to be free of work for the night.

“I have a few things to catch up on, but I’ll see you there.” Cora smiled weakly but left all the same. And before you knew you were alone in the switchboard room; everyone forms your shift was getting off, and the other girls working got a break for dinner. You had about 30 minutes to fall in love with Michael Gray.

You waited anxiously, your foot tapping as your eyes watched every movement of the clock’s hands. What if he had forgotten? What if he didn’t call at 7? Then you’d know the truth, that this was somehow all a joke. Your shoulders started to sag, thinking that must be the only explanation for everything when his light lit up.

Wasting no time, you connected him and greeted him differently.

“Good evening Michael Gray.” You breathe out, a smile fluttering on your lips. You heard him chuckle at your voice. “I’ve wanted to say that.” You let slip, covering your mouth as if you could take it back.

“I’ve wanted to hear it. I hear you say the same 10 words every day.”

“Well, there isn’t much more for me to say. I’ve got to keep it professional, you know.” You teased, hearing his familiar chuckle following after it.

“And is this professional Y/N?”

“Not at all. Switchboard operators are supposed to be anonymous, we’re supposed to be this symbol of anonymity like every operator is the same and we’re not even humans. We’re not even supposed to have an identity, hence why we have numbers. I’ll have you know I’m breaking every company law by talking to you right now Mr. Gray.”

“Michael. Call me Michael. And I’m grateful your breaking company laws for me, but if they try to fire you, you can blame it on me.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Trust me, I’d be alright.”

“Oh, so you’d pay them off?” You couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out what was on your mind.

“Who do you think I am Y/N?” You could tell his tone was playful, but at the same time you couldn’t help but curse yourself out for accusing him of such a thing.

“Is that a serious question?”

“Yes. What do you know about me Y/N?”

“Nothing.” You said truthfully. “Except that your Michael Gray, you're in Birmingham, you get calls from all over the globe, and you're a very important customer to my boss.”

“Am I? Interesting. So, what do you think that means?”

“Honestly, you may be the Prince of Persia staying in Birmingham under protection. I don’t know.” You giggled at the tale you had come up with.

“Prince, eh? You're not even close Y/N.”

“So what do you do?” You were nervous to ask, but you were more nervous to find out the answer if he was willing to give it to you.

“I’m a chief accountant.” He said humbly. You were quiet for a second before you laughed.

“And what does that mean?”

“I run the accounts for a business. I work with numbers all day.”

“Well, that’s something we have in common, so do I. I’m operator number 18, your light number 35, my other clients are number 56, 74, 106. And I’ve got to remember whos behind every number.”

“Frankly, your job sounds harder than mine.”

“Not likely. It’s mindless work really, but it’s work. How old are you?” You asked bluntly, the one thing you’d been most curious about, besides his profession. You heard him inhale, taken back by the question, and then you swore you could hear him smile through the line.

“How old do you think I am?”

Biting your lip and tapping your fingers against the wood of your desk, you explained. “Well, based on your voice I’d have to say early twenties. But, I feel like chief accountants are usually 60 years old at least.”

“60!”

“I’m kidding.” You giggled.

“Your laugh is beautiful.”

“Stop it,” you said, giggling again. You pressed your hand to your cheeks, you were flushed to say the least. There was another tranquil moment of silence; though you’d dare say your relationship was built off of your voices, silence came easily too. “So how did a 20 something-”

“22.”

“How did a 22 year old get a chief account position?”

“Well, I loved math in school and my family business was looking for one right when I graduated so-”

This made your heart sink a little. Of course he came from money, that had been obvious the second Mr. Northcott had told you he was a very important client. While you had wished for weeks on end that this mysterious Mr. Gray was young and beautiful, you hadn’t imagined what would happen if it was all true and you had got to this point. You couldn’t like him. This couldn’t be anything more than an interesting story. You could never meet him. He had a job, sure, ut he had family connections. You didn’t recognize the name Gray, but it must have held some power and wealth to it in Birmingham. A telephone operator struggling to make ends meat on her own with a wealthy, successful chief accountant? Not likely.

“Y/N, you there?” Apparently your radio silence had been too long and his voice was the thing pulling you back in.

You cleared your throat. “The supervisor's come in. I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Michael said eagerly before the call was dropped.

You took the headphones off in a furry, wondering how the hell you ended up in this position. Talking intimately with a client. Feelings things for him that you couldn’t explain, feelings powerful feelings for someone you did not know at all. This had to stop. Surely, this had to stop.

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Phantasma Magica Ch. 9

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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It was very nice to not have to worry about anyone’s safety. With his newfound peace-of-mind, Danny was actually able to help Hermione with her research for Hagrid and Buckbeak’s trial, invisibly scanning the library shelves for any useful books or articles, taking them back to her, and returning the ones she was done with.

He would’ve helped look through the articles himself, but… she was far better at that part than him, seemed to be enjoying herself (now that she wasn’t exhausted) – and even she agreed that this was a far more, uh… efficient strategy.

But while Danny was becoming much better friends with Hermione, Ron… Well. Danny supposed they weren’t very close to begin with, but Ron wasn’t too happy about him spending so much time with her. Though, Danny figured the only reason Harry wasn’t hanging out with her, too, was because of how much of his time was taken up by Quidditch practices. The team’s leader was very determined to win that year, for some reason. Danny didn’t know -- … or care -- why.

So, to try and get Ron to open up to him again, Danny came up with an idea – which he first thought of after seeing, time and again, how much of a bully Draco Malfoy really was. He ended up not even needing to ask why the Trio didn’t like him. (Not to mention, it was because of Draco’s fake “serious” injury that poor Buckbeak was facing potential death.)

He set his plan in motion during lunch one day, tapping Ron on the shoulder to get his attention – though not without him jumping a bit. Danny whispered in Ron’s ear, “Meet me at the top of the Astronomy Tower tonight.” “What? Why should I?” he whispered back, covering his words by moving to take a bite of food. “I have an idea I think you’ll like. To get back at Malfoy.” He could tell by the change in the boy’s expression that he was interested. And that night, as requested, Ron (and Harry; Danny supposed he should’ve expected as much) appeared on top of the tower from under Harry’s invisibility cloak.

They wasted no time in asking the phantasm what his plan was. “It’s actually really simple. You guys – wizards, I mean – You don’t have any way of passing through solid objects, do you?” “Uh… I don’t think so…?” Harry answered, turning to Ron. He shrugged. “I’ve never heard about a spell that can do that. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, though, I guess.” “Alright, well… Watch this!” Grabbing a book he had “borrowed” from the library, Danny turned it intangible and stuck it part-way through the floor. Ron and Harry gaped at him. He pulled it back out and set it down. “I can do that with anything, as long as it’s not too big – including people. I can turn things invisible, too!” “Blimey…” Ron’s expression turned from awed, to mischievous. “Oho, just think of the stuff we could do to Malfoy! Why didn’t you tell us you could do that earlier!?” “So what kind of stuff did you have in mind?” Harry asked, grinning.

For the next couple weeks, Malfoy could’ve sworn Peeves the Poltergeist himself had made him his personal pranking-bag. Chairs that moved on their own, missing school supplies, too many dropped objects to count – other objects being randomly burning hot or freezing cold… Someone put an itching hex on every blanket he replaced on his bed. He even thought he kept seeing Potter’s Firebolt floating around – but every time he looked, it was gone. But worst of all was…

Draco shifted on the bench again. For the love of Merlin, he just wanted to eat his dinner in peace! But every time he tried to get comfortable, his skin would crawl again.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” asked Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin girl who, pretty obviously, had a crush on him. “It’s nothing.” Even as he said it, he flinched. He felt a sharp (but minor) pain on his stomach. It felt like… There it was again! This time, on his thigh. Then more crawling sensations – – they were all over him now. “I need to go to the restroom,” Malfoy excused himself when he felt whatever-it-was start to travel down his arms, up his collar. And now into– –Draco sped up.

Danny personally thought this one was a little cruel, but he had to admit that Malfoy’s expression had been pretty funny. Ron and Harry were having trouble containing their laughter, getting the attention of Ron’s prank-enthusiast twin brothers. “Oy! What’s so funny?” Gasping, Harry replied, “I think Malfoy’s having some trouble…” With a knowing look to each other, the Twins asked what they had done – and both of them started having their own laughing fit at the word “earwigs.”

Unfortunately, even after that, Danny couldn’t convince Ron to forgive Hermione. And after Ron giving her the cold shoulder for such a long time… It was pretty obvious that it was really upsetting her.

She was telling Hagrid about the progress she had made in her research when Hagrid brought it up. He tried to comfort her as best he could and promised to talk to Ron (and Harry) when he saw the boys again – despite her insisting he didn’t need to do that, and “If he doesn’t see that it wasn’t my fault, then that idiot can keep not being my friend!” … She couldn’t quite keep the tears out of her voice when she said that, though… 

Whether Hagrid went through with that promise or not, Ron still didn’t want anything to do with Hermione – even when the next Hogsmeade weekend rolled around. At first, Hermione seemed determined to stay in the castle and continue studying. But eventually, Danny managed to convince her that some fresh air and a break from routine could do her some good.

It was much more fun to look around the small town with company, even if he couldn’t really talk to her through more than the occasional whisper. She told him all sorts of stuff about the place under her breath – the town’s history, mostly, but also things like how wizards made using owls for mail delivery work, and what the different kinds of candy in that one store were. Knowing how much he liked it, she even ordered Danny a hot chocolate at the Three Broomsticks.

After they were done, they went their separate ways to get back into the school grounds. Danny (knowing the other routes risked him running into the Twins) had made it a habit to use the tunnel under the Shrieking Shack to get to and from Hogsmeade. And it was a good thing he did.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to be staring at the “haunted” house from the safety of the fence. But this time, it was Ron. Who… seemed to be talking to himself. Danny smiled. ‘Of course Hermione wasn’t the only one with an invisible friend today.’ Movement and sound from down the hill then caught Danny’s attention. ‘Uh-oh’ Malfoy was headed towards them, accompanied by his two friends-slash-bodyguards “Crabbe” and “Goyle.” ‘No way this is gonna end well.’

“… should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm… about how I couldn’t use it for three months…” His goons sniggered. “I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself.. ‘There’s no ‘arm in ‘im, ‘onest’… that hippogriff’s as good as dead–” He cut off when he spotted Ron “alone” – and grinned. “What are you doing, Weasley?” Draco looked at the Shack behind Ron. “Suppose you’d love to live here, wouldn’t you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room – is that true?”

From the sudden extension of fabric, Danny assumed Harry had grabbed the back of Ron’s robes to keep him from trying to attack the bully. This was confirmed when he heard Harry whisper “Leave him to me.” Danny, using his phantasmal senses, managed to hone in on Harry’s location close enough to whisper, “It’s me. I’ll help.”

Danny stayed close to Harry (just in case) and watched as a handful of mud floated into the air… “… Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. D’you think he’ll cry when they cut off his hippogriff’s–” –and launched itself at the back of Malfoy’s head with a *splat*! “What the–?” Ron was laughing so hard that he had to use the fence to support himself. The three bullies were spinning wildly, trying to figure out where the mud had come from. With a snarl, Draco wiped his hair clean. “Great. Just when I thought it was over. Who’s doing this?!” He demanded from the air. Danny snickered. Ron casually commented, “Very haunted up here, isn’t it?” Crabbe and Goyle looked scared (their big muscles wouldn’t help against a ghost), but Malfoy just looked more annoyed.

Meanwhile, Harry had snuck closer to a puddle to grab some stinky green sludge. This time, the two goons got hit, too. “It came from over there!” Malfoy, wiping his face off, directed Crabbe toward Harry’s general direction. Danny gently grabbed Harry and floated him back over to Ron. “My turn,” he whispered.

Double checking how far away the dementors were, Danny carefully let his aura spread out. It was still a bit cold outside, so it took a few seconds for them to start shivering. Then a few more before they noticed the ice forming underneath them, up their muddy-wet shoes, and forming frost on their cheeks. “Wha– There shouldn’t be any dementors out here yet. It’s still daytime!” Draco all but whimpered. He, Crabbe, and Goyle were looking nervous. Finally, Danny sealed the deal with his best dementor impression: with no warning or build-up, the sound of loud, wheezing breaths came from directly above the three. Not wasting any time, the Slytherins ran – slipping and sliding and falling over each other – back down the hill.

Ron and Harry were doing some pretty good dementor impressions of their own – wheezing with barely-contained laughter. “Ha…! That was bloody BRILLIANT!”

Soon after, Harry, Danny, and Ron returned to the Gryffindor common room (in their own ways). When they got there, Danny received some good news/bad news. The good news was that Ron and Hermione were friends again. The bad news… was what caused it.

Hagrid had sent a letter to Hermione from London, covered in teardrops, saying that he had lost the case. Buckbeak was going to be executed. However, there was still some hope. With the possibility of an appeal driving them on, the Trio was reunited to help save their friend’s pet. They visited Hagrid every evening they could and, despite the hustle of the upcoming exams, did their best to form some kind of defense for him to use. Danny even suggested trying to “kidnap” the hippogriff and take him somewhere safe – they couldn’t blame Hagrid if Buckbeak was stolen by a “dangerous creature,” after all! However, using that plan would mean Danny would be hunted by the Ministry, so it was decided that would be the backup plan.

Now that they were interacting with her again, Ron and Harry noticed something strange about Hermione. And when their Easter break rolled around, with everyone else stressed beyond belief by trying to finish homework and study for their End of Year Exams – they couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Okay. You have to tell me how you’re doing it.” “Doing what?” Ron glared at her. “We all have more homework than we’ve ever had in our lives. And you’re taking more classes than anyone – which, I still want to know how you’re going to more than one class at a time, by the way–” “That’s nonsense, Ronald. No one can be in two places at once,” Hermione stated matter-of-factly. “– not to mention how much you’re working on the appeal for Hagrid. Yet somehow, you’re the most relaxed and rested person here!” “What can I say?” Hermione hid her face behind her book; she couldn’t help grinning. “I just have better time management skills!”

In truth, Hermione was practically living every day twice, at this point. Danny, wanting to be able to come and go as he pleased, had decided to let her use his pipe-hideout to work in (pulling her intangibly through a wall was easier than guarding random classrooms), and he had taken to sneaking a double of each meal up to her. But even if Hermione was living a double life, and Ron was stressed by their overflow of homework, no one was busier than Harry. He had to work his homework and studying in around daily Quidditch practices.

The entire school was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming match, too. Danny had never experienced this level of rivalry (and often, downright hostility!) over a school-level game. The excitement finally caused him to pay enough attention that he found out why the captain of the Gryffindor team had been driving Harry so hard: Gryffindor hadn’t won the “Quidditch Cup” in many years, and Harry’s skill (and amazing broom) meant that they finally had a good chance of winning this time! And the excitement was contagious. To his (minor) dismay, even Danny found himself drawn into it! And the fact that the Slytherin team’s “Seeker” (the position Harry played on the Gryffindor team) was Draco Malfoy just strengthened that excitement for Danny AND the Trio – but especially for Harry. Danny haaaad attended a few of the matches, but – despite the crash-course Harry had given him that weekend in the Hospital Wing – he still couldn’t quite manage to really get into the sport.

Until now.

When the game started, Danny took up his usual position near the top of the stands – close enough to (hopefully) not be hit by any of the flying players, but far enough away to not be touched by anyone in the crowd. Speaking of the crowd, it was easy to tell who the favorite to win was. Everyone in every House but Slytherin (“Gryffindor,” “Hufflepuff,” and “Ravenclaw”) were decked out in Gryffindor’s colors: red and gold. The quarter of the stadium flashing green and silver made a sharp contrast.

Danny found himself glued to his seat (metaphorically, since he was floating) watching the players fly back and forth, scoring goals in the giant bubble-wand-like goal-posts, hitting “bludgers” at the opposite team’s players to knock them off their brooms, angering the referee several times by smashing directly into the players instead… To say both teams were playing dirty would have been an understatement.

Danny didn’t fully get the points system, but he knew this much: He was embarrassed.

Because when Harry managed to grab the “Snitch” right out from under Malfoy’s hand – despite Harry being further away, starting towards the Snitch from all the way in the center of the field – – and the stadium erupted in cheers…

He actually turned ~visible~ for a second in his excitement…!

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Goretober day 5- Knives

Wasn’t expected to get this in with time to spare! It kinda gave me a bit of difficulty to finish. I tried to go for something slightly different in terms of tone, but I can’t tell for sure if it works. I hope y’all enjoy it either way! Back to Guilty Gear, today we’ve got Chipp Zanuff and Answer!

Answer resisted giving a weary sigh as his phone started ringing, with Chipp’s number appearing below the notification.

“Hello, this is Answer.” He said, in his usual polite greeting.

“Answer! Hey.” Chipp’s voice was oddly lacking in its exuberant cheer, instead sounding more breathy and soft. “You busy?”

“I’m in the middle of work, if that’s what you mean.” It seemed like a stupid question, when wasn’t Answer busy with paperwork? Politics didn’t make for a light workload.

He’d expected that Chipp would have immediately demanded that he drop everything and deal with whatever new problem that had come up. Instead, the only reply he got was a quiet “oh, I can call back later, then.”

That, combined with his boss’ unusually calm tone, put an odd feeling in Answer’s chest. “Boss, are you alright? Is something wrong?”

“What? No! No, everything’s fine. Just kinda winded from running.”

“And what were you running for?”

“Uh…” A little titch of fear mixed in with the softness. “Okay, okay. Th-there’s...a problem over in the north..fuck why can’t I think of the name-”

“Boss? Boss, try to stay calm.” Answer felt his own voice growing more unbalanced. “What’s wrong? I can’t help you unless you tell me what the problem is.”

Chipp didn’t reply at first. “S-someone got stabbed.”

“WHAT?” Answer jumped out of his chair. “Boss, send me your coordinates now. Do they not have a town medic?? I thought we had one assigned to every town! Depending on where you are I can have personnel sent over to your location within-”

“Stop! I-I- I can handle this, Answer!” Chipp shouted back. “I p-promise it’s not that bad, I just really need you to- to talk me through this right now.”

“Boss, that’s ridiculous! If it isn’t that serious, then there’s no reason that you shouldn’t have a professional handle this!”

“Answer.” His tone grew stern. “She’s young, and she’s terrified. Please.”

It was a weak argument, but Answer still found himself freezing, losing the will to argue. “...How old?”

“Uh...six or seven?”

“Can you ask her specifically?”

“She won’t stop crying, I can’t get anything out of her.”

Aside from Chipp’s voice, he couldn’t hear anything over the magic-com. “Where are you right now? Where is she?”

“I stepped out so I could talk to you. Her mom’s trying to get her to calm down.”

“Okay. If you’re absolutely sure about this…”

“I am.”

Answer drummed his fingertips on the desk. “You said is wasn’t too bad? I need more details. How deep, where it is it located, what made it. Don’t pull the blade out-”

“Don’t pull it out?” Chipp cut him off.

“-if it’s still still stuck in there, no.” Answer quirked an eyebrow. “Is it?”

“No- no, not that deep. Uh, I th-think it’s a fishing knife, think they said she was playing with her dad’s stuff and it fell off a shelf.”

The secretary paused. “How’d a fishing knife get so far inland? Is the village lakeside?”

“Man, I don’t know!”

“Breathe, boss, you’re freaking out.” Answer walked over to one of his file cabinets and started looking for the emergency handbook. Not that he expected to have forgotten anything in it, but maybe it could still be of use. “Alright, so probably more of a graze than an actual stab wound.”

“What would happen if it was an actual stab wound?”

“Well, more blood, of course, and concerns with the lungs collapsing if it was in the chest. Any punctures to the internal organs will probably need surgery. Where is the wound located?”

“Arm. Left arm.” The response came back even shakier.

“You have to stop panicking. How can you expect to help when you can’t keep yourself calm?”

“Sorry, sorry-”

With his skills as a multitasker, it wasn’t hard for Answer to find the book while still talking. “Okay, so graze to the arm with a sharp object. Shouldn’t be too difficult to handle, main concern is stopping the blood flow with pressure.”

Chipp made a little muffled noise. “Sounds like she’s calmed down a little, I’m going in.”

“Just try and keep your breathing even.” Chipp’s still sounded awkward and breathy, and even if Answer wasn’t worried about the fool making himself faint, he knew it wouldn’t exactly appear inviting. “Keep her distracted. Ask her favorite animal, or something like that. Have her lie down on the floor with her arm up above her heart to limit the blood flow.”

“Okay…”

The line went quiet. Answer had to check and make sure that he hadn’t accidentally hung up the phone by accident. “Chipp?”

“S-shit- hey. Things are looking pretty ok right now, but what do I do about the blood?”

“I told you, put pressure on it. I know you’re panicking, but try to remember what I tell you.”

He could make out an odd sort of laugh. “Heh, you’re right, I’m not good at this kind of thing…”

“Chipp, stop feeling sorry for yourself and get to work. Find a clean rag and press it over the wound to stifle the bleeding.”

“Hahaha...s-sorry, rag, rag, what do I do with the rag?”

“CHIPP!” Answer snapped, feeling his grip on the book tighten. “This isn’t time to be joking! Now will you just focus already?!”

He got no apology that time. Answer was hoping that meant he had gotten serious and had his hands busy. He could make out the vague sound of something shuffling, but nothing aside from that.

“I got- I got her on the floor, got the rag on. And it’s a frog.”

“What?”

“Her favorite animal’s a frog.”

In spite of the situation, Answer felt a little smirk on his face. “Mine too. How’s the bleeding?”

“It’s-” Before Chipp could say anything, he was cut off by a deep, wet-sounding cough. Answer could tell that is was his just from the sound, but the suddenness of it still made him jump.

“Boss, are you alright? That didn’t sound good.”

“Just fine, just tired.”

“You’re still winded? I assumed you’d have recovered from it by now.”

“Yeah, heh, me too, maybe I’m just having an off day?”

“Possible. How is she?”

“Huh?”

Answer blinked. “The girl?”

“Oh, her! She- she’s good, she looks good. It looks more under control now.”

Answer felt something uncomfortable in his chest. Discarding the medical book, he went back into his files in search of something else.

“You did a good job, Chipp.” He kept his tone calm. “And tell her that she did, too. Very brave.”

“I know, right? I dunno how I’d be able to stay so chill. It’s the same color every time.”

“That...doesn’t make any sense.” He replied, pulling out a thick file. “How are you doing? You still sound winded.”

“I’m all good! Feeling a lot better now, honestly.” Answer could hear him trying to muffle another cough. “So I’ll stop bugging you-”

“Boss…” Answer’s words were soft, though he realized that it was more for him than for Chipp. “I checked the records. All of the north villages have medics. There’s no logical reason for a fishing knife to be that far north. And why were you so forgetful? I know you’ve got a better memory than that.”

He could tell from the tone that Chipp realized what he was trying to say. “I-I…”

“...You’re not in any of the villages, are you?”

“Ha ha...you’re really good at this, Answer.”

“What?”

“Directions. You’re really good at them.”

“That’s not an answer!” He slammed his hand against the cabinet. “What’s going on?! Where are you?!”

++++++

The midday sun shone bright over a grubby alleyway, illuminating a red puddle. A pale, trembling hand gripped a soaked rag around a knife handle embedded in his ribs, with the other still somehow managing to keep a communicator running.

“Chipp?!” Answer’s voice barked from the other end. “Tell me where you are!”

“Can’t remember.” The act of talking made his chest rise and fall, drawing out another wet cough and a burst of pain as the blade jostled in place. “Thought it’d be easier to think when- when I wasn’t bleeding so much.”

“Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning?!”

“Didn’t want you to worry. ‘m okay, An, jus’ need to sleep a little.”

“NO! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me! Don’t you dare die!”

“My hands feel fuzzy…”

“Th-that’s...focus on that! Focus on that feeling and stay awake! Dammit, how do I trace a call?!”

“Mhhh, too tired to think…”

“Don’t you dare! Chipp Zanuff, if you die on me I’ll never forgive you- !”

“It’ll be fine, An. It’ll…”

Misty red eyes rolled back in their sockets, and the circle of magic by his ear fizzled away and faded into nothing.

#blood tw #knives #writing #goretober #goretober 2019 #guilty gear #Chipp Zanuff #Answer

[wonhos-monbaby]

A Christmas with no clothes.(smut)

Wonho is Santa

Genre : Smut 

Parts : One shot

Pairing : Wonho/reader (3rd POV)

Warning : smut, explicit sexual content, consensual sex, language (just a little).

Summery : Y/N’s car broke down... Thankfully she found help.

-       Perfect! Just perfect! Y/N huffed as she tried to star up her car for the fifteenth time.

She had stopped to take a picture of the beautiful view of a cabin framed by woods and now her car wouldn’t start. Sighing in frustration she got out of her car once again to get her coat from the boot, she was starting to feel the cold as the car cooled down. She checked her phone again hoping for signal she knew she didn’t have. She felt like shouting, not only was she stuck in the middle of god knows where but she had no way of contacting her company to tell them she wouldn’t making to the meeting or even call for a tow truck.

She had been sitting in her car trying to start it up for over forty minutes and still no cars were in sight. She looked back at the cabin and squinted, she noticed smoke coming out of the chimney. She could’ve sworn it looked empty when she took the picture. She thought for a moment and sighed. She didn’t have much choice; with a bit of luck they’d have a phone.

She got out of her car and made her way up the path between the trees. She hadn’t noticed how far the cabin was, it had looked much closer moments ago but the closer she got the further it looked to be. Finally, the trees were behind her and she was in front of a snow-covered field. She smiled to herself when she saw that most of the snow had been cleared away creating a narrow path to the door of the wooden structure that now seemed much bigger than she had expected. She took in a breath hoping one last time that this cabin wasn’t inhabited by some murdering psychopath and made her way to the door. She had almost reached it when she slipped on a frozen puddle, she let out a yelp of surprise as she felt herself fall. She hit the ground hard with a loud thud and a groan when she felt her ankle twist.

She sighed in frustration closing her eyes and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. She didn’t have time to linger on the thought because she heard the door slam open followed by footsteps in the snow. She tried sitting up but her coat was too think for her to do more than lift up her head and all she saw was a pair of red clad legs.

-       Oh my, are you okay miss? a male voice asked before the owner’s face appeared above hers.

-       Yeah, she managed to breath out, he was so beautiful she was rendered speechless.

-       Here let me give you a hand, he said extending an arm to her, she gladly accepted.

He grabbed her forearm and she tried doing the same, her hand barely wrapped around half of his arm. He pulled her up in one swift move. As soon as she put weight on her feet she felt a shock of pain through her ankle. She immediately shifted her weight onto the other and lost her balance and crashed into the man’s chest. His arms immediately wrapped around her stabling her.

-       Easy there, he chuckled before bending down and picking her up bridal style.

She wanted to protest but she could see the worry in his eyes, she didn’t know what came over her but she was filled with trust when she looked at him.

He looked to be young, probably a little older than her, his features were soft yet there was a sharpness that came with being a man. His hair was cut shorter on the sides and strands fell over his forehead and in his eyes. Her eyes lingered on his plump lips, they twitched and pulled into the slightest of smirks. She looked down having been caught staring only to have her eyes drop to his chest and shoulders barely covered by a muscle-shirt. She tried her best not to stare at his body, she didn’t know where to lay her eyes, his broad shoulders, muscular chest, his biceps barely straining under her weight. She was thankful when he sat her on a chair. He smiled down at her holding out a hand.

-       I’m Wonho by the way, he said his voice soft and silvery.

-       Y/N, she answered.

He smiled knowingly catching himself before he told her he already knew her name. He asked her how her ankle felt and if she thought it was serious.

-       It’s alright I think, I just twisted it when I fell. It should be fine in a few minutes, she told him. He smiled again making her heart race

-       I’ll go make us a cup of coffee and you can tell me what brought you to my doorstep. Feel free to have a look around and with that he disappeared through a door in what she could only assume was the kitchen.

She looked around taking not of the enormous number of toys scattered all around the room, some finished hanging or set on shelves others not yet done scattered amongst piles of wood and fabrics on the many tables. Now that she thought of it the place seemed even bigger inside. She got up to look at a doll on the shelf near the door Wonho had just gone through. It was beautiful, so delicate and the dress’ details were gorgeous. The doll seemed familiar somehow, Y/N tried to place it but she couldn’t, as she reached for it a voice came from behind startling her “Ah, that was a popular one when I was a kid”. She spun around so fast she almost knocked the coffee out of his hands, she hadn’t expected him to be so close. He smiled at her and placed a mug of steaming coffee in her hands.

-       So Y/N what brings you around these parts, very few people live around here, he said before taking a sip from his mug.

-       My car wouldn’t start up. I stopped to take a picture of the view from the road and when I tried to start it again it just wouldn’t, she sipped at the warm liquid sighing as it warmed her up a little more. I saw smoke coming from the chimney and hoped you had a land line I could you to call a tow truck… I don’t have signal, she finished.

She took another sip the coffee tasted amazing. He looked at her for a moment, his lips slightly pulled up in a smile that was barely there but there was no mistaking it when you looked at his eyes. He sighed looking out the window.

-       You won’t be getting towed anytime soon, not with that snow storm” he jerked his chin towards the window. She could barely see outside, there was so much snow falling that all she could actually see was just that snowflakes heavily falling.

-       You can stay here until it dies down and I’ll take a look at your car, he offered.

-       That would be very kind of you. I’m really sorry to intrude. And you seem to have so much work, she said

He waved it away telling her it was no trouble at all. As she shrugged off her coat she kept looking at the amount of various toys and he watched her face light up. There were dolls, trains, puppets, wooden action figures, nutcracker, pretty ballerina tree decorations and so many others. She felt like she was in a child’s dream house. She turned around to face him.

-       Did you make all of these? She asked.

He was leaning against the edge of the table carving a piece of wood into what looked like a bunny. He looked up at her and smiled.

-       Some are from left by my father from when he still worked, some are mine but I also have a lot of help, so a lot of it isn’t me.

-       They’re beautiful, she said running her finger gently over the doll’s dress. May I? she asked pointing to it.

He smiled and nodded. She placed her cup of coffee on the table and gently picked up the doll. He looked at her examine the doll, gently stroking her face. It had been one of his father’s greatest gifts, and this was the only one that was left from when he had learned to make them. He had loved learning from him but over the years had realized that his best toys were the ones he put his twist on it. Every toy that surrounded them was created from what he had seen his father and his grandfather had made but he had added his personal touch of magic to them.

-       I think I had the same when I was a child, she finally said eyes bright with memories.

-       You can have it.  

-       I can’t, you’re already doing so much... she said putting it back on the shelf with the others.  

He put the wooden bunny down and took two strides to her. Wonho picked up the doll from the shelf and placed it in her hands covering them with his own.

-       I insist, think of it as an early Christmas gift. Careful, I don’t bend the rules often, he said smiling softly.

She tried to protest but he wouldn’t hear it. He took a small step toward her causing her cheeks to flush pink at his proximity. She had to tilt her head back a little to look at him, he was so close.

-       Take it as a thank you gift then, for keeping me company, he almost whispered.

She could only nod and swallowed hard when he smiled widely at her. She was having trouble thinking straight and his smile was just making it worse.  He eventually let go of her hands and took a step back and she let out a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she was so trusting with a man she didn’t know at all; she couldn’t believe she wanted him to actually come closer again or that she wanted nothing more than to feel his body pressed against hers. She caught herself before her thoughts brought her too far.

A clock rang, the sound was a soft chime that had Wonho lift his head in attention and nibble on his lips. He thought back to what his father had told him about their house. The cabin and snow covered field were a curious place, they didn’t appear anywhere on maps or records of any kind. It was a place in-between, it was there and it wasn’t. His father had told him that only one person – outside of their family – could and would be able to see and cross to the cabin. For his father, it had been Wonho’s mother. He didn’t know how to go about this, she had clearly made her way to him and he wasn’t about to let her leave just like that so he called up the snow storm. Not for long just until he figured out how he would go about things. He decided he would figure things out as the rest of the day went by.

-       Come, he said getting her attention back on himself, I’ll show you around but first I have to feed the Reindeers.

That had Y/N open her eyes wide and blinking for a moment wondering had heard him right.

-       Reindeers? She asked after a few seconds.

He smiled and nodded.

-       Would you like to help?

She couldn’t help be nod, she loved animals and was actually finishing her studies to become a veterinarian. Her enthusiasm made him smile to himself as they walked side by side towards the back of the room and through a door that lead to the stables. The place was beautiful, lit by soft yellowy lights everything that surrounded them was made of wood just as the rest of the cabin was. The place was warm and the hay on the floor in the corners smelled fresh.  

There were nine loose-boxes, each with a beautiful handwritten sign hung over the door stating the reindeers’ names.

« Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph »

Y/N blinked when she spotted the sleigh and the heavy white lined red jacket hanging near it. Wonho watched her as her mouth opened and closed and opened and closed again. Her eyes darting from name to name to the sleigh to the jacket and black boots and back again. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth as he watched her take in everything. She suddenly turned around and walked to the door slipping her head through the opening to scan the room taking notice of the work stations they had walked past to reach the stables; she had been too busy trying not to stare at him she hadn’t even taken notice of her surroundings.

-       This is a joke, right? She finally said once she was back facing him.

He looked at her very seriously, placed his hand on his stomach and grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

-       Ho Ho Ho, his voice boomed.

Y/N almost choked on air when the deep rough sound came from him, unnatural with the way he sounded when he spoke. Her face was one of pure shock, she felt her legs shake and she knew she was about to crumble to the ground. Just as her legs caved he caught her against him holding her up worry painting his features.

-       I got you, he said scooping her up once again.

He carried her to the sleigh and sat her on the padded seat. She focused on her breathing, trying to grasp what she had just learned. Her brain just wouldn’t take it in. He sat next to her, rubbing circles on her back doing his best to sooth her, to calm her down. He had no idea how to explain things or what to tell her. How on earth had his father told his mother when she showed up on his doorstep? Neither of them spoke for a long moment, both of them were trying to make sense of their thoughts. She eventually managed to get her heart rate down and her breathing to settle. She straightened and looked up at him.

-       How? Was all she asked.

In his mind this was the best opportunity to tell her about them being destined… maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it but all in all that was what it was: destiny, soulmates whatever people called it.

-       I guess I should start by the beginning, he started. So, the Santa Claus you know has never been the same person, it’s been a title and job handed down from father to son for generations. My father was Santa and so was my grandfather and his father before him and so on. We learn to make toys from a young age and this is the residence of the current Santa. This place isn’t listed anywhere; it doesn’t exist on earth per se. It exists in some sort of in between. Please hear me out on the rest and I’ll answer all your questions after if you have any.

She nodded her eyes locking with his with so much ease she was surprised with herself. She rarely managed to hold eyes contact longer than a few seconds with men she was attracted to yet she found that even though she was shy and flustered she couldn’t look away from his warm brown eyes. Somehow the way he looked at her soothed her, made her feel safe and at ease. She wouldn’t mind sitting with him for hours and listening to him talk, his voice was beautiful, low, soft and gentle, it was as soothing as his eyes.

-       Very few people can actually see this place from the outside. This cabin and the field of snow that surround it are like I said not entirely part of this world. The only ones that can come through are from my bloodline past and to come. However, every generation someone from the outside comes through. When my father still worked that someone turned out to be my mother. In my grandfather’s time, well he and his twin brother worked together so two people showed up my grandmother and the man she was supposed to marry who is now my great-uncle’s partner. I think you can figure out what I’m trying to say, I’m not asking you for any promises or anything like that. I know this is out of nowhere and sudden and sounds unreal. I don’t know how I can explain things better, I wasn’t expecting anyone so soon. I just started working on my own two years ago, my dad still drops by with my grandfather, they come and give me a hand when I’m alone but for the most I’m alone with my workers.

-       The elves are real too? She asked after he stopped talking.

Of all the things he had said, that was the first thing she thought about. She surprised not only him but herself, she had taken everything in and found herself uncommonly okay with the fact that the man sitting next to her had told her they were soulmates. Wonho considered her for a moment, maybe he fell for her a little in that moment. He had told her they were meant for each other, not in so many words but that had been what he meant, and she wondered about a story his great-great-great-grandfather’s grandfather had started. He chuckled and smiled at the question.

-       Somewhat, he chuckled a little more. Just don’t call them elves they won’t like that. My friend’s actually help me out, they live here, just not in this cabin but in a town, up north, he said pointing behind him towards the back of the cabin. Although Kihyun could pass for one ‘cause he is really short, he said more to himself than for her. They’re like you and me, just really good at making toys really fast.

-       Did you go to school here or hum …?

He smiled at the way she tried to find a word to describe ‘where she came from’.

-       You can say earth if you want, although we tend to call it the otherside in the family. I went to school there, graduated high school and studied music in college, still am but I’m taking online classes to get my degree by May since things are hectic right now. I actually have a door that brings me where ever I want, so it makes it easy for groceries and going to classes and exams. When I was a kid we lived here with my parents, when I went I started to go to college I live on campus and I moved back in here when my dad retired. He and my mom live in the town up north.

She smiled at his words it sounded surreal and crazy but she took it all in, she listened to him explain and answer her questions with more patience than anyone she had ever met. At some point, they got up to feed the reindeers, Y/N felt nervous at first but Wonho started off with Comet. The beast was much larger than she had ever imagined and had the easiest character of all of them, he took one sniff at Y/N, let her pet him after Wonho’s encouragement and turned his attention to his food. The others were all pretty much the same if not a little more curious about the stranger in their living quarters. Dasher was pretty insistent on Y/N petting him longer happy for the attention. They finally got to Rudolph’s loose-box, Wonho paused in front of it for a moment.

-       Rudolph… well he’s kind of a diva. He doesn’t usually take well to strangers… took him ages to accept the others, especially Hyungwon… Just mind your fingers with him, Wonho explained.

She nodded a bit nervous. He walked in first greeting the animal who stood his head held high, reminding Y/N of show horses that were forced to hold up their heads in uncomfortable positions. He lowered his head when Wonho stepped closer to pet him, trying his best to sooth the stubborn beast. He whispered soft words to him as well as warnings before taking a step back and motioning for Y/N to come closer. Rudolph stomped his hooves and bent his head down hard startling the both of them.

-       Be nice, Wonho warned.

He gestured for Y/N to come closer slowly. She took a step forward and stood half hidden behind Wonho. Rudolph took a sniff at her and considered the hay she was handing him shakily. He looked to Wonho who looked at him like a mother would their disobedient child and almost rolled his eyes. There was something strangely human about the reindeers, they seemed to be more than just Santa’s reindeers. The animal almost huffed and took a bite from the hay Y/N was handing him, sending Wonho the most “are you happy now” possible making him smile and hand him a cube of sugar.

They went back to the workshop after that and Wonho showed Y/N around the rest of the cabin, showing her the kitchen and living room then bringing her up a flight of stairs to the bathroom and bedrooms. He pointed to a door right beside the bathroom door and told her she could spend the night there. It was a simple bedroom with a queen size bed, two bedside tables, a large dresser and a mirror. The only window gave on the back of the cabin, not that it was possible to see anything with the snow storm still going strong but when Wonho said that when it was clear it was possible to see the village and she couldn’t help but think how beautiful it must be.

-       If you want to shower I can find some clothes for you to change into that might be more comfortable than that suit, he offered.

Y/N looked down at herself, she thought a shower would be nice and getting out her work clothes would also be more comfortable.

-       I’d like that, she said back.

He smiled at her and left the room and walked across the hall into his bedroom to grab the shortest pair of sweat pants he owned, a t-shirt and a thick red turtleneck. He considered it for a moment and added a pair of boxer shorts and socks just in case. He brought her the change of clothes and a towel and set them on the edge of the bed. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

-       Thanks.

-       It’s nothing. You’ll find shower gel and shampoo, if you want, in the shower just help yourself. Oh, and there should be new toothbrushes under the sink in case you need one.

She thanked him again and went into the bathroom towel in hand. She locked the door behind her and immediately stripped and got into the shower.

Wonho went back to his room and started pacing, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he tried his best to not imagine her naked under the shower. He groaned feeling his arousal rise the more he tried not to think of it, he felt warmer and warmer by the second and eventually pulled off his sleeveless t-shirt letting it hit the floor. He ran his hand in his hair trying to calm himself down trying to think of anything but her wet body wrapped in a towel as she stepped out of the shower. His eyes dropped on his small bookshelf, he decided to choose a few he thought she might like. He then brought the small pile of books to her bedroom and set them on the nightstand. He hadn’t notice the shower turn off or the bathroom door open nor the pile of clothes left on the bed.

When he turned around he didn’t notice she had just walked in and they bumped into each other. Y/N didn’t have the time to blush her feet were still a little damp and the impact with his chest set her of balance and she slipped back. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the hard, wooden floor but instead she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her close. He held her tightly against him, he body moulding into his. They were so close she could feel his hardening member press against her, she swallowed hard her mind blank from anything but Wonho and his body touching hers. Neither of them said a thing, he tightened his hold on her pressing her closer to him tilting his head back at the feeling. Y/N felt herself flush pink as she looked up from his chest to see his head thrown back and his lips parted. She bit her lip and before she could even think about what she was about to do her lips were on his neck surprising him and almost making him snap his head back down to look at her. But her lips felt so good on his neck, she sucked and kissed and licked his neck getting on the tip of her toes to reach his jaw and nibbling his ear.

Wonho bent his head down and captured her lips in a slow kiss, Y/N’s arms wounded around his neck as she pressed herself more against his erection, her towel forgotten by the both of them fell to the ground. They barely took notice of her now naked chest pressed against his. Both lost in the moment, Wonho’s hands slid down her back and past her waist to gently grab her ass as she moaned into his lips. He started moving back toward the bed and she followed eager to feel closer to him. He sucked on her lower lip pulling it between his teeth before releasing it and kissing her again, harder than before.

He felt the edge of the bed behind him and pulled her into his lap still kissing her. His hands travelled to her thighs as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. He moved further on the bed, causing her to straddle his leg. His mouth moved to her collar bone and back up the other side of her neck, he kissed and sucked and gently grazed his teeth against her skin leaving his mark as one arm snaked around her waist and the other went up her back to hold the back of her neck. Her hands were already in his hair, her fingers tangled in black strands pushing his lips closer to her. She started rolling her hips against his still clad thigh seeking friction as Wonho grabbed a fist of hair at the nape of her neck and gently tugged her head back. She whined when he pulled away to look at her as she moved herself on his thigh. Small sounds escaped her lips as she found her pace rubbing herself against him. Her hands had left his hair and settled on his shoulders giving her more balance as she rolled her hips at an achingly slow rate. They had barely started and he could already feel how wet she was through the thick red fabric of his pants. She slowly increased her little thrusts, moaning at the sensation of his thick muscle between her legs. He looked at her beautiful face colour with pleasure, her mouth slightly parted her head thrown back as she rode his thigh. She let out a loud moan when he flexed his muscled and her hips moved faster.

-       Does that feel good? He asked huskily.

-       Y-yes, she moaned as he flexed again just as she pressed herself harder against him. A-ag..

-       Again? He asked.

-       P-p-pleaseee, she groaned.

And he obliged her flexing and holding his before relaxing his muscle and doing again when she cried out in pleasure. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, her hips rolled erratically, fast and she kept raising her pace the closer she got to release. She came fast with a loud moan and dropped her head on his shoulder her hips still jerking. Wonho’s hands were still on her hips flexed his thigh again beneath her sending a wave of pleasure through her as she was still coming down from her high. She felt so sensitive and he guided her hips on his thigh.

-       Come for me again baby.

Y/N just moaned as she followed the pace he was giving her, his leg flexing and releasing under her faster now.

-       Come on, be a good girl for me, come baby, come, he whispered lowly in her ear his voice heavy with arousal.

Feeling her wet pussy rub against him, even through fabric was driving him insane with arousal he was so hard at the sight of her orgasm he wanted to see it again. And she obliged feeling her own pleasure rise again the more she rode him, her hips shook as she thrusted against him. It was almost too much but she couldn’t think clearly anymore, she just felt his fingers pinch and tweak her nipples.

-       Say my name baby, he asked before licking her lips.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers a little harder and raised his leg a little increasing the pressure on her pussy and she came again harder than she had ever before. She screamed his name and his lips caught hers midway swallowing his name from her lips. Wonho laid back pulling her with him letting her come down from her high. She was breathing fast her chest rising and falling against his, her hardened nipples grazing his chest. He was even harder after that and Y/N took notice of his now very hard member straining the loos fabric of his pants. Before Wonho could react, she had pulled his pants off and was kissing him.

-       Your turn, she breathed in his ear.

She made her way kissing and licking down his chest paying extra attention to his hardened nipples, her hands gently grazing his skin, tracing each defined muscle they came across before wrapping around his cock. He bit his lip trying not to moan too loudly and failed miserably when she wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking the tip, flicking her tongue over the head. She sucked on him, head bobbing up and down her eyes never leaving his when she released him to lick him from his balls all the way up his shaft and taking him in her mouth again. He hummed at the feel of her lips wrapped around him and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to release.

-       F-fuck your mouth feels so good baby, he moaned out.

His hand found her head and he started guiding her to a faster pace, she took him in deeper pressing her tongue flat against the underside of his dick.

-       G-g-good g-girl baby.

His words were reduced to curses and unintelligible praised and with a few sucks he came and to pull her off but she took him deeper and swallowed all he gave her. She let him go with a pop and licked her lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He couldn’t help but pulled her face to his and kiss her hard, his tongue immediately entering her mouth, their hands touching every inch of each other they could reach.

-       I need to be inside you, he breathed in between kisses.

In response Y/N raised her hips over his and guided his cock to her entrance and dropped down. She raised herself and dropped on his shaft a few times before Wonho flipped them over pulling one of her legs over his shoulder. He thrusted into her hard and slow, almost agonizingly slow but she felt so good around him so tight.  

-       Wonho…

Thrust.

-       Do I make you feel good?

Thrust.

-       Yugh, so, so f-fucking good, ah.

Thrust.

-       You’re so tight around my cock, so tight, so wet …

Y/N couldn’t string words together, her mind was pure pleasure, her hands grabbed her breasts and he rubbed her clit and quickened his hips. He rolled them against hers finding her sweet spot causing her to let go of her breast and tangle her fingers in her hair. He felt her tightening around him, incoherent noises spilled from their lips the closer they got to release. She came hard around him as he thrusted a few last times faster, harder coming with her.

At some point, he had let go of her leg, he gently pulled it off his shoulder and laid it on the bed. They were both out of breath and a little surprised at what they had just done, they had barely met yet it had felt right. Wonho pulled Y/N into his arms kissed her forehead and pulled the covers over them. She turned to face him and pushed a strand of black hair away from his eyes letting her hand linger on his cheek. He took it in his and kissed her palm.

-       I can’t believe I just fucked Santa, she blurted out.

-       Hmm, should I show you how I make love? He said.

She smiled at him, her cheeks flushed pink.

Thankfully it’s still christmas here... i managed to get it done!!!

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Competition | highschool!au

Jennie x Reader (fem)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Summary: ‘Jealousy does not become you, Jennie Kim.’

Requested by @jeonmyg

A/N: I apologise in advance because this is all over the place. :/ Hope you guys still enjoy it, though. 

Part I | Part II | Part III

Word Count: 6,052

Warnings: Nothing much, a couple of swear words.

“I like you.”

      You’re not actually quite sure what you had expected, but you’re pretty sure it wasn’t this. Jennie looks as if she’d just looked into Medusa’s eyes and subsequently, been turned into stone. Her expression is still, too still; her eyes are wide and she is utterly silent.

     You fidget, fingers intertwining and you bite your lip, a wave of anxiety rushing over you like a waterfall.

     That day, after school had ended, you’d decided that you wanted to take a walk in the park before you went home and Jennie, being your best friend, had decided to accompany you in case you ‘got bored without her’. You’d rolled your eyes but allowed her to come anyways, knowing it was her indirect way of saying she wanted to be in your company a little longer.

     The two of you had found a park bench and sat down and after a few minutes of comfortable silence, Jennie began to tell you about something weird that Jisoo and Lisa had done today. You had smiled at her, watching as her eyes lit up and her hands moved and gestured, and her lips drew slowly up into the prettiest smile you’d ever seen.

     You had always thought it was cheesy and well, frankly, idiotic, the way people would say that their girlfriend, or their boyfriend, had a smile like flowers and the sun. Jennie proved you wrong. You loved the way her eyes curved into little crescent moons and the way her face performed a little scrunch when she laughed a little too hard. God, her smile could make flowers grow, and no, you’re not being cheesy.

     Every time she laughed or smiled, you fell a little bit more in love.

     Maybe, that’s why when Jennie talked about the particularly ridiculous thing that Jisoo had forced Lisa to do today and she scrunched up her face in a laugh, you couldn’t help yourself. The words slipped out of your lips, unbidden and finally free.

     “I like you.”

     You watch, hesitant and suddenly scared as the smile fades slowly from your best friend’s lips and she swallows, brushing a nonexistent strand of hair away from her face.

     “What?”

     You’re suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to run away, fall into a hole and never come back.

     “I like you,” you repeat, your voice a little stronger, a little braver. “I like you- I’d like to date you.” You watch her face carefully, seeing a myriad of emotions flicker across her face at the speed of light, and cautiously, when you don’t see rejection, you add, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

     Jennie doesn’t really say anything as all forms of emotions vanish entirely from her face. You recognise it as her retreating into her shell but you refrain from doing anything and instead, wait silently. She closes her eyes, breathes, then opens them again and licks her lips. “How long?”

     You eye her curiously even as anxiety rushes through you and you feel as if you’re about to throw up from the snakes crawling in the pit of your stomach. “Three years,” you reply, thankful that your voice holds steady even in the midst of your emotions.

     She stares at you for a long moment, then looks away and you notice that she’s begun to fiddle with her fingers.

     “I can’t,” she says finally, her voice small.

     “You can’t what?”

     “I can’t give you an answer.”

     You frown, your brows knitting together as confusion flickers across your face. “What do you mean? You can’t answer?”

     “Yeah,” she says, still avoiding your gaze. “I can’t give you an answer yet. I just...don’t know.”

     You’re still very confused but you can tell from the look on her face that unless you wanted to have her retreat even further into her shell, it was best not ask her to elaborate on her incredibly vague answer.

     So, what does this mean? Does this mean she likes you? She hasn’t rejected you, right? But she didn’t agree to date you either? Does that mean she’s trying to let you down lightly?

     You sigh, your shoulders slumping and your fingers tighten sharply around the strap of your bag.

     “Okay. That’s cool. That’s fine.” You try to keep the dejection from your voice, but it appears you’re not doing as well as you think because you see a spark of concern dancing through your best friend’s eyes.

     Jennie watches you out of the corner of her eye and her heart clenches at the look on your face. It hurts to see you hurt, she realises, and when you turn to look at her, mustering a bright smile, she realises it hurts even more to see you pretend you weren’t in pain.

     “Y/N,” Jennie begins, but you cut her off.

     “It’s fine.” You muster a smile, and it feels real. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

     “Y/N,” Jennie looks at you warningly when she sees you open your mouth. “Just, give me some time, okay? I’ll give you an answer if you give me time. I..I just need time.” She scans your face and you detect a hesitance in her that you’ve never quite seen before. “We’re still friends right?”

     “Of course,” you laugh, and thankfully, you think to yourself, this laugh sounds real, it’s very much real. Why wouldn’t it be? It is real. You grin at her, and the corner of her lips quirk upwards as well.

     So, she’s not rejecting you outright. That’s got to something, right? If she needs time, then you’ll give her time. There are some benefits with time too, you think, because now you have time to win her over slowly.

     You direct the conversation back to whatever Jisoo did in school that day and although Jennie appears hesitant at first, she swings back into the flow of the things and the air feels at ease for a while.

     It’s beginning to get late and the bright colours of the afternoon sky are fading away into darker, muted tones of orange and red as the sun descends downwards into the distant horizon.

     “I need to go. Gotta check on Kuma and Kai. Make sure they’re not eating too much.” Jennie smiles teasingly as she stretches and yawns and you force a lopsided grin onto your mouth, trying to ignore the feeling in your chest.  

      She gets up from the park bench, slinging her bag over her leather clad shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

     You nod and manage a smile and you watch as she walks away. Then, you lean back against the bench and sigh, watching as your breath turns into smoky white mist in the cold winter air.

     The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, you greet Jennie by her locker with coffee from her favourite shop in hand and insist on carrying her books whilst you walk her to class. You buy her that ridiculous milk-flavoured ice cream that she loves when she grumbles about it during lunch and you stay after school whenever she has practice to walk her home afterwards, or wherever she wants to go.

     This begins to become somewhat like a routine for you, and you even feel at ease with doing all the things you’re doing - girlfriend things, to a girl who you’re not even dating. In fact, it gives you confidence, the kind of confidence that you haven’t had in awhile, especially not when you’re talking to Jennie Kim - your best friend, dog lover, person who hasn’t replied to you asking her out and subsequently turning you into a questioning, unsure little shit. 

      Also, she has a killer bad girl smile. That smile can turn anyone’s insides into a puddle of mush.

     God. That smile could kill you.

     You know, deep in your heart, that you would do whatever it takes to get Jennie to give you an answer to your question. And you don’t tire, not even when a month passed without her even bringing up the topic of your confession, much less give you an answer.

     “Y/N,” Jennie sounds exasperated when you hand her the coffee. You’re lounging languidly against the row of lockers with your hands in your pockets and a lazy smile on your lips. You tilt your head when she says your name and narrow your eyes curiously.

     “Morning, Jen,” you say. It’d been a month and a half since you confessed, and still there was no answer. Not even a hint.

     “You need to stop,” Jennie ignores your outstretched hand and opens her locker.

     “Stop what?” You tilt your head, somewhat amused and exhale softly.

     “You know what I’m talking about,” the brunette slams the locker door shut and turns at you, eyes dark, wide and utterly serious. “This. This needs to stop.”

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you drawl and push the coffee into her free hand. “Drink up, baby girl. Or else you’re going to fall asleep in class and get left behind. You don’t want that.”

     You grab her books with an ease that comes with time and slip your arm through hers. She shrugs you off and glares at you. “Don’t call me that,” she hisses, expression darkening.

     You raise your arms in a gesture of surrender, still carrying her books and flash her a small smile. “Okay. That’s cool. But I know you haven’t gotten your daily dose of caffeine yet, so drink up. And do it quickly because class is in two minutes.”

     Jennie glowers at you but drinks the coffee anyways and allows you to accompany her to class without another word. You set her books down on her desk and high five Jisoo whilst simultaneously doing your handshake with Lisa.

     “‘Sup guys,” you grin, hoisting yourself onto Jisoo’s desk. She hits your arm with a water bottle.

     “Ow!” You turn to see her stick her tongue out at you, and you flip her off whilst rolling your eyes. Jisoo just smirks at you.

     “So, how was your day, Y/N? Jendeuk give you any trouble?”

     “No more than usual,” you answer, glancing at the brunette out of the corner of your eye. She’s ignoring you studiously, head buried in her notes and you let out a sigh. Jennie always does this: she’ll ignore you for now, then when you appear to walk her to her next class, she’s chattering and smiling at you like nothing had ever happened. You two were still best friends, even if you also acted like her one-sided girlfriend.

     “I see,” Lisa nods and the two of them gives you sympathetic glances. You lift your shoulder in a shrug. Jennie will come around sooner or later, but you’re beginning to think, with each passing day, that it’s going to be the latter. 

      Just as that thought crosses your mind, the bell rings, startling you so much that you leap off the desk, nearly stumbling.

     “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna be late. See you guys later!” You grab your stuff, wave at your friends as they bid you farewell and a lot of other things that you’d prefer not to mention and you ruffle Jennie’s hair as you rush past, ignoring her threats and protests.

     Jennie lets out a sigh as Y/N rushes out of the classroom and she turns to Jisoo and Lisa. “Guys, help me out. She won’t listen. It’s getting annoying.”

     “Personally, I think it’s cute,” Lisa comments, grabbing her pen. “You don’t find someone like that just anywhere, Jen.”

     Jisoo nods in agreement. “It’s really sweet. I mean, you get free coffee, free ice cream, free ‘person who protects you and walks you everywhere and keeps you company’ and the prettiest, cleverest girl in school. What more do you want?”

     “For her to stop?” Jennie runs a hand through her hair and groans, leaning backwards on her chair. “I don’t like this. It’s just...weird.”

     The two of them lean forward, eyes wide. “What weird? Weird what? That it’s a girl who likes you?”

     “I didn’t mark you as that kind of girl, deuk,” Jisoo says, almost disappointed.

     “No, no, no, who do you think I am?” Jennie glares at the two of them. “I knew she liked girls long before this, that’s totally fine, but it’s just-”

     “Just what?” The teacher’s voice rings sharply across the classroom, and the three girls look away almost instantaneously.

     “Nothing.”

     The teacher grumbles something incoherent, shoots them a suspicious glare and turns away, reaching to write something on the board. 

      Jennie mutters under her breath and turns to a new page in her notebook. She’ll think about what to do with Y/N later. After class. 

      A moment later, Lisa glances around and when the teacher’s back is turned, leans over and whispers, “but, you know,  for the record, if you don’t want to date Y/N, I would personally love to. So, just tell me, yeah?”

     Jennie doesn’t know why she immediately turns to glower at Lisa, nor does she understand the sudden rush of fury, or the urge to slam her friend’s face into the desk multiple times until her face is no longer recognisable. She doesn’t understand the knowing look that flickers across Lisa’s face, or why Jisoo mouths ‘I knew it’ to Lisa, the two of them smirking in that way, that triumphant way that Jennie hates the most. Like they know something she doesn’t.

     Jennie loathes not knowing things and she grits her teeth, resisting the urge to flip them off if only because the teacher is now shooting her murderous glances. As if this is all her fault.

      Three months after the confession, Jennie had yet to give Y/N an answer.

     You’re growing more and more anxious and, frankly, annoyed with each passing day but you keep up with the routine even when the brunette pushes and shoves you away, insisting that she doesn’t need it. You keep it at it with a dogged sort of determination, but it appears that Jen has no intention on answering your question.

     One day, you decide that you had enough. You were just tired. Maybe it was time to acknowledge that Jen wasn’t ever going to answer you. That she was just trying to reject you nicely.

    You drop her off at her house the night before with a smile and a milk-flavoured ice cream. You two had been talking for hours and neither of you wanted to leave the other’s company, but the sky was darkening rapidly and both of you needed to get home. 

    She’s still your best friend, and she still acts like your best friend even with your ‘irritating routine’ and you know, with a sudden clench of your heart, that you’re going to miss her like crazy.

     The next morning, you don’t buy her coffee, don’t wait for her by her locker, don’t carry her books and you only stop briefly by her class to talk. You act as if nothing has changed even though Jisoo and Lisa clearly know that you haven’t done your usual routine today. Jennie talks to you like nothing’s different, and you do the same, but your answers are shorter, your expression distant and your gestures absent of their usual affection. You suppose that you could just act like you were her best friend, the best friend you were before all the confessing but you knew that you would never get over her that way. You had to detach yourself. This was the only way.

     Jennie doesn’t really know how she feels about this. You didn’t tell her what you were going to do, but she knew. She could see. She could infer.

     You don’t ruffle Jennie’s hair when the bell rings and you run out of the classroom, hair in a mess. In fact, you barely acknowledge her. You’re tired, you realise suddenly and you need a break. You need to get over her before you can be on best friend terms again.

     You don’t walk her to her classes, or meet her for lunch. In fact, whenever she sees you and waves at you, you appear not to have seen her and turn away, talking to someone else. It hurts you but you ignore the pain in your chest. It’s time to get over her, and you know it. It just took three months for you to realise and take action.

     That day, Jennie had practice, but you didn’t stay. You leave immediately when school ends, hood over your head, hands in your pockets.

      Late in the afternoon, Jennie walks out of the school gates and glances around, almost as if she’s looking for someone. She doesn’t find anyone, however, and unknowingly her shoulders slump.

      Jen sucks in a deep breath before slinging her bags over her shoulders - how long had it been since she had to hold all of her bags by herself? - and trudges forward, beginning the long, silent and surprisingly lonely walk back home.

     The next day, the same thing happens. You don’t appear by Jennie’s locker, you don’t walk her to class and when she talks to you, you answer in a somewhat distant and detached manner. She sees much less of you around.

      At first, Jennie tells herself that she’s supposed to be happy. You’re finally leaving her alone and giving her what she wants. She should rejoice in this fact and enjoy it - this newfound freedom - but instead she finds herself suddenly silent. It feels as if something’s something missing. 

      Jisoo and Lisa shoot her knowing glances.

     On the third day, Jennie buys her own coffee and walks over to her locker, half expecting to see you in your usual attire of t-shirt and jeans, holding a cup of coffee while that familiar and endearing smile adorns your face. You weren’t there, of course, and Jennie tries to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.

     It’s okay, she tells herself. This is what she wants, this is what you need, what you both need. This is good.

     But it doesn’t feel good. It feels like she’d just lost something inherently important to her.   

     Jennie shakes her head impatiently, grabs her books and slams the locker door shut.

     When she arrives at the classroom and dumps the books on her desk, you meet her gaze. You had been sitting on Lisa’s desk, - you tend to switch between Jisoo and Lisa, you didn’t sit on hers anymore, she realises - quietly chatting with them. 

      When she’d walks in, the chatter between the three of you quietens and you glance at her, if only briefly. You look tired, Jennie observes, your eyes, usually filled with impish mischievousness and sarcastic delight are guarded and wary and the smile you offer her is not the usual languid, lazy, crooked one that she loves, no, was familiar with, but a rather, tight-lipped, exceptionally brief thing that barely even resembles a smile.

     “Y/N,” Jennie greets, giving you a hesitant smile. “Hi.”

     You look at her, a flicker of surprise passing through your eyes and you nod slightly. “Hi, Jennie.”

     Jennie swallows. Jennie is her name, but it doesn’t really feel as right as it did when you call her Jendeukie, or deuk, or Jen, or even, god forbid, onion girl. She likes it better when you grin and ruffle her hair and say ‘hey, deukie,’ and smile that smile of yours, rather than, well, whatever this is.

     But Jennie doesn’t say any of this. Instead, she sits down silently and takes out her notebook.

     “I gotta go, or I’ll be late. I’ll see you guys later.” You leap of the desk, collect your things and leave after a quick wave of goodbye. It’ll be another five minutes before the bell rings. You leave five minutes too early.

     Jennie’s gaze follows you and the moment you’re out of the door, Jisoo taps her on the shoulder.

      “What?” Jennie is in no mood for Jisoo’s jokes, but her friend looks serious and she inclines her head towards the door you’d just walked out of.

     “Just tell her, Jennie,” Jisoo says.

     “Tell her what?”

     Lisa looks at her in that ‘please, drop that act’ manner. “That you miss her. That you like it when she does things like wait for you by her locker and get you coffee. That, god forbid, you like her.”

     “I don’t, though.”

     They shake their heads, roll their eyes and drop the topic. Jennie looks away, her chin resting on her arms. She misses you, she realises suddenly but that thought scares her so much she pushes it away almost instantly.

     Jennie is in the same class as you’re in for Chemistry. Usually, you sit alone in the back near the window and the seat beside you is empty, and usually, Jennie sits next to you when you need to partner up. Otherwise, the seat is empty. You told her in the beginning of term that you liked having two seats to yourself, and that it’s totally fine for Jennie to sit somewhere else. It was true, to be honest. Two seats meant more place for your stuff, and less idiotic chatter.

     It’s the first Chemistry class since you stopped your usual routine and Jen still isn’t completely sure what she’s going to do. She doesn’t have to make the choice, however, because there’s someone sitting next to you in that sacred seat of yours, and you’re smiling your smile at her - the lopsided, lazy smile - and that girl is smiling at you, and she’s touching your arm and you’re laughing and suddenly Jennie’s overwhelmed with some strange emotion. She wants to jerk that girl away from you and beat her into a pulp.

     “Heyy, Jen, you okay?” Jungkook glances at her from his seat, his eyes concerned and she jerks her gaze away from you, offering him a nod. She senses that her muscles are tense and coiled up beneath her skin, as if her body is readying itself up to pounce and kill.

     Jennie looks away, rolls her shoulder and stretches. “Hey, do you mind if I sit here?”

     Jungkook stares at her for a moment, somewhat surprised, then he shrugs. “Sure, why not? Taehyung dropped Chemistry, anyway, so this seat’s empty.”

     Jennie drops her bag and sits down, but her gaze can’t help but wander back to where you are. The girl’s hand is on top of yours now, and you two are too close for her liking. You’re also laughing too much, and, oh my god, the girl’s fingers are slipping through yours and all you’re doing is laughing.

     Jungkook follows her gaze and smiles knowingly. “Trouble in paradise?”

     “No,” Jennie answers much too quickly, and Jungkook’s knowing smile only widens. “We’re not-she’s not my girlfriend. We’re not dating. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter, Kook.”

     Jungkook just shakes his head. “Yeah, sure.”

     Jennie doesn’t bother saying anything else. There’s no point arguing. Instead, she looks back at the two of you. Your fingers are still intertwined and damn, that smile. Who the hell is that girl anyways?

     “She’s the new transfer student,” Jungkook says as if he’d just read Jennie’s mind. “Her name is Rosé.”

     “Rosé...” Jennie tries to sneer but she can’t, not really, because Rosé is a pretty name. Much prettier than Jennie.

     Jungkook shrugs. “It’s a pretty name.”

     “No, it’s not.” Jennie turns away sharply as you look up, your attention leaving Rosé’s for a second as it wanders over to her.

     Jungkook looks up to meet your eyes and he grins widely. “Definitely trouble in paradise.” 

     Jennie doesn’t bother answering. She doesn’t even bother looking as her fist connects with Jungkook’s shoulder and a grunt of pain slips from between his lips. If he wants to keep living, he better keep his mouth shut.

      It doesn’t help that during the whole Chemistry class, the two of you seem to be enjoying yourself way too much. You’re laughing and smiling and the girl’s touching, and god, Jennie really wants to march over and tear you two apart.

      She barely manages to resist the urge.

      When class ended, she slings her bag over her shoulder and approaches the two of you, forcing a smile onto her face. “Hi, I’ve never seen you around before.” Jennie sticks out her hand, ignoring the flicker of surprise that flits briefly across your countenance.

     Rosé looks at the outstretched hand and shakes it, a sweet smile adorning her lips. “I just transferred over,” she says. “I’m Rosé. Nice to meet you….?”

     You jerk yourself out of your stupor and step forward. “This is Jennie,” you introduce, patting Jen’s shoulder lightly. It’s the first time you’ve touched her since you stopped with the routine and Jen realises, god, she misses your touch. “She’s a good friend of mine.”

     Good friend? Good friend?

     Jennie accepts that title anyhow and nods. “Yeah, we’ve known each other for ages.”

     You lift a shoulder in a shrug, but say nothing. Rosé glances between you two, then smiles softly, almost knowingly. “Y/N has been a great help to me today. She’s really sweet. You’re lucky to have known her for so long.”

     Jennie grits her teeth as you grin at Rosé with that smile that she’d once thought was reserved only for her. “Aw,” you say in that way of yours. “You are so whipped, and we’ve literally just met.”

     You’re joking, but Jennie’s skin prickles and she eyes the two of you sharply.

     Wait. Does Rosé like girls?

     Rosé lets out a little laugh. “Hey, you’re a pretty girl so I think it’s alright.”

     Wait. What. The. Fuck.

     “Hey, so, um, Jennie, wanna join us for food at the coffee shop?” Rosé glances at her and smiles invitingly, “I’ll treat.” But all Jennie can think about is smashing her fucking pretty face against the wall and Jennie is not one to have violent thoughts about strangers. 

      Instead, she forces on a smile and shakes her head. “No, it’s fine.” It is not fine. You two were going to go to the coffee shop that only you and Jennie go to. It is most definitely not fine.

     “I have some stuff to do. You two enjoy yourself.”

     You look at her too, and this time, there’s something different because you wink and grin. “You enjoy yourself too, Jen,” you say with a knowing laugh. “Jungkook’s cute.”

     Jennie blinks and stares at you but you’ve looked away by then and you don’t see the look blank disbelief written all over her face.

     “Jungkook?” Rosé looks confused.

     You smile at her, placing an arm around her shoulder. “He’s a cute boy in our class. I’ll show you later. I’ll see you around, Jen.”

      Jennie suddenly wants to throw up. She also wants to punch things. Instead, all she does is nod, pull her cap down over her face, turn around and leave.

      She hurries home where she rushes up to her room and falls on her bed,and stares at the ceiling blankly.

     I can’t like her. I’m sure I don’t.

     But what’s this then?

     I don’t fucking know.

     You do. Just admit it, already. You’ve known for ages.

      Oh, god. 

      I like her.

     And god, Jennie doesn’t know what to do anymore, because there is no way you’ll take her back now, and she doesn’t know how to confess because you have someone else. Someone, she thinks with a bitter sigh, who’s probably better than her.

     The next day you weren’t by her locker, but she’d expected that. However, you weren’t even with Lisa and Jisoo in homeroom. That’s a first.

     Jennie glances around, obviously searching for someone. “Where is she?” she asks Lisa and Jisoo, her coffee abandoned on her desk.

     The two share a knowing look.

     “She talked to us by the lockers but she never came by,” Jisoo says, lifting a shoulder in a shrug.

     “What?” Jennie runs a hand through her hair. “But she always comes.”

      Lisa shakes her head. “Not today.”

     “It’s in the past, deuk,” Jisoo adds. Then, because she knows Jennie inside out, she smirks and says, “Rosé is a pretty nice girl, isn’t she?”

     Jennie scowls almost immediately, wordlessly sliding into her seat. That’s it. She was not talking to the two of them for the entirety of today.

     The day passes by too slowly for Jennie’s liking, especially double Chemistry.

      Throwing her bag down, she sits beside Jungkook. You and Rosé are already there, flirting your arses off.

     “Careful, Jen,” Jungkook is smiling again. “You’re beginning to look a little jealous.”

     “Shut it, Jeon,” Jennie throws him a warning glance and Jungkook looks away, clearly remembering her punch. He’s still smiling though.

     “Maybe I should go sit by Jin, he won’t annoy me,” Jennie mutters, looking around for free spaces. Jungkook’s words are getting on her nerves, if only because they’re true. 

     “I would advise against it,” Jungkook says, somewhat amused as he tosses his head. “He has horrible dad jokes. And by horrible, I mean great.”

     Jennie eyes him, unimpressed. “You know that makes no sense, right?”

     He lifts a shoulder in a shrug.

     Jennie is too busy shoving him to notice you glancing over at her, a dark look crossing your countenance when you see her laughing with Jungkook. You grit your teeth and look away, and you just miss the way Jennie glances at you out of the corner of her eye, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.

     Rosé notices, however and when she looks at the two of you again, there is a spark of curiosity dancing in the pits of her eyes.

     “What should I do?”

     Jennie closes her eyes and exhales sharply. Jisoo and Lisa are with her in the ice cream store and the three of them are seated in the corner booth, nicely secluded and hidden from the entrance. Jisoo and Lisa are both enjoying their dessert, both shovelling spoonfuls down their mouths at record speed but Jennie’s beloved milk-flavoured one lies abandoned near the edge of the table, sweating and melting.

    “Go talk to her or something,” Lisa says, too absorbed in her ice cream to really comment on Jennie’s crisis at the the moment.

    “Wow,” Jennie deadpans. “Great advice, Lisa. Thanks, really.”

    “You’re welcome,” the maknae says absentmindedly.

     Jen rolls her eyes. “Jisoo?”

     Jisoo has a water bottle on her shoulder and Jennie rolls her eyes, reaching over to grab it.

     “Hey!”

     “Can we concentrate on my situation here?” Jennie sighs, but an exasperated smile touches her lips. “And anyways, that bottle was going to fall, Jisoo.”

     “It so wasn’t,” Jisoo mutters and takes a sip of her smoothie. “But talking to her sounds good. Just be yourself, and be genuine. Tell her upfront about your feelings, then beg for her to take you back.”

     “Beg? I don’t beg.”

     Lisa raises an eyebrow. “Then just go out with Jungkook.”

     “What? No!”

     Lisa sighs. “Look, that girl chased after you for three months and you did nothing. She gave you time, and you didn’t give her an answer. You even rejected her advances-”

     “I did not.”

     “Let me finish,” Lisa shakes her head. “You said what she was doing was annoying and wanted her to stop. Three months later, she stopped, and now you miss her. What does it look like? That you only want her around for her to keep you company? You need to beg her to take you back if you really want to go out with her. Or show her that you want more than just her free food and her acting like your personal one-sided girlfriend.”

    “Trouble in paradise?”

     The voice is eerily familiar and when Jennie looks up, she sees Jungkook and Taehyung, both sporting identical smirks with identical ice cream cones clutched tightly in their hands.

     “Oh, fuck off,” Jennie shoots them a threatening glare and her mouth opens, ready to take them both down a notch when-

     “Language, Jendeuk,” your voice rings out so suddenly that Jennie starts in her seat, nearly tipping her ice cream off the table. You catch it just in time however, and gently push it safely back onto the table. “Careful. You don’t want to drop your precious milk-flavoured ice cream, do you?”

     You smile at her and only then, does Jennie realise one, you said her nickname and secondly, Rosé is with you.

     Does that mean you no longer like her? That you’re over her?

     “You like milk-flavoured ice cream?”

     Jennie’s gaze lands Rosé and almost instantly, her face begins to morph into a sneer when you interrupt, a hand resting on Jennie’s shoulder. “Yeah,” you look at her and Jennie thinks she sees something like fondness in your eyes. You still look tired; there are eye bags under your eyes but you look better than you had a few days ago and Jennie, almost bitterly, wonders why. “It’s kind of cute,” you finish and your hand slips off her shoulder.

     You’re gone just like that and Jennie is left utterly confused. Lisa and Jisoo just sigh.

     “This was our place,” Jennie hisses lowly at Lisa and Jisoo when you and Rosé, smoothies in hand, finally step out of the store.

     “Was,” Jisoo says, back to balancing the bottle on her shoulder. “Now it’s theirs.”

     Lisa, almost knowingly, adds, “but they make a cute couple, don’t they?”

     “Yeah, right,” Jennie shoves a spoonful of ice cream violently into her mouth.

     The next day, you’re not in their homeroom again and when Jennie asks, Lisa and Jisoo just shrug and say you didn’t come.

    Jennie sees you in Chemistry with Rosé again and this time, when she sits down, Jungkook looks over at her immediately and leans closer to whisper almost conspiringly into her ear, “Okay, so to win your girlfriend back, here’s what you need to do-”

    Jennie shoves him away. “Don’t presume to tell me how to win a girl over,” she says, her face completely blank, utterly indifferent. “I’m pretty sure you haven’t even had a girlfriend yet. Or a boyfriend, for that matter.”

      “Ah, you wound me, Jennie Kim,” Jungkook shakes his head, hiding a smirk.

     “Good.” Jennie rolls her eyes and turns away, trying to block out your laughter.

    In fact, she tries to ignore you throughout the entire Chemistry lesson. She can’t ignore it anymore, however, when Chemistry is over and lunch break is starting. She shoves her books into her bag and hurries out of the classroom, trying not to look at Rosé’s arm around your shoulder. Keep going, keep going.

     The corridor is full of people, all surging out of individual classrooms, pushing and shoving as they each try to reach their destination as soon as possible.

    Jennie swears under her breath and flattens herself against the wall as a group of jocks surge past. God, how she hates-

     What.

     Rosé is smiling at you, your noses almost touching. You’re saying something, your lips curving upwards into that familiar lopsided smirk that Jennie loves so much and something inside her snaps.

     One minute Rosé’s in front of you, the next, she’s gone and in her place is Jennie, her expression burning with an emotion that you can’t quite recognise. There’s a fierceness in her eyes, however, that catches you off guard and your brows knit into a frown.

    “Wait, Jen-” you start.

     But Jennie doesn’t let you finish. Her hands are gripping your shoulder and all of a sudden, she’s shoving you hard against the row of lockers. A grunt slips from your lips as your back connects harshly with the wall, and a scowl is beginning to work its way onto your face. It freezes, however, when Jennie crashes onto you, searing your lips with an assaulting kiss - it’s fiery and quick, possessive and burning and your eyes slip shut, your mouth moving unbidden against hers. Just before you can deepen the kiss, however, Jennie jerks away.

     Your eyes flicker open, catching the satisfied smile on her face just before she turns away to face the gathered crowd.

     “Hello everyone,” Jennie drawls, slinging a possessive arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. You’re too stunned to protest and your body slides against her. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N.”

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[shawnskeds]

Blind Dating||Part Two {S.M}

requested// a part two to my imagine, Blind Dating

author’s note// literally all of my second parts suck maybe this one will make a difference ayo hope yalike!

masterlist || link to part one

You were in Shawn’s truck. Which felt weird, cause you never got into strange men’s cars. Of course, no one should do that, but this felt weird. And not the bad kind of weird that made you feel like you were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, the kind of weird that gave you butterflies. His hand was on your thigh, and that also felt weird. But again, the good kind of weird. The kind of weird that confused you, since you had never even liked anyone’s hands on your thigh before. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, which caused you to shift and that caused him to remove his hand from your leg. A pang of sadness washed over you, and you almost instantly pushed it away, mentally scolding yourself. 

He could do the same thing as the last one did. Don’t get too close. Don’t fall too deep. 

You picked up your phone from your back pocket. It was Joey. 

“Is that Joey or Leo?” He chuckled. His chuckle was absolutely beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve heard, next to his voice. You had stayed up hours the previous night listening to his covers and even some of his original songs. You weren’t even slightly surprised he was so famous. You stared at him, slightly creepily. But you really hadn’t gotten a chance to really take him in. And he was perfect. His jawline was glorious, but it wasn’t so sharp that he resembled a rat. (like some guys you had seem, i.e Jared from The Bachelor franchise) He was very handsome, but not so handsome that he looked like a Ken doll. He was lean, but he wasn’t super buff like a body builder. “Y/n?” He glances over at you for a moment, since it had been a good two minutes of complete silence, and you turned a bright shade of tomato red. Hoping to God that he didn’t notice your stalker like staring. 

“Oh, um, yeah. It was Joey.” You uttered, still praying that he didn’t notice, trying to mask any embarrassment. You didn’t do a very good job. 

“What did he say?” He chuckled again. 

Jesus, that laugh.  

You let out a little laugh.

“He just wanted to know where we are.” You quickly sent a message back to him.

“I said we were just driving around, getting to know one another.” You glanced over at Shawn and smiled. His hand went back to your thigh and your heart skipped a beat.

“Be sure to say thanks to Leo, I’m glad he set this up.” He didn’t have to look over at you for you to know he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin, and his hand tightened ever so slightly on your thigh.

“Yeah, and thanks to Joey for forcing me to leave the house.” You huffed jokingly. Shawn didn’t even titter.

“Why wouldn’t you leave the house?” You looked over at him, and he wasn’t even trying to push down that frown that was plastered across his face. You started to panic. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Your heart started beating so fast and loud, you were almost one hundred percent sure that Shawn could hear it.

“Um, I got out of a serious long term relationship recently, and Joey said it is time for me to um, yanno, get back out there. So he uh, called Leo to get us together I guess, before you um, go out on tour.” You stuttered, wringing your hands. He was probably about to take you home, not wanting to get involved with someone still seemed affected by a relationship.

“Yeah, I’m glad he did so! How did you know I was going on tour?” He raised an eyebrow as a thin grin appeared on his face. The weight that was on your shoulders only moments ago had almost completely vanished. He didn’t seem to mind. It made you kinda… happy?

“Joey said you most likely were, with that album coming out. Your EP was amazing by the way!” You complimented, putting your hand on top of his. There weren’t exactly sparks flying everywhere, but it felt so right. It felt like your hands belonged together. Your fingers wrapped around his palm as he loosened his grip just slightly on your leg.

“Thank you! Leo send me the link to your YouTube channel, so I watched a few of your films. They are absolutely amazing!” He beamed, and your heart melted. Your ex never watched one of your films. Even the one he was featured in.

“Really?” You unintentionally squeaked.

“Yeah! My favorite was the true crime one, that made a police station look like a reality TV show. I laughed so hard, it was hilarious!” He started laughing at the memory. That film was your favorite, you had hired some actual actors for that one, so you were proud of it. You even got your ex to watch the first five minutes of it, but he said it just wasn’t even funny.

“Really? Oh my God, thank you! That is probably my favorite one as well.” You chuckled, tightening your grip on his hand, which caused him to let go of your leg, but take hold of your hand, entwining your fingers. You skin felt buzzed, like you somehow got slightly high just off of his skin touching yours. Your entwined fingers lied in your lap, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t felt something feel more right than this did. “Maybe sometime you can be in one of my films.” You suggested. He looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Man, that’d be great.” He chuckled again.

God, that laugh of his.

“Maybe you’ll be the muse of one of my songs.” He looked over at you and winked. Your entire body melted into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You held back a grin that was so dangerously close to creeping across your face.

“Well, it is almost twelve in the morning, and I would hate to get you in trouble on our first date. How about I run you home.” He smiled, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing it. You thought you were about to go into cardiac arrest. He was doing small romantic things guys never ever did on first dates without ulterior motive.

“Yeah, but actually can you take me to Joey’s? I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going to sleepover at his house and tell him all about this.” You laughed, your cheeks turning into a blush.

“Ah, perfect! I actually know where that is!” He replied, taking a sharp turn. “It’s just around the corner, coincidentally.” He pulled his hand away, which cause another pang of sadness to enter your body, but you pushed it away.

Jesus Christ, Y/n. He has to drive.

“Ah, here we go.” He pulled into Joey’s driveway, and you were so glad that Leo’s car was not in the driveway. You had walked in on Leo and Joey once, which was one too many times.

“Thank you so much.” You grinned, clicking off your seat-belt. “You have my cell phone number, right?” You were hoping that was a good enough hint that said ‘call me.’

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He replied, grabbing onto your hand.

Mission accomplished.

“Okay um well, then I gue-” Shawn cut you off in the most amazing way you could’ve asked to be cut off in.

Shawn leaned in and kissed you. Again, you didn’t feel the sparks or fireworks, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that that was just for the movies and books. But it felt right. It felt perfect. It felt like your lips and his belonged together, and maybe they did. And you for sure felt incomplete when his lips left yours.

“I’ll um… Talk to you tomorrow.” You somehow stumbled out of the car, seemingly drunken just from Shawn’s lips. You managed to get yourself to Joey’s front door. The door was locked, so you knocked on it, lightly of course, hoping not to wake his parents. Thankfully, Joey opened up the front door, wearing Leo’s hockey sweatshirt and his own pajama pants.

“Hey, can I sleepover tonight?” You giggled, basically falling over in complete giddy lovestruckness.

“Come on in and spill the tea, love.”

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