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⋆🍨｡𖦹 °✩ ➛ The little Things

CEO!Max Verstappen x Fem!reader

Summary: Gestures that Max does for you.

Genre: Hardcore fluff cause why not

Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is definitely not proofread so... Hope you guys enjoy 🤞🏻

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Engraved Jewelries

"Oh my god Max! You seriously didn't have to" you beamed happily─ gently taking the small box from his hands and transferring it to yours.

You then rested the box to your lap and opened it at ease. As soon as you saw the content inside, you felt your whole body freeze for a second. Your eyes widened in disbelief and mouth slightly hung open from shock.

Max got you this diamond necklace. Real diamonds might i add, that had the two of your’s picture carved in it.

Your gaze shifted from the present and then to his standing figure─ only to see him have this satisfied smug look on his face.

It was another casual day so you didn't expect to be given such priceless gift. Max always does these things where he gives you expensive stuff without needing to have an occasion attached.

Most of the time he gives you jewelries that are somehow connected to him. It’s either bracelets that has his initials, rings with your carved nicknames, or earrings that has a small number on it. The number on his racing jacket of course.

For Max those expensive gifts that he had given you are just “small trinkets” to show everyone that you are his and only his.

The price doesn’t matter— nothing is expensive when it comes to spending things for his lady.

You settled the gift on the table and hurriedly went to him— hugging him tight as a sign of your appreciation and gratitude.

“Thank you so much love” you spoke. Slowly leaning in on him and closing the gap between you two.

Max leaned in and reciprocated your kiss, “Anything to make my girl happy.”

…

Leaves meeting early

It was a busy afternoon for max. He had a tons of meeting scheduled one after the other.

Right now, Max was currently in his fifth for the day.

He was bored and tired to say the least— seeing how his mind was occupied with nothing else but you. He wanted nothing more but to stay and lay down beside you.

As he stared off the distance, his phone suddenly rang out loud; causing his employees to stop mid conversation and shift their focus to the ringing.

Max took notice and grabbed his phone infront of him. He looked at the screen and saw your number calling. His once bored demeanor changed into an excited one.

One of the employees coughed making Max stare back at them. All their eyes fixiated on him.

Max quickly answered the call and put his phone near his ear. He then flickered his hands— signaling for them to continue.

“Hi pretty, how are you?” Max answered gently over the phone.

To which one of his employees heard and was shock as hell to hear something that his cold boss would never even dare mutter in their workplace.

You coughed over the other end with a hint of sniffle, “i am good baby, just caught a little cold.”

Max hurriedly asked you a bunch of questions— bombarding you with endless concerns that made your head throb a little.

…

After calling and talking back and forth for about 10 minutes; you answered back at him.

“It’s fine hon, i’ll be better in no time i promise. You should get back to work. Call you later okay? I love you” and with that, max ended the call, but not before saying i love you back.

He then took his attention back to the meeting at hand and swiftly corrected the position of his tie. “I think that would be all, let’s rain check this, shall we?”

His secretary was stunned and was quick to react, “but sir, we need to get this report done by tomorrow”

Max only rolled his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. “I have other important matters to attend to, you’ll just have to handle this one.”

The secretary was too afraid to answer back and just nodded in agreement.

He stood up and left the meeting room and drove over to your apartment— showering you with endless love and care.

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Knowing you well

It was your time of the month— your lower area hurts so bad that you had to compress your stomach with your pillow.

As if on cue; Max had held on a mini tray that has all the essentials you need. (Heating pad, sweets, and coffee).

“Here my love, put this there” max spoke— handing the hot compress over to you.

You then took it and smiled weekly at him; having no energy to move your whole body and reflex.

Max went over to your side and settled the tray to your side table. Then nestled between your pillows— snuggling you closer to him.

You let out a hum and scooted even closer, “Hmm thank you baby”

“Always here for you beautiful, by the way i have your favorite movie set up. Should i play it?”

You shook your head a no and just closed your eyes, “Maybe in a minute, i want to stay like this for a while.”

Max only snuggled closer in response— kissing your head to the side. Making the two of you as comfortable in each others embrace.

Even though max is cold and scary looking, you love this side of him that you can only see. How he makes you feel so special without him knowing. It’s just those little things that make you happy and content.

…

Thats all!! Hope you liked that guys. Sorry for not posting for a while, senior high made my life hell for the past few months. But i’ll be updating again!! 💕💕

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SUMMARY: April Fools Day Special with the JJK Men in Alternate universes! A/N: Happy April Fools everyone WARNINGS: None

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who casually tells you he'll give you a free temporary tattoo for "today's promotion for pretty girls", but when you get home and peel off the bandage he's written his number there

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who, once you've made it official, makes you both matching couple tattoos - not necessarily a heart and your initials, but rather the logo of the cafe you guys had your first date at stylized to become the both of you

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru whose customers ask him who the woman in his latest art selections are and it's you (he's not afraid to flex about it)

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who rarely had off days because that parlour was his life, but you breathed a new meaning to it and now he closes the store with the money he carefully stored over the months for a quick vacation with you

Tattoo artist! Geto Suguru who just has to look at all the photos or selfies or whatever it was that had caught your eye you constantly bombard his phone with to get inspiration for his next art. He's been called a king at what he does but you were a goddess of art itself.

***

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who spots you in the crowd as he drums, a surprised look in your eyes and upon your once irritated face at how your best friend had dragged you here as he stuns you with his skills

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who secretly hopes you would show up after the show for an autograph, who's over the moon when he discovers the person you're with has backstage passes, if only to meet his bandmate Geto

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who adds in smaller writing his number to the poster you ask him to sign, and in fact gives you an autographed Polaroid of himself for free and with a sly smile while the rest of his fan girls groaned in jealousy

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru whose first date with you is to a karaoke and teaches you drums, showering you with whatever you want with his money - that premium gelato? Sure! VIP room? Why not! Nothing but the best for the true idol in his eyes.

Guitarist! Gojo Satoru who from then on always dedicates his songs to a "my pretty muse" that no one knows, except he always engages in eye contact with you

***

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who smoothly, kindly comforts you when you start having doubts about your piercings, assuring you it would only hurt for a moment and he'd never dare to cause suffering to such an angel

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who claims it's a free gift but hands you a box of heart shaped earrings with his number scribbled inside and a nervous ask out to coffee sometime

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who's now the reason you somehow ended up with two more piercings at the top of your ears, him hopefully suggesting you could match with him

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who can't stop blabbering about his beautiful girl to his other customers, leaving them forgetting about the uncomfortable stings and wondering who such a beauty would be

Piercer! Yuta Okkutsu who gifts you the engagement present in the form of custom designed earrings with both your initials in it, be decked wth your favourite colored gem

***

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who, in his pining stage for you, started spaying a hell lot of red and hearts and Cupid's arrows into his artwork

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who had no idea you were a fan of his work...and was extremely flustered to find out you discovered his not so secret crush on you when you saw the love song quotes spray painted under a painting of someone who looked suspiciously too similar to you

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who helps you sneak out of your bedroom at night after throwing pebbles at your window and both of you run off on skateboards to colour the streets the same bright shades of your teenage love

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge who wasn't good at apologising after fights or misunderstandings, so he borrowed others' words to quote and paint somewhere he knew you'd see, with a bouquet of wildflowers left there if you did happen to actually see it in the flesh

Graffiti artist! Inumaki Toge whose biggest artwork was not the bridge he had covered with slogans last month but in fact, the gigantic canvas of you and him racing into the night with streaks of spray paint exploding behind you

***

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori, the self acclaimed "Myth Buster", who went around to various most haunted places in his hometown to explore and prove that in fact, ghosts DO NOT EXIST, which he kept trying to convince you, his skeptical one-man camera crew, of, although your ongoing bet was that if he could you'd give him a kiss

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who was often requested to do rituals or demon summons to provide evidence for his theories that "ghosts" were just people's imaginations being sparked up by even the most mundane of things by fear, but one of the reasons he really refused was because he didn't want anyone else butting on you and his time - besides, ain't no way was he using you as a sacrifice

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who finally works up the courage to confess that he wanted to take this friendship to higher levels ironically on Halloween...even more ironically after he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the haunted house screaming.

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who declared himself your lucky charm against the supernatural and promises that he'll protect you from whatever came from beyond the grave (he didn't believe it ghosts but sure did in protecting you) and used the excuse to stay over at your house at night

Ghost Hunter! Yuuji Itadori who tells you in the spookiest way possible to meet him at the latest haunted expedition, but when you get there it's all set up with fairy lights, a movie and a picnic to celebrate your one year anniversary as a couple

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Nora: How was your Valentine's Day?

Jaune: Um... Normal.

Nora: You didn't ask a girl out?

Jaune: No...

Nora: Why not?

Jaune: Because no one is interested in me?

Nora: What?! How is that possible?!

Jaune: Trust me, it is possible.

Nora: Not on my watch! *Leaves*

Jaune: Hey! Where are you going?! *Sighs* Whatever, it's not my problem.

The next day....

Jaune: *Reading a book*

*Ting!*

Jaune: Huh? *Checks his phone* An unknown message?

*Ting!* *Ting!* *Ting!*

Jaune: More?

*Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!Ting!*

Jaune: What the?

*TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!TING!*

Jaune: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

Momentas later

JNPR's Room

Nora: *Playing games on her phone while lying in bed*

Jaune: *Shows up* *Angry* What did you do?!

Nora: Do what?

Jaune: You know very well what I mean. What did you do?!

Nora: I seriously don't know what you're talking about.

Jaune: I'm talking about this!

Jaune shows his phone, still being bombarded by messages from unknown numbers.

Jaune: Why do I have a bunch of strangers asking me on a date?!

Nora: *Excited* Really?! That means that my post worked!

Jaune: *Confuse* What post?

Nora: This one!

She selects something on her phone and shows it to Jaune.

"Do you want a Man that has abs? Do you want a man that can cook? Do you want a man that is literally the dream house husband?! Well look no further.

Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc Family.

Let's talk about features: - Power: No - Money: No - A car: No - Great confidence: Nope... but he has a humongous dick that makes up for everything else.

Let me tell you a story. One day I entered the bathroom without checking to see if anyone was there using it. And when I did it, he poked my eye. "With what?" you might ask. I think we both already know answer to that.

You can present him to your parents, to your sibling who never stops bothering you that you are single and alone, to your weird creepy uncles, to your gossiping fat aunts, to your racist grandmother who no one dares to tell her to stop saying rude things, because for some reason everyone is afraid of her. And I can assure you that all of them will change their ways when they see what a good boy this man is. God damn it! Everyone will want to protect this golden retriever of a person!

Good boy Approved!!

Things this man is old enough to do: - Vote: Yes - Consent to Sex: Yes - Becoming Huntsmen: HE IS ALREADY A HUNTSMEN!

This man has history. He's seen some shit. He has done "things" for his friends. He has killed for his friends. He will not judge you like other people.

Interesting facts: - He is a good boy on the outside, but he is a beast on the inside~ *Wink* *Wink* - He is an Arc, so he is designed for breeding. - He holds the record for most boxes of cereal consumed in one day!

What more can you ask for?!

Look...

Let's face the facts. He may not be the most beautiful person in the world, but you aren't either (I mean that's why you're still single). So stop lying to yourself and stop lying to your mom about that "guy" you met at the supermarket. (We both know that's a lie). He may be too good for you, but he's really desperate. So send him a message and try your luck.

Jaune Arc 206-XXX-XXXX"

Nora: What do you think? Very cool, right?

Jaune:...

Jaune: Am I a joke to you?

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The appearance of that child is incredibly appropriate but I don't think OP meant it that way.

We're not so concerned with kids who don't look like that.

Pls, don't touch the hot stove, but pls do help manufacture consent for setting more foreign-type children on fire (perhaps with white phosphorus).

And I must remind you (I really must, because you keep trying to forget) Biden kept separating families at the border under Title 42 and existing laws, right up until those scary conservative courts made him stop. Last month, that second ruling happened last month. And you can still use suspected abuse, crime, or lack of a legal parent or guardian as an excuse, if you like. And it only applies for eight years! And in the spirit of bipartisan compromise, Biden and Congress are amenable to making Title 42-style "protections" more permanent. This is all academic, it's politics. We need to harm some more immigrants to free up more money for Ukraine's defense and the genocide in Palestine.

How many children are you willing to harm to feel safe? What if we promised you didn't have to look at them, except in photos, and you could always block them or scroll past and ignore them?

Moving the harm somewhere more distant so you don't have to deal with it is not actually harm reduction.

This little missive has strayed across the dash of someone who had a serious freakout upon finding out Trump managed to deport 1/3 as many immigrants as Obama in as many years. Because we don't actually like to do the math on "harm reduction" in real terms. The human mind, the human heart, recoils from it. Rightly so.

So how dare you try to box me into doing it again, forever if necessary?

Utilitarianism is bullshit and I do not endorse it, but if you were honestly asking me to vote for the least harm, you'd have to be all for it. Trump could pull off FIVE 9/11s on US soil and not measure up to the damage Biden has okayed in Palestine - but if the loud, orange fascist did that we might fucking well do something about him instead of letting damage that can be seen from space go on in the background while we gear up to blame voters for yet another disappointing election. What's the least harm there? Do you have a crystal ball for sorting through all the implications down the line? 'Cos you'd NEED one to be sure.

Lacking reliable intel from the future, I can't tell you who will kill more children in aggregate, Biden or Trump. Hell, I can't even tell you how many white, blond American children will suffer under each. I'm fairly confident neither old man will go out of his way to hurt them, however. Their parents vote.

I am confident in saying, if you're in a position to write off Palestine and the US border, neither Biden nor Trump will do you much harm. You might see some scary stuff on the news that hurts your feelings, like during the Trump administration, or either Bush. Maybe COVID or the next pandemic or some random violence will hurt you, either way, but it won't be likely. But if it's Biden, you'll be a little better able to disengage. Look, I spent most of my life disengaged like that, until the concentration camps for tots showed up in my neighbourhood. That tends to wake a person up. We jumped out of bed and ran screaming for Canada as fast as we could, but not everyone can.

And that is why I qualify these rants of mine: I am not telling you how to vote. You have to make your peace with what you're able to do in your own way - and please do something! Your civic responsibility does not end with voting! However, if you have to lie to yourself and to me, I will call you out, from now until forever.

Put it this way: If Trump were determined to pull off FIFTY 9/11s in the US in the event of a Biden victory, and you knew he was gonna do it, who gets your vote? Why? Which of your values did you shitcan to make that decision, your devotion to harm reduction or your allegiance to democracy? Why? DON'T TURN YOUR BRAIN OFF AND DISENGAGE. You are responding to these sorts of questions every time you cast a vote, it's just painful to think about them. Why is that?

I don't cave to threats and bullying. I used to. Now I don't, and I'm not looking to get involved in another abusive situation. I don't expect anyone reading to cave to threats or bullying either. So, though you may feel threatened and offended by my failure to buy this narrative, it is not my intent to MAKE you deal with four more years of Trump. I am not holding that over your head to control your behaviour (that's Biden). The US electoral system is quite able to serve you four more years of Trump without my help, and blaming me for its failings will not change that. It may also produce that Biden victory you want! Nobody knows yet!

But it won't produce a "win" for human rights or democracy or whatever thing you're pretending is worth setting children on fire. There is no winning condition here, there is only a new circumstance you'll have to take into account when trying to protect yourself and others. The only thing anyone has "won" in US politics in my lifetime is more money and power, and that's not for folks like me. (I don't even want that shit.) Everything else is about assigning the losses to people we're okay with losing.

Yes, if that kid knocks that pan off the stove, they will be hurt. But maybe their parents will learn a valuable damn lesson about child-proofing, adult supervision, and a toddler's inability to respond to complex verbal commands. Because it's not the toddler's fault, now, is it? The situation is such that, given the opportunity, that kid is gonna grab that pan. And maybe knocking a pan off the stove is less harm to the toddler than the neglect continuing until they run into traffic at age 5 and get creamed by a bus. (Or, in political terms, World War 3 - now with more bombs!) In either case, it would be inappropriate to dump boiling water on a different toddler in order to protect the one in the picture. Child endangerment is not a zero-sum game.

And harm reduction is not about choosing who to harm. Back off and think about where in the HECK you are coming from to see it that way.

[Pardon my typos. My eyes are fucky.]

We really need to start actively describing liberal bullshit like “you CAN'T touch the hot stove" as coercion and a threat.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒏 |@metrictita

"I will not be questioned!!" A black fedora with a white ribbon rests itself on top of a bed-razzled head of white hair. She steps out of the Police Box, but someone else following her shuts the door behind them. The Police Box has materialized against a wall. She seems harrumphed at amost likely valid questionthat was thrown her way, that she's frustrated she even has to answer: Howdarehe? How dare !? She lets out another harumph as she rests her hands on her coat lapels, their eyes bombarded by neon lights and alien visages that walk past the two. However, both of them were shocked at their location for very different reasons.

The Doctor is a sleepless entity, or at least, she doesn't need to sleep as much as someone else does. Said someone else is purposely ignoring sleep in favor of finding otherways to occupy his time, and whilst The Doctor is always turned off by his argumentative nature: She is happy to indulge her...needs. Said she needed to go outside or expel her energy. For an elderly lady such as herself, she sure does like to go out a lot. In this instance, two of their other shipmates are already asleep after a relatively exhausting adventure, and while The Doctor is also keen to relax as well... she finds herself in need of certain...supplements... in order to relax.

Observing the area around her, she answers the inquiry of their location with her usual nonsensical nature.

"Ah! Well! I may have gotten the store wrong, but it's still the right kind of shop..." She mumbles to herself, before locking the TARDIS door behind her and her accomplice for the evening. "You asked me where I get my..." She gives a side-eyed glare and a malicious giggle "...Remedies." She giggles out like a child who's saying their first curse word. It's almost strange to see a woman her age do such a ridiculous thing.

"Well! Follow me! And your question—where we are— will answer itself, my boy!"

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"-- Would you like to come window-watch with me, by any chance?" She appeared uncomfortable, plagued by sights and sensations he seemed unable to detect-- so very similarly to himself, yet simultaneously just as inarticulable. Oh, how he aches for her plight. SIGMA'S voice is a soft, gentle rumble, volume kept low in an attempt to avoid further agitating Spectre as he slips a gloved hand across her field of vision experimentally-- slowly, to avoid startlement, yet visible, to indicate his presence. "... It is getting late-- but we can look at the window in my room! It always has such a beautiful view-- would you like to come and see?" A moment of silence befalls them as he considers Spectre, giving her a concerned cock of his head. "... Are... you feeling all right? I-- I know it can be difficult to... experience... these sensations-- but I feel it is of some importance to... attempt finding ways of tuning out the static. You do not have to come if you do not want to. I, ah... I j-just understand how it feels to have these... signals, almost-- constantly filtering in, simply because you are now attuned to these unseen frequencies-- and I know how taxing it can be to endure them for hours on end without a proper distraction."

His words, his very presence, went unheeded for the longest duration, Spectre's attention overwhelmingly occupied otherwise by the barrage of sightsmellsoundtexture, bombarded by the otherworldly effects of her own anomaly. The sound of time sliding past, that cosmic hourglass that seem to burden every receptor. Neurons sparked with the thrum of it all, aglow in a vibrant blue hue if viewed beneath a magnet. A mad scientist's daydream, with the obedience to boot. Spectre's mind clutched onto these memories of the early days out, of the feeling of tools picking and prodding through the memories now tainted and gnarled in her mind. The sands of time were so loud, why were they so loud, why wouldn't they let her think, were they doing this on purpose - it's so loud, why is it so loud;

The mask did little to assuage the drowning sensation. Spectre made herself small, eyes jammed shut and hands clasped tightly over her ears, though all that did was make the thrum of blood through her head louder, her heart beating as one with the pulse of the earth, Schumann and her and Time, and everything else that dared to emit, transmit, or vibrate nearby creating another cacophony that grated on the senses - Spectre's fingers slipped from sanity once again and she gasped with the loss. Brown eyes flew open, startling despite Sigma's best efforts to notify her of his presence. Her chest heaved as her fingers finally sank into the runaway brain, slotting her sanity back into the cast and drawn boxes inside her skull, just where it should be.

A thrumming sensation began in her teeth, a typical side effect of such an episode. Spectre pretending that it was her insanity, locked in the cage of enamel and bone and fighting for escape. It wasn't as if Talon doctors cared about a little toothache, right?

She flinched when Sigma began speaking, prepared for the crash of waves against the seawall of insanity barely kept at bay. Instead, it was a soothing sound, frequencies slotting in perfect juxiposition and opposition to that that choked her. Sigma had clearly attempted to counteract the sensory strafe. He must know the battle she faced, the cacophony and bombardment that seemed to swell and choke every receptor; He must know the slightest countermeasures that would assist in lessening at least one snap of a synapse out of place.

Sigma's raised brow and concerned features swam in front of her face, a shimmering oasis being offered on a silver platter. Spectre narrowed her eyes, attempting to clear the wavering vision, before nodding slowly.

"S'loud today." Her voice grated over exposed nerves, revebrated in her head and Spectre winced again. Still, even the minor distraction was improving the barrage of her senses. Something about focusing on the here and now sensation of Sigma and their conversation soothed her raw senses. "Usually isn't this bad, something about today is loud." Her hands shook as she pulled them away from her face, allowing Sigma to start their journey to something quieter, gentler.

"Distraction would help." Came the soft confirmation as Spectre slipped to her feet and allowed Sigma to lead her from the room. "What - what can you see from your room? Mine doesn't have any windows, not yet, anyway. Once I'm cleared to be on my own, they said they'd move me to one with windows. I can't wait..."

Exhausted by the conversation and the day's ordeals, Spectre fell silent, and allowed Sigma to lead her to the temporary salvation from her ailment.

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JJ Maybank x reader

Based off the image below <3 (expect a hell of a lot more JJ bc I’ve just binged start to finish of OBX and I’m obsessed)

Along with the promise of no regrets for the summer, Eva had made herself a promise to capture as many photos from summer as they could on her moms old, slightly bust up film camera. Sure, she could buy a new one with the money saved from working at the wreck, hell if she was a kook she would’ve bought the most expensive one. But Eva was a Pogue through and through having been always taught ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ buying a new one didn’t even enter her mind.

The pictures didn’t have to be particularly pretty or perfect but more so capture the times that filled her with so much joy or peace that made her cheeks hurt or eyes crinkle. A snap here or there of John B and Sarah, a few of Kie while they messed around at work, Pope on their fishing trips and of course JJ. Just simply being JJ, she really didn’t have an excuse as to why there were more photos snapped of him than anyone, whether that was him on HMS Pogue, at a kegger, rolling and smoking a J or just being him. He was her favourite person to look at and to be with.

The Pogues were confused at first to the click they’d hear in the background until gradually they paid it no mind, glad to have someone capturing their youth. Even some of them started taking the odd photo with it.

“How many of those do you have now” Kie nodded to the roll of film she placed with the others, in a tattered shoebox kept at the chateau.

“3 or 4 I think…I got a bit snap happy” she shrugged guiltily.

“When’re we gonna see them?” Pope asked her, “I’m surprised you haven’t developed any yet”

“Soon…I’m just waiting to be paid and I probably will then. Shit ain’t cheap” she snorted pushing away the guilty feeling and checked her pockets cursing when she came up empty.

“Shit…I’d better get home, need to grab another roll before the sunset. I’m hoping it’s a good one” she smiled at them all going around and placing a kiss on each of their cheeks lingering on JJ’s and ignoring Sarah’s quirked brow as she pulled away.

“Hey! Wait up!” His voice sent shivers through her, “didn’t think you could get away that easy could you” he smirked wrapping an exposed arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side.

“J it’s a 10 minute walk, if that” she tried to reason giggling when he stumbled slightly.

“10 extra minutes with you” he shrugged as if it was nothing looking straight ahead, as if his words hadn’t caused her stomach to be bombarded with butterflies.

“Flirt” she nudged him, cursing herself for leaving the extra roll at home when she saw the way the sun hit his skin.

“For you? Always baby” he nudged her back and opened the chipped gate for her letting him lead her to her front door, house empty as usual.

“Well I’ll leave you-“ he rubbed his neck eyes darting round looking for some excuse to stay.

“Wanna watch it with me? The sunset?” She dared to ask noticing his hovering.

“Yes- I mean yeah” he tried to recover and she hid her smile looking down.

“Great…I’m just gonna grab us a drink and find some snacks to take. Will you grab my extra roll? It’s in a white box under my bed” she headed to the kitchen not thinking twice, completely overwhelmed at the joy in his eyes when she asked him to stay.

JJ headed to her room body on autopilot, gently pushing her door open and taking in the scent of her perfume that still lay in the air. Despite being in here multiple times before, his eyes always flitted around looking for any changes he may have missed, smiling at the sweatshirt thrown on her bed - his from their last beach outing a few weeks back. He’d told her to keep it but didn’t think she’d still be wearing it.

“What do you wanna eat and drink?” Her voice rang through the house snapping him out of it.

“I’m not fussy” he called back.

He knelt down reaching under her bed and pulled out the box she’d described, opening it to see at least 5 more new rolls of film. She wasn’t lying, her mom really had gone over the top for her birthday. Two envelopes sat amongst the rolls and his fingers itched to open them. She wouldn’t mind right? She’d asked him to go in this box. His brows furrowed as he lifted it out and opened the first envelope to find developed film photos. Sure, he could’ve been mistaken but then he saw the one he took of him with kie asleep in the background.

She’d gotten the photos developed despite claiming she hadn’t yet.

“Why would you lie” he murmured to himself flicking through the photos reminiscing the days before placing them back in the envelope.

“J!” She called and his body froze waiting to hear the creaking floorboards that never came, “I’m just gonna call my mom and tell her we won’t be in for dinner”

“Okay!” He responded smiling at we, he waited till he heard her voice on the phone and picked up the second envelope.

His heart pounded as he flicked through and his chest warmed so much so he placed his hand there as if to cool it. Picture after picture of him just existing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the feeling rushed through him, he knew he’d liked her but this that he was feeling was love. So intense and so strong that if he was stood it would’ve bought him to his knees.

“J, you ready?” Her voice came closer and he shoved the photos back in the box haphazardly wiping his face clean of any tears and standing with the roll of film in his hand.

“J?” She came to stand in the door trying to place the look in his eyes.

“Ready,” he smiled softly and stepped forward towards her, placing a kiss against her head out of the blue before leaving her stood there wide eyed, distracting her so much so that she almost missed the lid of the box not being on properly. Shaking her head, she quickly went to close the lid and her heart dropped into her stomach seeing all the photos of him laid out having obviously been looked at.

Well shit.

Kicking it back under she rushed to catch up with JJ who was already sat, shirtless, waiting on the beach, she sat next to him silently taking the film out of his hand as he offered it her and putting it in her camera; anything to occupy herself.

“Just waiting to be paid?” He broke the silence knocking his knee with hers.

“J…it’s not what it looks like” she couldn’t lose him.

“Oh really?” He tutted full of confidence. “Because to me it looked like the girl I was in love with had feelings for me too…my mistake” he smirked staring out at sea, seeing her head snap to his out of the corner of his eye.

“You..you love me?” She pointed to herself causing him to let out a laugh and turn to her teary eyed.

“I do” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, with all my heart if I’m being honest” he grinned feeling a weight off his chest.

“I love you so much” closed her eyes to stop her tears falling overcome with emotion, her breath caught when she felt his hand on her face turning her head towards him, their lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. Pulling apart they smiled at each other, JJ jumped up and pulled her up too into his arms practically spinning her in joy kissing her once again only stopping when her hands dropped from around his neck. Stepping back she picked up the camera laying on JJ’s T-shirt and turned it his way wanting to photograph this moment. The grin on his face with the sunset in the background, the feeling they both felt - all of it.

“God I love you” she couldn’t help slip out one more time as she looked through the viewfinder making him let out a laugh.

“I love you baby”

Click.

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Oh, Anna!

In which y/n is sweet as honey, and Harry is hopelessly in love with his best friend. -- 8.8k words <3

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“That was fucking awful!” Harry exclaims, mouth filled with popcorn.

“Shut up!” y/n cries, mouth open in offense, “You have no taste, The Princess Bride is beautiful!”

“It had no substance… do y’know what movie does, though?”

Y/n gives him a warning glance, “don’t you dare say it.”

“A film by my dear friend, Mr. Christopher Nolan, by the name of Dunkirk. Have you heard of it?”

She rolls her eyes at him, reaching forward to grab a slice of pizza from the half-empty box on the coffee table in front of them, “Aish, you’re such a narcissist Harry! It’s been three years and you still haven’t shut up about that!”

“Can you blame me? It was my cinematic debut!”

Harry had bombarded y/n with a bunch of texts, begging her to come over that night to watch a movie with him, with promises that he’d provide a large pizza and her favorite snacks if she’d bail on her other friends. If she’s being honest, she probably would’ve ditched her plans without the food bribery. Harry’s her best friend and she’d prefer his company over anyone else’s, no matter the occasion. But who was she to reject a free pizza?

“Whatever.” she huffs, “Westley isn’t in Dunkirk, so therefore, The Princess Bride is better.”

“But I’m in Dunkirk, so Dunkirk is better.” he rations, leaning over to y/n’s side of the couch and opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out a little bit to signal that he wants a bite of her pizza.

“Westley is more attractive,” she teases as she holds the slice up to his mouth, feeding him a bite.

An adorable giggle bubbles past her lips when he lets out an offended ‘hey!’, and Harry can’t help but stare at her in awe. He looks up at her with heart-eyes as she scrunches up her nose in amusement and throws her head back with laughter, and he’s so proud of himself for making her laugh. Because he really loves her laugh.

Well, he just loves her in general. How couldn’t he? She’s the sweetest girl he’s ever met.

Her heart is absolutely filled to the brim with love, and she goes around just radiating sunshine. She’s caring and compassionate, and she can brighten up anyone’s day with just a flash of her lovely smile.And it really doesn’t help that she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Not only does she have the prettiest laugh in the world, but she has the prettiest smile too -- the warmest smile that makes him feel all happy and fluffy inside. A positively contagious smile that he never wants to see leave her face, framed by the prettiest pair of lips he’s ever seen. He doesn’t know how they’re naturally so pink and plump and luscious, but he really wants to kiss them. Finds himself trying to inconspicuously stare at them whenever they’re out eating together, but always ends up getting caught when y/n asks him if she has crumbs on her mouth. He just shakes his head no, tells her that she’s a cute eater, and stares into her eyes instead. Because her eyes are also very pretty -- they’re warm and welcoming and they just engulf him in their rich pigment. He’d give anything to get her eyes to flutter shut, to press dainty little butterfly kisses across her skin, to shower her with words of adoration.

He loves her.

His heart flutters whenever he’s around her, chest pounding and eyes glowing every time he gets the chance to see her face. He wants nothing more than to give her the world and have the honor of calling her his girl.

But he’ll never tell her this.

No, no. He’s far too nervous for that, and he really doesn’t want to scare her away. She’s one of the few people that he’s 100% comfortable with being himself around. He doesn’t need to maintain a facade around her -- the facade of a cool, confident, always happy Harry that a lot of people expect him to be. She lets him bring down his walls and has been the shoulder he’s cried on multiple times. She lets him be free, and he’s confident in confiding in her. And he loves her for that.

But he’d rather pine for her and have her as his best friend than scare her away by telling her the truth.

So he refrains himself from leaning forward and kissing away the crumbs that litter her face. Stops himself from pulling her into his lap and smothering her with affection. Doesn’t lean in and whisper into her ear how much he loves her, how he’s been pining after her for what feels like an entire lifetime.

Instead he settles on tackling y/n, pinning her down underneath him and yelling out “Take it back!” as he digs his fingers into her sides. She squirms around as his fingers rake up and down her ribcage, squealing with joy and bursting with laughter. Her beautiful laughter.

This would be good enough for now.

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Harry remembers the first time he met y/n.

It was at their mutual friend Lily’s birthday party. Harry had been childhood friends with Lily and y/n had been her roommate in college, so naturally they had both been invited to the surprise party Lily’s girlfriend had set up.

He hadn’t necessarily planned to get drunk at this party... but after he was handed one too many of those really yummy fruity drinks, he was totally intoxicated. Not in the violent, vomiting everywhere kind of way, but more so in the clinging onto everyone he sees and not thinking before he speaks sort of way.

He’d accidentally ventured away from the safety of his friend group (after engaging in a fascinating conversation with the DJ about how to make a club remix out of a song like Rolling in the Deep), and was feeling a bit lost before his eyes landed on y/n, who for some reason just looked so kind and inviting. She had welcoming eyes and a sweet face, and just radiated this warm aura that drew Harry towards her. She was practically glowing in the dim room, and Harry swears that he saw a halo resting atop her head. She was angelic.

He really wasn’t able to control himself before he went over and plopped down next to her, exclaiming, “y’hair looks so soft!” and then proceeding to thread his fingers through it.

Y/n (being the sweet thing she is) gave him free range to her hair, letting him touch to his heart’s desire while she giggled, “Thank you honey, your hair s’really pretty too!”

His dimples popped out and he gave her a dopey smile when she called him honey, practically melting into her as he continued petting at her hair. It was soft, so soft -- like he was running his fingers through a million strands of silk thread. And she smelt like… like sugar cookies and honeycomb! If anything he should’ve been the one calling her honey!

“Can you help me find m’friends?” He had then asked with a drunk pout adorning his face, “I lost them n’I really wanna go home.” He described them as looking like Tarzan and Jane (Mitch and Sarah), which wasn’t all that helpful to y/n; so instead, she got Harry’s address from Lily and ordered him an uber home, riding with him to ensure he got there safely.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he called Lily up to 1) thank Lily and her girlfriend for hosting such a wonderful party and 2) ask her about the nice girl who had helped him get home safely. (Harry’s got a knack for remembering what happens when he’s drunk no matter how wasted he gets -- which can either be helpful or harmful for him. Harmful because he does some pretty embarrassing things when intoxicated that he wouldn’t mind forgetting, but helpful for moments like these. So he can remember pretty girls.)

He described her as this gorgeous girl with pretty eyes and soft hair that smelled just like honey, which Lily immediately recognized. “Oh! That’s y/n, she’s the absolute sweetest thing on this planet!”

And so he asked Lily for y/n’s number and sent her a nice text saying “Hi, y/n! Just wanted to thank you for taking me home last night, dunno where I would’ve woken up without you. - Harry” to which she sent back, “No problemo Harry, always waiting for my moment to be the knight in shining armour! Hope to catch up soon :D”

And sure enough, around two weeks later, Harry and y/n ran into each other again, this time at another get together hosted by Lily (neither of them knew that Lily was trying to set them up at the time). It was smaller than the birthday party this time around, with a population small enough to fit into a booth at the back of a toasty little pub -- albeit a very snug fit.

Harry sat next to Lily and across from y/n, and the small group conversed about everything and anything: their days, their jobs, the news, current events. He watched the way y/n’s mouth moved, the way she shaped her words and enunciated her sentences. Her cheeks were flushed and pressed upwards into a gorgeous smile, eyes glimmering with the yellow glow of the pub lighting. That was the first time she took his breath away.

Around an hour into their chatter and laughter (when y/n had started to feel a bit light headed from the stuffiness of the pub), Harry offered to step outside with her for a bit of fresh air. They easily fell into conversation as they walked to the end of the street and back, where Harry insisted upon getting her a pint of ice cream from a parlour right next door to the bar. And as they sat together on an outdoor bench, sharing spoonfuls of y/n’s raspberry ice cream, he got to know the sweet soul sitting next to him.

He’d taken a grand liking to her, and when she invited him to come over sometime next week to watch a movie they’d just been discussing, he accepted the offer in a heartbeat.

Admittedly... he was kind of expecting to be able to take things to the next level from there — maybe pull out a couple classic moves, shower her with sweet words. Hypnotize her with his boyish dimples, serenade her with his slow drawl, covertly brush his thighs against hers in a touch so light, so tender, that she’ll think she imagined it.

But when he showed up at her door and was ushered in by an adorably cozy y/n, he found that it just wasn’t the right time to make any moves. She was just too cute in her little slippers, nibbling on some crackers while watching the movie with wide eyes, that he didn’t have the heart to release the filth swarming his mind.

So he held back. Didn’t make any advances on that particular night. Told himself that he’d wait until they got to know each other a little better… which turned into telling himself that he’d wait until they got closer… which turned into him and y/n becoming best friends.

They’d simply gotten closer and closer with each other, with Harry somehow still not managing to confess his feelings. Admit that he has a rather large crush on y/n that’s growing larger and larger with each passing day. Or that he thinks that she’s the sweetest girl in the world, and that he’d do absolutely anything for her.

They just carry on as best friends. With y/n remaining painfully oblivious to Harry’s obvious growing affections for her.

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Harry’s quite fond of taking y/n out.

He loves the way she clings onto him when he takes her to a place she’s never been before, enjoys watching her eyes light up as she curiously explores each new location, and revels in the hugs and praises she gives him as thanks for taking her out. Tonight, he’s taken y/n to a cute indie gig at a bar right by his house; a nice treat for the both of them after making it through their hectic weeks. He bought her one of those really yummy fruity drinks that he’s so fond of, and watched as she unwinded, exchanging all the stress in her body with happiness and excitement for the show.

“Are you cold?” he asks as they wait for the show to start, “Can I get you anything? Do y’want another drink?”

She giggles at his concern for her and reassures him, “Harry! I promise I’m fine, really!”

The gig is very low key, with only about 50 people gathered in front of the stage -- but it makes it all the more so intimate. The lights are dimmed, a warm orangey hue washing over the band as they walk on stage, while a cool blue toned light reflects onto the audience. The scent of fried bar food mixes with a lingering trace of lavender air freshener to create the signature smell of a lively bar. The kind of lively bar that makes your cheeks tint pink and your stomach feel warm, and makes you want to cuddle up close to someone and sing along to whatever music that’s playing.

Harry wraps his arms around y/n and presses her back to his chest, and they sway along to the beat of the music. His chin rests on her shoulder, lips brushing against her ear as he mumbles the words of the song. The vibrations of his low voice travel from his chest to her body, igniting a spark of electricity that runs down y/n’s spine and tingles at her fingertips.

They’re hyper-aware of how close they are to each other. Harry can’t help but fixate on the way the curve of y/n’s bum brushes against his front or the way her hips fit perfectly into his palms; y/n can’t help but notice the way Harry’s solid chest feels pressed to her back, or the way his lips gently graze along her jawline as he sways behind her. They fit together so well.

They both hesitate to pull away when the set ends, desperate to maintain the intimacy of the moment. But when the lights turn back on and the crowd begins to disperse, y/n quietly turns around to face him, murmuring, “A refill sounds nice, don’t you think?”

Harry clears his throat and nods, leading y/n to a table near the back of the bar before heading over to order them two new drinks. As he waits for the bartender to make their drinks, he can’t help but notice a buff lad making his way towards the y/n, sitting down on the stool opposite her.

The guy -- with hair gelled up in an obnoxiously tall quiff and teeth bleached a blinding shade of white -- makes it clear that he’s approached y/n in hopes of taking her home when he offers to buy her a drink.

“Oh no, that’s alright,” she refuses him politely.

“Are you sure sweetheart?” y/n cringes at the pet name he calls her, “I can get you a quick drink here and take you back to mine. No need to be shy.”

The disgusting grin he’s giving her and his sleazy invitation to take her home for a quick, unsatisfying romp has y/n uncomfortably shifting in her seat, again declining his offer -- this time with a harsher tone and a hard glare.

Harry -- oblivious to the fact that the buff beach blonde’s advances were one sided (he could only see the back of y/n’s head) -- began to worry himself over the fact that the girl he was in love with was being hit on by another dude. The soft smile that had once adorned his face fades into a pout, and he can’t help but feel his heart drop to the floor. Was y/n going to end up going home with this dude? Would they develop a blossoming relationship? Would Harry never get the chance to admit that he’s hopelessly in love with y/n?

It’s only until y/n stands up with a resolute stance, and declares with a firm voice, “I’ll say it one last time. I’m not interested. Please leave me alone.” that Harry realizes that he wouldn’t have to worry about some Ken Doll stealing y/n away tonight.

“Everything alright?” he asks as y/n marches towards the bar, holding out her drink to her.

She graciously accepts the glass, flashing him a satisfied grin as she teases her bottom lip with the straw, “I handled it.”

“Atta girl,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. Could he love her any more? “Now finish your drink so we can get out of here.”

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It isn’t strange for Harry to show up at y/n’s apartment without any warning.

With Harry’s hectic pop star schedule, y/n had grown used to the spontaneous nature of his lifestyle -- in fact she had come to welcome it. That’s why whenever he sends her a random text in the middle of the night asking to hangout, she’s always quick to respond asking for a location. Or why when he has to cancel plans at the last minute, she doesn’t get huffy or upset about it, because she knows that half the time Harry has no control over it. And it’s why whenever he shows up at her door with a bag of food and in his pyjamas, she always welcomes him with an enthusiastic smile.

So it’s a bit of a surprise when Harry (fully equipped with a bag of burgers and fries) is greeted with a crying y/n, cheeks wet with tears and eyes glossed over.

“Oh, pet,” he murmurs as soon as he sees the tearful state she’s in, “What’s the matter?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead she moves forward to nuzzle her head into his chest, silently requesting that he embrace her, comfort her, help her forget everything going wrong in her life. The bag of food in Harry’s hand drops to the floor and he wraps his arms around her, resting his cheek atop her head as she sobs into his arms. Her shaking hands tightly wrap around Harry’s middle as she nestles her face in the crook of his neck, nimble fingers grasping onto the material on his back.

Harry can feel her tears soaking through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind it. No, he’s far more preoccupied with calming her down, pressing soft kisses to her hairline as he tenderly hushes her.

Her frame shakes as she takes stuttering breaths, sniffles and tearful hiccups heaving from her chest. She struggles to catch her breath as she releases heavy exhales, attempting to alleviate all her pent up frustration by releasing it through her tears. Harry sways the pair of them back and forth in a soothing manner, creating a gentle pattern as he reassures her, “it’s alright darling, just let it all out.” His fingers gingerly trace up and down the curve of her spine, and she lets herself be pacified by Harry’s slow rocking and the serene thumping of his heart.

They stay in this position until y/n loosens her grip on Harry’s waist, allowing him to pull back and cradle her face in his hands. He swipes his thumbs across her tear stained cheeks and swears that he can feel his heart break as a couple stray tears drop from her lashes when she blinks. “Do you want to talk about it?” he quietly asks, his deep voice breaking the silence between their bodies.

“Not yet,” she replies, voice barely above a whisper, “After we eat.”

He manages to let out a chuckle at the fact that she’d noticed the crumpled bag of food on the floor and allows her to grab his hand and lead him to the couch, perching herself on one side of the sofa and patting the seat next to her for Harry. As soon as he sits down, she digs into the bag of food, pulling out a burger for herself to satiate the grumbling in her tummy (stress makes y/n forget to eat sometimes, so this was actually her first proper meal in 8 hours).

All the while, Harry quietly watches her, observing her take a big bite and happily hum at the taste of the food. He stares at her wet eyelashes and tear stained face, the tip of her nose that’s been rubbed red and the strands of hair haphazardly escaping the bun on the top of her head. He notices that her eyes are lacking the usual happy glimmer they always hold, her dilated pupils instead reflecting a state of distress and exhaustion.

“Are y’gonna tell me what’s got you down now?” he asks as he pulls out a couple zucchini fries for himself.

“Nothing huge, I suppose,” she says, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a napkin, “just got a bit overwhelmed. I had my professor revise my essay today and she basically told me to rewrite it, n’then I got a really passive aggressive email from Rebecca about the group project we’re doing.” A crease forms between her brows and she pouts, “I think they want me to finish it by myself. Which is dumb because it’s a group project.”

“M’sorry love,” he murmurs sincerely, knowing how stressed she must be feeling. He knows that y/n often puts herself under a lot of pressure to be the best version of herself possible, and in the midst of it sometimes forgets to take care of herself. She might spend hours going above and beyond on her assignments and studying relentlessly, just to beat herself up over a single bad score. Or might stay up all night checking up on her friends, talking with them about their feelings to ensure that they’re doing okay, just to disregard her own feelings and mental health. She never considered how hard she works, how intelligent she is, how incredible she is -- she doesn’t give herself the credit she deserves. Harry thinks that she’s one of the strongest women he’s ever met, and wishes that she would just take a minute to step back and take care of herself.

But if she won’t take care of herself, then Harry will gladly take on that responsibility.

So he encourages her to finish the rest of her burger as he queues up one of her favorite movies (Pride and Prejudice (2005) because Keira Knightley can like… get it) and urges her to rest her feet on his lap. His fingers trace up and down her calves in a soothing manner, palms smoothing over the expanse of her legs in an effort to coax y/n into a state of peace while they watch the movie.

As she stares intently at the screen in front of them, Harry finds himself incapable of looking away from her. He watches the light of the television dance across her face, her eyes flickering attentively across the screen, mouth parted with pique. Her teeth unconsciously bite into her lower lip as she earnestly watches the film, inadvertently mouthing her favorite lines, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love- I love- I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

The light flickering in her eyes reflects the fresh set of tears pooling in her eyes. Her emotions, this time, weren’t stemming from a place of sorrow, but rather from a sense of deep adoration for the love portrayed in the film. She’s a sucker for a good romance movie.

As she sniffles and wipes away her tears, she turns her head to see Harry already looking at her, a soft smile on his face. “C’mere,” he whispers, opening his arms up for her. She promptly crawls into his lap, resting her head on his chest as Harry coddles her.

“It’s really sweet,” she sniffles, snuggling into his hold and resting her hands on Harry’s chest.

“It is,” he murmurs, gently petting at the back of her head as she nestles into his embrace. She’s submerged in his scent and engulfed by the warmth radiating off of him, her ear pressed to his chest that rises and falls with his breathing. The rhythmic beating of his heart acts as a lullaby for y/n as she quietly begins to nod off, eyelashes resting delicately upon her cheekbones and breathing steadying out.

Harry stills for a second to take in the intimacy of the moment. He feels her breaths against his neck, feels the rising and falling of her chest against his, feels her fingers unconsciously holding onto him as if she was making sure he wouldn’t leave her. Feels the ever growing warmth in his chest swell as y/n softly sniffles in her sleep, feels himself fall ever more deeply in love with her.

He hates to break her state of peacefulness, but he knows that she’d get a much better night's rest if she completed her proper night routine. So he softly brushes his lips against the shell of her ear and coos, “let's get you ready for bed darling.”

Y/n drowsily hums and lets herself be maneuvered by Harry, who hoists her up bridal style and shuffles the pair of them into the bathroom. He sits her down on the counter and opens the drawer with all her skin care products, firstly grabbing a makeup wipe and carefully swiping it across her face. Then, he wets his fingers and smears some of her face wash onto his hands, lathering it together before massaging it onto her face.

Y/n (with her eyes closed in bliss) softly smiles at Harry’s tenderness as he fondly takes care of her, pressing his product-covered fingers in circles along her cheekbones and swiping it along her forehead. He spends an extra couple of seconds rubbing her temples in a soothing manner, hoping to relieve her from any lingering stress, before playfulling smushing her cheeks together. She lets out a few of her sweet giggles at his actions and watches through sleepy eyes as he wets a towel and wipes her face clean (in upwards motions of course -- Harry’s watched y/n get ready for bed enough times to know even the slightest details of her routine).

He wets her toothbrush for her and places a dollop of toothpaste onto the bristles before urging it into her hold, quietly murmuring, “last step, pet, promise. Then we can get into bed.” Lazily, she stuffs the toothbrush into her mouth while Harry pulls out his own toothbrush from under the cabinet (the pink toothbrush that she’d gotten specifically for him so that it was easier for him to stay the night whenever he pleased), and together they brush their teeth, pulling silly faces at each other and cheekily poking at each other’s sides.

Finally, they make it into her bedroom. Harry strips down to his boxers as y/n unclasps her bra from underneath her shirt, both of them toppling onto her bed in a mess of tired limbs. Harry rearranges himself so that he’s flat on his back, arms outstretched in a position for y/n to wriggle into his hold. She rests her head on his shoulder and brings one of her legs to rest on his hip, whispering out a sleepy “g’night,” before she finally succumbs to the pulls of sleep.

As Harry himself begins to fall asleep, he feels y/n’s hand unconsciously come to rest on the center of his chest. The epicenter of his emotions, the focal point of his entire being -- where his heart lies. Even through the midst of their unconsciousness, the sweet girl resting in Harry’s arms is able to maintain the secret hold on his heart. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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When y/n blearly blinks her eyes open in the middle of the night, she finds that Harry (in true little spoon fashion) has shuffled down the bed and cuddled himself into her side. His parted lips release soft puffs of air and his cheek is smushed against her breast, legs intricately intertwined with hers and one arm firmly wrapped around her waist -- as if he’s ensuring that she stays close to him throughout the entire night.

She admires him for a second, pushing his disheveled curls out of his face to stare at his peaceful state. Then she promptly falls back asleep -- with Harry sleeping in her arms.

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Harry really fucked himself over when he encouraged y/n to let loose around him.

It’s not that he minds it! He loves the fact that they have such a good sense of familiarity in each other’s presence. Loves the fact that she’s entirely comfortable with him and that she treats his home like her own. The only issue is how it makes it that much more difficult for him to contain his feelings for her.

They’ve just come home after grabbing dinner together (at one of those automated sushi restaurants where the sushi is delivered on a conveyor belt, which y/n appropriately calls roller coaster sushi), when y/n asks, “Can I take a shower here? M’hair feels yucky.”

“Of course,” he quips, opening the door for her, “Y’have any clothes with you?”

“No!” she calls out behind her while running towards his shower, “but you do!”

She’s so fucking cute.

It’s when she comes back in one of his thin t-shirts and a pair of his boxers that things get really hard for Harry. You know. Hard.

The sight of her in his clothes -- with her soft nipples pebbled underneath his cotton t-shirt and his boxers hugging the curves of her hips -- makes his cock budge up a bit and blurt out a bead of precum. It’s the fastest he’s ever gotten hard. Just one fucking look at her and his prick had plumped up, creating an obvious bulge underneath his trousers.

He doesn’t know if it would be more appropriate to just pretend like the stiffy isn’t there and sit next to her for the entire night with a raging hard on, or if he should go to the bathroom and sort himself out… but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on it before y/n plops down right next to him. She reaches for the blanket splayed across his lap (effectively shielding his dick from her), but he scrambles to stop her, yelping out “no!” and yanking the edge of the blanket out of her grip.

“Oi! What’re you being weird for Harry, you’re always up for a cuddle?” she asks, crinkling her eyebrows together and pouting her lips at his rejection.

Fuck, her lips. Did she have to pout them like that? Press them out and tempt him with their plumpness? Show off the slickness coating them? It’s like she’s trying to make him explode. He’s getting more and more flustered with each passing second, sweat beading on his forehead from the arousement that’s building up and ears tinting pink at the impending embarrassment he’s about to face.

“Harry? You look all flushed, are y’feeling well?” she questions again, pressing her cool hand to his forehead. She’s so fucking cute!

He tilts his head back and clenches his eyes shut at the sound of her sugary sweet voice, too embarrassed to maintain any eye contact with her. Every blink of her doe eyes makes his dick twitch, his cock blurting out drips of cum.

He’s so fucked.

Y/n only realizes what’s going on when she moves the blanket all the way off of his lap and swings her legs over his to examine his temperature. Only then does she notice the tent in his pants, his hard length brushing against her calf.

Oh. So that’s his issue.

“M’sorry!” he whines out, cheeks flushing a deep pink, “I tried to get it down but it won’t go away! I didn’t mean for it to happen, swear!”

She tuts at his defense, not even giving him a second to wallow in worry or embarrassment before she quickly consoles him, “Oh no, sweetheart it’s okay! It’s totally normal!”

“S’embarassing!” he mewls.

“No s’not, it happens to me all the time!” she reassures him, “The only difference is I don’t have a massive prick to let the entire world know I’m horny.”

As much as he appreciates her sympathy, he really didn’t need to hear that. He doesn’t need to think about her being horny, about her getting off. Doesn’t need to imagine her fingers being all wet, rubbing her clit until she cums. It just makes his cock even harder, the pressure becoming borderline painful. His mind is a spiral of dirty thoughts (did she just call his prick massive? Lorde help him.) and he’s trying really hard to just stop thinking at all, when y/n timidly asks, “Do you need any help?”

“Wha’?” he lifts his head dazedly, curls flopping atop his head as he looks at y/n with bleary eyes.

“I could… help you out. Only if you want!” Her cheeks flush and she nervously bites down on her lip, eyes flickering between Harry’s, and he can’t help but wonder how she manages to remain so fucking cute while she’s offering to give him a blowie.

“Oh- oh y/n please!” he whimpers out. He’s dreamt about y/n’s lips wrapped around his cock, about her fingers on his skin, about touching her body for what seems like forever. He sure as hell wasn’t going to pass this up. He loves her.

So y/n shuffles off the couch and sinks down onto the floor, spreading Harry’s thighs and perching herself up on her knees, face-to-face with his crotch. She palms the outline of his cock through his pants, running her fingers up the length of it and tracing her thumb along the tip.

“Oh no, sweetheart...” she murmurs, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one go, cock springing up to his abdomen, “You’re so hard!”

His cock, thick and heavy in her palm, has flushed a deep raspberry pink color, perfectly matching the shade of his pouty lips. Faint veins run along the sides of the shaft, precum leaking from his drippy tip onto the length of his prick. Y/n leans forward to lick up a trickle of cum that’s dribbled down the side of his shaft, pressing the broad of her tongue to the drop and gliding upwards before encasing his swollen tip in her mouth.

Her tongue lavishly swirls around his cockhead, gently tonguing at the slit in a way that has Harry’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. Her plump lips glisten as they lightly suck, wet from the fervor that had been smeared across his tip.

With her lips firmly wrapped around him, she slowly bobs her head down, loosening her jaw to fit as much of him as she can and wrapping her palm around what she can’t fit. She glides down, his tip hitting the back of her throat as she breathes deeply through her nose. Her throat constricts around him, tingles rushing up his spine, before she pulls back, pumping his cock as she catches her breath. She presses a soft kiss to his tip, before sponging even softer kisses down the length of his shaft, tongue teasingly darting out along the way.

Harry’s a moaning mess above her, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting back as her warm palm encases him and her plushy lips tease at the base of his prick. As one of her hands glides up and down his cock, the other moves to fondle his balls, swollen and begging for attention. She flicks her tongue at the dip of his balls and suckles at the curve of them, taking one into her mouth and lulling her tongue around it.

“When’s the last time someone got you off?” she asks, popping off to catch her breath.

His prick twitches at the sound of her voice. “S’been a while,” he groans.

She smiles softly at the pleasure filled expression on his face, the desperation lacing his voice, and murmurs, “well that just won’t do,” before flipping her hair out of her face and getting back to work.

She grazes her lips ever so slightly against his prick, warm breath cascading across his tip in a way that has dribbles of cum leaking out. She taps a finger at his tip to gather some of the milky substance and smears it around his smooth head, only to lean forward and lick it all up. Her tongue lulls around his tip and she hums at the taste of him on her tongue. She thinks he tastes wonderful, a bit salty and heady and a lot better than her last boyfriend (who honestly tasted kinda funky).

“Y’taste really nice,” she whispers.

God, Harry thinks, could she be anymore perfect? Here she was on her knees in front of him, blinking up at him with those adorable little eyes with her lips wrapped around his cock. The butterfly on his tummy dances around as the muscles of his abdomen twitch with every bob of y/n’s head. When his prick nudges against the side of her mouth he can’t help but involuntarily buck his hips up, desperately trying to maintain the pleasure coursing through his veins.

“Sorry, sorry!” he yelps out, knowing that she probably hadn’t expected him to thrust up like that. But the feeling of Harry stuffing her mouth full of his cock was something y/n rather enjoyed. So she halts the moving of her head and squeezes at Harry’s thigh to give him permission to use her in any way he wanted. She just wants to make him feel good.

His hand timidly comes up to thread his fingers through her hair and he looks down at y/n, mumbling out a confirmation, “are y’sure?” She only nods her head, lips still wrapped around the head of his cock, giving Harry permission to start fucking into her mouth. It’s timid at first, with Harry only pushing a quarter of his cock past her lips with each buck of his hips. But as he notices y/n’s endurance and her willingness to please, he picks up the pace, setting a steady rhythm for himself, his tip nudging at the back of y/n’s throat in a way that has her gagging for more.

Y/n’s hands grip onto his thighs to steady herself as he fucks her mouth, sinking her nails into the thick muscle there and dragging down, leaving harsh red scratch marks in their wake. Harry grunts at the sting of it and throws his head back, reveling in the erotic blend of pain and pleasure. His fingers grasp even tighter at y/n’s hair, tugging on it in a delicious way that has y/n moaning around his cock.

There’s a burn in her throat and her eyes are watering, but all y/n really can think about is Harry -- the way he tastes, the way he sounds, the way he feels in her mouth. She’s addicted to the taste of him on her tongue, to the whines leaving his lips, to the feeling of his fingers laced through her hair. He’s so intoxicating and she can’t get enough of him.

“Baby I- I think I’m gonna cum,” Harry whimpers. Y/n only grips his thighs harder at this, dragging her tongue at the underside of his cock and pursing her lips even tighter around him. It’s with three more staggering thrusts that Harry cums, spurting thick white streaks into y/n’s mouth that she easily swallows up.

Harry feels tingles all through his body, the hairs on the back of his neck rising and his spine shivering as his orgasm overtakes his entire body. His mind is filled with everything and nothing at the same time, the only thought running through his head being how hard he’s cumming and how much he loves y/n. His thighs tense underneath y/n’s palms and his jaw drops as he watches y/n take every last drop of cum he has to offer.

Y/n pulls off with a small gasp and gently runs her hand over his shaft to help him come down from his high. His body has gone limp, his arms and legs totally numb after such an intense high, and all he can seem to mumble out is repeated “thank you thank you thank you’s.” She tucks him back into his boxers and climbs up to straddle him, brushing his curls out of his face as she quietly shushes him.

“You’re okay honey, you’re good.” she murmurs, pressing kisses along his hairline and holding him to her chest. He grasps onto her, fingers digging into her plushy hips as he looks up at her through bleary eyes.

“Thank you,” he says one last time, earnestly looking into her eyes to convey his sincerity.

“Of course Harry.” she whispers, looking down at him with the same sincerity, “anytime.”

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Harry’s thinking about her right now.

He’s sitting alone in a bathroom stall at a fancy, high-end club, with a bunch of people waiting for him back at their table, and he’s still thinking about y/n.

Thinking about how much more fun he would be having if she were at this club with him right now. How she would’ve been able to help him unwind after having such a stressful week by poking jokes about the people around them, whispering how “that one has a stick up her ass” and how “the dude in the corner is probably trying to will down a massive stiffy, which is why he looks so constipated.”

He’d invited her! But she had a big chem test coming up in a couple of days that she needed to study for, and really couldn’t afford to mess up her sleeping schedule -- so she’d stayed home.

Of course he respects her studies and whatnot... but genuinely he would’ve been having such a better time if she was with him. He wants to be anywhere but here.

So he’s locked himself in a dingy bathroom stall to take a break from the people outside. Those people are the kind who expect far too much from Harry -- the kind who expect him to be happy 24/7 and who mainly converse with him because of his name and the fact that he’s rich and famous. And he’s aware of this. He knows that the conversations they’re engaging in are barely genuine, and that everyone at that table is trying really hard (too hard) to get on his good side. He knows.

The air around him is musky and is over-saturated in the scent of cheap air-freshener, and he can’t help but wish that he was smelling the sweet scent of y/n’s perfume instead. He’s tried to recreate the warm fuzzy feeling he gets when he’s around her by having a couple of drinks, but nothing was able to compare with the way she made his insides tingle. The way she could make his heart flutter just by saying his name. He thinks he would be able to find the fiery pits of hell tolerable, as long as she was by his side.

It might seem pathetic to others how attached he is to her, but he loves her.

He loves her, and he misses her, and he can’t stop thinking about her.

So he calls her.

It goes to voicemail (because it’s past midnight and y/n is already asleep), so he waits for the beep and leaves her a drunken message.

Then he goes out on the dance floor.

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Like almost everyone else, the first thing y/n does when she wakes up is check her phone. It’s a nasty habit that she’s tried to break for years, but every morning after shutting off her alarm, she can’t help but check what notifications she’d garnered over night.

This morning, she had five texts, one missed call, and one voicemail from Harry.

Knowing that Harry had been out drinking the night before, she listens to the voicemail first, expecting it to be a silly message from Drunk Harry.

“Hi y/n!” he says first, slurring together the consonants of her name and dragging out the vowels in an obvious drunk manner, “I miss you! I dunno where y’are right now... just know y’not with me.” She giggles at how clueless Drunk Harry is.

“I think you’re studying or something, n’I think that’s really admirable. I admire a lot of things about you... like y’hair, n’your smile, and y’laugh...”

He’s such a sap, she thinks, smiling ridiculously wide as he carries on through the voicemail.

“Gosh I reallyyy love your laugh baby… honestly I think I’m a bit in love with you! Just, like, in general! Like, I don’t want your sympathy but, you have nooo idea what you do to me y/n! I’m so bloody in love w’you!”

Oh. What?

There’s a bit of shuffling and fumbling behind the receiver, and what seems like a female voice calling out Harry’s name, before he drunkenly mumbles, “Oh, Anna’s knockin on m’stall door. I think they think I’ve passed out on the toilet seat.” there’s a bit more background noise, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow pretty girl! I love you!”

And then the voicemail’s over.

That was not the sweet and silly message she had been expecting from Drunk Harry. Him confessing his love for her? She had no idea that he felt that way… did he mean it?

She goes to the texts he sent her.

Yesterday, 11:42 pm - God, this party’s so boring.

Yesterday, 11:49 pm - Wish you were here :(

Today, 8:56 am - y/n, please, PLEASE, don’t listen to the voicemail I sent you last night.

Today, 8:56 am - I’m on my way to your house, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

Today, 8:57 am - Please, don’t.

A little bit late for that, she thinks. Not even a minute later someone’s violently knocking at her door, incessantly pounding until y/n opens it. Behind the door stands a frazzled Harry, holding a bag of muffins from their favorite bakery.

“Er- hi.” he says awkwardly, blinking at her and analyzing her body language to see if she knows anything. He holds the bag of muffins up, “brought us a snack.”

She steps aside from the entrance and watches as he goes straight to her living room, placing the baked goods on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch, running his fingers frustratedly through his hair.

When she sits down next to him, he timidly tilts his head in her direction and very quietly asks, “Have you- um- have you checked your phone this morning?”

With wide eyes she nods her head, and he curses under his breath, “And… you heard the voicemail?”

Again, she gives him a silent nod.

His eyes fall from hers onto the floor in front of him, where he’s nervously toeing at the carpet, and he drops his head into his hands. God, he’s so dumb! He really hadn’t meant for her to hear that... and for him to confess through a drunk voicemail? How pathetic could he get?

Y/n can feel the distress radiating off of him and scooches a bit closer, putting her hand on his back and rubbing wide circles to soothe him. She’s hesitant in addressing his voicemail, but she really can’t ignore it. “Was it true, Harry?”

Oh gosh. “I’m so sorry y/n, I hadn’t meant for you to hear that or know that it’s for you-”

She interrupts him, “But did you mean it? Do you love me?”

He doesn’t know what to tell her as she asks for the truth; all he can manage is a sheepish nod, his head still hanging in his hands.

If he had looked up, he would’ve seen y/n with the biggest grin on her face and a bright gleam in her eyes. She’s absolutely ecstatic! “Oh Harry, I do too! I love you!” she exclaims, hugging his back and resting her cheek against his slumped shoulders.

What?

He sits up straight, whipping his head in her direction with total adoration in his eyes. “Really?” he murmurs, a wide grin spreading on his face as he tries to control the explosions of joy erupting in his chest.

She nods at him with eager eyes, “have for a really long time.” She reckons she’s been in love with him since that night he got her a pint of raspberry ice cream. She’s in love with Harry.

She’s in love with his smile, the boyish grin he flashes her whenever they're out together. She’s in love with his laugh, the way his cheeks flush and he cackles out loud at even the dumbest jokes. She’s in love with his eyes, how they sparkle in the sunlight and gleam like emerald gems in the night.

Honestly, she’s surprised that Harry hadn’t caught onto her massive crush on him sooner. She often finds herself dreamily getting lost in his eyes, or staring at his lips for an unusually long amount of time. He’s the kindest, most genuine man y/n’s ever encountered in her life. He’s sweet and caring, funny and compassionate. He takes care of her when she fails to take care of herself, and for that she’s eternally grateful.

She loves him!

Harry really can’t believe it. She loves him! He spent all these months pining over her, fantasizing at the thought of those three words leaving her lips, and finally, finally she knows how he feels!

He swoops forward and plants a feverous kiss on her lips, one to make up for every moment he’d dreamt about kissing her and didn’t because he wasn’t brave enough. A kiss to convey every longing gaze he’d ever left on her lips, every dream he’d ever had about the way her mouth tasted.

His jaw flexes as he grasps her face between his hands, smiling into the kiss as he hums into her mouth. A hum that says, “I love you! And you love me! And I couldn’t be more happy to be kissing you right now!”

They pull away with a gasp, the both of them with swollen lips, blushing cheeks, and glimmering eyes, burning with the intense fire of love.

He pauses, then says, “you’re my best friend.” And they knew what it was.

They are in love.

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Saiki K. - A list of Never-Adapted Chapters

As stated, a list and briefkinda longsummery of the chapters never adapted into the anime. Only a few have good reasons aside from time though. (Also a list of reasons for anime only viewers to give the manga a read *cough*)

Warning: I spoil every single one of these chapters. So if you’re lazy and only want to read the non adapted chapters, go ahead and just read the chapter number/name, and avoid the summery. You will be missing a HUGE amount of unadapted scenes if you don’t read the whole manga though, which are present in nearly every chapter, adapted or not. They were likely cut for time like a lot of the chapters, but many add depth and important character development, and actually explain certain dynamics between characters present that were glossed over in the anime.

Reblogs appreciated...this took me so long qwq

Under the cut for sheer length

Chapter 0.1“Telepathy”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s telepathic abilities, and the plot revolves around him stopping his class from believing Nendo stole everybody's wallets.

Chapter 0.2“Telekinesis”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s telekinetic abilities, and the plot revolves around Nendo“saving” him from being bullied, and him realizing that Nendo actually isn’t a delinquent, and is a good friend. Interestingly, Saiki is able to hear Nendo’s thoughts during this chapter, in which he is internally telling Saiki to run away while he takes the attack from the bullies.

Chapter 0.4“Precognition”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s precognitive abilities (are you noticing a theme among the volume zero chapters?), and the plot revolves around him receiving a precognition about Nendo’s supposed funeral. Saiki follows Nendo around all day as they hang out in preparation of his date, and it’s (obviously) revealed the girl did it as a dare. Saiki uses his teleportation to apport a bowling ball Nendo had bought with the girl’s phone, and sends a message telling Nendo that she was simply busy and had to miss the date. The two go to Nendo’s house and it’s revealed the memorial was for Nendo’s already deceased dad, not him.

Chapter 0.5“Teleportation”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s ability to teleport/apport, and the plot revolves around Chouno attempting a magic show with a new assistant, after firing Ike-san (still homeless at the time) for making mistakes. His assistant, however, is purposely sabotaging him. Part way through, Ike-san shows up and thinks about how he should’ve been a better assistant, and his makeover is revealed. Near the end of the show a trick is attempted to where Chouno’s assistant is meant to teleport out of a box, but of course she does nothing. It is noticed that her and Ike-san have swapped places, due to Saiki apporting the two of them, and Chouno and Ike-san reunite.

Chapter 0.6“Clairvoyance”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s clairvoyant abilities, and the plot revolves around Kaido accidently spotting Saiki teleporting from a distance, and trying to find out who it was. Unfortunately, the drawing he is using to ask around for the“Trickster” looks nothing like Saiki. At the end of the chapter, Saiki appears before Kaido with the face of his crude drawing, and teleports out, to appease him. (Interesting tidbit about this chapter is that the mysterious stranger from the birthday arc appears in the class while Saiki uses his clairvoyance to watch Kaido. He also appears in the background of chapter 41 (the telepathy silencer movie chapter), but not in the anime equivalent.)

Chapter 0.7“Astral Projection”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s ability to astral project, and the plot revolves around Saiki using telekinesis to deflect a stray baseball from hitting him, but it instead hits Nendo, subsequently knocking him out right before he was due to play in a baseball game. Thus, Saiki uses astral projection to take over Nendo’s body and play in the baseball game for him.

Chapter 8“ Fighting for a RePSIval!”: Saiki and Nendo end up stopping a failing musician from jumping off a roof due to his enormous debt. Nendo gets the idea to help the man gain money by selling the CDS of his music he had ordered in bulk, which were the result of the debt, due to them not selling. He performs live in the park, and Saiki accidently uses his telepathy to project the song to everyone in the are, causing them to believe it became stuck in their heads due to how good it was.

Chapter 00“Special One-Shot: The DiPSIster of Psychic Saiki Kusuo”: This chapter falls in-between 8 and 9. It is a collection of oneshots set in a slightly different universe (likely a pilot or a very early storyline) in which it details information over several of Saiki’s powers, much like Volume 0.

Chapter 32“ExPSIbition! Jump Festa”: Saiki goes out to Jump Festa to purchase merchandise due to an errand from his mom. There he meets Kaido, and the whole chapter’s gag is subtle advertisement for Jump Festa. The pair run into a crying child, who had lost his mom. He smartly refuses to go with Kaido to a help desk due to stranger danger, but Kaido comes back in his cosplay and since the kid vaguely recognizes him after he“proves” he really is that character (with Saiki’s help), the kid is returned to his mom.

Chapter 73“PubliPSIzing the Popularity Contest Results!“: Saiki ends up in an alternate universe to where people’s popularity is shifted. (The chapter is based on the popularity poll that was held, hence that being the joke). Saiki is the most popular in this world, and he is bombarded with people until he hides away in the bathroom and transforms into Kuriko. This allows the original world’s Saiki to return, and he briefly explains why the world is this way, before sending Saiki, as Kuriko, back.

Chapter 88“Press Play! A "Making Of" PSItory”: Saiki finishes watching a movie, and he remarks about how he loved it due to the quality of the acting and would like to visit the place it was filmed. Shortly after, he teleports to the location while returning the movie. He then decides to use his psychometry to see how the movie was filmed, and slowly it is revealed that the actors themselves were quite bad, especially the child star who Saiki believed to be a very good actor. The reason the movie was so good is revealed to be because the scenes in the movie were filmed as a supposed to be“behind the scenes”, and those were put in place instead of the actual filmed scenes.

Chapter 95“The PSInnacle of the Golden Age of Heroes! A Fun Party Game”: Kaidou, Nendo, and Kuboyasu visit Saiki’s house the same day the game“J-Stars Victory Vs” was supposed to be arriving for him. A package arrives at the door, but instead of J-Stars, it is “C-Heroes Vale Tudo Battle”, a ripoff game by Saiki’s dad’s manga company. Kaido, Nendo, and Kuboyasu are all enamored by the game and reveal that they love Cognac, the magazine the game is for, and they all play the game. At the end of the chapter, the actual wanted game arrives, and the trio are just as excited and want to play that instead.

Chapter 102“The Achromatic InviPSIble Boy”: (My personal favorite chapter) Saiki turns himself invisible to avoid running into his friends on the way to school, and winds up inside an empty storage room in order to wait for his invisibility to wear off. Unfortunately, a group of girls decided to use this room to change due to the peeping tom that’s been rumored around the campus. He hides by gripping onto the ceiling and waiting for them to leave, but when his invisibility is about to wear off the girls have still not left. After some time spent dodging and hiding, the door is opened by Saiki, revealing the actual peeping tom. The girls chase after him and Saiki uses the opportunity to escape.

Chapter 118“The DiPSIster of the Rental Video Store”: Saiki, due to being bored, decides to go to a rental movie store to rent a movie to watch. Unfortunately, the current cashier is one that Saiki doesn’t favor very much, because she is high on his list for potential spoilers, but he remarks that at least the manager, a man who has seen nearly every movie, isn’t there. But (lmao), the manager switches positions with the cashier shortly after. Saiki then runs into Takahashi, who is purchasing pornography. In exchange for not telling the school about this, Saiki asks Takahashi to check out his movies for him. Takahashi gets caught like the dumbass he is and the plan is ruined.

Chapter 133“An ExPSIlent Wife and Mother!? Mom's Class Reunion”: Saiki starts the chapter off by explaining how his mother is scatterbrained, and showing examples of it. Kurumi than remarks that she is going to her class reunion, which is being held in the city near her this year instead of way out in the country, meaning she can attend. When she arrives she starts getting reintroduced to her classmates who she hasn’t seen in 20 years, and talking about how different they are. Only one of the attendees, however, is actually from her class, and he reveals that the whole event is a plan to get closer to Kurumi, in order to use her for her eldest son’s wealth. Saiki, who had come to watch after having a bad feeling about the event, follows him into the bathroom and threatens him to stay away from his mom. Before he can finish, Kurumi accidently stumbles into the men’s bathroom, and her former classmate claims that her youngest son had attacked him unprovoked. Kurumi attacks the man, claiming her son would never do such a thing.

Chapter 134“Kaidou and Kuboyasu's PSIpicions”: (The BEST Chapter) Kaidou andKuboyasu are talking near their lockers about how neither of them got any chocolate for valentines day, and the conversation strays off to talking about Hairo. The two remark that they never see him talking to or dating girls, despite his popularity, and joke that he must be gay. The two are later found following Hairo, and bring up incidents that add to their growing suspicion. They soon find Hairo talking to Nendo, and begging the latter to join his club, stating that it has to be him. The conversation is normal, but Kaidou and Kuboyasu keep mistaking parts of it as being dirty. They watch Nendo and Hairo have a sumo match, and confront him after it, stating that it’s fine if he his gay, they were just curious. Hairo laughs it off and says he isn’t, but after another risque seeming scene (including an omake where Hairo and Nendo remark about keeping their relationship secret and how Hairo is willing to come out for him 🤔 ) the duo agree to stop thinking about it.

Chapter 165“Train DiPSIster”: Saiki decides to take the train to a coffee shop 30 minutes away from his house instead of teleporting, claiming coffee jelly tastes much more satisfying if there is effort put into travelling there...though he does plan to teleport home. He explains how annoying train rides are for him, due to his telepathy, and how if someone playing music loudly is annoying for you, how much worse it is to listen everyone complain about said music. Over the course of the trip, Saiki begins to get anxious due to the crowds and his telepathy, and is relieved when several people get off. Unfortunately, he receives a precognition about the train stopping, and ends up saving a man from jumping in front of the train. Saiki winds up teleporting to the coffee shop.

Chapters 176 & 177“PSIolving the Biggest Riddle!”: Saiki shrinks himself to retrieve his mother’s wedding band that had fallen down a drain, and when he jumps down, he remarks that the sink had become essentially 80 meters tall due to his height. He lays down in his bed afterwards, deciding to take a nap while he returns to normal size. When he wakes up however, he is much taller than normal. Due to the fact his body keeps growing, to avoid destroying the house anymore, Saiki teleports away to an island to hide, but he realizes that he teleported to an island closer to land due to his height throwing off his teleport. He hides under the water to avoid being caught, but ends up having to teleport away to avoid being seen. He accidently ends up on land, and nearby is a tribe of people, who are speaking a strange language. Before they approach him, Saiki ducks into his shirt, remarking that he feels embarrassed and is at a loss. He ends up floating and crashes to the ground once he reaches a certain height. It eventually clicks and he returns home, normal size. He had realized that his growing and shrinking powers were the same, but growing happened slowly, and shrinking happened quickly, hence why he would return to normal size slowly. The cause of this issue? The off comment he made about the sink“Becoming 80 meters tall.”

Chapter 201“A Miraculous InvenPSIon”: Saiki notices his dad using a tablet and asks him what it his, to which Kunihara explains. Once he remembers he has work, Kunihara runs off, but not before offering his old tablet to Saiki, saying he can use it to read books and buy things. A little while later, Saiki is amazed by the tablet. He remarks about the shopping sites he an use to buy not only physical copies of books on, but digital ones as well. He keeps thinking about how amazing the online shopping sites and recommendations are, meanwhile he performs basically the same exact thing to his mom, when she requests he go out and buy groceries, as he instantly apports them for her, and also added foil because he had a precognition about her running out. While searching for appliances, he stumbles on the coffee jelly maker he owns, and finds out it has shitty reviews, but everyone recommends a newer model. He looks for the cheapest price of it, and finds an ad claiming to sell it for 100 yen. However, he falls for the trick of a ridiculous shipping fee, and his father laughs and remarks how just like his mother, he got scammed. Angry, Saiki teleports to the factory and threatens them into giving him the model for 100 yen, claiming that he doesn’t have to pay the shipping fee if he picks it up himself.

Chapter 229“No Need for Bath Salts! Taking a Dip in the PSIcret Hot Spring”: Saiki decides to take a visit to a secluded hot springs in the mountains to relax himself, but unfortunately two strangers decided to hike there at the very same time. He cannot just teleport or walk away, since he didn’t bring his clothes with him, having teleported there to begin with. To make them leave, he decides to heat the hot spring up, so that the two men get overheated and decic to leave. One of the men, however, decides to try and stay in the water that is slowly gaining heat, in order to outlast Saiki. The man eventually gets out and faints, and to avoid having to help them, Saiki feigns having fainted from the heat as well, causing the two men to leave on their own.

Chapter 243 ″Welcome to PSIberspace”: Saiki’s dad has a new VR headset, and while he has to leave for work he offers it to Saiki to play with. Saiki is enamored by the horror game his dad was playing, being that it’s able to surprise him. The jump scares, however, cause him to accidently use his telekinesis, which is actually blowing stuff up at his dad’s workplace, instead of his house.

Chapter 245 “Trending on a Streaming PSIte”: Kaidou, Nendo, Kuboyasu, and Saiki are all hanging out, and Kaidou mentions he has a camera and wants to become a youtuber (Yotubo-er is what it’s called). At a café, the group suggests video ideas, such as Teruhashi. In order to prevent this plan, however, Saiki uses telekinesis to stab french fries into their eyes when Teruhashi ends up walking by the café. On the walk home, however, Saiki receives a premonition about all the video ideas they suggested becoming popular, including one of him using his abilities on the french fries. He obtains the camera from Kaidou and deletes the footage, which had been recording due to the camera being on the entire time.

Chapter 255“APSIsting In Mediating A Long-Term Marriage!”: Saiki and his parents go to visit his grandparent’s, only to learn the pair is fighting, and his grandmother would like a divorce. The start of the entire fight is revealed to be because Kumagoro left the toilet seat up, and Kumi explains how she’s had to put the seat down for 40 years. The reason she was so adamant to divorce as well was because Kuusuke had pushed her to it. Kumi gets ready to leave the house, especially after Kumagoro purposely leaves the lid up one last time. Saiki stops her and tells her to put down the lid one more time, only for the words‘I’m Sorry’ to be written on it. The fight is resolved.

Chapter 264“Please Go Watch the Live ActPSIon Movie!”: A manga Saiki reads is getting a live action movie, and he is particularly upset about it. His dad happens to be the editor for the manga, and takes him to the filming set to change his mind. (By the way, this is the best chapter for showcasing Kunihara’s shittiness as a father. He physically attacks his son several times. Missing, of course, but he still actively attacks him. Kunihara is a horrible person, let alone father.) Saiki views the set and is perturbed by the actor choices, specifically Makoto as the lead character. He is even more upset to learn that the movie features an original character (like a badly written wattpad fanfiction), and that the end of the movie even features the death of the main character, and Kunihara explains that it differs from the manga greatly. He explains to his son that the changes make the movie better, and Saiki ends up agreeing after he winds up viewing the actual live-action movie.

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Loki x Reader - Married in Secret

Warnings: a lot of fluff, implied smut, more fluff Word Count: 3,1K Summary: After you and Loki get engaged, Odin is trying to make a huge wedding happen for you against your wishes. So you and Loki get married in secret. Loki has another surprise for the two of you... {there are a couple choices at the end for you to choose from!} Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write interactive fanfiction. Better start late than never, right? Please enjoy <3also pls don’t hate me for the vows, I did my best ok??

YOUR POV

Questions about the tiniest, most ridiculous things were bombarded at you from each direction as you walked in the palace,

“Do you want dark green or light green curtains in the ballroom?”

“We’ve already invited 500 people to the dinner party, can we stretch that to 600?”

“Should we pair the roses with orchids or gardenias?”

Ever since you and Loki had announced your engagement, Asgard had gone wild. The servants were tasked with making the most fantastic royal wedding, and it was getting exhausting. Loki hadn’t asked for this and neither had you. Odin was orchestrating it all, and it was definitely not from a good will.

The old man cared so much about appearance and he wanted to show the people what it meant to be royal. After all, Loki was a prince and you were about to become a princess. Odin wanted to put up a facade, and dare you say it seemed like he wanted to show that royalty was much better than the common people. To throw luxurious parties and waste so much gold on an unfathomable amount of flowers and other unnecessaries. To put up a show and conceal the love you and Loki had for each other. You were supposed to act cold and proud that day, but it wasn’t what you desired.

Truly, all you wanted was to be with Loki and celebrate the love you had for one another. Nothing more than that.

After days of circus Odin had created, you were done. You felt like slamming the door to your soon to be shared bedroom, but didn’t do it as you realized the door itself hadn’t done anything to you. Loki was sitting on an emerald green armchair, book in hand and he looked up to you with almost a worried gaze. It softened when he realized that it was you, not another poor servant who was terrified of getting any details wrong.

“Bad morning?” Loki judged the look on your face. Your shoulders were tense and it looked like you had been spun around like a music box doll everywhere you had been.

“You could say so,” You sighed deeply and made your way closer to Loki. Although the day had begun poorly, you felt immediately much better when you were with the Trickster you had fallen for.

Loki put the book down on the coffee table next to an empty cup of tea and he stood up, meeting you in a loving embrace. You relaxed in his arms and for a moment, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment.

“I chose a dress,” You let him know. At least, that was done now. One less thing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s beautiful,” Loki sounded excited. He couldn’t wait to see you in your bridal outfit. The thought alone made his heart race in his chest. Oh how lucky he felt to have you.

You parted from his embrace and sat down on the second armchair so you could stretch your legs. It had been a long morning.

“I don’t wish to complain,” you started carefully,“but I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. This wedding is getting out of hand.”

Loki agreed with you, but hearing it made him worry. He was afraid you would get cold feet. If so, he would certainly blame Odin for it. But now, he wiped that thought away, for he had an idea.

“My love,” Loki took your hand in his and he lowered himself on one knee right in front of you, just like he had a few weeks ago. He was so devoted to you, he made you feel special.

“Yes?”

“What if I told you I have a plan?” A familiar grin appeared on his face. The way his lips curled ever so slightly made shivers run down your spine. He was up to something.

“Oh?” You were certainly curious. Loki never had bad ideas. Well, it depended on how one would define ‘bad’ ideas.

“Let’s elope, in secret. It’ll be just you and me and whoever shall wed us. No one needs to know until it’s official,” Loki proposed his idea to you.

And it was a brilliant idea. It was exactly what you had wanted. Something small and private. Away from hundreds or thousands of eyes which meant you could be comfortable. It wouldn’t be a show, it would be a loving moment just for you and just for him, one you would cherish forever.

It was also slightly rebellious, which only made it so much better. You could already envision the smoke coming out of Odin’s ears, and the dumbfounded look on Thor’s face. The people would have something to gossip about.

“What will your family think of it?” Honestly, you didn’t really care, but you played with the idea in your mind.

Loki put on a thoughtful look for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought,“I think...” He then returned his gaze to you and a playful gleam lit in his eyes,“that I don’t care at all. Perhaps my mother will be most understanding. Either way, it’s none of their concern, so what do you say?”

“Let’s do it,” You were convinced it was the best idea he could come up with regarding your wedding.

Loki was relieved to hear that and he quickly leaned close to you in order to catch your lips with his. The kiss deepened quickly. The way he held you was so strong and lively that you were afraid the chair would fall back, so you wrapped your arms around his strong torso to brace yourself.

When his soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin on your neck, you let out a laugh,“Loki!” You held onto him tighter,“if you’re going to kiss me like that, then maybe we shall move to the bed? This armchair wasn’t made for two.”

In a graceful manner, he dragged the two of you up to your feet, off of the chair,“if you insist, my love.”

_

The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. It was still warm outside and the gentle wind cooled everything down. You were high over the water which allowed you to see most of Asgard, yet the place offered much needed privacy. Shadows cast on the stony pathway under your feet, which contrasted beautifully with the golden rays of sunlight that made everything look like a page from a fairy tale. Your eyes followed the trail of flower petals that smelled so lovely and sweet, and then you saw Loki.

He was standing there with a nervous smile on his face. The officiant who was going to wed you stood beside him and even he smiled as he saw you, but you could only focus on Loki. He wore his full Asgardian gear and the gold and emerald green looked fantastic on him. His raven hair was brushed neatly and it looked soft underneath his helmet. The emerald cape was flowing ever so lightly as the wind played with it.

In that moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the nine realms.

You walked all the way up to him and then made sure your dress was smoothly cascaded around your legs and you wiped off any possible dust. It was the dress of your dreams and it made you feel so comfortable in your own skin. The jewelry you wore matched the dress and Loki’s gear, and you felt neat. You were truly a match made in the heavens.

When your eyes met with Loki’s, your heart jumped to your throat. He looked so beautiful andhappy. Joy was simply radiating from him and it was infectious. To see him like that was a sight you could never forget.

He took your hands into his and whispered,“you look ever so beautiful, my dear.” There was a tear in the corner of his eye and surely there were tears in yours. This was the moment you had waited for since you were small. It was your wedding day, when you and Loki would commit to one another for the rest of your lives.

The officiant cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. Asgardian weddings could vary so much. Everyone expected you to have the biggest wedding anyone had ever seen since Odin and Frigga’s, but here you were. It was just the three of you there. You didn’t recognize the officiant who was holding your rings, but it didn’t matter. The ceremony was going to be brief anyway and then you and Loki could do whatever your hearts desired.

At first, the officiant spoke about your forefathers and mothers, asked them to bless you on your shared journey that was about to begin. He talked about Valhalla, and wished you strength and luck for your future. Eventually, it was time for your vows. You were slightly nervous then and you wondered how you would’ve felt if all of Asgard had been watching you. That would’ve been a nightmare.

Loki took a deep breath as he prepared to speak. He had tried his best to remember his vows without having to look at a paper. Although he had known you for so long and shown you his most vulnerable sides, he felt jittery as he prepared to recite his vows to you.

“Y/N,” He began by saying your name. You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. You wondered if his words would make you cry.

“You’re the love of my life. I still don’t understand what I did in order to end up with you, but I promise to make it all worthwhile. I assure you, I will stand by your side through thick and thin. I won’t let anything come between us, ever,” Loki seemed more confident after a few lines. He stood more comfortable and let the tension wash away from his muscles.

“I will treat you like the goddess you are and I will support you through everything in life. You make me so happy, and I wish to make you happy too. I will cherish each and every day that I get to spend with you, because I love you. I love you for all that you are and who you will become as we grow. You make me feel like a better person and you make me want to be good.”

“...I want to listen to you, to be your rock. I want to go through good days and bad because nowI know that I won’t be alone. I know that I am much to handle, but I will never allow my life to come in the way of yours. No matter where life takes us, I won’t leave you alone. As long as we’re together, I promise to be the best version of myself. For our future family, for us, for you,” Loki continued his vows smoothly. Each word seemed to come straight from his heart and soul. They certainly tugged at your heartstrings in the very best way. There was no doubt, Loki loved you as much as you loved him.

“I will love you,always,” He finished his vows with a pledge. If it wasn’t for the ceremony, you would’ve kissed him. Each cell of your being was practically begging for it, but you kept yourself together for just a while longer.

He grabbed the golden ring carefully, afraid he would drop it. Then he held your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and it looked amazing. The green jewel looked like magic as sunlight pierced through it from a million different angles. You would have to get used to carrying that on your finger, but it wasn’t heavy. It was just right.

Now it was your turn. Both Loki and the officiant looked at you expectantly. How could you match Loki’s words? You only hoped that he could feel the sincerity of your soft spoken words.

“Loki, you are the light of my life, the reason why I get through even the hardest of days, and why I can enjoy the good days even more than I usually would,” You tried your hardest to stay composed. A part of you wanted to crumble because you were so overwhelmed with love. When you felt his hands on yours, you managed to stay calm and collected and you continued,

“I promise to be your ally in conflict, your partner in life, parenthood, crime,” You joked just to ease the tension you felt, earning a chuckle from Loki who hadn’t expected that, but he found it amusing nonetheless. This was exactly why he loved you. You were never too serious. Truly, you were his partner in crime.

“I promise to be yours forever. Being with you makes life feel complete. On hard days when we argue, I promise I won’t go to bed angry. I want to work with you through everything life has to offer. I will never abandon you. If you go, I go, right?” You paused for a moment and tried to remember the rest of your vows. You had written them down several times and you were happy you did so, because it made it so much easier to remember. The sentences came straight from your heart now.

Before you could go on, you decided to grab the ring that would soon decorate his hand. You held onto it for dear life.

“I can’t wait to grow old with you, Loki. I promise to give you my heart, my soul, my faith. Regardless of what happens in the future, I’m here for you. We will face it all together. From this day forward, until the day we die, until we are reunited in Valhalla, I love you. Always,” You felt immensely relieved as you finished your vows. It felt good to have said it all and know that soon you would be married.

Loki let you put the ring around his finger, and his ring fit him flawlessly too. For a moment, you adored the way your hands looked now that you both had your wedding rings on. It was almost too good to be true.

And when you tried to study Loki’s expression, you felt confident that the words had been enough for his ears. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so radiant. It was like you had stepped on cloud nine together and nothing could possibly drag you down.

The officiant deemed you finished, so he spoke,“I say this before our forefathers and mothers so that they may bless this marriage. They may bare witness to the bond that you are about to form,” He turned to face the prince,“do you Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?”

The moment you had waited for was finally here

Loki faced you fully and he couldn’t dream of getting married to anyone but you. It was easy for him to say,“I do.”

The man nodded and then asked you the very same question,“Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?

Your heart was racing in your chest. It was like you were floating, that was how delighted you felt. There was no doubt to be found in your voice as you responded,

“I do.”

“Very well then,” The man failed to hold back a smile,“I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods and goddesses of Valhalla bless this marriage.”

Just like that, you were married.

Both of you were so ecstatic. When Loki leaned close to you and kissed you, it felt like you had entered paradise. Like all the flowers bloomed in seconds, like butterflies danced all around you, like you were bathing in sunlight and magic. You were enveloped in each other’s arms and your lips were sealed in a passionate kiss that felt never ending. It was your first kiss in the new chapter of your lives, and it was just for you.

The officiant gathered his things and left as quietly as a mouse, which Loki and he had agreed upon previously. That you barely noticed as you were lost in one another. It wasn’t until you parted from the kiss that you realized you were alone, just the way you liked it, away from prying eyes.

Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and then turned to look over the balcony. Vines were hanging over the railing and now you noticed the flowers he - or someone else - had set up. The sun was almost below the horizon and it painted the sky a beautiful mix of orange, gold and pink. Far away, you could already see a pool of stars gathering around the moons of Asgard. It was a beautiful sight.

“We’re married,” Loki had to say it out loud. It was difficult to believe to be true.

“Yes we are, my husband,” calling Loki that was thrilling. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

My husband, he enjoyed the sound of that. He would never grow bored of hearing it, he was sure. Loki played with the material of your dress, finding it smooth to touch. He couldn’t wait to discard it. He wanted to make you get lost in pleasure and bliss that night.

“I have a surprise for us,” Loki decided it was time.

“You do?”

“It’s our wedding day, my love. Of course I have more planned out for just the two of us,” Loki explained. He had been determined to make it special without guests. If others insisted on having a party later, that would be a problem for another day. You could celebrate without the judging guests and Loki’s family that could be a bit over the top.

“Does it involve cake?” You wondered curiously as he offered you his arm to hold onto. As you accepted that, he began to lead the way.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

~ select your surprise ~

[surprise 1]

[surprise 2]

[surprise 3]

A/N: choose wisely! Or read them all, it’s up to you.

I tried not to make the wedding too earthly, you know? I hope you enjoyed it. Now please, enjoy the surprise ending of your choosing :)

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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off.“Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like,“Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door.

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

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Virgil and Roman (platonic or romantic, you choose) with Love Me When I Don't by Pentatonix?

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send me a song and i’ll write a drabble based on it !

HELLO ANON THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASK BOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY-

i hope this is okay for you! i’m so sorry for the wait and for how short it is as well 😭

title: you bring me home

words: 411

character(s): virgil, roman, patton (mentioned)

pairing: prinxiety ( roman / virgil )

inspired by: love me when i don’t - pentatonix

content warnings: minor injury mention, self-hatred, description of a panic attack

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He hadn’t meant to break it.

Really, Virgil knew Patton wouldn’t be angry. It simply wasn’t in his nature to be. Not at him. Not because of an accident. Not over a mug. If anything he would fuss and flounder around him, bombard him with a laundry list of overly-concerned questions- is he okay? Did he cut himself? Why didn’t he call for someone to come help?

Because people shouldn’t have to help me. It’s my own fault I’m incapable of doing even the most basic of things. Why should I expect others to fix my screw ups?

The fractured bold #1 Dad! text leered up at Virgil as he held the largest shard of ceramic in place, willing it to hurry up and stick. After what felt like an eternity, he dared to pull his hand back, eyes roving over the cracks and ensuring everything would stay intact. Virgil’s index finger- freshly wrapped in a plaster as a result of his unfortunate encounter with a particularly sharp piece of broken ceramic- shakily traced the faint outline of the spider web now branching across the mug, feeling its uneven ridges poorly remedied by cheap glue. He inhaled sharply and abruptly set it back down on the table, scorning his pitiful attempt at a repair, and braced himself against the counter top, jaw clenched. He tucked his chin against his chest, shoulders hunching as he struggled to push the ugly thoughts back under the surface. Emotions crashed over him in waves, threatening to capsize his every thought- frustration, worry, self-hatred-

His own breathing was too loud in his ears, and he stood upright once more, stumbling slightly at the spell of dizziness that arrested him. Strong hands suddenly seized his forearms, steadying him, before he was slowly eased back against a firm chest, and Virgil fought for breath as he impulsively pulled away, which only tightened the snare now wrapped around his waist, and he froze.

Yes, the touch was familiar.

Virgil’s lungs heaved as he mimicked the rhythmic rise and fall of the chest currently pressed against his shoulder blades, and the tension gradually began to seep from his body. Finally he turned his head, seeking the warmth of an embrace, the lullaby of a heartbeat- anything to ground him, remind him that Roman was right there and holding him. Princey himself didn’t say anything, and Virgil wasn’t sure he wanted him to. He didn’t need to.

He was home now.

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I’ve Got You ~ Mitch Rapp

Mitch marched into the room - masculinity shrouding every inch of his toned body. Unknowingly to him her attention immediately switched to his presence as soon as he entered. Her eyes lingered and mismerised his entire body - from his chocolate orbs to his flexed bicep - awe and arousal oozed off of her.

If she wasn't in the midst of her own conversation believe me she would be drooling a river over him. "So, (y/n), I would like you to train with someone else - perhaps one of the higher tiers. I don't think that it is working out between you and I. I think you need more of a challenge." Her trainer, Daniel, informed wearing a friendly childlike smile.

Since she started this training program at her gym the employees there which also happen to be all men underestimated her abilities and strength. So because of their ignorance and blatant misogyny they paired her with the - said in the nicest way possible - weakest dude in the whole place. Don't get me wrong Daniel is a good guy and is now a great friend to (y/n) but they clearly aren't the best pair due to the clear superiority of (y/n).

"Yeah... yeah sure who?" She muttered kind of dreading the fact that she would have to leave the only friend she made in this place for probably a disgusting sexist pig. "Ugh well I have no clue who it is but you're meeting him in..." Daniel paused checking his watch, "right now." He smiled sweepingly but the nerves in (y/n) just stared to settle in and a hurricane of anxiety bombarded her. She had never been good with new people let alone people that already see her as a inferior.

"What?! I-I can't do it now. I should have time to prepare -you know like about two weeks and I'll be ready." She informed hopefully but was met with the familiar sound of Daniels chuckle. "Oh c'mon you'll be okay. You need to get out of your comfort zone anyways then maybe you'll get up enough courage to ask out walking muscle man." She shook her head ferociously before breaking out into a burst of laughter at the nickname 'walking muscle man.'

"Excuse me what the hell is a walking muscle man?" (Y/n) chuckled into the palm of her hand while Daniel gave her an amused look. "You know who I am mean (y/n)." He insisted but she shook her head. Daniel leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Mitch." Her face immediately darkened at the mention of him.

How did Daniel know about my obsession? Is it that obvious? Who else knows? Does everyone know? These thoughts swam around her head like fishes in a tank. Her cheeks were basically inflamed and the nervous tick she had adapted from her childhood of tapping her foot has returned.

"W-what are you talking about?" She whispers back fear evident in her question. "Oh don't act dumb I know you like him. It's pretty obvious." She groaned. "It is?"

"So you admit him?" Daniel clapped back causing (y/n) to fall into a deeper pit of embarrassment. "Oh god." She said burying her head into her hands. "Oh yes." Daniel smiled content with the fact he finally got it out of her.

Daniel had caught on to the fact whenever Mitch ever entered a room her attention was drawn to him regardless of what she is doing at the time - which includes them being in the middle of a boxing match which happened many times and believe him never ends well. He also caught on to the many times she attempted to go up to him and introduce herself but quickly ran away before he noticed.

"Is it really that obvious?" She complained. "Not to anyone but me. You see sweetheart I know you very well indeed and I know for a fact that you cannot take your eyes off of him." Daniel paused looking around the room. "And from the looks of it neither can he." (Y/n)'s head shot up at his comment and furrowed her eyebrows.

"W-what?" Daniel laughed at her like he had been doing for the entirety of their conversation. To say the least it seemed that he was enjoying this little matching making session a little to much for (y/n)'s liking. "Don't look now but a certain Mitchy moo is looking right at you." He said nodding over to where Mitch was stood.

(Y/n) didn't hesitate to shoot her head over to where he pointed and as soon as she did she was met with Mitchs familiar pair of dreamy eyes. As soon as (y/n)'s gaze hit his his head instantly pulled down avoiding her at all cost. "And you looked anyway." Daniel sang. "Shut up." She replied sticking her tongue out at him.

"Oi (y/l/n) aren't you supposed to be training right now?!" Someone bellowed from the other end of the room. "Shit." The (y/h/c) girl collected all of her stuff recklessly and ran off to where she usually had her training sessions but obviously now she wouldn't be so kindly blessed with his presence but now instead she is going to have to do the worst thing imaginable- socialise.

She entered her little room of the gym and placed her stuff down ordering it as best as she can. "Finally I didn't think you'd show up." A deep almost intimidating voice acknowledged her. Usually she wouldn't be so panicked just by one voice but now it panicked her beyond belief knowing who that voice belonged to. Mitch. "I-oh right oh s-sorry was caught with...-"

"With chatting with your boyfriend?" Mitch interrupted coldly while strapping the straps in his boxing gloves. "W-what? Boyfriend? Never!" She spluttered still not facing Mitchs way scared of what kind of shade of red her face had formed this time. "You know very well who I am talking about (y/l/n). I went out there and saw the two of you so don't act dumb. It's not a good look on you or at least I would say that if I could actually see your face but alas it seems that you have lost the ability to face someone other than the guy your fucking." He spat causing (y/n)'s jaw to drop and her eyes slightly water at the tone of his voice - which may I add reminded her of the trauma she came her to overcome.

"T-the guy I'm fucking? I don't understand M-Mitch." She heard Mitch let out a heavy stressful sigh which she guessed was probably accompanied with an eye roll or two. "God you can't be serious." He laughed humourlessly as if it was obvious who he was talking about.

(Y/n) stayed silent waiting for him to actually form a sentence that didn't ask for more questions than answers. "Daniel." He muttered causing (y/n) to spin around a little to fast causing her to begin to fall down. The girl closed her eyes preparing for the hard impact of the ground but instead was embraced by a pair of toned arms.

"I've got you." He whispered as she opened her (y/e/c) eyes. "I'm not dating, fucking or even thinking about Daniel in that way. I never have and certainly never will. He's just a friend." She reassured him despite not understanding why it mattered so much to him that he need some reassurance.

The words brought a small curve to his plump lips as he held the (y/b/t) girl softly. "Why do you care, Mitch?" (Y/n) finally said breaking the silence that had formed between the pair. "B-because I think I like you." She smiled at him disregarding the feeling that this might be a trick or some sort of weirdly realistic dream and she started to lean in. As their lips inched closer and closer she could tell Mitch was become more anxious by the second.

Just when their lips were about to join Mitch let go. (Y/n) fell back first onto the flooring and surprisingly Mitch accidentally fell too - on top of her. "What the actual fuck, Mitch?" She snapped feeling as if the dream that she was about to experience was completely ripped away. (Y/n) pushed Mitch off of her and sat up waiting for some sort of explanation.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Mitch said not even making a move of getting up but instead completely giving up and just laid there - heart broken. "I thought you said you liked me." The now sat upright girl spoke timidly the tears building up rapidly. "I do." The broken man admitted. "Then why did you let go?"

"I'm scared." (Y/n) was shocked with his confession clearly not expecting the great Mitch Rapp to admit when he's scared of something but now the question is - what? "Scared of what Mitch? Of me?" She asked fear dripping from every syllable.

"Yes! No! Maybe! Kinda! I don't know (y/n). I don't know anything except that I like you and I'm scared." Mitch bursted his hands subconsciously running through his dark hair. (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed in on me hoping for a better explanation than what he had shown so far.

"I-i lost someone. Someone really important to me- someone I loved. A-and now I have to figure out a way to understand how to get by without her. Looking at what am I now compared to three months back I'm better, yes, but not fixed. And with you despite not even having a conversation I feel at peace and sometimes when I just watch you train or eat lunch or anything I sometimes forget about that person. And that makes me hate myself. Then when I almost kissed you that made the hate I have inside overflow." Mitch paused looking over at the teary eyed girl.

"I-it just feels like I'm falling. Like I'm falling from the tallest building I've ever seen and no matter how long I fall for I never hit the ground and you have no idea how much I wanna hit the ground. But I also know if I do hit the ground then I'll lose myself and all the steps I have taken to change from that broken person I was. I want to hit the ground because I want to stop falling but maybe instead of meeting the ground maybe I need someone to catch me. I know I need someone to catch me. So I'm scared hell im petrified b-because I think that person might be you." Mitch concluded his voice cracking at different points and his eyes wouldn't dare to look at her anymore not after the amount of over sharing he just did.

He closed his eyes ready to attempt to settle his thoughts thinking that maybe (y/n) had just left due to the shock bomb he had just dropped on her until a pair of soft perfect lips landed on his. He immediately kissed back grabbing the sides of her face deepening the kiss of that was possible. (Y/n) pulled away causing him to reluctantly open his eyes to see her red and puffy ones.

"I've got you."

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Can time travler girl pretty please get her memories back and a bit of reveange on the trio

Ask: Can time traveler girl pretty please get her memories back and a bit of revenge on the trio

A/N: Please read Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3 to better understand this installment of Part 4!

TW!: Yandere! Ask Time Travel Lady Ask Series finale! So references to Kidnapping, Memory-Erasing, Manipulation, yadda, yadda… you know the drill.

The visions had been coming with more intensity for a while now. So you created a sorting system in your head. Initially, you wanted to write these dreams down somewhere but were afraid of what Trevor, Sypha, and Alucard might do if they were to find them. Something in your gut told you to keep this newfound knowledge hidden from them, so that’s exactly what you did.

After a week or so, you had determined three distinct categories of visions: ones from the past, ones from the future, and ones about your friends. The ones from the past were simple enough to decipher, seeing as how both Alucard and Sypha often spoke about civilizations' past. Even Trevor joined in on occasion, bragging about his ancestors every once in a while. The past visions didn’t scare you. Instead, they excited you. For example, even though you weren’t certain, some of these past visions felt like memories and you could’ve sworn you were recalling events you had seen in person.

The visions from the future were daunting at first, but having Alucard’s castle helped you come to terms with the great bounds and leaps future technology had to offer. Some of the wars concerned you, however. As far as you were concerned, wars of the present were bad enough, why did people want to raise the stakes and consequently, the level of casualties? It made no sense to you.

Finally, there were those last visions… of them. But they weren’t the trio you had come to know and trust, oh no. They were angry and vindictive and always hot on your tail. It seemed you had something they wanted or perhaps they just wanted to catch up to you. Both outcomes left an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The more you thought about the visions, the more of them you had. It was almost as if you could think of the past, and be shown the past. Or ask for the future, and then see the future. This of course only happened during your headaches and at night when you were sleeping, but then, out of nowhere, they started to interrupt all other times of the day.

It turned into something you couldn’t stop: all the trios’ appearances in your visions kept bombarding you minute after minute. And it got increasingly more difficult to convince your friends (if you could even call them that) that you were simply tired, or spacing out, or had a headache. You feared what they’d do to you if they found out. That night you slept with fear in your heart and a daring plan racing around in your mind.

When you awoke the next morning it was as if you had been struck by lightning. You felt so much stronger and smarter than yesterday, you couldn’t explain it. It was as if a long fog had been lifted from your mind. And you felt you knew everything! You knew what would happen and when it would happen, and how it would happen! You saw your future! And you saw your past! (At least you assumed the visions were of your future and past since all the visions were from your point of view, and the body you saw yourself possessing was still your own.) But that wasn’t even the coolest part.

‘Holy shit!’ You had known Joan of Arc? Wait, had you been Joan of Arc? And this Einstein genius, you knew him too! And all those funny things from the castle, and the trove, the ones that seemed painstakingly out of place, you were the one who put them there!

‘Oh my god!’ You were a time traveler! Like Dr. Who! Oh, remember Dr. Who? And the Tardis, and…. Wait, wait, wait a minute you were getting off track. You didn’t have a magic telephone box to hop in no, you just managed to connect your brain to the brains of all of your past, present, and future lives. ‘I’m fucking awesome!’ You thought. You were so hyped, you momentarily forgot where it was you were. ‘Wait a minute-’

‘Shit!’ You suddenly remembered why you had stayed here in this castle. Those three- Trevor, Sypha, and Alucard- they who claimed to be your friends had kidnapped you! (Like wtf, guys?) And they put you under some sort of memory loss spell, but it must have worn off the more you regained your powers. And as far as you knew, the trio had no idea your memories and abilities had returned. ‘Alrighty then,’ you thought. ‘Time for a little payback!’

You were formulating a plan of attack when you were struck by a sudden wave of melancholy. Yes, it was wrong to kidnap someone and wipe their memories to hold them hostage. That being said, you recognized that deep down, the reason your so-called friends did this is because they were so lonely and desperate. They were exhausted after their battle with Dracula, and along you came: this new shiny toy to distract them from their pain and anguish. How could they do anything but fall for you? (Damn that Stockholm syndrome.)

You knew with your abilities back in place, you could leave at any time- they wouldn’t be able to follow or catch up with you. And even if they did, their old tricks and whatever spell they used to keep you would be no match for you this time now that you knew what it was and how it was used. You could just march right out the front doors and never look back. ‘I could let them go back to being miserable.’ You wanted to feel victorious but all you felt was guilt.

‘No,’ you shook your head. You had a much better idea in mind… One where you wouldn't leave feeling like a monster, but that still allowed you to have some fun.

A few mornings later (yes, you could see into the future, but let’s be real here, a girl still needed time to prepare) you asked if the four of you (you, Sypha, Alucard, and Trevor) could have an afternoon picnic in the forest.

Trevor and Alucard immediately said no; they had no intention of letting you go anywhere that wasn’t the castle, the trove, or the distance directly between the castle and the trove.

Sypha on the other hand was hyped for some outdoor adventure time. “It’s not healthy to stay cooped up inside all day. We Speakers spend as much time outside as possible. It is good to explore all the natural wonders of the world.”

You: ‘Exactly what I thought you’d say’

Alucard eventually agreed, under the condition he could bring his longsword in case there was any trouble, and Trevor finally gave in once you flashed him your best puppy dog eyes.

It was very clear they all still thought you were under their spell, although their overprotective nature did worry you a bit. You rationalized their actions; they had been overbearing this entire time, and you were simply paranoid because your abilities came back. You made a silent plea for everything to go as planned.

The afternoon itself was lovely. Alucard and Sypha took turns explaining the characteristics of different plant and animal life to you while Trevor showed you some of his more “professional” (his words not yours) foraging techniques. You, along with Alucard couldn’t help but laugh at some of his antics whereas Sypha felt the need to berate Trevor for being so reckless.

“You could have picked a poisonous mushroom! Or have taken shelter in a tree with branches that aren’t strong, you could have almost fallen to your death!”

“The tree is three feet off the fucking, Sypha,” Trevor rubbed his temples.

Alucard smirked at the both of them. “A good reason the lot of you have such a lovely castle to return to. A warm bed is much better than the cold ground for sleeping, wouldn’t you agree (Y/N)?”

You played along and silently counted the hours until the sun went down. After the sun had set you very innocently suggested the four of you head back towards the ruins of the old Belmont home and the castle. Trevor and Alucard took the lead while you and Sypha brought up the rear.

You were buzzing with so much excitement you could hardly wait! Mentally you started the countdown, ‘1… 2… &... 3!’

“What the fuck?!” You hear Trevor yell out.

There before you stood the Belmont Home, not the rubble heaps and giant hole in the earth where Alucard installed a pulley-system, oh no. In its place stood the grand, undemolished Belmont home, just the way Trevor remembered it before angry townspeople burned it to the ground.

“But… how?” Sypha asked. Trevor whipped around. “You!” He pointed a finger at you accusingly. “This is your doing, isn’t it? Some sort of sick joke?”

“Joke?” You scoffed. “I assure you this is all quite real. Besides, you haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

It was then, the front entrance to the Belmont home swung open and a strong voice called out: “Who goes there? Show yourselves!”

Trevor froze.

“What? Who is it?” Sypha asked.

“It’s his Father,” you answered for him. The trio all turned to look at you, incredulous.

“H-how?” Trevor started but you cut him off.

“Look, guys, I know what you did to me.” You rolled your eyes at the three of them as they jumped into fighting stances. “I’m not going to hurt you. I get why you did it. I am a catch after all.” You continued, jumping straight to the point: “I knew you were all really lonely and because I know all my lives- past, present, and future, I figured I could try and use my past lives to alter this present reality. It wasn’t easy of course, I had to make sure you all still experienced your lives in the same way, otherwise, I’d have t deal with a bunch of alternate universe yous, and as awesome as ‘Into The Spiderverse’ was, I do NOT have the kind of patience for that.”

The trio blinked in confusion.

You ignored them and kept on talking: “But I managed to prevent a handful of deaths from happening and as a result, the three of you all have your families again.” You pushed Trevor forward. “This is the part where you hug and make-up,” you whispered to him.

“Go on,” you urged Trevor forward, “They’re expecting you.”

Having waited another beat to see if Trevor would move (he didn’t), you decided you had finally had enough of his stunned silence and dragged the monster hunter to his long-lost family. Returning to Sypha and Alucard, you raised your hand to silence any questions.

“Sypha, your family of Speakers should be on their way, although they might not arrive by tonight. You should probably just go introduce yourself to Trevor’s folks since that’s where you’ll be staying for the time being.” You gestured for her to follow Trevor, which she did eagerly.

Alucard still had his sword drawn. “And what have you done with the Castle? You say you’ve saved our families yet my Mother and Father are nowhere to be seen? Just what have you done with them?”

“Now, now Adrian,” you chided. “Your Mother would be disappointed to see the gentlemen she thought she raised pointing a weapon at an innocent lady.”

“‘Innocent? Innocent?!” He started but was cut off by a large BOOM, and a sudden sweep of wind.

You looked down at your wrist to check your nonexistent watch. “Aha,” you said, “Right on schedule.”

There, off a good distance from the Belmont home stood Dracula’s castle, just as large and intimidating as ever.

“Well?” You asked Alucard. “What are you waiting for? Go see them!” You sighed at his distrusting look. “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

“And why should I trust you?” He demanded.

“Are you kidding me?” You said, incredulous. “Like I would ever miss this ending!”

“‘Ending’”, he repeated. “Just what are you referring to?”

“Of for goodness sake, just go hug your damn Mother already!” You finally dropped your shoulders when Alucard used his vampiric speed to run off towards his Father’s castle.

You sighed and found a good spot on the grass to sprawl out on. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the beginnings of tears from your eyes.

“Oh,” you faked a dramatic sob, “How I just love happy endings!”

You don’t stick around too long after that. Although you did allow yourself to indulge in a meal with each household. And of course, you made sure to give equally impressive, although discreetly placed parting gifts to each family. (You thought Dracula served the best food but that might just be because you snuck enough zebra cakes into his castle to feed an army. It was especially hilarious watching the Vampire Lord gag from the abundance of sugar.)

You did make a promise to come back, however, for any future milestones. “You know like weddings or anniversaries or to see the kids,” you said.

“And just whose children are you referring to?” Trevor asked. You just winked at him. (He gulped.)

“Why can’t you just tell us?” Sypha demanded. “If you know the future, it would tell us how to act, what choices to make.”

“Sorry,” you apologized. “But I’ve already broken like 100 rules of time travel, so I think I better lay low for a while. Besides,” you gave the trio one final shit-eating grin, “I just hate spoilers!”

A/N: Thank you for reading this series. I hoped you enjoyed its conclusion. If you’d like to see more trio centered asks, feel free to send me an ask.

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Ten Minutes Ago

An unexpected meeting backstage takes Ophélie by complete surprise [featuring @arcanecadenza's Cadenza ]

words: 2k

cw: none

accompaniment

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With a final bow and one last dazzling smile, Ophélie turns and walks gracefully off stage. It’s only once she’s sure she’s safely behind the curtain and out of sight from the audience she picks up the pace, eager to return to the safety of her dressing room.

Despite how comfortable she’s become at the opera house and the cast and crew that came with it, the worst part of her night is when, without fail, she gets bombarded by those lucky enough (read: rich enough) to persuade someone to let them backstage here to seek the attention of the performers. And especially her. Perks of being a leading lady.

Of course, her legs are only so long and she can only walk so fast— especially in these damned heeled shoes— and she ends up getting caught by the crowd. It really isn’t a crowd, but it is quite a few people, all talking at once as they shower her with all sorts of empty complements and ask her all sorts of borderline invasive questions. Ophélie only manages to sneak away when another principle actor joins the group and with a tilt of his head lets her know it’s alright to run while she can.

And she does, making a mental note to thank him later.

Ophélie is grateful for her role here, not only because she’s living out her dream of course, but because that means she gets a personal dressing room with a locking door. A true blessing. She’s not quite as comfortable here as she is in her own flat, but after having been here for close to a year now, it’s a close second. She’s just got her hand on the doorknob when a new voice calls out from behind her.

“Excuse me, Miss Rozaliya.” Ophélie spins around, a little too quickly, to see a tall woman with dark curls standing a few feet away. She gets a good look at her, to make sure she’s not someone who works here, but she quickly decides that she's never seen her before, because she’d definitely remember seeing her. And she can’t help but get a good look at the very low neckline of the woman’s dress, and how said fabric hugs her hips.

Ophélie snaps her eyes up to the woman’s face before she can be considered to be staring. “Hello, I’m sorry, but I’m not seeing any more patrons tonight. But I appreciate you coming down for the show,” she explains, in her best dealing-with-pushy-guests voice.

“Ah, Amaryllis told me to tell you that they sent me,” she explains, “I’m Cadenza.” She holds out her hand in greeting. It wasn't often, but when Amaryllis sent someone to see her, it was usually important. And it wasn’t often they sent someone so pretty either.

She takes Cadenza’s outstretched hand, briefly feeling the calluses on her fingertips brush over her own. “Cadenza,” she echoes, “please, just call me Ophélie.” She glances back and forth down the hallway. Ophélie isn’t very thrilled about having any meet and greet out in the open. “Would you like to step inside with me?” She pushes open the door to her dressing room, gesturing for Cadenza to enter.

Ophélie makes a beeline for the fresh pitcher of water that’s been left at her vanity. “So what brings you backstage?” she asks, pouring herself a glass and hoping Cadenza is, well, normal, if Amaryllis is the one who sent her. She brings it up to her lips and takes a much needed drink. Cadenza still stands by the door a few feet away, her intense gaze still settled on Ophélie.

“Tonight was my first time seeing the show, and I was absolutely moved by your performance.” Cadenza smiles, and clasps her hands behind her back. She seems completely genuine, her words not at all like any of the others Ophélie has received tonight. She was expecting a director or composer or some other industry contact, not someone who enjoyed her performance for what it was.

Ophélie shuts her eyes and waves a dismissive hand in Cadenza's direction. “Oh please, when you’re on stage six days a week, it’s second nature. It’s practically a part of you.”

Just as she’s finishing up her deflection, Ophélie suddenly feels a presence before her. Then she feels those callused fingertips on her chin, gently nudging her face up. She almost wants to keep her eyes shut, but curiosity convinces her to do the opposite, lashes fluttering open to peer up at Cadenza.

“Second nature or not, your voice is breathtaking,” she asserts, and her face is close enough to render Ophélie speechless. She doesn’t bother to hide the way her gaze flickers across Cadenza’s face, so that she can take in all of the pretty freckles that span across her cheeks and how the brown of eyes turns to honey in the candlelight.

It takes Ophélie a moment to find her voice, but once she does she certainly doesn’t have the mind to deflect again. “Thank you,” her voice comes out soft, mousy, compared to the way she typically conducts herself. “That means a lot to hear.” And it does, somehow. Somehow, Ophélie knows Cadenza isn’t just another socialite dishing out empty compliments just to flatter her. Somehow she knows that Cadenza is the type of audience member that she gets on stage every night for, the ones who aren’t there just to say they were but to be moved by the story she and her fellow cast members tell.

Cadenza starts to run her thumb along her jaw, and Ophélie isn’t trying to hide how she’s staring down her lips. But then— much to Ophélie’s disappointment— a sharp knock at the door has Cadenza pulling away.

“Lie! Hurry up with your costumes! They’re off to the cleaners tonight!” A huffy voice calls from the other side of the door.

“I’m going, I'm going!” Ophélie brushes past Cadenza to get to positioning herself in front of the large mirror on the wall. She remembers her manners— only somewhat— and glances back to Cadenza as she reaches for the laces cinching the back of her costume together. “Ah, don’t mind me. I’ve got more on underneath, promise.”

Ophélie tries not to look so eager to strip down, but of course, she’s struggling to untie the damn thing. In front of the very beautiful stranger who just called her breathtaking, no less. She fumbles with the knot for a few more moments, all too aware of Cadenza and the stagehand waiting on the other side of the door. She's certain she’s just about to get it loose, but then suddenly Cadenza is murmuring into her ear and the pretty hands that she’s already thought far too much about in the last ten minutes are slipping the laces from her fingers.

“Here, let me.” Ophélie is completely frozen to her spot, too surprised to object even if she wanted to. And she doesn’t really want to tell Cadenza to stop undressing her. If anything, she’d hope for her to keep going. She swears Cadenza is taking her sweet time with the laces, being far more gentle and precise than she really needs to be. There’s no way she wouldn’t notice the goosebumps on her neck from where her breath ghosts over her skin.

“Shouldn’t you have an assistant that does this for you?” Cadenza asks, looking up into the mirror to address Ophélie more directly.

“I have a dresser before and during the show, but afterwards I’m just more comfortable doing it myself.” It would always be weird to have people help her with things like dressing, even if it was their job to do so.

“Should I stop then?”

“No,” she says, a little too quickly, and Cadenza’s breath tickles her bare shoulder as she chuckles.

Ophélie feels the dress is more than loose enough for her to slip out of now, but she doesn’t dare move until Cadenza tells her so. “There you go.” She lays a hand on Ophélie’s shoulder, and the goosebumps from her neck travel there.

Quickly, she steps forward to shimmy her way out of the costume, treating it with a little less care than she normally does. Certainly not enough to damage it, but she lets it drop all the way to the floor before stepping out of it. She may or may not put a little bit extra into the way she bends over to pick it up.

She is wearing a slip, petticoat, and stays, garments that are hardly any different from the ones she wears day-to-day. But she feels so very on display with the way Cadenza looks at her. Part of her wants to stay in just this— or to take off a little more— so Cadenza keeps looking at her that way. But she scolds herself, they were still basically complete strangers.

So Ophélie does the normal thing, snatching up her dressing gown from it’s hook and tying it tight. Maybe later she’ll let her mind wander on just how Cadenza would assist her further.

Another knock on the door pulls her out of her trance, again, and she scoops up the costume. It’s placed on a rack with her other ensembles for the night, and she pushes it out to the stagehand who, much to her relief, doesn’t look as annoyed as they had sounded. With a nod they roll away and Ophélie goes to turn back to Cadenza, but a hand on her arm stops her from shutting the door.

“I think I’ll take my leave now, but...” She reaches forward to take Ophélie’s hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. Ophélie is enraptured by the feeling of how they ghost across her knuckles as Cadenza speaks. “Once more, you were absolutely mesmerizing. Until we meet again, little nightingale.” She kisses the back of her hand, leaving behind a faint mark from her lipstick.

She’s gone down the hall before Ophélie can even find the words for a farewell.

—

Cadenza’s visits very quickly become regular post show affairs, and Ophélie becomes more and more prepared for them.

Ophélie starts looking for her from the stage, pleased each night she does spot her watching the show from Amaryllis’s private box. And sure enough, after the curtain is down she always finds Cadenza at her door.

Ophélie’s awkwardness subsides, thankfully, but as far as she’s concerned the tension between them only grows.

Cadenza asks all about her career, how she came to be at the opera house and her experience, and always listens attentively and always wants to hear more. Ophélie learns that the calluses on her fingertips aren’t just from the violin but from magic too, and begs her to tell her all about being a magician.

Tonight, the two of them had already been chatting and giggling away for close to an hour, each nestled onto the sofa and sipping on the tea Cadenza had brought as a gift.

“...So, I’m lucky to have landed such a role at all!” Ophélie takes a sip of her tea, just finishing up telling her all about her arduous audition process. She nudges Cadenza’s knee with her foot, teasing glint in her eyes. “But what about you? What's made you such a dedicated patron of the arts?” She’s confident she knows the answer by now.

Cadenza’s cheeks turn red, and she tries to hide by taking a sip of her tea. “Well, I've hardly been secretive about how much I enjoy your performances.”

“Aww, Cadenza,” Ophélie sits up, setting her teacup aside to scoot a little closer. “Don’t tell me you’ve been coming all this way just to see me.”

Cadenza chews on her lip. “Well, it didn’t start out that way.”

“But it turned out that way?” Ophélie grins.

“Shouldn’t you be on vocal rest after a show, usignolo?”

“It’s not my fault you’ve kept me busy.” Ophélie is on her knees, hovering over Cadenza, eyes flitting down to her lips. “Perhaps you ought to help me be quiet.”

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