also you guys better appreciate how much time i spent making sure his hair looks perfect

QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ①

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As usually, not 100% accurate with the order, especially the talks, so much happened but I’m surprised with how much I remember.


I went to the Live Viewing at Saitama.
They sold goods at each cinema during their open time.

My cinema opened at 8am and I got to the the place just after 7am, there was already about 60-100 people lined up.

There were Shoutan fans!! They wore the PRISM long Tshirt and had the bags, I briefly acknowledged them. I had my PRISM Itta bag with me too (and a tiny Ai-chan itta bag).

We started moving a few minutes before 8am.

I kept thinking how they are selling the goods, do we tick what we want from a sheet? Do we buy at the till and tell the staff what we want?

I was too distracted while walking in, my eyes briefly glanced at the goods on the table to my left. I kept walking on.


I realised you just pick up what you want along the way and quickly snatched the pamphlet!
The next thing, oh the clothes…  It’s pretty dark grey, hmm, just one left…
Picks up to look at, about to put it back
I quickly held it close to me tightly.
THE LAST ONE!! 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。
Most things were gone already! 😭
Only one Live towel left, I think there was 2 bags, I’m sure there was tshirts, but again my mind was somewhere else and never picked them up 😭
The next thing I picked up was Ai-chan’s brooch, there was some left along with Reiji’s, barely any character towels left.
Some light sticks

The charms were all gone too, but I wasn’t going for them.

There was quite a few fans left, Ai-chan’s had the most.
I made a last minute decision to get one to make up for not being able to get the other goods I wanted.

So, I got the pamphlet, cardigan, brooch and fan.
Plus 2 random keychains for spending over a certain amount
*Will upload pics later*

I opened the first random packet, Ranran came out, not too bad, next one was Camus.
Ai-chan~~~~ 😭

I went to the crowd of fans to try and exchange for Ai-chan, and if possible the QN logo

I seen the Shoutan fans again, they obviously would want Ai-chan, skip.
Where’s Ai-chan~~~

Ah!! Ai-chan!!
I asked the girl who she was looking for and she said “Camus-sama” SCORE!
Put Ai-chan’s one away, kinda still want the logo~

I stood for a while holding Ranran’s one
And then a girl came to me asking if they can get Ranran for the logo
Mission complete 💜
And now to roam about for 6 hours or so before the live (omg I was SOOOO bored! 😩)

Came back to the theatre and went to the screen, my seat was 7th row from the front

The girl next to me was wearing the Long T! Yeyy
Fan: are you Mikaze Ai’s fan?
Me: Yes~ Shoutan’s fan? ✨
Fan: Hai sou desu (yes that’s correct)
Me: Yatta! XD
Fan: Yatta ^^ Yoroshiku onegaishimasu
Me: Yoroshiku onegaishimasu~

I asked her name, she’s Yukina.

The screen was showing the Live logo and then changed to the goods

Not long after it showed the venue!!!!

Ahh!! It was beautiful!! All monochrome
Part of the stage set was decorated with their character colours

We were saying how amazing it looks and she said it’s very QN-like ✨

She was like “yabai yabai!!”
I’m so glad a Shoutan, and a vocal fan is next to me!!
For the past lives I’ve been to, apart from Shoutan’s Osaka live(sat with a friend)
Every stranger I’ve sat next to are SO quiet!
Yeyy! It’s gna be fun! XD

We both freaked out

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The Moment

Characters: You x Drew Gulak

Warnings: None, NSFW obvi & semi-public I guess? 

A/N I DID IT GUYS I FINALLY WROTE ACTUAL DREW SMUT. IT TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG, and I don’t even think its that good but yeah. I DID IT. But I also think this is my last fic, I don’t think I can write anymore. It just doesn’t flow for like it used to!

You’d tiptoed into the dimly lit hotel room and navigated past all of Tony’s scattered belongings to get to Drews immaculately tidy side of the room. It was late, and although you had no idea what the time it was, you’d spent the last few hours shivering alone in your uncomfortable bed as Paige slept soundly. 

Despite trying to keep your mind focused on sleeping and your big match tomorrow, you couldn’t get your mind off the human hot water bottle eight doors down, who knowing Drew, would be tucked up and fast asleep. You could even imagine his condescending yet chipper tone declaring the importance of getting a good sleep in before a PPV, but it didn’t mean you wanted to see him any less.

“Drew…” You whisper, shaking him gently. He groaned and pulled the sheets tighter around his body, muttering some unintelligible as he made himself comfy again, assuming he was still dreaming. Hopefully, of you, You mused as you ruffled his hair. “Gulak… wake up? It’s me.”

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“This should make you fit the bill,” said the older male putting on and fixing the suit on Sam’s body
Sam was a fit fella from Kentucky and when both his parents passed away in a tragic accident, he eventually moved to London to live with his grandparents. To his surprise, his grandparents is actually rich, even his grandfather have an honor title. Sam’s father decided to ditch the ‘posh’ life and moved to USA and eventually married to an American women, which is his mother. But even though they never in contact, his grandparents always supervise Sam’s growth since childhood secretly, much to the disdain of his father who is afraid that Sam’s would be affected by the glitz and glam he could have if he live with his grandparents or know the actual fact about his grandparents.
Raised as a humble Southern boy, the well-mannered and posh life of London elite slightly pressured Sam so he decided to not make contact that much with his grandparents circle, always try to avoid to come to the party or just visiting another respected people house. He spent his time reading book or watching rugby on TV most of the time.
Sam eventually enrolled to Oxford after huge battle with his grandparents who force him to go there even though he wanted to apply to Edinburgh, just for the sake of getting away from his strict grandparents. Life was tough for free-spirited Sam in a rigid society like London high class society and Oxford is no better.
The crowd in Oxford was fine, except some guys who clearly belong to the aristocratic family and acted like they own the place (well, they actually own the place since their parents are the biggest donor for Oxford) and somehow everytime they speak, it irritated Sam. One day after a tiring seminar and also supervision, Sam went back to his college to get some rest yet he was ambushed by unknown flock of people. Turned out, it was the posh boys who introduced themselves as Bullingdon Club and as he was tied and gagged, one of the boys said
“Sir Kendrick personally ordered me to let you in to the club, to make you adjusted to the society, he said. I saw you in one of the high tea session, Samuel, you are an interesting person. Just a slight tweak at your American rash personality, and you are going to fit with us,”
They take off Sam’s shoes and socks and then replaced it with a perfectly fit shiny black Oxford shoes and also a piece of fresh new socks. Then, they stripped him off from all of his clothes and send him to another room, when an old guy already waiting for him
“Put him there boys. Let me do my magic,”
One of the boy knocked Sam out and then when he wakes up, he is already using another clothes with a room full of mirror and the old guy still standing awkwardly. His head spinning like crazy but the old guy offered him a glass of water and after gulping it, he felt better
“How do you feel, young Master?”
Silence was the answer for a while, until Samuel said
“As perfect as the other day, George. Sorry, I literally forgot what happen, did I passed out?” Samuel asked the old guy as he fix his styled hair
“You’re just tired, young Master. Trying out clothes for hour surely make you feel bored. But, you definitely cannot risk to look bad in your first dinner with the Bullingdon,”
“Oh yeah, the dinner. Bloody hell, for how long I’ve tried on clothes like this?”
“Still enough time to fix your look, young Master. Let me fix that wrinkled line first,”
The old guy handle the suit with such finesse and then he tapped on Samuel’s shoulder
“That’s it. This should make you fit the bill, no need to worry,”
“Thanks George, appreciate that. Just send the bill to my grandfather, he will pay for this…..oh wait…, take this. Your tip,” said Samuel while flashing his perfect smile to George as he handed 4 piece of £50

Rebound Girl Pt. 3

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: fluff, even though it’s not in this chapter: Anti Danneel

Summary: Everything seems fine until someone shows up at your front door. haha sorry this summary really sucks

A/N: Part 3 to my series that is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge.

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Part 3

Reader’s POV

During dinner you didn’t say a word. You weren’t sure if you would have bolted if you could have. Maybe you shouldn’t have met him just yet and still taken some time to think about everything.

“I am here because I want to be in a relationship with you, because I see a future with you by my side”. Jensen’s words lingered in your head. He sounded so sincere, so honest. It made your heart race and maybe, just maybe, it let your imagination run wild. A future with him would include everything you ever wanted to have with him. Marriage, kids, growing old together with dozens of grand kids who played in your garden, the Impala parked in your garage and Jensen would take you on spontaneous rides on your anniversaries… your mind played out various scenarios.

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Braid (RebelCaptain Appreciation Week Day 7)

Day 7 Prompt: Future.

Ahh, I really meant to respond to more of these prompts during the week but between Easter weekend and finals coming up, real life has really gotten in the way of my writing schedule. If I can, I may post responses to the other prompts, but no guarantees! Still, I hope you enjoy this one and one last thanks to @therebelcaptainnetwork​ and @rebelcaptainprompts​ for organizing this amazing week. So much amazing work has come out of it and I’m so thankful for you guys putting it into action!

Summary: Cassian piped up that he wanted – no, needed, he said – to learn how to braid hair, like Jyn or Leia or the other women around the rebellion did. He wanted to be able to braid his daughter’s hair just as well as Jyn could. “It’s just practical,” he’d assured Jyn, and she’d volunteered her hair for his practice. The skill turns out to be useful for many years to come. 

(Also, this takes place in the same universe as Our Little Song inside my head, if anyone is curious about that one!)

Words: 1641

AO3 /  Below the Cut!

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A Date With A Quarterback-Chris x MC Fanfic

Hello, everyone! This is the first of my two 200 follower giveaway prompts! This prompt comes from giveaway winner @lanapowellblog who requested that I write a oneshot about Chris being upset about losing a football game and MC taking him on a date to cheer him up. 

In this fic there may be some timeline inconsistencies as compared to canon (i.e. length of time Chris played starting quarterback in Darren’s place while he was hurt….who’s dating who) but please don’t allow that to interfere with this story. Just take what I have here as is and hopefully that will work for you.

Okay, here we go! Please enjoy this fic…especially you @lanapowellblog because this one’s all yours!! :)

It was Friday night and the suite mates had all spent the evening together watching Chris start in his fourth football game since Darren’s injury. Everyone had been so excited about the game at kickoff, but now a sense of devastation had settled over the group. The Knights had lost and she couldn’t believe it. Chris had played a near flawless game and yet all she could focus on was the lopsided final score glaring at her from the scoreboard in angry red numbers. This was the worst loss of the season by far.

She dejectedly filed out of the bleachers with her friends and the rest of the crowd. It had been a crushing blow to the team’s hopes for a winning record this season and she could tell just by looking at her boyfriend’s face toward the end that he was taking it harder than usual. She wanted to do something, anything, to help him feel better. Normally she met him in the locker room and they walked home together. But, just as she prepared to wait for his ‘I’m ready,’ text, she got an entirely different kind of message.

Team meeting called by coach. I’ll catch up with you at home. Sorry.

She frowned as Zack came up beside her. “I know you normally stay back with Chris after the game but we’re gonna go grab a bite. Wanna join us?”

Zack took one look at the distressed look on her face and slowly shook his head. “I’m guessing not. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Chris. He told me not to wait for him and to head home. I’m worried…he looked pretty upset about the loss.”

“It wasn’t even his fault, though. He played amazing! He was reading the defense like a pro and his pocket presence was outstanding.”

She held up her hands, effectively stopping his speech, and raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Woah, Zack. What are you talking about?”

He chewed his lower lip. “Don’t you know what those words mean?”

“Yes, I do. Because my boyfriend’s a quarterback. You, on the other hand, definitely don’t know what those words mean.”

He sighed. “Fine. I overheard some guys in the crowd saying that stuff. I figured it might make Chris feel better if I told him that when we see him later. So, I decided to test it out on you first.”

She smiled, patting his arm affectionately. “Nice try. He would appreciate the effort but he’d immediately remember that you didn’t start watching football until a month and a half ago.”


“So, you just learned what a linebacker is last week. He’ll know you’re giving him lip service.”

“Alright, I get it. Stick to what I know.” He placed his arm on her shoulders, gently turning her toward the group. “In any case, come eat with us. There’s no need for you to sulk alone at home waiting for Chris to come and sulk with you. One of you needs to be in a better head space than the other.”

“I guess so. I just feel bad.” She glanced back at the walkway to the locker room sadly. She could picture him sitting dejectedly on the locker room bench, his head hanging in defeat. It was almost causing her physical pain.

“Don’t feel bad. We all know he likes to spend some time alone after a loss, right? He’ll probably beat us back to the suite and by the time you get to him, he’ll be all ready to be cheered up.”

She nodded, “Okay. And besides, I am hungry.”

She gave one last glance back in the direction of the locker room before falling into step with the group toward their dinner destination.


“Hey, nobody told you to eat that fifth piece of pizza, Tyler! You made your choices!”

Abbie was scolding him as he leaned against the wall dramatically clutching his stomach. The group had just returned home from dinner.

“But, Abbie, he ….”

“No buts. Time to go lie down.” She ushered him into his room, rolling her eyes as she went.

Zack chuckled shaking his head. “I still can’t believe he took that bet! Best two dollars I ever spent.”

“You guys are too much.” She grinned as she glanced around the living room for any sign of Chris. Then she saw a dim light shining from under his door and her expression sobered immediately. He was home.

She turned to Zack. “Hey, so, I’m gonna go check on Chris…make sure he’s okay. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“For sure. Good luck with that, roomie.” Zack gave her a thumbs up. “Go work your magic.”

As Zack disappeared into his room, she gently knocked on her boyfriend’s door.

“Chris, it’s me. Want some company?”

For a moment all she heard was silence and she thought maybe he was asleep. Then, suddenly, the door swung open and there he stood. His expression was downtrodden and the light normally in his eyes was completely absent.

“Chris? Hey-”

Before she could continue, he gripped her waist with one arm, pulling her into his room and closing the door behind her. Then he embraced her, slipping his other arm around her, and burying his face in her neck. She was startled for a second, but recovered quickly and instantly wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh, babe…” She couldn’t think of much else to say, so she just stood there quietly, holding him. He remained motionless, only his deep breaths could be heard. His grip was firm yet gentle and all she could think was how right it felt to be in his arms. Even under the circumstances, there was no place she’d rather be. After a long moment, he pulled back, still holding her. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and searched his pain-filled eyes deeply.

“I know it was a rough game, but something else is bothering you. What happened at the team meeting?”

He sighed heavily, breaking eye contact to look down at the floor. “Same old. Coach laid into the defense because they allowed the other team’s offense to run up the score. He also got onto the wide receivers because they had some trouble handling my passes.”

“Which were basically perfect,” she cut in and he shook his head.

“Still it doesn’t matter how perfect my throws are of no one’s gonna catch them. For some reason we’re not clicking. Maybe I’m not the right fit for the team.”

Her forehead creased in concern as she took his hand and guided him toward his bed. They both sat down.

“What are you saying? You’re not thinking of quitting are you?”

He shook his head in frustration. “I may not have a choice. My scholarship is based on football and how I perform as part of the team. If the team is losing with me as the leader, why should they continue to cover the costs of me attending here?”

“But the team needs you!”

“They need their real leader back.”

She paused before realization hit. “Darren. You think they want Darren back. You think they like him better.”

“I know they do. Hell, at this point I want Darren back.”

She sighed. “Okay, look. I know you’re upset but I think maybe you’re jumping to a conclusion here.”

He stood, grabbing a fistful of hair. “I’ve tried everything! I’ve had private meetings with them, run drills individually with each receiver, taken them out to dinner, helped them with school work…what more do they want??”

She nodded. “Would it be helpful to talk to Darren maybe? He might be able to shed some light on everything for you.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He sighed in defeat, his arms falling helplessly at his sides. She gripped his hands, coaxing him back toward the bed. He finally sat back down next to her, a resignated sigh escaping his lips.

“Come on, it’s worth a try, right?”She tried to mask the desperation in her voice but at this point, she didn’t know what else to do. She just wanted the old Chris back. He gave a sullen nod and she frowned. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this.She tilted his chin up to meet her gaze. “I know this is a problem without an easy solution. But how can I help you right now? Tonight?”

He eyed her sheepishly before speaking quietly. “Stay here with me?”

“In your room?”

He nodded. She raised an eyebrow and he blushed, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s not like it sounds. Yes, I would love to do that on any other night but I just…didn’t want to be alone tonight.” His face had shifted to an even darker shade of red and she smiled gently.

“Of course I’ll stay here.You didn’t even have to ask.”

He pulled her into a tender kiss, his fingers running through her hair. She met his contact with gentle caresses and light flicks of her tongue. Within moments, he pulled away, slightly breathless and still flushed.

“Better stop there before…”

She smirked. “You’re right. Come here.”

She scooted onto his bed, kicking her shoes off and sitting up against his headboard. She patted her lap and he curled up next to her, resting his head gently on her thighs. She began to run her fingers through his thick, blonde locks, lightly massaging his scalp with her fingertips.

“Wow, that feels amazing.” He murmured, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

Then, out of nowhere, an idea came to her. She reached for her phone to send a quick text and then looked down at Chris, enjoying the view of him resting serenely on her lap. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?” she finally questioned.

He turned to look up at her, a curious look on his face. “I was going to study some new plays for the next game and maybe catch up on some reading for class. Why?”

“How about you clear schedule and let me take you out?”

Chris smiled, sitting up. “Yeah? Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Are you up for it?”

He leaned in, kissing her softly. Then he looked into her eyes, his tender gaze seeking the depths of her irises. She felt her temperature rise involuntarily and was thankful for the dim lighting in his room.

“Definitely. Let’s do it.”

They both lowered themselves back down in bed and this time Chris wrapped his arms around her. She felt his muscular torso pressed against her back and instantly a tingling warmth flitted through her frame. He snuggled her neck, eliciting a chorus of giggles from her. Using his quick reflexes, he instantly took the opportunity to hold her in place and tickle her mercilessly.

“Chris stop!” she managed to gasp between her laughter. After a few more  seconds he finally stopped, letting her catch her breath. Eventually they had both calmed down and resumed their position on the bed in each other’s arms. He kissed her earlobe and then rubbed the tip of her nose with his.

“You really are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered and she smiled, caressing the nape of his neck.

“So are you.”

They grinned at each other and shared one last kiss before she closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest. He slipped a toned arm around her waist and within minutes, she was fast asleep.


“Babe, this is amazing! How’d you get a table here?”

Chris looked like a little kid opening gifts on his birthday and she grinned at the excitement in his expression. Then her look became coy.

“I have my ways. Do you like it?”

“I love it! I’ve been trying to get us a spot here for months.” He took her hand across the table, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “You’re the best.”

She smiled. “I know you’ve been stressed out lately so I hope this helps.”

He looked guiltily down at the tabletop and absently traced the edge of his linen napkin. “It does. Look, I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain to be around lately. Football is important to me but you’re more important. I promise I’ll do better.” He finished his statement by looking up into her eyes pleadingly. She smiled encouragingly.

“Chris, I’m not upset and I don’t want you to feel bad. I know it’s hard to balance everything. Just know that I’m always here if you need me. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

“Yeah. I know….”

“Hey, Chris!”

Chris looked up in response to hearing his name and spotted Darren approaching their table. He got to his feet, giving his friend and teammate a handshake and then a hug.

“Hey, man! What’s up?”

“Nothing much. My family’s in town so they wanted to eat at the fanciest place we have around here.”

Chris motioned across the table. “You remember my girlfriend…”

“Yeah, of course! She’s always the loudest voice in the crowd and the only girl brave enough to come into the locker room after games.” Darren gave her a wave. “Nice to see you again.”

She grinned. “You too, Darren.”

Then he turned back to Chris. “Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I had a quick question. What do you have going on tomorrow? I was hoping I could pick your brain about some of the receiving routes from yesterday. And I wanted to know your thoughts on the new playbook. What do you say?”

She raised her eyebrows in delighted surprised as Chris fumbled for a response. “Really? I mean, things aren’t going very well right now. You sure you want to talk to me?”

Darren crouched down so that he was closer to eye level and locked on to Chris’ gaze. “Look, I know the team is struggling overall but you are killing it right now. Everyone sees it. Give yourself a break. You’ve only started a handful of games and the receivers just need to get used to your touch on the ball. Honestly, it’s tighter and more precise than mine so they’re really having to adjust a lot.”

She couldn’t contain the grin on her face as Chris turned bright red. She could see the guarded elation behind her boyfriend’s embarrassment and she was secretly pleased. Finally he responded. “Wow. I…. don’t know what to say…”

“Just say you’ll meet me tomorrow. Coach wants us to talk some stuff over, watch some game film, and share tips. The coaching staff seriously loves that you’re part of the team and want to make sure you’re happy here. I know they told you yesterday how impressed they were with your performance but sometimes it’s better coming from one of us, ya know?”

Chris nodded, dumbfounded. “Yeah, of course. Thanks, man! And I really do need your help with a few things so absolutely…sounds like a plan.”

Darren patted him on the shoulder with his uninjured hand and then got to his feet. “Great. I’ll text you tomorrow morning. Now I gotta get back to the family before they start ordering my food for me. See you guys later!” He flashed his signature, winning smile before disappearing across the restaurant.

Chris stared wide eyed at his girlfriend and she grinned, barely containing an excited squeal.

“See, babe? I told you they needed you. And it turns out they love you!”

He still seemed shocked as he nodded in disbelief. “Yeah, apparently. I thought everyone was just being nice but…I can’t believe it!” He turned to her taking her hands. “Thank you so much for this!”

She suddenly stiffened, freeing one hand and holding it up. A concerned frown appeared on her face. “Wait, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I didn’t tell him to come here or ask him to tell you all of that. All I did was call in a favor with one of my classmates who works here so we could get dinner.”

Chris chuckled. “I know. That’s why I’m thanking you. If you hadn’t done all of that, I wouldn’t have been here enjoying a wonderful night with the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. And then, I wouldn’t have run into Darren which was just an awesome bonus. So, thank you.”

Now it was her turn to blush as she looked down at their clasped hands. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better. And now you have proof that I’m not the only one who thinks your outstanding.”

He smiled as they shared one more tender kiss. Then their waiter reappeared with water and asked for their orders. After they decided on their meals, she and Chris spent the evening talking, eating, joking and generally catching up on each other’s school lives. It was the most peaceful she’d seen him in weeks and she felt a warmth spread throughout her chest.

Her feelings were getting stronger for him each day and she knew she was falling for him…hard. But for once in her life, she wasn’t scared. In fact, she couldn’t wait for what their future held. Still, for now, she was happy just to have him there spending time with her. Seeing his smile and hearing his laugh made her own joy overflow. Being able to watch the light return to his eyes was more than she ever could ask for. 

She decided then and there to do everything in her power to make sure that light never faded again.

CHOICE part 1, chapter 1



Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to put on a face of pleasure. A hand slowly inched its way up his thigh, then teasingly went back down to his knee, making the circuit three times, each loop getting closer to its destination.

This isn’t right. A voice in his head screamed. Harry ignored it and let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat. A mouth worked harder on his earlobe, encouraged by the sound.

He should be enjoying this. He should just sit back and enjoy the attention lavishly given by the warm body practically on top of him. He shouldn’t feel nauseated and clammy, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking of a way to stop this encounter gently. Politely, even. There had to be an excuse, somewhere in the back of his mind—

The hand had found its destination, softly pulling at the zipper of his oversized blue jeans.

Harry bolted off the chair, toppling the hand and its owner straight to the floor in his haste.

“Merlin, Ginny, I’m sorry. I just—I can’t go that fast—“ Harry started, offering a hand to her.

“Fast?” Ginny rebuffed his hand, “Its been months and we haven’t done anything! What are you waiting for? We can mess around, Harry. Voldemorts dead. There are no more bad guys chasing you. We can have a normal relationship. A little groping doesn’t mean the end of the world.”

“I know that, I just—“

“Just what, Harry? What excuse are we using today?” She picked herself off of the floor.

Harry had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before and lacked the patience he normally would have implemented. “Why is this so damn important to you?” He really didn’t understand, it wasn’t like it was that enjoyable. Certainly not enough to get this worked up over. “What?” He added after her look turned incredulous, even through all the fury.

“We are in a relationship, Harry. An adult, romantic relationship, how is this not important?” The den of 12 Grimmauld Place seemed to get smaller as the argument intensified.

“I was under the impression an ‘adult romantic relationship’ involved more than make-out sessions.”

“They do, most of them have sex!” A cold sweat swept through Harry. Sex. His insides squirmed. Ginny’s face softened slightly, “are you alright? Your face just went pale.”

“Sex?” He croaked. “You’re ready for that?”

“Yes. I am.” Harry grabbed the wall next to him for support. ““Do you honestly expect me to put up with months worth of rejections? Do you think I don’t notice your wince every time I try to deepen a kiss with you? Or you shrinking away from me when I try to press myself against you? You won’t let me sit in your lap, you won’t even try to touch my breasts, I just don’t understand you. Its like you don’t even want me.”

“Of course I want you, Gin. I wouldn’t be dating you if I didn’t want you. What more do you want me to say? Just because I’m not like your countless other boyfriends fawning my paws all over you trying to get in your knickers, you get mad at me? How is that supposed to make me feel? What do you want from me?”

“I  want you to touch me!” She grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled them flat against her breasts. They felt so lumpy and curvy (and wrong, a place in his head added). They felt so foreign and off. Why did guys talk about these mounds of fat for days on end. Harry couldn’t see the appeal of them that seemed to fascinate others. He guessed he was more of an ass man. He had looked at Ginny’s bum multiple times, that seemed to hold a less nauseating afterthought.

After about three seconds, his curiosity was killed and his hands retreated from the mysterious fat lumps and took a few large steps away, concluding he was just an ass man. Ginny’s face showed extreme disappointment and it was clear to Harry that she hadn’t expected this reaction. She had probably kept this act of brazen as a final weapon, with the intent of doing him in. But Harry hadn’t even seemed phased.

“What the actual fuck, Harry.” She drew back, ran a hand through her red hair.

“I will try harder, I promise.” A wave of nausea gnawed at his stomach but he reached for her face anyway and leaned down to kiss her. I can do this. I can kiss her and make her happy and then we’ll be fine—

But before his lips touched her, Ginny leaned away the anger in her eyes replaced with something entirely more heartbreaking. “That’s the point, Harry. You have to try to want me.”

She grabbed her bag that had laid against the armchair and stepped into the oversized fireplace. “You are hopeless at relationships, Harry.” And with the announcement of the Burrow, green flames swallowed her.

Harry continued staring into the fireplace after she had left, knowing he should go after her, knowing it was expected of him, but also knowing he wouldn’t. He was hopeless at relationships, probably destined to be alone. If Ginny couldn’t make him happy, how was anyone else supposed to? Ginny was perfect for him, he should be happy and want to make out with her.

He grabbed his wallet and headed out the front door. He needed some tea.

Insomniacs always had dozens of people buzzing in and out of its doors. It easily had the best tea and coffee selection in town, and with its cozy yet cool atmosphere, it was bound for success. Of course Harry liked it best because no one ever recognized him except for the baristas—who only knew him by “Earl Grey Guy” at best.  

Harry had taken his time walking to Insomniacs, trying to figure out why he and Ginny fought so much. He supposed he did seem like he was rejecting her, he would have to find a way to make her forgive him. It had been eleven months since the final battle and through all the grief and pain, he had finally been given the chance to figure out what he liked to do when he didn’t have to constantly think about someone trying to kill him.  And while there had been a few attempts on his life via rouge ex-death eater out for revenge, the Aurors had done their job well enough that Harry didn’t worry. He was free to figure out his personal likes and dislikes. He liked to go to Insomniacs, which was conveniently three blocks away, or the dog park across from his flat.

Harry slowly made his way up the line, which wasn’t too long thankfully. He need some strong tea for the questions buzzing in his head—like why in Merlin’s name Ginny would even want him to touch her there that badly. He longingly stared at the apple turnover on display. He took out his wallet and determined he would have just enough Muggle money to get his tea and his turnover when he heard it. That voice, that pompous drawl that had haunted him all 6 years he had spent at Hogwarts.

“Malfoy.” Harry’s flat, shocked voice broke through the line making the well-dressed, blonde at the counter still when he heard it. Malfoy slowly turned to face Harry, his eyes wider than usual but otherwise his calm facade held its place. He hid his surprise well, better than Harry at any rate as he was sure he had somewhat of a ‘recent stroke’ face on.

“Potter,” with a deep breath he stepped forward slightly and offered his hand. Harry took it; he wasn’t going to come out of this encounter the asshole of the two. Harry watched their slowly shaking hands carefully. Inwardly surprised by the warmth and scratch of calluses given off by Malfoy’s hand.   “May I buy your coffee?” Malfoy said in a strained voice. Harry marveled at what must be deeply imbedded manners that he had never been on the receiving end of. Harry appreciated the strength it must have taken to offer.

“Oh, no really—“

“I insist.” Malfoy said and turned once again to the counter.

“Actually,” said the barista, “he drinks tea. Earl Grey to be exact.”

“Come here often, do you?” Malfoy smirked.

“Its near my flat.”

“Any turnover today? We have your favorite. You might as well if he’s buying, eh?”

“Oh, no thanks, that’s really not necessary–”

“Just get the damn turnover, Potter.” Malfoy whispered, looking behind him at the impatient line.

“Ok, sure Brian,” Harry said to the barista. He headed over to the pick up counter as Malfoy took out his wallet and pulled out muggle money, looking as if he thoroughly understood it.

Harry’s mind was spinning. What the bloody hell was Malfoy doing in a Muggle Coffee House, using muggle money and buying Harry his tea? He’s up to something, he thought. He had to be if he was acting this way. Harry hadn’t seen him for over a year, the last time being an awkward encounter of wand returning on Harry’s part and a quick, quiet yet heard ‘thank you’ from Malfoy. Harry hadn’t heard anything about Malfoy since then. Not even a rumor. What had he been doing the last year?

Harry’s pondering was broken when Malfoy came to stand next to him to wait.

“What are you doing here?” Harry said.

“Waiting for my drink,” purposefully misunderstanding him.

“Since when do you go to muggle places? With muggle money, no less?” Malfoy opened his mouth to speak but Harry was just too curious. Thousands of theories were whirling through his mind, anything from terrorist to obliviate mishaps. It was sixth year all over again. “And what have you been up to this past year? You’ve been totally off the grid. No one knew, and I asked everyone–”

“Had no idea you cared so much, Potter.” Harry glared at him. “I’ve been right here. I live about four blocks from here, on Maple Lane.” Suspicious, thought Harry. And as if sensing his unease he added. “Plus no-one, typically I guess I should say, recognizes me.”

“Earl Grey’s, and apple turnover!” They turned and collected their items, making their way to the service table to get their sugar and cream. Harry raised his eyebrow in slight surprise that they had ordered the same thing, but he had bigger suspects to ask about.

“You live on Maple Lane? Why the fuck would you be living there?” An older lady next to Harry gave him a slight scoff at his language. He ignored it. “What happened to Malfoy Manor?”

“It no longer suited me.” Walking over to an empty table, Draco pulled a book from his messenger bag. Harry followed him, awkwardly not sitting. Without looking up from his book, Malfoy asked if he was waiting for an invitation.

Harry sat quietly for several minutes, fixing his tea correctly. He observed Malfoy; his trademark white blonde hair cut short with just a few frays over his eyes (which stayed immobile as he “read” making Harry wonder what he was thinking about). He had rolled up his sleeves in the unusually hot weather exposing Harry to see his Dark Mark. However, Harry was much more fascinated with a new tattoo on the inside of this wrist that spelled out CHOICE.

“Your tea will over brew.” Harry said, checking his watch.

“I like it strong.”

“It’s been six minutes.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Malfoy groaned, rushing to fix his very dark tea. Suddenly the weirdness of the situation began to hit Harry and he started laughing, and snorted and consequently laughed even harder.

“What are you on about, Potter?”

“Sorry, I just think it’s kind of funny. Surreal, I guess. Don’t you think it’s weird? I mean, we even ordered the same drink.” Malfoy didn’t look quite as amused. “I haven’t had much sleep lately.” Harry felt the need to add.


“But seriously, why Maple Lane? Out of all the places in London, in the world really, you chose Maple Lane?” Harry began to devour his turnover.

“It was nice, clean and fit my budget,” he determinedly stared at his hand stirring his tea.

Harry scoffed, “You have a budget?”

“Yes, that tends to happen when you’re disowned.”

“What?” Harry put down his cup, “why?” Malfoy just sipped his tea, clearing refusing to answer. Deciding he should keep things on the lighter side and not end things in a duel today, he said “that is a nice area. I live about a block away.”

“Near the park?”

“Yeah, I go there pretty often to think. Or escape Ginny.” Shit, why did I just say that?

“The Weaselette? Why would you need to escape her? Isn’t she your girlfriend?” Malfoy leaned closer, his interest peaked.

“Well, you know how girls can be–I’m sure you’ve wanted to escape Parkinson loads of times.”

“Way more times than that, but Pansy was never my girlfriend.” He leaned back again and took another sip.

Harry smirked, “Girlfriend, sex slave, whatever you called her–same principles–”

“Sex slave? Lets get one thing straight here, Pansy and I never slept together.”

“Never? Really?” Malfoy shook his head, “I owe Ron ten Galleons.”

Malfoy laughed, “he won’t know what to do with himself.” Harry ignored the jab at Ron, “why were you wagering about my sex life anyway?”

“Oh, you know, it just came up…”

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, “and how exactly does that subject come up?”

Harry was getting flustered now, “just talking you know, and it came up. I was completely obsessed with you in sixth year–” Harry stopped talking. They had been doing so good and Harry had stepped right onto a huge red button. Malfoy didn’t move, didn’t breath, waiting for Harry’s next words. Harry had many options, finish his sentence, get up and leave, or “Let’s just stick to the present, yeah?”

Harry wasn’t quite sure why he had picked this option so he instead chose to fold his napkin into impossible small squares.

“Why are you even talking to me?” Malfoy whispered, as if he didn’t want to know the answer and already regretted asking.

“I don’t know,” Harry said slowly, “I guess, I’ve always found you interesting.”

“Because I’m always up to no good, eh?”

Harry thought for a moment, “not exactly.”

Malfoy’s eyes buzzed, but before he could ask him to clarify–Harry noticed that his cup was empty. “I should probably get going…I’ve escaped for too long already.” Harry grinned and stood. Malfoy stood as well, ingrained manners and all that.  Harry shifted his weight to either feet and cursed how fidgety he was when he felt awkward. He reached out to shake his hand again, “it was actually decent talking to you, Malfoy.”

Malfoy nodded, his cheeks tinting with pink. And just as Harry turned to leave…

“You could owl me.” Malfoy cleared his throat as Harry spun around, convinced he misheard. “You know, if you wanted to, erm, get tea again. Or something.” He cleared his throat once more, and then sat without looking up and determinedly stared at his open book.

“Right.” And then Harry walked out the door with that same shocked, stroke-like face he had on when he had heard Malfoy’s voice earlier. Although this time, with a small smile tugging at his lips, because Draco Sodding Malfoy had just asked him to owl him sometime.

Harry didn’t go chasing over Ginny like he probably ought have when he got home. In fact, he wasn’t sure how it got to be ten at night at all, he was so lost in thought all afternoon. He had even forgotten about dinner. But it didn’t seem to matter much to him as he poured his second two-fingers of fire whiskey. Not much was mattering to him at all, actually.

He sat on his counter tops (a love he believes came from always having to clean Aunt Petunia’s counter tops) dangling his feet and taking in 12 Grimmauld place. This whole past year he had spent trying to decalcify this tomb of a house and he thought he had done a pretty damn good job. His days had only consisted of tea, housework, the Weasleys plus Hermione, and the occasional trip to Hogwarts for some volunteer repair work. If he was feeling really adventurous, he would go out for ice cream or people watch in muggle London. He hadn’t felt this free since those two weeks in the Leaky Cauldron back in third year.

Harry poured himself a third glass.

He jumped off the counters, and then held on to them very tightly for a few seconds afterwards, before making his way through the house. Nothing screamed at him anymore and no poisons lurked under the impression of dust. Kreacher no longer muttered threateningly in dark corners, but rather whistled as he cooked for Master Harry every day.

He made his way up the stairs to his bedroom where he spent a good fifteen minutes just staring at his wardrobe. Malfoy had looked so bloody perfect in his muggle clothes today. He stood there looking so natural in a crisp white button down shirt, black blazer and dark denim jeans. He could have been raised muggle, he fit in so well. And his stupid hair had been so perfectly messy in that “on purpose” sort of way with the exact right amount of strands falling into his eyes. Those stupid piercing gray eyes, and white blonde hair, and posh fucking accent. And that tattoo.

What in the bloody hell did that mean? CHOICE. Harry wanted to know the whole story.

Harry poured his fourth glass, grateful he had thought to bring the bottle with him.

He pulled at his ratty old t-shirt and baggy jeans (repeated ten-fold in his wardrobe) and promised himself he would update his closet tomorrow. If he was going to have to owl Malfoy then he needed a better wardrobe. He had to owl him, he had to know about that tattoo, if anything, he reasoned. He was dizzy.

He plopped on the bed, letting his now empty glass fall with him and took another swig of out of the bottle until somehow his eyes just seemed much too tired and his conscience seemed much too tired to remind him that he was supposed to be at the Burrow with Ginny…He just needed to close his eyes for a bit…

Harry was in a warm place, he liked it. Malfoy was in front of him, but it was young Malfoy with slicked back hair and an outstretched hand, “I can help you there…”

“I think I can tell for myself, thanks.”

And then young Malfoy morphed into the Malfoy of today with short hair and slight blonde stubble, a man’s body. Harry couldn’t help but notice. This time Harry took his hand and was rewarded with such a beautiful smile. It made Harry smile back.

Malfoy was on the ground now, an arm held above his face, protecting himself. The word ‘CHOICE’ lifting off of his wrist and floating in the air like a cloud, pulsing light until it was so bright that Harry had to look away…

“Harry, mate, wake up.” Ron called, lightly slapping his cheek.

“Ron? Wha..?” Harry tried to get up on his elbows, but the pulsing in his head made him fall back down on the bed again immediately. “Fuck.”

Ron grinned over him, handing him a bottle of hangover remedy. “Yeah, I heard you and Ginny got into it again, she wouldn’t tell me what happened but Hermione had to come over. Didn’t know you were so upset about it, you should have invited me over. I would have gotten pissed with you.”

The day before rushed into Harry’s brain, he remember the fight he should be more upset over, seeing Draco, drinking tea with Draco, dreaming of Draco…Malfoy. Dreaming of Malfoy. Thought that probably wasn’t any better. Harry gulped down the potion. ”Erm, right. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Yeah, I mean I get that she’s my sister and it might be a little weird, but I am here for you.” Ron said softly, flushing slightly.

“I know that, Ron.” Harry, feeling the potion take effect, he stood from the bed and walked over to the bathroom to start getting ready. “Listen, do you want to go shopping with me?”


Thank you for reading!

I will post links for chapter two & chapter three once I have uploaded them. They are written, just in final edits. 


title | interlude

notes | This might be a little random and choppy, but sometimes I just like (and need) to write with no plan in mind and enjoy the process. Tonight was one of those nights, so this is just a plotless little established!Snowbarry scene, with some Westhawne hints and Friendly Five mentions.

For the fastest man alive (relatively speaking), he’s embarrassingly slow on the uptake, Barry thinks, smiling fondly as he catches a pair of dark eyes from across a crowded room. He watches, heart pitching into a fluttering upbeat, as a soft smile curls across red lips and Caitlin diverts her path to intersect it with his. She looks breathtaking in a red dress and gold heels, auburn hair tumbling down into a seemingly lazy cascade of curls (that she probably spent far too much time perfecting). But really, it’s that smile and the look in her eyes that set it all off—radiating the beauty she possesses both inside and out, on full display for anyone lucky enough to hold her attention.

That she’s chosen to give that attention to him is something that still trips him up sometimes (and took way too long to figure out, hence being slow on the uptake). He’s not really sure he deserves the honor of her affection, but he’s not stupid enough to argue the point: Caitlin’s made it abundantly clearly many times that she makes her own choices and he’s learned to just be grateful those choices include him. (He still suffers setbacks now and again, moments of crippling doubt, especially when that choice puts her in danger, but she’s exceptionally skilled at reassuring him).

Barry is lost in this vortex of thoughts, eyes still firmly planted on her origin point, when Caitlin glides into his personal space with the ease of practice, the warmth in her expression particularly tangible up close and suffusing him with its heat. “Sorry I’m late,” she breathes, leaning up on the toes of her heels to snag a quick kiss.

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KC + “i’m on a date with this creepy dude and now i am trying to escape from him so could you please help me through this window” au

Happy (early!) birthday, Paula! You (and the pretty things you make) are a delight and I hope you have a great day!

Just A Grumpy Optimist

In her twenty-five years on planet Earth Caroline Forbes had been on many dates. A couple of great ones, some that fell firmly into the ‘eh’ category. But this one? This one, if it could even be called a date, was easily the worst dating experience of her life. Including that time she’d been with a guy who had no idea how to change a tire, or seemed to understand that Caroline (and her tiny lady brain) could, and she’d been wearing white.

Everyone else at the party seemed to be having a good time so it wasn’t like that was the problem. And Caroline looked hot, and was a delightful conversationalist, if she did say so herself, so neither was she. No, it was the fact that her date couldn’t bother to feign even a fleeting interest in either Caroline’s boobs or her brain that had made this night a miserable disaster.

She was going to strangle Elena Gilbert one of these days.

And the evening had started so promisingly. Caroline had been pleased to see that Stefan Salvatore was cute, if a little glum. Set up or not attractiveness was a bonus. But not a big enough one to make Caroline overlook the fact that he was ass backwards in love with one of her oldest friends. Who happened to be dating his brother.

Things had quickly gone downhill after she’d arrived.

Elena had asked Caroline to meet Stefan initially, had set those big brown doe eyes to pleading and Caroline hadn’t been able to say no despite her distaste for blind dates. ‘He’s such a great guy, Care. I don’t know why he’s still single!’ Elena had lamented. Caroline had tried to stay strong, but damn it if it wasn’t still impossible to say no to Elena. She’d agreed to attend a party at Damon’s place, had even worn what she knew was a traffic stopping dress. And super cute underwear because sue her, she was an optimist.

Half an hour after arriving it had been clear that her effort was pointless. And she’d totally solved the mystery of Stefan Salvatore’s singlehood.

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