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A Midnight of Emotions

pairing: Nanami x Haibara, Satoru x Suguru, Nanami x Gojo (at least the beginnings of it)

warnings: ANGST I'm sorry

synopsis: Gojo comes back from a mission and runs into Nanami. It's Haibara's birthday and the 2 of them get drunk on the roof of the school in his memory and end up falling asleep together in Nanami's bed. They find a kinship in each other for both having lost their best friend (gay).

word count: 2.4k

a/n: My most beloved mutual @pinkished gave me the inspo for this as she has with so many other fics I've written (and may one day post). Also this is sort of canon compliant but not with ages or dates because I was too lazy to look them up lol.

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Gojo came back to campus late one night, having just finished a mission. It had been a few months since Geto defected, but the pain in his heart was still palpable. Every day he thought about his best friend, his one and only. How things could have turned out differently if he had just paid attention. If he had just been there.

With his eyes cast down he nearly ran straight into Nanami, who had his back to him as he quietly closed the door to the dorm building.

“Nanami? What are you doing?” Gojo asked.

Nanami jumped and whipped around, hiding his hands behind his back. “Oh, Gojo, um, nothing I’m just... going for a walk.”

Gojo had never seen Nanami flustered before, making him momentarily forget his sadness as his curiosity piqued.

“Oh? Well why do you look so nervous then? What do you have behind your back?” Gojo asked, with a teasing smile, trying to peer around Nanami's back.

Nanami shifted to conceal what was behind him, a vein pulsating in his head as he grew irritated, “Nothing. Don’t you have something better to do? Some curses to exorcize that only ‘the strongest’ can handle?”

At that, Gojo’s smile fell. ‘The strongest’ used to mean him and Suguru. Now it was just him. Alone.

Nanami immediately regretted snapping. Even though it had been a year since Yu died, he still thought of his best friend every day. In fact, today would have been Yu’s 18th birthday. One of their favorite things to do was sneak sake out of Yaga’s personal stash and get tipsy on the roof of the school and just talk the night away. In honor of that, Nanami had secured some sake and was on his way to the roof when he ran into Gojo.

“Listen, Gojo I’m s--” Nanami started.

“No. Sorry I pried. I’ll leave you be.” Gojo began to turn away when Nanami spoke up again.

“It’s Yu’s birthday today.”

At that, Gojo turned around. What day was it? Oh, he realized, it was his birthday. Haibara should have been turning 18 this year.

Nanami continued, bringing his hands to his front as he did, “Me and Yu used to celebrate a mission gone well or a special occasion by stealing some sake from Yaga and drinking on the roof. Since it’s his birthday, I was going to continue that tradition...” Nanami held the bottle of sake in front of him.

Gojo looked at the bottle and then at Nanami. He could hear the sadness in Nanami’s voice. When Suguru left that day, it felt like he lost a part of himself too. But at least Suguru was alive. He couldn’t imagine how Nanami felt, having to watch his best friend die and being powerless to help him. Much like he was powerless to help Suguru.

“Oh..” was all Gojo mustered to say.

Nanami continued, “If you’d like, you can join me tonight. Haibara always looked up to you...” Nanami trailed off again.

Gojo thought for a second. He wasn’t a fan of alcohol. But with how depressed he felt about Suguru leaving, and given that it was Haibara’s birthday, he figured he could endure it for one night.

“All right. Lead the way.”

Nanami led Gojo through the way he and Haibara used to get on the roof. Once on top, Gojo looked around. The moon was full, illuminating everything, leaving the secrets of the night with no place to hide. It was all bared for the stars to see.

“This is nice. I can’t believe I’ve never been up here before.” Gojo said.

“Yeah. It's peaceful up here.”

The two of them sat in silence for some time. Each thinking about the partner they loved and ultimately lost.

“Well. Happy 18th Birthday Yu. This is for you.” And Nanami tipped the sake bottle back to his lips and took a long drink, and then passed it to Gojo.

Gojo took the bottle carefully, “Happy Birthday Haibara.” And he took a sip, forcing the liquid down his throat as it burned.

“Ack I don’t get how people drink this stuff.” Gojo groaned, handing the bottle back to Nanami, who was already sporting a rosy tint to his cheeks, visible by the light of the moon.

“Haha Yu used to say the same thing. But he said he wasn’t gonna let me drink alone and have all the fun. Then it just became a tradition to do after a successful mission.” Nanami wore a small smile on his face, recalling all the good times they had together, and then he took another long swig.

“You also just get used to it over time. Here.” He said, passing it back to Gojo.

Gojo looked at the bottle with a grimace but took a larger sip this time, thoughts about how Suguru would have enjoyed it up here plagued his mind and helped the clear liquid slide down his throat.

They sat in silence again. Both boys growing redder as the sake bottle emptied.

It was Nanami who eventually broke the silence, voice trembling and slurred, “I miss him so much.”

Gojo was shocked at the other boy’s sudden vulnerability. Nanami was usually so stoic and quiet. Yet here he was, eyes glistening in the moonlight as he looked out at the world beyond.

Gojo looked down, “I miss him too.” He responded quietly. He hadn’t drank as much as Nanami but he could still feel his body tingling, could feel the emotions he was trying to suppress bubbling to the surface, threatening to spill over like the tears in Nanami’s eyes.

“We weren’t strong enough to save either of them.” Nanami sniffled, mouth quivering, still looking out at the lights of the non-sorcerer world.

At that, the tightness in Gojo’s chest finally bursted open. The pain and loss and helplessness he felt was finally coming to the surface. He couldn’t ignore it any longer as tears ran down his cheeks and he gritted his teeth. No matter what he did, they wouldn’t stop.

The only other one with the title of ‘the strongest’, his best friend, his one and only, Suguru...had gone down a path he could not follow and he was powerless to stop him. For all his strength he couldn’t even keep Suguru by his side. Suguru Suguru Suguru. A name that once filled him with such joy and love and pride, now only left him in despair. What good was any of this if he couldn’t share it with the one he cared for the most? Who could he save if he couldn’t even save the person closest to him? What use was he to the world?

He looked up at the stars, tears running down his cheeks, why why why why. Why was fate so cruel? Why did Suguru leave? Why wasn’t he enough for him to be happy in this world?

What broke Gojo out of his spiral was the soft snoring coming from Nanami, wet streaks painting his cheeks. It looked like whatever tightness Nanami was holding in his chest finally broke too.

Gojo felt a little bit guilty. Nanami drank most of the sake because Gojo only took small sips after the second one. When he was up here with Haibara it was probably more of a 50/50 split.

He looked out at the city beyond, wondering where Suguru was right now, what he was doing.

Gojo sighed and dried his face, it was no use wondering. He could only save those who were prepared to be saved. And right now, Nanami looked like he was about to roll right off the roof.

Despite not having drunk that much, Gojo was still a lightweight and could feel the effects of the alcohol. Because of it, he didn’t really trust that he could use his technique right now, so he picked Nanami up the old fashioned way and carried his passed out junior back to his dorm. It was a significant struggle getting off the roof with the deadweight of an 18 year old boy on your shoulders, especially when you’ve been drinking. But Gojo managed to do it while only knocking Nanami’s head into something once.

When they were back in Nanami’s dorm, Gojo took off his shoes and put him to bed, laying him on his side just in case. He stood there for a bit, wondering if it would really be okay to leave Nanami alone. He was a little concerned about how much the boy drank, and to be honest, he wasn’t too keen on being alone right now. The alcohol exacerbated his pent up emotions and led his thoughts down dark paths.

Gojo was pondering his options when Nanami spoke in his sleep, “Yu? Where’d you go? Come back.” As Nanami spoke he reached over to the empty side of his bed, eyebrows furrowing when he was met with nothing, “Come back, Yu. Please”

Through the light of the moon pouring in through the windows, Gojo could see tears forming in the corners of Nanami’s eyes again, the streaks down his cheeks only barely dried.

Gojo sighed for the second time that night. He knew how that felt. Him and Suguru had shared a bed many, many times before. They always shared one on missions, and occasionally snuck into each other’s dorm for sleepovers at school. Honestly, he missed the feeling of having someone by his side. When he started going on missions alone, he found it hard to sleep, but eventually got used to it. Now though, after Suguru’s defection, he found himself lying awake most of the night. Feeling so small in his own bed.

“Please” Nanami’s lips quivered. Gojo sighed for a third time and crawled into bed next to Nanami, “You’re fine Nanami. Go to bed. I’m here.”

At that Nanami’s face softened and he laid his hand on Gojo’s shoulder. His light snores filled the room once more.

Despite himself, Gojo’s eyes began to feel heavy. The bed was comfortable, and it was comforting having another body next to him, even if it wasn’t Suguru. Soon enough, both boys had drifted off, the moon shining a light across their chests, rising and falling in sync.

Gojo was the first to wake the next morning, a sun beam right in his eyes. He looked over and Nanami was still asleep, rolled over with his back to him now. Well, the guy made it through the night without throwing up and he was still breathing. Gojo considered that a win.

Carefully and as quietly as possible, he got up from the bed and made his way to the kitchen. His head was lightly pounding, likely from the alcohol and the tears he shed last night. Tears he had been holding in for months. He got himself a glass of water and then started making breakfast for himself. By the time he sat down to eat, Nanami came dragging his feet into the kitchen, eyes squished in pain and a hand on his head.

“Good morning”, Gojo chimed. He was unsure what the other boy remembered of last night.

Nanami looked at him through pained eyes, “Good morning.” And then went to get himself a glass of water. After downing it he seemed to feel a little bit better.

“Hey, about last night...I don’t remember too much of it but I hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble...” Nanami looked away. He had only ever really gotten tipsy with Haibara, but he guessed he drank more than he was used to. At least, that’s what his spotty memory and pounding head were telling him.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t trouble but you definitely owe me for having to carry you passed out back to your dorm.” Gojo smirked.

Nanami’s eyes widened as a blush overtook his face, “You had to carry me back!?” He asked, embarrassed.

“Yep and I had to take your shoes off and get up close and personal with your stinky feet.” Gojo teased.

At that, the vein in Nanami’s head pulsed but he bit his tongue, “Well,” he began in a tight voice, “Thank you for carrying me back. I’ll be sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Mhmm I’ll always be here to save you Nanaminnnnn” Gojo grinned as Nanami’s grip on his glass tightened and the vein pulsed faster.

Nanami didn’t even bother to reply, still partially ashamed that he made Gojo deal with him while he was drunk. He’d let his teasing go. This time.

As Gojo watched Nanami leave, he thought about everything that happened last night.

Nanami apparently didn’t remember anything, or he was just lying. Either way, Gojo wasn’t going to bring it up. It was a vulnerable night for both of them. And to be frank, Gojo was not one to be vulnerable around others. Suguru was the only one who ever got to see that side of him. At that thought, Gojo tensed, expecting to feel the same suffocating tightness in his chest that always accompanied thoughts of Suguru. But he didn’t. Yes, the tightness in his chest was still there, but it wasn’t as suffocating. It didn’t feel like somebody ripped a hole into his heart. He could breathe. And he did. A full breath of air, letting the thought of Suguru come and go. Maybe being vulnerable and trusting others wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Nanami left the kitchen and walked towards the bathrooms to take a shower. He had lied. He was drunk last night, yeah, but he remembers crying. He remembers hearing Gojo crying, asking the stars “why?” over and over again. He had even woken up in the middle of the night to find Gojo sleeping next to him, just like Yu used to, with Nanami’s hand on his shoulder. He’s surprised the boy didn’t tease him about it, as irritating him seems to be one of Gojo’s other innate techniques. But, he supposed even Gojo has limits. After all, they both lost their partners, their best friend, the person closest to them. Both because they were too weak, just in different ways. As Nanami climbed into the shower, he began to feel a sense of kinship with Gojo. And, was that even a spark of respect?

“Oh Nanamiiiiiinnnnnnnnn I thought of the first way you could repay me for my heroic selflessness and for having to smell your stinky feeeetttttt” Gojo sang from the hallway.

Nanami’s head began to pound harder. Nope. He definitely did not respect Gojo Satoru.

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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Can you do HCs for the brothers with an MC who gets drunk and starts to explain all the things they love about the brother(s)? Like the alcohol finally allows them to be confident in declaring their feelings and love for the demon boys, since MC is typically on the shy side when not intoxicated lol ^w^

This one’s really sweet actually, so I’ll start that now :D

Brothers Reaction to MC Drunk Talking

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Lucifer

You called him completely wasted to get him to pick you up

He left you alone for one hour and now look how you ended up, he thought, as you stumbled into the car, waving goofily at him as he shook his head

After the car ride back, and listening to all your terrible jokes, he had to carry you to your room because you almost fell down the stairs in your drunken state

That’s when he felt your head hit his chest and your arms wrap around his neck, giving him sloppy kisses along his jaw line

He could feel your smile as your lips brushed against his neck

You started slurring your words to him and how much he means to you and how deeply in love with him you are, this big sappy smile stretched across your face

He can’t help but blush when you started telling him things you’ve never told him before, all the things you admire about him and love.

After kicking open the door to your room, a few minutes since you last spoke, he places you down on your bed and turns to leave when he feels a hand grab his coat sleeve

He turns around to see you stretching across, tugging on his clothes, this sad pleading look in your eye as you beg him to stay with you

How can he say no to that face...

Mammon

As your first, he was the one who had to go with you to this party you were invited to

He watched you get completely hammered, throwing back drink after drink

He pulled you away after a good 10 or so shots into a small room away from the noise

You slouch against him, kissing all over his face, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to get closer

He pushes you off. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drunk, after all

Sits you down on a nearby chair where you completely just melt into him, your head settled in the crook of his neck as his ears and face turn bright red

He could hear you mumbling into his neck so he sits you up to hear you better, looking at your small smile and droopy eyelids. Somehow you still look good completely intoxicated

You begin to tell him, in your drunken words, how much you love him and how happy you are whenever he’s around. All the things you love about him come spilling out your mouth, making him so very flustered

He was too busy taking in your words to notice anything you were doing now, this huge grin on his lips thinking about your words over and over again in his head.

So when he looks down, he sees you and passed out right there on his shoulder, a little smile plastered on your lips

Laughs to himself, rubbing your shoulder and giving you a kiss on your head. He’s glad you’re his human

Leviathan

Who the hell would trust him to go get you, he thought, as he walks down the street to where you’ve gotten yourself completely wasted

Walks through the door to see you sat down, your head resting on the table. He sighs to himself as he realised you’ve passed out

He has no clue how he’s supposed to haul you all the way home

Ends up having to carry you down the street back home, which that itself embarrasses him

Suddenly feels you groan and it startles him, a hand slivering around his neck and pulling his head towards your lips

Shakes you off but can’t ignore you calling out his name in your intoxicated state, so he looks you in the eyes and meets your gaze, all teary and drowsy.

You rub your face into his neck and start mumbling how special he is to you. This stops him in his tracks as he listen to you closely, taking in the several compliments you’re throwing at him

His face turns so red he thought he might explode, a smile creeping onto his lips as he imagines you telling him this when you aren’t wasted, but quickly realises that would never happen

This is just the alcohol talking... right?

Multiple slurred I love you’s escape your lips as he continues to walk, just trying to get home so he can forget this ever happened

You were still telling him all these wonderful things as he got to your bedroom door.

He was indecisive about staying with you, but when you tugged on his shirt after he tried to leave, that was it. He wasn’t planning on leaving you alone tonight

Satan

Shakes his head at the state of you stumbling over to him, arms outstretched as soon as you saw him

He couldn’t help but laugh slightly as you trip into his arms, looking up at him in need of his assistance

Pulls one of your arms over his shoulder and walks with you back to the house, listening to you hum a song he presumed you’d just made up on the spot

He smiles at you, finding you surprisingly cute when you’re drunk

Stops walking when he feels your lips press against the skin of his neck and he turns to you, telling you no

He feels sorta bad when you give him these big puppy eyes and decides to give you a quick kiss on the head instead before walking again

He feels your weight on him while he walks and the side of your head pressed to his shoulder

He was about to ask you how you were holding up when you beat him to it, slurring your own words of love and affection, leaving him speechless

You told him what you thought of him, how considerate he was and how caring. How much you loved him and cared for him. You were spilling compliment after compliment to him, so much that he could hardly get a word in

He didn’t know what to say as he was overcome with all these emotions and he was quickly getting flustered, shaking his head, just trying to get you home first

When you two were back at home. He got you a glass of water and sat you down, your hand glued to his as you drank it and passed out soon after.

He got you in to bed and climbed in with you, holding you tight. He never wants to let you go after telling him that

Asmodeus

Challenged you to another drinking contest, giving you human world alcohol this time so he doesn’t lose miserably again

Eyes you down as you throw back one, two, three shots, each one making your words seem incomprehensible, and after around only an hour, you could hardly hold your head up

Asmo had successfully won and he was currently watching you stumble around, slight humour in his voice as he told you it was time to go home before Lucifer has a fit

With your arm around his shoulder, he walked you home, making sure you don’t hurt yourself in your drunk state

Plenty kisses were scattered along his neck and jaw line as he fought off the urge to just tackle you down and do the same back to you

He listens as you mindlessly told him stories that didn’t really make any sense but he was all for it, and enjoyed seeing that goofy smile of yours anyway

He heard you call out his name so suddenly, sort of in a whiny voice, so he turned to you, scanning over your face, making sure you were doing okay

That’s when you started to just tell him about all these amazing things that you see in him, and how much he means to you and how deeply you were in love with him

You got him flustered. Completely. His face was covered in this red blush as he stared down at you in such awe, that he wanted to kiss you all over your face

He wasn’t so used to love, more lust, so to hear all these words come from you, he felt so many butterflies in his stomach, he could barely take it

Soon after, you two arrived back home and you were straight in his bed, cuddling up to him in his embrace, his face rubbing into your neck, smiling like a little kid

He was fast asleep moments after, still holding on to you just as tight as before

Beelzebub

Felt in the mood for a martini so invited you to join him

Didn’t expect humans to be this affected by them only 2 drinks in

Watched you slump on the couch with your head tilting back, Beel looking on at you, concerned

He walked towards you to check if you were doing alright when all of a sudden, you reached forward for him, doing those little grabby hands

He felt a blush spread across his cheeks as he let you grab him and cuddle into his arm

He rubbed your other arm soothingly, as you put your face into his neck, rubbing your nose onto his skin

He heard you slur I love you, which he said back to you, giving you a smile and a kiss on the cheek

But then you just started to ramble all these nice things about him. How dear he is to you and how much he’s lightened your life.

He listened to you, his eyes never leaving yours as you list off all the qualities you love about him, and how much you don’t want him to leave you, making him smile to his ears and squeeze you into a tight hug

The next thing he knows, he hears a silent snore from you and this cute little smile appears on your lips. He rests his head on yours, pulls you closer to him and falls asleep next to you. He’ll move you later, but for now... he just wants to spend this moment with you

Belphegor

Very close to walking back home and going to sleep when he saw you slouched against the wall with a bottle of alcohol next to you

Sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to where you were sat, calling out your name a few times and giving your shoulder a shake

When you looked up at him, he couldn’t help but turn away to conceal his laughter at your mess of a face. Your hair messed up and ear lids so droopy you look like you hadn’t slept in days

He pulled you up, determined to just get this over with and get back into bed with you

The walk home was filled with silent giggles and the occasional sound of scraping feet

He looks over at you to ask what was so funny when you surprise kissed his lips. He was shocked but shook his head and smiled, ignoring it and carrying on. He wouldn’t make a move on you while you were drunk

He felt your head drop onto his shoulder and he could feel you pouting on his neck, letting out a huff exactly like a child would do

Found it ridiculously cute to be honest but really just wanted to go to sleep

Half way back home, he heard you start talking to yourself, most of it was useless babble, but then his name came up and he started to listen to you

You named off all these kind words and all the things you loved about him. How much you appreciate his help and how special the times you two spend together are

He looks at you in awe and notices your goofy smile as you spoke about him, which made him smile back, giving you a small squeeze on your arm and a kiss on the head

Strings of I love you’s were all he heard all the way back home, but he didn’t mind, well, at least not for the first 2 minutes

Brought you to the attic in his arms, clinging on to you when he went past any of his brothers

Climbs into bed and litters your neck with kisses as he spoons you in his arms and listens to your soft snores as you fell asleep, your words replaying in his head as he too fell asleep with a smile on his lips

I got way too into this, I didn’t expect it to be this long—

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub

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cherryonigiri · 3 years

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nanami kento [evenings with you]

nanami kento x reader || cw: descriptions of blood/injuries, light angst

a/n: this is just self-indulgent writing for me but i'm v stressed about school rn and this is the result. just imagine that y/n is a bio/medical phd candidate lol.

Nanami can tell that you're stressed. Usually you savor the nights he's not on overtime, asking him about work and refusing to leave his side for most of the evening. He's used to you being attentive, so the fact that you've asked him the same question twice within the last ten minutes is already setting alarm bells ringing in his head. You're constantly fiddling with something, or flashing furtive glances towards the bedroom when you think he's not paying attention.

It only gets worse after dinner. You insist on washing up, something about how you want him to 'enjoy his night off.' Nanami compromises, silently grabbing a towel and drying the dishes. It's clear that your mind is elsewhere. Your hands scrub the porcelain on autopilot, and he can hear you muttering under your breath.

Every now and then you'll mutter a list of tasks under your breath. Nanami remembers you mentioning that things were hectic in lab. You're almost always still working when gets home from work, even when it's well past when you eat your dinner. It's clear that you've had a busy day-- the apartment is far more cluttered than it usually is. There are post-it and pieces of scrap paper stuck to every single surface, and a forgotten pile of folded laundry rests on the couch.

An intense burning sensation across your palm causes you cry out. "Shit!" You drop the knife you were washing in favor of cradling your already bleeding hand. Nanami is instantly by your side, firmly pressing the dishcloth against your cut. There is a worrying amount of red seeping into the fabric, so he silently ushers you to the bathroom.

It's a strange reversal of roles. He's used to being the one leaning leaning against the counter while you bandage his wounds. Instead, it's you who is perched on the marble surface, wincing as he dabs an antiseptic soaked cotton ball against your injury. "Sorry, I'm almost done," he says when you let out a loud hiss.

"It's fine," you reply, sheepishly looking away. "I should have been paying more attention."

Nanami chooses to only respond with a nonchalant hum, focusing on cleaning your palm. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he applies ointment to the cut, adding gauze once he's finished. It's only when he reaches for the bandages that he decides to ask. "What's stressing you out?"

Your eyes widen as you realize you've been caught. Nanami is rarely home early these days, especially since he's been mentoring Itadori on behalf of Gojo. (Not that you mind - in the few times you've met Itadori through video call with Nanami, the pink-haired student's sunny disposition has never failed to cheer you up.) When he'd texted you saying he'd be home by dinner, you'd jumped at the opportunity to spend some much needed time with him. You'd pulled out the stops, cooking something a little fancier, and intent on spending the earlier part of the evening cuddling with him. Secretly, you had planned to sneak out of bed after he'd fallen asleep (he always goes to bed early on days like these) and finish preparing for the gauntlet of meetings and presentations you had tomorrow. It was your fault for putting off the tasks, and you didn't want to let your own bad habits get in the way of some quality time with your boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot on my plate tomorrow." You do your best to laugh it off, but quickly trail off once when you catch Nanami's deadpan expression. He's always been too good at seeing through your white lies. "I put off some work..." A raised eyebrow from him prompts you to continue, "And I was planning on doing it after you went to bed..." You can't help it when your face scrunches into a pout. After all, now your carefully-laid deception has been revealed.

When Nanami bursts into amused chuckles, you're momentarily surprised, but quickly go back to sulking. "Stop laughing at me Ken!" you whine, "I'm a--"

"Self-aware procrastinator," he finishes your sentence with an amused grin. "I know love, I know. I've seen you write far too many papers within 24-hours of a deadline to be surprised." He presses an affectionate kiss against your wrist.

You scowl at your boyfriend, snatching your bandaged hand away from his grasp. "I'm glad that my suffering is entertaining for at least one person." You stomp back to the bedroom in faux-anger, smiling when you hear Nanami's footsteps not far behind you.

When he steps into the bedroom Nanami drapes his frame over your shoulders, his warm torso nestled against your back. "It is one of your more...endearing traits," he murmurs into your ear before pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. You can feel your cheeks and ears tingle at his words of affection.

"Sometimes you can be such a sweet talker," you mumble to yourself while you change into your pajamas. This week it's been an old Jujutsu tech hoodie and a pair of well-worn athletic shorts.

"Only for you," Nanami replies while he undoes the buttons of his outfit, chucking his tan pants and blue button up into the laundry basket in the corner. He dons a pair of sweatpants before returning your side to recapture you in another affectionate hug. It's a well kept secret of the Kento-Y/N household that Nanami Kento likes to lounge around shirtless in the privacy of his apartment. (You've been sworn to secrecy, but only because your boyfriend claims that Gojo and the students would have a field day teasing him if this information were to be made public amongst the jujutsu sorcerer community.)

Turning around, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your nose against his torso and taking in his comforting scent. It's been so long since the two of you have had a moment to yourselves, and for once your hectic thoughts are silenced in favor of sharing a moment of calm bliss with Nanami. He hums in appreciation, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

"Do you want to watch anything tonight?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

"No," he replies. "I was actually planning on reading the briefing Ichiji just sent me. Gojo apparently has another scheme up his sleeve." You giggle when your boyfriend lets out a pained sigh. On more than one occasion, your boyfriend has ranted to you about Gojo's unorthodox approach to exorcism. "I swear that idiot shaves a year off my lifespan every time I go on a mission with him," Nanami complains. "He's taking away the years I could spend in Malaysia."

You hum thoughtfully before responding, "Then do you mind--"

Once again, Nanami already knows what you're going to say. "Just remember to bring your laptop charger, I know you have a thousand tabs open on your computer right now," he says while exiting to the living room. After a few moments you join him, overburdened laptop and charger in hand. You both take your usual spots in the living room, him resting comfortably in the center of the loveseat and you sitting on a floor cushion, nestled between his legs. Soon you've fallen into a groove, fingers steadily typing on the keyboard. The warmth of Nanami's presence next to you brings a sense of calm, giving you the grounding focus you need to finish off the last of your tasks.

As he thumbs through the printouts Ichiji gave him, Nanami can't help but let his eyes drift towards you every now and then. You look so adorable when you work. From the way your brow furrows whenever you reread a line, to the way you unconsciously chew on your lip when you scrutinize your draft for any errors. Every now and then he'll gently run his fingers through your hair, relishing the content sighs you let out in response.

It only takes about another hour before you're (finally) closing all your tabs (he still doesn't know why your laptop hasn't crashed yet). As you scroll through social media, your head begins to droop. Soon enough you've fallen asleep, breaths coming in soft and even puffs as you rest against his thigh. Smiling to himself, he puts down his papers and gently lifts your body from the floor. He's careful not to wake you as he slowly makes his way back to the bedroom.

Setting you on the bed, he tucks you under the blankets before lying beside you. The moonlight coming through your window softly illuminates your relaxed features, and he softly traces the outline of your face with his thumb. As he continues to caress your cheek, his eyes are drawn to the dark circles under your eyes. He rarely falls asleep after you these days - between his physically demanding occupation and the ever growing number of things you are responsible for at work- he's often the first to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion while you work well into the night. Not to mention that he's had to spend an increasing number of nights away from you, either on challenging missions or accompanying Gojo's students. And while he knows most of your stress comes from being a student, he can't help but feel guilty about all the additional distress his status as a jujutsu sorcerer has caused you.

When you started dating him, you insisted that Shoko teach you how to suture. He hates how much your stitches have improved since then. The neatness of your stitches is a constant reminder of how much you've endured because of him. When he hears you trying to muffle your sobs into a pillow, he swears he can feel his heart crack in his chest, hurting more than any kind of physical wound from battle. Those nights end with him holding you tightly to his bandaged chest, murmuring reassurances and affection into the crown of your head until you've calmed down enough to fall into a fitful sleep. Even when you're unconscious he'll still continue, words morphing into apologies for the sadness he's inflicted upon your shoulders.

Feeling his eyelids being to droop, Nanami presses one last kiss against your forehead before laying down. He wraps his arms around your waist, surrounding you with warmth, hoping that his presence will be enough to keep your nightmares away, at least for tonight. I love you, y/n is the last thought he has before he drifts away, ready to dream of a tropical sunset and a peaceful future with you by his side.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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Wishing I could read something about Peraltiago talking about how they feel on all Teddy's proposals to Amy. They are really akward, uncomfortable moments and Teddy really crosses the limits every single time, and wish we knew more on their takes about it. Once I read a fic about Jake sending Rosa to stop Teddy and take care of Amy but it just not the same.

lol I have a fic on that topic exactly - I have a proposal for you - where I had the cathartic experience of writing about Rosa breaking Teddy’s hand for being so awful, but I agree with you, Teddy reappearing in the show is so uncomfortable each time ugggh. I thought the wedding one was the worst but then he shows up literally fathering a child with someone else and still does it, disgusting.

So maybe take this as taking place before that fic of mine, where Jake does mention how bad Teddy's proposals make them feel!

Jake can tell, just from the simple drop of her purse in the hallway, that it wasn't a good day.

Weird, how it's these tiny things that he's learned to read instantly - or maybe not, given that he's a detective trained to focus on details others would overlook, and being unable to stop the habit when it comes to the most important people in his life.

She tries to be all smiles when she comes into the living room, though, where Mac is happily rolling around in his playpen while Jake is folding laundry on the couch, the very picture of domesticity as she leans over the pen to kiss their squealing, giggling little baby. The view of her in one of her old pantsuits instead of her Sergeant's uniform is already making his hearts do little leaps even before she makes her way over to Jake for their customary Welcome Home kiss.

"How was that inter-department meeting today?" He asks as she shrugs off the suit jacket and continues her pace into the kitchen, setting aside a set of Mac's bibs that can't be folded anyway.

"Okay." She replies, and that's enough to make him abandon the laundry alltogether and follow her (one eye on Mac, of course, but he's not even crawling yet, and couldn't roll himself into any danger on his foam-based playmat - probably). It's rare that she doesn't have at least one inspiring, 'interesting' or just generally informative story to share from her meetings, the only person in probably all departments looking forward to them.

She's staring into the fridge when he reaches the room and leans against the counter, trying to gauge her level of upset. From the raised shoulders and the fact that she doesn't need to check the fridge to know they were going to order Chinese tonight, he guesses it's at a solid 8, at least.

"Teddy was there." She mumbles into the cold, bright space in front of her, and Jake's shoulders tense up just as much as hers even as he tries to sound as chill as possible.

"How is he?"

"Still extremely boring." Then, after a pause. "Still hung up on me."

So much for chill.

"Did he propose again?"

She nods and sighs, her shoulders dropping as she closes the fridge, but doesn't turn toward him.

"I don't know what's wrong with him." She says through gritted teeth, suddenly. "He has a child with someone. He has a wife. How can he look at them and turn around and-"

Mac's little happy cooing from the living room interrupts her, as do Jake's arms as they wind around her middle, his chin dipping into the space between her shoulder and her neck.

"That's probably a question only a therapist could answer, babe."

Amy sighs as she leans back, falls into the warmth and support of her own husband, the father of her child that she can hear happily babbling to himself from a room over, and wonders some more how Teddy could ever think he would be a better option for her.

"He wasn't like this when we were dating." She muses, and feels Jake's kiss against her jaw - a reflex action she's noticed whenever she mentions a past partner or anything, frankly, that reminds him that there was a point where he wasn't Jake Peralta-Santiago yet. But she kind of needs to finish this thought, and she knows he can handle it. "He was nice and kind and he wouldn't- he wasn't manipulative, pulling something like that in public, or deluded enough to think he was in the right for it. I mean, he thought he was pretty great, but he wouldn't have -"

"You musta broken something pretty major in his brain when you left him." Jake's voice is joking, luckily, but she can sense a hint of something more. "The absolute devastation of a Santiago break-up speech, rehearsed or not."

"Harsh, Jake."

"Remember manbun musician? He went downright insane after your split - not that he was probably the sanest person around before that, but-"

"You promised we'd never mention him again."

"I'm just saying. I don't think any man left by you is going to be completely right in the head after that."

"You're making me sound like some black widow monster." She smiles, though, hearing the awe and affection in his voice bleed through.

"I'm not judging those guys, anyway." He continues, and that tinge of something else in his words is back. "I mean, I can't imagine what I'd be like if you ever decided to take Teddy up on one of his proposals."

She straightens up from her lean on his chest, twists in his arms without breaking the hug, and stares right into him as she studies his face - his actually slightly scared face.

"Jake, you know that's not ever-"

"I was joking babe."

"No. Jake. That's not even an option. Not even an idea. Never. Not in a million years. Not if-"

She grabs his shirt where it's unbuttoned, right next to his heart, and his hand reaches up to squeeze hers like it always does, thumb swiping along her rings.

"I know, Ames." The soft kiss that follows calms her just as much. "I cashed out that jackpot and I'm not giving it back."

She hums as she kisses him again, leans her forehead against his for a deep breath.

"It's just... sad." She returns to her original train of thought. "That he can't move on despite his life doing so. I mean, it's been years. He's got a new job and a new partner and a new baby, and he's willing to, what, dump all that? For me? For that idolised image he probably has in his mind of me now, because nothing between us has been real since ages ago?"

"Wow, this is really bugging you."

"Yes! He's barging into my life and thinking he knows what's best for me and that it's him, like I'm some love-struck silly dreamgirl who's going to drop her entire world because he's romantic enough to go down on one knee in front of our colleagues and superiors who have no idea what's going on-!"

Mac's noises from the next room turn from content to disagreeing, growing into what is sure to be a cry any minute now, and it's the only thing that can make them break apart from their hug. He calms down immediately when Amy lifts him out of his pen, and holds him close while she settles on the sofa next to the half-done laundry basket, snuffling against her chest in a very obvious I’m hungry mom couldn’t you tell?! move before she can even unbutton her dress shirt.

He latches on immediately when her shirt is open and her bra pulled down - not a nursing bra today, considering she got ready for an important work meeting - while she feels Jake rearrange the pillows behind her and to her side to get her comfortable, without a second of hesitation or having to think about it. He moves on to pick up the jacket she's dropped onto a dining room chair, drapes it on a hanger in the hallway, and she feels the soft prick of tears in her eyes before he settles down again next to the two of them with a glass of water for her set on the coffee table.

Jake only hums as he notices the shine in her eyes too, and wipes across her cheek. He knows that nursing can get her into a pretty emotional state sometimes, but this is probably a bit more than that.

"I love you." She says, and barely waits for his return of I love you too to continue. "I can't believe Teddy expects me to look at Mac, and look at you, and still think he could ever be a better offer for anything I want."

"Aw, babe." He grins softly in return while playing with Mac's foot that is kicking in his direction, covered in the fuzziest green socks with red apples on them. "You scored a pretty dope 2-for-1 deal with us, I admit."

“Before that, too.” She insists, leaning to unlatch Mac and hand him over to Jake to burp as they always do while she buttons back up, thinking about Teddy’s many proposals before Mac was even planned on. “Jake, you know that, right? You alone were the best deal first and foremost.”

He smiles at her, Mac’s soft little curls right next to his cheek as he sways and pats his back, but it doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“Jake-”

“You were happy with him.” He says, quietly, while Mac lets out his usual milky burp and smiles at him much wider when he wipes him clean with the linen cloth pulled from his shoulder. “I know it’s in the past and I - I’m not jealous or anything that stupid, but. Like you said... He wasn’t like this back then, and you were happy.”

His eyes seem forlorn, even as he smiles at the now sleepy baby in his lap that looks so much like him it always makes her heart twinge, that little bundle of joy with Amy’s dark hair and skin that seems to know the Cuban sun without ever having been there.

“And I know it’s not - and it doesn’t make sense to think about, but - sometimes his stupid proposals made me wonder what would’ve happened if he’d done that while he still made you happy.” His voice turns low, and it’s probably not just to avoid waking Mac back up as he falls asleep. “And that just makes me think about how I had to watch you be happy with him, and that’s not - that’s never a good memory to revisit, honestly-”

“I wouldn’t have said yes.” She leans over into his field of vision, the most serious look on her face. “Even back then, I wouldn’t have said yes to his proposal.”

Jake’s eyebrows scrunch up in question, his eyes turning into those puppy dog eyes that she knows as a direct hit to her heart when he’s actually sad or worried, and she can’t not hold his face in her hands again.

“Yes, I was happy with Teddy for a while, but looking back at it I realise I was- there was always this feeling of waiting for something. Hoping for something to be different.” She kisses him, careful and short and barely there, but enough to make him close his eyes and lean towards her a bit more. “And maybe back then I thought I was waiting for him to change somehow, but really I was only waiting for him to change into you.”

“Teddy couldn’t change into me if he had major brain surgery.” Jake scoffs, and Amy huffs a laugh with him.

“Yeah. And that’s why he’d never been right for me. That’s only ever been you.”

He finally, properly smiles now, eyes open again and set on her with a soft shine to them before he leans over more, as much as he can without waking the deeply asleep baby in his lap.

“I’m glad you figured that out when you did, in the end.” He quips and earns himself a shy nod. “And said yes when it came to the only good proposal you got.”

She snickers at that, thinking about the gaudy but wonderful boxing belt in her mementos box, and leans in the last few inches she needs to kiss him again, neither careful nor short this time, but equally as soft.

“And the next time I catch Teddy trying to propose to you again I’m going to punch him out before he can even get down on one knee.”

“You are not assaulting a fellow officer.”

“Kick in the balls?”

“How very mature, Mister-I-have-an-actual-child-now.”

“Can I at least tell him where he can stick his ridiculous ideas of marrying you at any point in the future, no matter the circumstances?”

She hums for a second.

“You can. If you add in how ridiculous the idea was in the past as well.”

“Oh now, that’s a good deal.”

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kayxleeee · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes: Anywhere (Bucky x Reader )

Bucky Barnes: Anywhere

Warning: Kinda sad, but not really. You can handle it lol. Slight Mental Health nod. Overall just sweet reader caring for Bucky’s wellbeing

A/N: HAPPY FRIDAY !If you are reading this and supporting me I really love you🥺. Loosely edited.

Summary: Like usual, Bucky can’t sleep after a mission. You have a discussion with him about a place Steve told you about. This place has all of the advances that may help Bucky free himself from the emotional prison that is his mind.

Word Count: 1k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

After what felt like the long night would be internal, it felt incredible to finally wake up laying in a cozy bed. With the covers warm, the birds chirping, and a little bit of the early morning su rays beaming on your face, it felt like a good morning. But even better than that, was knowing the man you loved was laying right beside you, safe and finally at home; Except for the fact that he was not laying in bed beside you. His absents caused you to remember the events of last night, the struggles he had with possibly trying to fall asleep. You let out a heavy sigh feeling the empty space next to you. As excited as you were yesterday to finally be reunited with him, you knew things were complicated for him, and the night was not as amazing as you hoped. In fact as much as you wanted your homecoming to be perfect everything seemed different, his cries out for help seemed more urgent.

Only a year and a few months ago did you and Steve find Bucky, which led to the breaking free from the reigns, being a wanted man, and coming to terms with the damages with Hydra’s brainwashing. It was all a lot, and he had still been adjusting, even when you two began to get close. And as much as he’d like you to believe he was okay, you knew he was still adjusting months later. Adjusting to what exactly? You could only assume it was everything, but you mostly knew it was the task of being able to think for himself, being stuck in his own head.

With his thinking, came one track obsessions. Bucky had this overwhelming, and I mean OVERWHELMING, infatuation with taking down hydra and getting justice for what they did to him. You and Steve had many conversations about how unhealthy it had to be for him to constantly be face to face with the people who caused him so much pain. These long missions he’d gone on, probably involved him sitting and waiting to do unimaginable things. This wasn’t the best for him at his fragile state and you all had to remember that; Otherwise you wouldn't be on your toes constantly worried about him and his mental states .

Prior to waking up to an empty bed, you had spent almost two months without him. Fast forward to last night when he came home, he was extremely tired coming in, but could never fall asleep. It killed you that his first night back in his own home, safe, in his own bed, with you in his arms, was still not as peaceful for him. It was hard to sit with the thoughts of these bounty hunts, only being that, and not being beneficial for him, whatsoever. It had always been hard to get him to open up about the “missions.”, or what he has done or even seen, for that matter. In fact it was damn near impossible, he was so stubborn. His brain was running 24/7, thinking of ways he could feel better about himself, thinking of ways he could redeem himself. And that is what you hated the most, the times where he was stuck in his own head, overthinking, driving himself insane, trying to find a reason to the madness. This hurt you tremendously , because you really hoped it would all eventually be better for him, that this last “mission” would be the problem solver, you prayed it would be, but it just seemed to never get better, there was always another goon who needed to pay him repercussions.

You stretch your arms above your head letting out a sleepy yawn as you throw back the duvet, preparing to find the dark haired man in your cozy Brooklyn apartment. You grab the throw blanket at the end of your bed wrapping it around your shoulders, heading out of the bedroom. Right as you exit out of the door, you see a glimpse of him on the brown couch in your living room. He’s laying on his back staring up at the ceiling. Silence and isolation were never his friends and, all you could do was just hope he was not laying there beating himself up over something that he either had no control of or something he could not change.

“Good morning.” You say softly walking to the end of the couch closest to you, where his feet were. “Missed you in there. Everything alright?”

He looks over at you and smiles slightly. He looked exhausted, which led you to believe he definitely did not fall asleep.

“Sorry, yeah, everything is okay.” His voice sounded tired and raspy. “I guess it wasn’t a good night.”

He wasn’t always restless, battered, and bruised, and your relationship was not always based on saving him from himself, but it was always hard knowing what you were doing for him wasn’t enough. That the simple kisses you shared on days were he was upset, or on the long nights where you’d rub his back reassuring him that he was so much more than this unspoken pain, weren’t enough.

“Can I do anything to help?” You ask, coming closer to his spot on the couch.

“No,” He pauses for a second reaching out for your hand. “I’d like you to just come cuddle with me though.” He says opening his arms. You smile and walk over to where he was on the couch.

“I don’t mind keeping you company.” You say with a smile as you climb on top of him, settling in and getting comfortable.

He immediately wraps his arms around you pulling you into a warm embrace. Your head is tucked underneath his chin, his slow breaths matching your own. The two of you have your fingers intertwined as his metal hand rests on the small of your back over the blanket you had brought with you. You lay there in silence, just feeling the rises and falls of each others chest. But then the silence worried you since that meant his mind could possibly be somewhere else.

“Bucky?”

“Mmh?”

“If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you be?” You ask randomly, wanting to fill the silence with anything.

“Right here.” He says softly rubbing your back. “Right here with you.”

You smile at his sweet words, but just couldn’t believe them, not because he has ever lied to you, but simply because there was always a hunt, there was always a mission, there was always a reason to be anywhere, but at home...

“Out of all the places you could be, just here would be okay?”

He pauses for a minute then nods. “Not just here, anywhere with you is alright with me. I’d always choose that over anything in the whole world.”

“If I asked you to leave with me tonight would you go?” “Yes.”

“Even to get away, —stop doing these hunts…”

He doesn’t say anything, so you continue.

“To get away from whatever it is that’s hurting you.”

“Yes of course, in a heart beat.” He finally says, kissing the top of your head.

Silence falls over both of you as you cuddle on the couch in your small apartment. You think for a second remembering a conversation that you had with Steve a few days ago.

“Then let’s go somewhere, just you and me.” You speak again, testing the theory. “Steve said he knew a safe place, a place called Wakanda.” You begin to play with his fleshed fingers.

“Wakanda?” He repeated back.

“Yes, a place where you can just step away from all the madness of bringing down Hydra, just for a little bit, to get your headspace together.”

You begin to explain how you hated to see him in these different states every time he came home from a mission and how it’s is all consuming in both of your lives. He nods at your words and sighs.

“Like I said, I’d go anywhere… as long as you’re there too.” He lets out a yawn and you nod in contentment.

Those words now put you at ease. You bring his hand to your mouth giving it a kiss, before saying, “Alright then Buck, it’s time for you to finally get some rest.” You encourage beginning to get up.

“Can we just lay here until I do?” He asked as he realized you were about to leave him, his grip tightened softly around you.

“Of course.” You say settling back into his arms.

“I know it hasn’t been easy, but I am trying, and I am willing to try anything.” He says softly.

Moments later you could hear his soft snores pick up as he finally drifted off to sleep. You hoped it was peaceful as you began drifting off too, imagining what Wakanda was like and how life changing it could possibly be for him.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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the evolution of breaking up

Peter x Stark!reader

Summary: Snippets of you moving on from a bad breakup, frequently turning to your best friend, Peter.

Warnings: it's sad Taylor Swift hours, some choice words,

Word Count: 3252

a/n: inspired by a playlist called the evolution of breaking up that only has TS songs on it lol. Bold is direct or paraphrased lyrics

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Peter is 90% sure he fell in love with you the day he met you.

He's 100% sure he fell in love with you within a week of knowing you.

Hell, he's so sure about it, he would tell you if not for one glaringly obvious problem: Jared.

Your boyfriend.

Your started dating Jared a few weeks before you met Peter. That is to say, a few weeks before Tony recruited Peter to join the Avengers.

Peter didn't have any problems with Jared, and he would never wish for you to get your heart broken, but he was definitely jealous.

It wasn't hard for him to love you. The two of you became fast friends. You always worked in the lab together, improving upon tech Tony already had or developing all new creations.

You also patrolled together. Peter had always enjoyed patrolling, but now that you went with him, time seemed to fly.

It was currently about 10:30 on a Friday about two and a half years after you and Peter met. You and Peter were supposed to patrol, but Tony said to take the night off for once.

You took the impromptu free time as the perfect opportunity to surprise Jared.

You left the tower around 5:30 and Peter hasn't heard from you since. Not that he expected to since you were going on a date. He was bored though.

Tony refused to let him tinker around in the lab, saying he needed a better work/life balance. He would've found the statement funny if it didn't feel so true.

He tried calling Ned, but he was out with Betty. MJ was busy with Brad, the two going to some horror movie marathon.

The only other person he really hung out with was you, and you were also on a date.

He wondered the various floors of the tower, looking for anything to do that would take his mind of you.

Eventually, he just set up camp in the shared living area, putting Star Wars on the massive TV and eating more popcorn than should be legal.

He was nearly asleep during Episode V when the ding of the elevator jolted him awake. Someone ran through the halls, quickly opening and closing the door to their room.

He sat up, intrigued by the behavior. As he walked down the hallway, he listened for any indication of someone else being there. Obviously whoever it was didn't want to talk, but that didn't mean he wasn't concerned.

He stopped outside your door, bringing his hand up to knock when he heard music softly playing through the door.

You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?

He froze with his fist raised, uneasy with the why you would put on such a sad song. His hand fell back to his side when he heard you sing along to the chorus.

"Never thought we'd have a last kiss. Never imagined we'd end like this."

The sound of you crying grew louder than the music, urging Peter to knock. He just wanted to make sure you knew he was there for you.

Hyping himself up, he knocked lightly. A few seconds later the music stopped. He listened as you shuffled toward the door, slowly pulling it open.

His heart broke at the sight of your puffy cheeks, red and tear stained.

"Hey Pete." You managed a small smile, happy to see your friend despite the less than stellar evening you had.

"Hey, I... you probably don't want to talk about it right now, but I'm here for when you do." He matched your small smile, trying not to make you feel any worse.

Apparently, he said the right thing because you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, burying your head in his chest as you cried.

He spent the next half hour rubbing your back as you cried, having moved to sit on the bed rather than stand in the doorway.

When your tears ended, he risked talking to you again.

"Did you want to talk about it tonight?" Peter was clearly unsure of himself in this situation.

You shook your head, wiping your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

"No, I... He just..." Tears pooled again, but you blinked them away. "He said forever and always, but I guess he didn't mean it."

Peter held you as you cried again, eventually falling asleep. He tucked you into your bed, placing a water bottle on your nightstand and shutting off the lights as he left.

The next few days, you spent mostly holed up in your room. You had a playlist of sad Taylor Swift songs on repeat, letting yourself wallow.

Peter was worried. Tony was worried. Nat, Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Pepper, and Vision were worried.

"What'd she say when you talked to her?" The group questioned, all wanting nothing more than to cheer you up.

Peter sighed, wishing he had more information. "She just cried for like, 2 hours. Somewhere in the middle I asked if she wanted to talk, she said something about him not really meaning forever, and then she cried again."

They were all contemplating what to do when you walked in the room. Every pair of eyes were on you in an instant.

You sighed heavily, kind of glad you could address everyone at once. They've been like a family to you since you were born, so it only makes sense they would all be worried.

"Jared and I broke up." You felt like it was 2 and a half years wasted. You could feel the tightness in your throat threatening more tears, but you refused to cry over this boy any longer. "I'll be okay, I just... I remember it all too well right now."

You turned to your dad, eyes welling up again. "I'm sorry I ignored when you said to run as fast as I can from all the boys I ever met." You chuckled, trying to relieve the tension.

Tony pulled you into a tight hug. "You'll be okay again, princess." You nodded, leaning into the hug. Everyone ended up piling on, offering you words of comfort through the group hug.

A couple weeks later, and you honestly felt better. Not all the way, but enough to want to go out with friends again. You went roller skating with Peter, MJ, and Ned.

It was the next logical step, going out with friends. It made sense. It was working.

Until you saw him. Jared was there with some other girl, skating without a care in the world. Of course, he saw you. He had the audacity to smile and wave, as if he didn't just break your heart.

When he walked up to you, you knew you had enough.

"Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again." You spit the words at him, trying to hide how much it hurt. You turned away from him, nearly running from the rink before you even put the skates on.

You friends followed you out, profusely denying the need for your abundant apologies.

Ned and MJ hugged you before leaving, figuring less people would be better for you. Peter took you back to the tower, trying to help soothe the lingering ache.

"I just don't understand." You whispered from the passenger side of the car. "Why would he want to break a perfectly good heart?"

Peter struggled to come up with an answer, knowing nothing he said would really fix it.

"You'll find someone else. Someone who won't break your heart." He settled on a vague nod toward the future, knowing anything else could lead to him potentially ruining your friendship.

Unbeknownst to Peter, his words broke your heart just a little more. You always had a soft spot for Peter, and the few weeks you've been broken up from Jared have made you see him in a new light.

Of course, you wouldn't make a move though. Not yet. You didn't want him to think he was just a rebound. He's your best friend. It's too important to mess up with feelings.

You woke up the next morning with a slew of messages from Jared.

This is me swallowing my pride... telling you I'm sorry for that night.

I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.

I'm wishing I realized what I had when you were mine.

You deleted them immediately, not wanting to fall back into his trap. Ultimately though, you decided to respond. You wanted to lay it all out that he missed his chance. You were over him, even if it still hurt.

I've lived, and I've learned. Had you, got burned. I'm over it, Jared. Leave me alone.

Then you deleted his contact and blocked the number. He couldn't just say those hurtful things to you and then pretend like it was a mistake. He meant every word he said that night, even if he doesn't believe it now.

Another week went by without incident. You were all smiles all the time, really moving on from him and the pain he put you through.

Then you got a letter. It looked like a card, so you figured it was an early Valentine's card.

Opening it up proved it to be just that.

The inside read:

"I don't wanna miss you like this. I don't wanna need you this way. Come back. Be here."

Signed from Jared with hearts.

Of course you chose to open the card as soon as you got it, with everyone watching.

Your expression fell as the words sank in, knowing he was still trying did weird things to your heart. It made you question everything. Did he really care about you? Was he just bored?

You stared at the card for what felt like an eternity before ripping it up and rolling your eyes.

Of course he doesn't care. Nobody who says to your face that they never loved you cares.

"What was that?" Wanda asked, curious about the mixture of emotions present on your face.

"A load of utter horse shit." You huffed a laugh as you threw away the pieces.

"Language!" Tony called, always taking the opportunity to tease Steve.

"Well it was!" You defended, eager to move on from the conversation. They all stared at you expectantly, clearly waiting for an explanation. "It was from Jared." You were glad Peter was sitting next to you. Just the mention of his name had him rubbing your back, trying to make it easier for you.

"You know, now that I'm sitting here thinking it through. I've never been anywhere cold as him."

You felt another group hug coming on, so you quickly excused yourself to shower, reassuring everyone that you were fine.

You were laying on the floor, feet up against the wall, just staring at the ceiling when Bucky and Peter walked into the gym to train with you.

"Hey, Y/N." Bucky called, a questioning look in his eyes.

"What's going on in your head?" Peter added, spelling out the question for you.

"I knew he was trouble when I met him." You answered him honestly. "And yet, I still said yes when he asked me out." You shook your head, still staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, hindsight is 20/20. Don't beat yourself up about it." Bucky chimed in, knowing how it feels to blame yourself for things that weren't your fault.

"Are you offering then?" You stood up, accepting Peter's hand to aid you. You brushed any lingering dirt from your clothes, laughing at Bucky's confused expression. "For me to beat you up instead?"

The three of you had a good laugh before you got to work training.

Three months post breakup and you're feeling great. At least, you're feeling great most of the time.

"Hey Y/N! What are you doing tonight?" Peter questioned as he walked up beside you in the lab, pulling out the tools he'll need.

"I don't know, nothing specific I guess." You try to remember any plans you had, but nothing comes to mind.

"Perfect. MJ, Ned, and I are going to go roller skating again. I thought maybe you'd wanna come?" He's clearly nervous, unsure if this would help or hinder your progress.

You nod your head, thinking it over. "You know what, I'm in." The determination in your voice catches Peter off guard.

"Cool, um, great. I guess you're doing better then?" He's still nervous, but eager to finally get you to fully open up to someone about everything.

"Yep. Anytime I get sad, I think of something shitty he did to remind me I'm better off." You smile, knowing he was going to ask for examples.

"Really? Like what?" You can't help but laugh lightly, enjoying how well you know Peter.

"Some vague things, like how he would look at me when he was annoyed. Like those eyes add insult to injury, you know?" He nods, but doesn't really understand.

"Or more specific examples, like that birthday party where you all kept asking me about him, and I made excuses, but truth is he just blew me off. That one honestly should've been the moment I knew."

"He did what?" Peter was livid, but trying to contain the rage to that of a concerned friend rather than jealous crush.

"Eh, I'm over it. It's pretty easy to focus on the bad aspects of the relationship when it ended so badly." You shrug, turning back to the circuit board you were working on.

"How, um, how exactly did it end?" He wondered aloud, knowing you hadn't fully told anyone yet. He watched as you tensed slightly before shaking it off.

"That's a story for another time Pete." You managed a tight smile, not wanting to delve into that conversation just yet.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You mumbled under your breath.

You had been skating with Peter, Ned, and MJ for about an hour when he walked in.

Peter followed your line of sight, trying to understand your mumbling. When his eyes caught sight of Jared, he panicked.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry! I really thought this would help you this time." He rubbed his hands down his face, silently cursing himself for putting you in this position again.

"Don't worry about it Pete. I'm more prepared to handle it this time around." You laughed, watching out of the corner of your eye as Jared approached you.

"Y/N... I, uh, I've been trying to talk to you." He started boldy, not really caring that you weren't even looking at him.

You did your best to ignore him, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from skating away.

"Y/N, come on-"

"No." You spit at him, not letting him get under your skin. "People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."

You yanked your arm out of his hand, turning back to your friends. "Let's keep skating. I have no reason to run away."

Peter watched, bewildered as you confidently skated across the rink.

The morning of what would be your three year anniversary with Jared felt weird. You weren't upset anymore, but the lingering nostalgia of celebrating an anniversary clung to you.

You deleted the email reminding you of the plans you were supposed to have that evening.

You sighed heavily as you walked into the kitchen, still trying to clear your head.

"You good?" Peter questioned, easily spotting that something was off.

"Yeah, it's just... I don't miss him. At all. I'm over it, but today would've been our anniversary..."

Peter nodded, trying to understand what you were feeling.

"It's strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything... is gone." You told him the truth, trying not to hide your feelings.

Maybe you should be over it by now, but you spent the majority of your high school career with that guy. It sucks to think it was all a waste.

He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back to comfort you.

"I mean, not to state the obvious, but I didn't get my perfect fantasy with Jared." You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"You'll find your perfect someone." He smiled, unaware of the fluttering in your stomach telling you that maybe you already had.

"Yeah, someone who won't say to my face that he never really loved me." You muttered, feeling the rage burn inside you again.

"He's an ass." You hugged him tighter, enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms.

Peter slowed as he walked past your door, listening as the songs changed. He recognized the intro as a song from folklore, but he wasn't sure exactly which one.

"I'm doing good. I'm on some new shit." You sang loudly unaware of listening ears outside the door.

Peter smiled, walking away so as not to interrupt your healing process again.

Meanwhile, you floated around your room, nearly screaming the along to the breakup songs as you finally rid yourself of any lingering items relating to Jared.

"But it's wonderful to see that it never phased you!" You grinned as you threw it all away, ready to fully move on.

When the elevator doors opened, Peter was assaulted with the blaring sounds of none other than Taylor Swift.

Apparently, you moved your dance party from your room to the living room, thinking you had the space to yourself for a little while.

He watched as you danced around the room, singing and smiling to your heart's content.

"So he calls me up, and he's like 'I still love you' and I'm like, "I'm just, this is exhausting you know, like..." You caught Peter's smile out of the corner of your eye, fully turning to look at him as you belted out the next line. "We are never getting back together. Like ever. Noooo."

You grab his hands, forcing him to dance and twirl around with you as the song comes to an end.

"I take it your really feeling better." Peter smiles, overjoyed to see you looking so exuberant.

"I am." You nod, keeping it simple.

"No more thoughts about Jared?" He questioned, smiling when you didn't even flinch at his name.

"Nope. I forgot that he existed." You smiled cheekily, still dancing although you turned the music down.

"That's good, then." Peter smiled, suddenly nervous. If you truly had moved on, maybe now was his chance.

"Hey Pete?" You questioned, smiling shyly.

"Yeah?" He stood in front of you, unsure of where this was going.

"I realized something this morning." You whispered, nervous for his response, but dying to tell him the truth.

"Yeah?" He waited, eager to know what you were hiding.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back, watching as he slowly grinned.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked, stunned but grinning like an idiot.

"'Cause, I like you," you smiled, but quickly added 'but I know that it's delicate."

"I wouldn't worry too much about that." He stated, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"No?" You leaned into his touch, feeling like you were on cloud nine.

"Nope. Cause I like you too."

He pulled you in for a deeper kiss, celebrating the beginning of this new stage of your relationship.

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haikyuuthots · 3 years

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hi there! i’ve been a follower for awhile but i’m asking this anonymously bc i dont feel like exposing myself lol. but i was wondering if i can get an emergency request. i have been in quarantine for a year (since March 12-so almost a year) because i’m considered a high risk person during the pandemic, and i’ve been quarantined with my parents who can be extremely toxic at times. On top of that, I’m a full time college student and am experiencing burnout and am just overall at an extreme low right now. It’s just pilling on top of one another and is just weighing so heavily on me—i’m not sleeping, i’m barely able to focus and i’m just in such a self-hatred state of mind because of my parents and school. I just feel like its too much at this point and I just want everything to pause for a moment so i can breathe for even just a moment. If it isn’t too much trouble can I just get Ushijima (and/or Sakusa or honestly anyone you want to add) and how they would help out their s/o? thank you so much, your writings make my day brighter so please keep up the good work :)

A/n: Thank u so much for trusting me enough to help u feel better. This is for u love, i know life can be so hard, I truly hope you feel better soon, please if u ever feel comfortable enough to talk, don’t hesitate to message me!❣️i appreciate u, more than u could ever imagine. Thank u! Hope you enjoy this 🤍

Warnings: talk about being sad and stressed, but not very explicit.

Characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi & Sakusa Kiyoomi

For the first time in a while, nothing in the world mattered. - Ushijima Wakatoshi

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Life was overwhelming, it truly was. The more you thought about how many issues you had the more stressed you got. The last thing you wanted was to be consumed by this negative energy, you hated it and all you wanted to do was stop feeling this way but the more the days passed the more evident it got that you weren’t feeling like yourself, and your boyfriend was the first to notice your change in attitude. Ushijima was very observant, he rarely ever said much but the minute he realized you were down he wanted to do everything in his power to lift your spirits up. He would do anything to see a genuine smile on your face again.

You were surprised to see you boyfriend when you woke up Tuesday morning, making breakfast in the kitchen usually by this time he’d be gone, training for the majority of the day.

“Toshi? What are you doing?” You asked, a bit confused by the sight in front of you.

“Y/n, love, I’m making you breakfast.” He says lifting up the pan a little, showing you the scrambled eggs.

You giggle a bit, “yeah baby I see that, but I mean what are doing here now? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

Ushijima lowers the heat on the pan and makes his way over to you, “i asked for today off, I want to be with you.”

You’re looking up at him with a shocked face “w-hat, why?”

He’s cupping your face, looking down at you lovingly “I love you. You don’t have to say anything now, but it’s been hard to ignore how down you’ve been I just want to be here with you, because I will always be with you, no matter what.”

Your vision begins to blur form the tears that are threatening to come out, you roughly wrap your arms around his body, and nuzzle your face into his chest. He holds you tightly, resting his chin on your head.

“I’m just- so tired. I feel like everything is falling apart.” You barely whisper out, tears prickling down your face.

Ushijimas heart breaks at the sound of your voice, but he tries his best to keep a strong tone, for your sake.

“Love, I’m here for you. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that. I won’t ever let you feel this alone.”

He pulls away, slightly wiping your tears, smiling down at you “I made you your favorite, would you like to eat now?”

You smile up at him, before you answer you give him a small peck on the lips “yes. I would love to eat with you.”

Your boyfriend spent the rest of the day by your side. He planned out all your favorite activities, starting with going to the movies, later getting frozen yogurt, and finally going to your favorite pond to feed the ducks. During that entire time you forgot about everything that negatively weighed on you, you were beyond grateful for Ushijima , because for the first time in a while, nothing in the world mattered. He kept his word too, every day he never failed to remind you that he was there and he would always be there, for you, for anything you ever needed.

I’ll be here for you, til’ the end. - Sakusa Kiyoomi

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It was 4Am and you rolled over again, looked like it would be another sleepless night. You couldn’t remember when the last time you got a good 8 hours of sleep was. It seemed that the stress of everything going on your life was specifically haunting you at night.

Looking over you see your boyfriends sleeping figure, you sigh thinking about how disappointed he’d be if he saw you awake at this hour. You quietly head over to grab your phone, trying to distract your negative thoughts by watching videos. After 15 minutes youre startled by your boyfriends sleepy voice

“y/n? Why are you up?”

“I can’t sleep, but don’t worry about it, you just go back to sleep oomi.”

You resume your video, watching until a hand begins hovering over the screen and your boyfriend briefly snatches your phone away from your hold

“Oomi, what?” You asked a bit confused,

Sakusa is now sitting up as he turns on the lamp beside your nightstand, he’s more awake now, gently rubbing his eyes

“Baby. What’s wrong?” He asks you,

“N-nothings wrong, I just can’t sleep tonight. But I’m okay.” You try your best to fake a smile, in hopes to not worry your boyfriend, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, he could tell when something was wrong.

Looking at you, more intensely he gently runs his finger under the bags under your eyes “you haven’t been sleeping have you?”

You audibly gasp at his realization, “I-I’m trying too, I am but”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Concern is laced all over his words

“I-I, just didn’t want to worry you.” You’re looking down as tears start falling down your face

Sakusa is looking at you with soft eyes, immediately he brings your body towards his and engulfs you into a hug. He’s holding you tightly as he speaks

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay.”

You continue crying on him, as you release your built up frustrations. He made it easy to cry, you couldn’t keep wishing things would be different, you’ve been so hard on yourself lately, but Oomi here comforting you was all you needed to help relieve that.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes before you finally regained your composure, Sakusa holding you the entire time.

Finally pulling away he wipes your tears, looking deeply into your eyes

“I love you, you’re my entire world y/n. And I’ll be here for you, til the end, anytime you need me. Please never forget that”

You smile at his genuine words. Sakusa leans down to connect his lips with yours, kissing you lovingly.

Pulling away, Sakusa finds the remote control turning the tv on. You’re a bit confused by his actions

“Wh-?”

“I won’t fall asleep until you do.” He cuts you off, his eyes still looking at the tv.

“Kiyoomi , don’t do-“

He looks back at you, “I mean it, I’m staying up with you, until you’re asleep.”

And he did, he didn’t sleep until he made sure you did first. Every night after that, he made sure to stay up with you until you slept, not only that but he was very attentive with anything you needed, caring for you, listening to you and reassuring you that you’d be fine. You were beyond thankful for him, because your boyfriend showed you time and time again that he would do absolutely everything to make sure you were aware at the fact that you were never alone.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu blog #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu! x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu boys #haikyuu x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi drabbles #ushijima Wakatoshi drabbles

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genuinelydecimated · 3 years

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Why am I awake while you’re asleep? (bkdk playlist)

Time: 1 hour and 1 minute.

Link: In the replies/ reblogged with link

This playlist is specific to the current manga hospital arc where Bakugou tries to get to Midoriya’s room with no regard for himself. (Honestly, I tried to reword that in a way it doesn’t come off incredibly bkdk but it just does.) This is intended to be listened through Bakugou’s perspective, however, music isn’t held by one thing, so let your mind go wild!

I would imagine that Bakugou is thinking a lot while he’s in hospital, waiting for good news on Midoriya and everyone else as he heals.

Song list, lyrics (the reason I chose them), and a little bit more notes below!

1. Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

“I’m feeling like I’m famous, the talk of the town. They say I’ve gone mad, yeah, I’ve gone mad. But they don’t know what I know.” “Do you ever hear me calling?”

2. Not Quite by Kane Strong

“Yeah, I got the whole place to myself. Not feeling fine.” “Oh, I know that I’m bad for your health. Not quite alright. I know this might be out of line, but I’m really not doing very well.”

3. Permanent by Paul Travis

“I can look at your hands and question who I am.” “Have I lost you? Have I lost me?”

4. I Can’t Handle Change by Roar

“I get tired and I get sick, and then I lose the strength to leave.” “I can’t help but repeat myself. I know it’s not your fault.”

5. Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

“Can I lay by your side, next to you? And make sure you’re alright.” “I’m reaching out to you, can you hear my call?”

6. Remember Who I Was by James Arthur

“See, you took this poor boy and changed his whole life. Granted his wishes and dreams overnight.” “I’m just waking up now, in the tears of the one’s I love. It’s quiet.”

7. Yellow by Coldplay

“Do you know, you know I love you so.” “For you, I’d bleed myself dry.”

8. State Lines by Novo Armor

“Are you sure, did you call, or did we ever really talk? I don’t know...” “I’ve been awake in every state line, dyin’ to make it last us a lifetime.”

9. Honey by Sad Cops

“You don’t deserve what you got. I’ve never met someone so sweet.” “Be here, with me. Be here, honey.”

10. If Only by James Arthur

“If only I could trust you rest your head and turn the light on. If only I could wish your kiss was not a falling star.” “You could see through someone like me. Tryna be free, maybe just a little less lonely.”

11. Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand.” “When everything feels like the movies. Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive.”

12. Sparks by Coldplay

“But I promise you this, I’ll always look out for you. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.” “My heart is yours. It’s you that I hold on to.”

13. Lavender Blood by Fox Academy

“Lavender is always running through my blood. I’ve had enough, I’m cold, and it is dusk.” “Stay neat and healthy. You need to help me.”

14. Where Are You (Acoustic) by The Moderates

“I can’t sleep, not tonight. It seems like everything’s not going to be alright.” “Please come back, and stay with me. I’m begging you, I’m on my knees.”

15. The Reason by Hoobastank

“I’m not a perfect person. There’s many things I wish I didn’t do.” “And the reason is you.”

16. Safe and Sound by Christian Leave

“So hold my hand, and love me true.” “So just stay right here, safe and sound.”

In the 9th song, Honey by Sad Cops, there is mentions of dad issues? And that kinda stands out to me in terms of relations to Deku and his father figures (Hisashi and All Might), and how Bakugou knows how both of them have impacted Izuku’s life (even if we as the audience do not) and my mind has been blown. Didn’t even make the whole connection ‘til now lol.

There isn’t really an order to this playlist. I tried to do a thing where it doesn’t seem to be the same type of voice as you go through, but I don’t think that’ll be a big change whether you shuffle or go down the list.

Yeah, this is how I’m coping.

I hope you enjoy the playlist!! I tried really hard to get this finished and done before Izuku wakes up and Katsuki finds out he’s awake. Oh, and! Depending on how their meeting/chat will go after that terrible last sight of each other, I might make another one. Yes, I am in a bkdk brainrot.

#HERE IT IS! :D #bakudeku #bkdk #bkdk playlist #robaroo72 spotify #bnha manga spoiler #bnha manga spoilers #manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha manga spoilers #posted at 12:41am

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b1ksh88p · 4 years

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Be Mine ⛏

Plot Plot: You’ve been in a few relationships, unfortunately all ending in tragedy. You had a reputation for being a bad omen. Truly you were a sweet girl but it seemed like every single one of your lovers ended up dead or horrendously disfigured in the long run. This Valentine’s Day your boyfriend decides to jump ship for some blonde crushing the little hope you had left for your love life. In a slightly drunken haze you sneak into the mines for a rant about the cursed corporate holiday and to drown your sorrows in the solitude of the mines. But it seems like you’ve got a listener.

Tags/Warnings: Lots of cursing | Sprinkle of angst | Fluff

The cold air of the abandoned labyrinth did nothing to cool you down as you ventured further into its clutches. To put it lightly you were on fire. Every part of you wanted to tear someone apart. The auburn liquid sloshed around as you clumsily stomped past heaps of forgotten debris. If not for your drunken stupor you would’ve turned back. Everyone knew the horrific tale of the pickaxe cannibal murder. Although you were sure the story was somewhat embellished you’ve heard worse. Poor fuck did what he had to do to survive. Anyone else would’ve done the same, it’s human nature to do anything no matter how gruesome to survive.

“Give a girl a box of cheap chocolates and a fucking bouquet of withering roses and she’s supposed to repay ya by sucking your fucking dick and acting like yer the best thing since sliced bread.” You grumble.

The deeper you go the darker it gets. Stone walls become suffocating and everything looks like the enemy. A fight or flight response may have kicked in but you were in no place to think rationally. When your heel broke you fucking snapped.

“Stupid Roses, fuck ass chocolates, fake relationships for fake people who wouldn’t know love if it fucking stabbed them in the face!” You yell throwing the broken heel piece deep into the darkness. “A corporate holiday with no fucking insignificance! Just a money plot and a excuse to fuck and act like you like that worthless pathetic fuck you’re dating that you like them. When all 364 days you’ve been with em ya fucking loathe them!” You continue on tearing up the damned holiday in partially incoherent babbling until you hear glass break.

Despite your conditions you aren’t stupid. “Fuck is that?” You call out whilst backing up. At first you’re sure it’s a group of horny teenagers but through the gritty lights you see a single foreboding silhouette. This was where you run. Or at least you should’ve. Instead you squint your eyes like some tourist taking in the sights and step forward. “Bud y’know the mines are abandoned cuz of the poor guy who had to eat his friends right?” You call out. “I mean do you if this is your thing I support it but it’s kinda weird since you look exactly like the serial killer guy. Spot on cosplay.” You compliment. The figure doesn’t move. It doesn’t even look like he’s breathing. You feel your hairs start to stand up and goosebumps pepper you skin. It seems your liquid courage was fading.

“Welp I’ll leave you be, don’t wanna bore you with the details of this fucked up holiday.” You let out a wry laugh before turning your back on the figure. You get about 12 good steps in before the stride of death crescendos behind you. Now you were running. Your broken heels doing wonders at making this chase the easiest for your attacker. In the midst of running you take them off and throw them off behind you. Now look you weren’t aiming for the guy but when you heard the hit connect and a surprised grunt you got the feeling you were fucked. Instead of running in a straight line you dip into a little crawl space. Maybe he’d give up and fuck off you. To your horror the man crouches down and starts to crawl his way inside.

Without thinking you take the whiskey bottle and crash it on his head. “Leave me alone I don’t even like this fuckass holiday you fucking weirdo!” You cry. He looks up at you and stops trying to fit.

“Why not.” His voice was eerily calm. As if he weren’t some insane pickaxe murderer but a man.

“Well because it’s stupid and to lovy dovy. And because it feels wrong to celebrate it when such a tragedy had occurred.” You explain. “And...and I got dumped today so there’s that.” You huff.

“...You pity me?”

You shake your head. Words weren’t really your strong point and you didn’t need him thinking you were coddling him or anything. Instead you just stare into the glossy eyeholes with your own praying he’d just fuck off. You practically shit yourself when he continued to scramble through and stand up. You grab a rock and stand ready to knock him upside the head with it only have your wrist harshly grabbed mid throw.

“I don’t want your pity.”

This was it. You were gonna die. And it was gonna be painful and super fucking lame. On your headstone it would say:

“Loser girl no one cares about got dumped on Valentine’s Day...also got murdered lol”

Even though you wanted to sob and cry your eyes out you were way to stubborn to go out pleading and begging. “I was being empathetic you weirdo! We do what we gotta do to survive, and you did just that. You aren’t some crazy murderer. You’re just angry and traumatized and that’s ok!” The grip on your wrist only tightened. “Gah! Th-the system failed you dude. The whole fucking city failed you and still is failing you! You ha-have a right to be mad! I’m not excusing what you’ve done b-but shit I would’ve done the same!” You squeal feeling the blood flow completely cease as he tightened his grip.

Suddenly the pain stopped. You open your eyes and rub your poor wrist hoping the feeling would return. He seemed more docile. It was as if his entire aura had changed. The man sat down on a hunk of rubble, his weapon clenched in his grip. If you didn’t know better you could’ve sworn he was crying. It was a silent sob. Nothing overtly dramatic, kind of how like you’d expect a man who’s rarely cried to cry. It was unnerving. The only man you’ve ever seen cry was your dad and that was when he laughed to hard. This...this was gut wrenching.

This monster that was hellbent on killing you seconds ago was now a sad man huddled up in a corner like a child. You could never feel the pain he’s felt, relive the days of utter darkness and skewed rations. Never could you imagine the gritty taste of human flesh. The depravity one must have for themselves. The survivors guilt. The nightmares he must relive. He kept muttering something about the dark and the how he wasn’t a monster. How he just wanted to see the light again.

“It’s ok.”

You weren’t sure you could touch him so you just sat in front of him. He was still shaken up but the sound of your voice seemed to get through to him. “It’s ok and you’re safe. I’m here. I won’t go anywhere I’d you don’t want me to...” You could bare the cold for a night. You’d rather be frozen to death then brutally murdered.

Both of you sat there for what seemed like ages until he moved. You were on the edge of slumber before seeing a gloved hand slither towards yours. You wanted to move it. Make haste and dip but your body had become heavy. Your eyes seemingly weighed down by stones. Before you knew it he was oddly holding your hand. You saw him looking at you intently. Probably waiting for you to scream or pull away but you stayed put. One hand held up your head whilst the other was his to experience. It had probably been awhile since he’s been so vulnerable so you let him have this. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do tonight but sleep and pray that the hang over didn’t beat your ass in the morning. Before you could fall asleep he pulls you into a really awkward half ass embrace against the cold stained suit. It was far more comfortable than the back straining position you were in a second ago but man this guy was bad at ‘snuggling’. You felt like he was gonna smother you! When he found a comfortable position he rested that stupid ass mask on top of your head with a satisfied grunt before you gave up on protesting and fell asleep. How the hell were you gonna get home

When you wake there’s no cold embraces or odd masked men. Instead you find yourself wrapped in some dusty old quilt at the entrance of the mine. For a moment you think everything that occurred was a mere fever dream. A whiskey fueled hallucination. You scramble to your feet and notice a little note that had fallen from the tattered cloth. The paper, or what you hoped was paper and not dried human skin, had fairly neat handwriting. It was short and morbidly sweet.

Thank you.

There was a part of you that was absolutely mortified. The note solidified your suspicions of what had taken place last night. But the other part of you was strangely elated. You turn to the mine and put your hands to your mouth to amplify your words. “THANKS FOR NOT KILLING ME ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!!!!!!” You yell happily before heading back into town. You were pretty sure he didn’t hear you but it calmed you to know that he not only spared you but someone actually appreciated your presence.

This was definitely not your final encounter ⛏

#⛏

#slasher #horror #slashers #harry warden #my bloody valentine #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #im not good at writing lmao #potential series maybe idk #i really loved writing this 🙈#harry warden x reader

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asteriismos · 4 years

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rough - aiden hall

warning(s) : smut, dry humping, swearing

words : 1.9k

authors note : idk if this is good or not i wrote this in one go with it really really rare but im procrastinating my work i was supposed to do today and its also 12 am lol. if i read this in the morning and it sux i’ll probably rewrite lol. and also how the hell do you end fics i always have a weird time doing it okay okay i will stop rambling

request :

could you imagine aidan taking you to his room to make out and maybe dry hump a little and his dad just rolls up. like idk to talk to aidan about grace or whatever and it makes him mad so when you guys go back to making out and humping, he’s being really extra rough with it and makes you both cum in your pants. UGHHHH HORNY LIFE NEEDS TO STOP

Could you do an Aiden Hall x reader with the prompts 50 and 57?

prompts : “shut up” & “if we get caught im blaming you”

“you know i hate scary movies,” you said to aiden, walking into his room and setting down the bowel of popcorn on the side table near his bed. he opened up the curtains to some of his windows, exposing moonlight into his room, making you smile a little bit to yourself.

it was date night. your favorite night. every friday you and aiden would have a night where you two would watch a movie at his house and cuddle. it was always nice and always the best.

aiden was a good boyfriend and you loved him a lot, you knew that he felt the same way about you.

but you could tell that there was something on his mind tonight, something distracting him a little bit.

“babe, you good?” you asked him, sitting down next to him on the bed. you rested your back along the headboard, pulling the white comforter onto your legs. you also grabbed the bowl of popcorn, putting it in between you two for easy access.

aiden looked at you and gave you a weak smile, shaking his head. he put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. your head came to rest on his chest. you could hear his heartbeat, it was rapid, now you knew that something was up. you gave him one last look and he sighed, shaking his head and saying, “it’s just my dad. his new girlfriend, or fiancee, or whatever.”

your face saddened, realizing what he was getting at. ever since his mom killed herself a few a months ago, you knew it has been hard for him to get used to the idea of a new woman in his fathers life. apparently his father had been seeing this other woman for a while, and aiden had yet to really meet the woman, only talking to her once to be introduced to her. from what aiden said about her, she seemed weird. her name was grace.

mia, his little sister, also didn’t like grace. and that was saying something. mia was a really bubbly, kind little girl. you’ve never heard her say anything bad about anything until she talked about grace.

you cringed at the thought of meeting grace.

“what’s up with her?” you asked him, hand coming up to cup his cheek so he looked at you. you pressed a kiss to his cheek, giving him a kind smile to try and ease his nerves talking about it.

aiden huffed out a small breath. “he said that he needed to talk to me about her earlier today.” he met your eyes and shrugged his shoulders. “I told him that you were coming over for date night and he said he’d talk to me sometime tonight and hasn’t yet. i don’t know. i’m just worried that maybe things are getting more serious with her and she’ll try and replace my mom.”

you frowned, reaching down to grab his hand. “she can never replace your mom,” you assured him, holding him closely.

aiden’s mom was such a nice woman. you were devestated when you heard the news about her being dead. of course you rushed to aiden’s side ( even mia’s side too ) to comfort him in any way you possibly could. you were there for the funeral, clutching onto aiden’s hand and eventually mia’s when her balloon didn’t go all the way up into the air.

luckily, things have been better as time went on.

but you could still tell that he was hurting from time to time.

aiden never outwardly said that he was sad when he was. instead it would show up in little things that he did from time to time. like when he would hold you extra close and longer in a hug, or when you guys would fall asleep together when you’re cuddling and he would wake up in a cold sweat. there was a lot of baggage. but slowly you were helping him get rid of it.

what you feared for the worst is that this new woman would pile it right back on again.

that’s why now when you saw aiden have that same ‘thinking face’ he always had when he was thinking about his parents, you got scared.

but he didn’t seem too shaken up, if anything he was more aggravated than sad. which made sense. you would be sad in his position too.

aiden shrugged his shoulders once again, reaching to grab the tv remote that was next to him. he started to play the movie, moving around until he had his arms wrapped around you as the movie began. he pressed a kiss to the skin that connected your jaw and neck.

the movie played on, and the more it did, the less you guys seemed to be paying attention to it.

this usually happened during date nights. you two would get at least ten minutes to the movie and then get distracted with each other. this time it started when he kept kissing along your neck, a little bit at a time, stopping, then continuing again.

now aiden was on top of you. kissing you feverishly like it was the last thing that he would ever do. your hands rested on his sides, legs wrapping around his waist. his hand was under your shirt palming against your left breast, making you moan breathlessly into his mouth every time he applied pressure.

you felt the heat pool in between your thighs, every time his growing hard on would unintentionally press against your clothed core.

in curiosity, you brought your hips up and rolled them against his own. now that felt good. the friction that you got from that made both of you moan into each other’s mouths, and you did it again to get the same reaction.

his tongue met your own and prodded against it, gaining dominance right away. you felt that familiar sense of a coil begin to wrap in your lower abdomen, making you moan and whine every time his hips met your own.

there was a soft knock on his door and both of you looked at each other with wide eyes for just a second, before he moved off of you. you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of someone catching you under him, and allowed him to wrap his arms around you again. it appeared like you two had been cuddling, nothing else, and aiden yelled, “yeah?”

the door opened, revealing his dad. the man walked into the room and smiled at the sight of both of you guys cuddling. you pretended like you had been watching the movie intently.

“what’s up guys?” his dad asked. “can i borrow aiden for a second, y/n? i need to talk to him about a few things.”

you heard aiden groan behind you. “really? right now? the movie is just getting good.”

“yes, just for a few minutes. you can pause it.”

aiden unwrapped his arms and got off the bed. you paused the movie and watched him walk out with his dad. the door closed and the talking was muffled so you couldn’t hear much of their conversation. instead you played with your hair, twisting it a little bit here and there, waiting for your boyfriend to come back.

at least five minutes rolled by and soon enough the door was opening and aiden came back in. you watched as he closed the door, then the familiar sound of the lock rang through the room and you gave him a confused look. but the look he was giving you? shot right down in between your legs. you took a moment to resume the movie.

he took off his white sweatshirt, now in a t shirt and his grey sweatpants. aiden got on the bed again and took his place in between your legs, his lips meeting yours yet again.

you didn't even get the chance to ask him what had happened.

his lips worked against you way more roughly than he had before, tongue basically shoving down your throat. you struggled to keep up with his pace, but tried your best.

your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him as close as you possibly could, chest pressing up against his. your legs came to wrap around his waist like they had before, but this time he didn’t waste any time to roll his hips against yours. the feeling came back and you were once again moaning into his mouth.

his hands came to your back, pulling you up with him so you were sitting in his lap. your back rested against the headboard just for a moment, until he pulled you all the way up, your chest pressing against his once again.

“fuck, aiden,” you whispered, feeling his hips roll against yours. you took an opportunity and pulled on the strands of his hair, messing up his part. not that it mattered anyways.

aiden gives you a look as he pulls away, watching your face as your hips rolled together. the way that your mouth stood agape, eyes fluttering closed was the hottest thing that he’s ever seen in his life. he was so angry because of what his father had told him, and he needed to get that anger out somehow.

he was also horny, undeniably horny and needed to get off. but most importantly, he wanted you to get off too.

“shut up,” he muttered, head dipping to press a harsh kiss to your neck. with every kiss, lick, and nip that he gave you made you make soft noises. his hand that was gripping your side squeezed it. neither of you wanted to get caught, so you suppressed your moans as much as you could.

he made basically artwork on your neck, purple and red hues were left in the places of his lips while he trailed up and down your skin. he tried to kiss every possible place he could while you still had your shirt on. all the while his hips still moved against yours, pressing right in between your eyes and fueling the fire that was going.

and even though you were trying to keep yourself from moaning too loud, some loud ones would come from you. aiden took his face from your neck and looked at you in the eyes. his green eyes were dark with lust, a clear motive in his mind. “if we get caught, i’m blaming you.” you laughed for a moment, though his lips caught yours again and stopped it.

a particularly hard rut of his hips sent you almost all the way over the edge, but he was just teasing with you and you knew it. he was close to cumming, you could tell, just by the way that his hips were rubbing against you desperately.

“you’re so goddamn beautiful,” aiden mumbled, hand cupping your cheek to kiss you. it was a passionate kiss, some strength and love behind it.

his clothed cock grazed in just the right spot and you felt yourself cum right in your pants and panties. you were sure that you had soaked right through your pants.

aiden rutted his hips against yours, riding out your high and eventually reaching his own. your name fell from his lips over and over again and he stopped all together.

both of you caught your breaths, feeling that sense of euphoria that came after having a really good orgasm.

aiden pressed a kiss to your cheek, arms coming to pull you into a hug.

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him, referring to what had happened with his dad.

“not really. do i want to do that again? yes.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “don’t get too excited.”

#aiden hall #aiden hall x reader #the lodge #aidan hall #aiden hall imagine #the lodge imagine

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notenoughscotty · 4 years

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So Bad, Yet So Good S.S

Hey, could you write an imagine about scott where him and y/n hooked up a while ago (while him and kirsten broke up) and when she finds out she hates y/n and doesn’t let scott and her to still be friends and everything between them is awkward even though they secretly have feelings for eachother but now that him and kristen aren’t together they could actually express their feelings (they end up doing the nasty again lol).

Warnings: Angst, swearing, SMUT

Masterlist

Scott let out the most attractive moan as he came, he took a moment to recover before pulling out, as he did he groaned. My legs were still shaking, it was undeniably the best sex I had ever had, he wrapped his arms around my torso and just held me, both of us still out of breath. Then in that moment the guilt washed over me, I felt horrible, he had a girlfriend. I was in the bed that they shared, the bed that she would come home to tonight and sleep in. His arm suddenly removed from my body, I turned to look at him and I knew that it had just hit him as well, what we had done, his hands were covering his face. I knew that if I felt as horrible as I did, he must be feeling one hundred times worse. I gently laid a hand on his shoulder, he placed a hand over mine.

“Scott...” I wanted to say something, I wanted to make him feel better, but there’s nothing you can say in this situation to make it okay. “I should probably leave...” he only nodded still not looking at me. I quickly got dressed and fixed my hair, he got dressed as well, and walked me to the door, I stopped and turned, again wanting to say something but decided against it, that was that, once I got to my car, I couldn’t help but cry. I had feelings for Scott, I wanted to be with him but nothing could make what we just did okay.

Once home I decided I needed to talk to Scott, I wanted to make sure that if nothing else that our friendship would be okay.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.” I pressed send, and shakily set my phone down. He responded almost immediately

“Yeah, I’m okay, but can we just forget that happened? I really cherish our friendship and I don’t know how else to deal with this.” As much as it hurt, I knew that’s what we had to do, I wanted to be able to call him my boyfriend, but Kristen already owned that title.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing” I responded back to him and decided that I just wanted the night to be over, so I took a shower and got into bed. I tossed and turned all night, but come 6am I was awake and not falling back asleep, so I turned to check my phone to see I had a ton of missed calls and text messages from last night.

6 missed calls from ‘Kristen’ my heart sank, I looked at the text messages she had sent as well

“Are you fucking kidding me? You fucked my boyfriend?”

“Now you won’t even answer the phone? Fuck you!”

“You are the most disgusting bitch known to man, I fucking hate you”

There were more but that was the gist of them, I looked at the texts from Scott next.

“[Y/N] I’m sorry, she knows, and she’s pissed, but listen it’s not your fault, it’s mine, but she doesn’t want us to be friends, I have to block you, I hope you understand”

Tears filled my eyes, this felt worse than heartbreak, I decided not to respond to either of them. I couldn’t help but let it out, I cried for hours, the kind of cry where you can’t breathe, and your heart physically hurts. Once I was able to calm down, my face was red and puffy, and my lips were swollen.

I cleaned myself up and checked my phone once again, to see David had invited me over, I decided that I didn’t want to be alone right now so I agreed, I got makeup on and got dressed, I still looked as if I had been crying though, on my way to his house I thought of excuses as to why I had been crying, but when actually confronted with the question, all I could think to say was.

“Oh, you know, it just be like that sometimes.” Which actually worked out well, everyone just laughed and nodded. We had a good time talking and hanging out, I helped film some stuff with David. Then suddenly the door opened and there he was, Scott, I figured there was no way Kristen would allow him to leave the house, but after Scott entered, I realized that she was behind him, I immediately felt a panic attack coming, which was only worsened because I knew that I had no right to be upset in this situation, not only had I betrayed Kristen, but her own boyfriend of more than 5 years had as well. I quickly went to the bathroom, desperate to breathe, it felt as though my throat was closing, the bathroom felt as though it was getting smaller by the second, and my chest was tightening. I heard a knock at the door but I couldn’t respond, I knew whoever it was had opened the door but I couldn’t even get myself to look up to see who it was. They began shushing then I heard the familiar sound of my favorite song, I knew from that, that it must have been Scott. He was the only one that knew that I play this to calm myself, he also knew not to touch me when I was having a panic attack.

“Look at me” his voice was so calming, I looked up and he guided my breathing, helping to regulate it. It only took a few minutes for him to calm me down. Once I was calm, I wiped my eyes of tears.

“What are you doing here? Won’t she be mad?” I whispered, barely audible.

“Yeah, but I just needed to make sure you were okay” He smiled, I could tell that he had also been crying and he looked as if he hadn’t slept last night. “I should get back though, are you okay?” I nodded and he left, gently closing the door behind him. I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, trying to get the courage to go back out there, also trying to decide if I should leave or not. I figured it would look really bad if I did leave, so I sucked it up and walked back out, the air in the room was thick, the tension radiating, no one was really talking. Once I stepped back into the living room, everyone looked at me.

“Hey, you alright?” David spoke up, I nodded, then I noticed that Scott and Kristen were gone.

“Where’s Scott and Kristen?” I looked around and everyone looked at each other, finally, Zane pointed to the glass sliding door and I saw that they out there, it looked to be a heated argument, I realized that’s why it was so tense. I watched as Scott sat with his head in his hands and Kristen flailed her arms wildly, then dropping them, Scott stood and spoke calmly, I couldn’t look away and it seemed that everyone else was doing the same as I was, just watching this unfold, then Kristen began hitting Scott, punching at his chest, he didn’t even flinch, it didn’t seem like it effected him at all. She then stormed off and Scott ran his fingers through his hair, and turned, he saw that everyone was staring, we all tried to turn away and act like we hadn’t been but he obviously knew. He then sat down on the couch outside, I didn’t know if I should go out there or not but I found myself doing it anyway.

“Hey... Are you okay?” I asked quietly, he looked up at me, he wasn’t crying, he just looked, blank.

“Yeah, I am, actually” He spoke through a sigh “We broke up” He said it as if he was stating the weather. I wish I didn’t feel as happy as I did, but I was, I was happy. I tried to contain it and maintain my composure.

“Oh, I’m sorry” I tried to sound sad for him.

“That’s okay, I’m not... because now, I can do this with a good conscious” He then stood and pulled me into him and kissed me. We then sat together for a moment before going back inside for him to explain the situation. We walked in together and everyone was talking quietly, but once they saw us the murmurs halted. All eyes on him, I sat down, so that he could explain.

“Well, we broke up” Everyone was surprised most likely because he fought back a smile while saying that. Then the group began apologizing, he just nodded and announced that he was going to leave. I wanted so badly to go with him, but I knew it wasn’t the time and everyone would become suspicious, but after another hour, I couldn’t wait any longer and announced my departure, and said goodbye to everyone. Once in my car I texted Scott that I was leaving Davids and asked if I could come over, he of course was totally okay with that.

I lifted my fist to knock, but before my hand could make contact, the door swung open and Scott pulled me inside. Shutting the door quickly, then slamming me against the door. Kissing me with so much need, I pulled at his hair, making him groan. His hands were all over my body, grabbing roughly at my ass, then at my hips pulling me into him. I began kissing down his jaw to his neck making him moan. He lifted me up without any notice. He brought me to his room, dropping me on his bed, he then pulled his shirt off before crawling on top of me, pushing me back, so that I was now laying. I pulled my shirt off and the way he reacts to my body just makes my confidence sky rocket. I could tell that he was genuinely so turned on by me. Before I knew it I was fully naked, he trailed kisses and hickeys down my torso, building the excitement. Once he was finally down there, he continued teasing me, kissing down my thighs. I uncontrollably bucked my hips desperate for him at this point. He finally planted a kiss onto my clit, he then took a finger sliding it up my entrance.

“Damn, you’re so wet, baby, who made you this wet?” his voice was deep, deeper than usual.

“You, Scott, only you could get me this wet” I breathed out, he hummed, liking my answer, he started with just his tongue, flicking it against my clit, then flattening it and licking up, he then began rubbing circles against it, I couldn’t contain the noises I was making. Then he slowly entered a finger, making me gasp. I was in complete ecstasy, but I really wanted to make him feel good now. Once he finished and came back up, he place two fingers to my lips, I gently sucked on his fingers, tasting myself. “I want to make you feel good now” I smiled sweetly, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, he stood up and I dropped to my knees, palming him gently through his jeans. Then unbuttoning them, he helped me pull them off completely with his underwear, and even though this wasn’t the first time we had done this, I still was in aw of his size. I started by licking a stripe up the bottom, then, gently sucking on his balls, he gathered my hair in his hands, pulling it out of my face. His breathing was already labored, I then moved on to sucking on the tip, allowing my teeth to graze it ever so gently, swirling my tongue around as well, then taking in more length each time. He began guiding me, pushing my head down, I took in as much as I could, deep throating him, the best I could. He pulled my hair, stopping me, then pulling me to my feet, before turning me around and bending me over the bed, in a swift movement, catching me by surprise, but it only turned me on more.

“Fuck, I want you to beg for it” His tone gruff.

“Please, Scott, please, fuck me, I need you inside of me” I whimpered, genuinely pleading, he pushed into me slowly, I let out a cry, as he did, he picked up his pace quickly though. I was moaning like crazy, it didn’t take long for a knot to form in my stomach, I was practically screaming. “I’m gonna cum” I was able to get out, between moans.

“Cum for me” He spoke softly, out of breath, most likely also on the verge. I came hard, he began groaning as well, cumming at the same time.

We recovered while holding each other, cuddled in his bed. “This probably isn’t the best time to say this, but I think I love you” his voice was gentle, and it sent butterflies to my stomach.

“I think I love you too”

#scotty sire #scott sire #scotty sire smut #too much Scotty #scotty sire x reader #scotty sire x you #davids vlogs #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad #vlog squad x reader #vlog squad imagine #scotty sire imagine #fanfic #imagine #smut #david dobrik #angst #jeff wittek

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jeonggukingdom · 4 years

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splinters of love • day XVII [myg]

pairing ⟶ min yoongi x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XVII ↳ in which Yoongi feels lonely and decides to text a random number in search of a friend and you are the one at the other end of the line.

genre ⟶ fluff, a little tiny bit of crack, a drop of angst

rating ⟶ G

word count ⟶ 1.832 words

warnings ⟶ there are mentions of depression the first part of this drabble so if it triggers you, avoid it please! The rest might give you cavities instead so be ware lol

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

His eyes fix on the world outside his window, the silence of his apartment enveloping him whole.

It’s one of those nights when he feels heavy inside and so desperately alone it is almost hard to breathe.

The sky is black and littered with little shining stars and usually, the sight would soothe his aching heart, put him at peace enough for him to fall asleep like this.

Tonight, though, it feels different.

He yearns for the human touch, the words of affection or even more simply, some company.

But he has none of those because he chose this for himself. He cut ties with everyone in his life, he moved to a city far away from his own and then, he avoided making friends or falling in love, too afraid of his heart being shattered again if he did, just like it happened in the past.

Most of the times, Yoongi is pretty fine with this but there are nights much like this very own that he simply cannot rest, cannot function knowing how flat, lonely and simply sad his life is.

On nights like these, he wonders if he really made the right choice, if it really worked to keep his heart to himself and save it from other people. After all, isn’t his heart aching still?

His fingers quiver as he picks up his phone to seek refuge in the distraction of social media in whatever form available but even that feels suffocating tonight.

Everyone looks happy or in love or surrounded by friends or maybe it just does because he yearns for these things, so much so he cannot see through the cracks, through the lies reflected into pictures online that reflect only a fraction of the reality surrounding someone else’s life.

He heaves out a sigh, closes his eyes and then opens them again to fix them on his screen. He doesn’t know why he does it but, in an instant, he’s putting in a random string of numbers onto his phone and sending it the most basic and stupid text he has ever sent in his entire life.

[3:05 AM] Unknown: Hello

Your phone chimes and you grunt, twist under your covers and reluctantly open your eyes to see who would text you at this ungodly hour.

Your brows furrow at the unknown number displayed on the screen and you would normally toss your phone away and never think about the text ever again but, quite frankly, you are pissed.

This person, whoever that is, woke you up from your deep slumber for absolutely no reason. Oh, you are feral.

[3:05 AM] You: Do you have any idea what time it is???

Yoongi’s mouth opens as he stares at the screen. Not only he actually managed to input an existent number but the person behind the screen actually responded.

His heart is beating frantically in his chest, his breath turning laboured as he sits up on his bed, wets his lips and with trembling fingers, types down his response.

[3:06 AM] Unknown: Yes, fuck, sorry. I… I didn’t think someone would actually respond.

You look at your phone with your mouth agape. Is this person high or something?

You shake your head, close your eyes and try to get back to sleep but after a few minutes, you have to accept the fact that now, you are fully awake and this nuthead is to blame for it.

[3:15 AM] You: Who the hell are you? Do I know you?

Yoongi thought his luck had already run out when you didn’t respond in the next two minutes or so. He had let himself fall back on his bed, trained his eyes on the world outside and just sighed in defeat.

His heart almost jumps out of his chest as his phone chimes and even without looking, he knows it must be you because, pitifully enough, nobody else would text him and especially not at this ungodly hour.

Oh.

He bites his bottom lip, scratches the uncombed top of his head almost as if you were in front of him, scrutinizing him, judging him and his mop of mint hair.

[3:16 AM] Unknown: No, we don’t know each other… Honestly, I was feeling lonely and I tried to text a random number and I really didn’t think anyone would receive it let alone answer it…

You look at your phone, blinking a few times as if by doing that the words written there will change but, obviously, they don’t and before you know it you are laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Should you believe this stranger? Or is this some type of scam of some sort that you are simply too-sleep-deprived to see through? What if this is a stalker or something?

Against your better judgment, you text them back.

[3:19 AM] You: You are crazy.

Yoongi laughs at the text, nods his head a couple of times in agreement because honestly, who in their right mind texts a random stranger in the night seeking for company? Nobody.

Well, apparently, him.

[3:19 AM] You: Well, I don’t think I’m going to fall asleep anytime soon thanks to you so…What’s your name?

He blinks a few times, baffled by the fact that you are still playing along, giving him the attention he was yearning for so easily… he wonders if you are a teenager or something, naive and unaware of the dangerous world outside.

[3:20 AM] Unknown: Yoongi… yours?

[3:20 AM] You: ________.

[3:20 AM] You: Crap, should have used a fake name… are you a creep or something?

[3:21 AM] Yoongi: Would I tell you if I were, though? Lol

[3:21 AM] You: You may have a point, lonely stranger. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to trust you… but just so you know I own a taser and I’m not afraid to use it.

Yoongi laughs at your words and he fails to notice how his heart grows bigger in his chest, how the smile is permanent on his lips as he is talking to you. He fails to notice how his body relaxes naturally the longer he text you like this, gets to know you a tad bit more.

This random stranger… You feel impossible to him, like a dream and that’s why he wants to keep this moment closer, cherish it while it lasts so that it can soothe his loneliness, placate his rattled mind even if it’s just for one night.

You talk and talk and it’s weird but natural at the same time and he barely notices how the sky switches from black to bright orange and later, into cerulean blue because the entire time, his eyes are fixed on the screen, on you.

[6:55 AM] You: Lonely boy, you have officially kept me awake the entire night… I’m gonna be a zombie at work thanks to you ç.ç

[6:55 AM] Yoongi: Oh, I didn’t notice it was so late already

[6:56 AM] Yoongi: I’m sorry? XD

[6:57 AM] You: What a sincere apology -.-”

[6:57 AM] Yoongi: I don’t have much else to offer, you know? Ahah

[6:58 AM] You: Well, shouldn’t you at least try to make it up to me???

[6:58 AM] Yoongi: Ok, how do you suggest I do that, exactly?

[6:59 AM] You: I don’t know, just figure it out, lol

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, his heart beating really fast in his chest while he feels absolutely euphoric, delirious even but also incredibly stupid because what is all of this?

What the hell is he even doing? Throwing outside the window all of his precautions as if they meant nothing before last night?

With the sun up in the sky rationality seeps back in, shakes him from the bubble he had been living in the entire night and just like that, he wavers.

[7:30 AM] You: Woah, you thinking that hard about it? I was half-kidding anyways, you know?

His silence feels weird. Which is odd because you’ve spoken for what, three hours and you already miss him? It feels absolutely nuts, just as much as last night does now as you get out of your pajamas and slip on your work clothes for another day at the office.

[7:45 AM] You: You passed out or something? Well, I gotta go to work… it was fun talking to you.

The hours pass and he doesn’t text you back. Not in two hours, not in four, not in six and you don’t even know why you care so damn much but a little tiny part of you wonders what might have scared him away when he was the one seeking the company in the first place.

You exhale loudly as you close the door behind your back, get yourself out of those damn heels and simply relax on your couch while sipping on a glass of red wine, your favourite.

Just then, your phone chimes.

[9:10 PM] Yoongi: Hey…

[9:10 PM] You: Ring the bells, he lives!

[9:10 PM] Yoongi: Sorry for disappearing… I… had a lot on my mind.

[9:11 PM] You: You don’t have to justify yourself with me, Yoongi-ssi. We don’t even know each other.

He grimaces at your words because stupidly enough, it feels like you do know each other. Hell, he is certain you know him more than anyone else in his life as of now does which is of course extremely sad but nonetheless the utter truth.

Your words sting but he knows they are somewhat true to you and that he deserves them.

He crashed into your life uninvited and then disappeared just as fast.

He had made up his mind that he was going to let all of this go early this morning but now, he wavers again and before he can stop himself, he does something he would have never imagined.

[9:13 PM] Yoongi: I’d love to change that, though. I know this might sound crazy and you’re free to say no of course but… I’d like to meet you. Like, in person.

A small smile stretches on your lips as you open the picture he sent you last night. He looked adorable under his white covers with his tangled hair, sleepy eyes and pouty lips and you had immediately tried to ignore the way your heart rate increased just a little bit while looking at his selfie.

You also tried to ignore how it started beating even faster when he called you cute when you sent one in return but now, as you look back at his photo, you can’t ignore any of those signs and before you can stop and think about what you’re doing, your fingers tap on the screen your response.

[9:15 PM] You: Thought you’d never ask, lonely boy.

#hyunglinenetwork #ficswithluv #bangtanscenery #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts fluff #bts angst #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts ff #bts imagine #bts react #bts scenario #!splintersoflove

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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The sandwich that made harry man up.

A/N I guess I made another oneshot after the other one got deleted. LOL, I’m still sad about it.

Words:1986

“Y/N, are you coming tonight? My parents are leaving for the weekend and I wanna hang out.” “Oh shit your parents aren’t home? You know what this means we’re gonna fuck shit up.” I laugh into the sleeve of my sweater as I facetime my best friend, Alyssa.

Alyssa and I have been inseparable since third grade when I moved to her school. I guess we have a lot in common. We both have humour that nobody can laugh at as much as we can. Although we have a lot of similarities, we definitely have some differences. For example, Alyssa loves to party, I, on the other hand, rather stay at home and snuggle my pillow as I watch Netflix.

“Well, I guess we can fuck shit up in my room since Harry is staying home tonight.” She sighs and glances at the camera as she picks out what to change to after school.

“Why won’t you ask him to stay at a friend’s?” To be honest, I didn’t know why I asked that. I really liked Harry’s company when he was around. He is much older than us, about three years to be exact.

Yet although there was that little age gap, He never acted like he was better than us. When we were younger he and his friend, Sam would help us with homework. Just like Alyssa and I, they are still best friends to this day. Harry is a nice guy and although I’ve always had a small crush on him, I will never be bold enough to make a move. He probably sees me as a little sister and I’ve seen the girls he’s dated before. Alyssa would probably hate me if I made a move on her brother.

“I think Sam is going to Ottawa this weekend with his parents so he has nothing better to do than just stay at home.” She picks up her phone and jumps on her bed to lay down. “Don’t worry about him, it’s not like he bothered us before. He only hangs out with us like time to time.”

“It’s not that I don’t want him around. I was just wondering since you guys have a free base, you guys can go or do whatever you want.” I shrug my shoulders and play with the dry ends of dyed hair.

“True say, I don’t know I just want to hang out with my best friend.” She smiles dorky and brings the camera right up to her teeth.

“You have spinach in between your teeth.” I laugh loudly and sit up from my bed after resting on my stomach. “Okay, chill for a bit, I’m gonna get my mom to drive me there.” We decided to stay on the call while I packed until I was practically in the car and ready to leave.

“Thanks, Mom, I’ll see you Sunday.” I hug and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Alright sweetie, you better be home without any more homework okay? Love you!”

“Love you.” I smile sweetly to her as I slam the door and walk to Alyssa’s house. I was in the comfiest attire I owned. The biggest t-shirt I can find and some black tights. I’m ready to watch some shows and ultimately take a break from school. As I knock on the door, I was surprised to see Harry answer the door. He’s dressed in grey sweatpants a black hoodie and an orange beanie. He’s cute.

“Y/N, hey I didn’t know you were coming over.” He gave a cute smile, not surprised I’m here. “Come on over, Alyssa is just in the shower.” He seemed to be in a chill mood since the last time I saw him during his exam season for University.

“Um, I was gonna go up to her room but yeah, you don’t mind I get something to snack on while waiting?” I toss my duffle bag on the side of their living room couch and make my way to their kitchen.

“I’m just about to make a sandwich, how about I make you one, just keep me company?”

“Sure.” I sit on the counter across from him as he slices pieces of ham, just watching what he puts in.

“If you want a picture love, all you got to do is ask.” He tries the cheesiest remark everyone knows.

“Ugh.” I make a confused face to hide my red cheeks. I jump off the counter and move beside him, helping him make our sandwiches. “I was just thinking how slow you are at making my food.” I joke and slice the tomato, taking the knife from him. He faces towards me, watching me make our food instead.

“Trust me, if I’m slow at making our meal, imagine how long it would take me to finish.” I stare at him with my mouth open. I can’t believe he just pulled a sexual innuendo on me… again. If you think Harry has humour. He does but the majority of it is very crude, which is funny but so inappropriate. I hide my smile at him as I put all the ingredients together.

“I see you smiling, just admit it I’m funny.” He crosses his arms across his chest, trying to bend down to see me smile. I tried my best to hide it but now I just can’t hide. “Just show me your cute little smile Y/N.” I take the finished sandwich and give it to him while showing him my ugliest smile ever, I even included my double chin.

“Here you go.” I take a bit out of my sandwich and lean across the counter from him.

“Thanks.” We ended up just staring at each other, eat our food. Little laughs and smiles would come out from us when one of us would drop some food from our mouth. “You eat like a guy.” he laughed at me, washing his hands after finishing his meal.

“That’s because I am a guy.” We both widen our eyes and laugh at my stupid remark. He walks closer to me and takes his thumb to wipe a corner of my mouth.

“You got a lil something there.” After I swallowed what’s left in my mouth. All I could do was just stare into his eyes.

We’ve been close to each other before but not like this. When we were younger, he would give Alyssa and me piggybacks. At family parties, when we were partners, we would dance and compete together. During anything, we would watch movies, talk. It’s not like a hug was new to us but how come this felt different?

His hand stayed on the side of my face while the other held onto my waist. I think we were about to kiss until we heard Alyssa coming down the stairs. We moved away so quickly from one another. I stood up straighter, leaning off the counter while Harry took off his beanie, fixing his hair.

“Oh, hey Y/N I didn’t know you were here already?” She takes a bite out of my sandwich then continues to rummage through the pantries. I glance at Harry, who seems to be out of it, probably regretting that he was about to kiss me.

“Look, I found the popcorn, you wanna watch in my living room?” she glances at me as she takes off the plastic of the bag so she can pop it in the microwave. “ How about you pick a movie and I’ll meet you there. Harry, wanna watch with us?”

“Yeah, sure.” He glances at me, playing with his phone in his hand. As we walk together to his family room. I turn the tv on and sit on the couch across from where he was already sitting. “Can we talk later tonight?”

“I guess, yeah. What about?” Trying to act cluelessly, as I pick a movie out.

“Later.” He texts on his phone as Alyssa walks in with two bowls of popcorn and three cans of coke held by her arm.

“Okay, let’s watch.” Alyssa smiles and sits beside me, wrapping the blanket around both of us.

Midway through our third movie, I realized that Alyssa fell asleep. She was lying down, resting her head on the arm of the couch on her side. I look at Harry who is watching the movie. He’s sitting on the couch with his arm laid out by the head as his leg rested on his knee. I try to whisper to him to catch his attention.

“She fell asleep.” He takes a glimpse at his little sister and stays quiet for a minute.

“ Come sit here with me.” I slowly get off the couch to move across the coffee table to where he is. As I sit beside him, we turn more towards each other. “I have something to tell you.” I nod my head as I quietly listen to him speak. “Y/N, I like you.”

“Since when?” I take pieces of hair and tuck them behind my ear. He takes another look at Alyssa then takes my hand.

“Can we talk upstairs, I don’t want her to hear us.” With that, we walk to his room and he slowly shuts his door while I sit on his bed. He takes a seat beside me and glances around his room. “I think I’ve always thought you were pretty. I haven’t really thought about having a crush on you though until last year when we were at the cottage last summer.”

“I remember that time too.” I wrap my arms around myself, feeling a bit cold in his room since he hasn’t been in here for hours. He takes his sweatshirt off and offers it to me. I gladly take it, wanting to feel his warmth and his scent.

“You were just so carefree during that time, you just wanted to have fun. I thought you were really nice too since you let Alyssa do whatever you guys were gonna do.” I look at the sleeves of his sweater.

I never thought Harry would ever like me. He always had this frat-boy persona. I knew he was popular at his school, he was one of the best soccer players.

“Can I just ask why you would like me? You know so many other girls.” He puls the fabric of his sweater to pull me closer to him.

“Hate to break it to you. You aren’t like most girls.” He blushes and looks away. “I guess I was just scared to ask you out since you’re so much younger than me plus you’re my sister’s best friend. I don’t know I just thought it could work out between you and me now because you’re finally in the first year now. It wouldn’t be too awkward right?”

“Harry, I’ve always had a little crush on you.” He looks at me and smiles so widely.

“For real?”

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing.” He laughs at me and takes my hands so I can focus on him.

“Not embarrassing, you’re really cute.”

“Oh, just kiss already.” Alyssa stands by the doorway wrapped in the blanket from downstairs, watching us. Harry and I suddenly fall still, shocked by her presence. “What? Don’t think I’ll stop whatever you guys are having. I know you guys always had a thing for each other.” We widen our eyes and look at opposite corners of the room. “Seriously, go snog and Y/N you sleep here. I’m mad you guys ditched me downstairs so you guys can have sex.” She giggles at us then sends an air kiss my way. She shuts the door, leaving Harry and I listening to her footsteps that lead to her room.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N.” “You’re pretty yourself Harry.” and with that he leans into me, finally kissing me.

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minijenn · 4 years

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I Don’t Belong Here Anymore (A MK 2.0 era one-shot)

Well folks, here’s my late submission to UF celebration week one! And, how about for MK week we take a look at Stonemason and his relationship with the MKs’ successors! That’s right, this will be an MK 2.0 fic! Because it focuses on them (and not the original four MK) I guess you could also argue this is actually an early week three submission lol. I’ll leave it up to reader interpretation on which week it belongs to. This is something set very early in that section of the timeline. Some notes ahead of it: this assumes Stonemason has his own body (but that it too has the robot arm), it is slightly inspired by a Doctor Who scene from the episode The Big Bang (but is also very much its own thing), and also remember that Ava’s real name is Avery, so that’s what she’s called throughout this. Now, let us begin.

Looking out into the woods of Gravity Falls, Stonemason stood quietly and alone on the porch of the Mystery Shack. For years he had loved this feeling. It had been part of the reason he had lived out in the woods during his teenage years, close enough to the Shack if he ever needed to come by but also enough of his own space. The forest of Gravity Falls had everything he’d always wanted. The quiet night, the buzz of nearby fireflies, and that sense some being was watching you from the tree line. Taking a deep breath of the warm summer air, Stonemason tried to internalize the sensation. He truly loved living here.

And he always would.

“I don’t think I belong here anymore.” He said to himself, for the third time tonight. He hoped he had some kind of audience stalking him from the trees, just so something could hear his goodbye. He was still trying to process the idea of leaving, but he thought it was the right thing to do. He and Dipper had finally decided what was best for the two infants sleeping upstairs. Dipper had not wanted to go through with it, but the former assassin pushed the idea. Dipper still had trauma from his summers all those years ago. The possession, Weirdmageddon, his time trapped on Homeworld, and so much more. Stonemason couldn’t blame him and knew his counterpart did not like thinking back on his torment, but he also quickly realized Dipper’s two daughters would ask endless questions. At least one of them probably would. And, when Stonemason realized that, he realized his very presence would inspire those questions. They’d want to know why their “uncle” looked exactly like their father, and he knew simply claiming he was another twin was not a strong lie.

Holding back a few tears, Stonemason took another deep breath and thought about those two, Avery and Abigail. He loved those two kids. Dipper and Pacifica had teased him before they were born, telling him how much he’d care about them. He never expected he would love his two nieces as much as he did, and that was the larger reason why he planned on leaving. Yes, he wanted to help Dipper, but he knew the mystery seeker would triumph through his past pain. “But I can’t imagine needing to explain it to those two,” Stonemason said aloud. He wanted Abigail and Avery to stay innocent and not need to face nightmares. If that meant leaving Gravity Falls, meaning he’d never need to tell them about the suffering Dipper went through so he could come to exist, then he thought it was worth it.

The former assassin took one last deep breath of the outside air before turning to open the door. He loved those two kids too much to not say goodbye. But they would be the only ones he bid farewell. While Dipper had agreed to his plan to leave, he knew that, if they tried to have a farewell, Dipper would never be able to go through with it. Dipper would change his mind at the last minute. He always did.

Sneaking through the old door, the former assassin walked the several feet to the living room, recalling all the old memories he’d always love. From his first few days trying to live as part of the Pines Family, to those few visits he’d make after he’d move out to the woods, and everything else. As he looked throughout the old room, however, Stonemason felt another tear forming at his eye, which he quickly wiped away. He wasn’t going to get distracted, not again. He quickly decided to avoid taking a last look at any other room for now, thus meaning he’d have no way to get sentimental and second guess himself. Well, second guess himself more than he already was. He wasn’t sure about this. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to rob the kids the chance to met him. He’d even miss the small things, like the weekly poker games he would play with Stan, Greg and other people he’d never really bothered to learn the names of. But, as he quietly walked up the stairs and opened the door to the baby room, seeing the two of them sleeping before him, Stonemason reminded himself of why he was doing this and sat down.

“Hey, you two,” he said quietly to the sleeping infants, “its good old me, Uncle Stonemason.” A small sad simile formed on Stonemason’s face as he spoke, only slightly ahead of the tears that began to form in his eyes. “I may not know much about infants and all but… well… I…” Stonemason found himself taking a breath and wiping away another tear. Once again, a part of himself said to stop just. Just go to bed and stay. So, for a few seconds, he just sat. Thinking over his options and plans. He could stay, help the two grow up, but… “I want you two to be safe,” he said at last, “and be without worry. And I have a feeling at least one of you will inherit Dipper’s curiosity. And that’s okay, just be careful with your adventures….”

Stonemason took another breath, wiped away a few more tears and looked back down at them, “but that means you’d inevitably look into how I came to be. And I’m going to avoid that. If that means being out of your lives—” Stonemason found himself stopping the sentence, trying to wrap his head around never seeing them again. “so be it” he said at last with all his strength.

Is that it? He thought to himself, that was the big goodbye? Stonemason wiped these thoughts away and got up to leave. Yes, keep it simple and—

And then one of the babies stirred.

With the speed of a bullet, Stonemason turned around to face the child, quickly seeing that it was Avery who was waking up. Without thinking, Stonemason quickly picked up the infant to calm her down. Of course, with her sister’s presence suddenly gone, Abigail also began to stir, so the former assassin picked her up as well. As thus, now holding each twin in both of his arms, Stonemason realized he was again taking on the caretaker role he was trying to run from. “I guess you don’t want me to go either,” he joked, looking down at his nieces. “I-its for the best, you know,” Stonemason lied, trying to convince himself more than the kids. “I-I…” Stonemason felt another rush of emotion run through him, but this time… he simply let it come.

As tears rolled down his face, Stonemason kept his eyes locked on the two twins. “The new Pines Twins,” he recounted to make himself feel better, a small smile appearing on his face. “That’s what Stan dubbed you. I’m sure you’ll live up to that title. Better yet, you’ll surpass that title. Dipper and Mabel have prepared the path, now all you two have to do is do better than them in every category” he joked quietly. “And I have no doubt you’ll do so… as long as I’m not there to scare you.”

As if on cue, both infants looked up into their uncle’s eyes, and, yet, while he felt more tears scroll down his face, it only served to make him more sure of his plan. “I think you’d be scared,” he lied, “scared of the former assassin and his dark origins…” Stonemason then shook away his remaining doubts. “Yes, this is for the best,” he again lied as he felt Avery and Abigail drift back to sleep. Still, however, Stonemason held onto them for another minute, making sure both had fallen back to sleep and simply not wanting to let go.

“I don’t want this,” he repeated as he put them back into their crib. “I… I-I… just want you to be safe,” he said as moved away from the babies, now both fully asleep and tucked into their crib for the night. At first he wanted that to be it and leave with that. But, as Stonemason turned to the door, he stopped himself again. “You two deserve for me to actually say ‘goodbye,’ you know. Well, you deserve far more than that, but its what I can provide.”

The uncle again turned back to his nieces. He had tried to think over what a last goodbye would include but never brought himself to actually think it up. So, he took another minute in the room, trying in vain to find the words, though nothing came to mind. Instead, he again found himself thinking about life if he stayed. Just leave back to his camping site and let this life he loved so much continue. He could be their uncle. Help them grow up. Be here for their holidays, birthdays, and all in between. For the laughs and the tears, he could stay and help them. He could stay a part of the Pines Family.

“Can you imagine it?” he caught himself asking the sleeping infants. “Me staying? Maybe if you were a bit older… I know you could. Your lovable, if sometimes on edge, Uncle Stonemason. The weird Pines who was made to be an assassin…. but was so much more. I could tell you my story,” he said, feeling another wave of tears build up, “I hope it could teach you a lesson. And we would have so much fun….”

Stonemason looked over to the wall of the bedroom, noticing a framed picture of himself, Dipper, Pacifica, Steven, Mabel, and Connie from their teenage years. Slowing approaching the photograph, the once assassin quietly took it down from the wall, all while looking into his younger self’s eyes. “I made an impact,” he said at last. “I grew… your parents grew…. your family, everyone. We all grew to be better. And we all helped each other with that.” With that said, Stonemason brought himself to look at his nieces one last time. “And maybe that’s the one reason I can bring myself to leave… because I know I’ll never really be gone.”

“Whatever lessons we taught each other will be passed down to you. I’ll be there. For every adventure, every laugh, everyday… I’ll be there in spirit, pushing you both along.” And now, Stonemason fully let the latest wave of tears fall down his face. “I hope you two somehow always know your Uncle Stonemason will never leave you. I’ll be there, in spirit, making sure you grow up.”

As he placed the framed photo into his cape pocket, Stonemason took a quick glance down to Dipper and Pacifica’s room, noticing that the door was still closed, meaning they were still asleep. “I’m free to go, kids,” he said, trying his best to throw in his typical sense of humor, though it only served to inspire a small smile.

And so, as Stonemason walked out the door of the twins’ room for the final time, he said his farewell without turning to face them. “Goodbye, Avery. Goodbye, Abigail. Love every minute, learn every lesson, and know that deep down… I’ll still be here,” Stonemason said through his tears but giving himself a sad smile. “I will always be here, even if I can’t physically be so. You will always have me.”

And now, Stonemason moved to walk down the stairs. Despite what he had said, he knew and accepted it didn’t mean anything for himself. He would never see those two kids again, but as he reached the Shack door, he again wiped away the tears and accepted it. He’d always be here for the kids thanks to the lessons that would be passed down, and they would get the best of him thanks to that. Stonemason took another look back at the Shack’s rooms, replaying every memory he had of the old building that came to mind. And then, taking a deep breath, he walked through the door, left the Pines property, and snuck into the Crystal Temple. Approaching the warp pad, he let his past experiences here wash over him, creating new sets of tears and regrets. Nevertheless, he stood atop the warp pad, calibrated his arm to make sure he could use it to activate the pad’s teleport, and stole one last glance out the house’s windows to the Shack.

“I don’t belong here anymore,” he said again, embracing the lie and activating the teleport. And thus, Professor Stonemason Yellow Pines—the man who was a former assassin, a Mystery Kid/Adult, a Gem Military Brigadier, a researcher, an uncle, and so much more—disappeared from Gravity Falls.

#sumbission #submission #uf 5th year anniversary celebration #dropped it under the cut to save dash space buuuuuut #oh this hit me right in the honey nut feelios #i cant speak much to what actually does happen with stonemason by the time of mk2 #but this was still #an emotional journey #uf fan fics #not mine #mk2 #universe falls

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