#(my thoughts on both are intertwined because im both. but reminder that not everyone is!)

[aspecduality]

I dream of a day when more influencers and famous people have DNIs for aphobes, where it's commonplace to see people in the spotlight supporting and raising awareness and funds for ace and aro causes and support. Where aspec idenities are included in pride editions of merchandise. I await the tipping point in society when the words asexual and aromantic even if not agreed on, most people have at least heard of so I don't have to make a ted talk whenever I bring up my orientation. A day when not only sexual orientation but also romantic orientation is explicitly included in the non discrimination policies of employers and the like.

It won't be an easy path of course, and even when we get there it will be painful and unfortunately spark a lot of hate well. Maybe there will be times I will wish we could go back into the shadows we are in right now. Yet at the same time I desperately want that tipping point in society to just rip off the bandaid and start the process despite me being someone who likes to keep my orientation to myself with 99% of people I interact with in real life. Progress is slow, but the ball has started rolling. I await the day when aspec orientations step into the spotlight, even if I'm not one of them.

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Hey people! So during the early hours while I was listening to music I started thinking about which ones reminded me of some Pedro Boys, so this post is basically that.

So if you're interested... hop on!!!

warnings: very small smut (sorry not sorry)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

PEDRO BOYS AS SONGS 🎧🎵

Joel Miller

I feel like Joel would be Shades of Cool by Lana Del Rey, just something about this song that screams QZ!Joel Miller and also PostOutbreak!Joel in general.

The guitar solo in the song??? oh man so Joel codded, JUST HEAR ME OUT!

Javier Peña

I couldn't decide between these two, every time im listening to wicked games i remember of Javi, and Tuyo??? PLEASE THIS IS HIS SONG!!!

"What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)"

You can't tell me that after reading this you didn't thought of Javier Fucking Peña.

Frankie Morales

judge me but i see Frankie listening to Frank Ocean on off. and Pink + White intertwines themes of nostalgia, the inevitability of change, and the bittersweet nature of life. Also i picture Framkie listening to this remembering abou the happy moments he had with his friends.

Marcus Pike

COME ON GUYS THIS IS HIS - AND ONLY HIS - SONG, the lyrics, instrumental, the feeling everything is Marcus Pike.

Our beloved hopeless romantic deserve this magestic song! i mean:

'Cause with your hand in my hand And a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the glass I'll be tryin' to pull you through You just gotta be strong

THIS SCREAMS MARCUS PIKE!!!!

Agent Whiskey

You say it's big but you take it Ride cowgirl

THIS IS EASILY SOMETHIS JACK WOULD SAY LIKE COME ONNNNNN just imagine the scene, he's laying down on the bed while you are on his laps, both of you bare like the day you were born, his hands gripping your thighs sinking down on his cock throwing your head back murmuring.

"It's so big Jack"

He chuckles grabbing his cowboy hat from the bed headboard and place it in your head.

"You can say it's big but you take it, come on, ride cowgirl"

as he says he grabs your hips circling it while his cock is deep buried inside of you.

DAMN I JUST WROTE A LITTLE SMUT IN THIS, I LOST IT A BIG TIME AGO FOR THIS ONE.

Dieter Bravo

We all know Dieter is very famous in The Bubble universe and he does every thing he can just because of this, and that is literally what the song says about, it tells you about doing every thing to be popular, and well Dieter already is so he is.... enjoying it(?.

Dieter loves attention, he loves the most part of what he can get about being famous.

Dave York

If im not into this man than maybe he's haunting me, besides of being misterious and very hot he also have an interesting job that makes him even hotter.

Just listen to the song and i dare you to say that it doesn't remind you of him.

Din Djarin

I feel like behind that helmet Din jus truly wanna be loved, like he could just forget about all his problems and focus on something else. For this one i don't really have an explanation i just feel it.

Oberyn Martell

This song is the most pure lust you can ever hear, and everyone knows that Oberyn loves and enjoys sex, and this song.... OH MAN IF YOU REALLY EARNED IT IN HIS EYES YOU WOULD BE PRATICALY DEAD FROMPLEASURE THE MORNING AFTER.

He wouls make you go through - at least - 4 or more orgasms, this man won't settle for little, he wants you screaming his name, clawing at his back, begging for him, and after all of that he would give you a breath taking kiss and help you clean yourself.

I hope that everyone who got here enjoyed! Feel free to comment your opinion :)

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msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 2.5k ft. osamu miya, and also those other two idiots. a/n: thank you for the enthusiasm on this silly little series, im kissing all of you on the forehead. c/w for inconsistent use of the miya accent omg

[<-chapter 1][chapter 3->] || [start from intro][masterlist]

You sneakily glance over the top of your phone. 

Beside you on the platform, Osamu is in the middle of muffling a yawn. The glowing red numbers on the station clock behind him blink a minute closer to ten.

The one on the right, you think, after a few seconds of observation, That’s Atsumu.

Satisfied, you keep scrolling. 

And then you see it again. The thing that started all this. 

You think of it as The Picture.

(With the capitals, because even after you told yourself you wouldn’t look it up anymore, it keeps crossing your path, algorithmically intertwined as it is with Atsumu’s.)

It shouldn’t even have been incriminating— it’s just Atsumu (with his hood pulled over his head, that’s why any of this was working) walking you across the parking lot, both of you photographed mid-step under one of the pole lights— but there’s just something in your eyes, something in the way you’re looking at him while you’re laughing at something he said.

Really, it’s a good picture.

Good, because you know what that something it managed to capture is.

It’s the fact that you really are a little in love with him.

That’s why your heart had broken— again, just a little, honest— when Atsumu had seen it too, and just laughed. 

‘Now that’s convincing, ain’t it? Don’t ya worry, I’ll make sure no one believes it.’

You hastily lock your phone, trying to get Atsumu’s face out of your mind before the lump in your throat has a chance to establish itself. Unfortunately, you’re not really in a situation where you can escape being reminded of him.

“Osamu,” you say, feeling more than a little bad about your true motivations when he’s been nice enough to wait with you, “you should go home. It’s late.”

He looks at you sideways, with a grin. “Oh, did ya want to get started on the breakup rumours? It'd be a great picture, I'll give ya that. Get them a shot of ya sittin’ all lonesome on the bench over there.”

You swat him on the arm. “You’re having too much fun with this! Don’t you have to get up early to open the restaurant?”

“Nah, tomorrow's my day off too. I'm sleepin’ in.” Osamu pats you on the head like a child. “Don’t ya worry.”

It’s starting to annoy you how even now— when they’re not as easy to mix up— they still manage to be so damn similar. Enough for this ruse to work, and enough for people to occasionally pause and frown as they notice Osamu's face, trying to place where they've seen him before. 

They think he doesn't notice.

(Like right now, there’s a man on the other platform who’s been staring for the past five minutes. Osamu’s already suggested— and you’ve rejected— that he pretend to kiss you, just to give the man some more material to work with. )

Once, you asked Osamu if he minded all that attention. He’d thought for a moment, and then with a shrug said, at least he’s not on the news for bein’ a serial killer. Imagine what they’d be sayin’ about me then.

And people certainly had a lot to say. How Osamu should dye his hair back to grey, like he’d had it in highschool. How obviously, they were on the outs since he didn’t show up to Atsumu’s away game. How Osamu should quit the food industry, and take up modelling; but also how there was no way in hell he’d make it, because Atsumu was right there for everyone to compare him with. The better twin.

You know this is what Atsumu was trying to protect you from— these comments on your hair, your body, your life, and every single choice you did or didn’t make— by shutting down the rumour as fast as he could. 

But that didn’t make it feel any less like a rejection.

It didn’t make it hurt any less.

You can’t help but feel like some sort of obsessed fangirl, seeing how absolutely uninterested he’d been in the idea, and it’s a feeling tinged with shame. 

(Why would Atsumu Miya want you anyway? There must be other people, better people— athletes, models, actresses— lining up for a chance with him. You're a fool for even imagining it.)

Osamu’s phone pings, breaking you out of your melancholy spiral. He unlocks it and reads the text that’s just come through. 

“Our sample bento boxes just got delivered.”

This is what you’ve been working on with him. A collaboration between Onigiri Miya and the Jackals— limited edition bento, showcasing each player’s personal tastes. As the team’s nutritionist, Osamu had insisted you were the one who was best suited to helping him determine the menu. The meals had to be balanced, but not repetitive; arranged attractively, but still be practical enough for production and transport. 

They also had to be an absolute secret until it was ready to launch.

Copycats, was the one-word explanation you first got out of the publicist, as she tapped away at her phone. And then—after you heard the shwoop of an email being sent— a slightly longer elaboration: can’t trust the Jackals to be quiet either. Don’t tell them.

(She was still looking at the screen. You don’t think you’ve ever made eye contact with her.)

“That’s good,” you say, with some relief. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep everything secret. Doesn’t Atsumu ask you what we talk about every day?”

“I just say ‘food’.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “And you’re okay with that? I mean… doesn’t it feel like lying? By omission?”

“I enjoy lying to him without omission too.”

Growing up, Osamu had quickly tired of being thought of as part of a set— especially since with Atsumu’s flashy personality, that usually ended with him being ‘Atsumu’s brother’.

In an attempt to establish his own identity and find his 'thing', Osamu had made the ill-advised decision to borrow his much older neighbour’s collection of horror DVDs. Why a highschooler thought it would be a good idea to give an eight year old the likes of The Grudge or Texas Chainsaw Massacre (dubbed), no one ever really managed to get out of the boy.

Still, Osamu had made it a good way into that cardboard carton before his mother had caught him. 

(Atsumu had woken up in the middle of the night, and upon finding his brother missing from their bunk bed, had sleepily stumbled into the family room; where Osamu was in the middle of watching Freddy Krueger going at it. His scream had scared Osamu far more than Freddy or Jason ever did.)

The horror movie thing hadn’t really amounted to much. He’s fairly sure it’s because nothing would ever conjure up the primal fear that he’d felt after seeing the look on his mother’s face when she’d made it down the stairs that night. 

But occasionally, when he’s closing up Onigiri Miya’s kitchen all alone in the middle of the night with only a dripping faucet for company, he catches sight of the gleaming knives and his mind wanders back to those nights in front of the TV. 

Sometimes he imagines using the knives to defend himself.

And sometimes, he imagines being the slasher.

Times like right now.

“Samu! Open up! I know you’re in there!”

I could chop him into little cubes and serve him right up, Osamu thinks, pulling his blankets over his eyes; as if blocking out the light will somehow block out the incessant banging on his apartment door. They’d never catch me.

Atsumu keeps it up for a whole minute. Osamu knows his brother has more stamina than his neighbours have patience; so he rolls out of bed, pulls on a shirt, and stomps his way to his front door.

“Whad’dya want?” he asks irritably, after he wrenches the door open.

Atsumu shoots him an irritatingly bright grin. “Do I need a reason to visit my beloved brother?”

“Ew.”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

“I’m just gonna bang on the door again if you don’t let me.”

He wouldn’t even taste all that different from chicken if I drowned the meat in soy sauce, probably, Osamu thinks as he steps aside.

Atsumu saunters in, looking around the place like he’s never seen it before. Osamu’s too sleepy to ask. 

“Pretty clean in here,” he says.

“‘M not a pig like you,” Osamu grumbles as he makes his way to the kitchen, Atsumu trailing behind. “It’s always clean.”

“Not this clean,” Atsumu insists. “Okay, forget it.”

Gladly, Osamu thinks. “If ya want to mooch breakfast offa me, go wash your hands. I just know they're filthy.”

Atsumu mumbles something under his breath, but obliges, turning off into the bathroom. And just as well— Osamu discovers he’s left the sample bento boxes on the kitchen table.

Of course, Atsumu may have grown taller, but he’s still got the hand washing technique of a particularly unhygienic ten year old, so he finishes much too quickly. He shows up again when Osamu’s still got the last box in his hands.

“What’s that?”

“Nothin’. Work stuff.” Osamu says shortly, as he puts it away and shuts the fridge.

“Looks awful cute for work stuff.”

Osamu sighs heavily, and opens his cupboard to get a pan and fry up some eggs. It's not where it usually is. He frowns for a moment, before remembering it's in the sink— along with two plates and a pot, from the late dinner he'd thrown together with you last night.

They shift noisily as he draws the pan out. Atsumu whips his head towards the sound. 

“I thought ya hated leavin’ dirty dishes overnight.”

“Why are ya actin’ like ma, for god's sake?” Osamu asks, exasperated. “I had some company over. We cooked together, and then I was too tired to clean up. Since this was supposed to be my day off, I thought I'd get some rest first, jackass.”

“You were cooking together?” Atsumu looks pale. “Is— is that a euphemism?”

Pair him with wasabi. No one would know.

“The coach said you were a little listless at practice today, Atsumu,” you tell him, skimming over his meal plan. 

“‘M a little tired today, yeah.”

Of course he was listless. He hadn’t slept a wink. He was a zombie running on coffee. (Except instead of brains, what he's craving is a stupid chocolate chip cookie, for some reason.)

He just couldn’t stop going over the evidence. 

One, his brother’s suspiciously clean apartment. (Osamu may have convinced the world otherwise, but Atsumu knows half the mess in their room growing up was his.)

Two, the tinted lip balm he’d found on the bathroom counter. He’d swatched it on the back of his hand, and the light scent of strawberry had filled the air. Definitely not Osamu’s. (The teenage boy lurking in his brain had tried to convince him to kiss his own hand, just to see what it would be like.)

Three, Osamu hurriedly putting away that bento box. Were you at the bento-making stage of the relationship already? He's screwed. Maybe it came sooner than usual because both of you were freaks about food. (Atsumu doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life only getting raisin bran cookies from you, dammit. He wants to eat your deliciously salty, deep fried, unhealthiest tempura too. And that chocolate chip.)

And fourth, most damning of all— Osamu had allowed you into his kitchen. (He barely let anyone into his kitchen, euphemistically or otherwise. This was serious.)

“Have your energy levels been okay?”

“Just peachy,” Atsumu says, because he’s trying to tell himself the faint wash of colour on your lips is more peach than strawberry.

That’s when he discovers a more pressing issue. Your tracksuit is zipped all the way up. 

Was it always like that? He’s not sure. 

Oh god, did you have a hickey under there?

It was a mistake to think about that, because now he’s thinking about Osamu giving it to you, and Osamu’s face is his face, and god dammit, that person online was right, this was going to mess him up—

“Atsumu. You’re… kind of staring.”

Oh fuck, he was. He was staring at his brother's girlfriend. He's the worst.

“I’m just— I’m a little distracted— Sorry—” he starts frantically.

(Yes, distracted, because his brain is playing a nice little wedding montage for him right now.)

“Oh, it’s alright,” you say. “I didn’t mind.”

Atsumu freezes. You didn’t mind? You didn’t mind? 

He blames his next words on the extraordinary amount of caffeine coursing through his body. “Then can I keep starin’?”

You stare at him in shock.

Well, that’s it, he thinks, as he turns his blazing face up to the heavens, praying for a smiting.

Now you were going to report him to HR and transfer to Tokyo. Or worse, you’d awkwardly laugh it off and he'd be the guy who hit on his future sister in law. You'd make him tell the story at the wedding. In front of his mother.

When you don’t do either of those things, Atsumu reluctantly manages to pry his eyes off of the ceiling, and all he finds is you still staring at him, lips parted in surprise.

He makes eye contact. In that brief moment, he sees... something.

“Try and get more protein in,” you squeak.

And then you run.

(The camera pans to the priest solemnly addressing the gathering. “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”.)

(Atsumu stands up.)

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u/fattytuna95

WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN A GIRL RUNS AWAY FROM YOU???

IN A GOOD WAY

I THINK

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r/relationship_advice • 5 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

UPDATE: I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

I tried to post earlier but it got caught in the spam filter.

So I went to my brother's apartment first thing in the morning yesterday. There was some stuff I found there that made me think it was over, but then when I was talking with her at work today, I ended up... asking her if I could stare at her.

Don't ask, it's complicated.

I thought if I wasn't finished before, I sure was now. But the way she looked at me after I said it was... I don't know how to describe it. I really felt like there was something there.

And then she ran away.

I know none of that makes sense, but fuck, I really think she might like me back. But now she's not answering her phone. What the hell do I do? I can't focus, I just keep thinking about her.

(She went home but I'm not done with work yet so I'm standing in line to get the strongest coffee they're legally allowed to give me to get through the rest of the day. I won't have my phone with me. Might reply late.)

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u/unicornpoodle • 5 hours ago

why am I always the first to comment on your posts...?

dude I don't get how you think her running away from you was a good thing. how many times did you call her? you must be pretty hot if you haven't gotten an email for an HR meeting yet. lol.

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u/fattytuna95 • 5 hours ago Trust me, it was. And just twice. Yeah I'm pretty hot. ↑ 20 ↓   •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 5 hours ago

What did you find at the apartment?

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u/fattytuna95 • 5 hours ago IT DOESN'T MATTER! ↑ 30 ↓   •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 1 minute ago

oh my gosh im so sorry i've been busy all day and just saw this!! but don't worry it's going to work out!!! im sure of it!!!! just talk to her!!

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u/unicornpoodle • just now Real life doesn't always work out like the movies. Why is everyone just ignoring the fact that she RAN. AWAY. ↑ 1 ↓   •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • just now i knowwwww!!! but that new picture of y/n and osamu from today just makes me believe in loveee edit: that's atsumu miya's twin brother and his new gf btw ↑ 1 ↓   •••

oh no, what's this about a new picture? [my other fics->] please leave a like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed! <3 divider @/cafekitsune

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I have a request

Can we do a jealous Omega monoma x reader were someone is flirting or trying to take reader away from monoma.

You can do this if you want too and love your work keep it and drink water.

Aww thank you so much and thanks for the reminder!

Jealous Omega! Monoma

Jealousy is an ugly thing that comes in the least opportune times, but it also makes for great stories to share with others.

Monoma has a jealousy streak in general, this was mostly seen anytime class A did anything that he felt undermined class B.

When it came to you and him in the other hand, it wasn't jealousy but doubt. He didn't feel like he was a good enough boyfriend and when it came to dynamics, not a very good omega.

It didn't matter how many times you reassured him that he was the perfect omega for you and just a perfect boyfriend in general, he always found something he wasn't happy with.

You never asked if he needed help with his heats, you just assumed he would ask you for help when he needed/felt ready to have you share his heat. He never asked you for help and it was because he thought you would be the one to ask. This made his insecurities worse.

The day all of this was challenged was when you both were out on a date at the fair. You asked if he wanted to go and he agreed saying that "Anything for my beloved, especially my alpha!" You rolled your eyes playfully, he'd been using your dynamic more and more these past few days, you guess he might be going into heat since he lets himself indulge to his omega.

He was holding on to your hand by intertwining your pinkies. He wasn't a huge PDA guy but he did enjoy being close to you and occasionally kissing you.

That didn't stop some random guy from coming up and talking to you.

Monoma was fine with you being with other people, he never wanted to make you feel like you had to be with him, but when he's nearing his heat he was a bit irritable. He was going to tell the person off or just leave and let you deal with this guy till he noticed the persons scent.

Another omega....oh boy

"So whats a beautiful alpha like you doing at a fair by your lonesome?" "Im here with my boyfriend, my omega actually." "Oh right, i don't see a bite mark on him. Stop joking around your free to...you know, fuck around"

You made it clear you weren't interested and you could smell Monoma getting agitated. You turned to him and just grab his hand fully dragging him away from the other omega.

Monoma felt more relaxed after you took initiative and left with him. That didn't mean more problems didn't arise as the date went on.

Person after person continued to interrupt the date you both had planned and is was getting too Monoma.

You wore blockers in a daily and he asked you if you would let up a bit since he wanted you to scent his things for his nest. He now regretted asking you to do that because you always had a potent and attractive scent.

All of these people completely ignored the fact that you held hands, that you both had kissed multiple times thought the day.

His doubts started to come in and it wasn’t pretty.

He felt like the attention that everyone was giving you was what you craved. That an alpha like yourself deserved to be gushed over rather than tied to a pathetic omega like him.

His hormones were all over the place and he needed to calm down, he knows you wont leave him, he knows you love him, that he's your boyfriend.

Your omega

But he couldn't help but see red when some other omega came up to you and ended clinging to you, rubbing their nose to your neck.

They're trying to scent you

they want to smell like you

….and for you to smell like th-

"GET OFF OF THEM!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to face Monoma.

None of them stood a chance against a pissed off omega, especially when that omega was Neito Monoma.

"Get off of whats mine! Thats my partner! My.Alpha!"

He comes up to the omega holding on to you who was cowering in fear. He yanks them off and grabs at you.

"Their mine! You're mine!"

He looked between the other people and you. He was looking at you for reassurance and comfort. He didn’t feel the best but he couldn’t stop, he was pissed.

He pulls at you and bites your neck, essentially mating you in a way.

He claimed you

You were his. That was hot.

In Monomas head he's having an entire meltdown because "Oh my fucking god, i just claimed my alpha! Should i've waited till we were older? Maybe they didn't want this?"

The other omega immediately left the two of you alone and so did everyone else. The two of you were alone again, his omega purring at the fact that he laid claim on you.

You on the other were raving at the fact that your boyfriend was now your omega and that he took initiative. If you weren't in a state of shock you would've clapped at his display. It wasn't like he never took initiative but this was a huge step when it came to PDA with you in public.

"Neito, sweetheart? Are you ok?" "Huh, y-yeah i'm great! I-im just y-you know..."

He was precious.

"Why did you do that? Im not mad or anything, i'm just curious." He hesitated in answering but you already knew that it was a mix of being close to his heat and jealousy from the attention you were getting from other omegas.

"Nei? Baby, come on~" "D-don't say that i-im not-" "My precious omega, what happened~?" You're grinning proudly at him. His face flushed from the teasing.

"Im not dealing with this, lets j-just go back-" "Nope! Let's go to the carousel. This date isn't over my omega." Monoma was crowning at you, he loved it when you called him yours.

The rest of the date went great. He was yours and you were his. He asked if you would bond with him, you said yes but when he wasn't in heat. You wanted him to be conscious and ready for bonding.

Monoma couldn't have asked for a better alpha other then you!

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hey, it's my first time doing any request so i'm little embarrassed but i'm excited too!! i love your writing so much<33 i had this in my mind for a while

Eren's s/o kissing his palms/hands or the spots where he usually bites his hand when he's about to transform

it can be anything(like drabble/headcanons etc. i hope you get me😭) once again I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

that is so frickin adorable STOP I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN🥺 you can always request things to me, i’m not sure how soon i’ll get onto them but i will try my best and i love hearing from you!

okay i’m actually really proud of this one haha! the drabble will take place during the reclaim of shiganshina arc if that’s alright, and psa i scared myself writing a certain line because i had no clue how i was going to proceed after implying a major death LMAO. i think you’ll know what line i’m taking about but don’t worry nothing happens lol.

warnings: angst... IM SORRY🥲

words: 1.1k

kissing vow ~ eren x reader

Dawn quickly rose over the well-known territory. The part of land that was whispered upon for years ever since its fall, and a place strangely familiar to all your ears and hearts even if you hadn’t traveled there yourself. After the trip into the midnight wilderness you had arrived for a mission far greater than any other, and it was clear there were no visible signs of doubt from anyone.

Except for of course, the young boy with more pressure on his chest than anyone, one you cared for very dearly who’d call almost every shot with his actions. He was frightened beyond compare, so as the last few squads stood atop Wall Maria, urgently waiting for any signal, Eren was practically pissing himself right then and there. He had returned, devised a plan with all the leading commanders in just a few days, and was now preparing to risk his life for his homeland and people. There was no moment of rest for him or any of you. Besides the constant worry of succeeding the mission this very well may be the last time any of you see each other again.

You shout out his last name, once, twice, as he was too far in his own head to hear your first call and jog to him, gripping your delicate fingers over his shoulders. In the years you’ve spent together as scouts those small releases of tension-touching had become a clear sign you wanted each other’s attention, and you both caught onto the gesture quite quickly. Eren softened his eyes in your presence to notion just how focused he was on you. His subconscious would always allow his gaze to wander to you and what you had to say, he felt calmer that way.

“I already see you getting all inside your head, I thought talking about this on the journey here would be enough for you?” you whisper, leaning your head a little closer in attempt to understand what possibly was rumbling through his mind now.

“What if we lose”

“What?”

“I can’t bear to see us all lose! If we waited a little longer, a few more days, maybe we could have advised a plan that wouldn’t risk half the corps’ lives!” He tangled his hand in his hair, gripping the shaggy strands already coming loose from the stress he overdrove himself into. Your hands soften against the thick cloth of his cape, frowning at the few tears pricking his eyelids.

“Er, you’re more than welcome to cry to me later, just not now.” you chuckle.

“How are you so sure there’ll be a later y/n.”

You mouth opens before you can process your words, watching his cheek crane over to rest on the back of your hand that still lay against his collar. Here was humanity’s savior more worried than everyone minutes before call, but that you were perfectly fine with. This side to him was all the more proof that he was human, no matter what people labeled his being as.

“How am I sure? Bold of you to question my predictions Jaeger.” you exaggerate, placing your hands on your hips in a sneer. “I’m certain i’ll come back alive, and why? Because your protecting me with ever passionate fiber in your body, just as you will everyone else. You’re fighting for our justice against these monsters, the ones with no mind or cause. You have a cause to fight Eren and you have a heart too, a damn big one if I do say so myself. It’s the reason we support you with in the entireties of our own.”

With that, you intertwine your fingers around his right thumb, softly calloused to the touch he notes time and time again, and place it in front of your mouth to kiss. His body tenses at the feeling, but his eyes widen when he realizes where exactly you’ve placed it, your trust in him, where you’ve unknowingly hinted your years of growing affection for the boy in the heap of a split second.

Over the bitten scars littered down his radial.

He looks at you in confirmation of what he thinks it meant, and smiles into those fierce doe eyes of yours. A genuine emotion he hasn’t felt in months through grieving and loss, but could so easily melt into again with you.

So yes, he held a dangerous power, but it was all his. Something his true self was a part of that no one should ever neglect, and he found all the support he needed within the soldier right before him.

“Knock em dead Ren, do your best for everyone who’s lived and who will continue to. None of us would be standing here without you, so your presence alone is precious to us...

...We all believe in you, I believe in you.”

You guide his palm to your cheek, nuzzling into its claminess. As he engraves the plush feeling of his fingertips to your skin, a green smoke signal is fired.

And even when Eren was positive not everyone could be saved, he was reminded the ones following the biggest goals in the end would persevere and care for each other just as you had for him. He was confident you’d all succeed that way.

Like Armin now does over Commander Erwin,

Or little Gabi rather than Sasha, no matter what unjust brainwashing she believes.

But him or you, who would risk their own life caring for whom they loved most?

That was one thing he never wanted to find out.

Now he slouches in a rotten, stoned cell, contemplating what could’ve changed if only he had tried a little harder, or had this all been fate from the start?

His hand resting in his lap catches his glance, peering down at the bite marks still evident across his thumb. Surely if the marks he made as a teen persisted your kiss would too.

He slowly brings his hand up, cautious of any guards mistaking the move for another transformation, and presses his lips against the same spot you had. He closes his eyes at the warmth, sensing it was still emitting from your own lingering touch years ago. Unfortunately there had been no more little kisses, subtle clues of affection from either of you ever since. He liked those hints he really did, but now he was sure you stood a few floors above him, devising a plan to put an end to his scheme rather than caring over his emotions.

Weren’t you the one who told him to keep going though?

Perhaps if he had told you his motives beforehand rather than keeping them inside. How he appreciated every act of tenderness you gave him, more than anything he’s experienced before, how all this time he’s fought on this battlefield people called the world, for you and everyone else. Maybe then you’d stay out of his way and let him succeed, but his actions had no time for feelings or explanations. The freedom he desperately searched for in the future held no care for the past.

Yet he could never lie to himself and think you didn’t love him still, even after all this time. And Eren couldn’t deny anything about his own feelings for you, it’s what kept him going.

[kaimelia]

atticus lincoln x reader pls

unworthy of your love

a/n: hi! first of all, a huge thanks and dedication to a ton of people. this fic would not be possible without all of you!

@wordsxstars @hurricanery @herrera-n-hayes @somegreysfics @dakotasgreenkitchen @oboevallis @thedefinitionofendgame @greys-for-days

disclaimer: this is a joke and I am sorry

"Good morning, y/n," Link whispers beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He smiles, and for a moment, the alarm clock blaring beside you seems irrelevant, because he looks so incredible in the dim light peeking through the blinds.

"We have work," you groan, pulling the pillow from under your head and slapping it against his face. He laughs.

"We could call in sick." You shake your head and stand up, pulling the sheet around your body, and walk toward the dresser.

"We were sick last week and the week before. Not believable anymore." Link groans dramatically and flops back on the bed, and you throw a shirt at him. "Get dressed. You have surgery, and Nico's plenty pissed at me for the last time you were late."

"Do I have to?" He pouts his lip out like a begging child and pulls the shirt over his head. You walk to the closet, pulling out a sweater and pairing it with jeans, buttoning them as Link walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. His lips press against your ear, and you both laugh. "There's no way I can convince you to stay home?"

"Link," you turn around to face him, your hands cupping his face and your thumb lightly rubbing against his cheek. "If we leave now, we can stop for coffee on the way."

"Deal." He drops his hands and grabs yours, tugging you to the doorway. You grab your bag from the couch and chase him down the stairs of the apartment complex and to his car, where he holds the door open. "M'lady," he gestures, grinning as you get inside.

"So chivalrous," you mutter as he rounds the car and hops into the driver's seat, reversing the car and placing his hand over yours on the console, your voices both lightly humming along to the songs on the radio as you pass through the drive-through of the coffee shop, where Link recites your order by heart.

"So, I'll find you at lunch?" His hand lingers in yours for a moment in the hallway, and he's smiling as you both tug away from each other and your arms stretch farther.

"Sure." Link drops your hand and blows a kiss before running down the hallway as he usually does, the people around him staring in some mix of horror and shock as he passes.

"Y/n!" Amelia calls out, dropping Richard's hand and throwing her arms around you. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"You're sure it's not awkward? With Link?"

"Y/n, Link, and I are old history," she shakes her head. "I'm with Richard now, and I'm happier than I've ever been."

"I know, it's just, weird?"

"When have our lives ever been normal?" She waves a quick goodbye to Richard, who smiles at her like you've never seen him smile before. "Besides. Going on double dates always makes things less awkward. Link and Richard can watch whatever sports game is on, and you and I don't have to pretend to be interested in it. It's fantastic."

"Okay, okay. You've convinced me."

"Yay!" Amelia nearly squeals, clapping her hands together. "I'm so excited! I'll see you later!" She runs off, and your pager buzzes.

"Seriously?"

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"Okay, so remind me how you two got together?" Amelia smiles, and the dimple on her cheek catches a shadow from the light above.

"We go to A.A. meetings together, and we would talk after, and one day Richard asked me to get coffee," she interlocks their hands, twirling their fingers around, "and that's where it started."

"Turns out we have a lot more in common than we thought," Richard added, quickly leaning over and kissing Amelia's head. "Sometimes, you just need to forget about whatever the world thinks is right."

"I think it's beautiful," Link grins and raises his eyebrows. "I'm glad we could all find the one we're meant to be with." He places his hand on your back, his thumb lightly rubbing up and down in a soothing pattern. "And, we can all be friends through it."

"Sometimes love comes from where you least expect it," Amelia whispers, looking up at Richard and her eyes glimmering with the reflection of the restaurant lights above them. "I mean, y/n, you and Link barely knew each other before this past year."

"Yeah, well, I didn't work at the hospital before this year," you laugh softly, and Link smiles at you.

"Top of her intern class, what can I say? Caught my attention."

"Although, you need to keep your distance because otherwise, everyone's gonna think I'm all for ortho."

"That wouldn't be the worst thing, getting to spend all day with each other, would it?" You shrug and playfully shove his arm away.

"Hey, I'm neuro, and we barely get to work with each other, but I think it's for the best. It makes coming home to each other so much better each evening. Plus, there's no messy work interaction."

"Yeah, well, I'm interested in trauma," you mutter, stirring the straw in your water around. "So, I think we'll see each other a lot."

"You know, when I was an intern," Richard leaned forward, "we weren't allowed to pick a specialty in our first year."

"Yeah, well, things have changed since the 1600s," you shrug, and Amelia bats her hand out towards you.

"Rude."

"I'm not that old," Richard holds his hands up in defense.

"You're old enough to be my Dad," you mutter.

"And mine," Link adds, shrugging. Amelia narrows her gaze at him. "What? It's true!"

"And if you were a teen Dad," she points at Link, "you could be her Dad." She moves her finger to you. "You could call him Daddy."

"Please stop," Link shakes in disgust, and his hand drops away from your back. "New topic. Find your new neuro prodigy yet?"

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"Here, take my coat," Richard speaks quietly, dropping his jacket around his girlfriend's shoulders. She smiles as it hangs over her figure.

"Thank you," she whispers, and their fingers intertwine as the group walks down the sidewalk, Link's hand in yours. "So, y/n, how are you not dead from the intern workload?"

"It helps when you've got an attending who likes you and is nicer on you," you smile and shove Link lightly. "No, but in all honestly, Link helps me study, he helps me with patients, I have no idea what I'd do without him." You can see Link beaming proudly out of the corner of your eye, and he drops your hand to wrap his arm around your waist.

"We've just gotta get Owen to like you so you can stick here for a fellowship," he raises his eyebrows at you.

"I've got plenty of time until then, babe; I'm sure we'll figure it out when the time comes. Besides, who knows if you'll even still be at Grey-Sloan?" He shrugs.

"You never know," Amelia interjects. "Richard been there for how long, exactly?"

"The number doesn't matter. But, my whole life."

"I think the number does matter," you mutter under your breath, and Link squeezes your waist gently.

"Well, this is where we leave you," Link turned to the street beside them. "We should do this again sometime." You smile and lean your head against his shoulder, waving goodbye to Amelia and Richard as they walk away and speak drawn-out goodbyes.

"Well," you sigh, "that wasn't nearly as awkward as I expected."

"Dinner with three of your bosses, one of whom you're dating, another who is your boyfriend's ex, and the last, who is his ex's new boyfriend, but also old enough to be our Dad? Why would that be awkward?" You chuckle, and Link grins. He wraps his arm around your waist tighter and guides you down the street. "But seriously, I'm glad you're getting along with everyone at the hospital."

"Certainly get along with you." He pulls his keys from his pocket.

"You know, I was thinking."

"I do that sometimes."

"Move in with me." You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Link, don't you think it's a bit soon? Plus, is it really the best idea for me to move in with my boss?"

"Y/n," he turns to you, his hands on your waist. "It's not too soon if it's the one thing that feels right."

"Okay," you whisper, feeling your back press against the wall of the staircase. "I'll move in with you." He beams widely and grabs your hands, pulling you up the stairs and into his apartment. No, not his apartment, your apartment. You smile as he pulls out a bottle of champagne, not even bothering to ask why he had it, and pulls out two flutes, clinking your glasses together and celebrating the new start to your life together.

THIS IS A JOKE IM SORRY DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

[lexwritess]

hii! i saw that your requests were open and wondered if you could do like an angsty xavier x reader? with the prompts 38. and 19? thank you <3 !

why’d you only call me when your high? [x.p.]

pairing: xavier plymton x reader

warnings: dr*g ab*use, fighting, angst, smut, swearing, cheating, both y/n and xavier are assholes, it’s a fucking lot okay? it’s good tho promise!

college au!

italics is flashbacks

normal text is present time

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xavier fucking plymton.

you had some sort of an idea what you were getting into once you befriended the gorgeous blonde hair idiot but you never imagined this.

“xav, get over here!” montana shouted among the loud music and drunk students.

“meet my friend y/n! she’s super chill, i think i’m gonna make her join the group.” montana smiles.

“make me?” you raise and eyebrow at the blonde.

“oh yeah, montana isn’t to keen on asking people if they want to do things. you’ll end up doing it anyway.” xavier jokes.

“i guess i just got that kind of charm. i’m gonna go fill my drink!” montana walks away.

“xavier.” xavier introduces himself and extends his arm out to you.

“y/n.” you reply and meet his hand to shake it.

“you go to school here?” you asks xavier.

“no, i do go to the improv classes after school hours though.” he replies, leaning in closer to you.

“oh really that’s cool! what’s your interest in that?” you ask.

“i’m going to be a famous actor!” he says cockily.

“oh yeah?” you ask with an amused smirk on your face.

“yeah, i’m already in tons of commercials.” he gives a smile back to you.

you giggle and look around the cramped frat house.

“you wanna get out of here? there’s a really good pizza place down a couple blocks.” you ask xavier, hoping he agrees.

“hell yeah, this place sucks ass.” xavier says happily and grabs his jacket.

“wait wait wait, you’re telling me you did a commercial for some weird ass dildo in japan?” you laugh loudly.

“shhhh!” xavier laughs and pushes his finger against your slightly chapped lips.

“i didn’t know! it was before i had an agent and i was desperate for a gig.” xavier exclaims.

“mmm, japaneseeee dildoooo.” you giggle abruptly.

“oh my god y/n keep it down! are you sure you’re not drunk?” xavier quirks an eyebrow at you.

“i was just at a frat house for three hours with montana fucking duke as my tour guide...i’m drunk.” you giggle again.

“good point there.” xavier laughs at you.

“you can’t act innocent. you’re just as drunk as me!” you cross your arms and look at him.

“well yes, but i never said i wasn’t.” xavier gives you a smug look and takes a drink of his soda.

“yeah yeah whatever.” you playfully roll your eyes and take the drink out of his hand to take a sip.

“do you have a bucket list?” xavier asks.

“no, i don’t think so? i mean there’s things i wanna do but i don’t have them all sorted out.” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

“well what’s one thing, anything in the world, you want to do and we’ll go do it?” xavier smiles.

“well...i’ve always wanted to hook up with a famous actor.”

“fuck xav!” you moan out as xavier thrusts increase in speed.

“shit y/n.” xaviers eyes roll back as he breathes deeply.

xavier moves your legs so they’re above his shoulders. making him go deeper, causing you both to moan loudly.

“fuck y/n you’re so fucking tight for me. so fucking tight.” xavier grunts, pining your hands above your head.

“shittt, xavier! i’m going to cum!” you moan into his ear.

“i’m almost there.” xavier says in a breathy voice.

“fuck xavier please!” you plead, tightening around him.

“shit shit...go ahead cum for me!” xavier’s thrusts get sloppy as he gets closer to his peak.

your walls clench around him one last time before you both finish.

“fuck that was good.” you giggle and xavier pulls out with a big smirk on his face.

“glad i could cross that off on your bucket list.” he smiles and gets under the covers.

“goodnight x.” you say sleepily and scoot closer.

“night y/n/n.” xavier says softly and wraps his arms around you before falling asleep.

that’s the night you thought you found your perfect person, but nothings ever perfect.

“we’ve just been on a few dates mon, it’s nothing serious!” you explain to montana.

she had found out about you and xaviers “relationship” you don’t think it’s a big deal. you’re just friends.

“what about all the hot dirty sex i’ve heard about?” montana looks at you with her eyebrows raised.

you rolls your eyes at her.

maybe you and xavier aren’t exactly just friends.

“keep your eyes on the road.” you tell her, avoiding the question.

it was her turn to roll her eyes at you.

“okay, you’re still not answering the question.” montana points out.

“okay! maybe we have sex sometimes but it’s normal! a little...” you give her a sheepish smile and she just laughs at your stupidity.

“don’t tell him but i kind of really like him. i like the way his eyes widen when he talks about acting or the way he gives side comments that fly right over chets head, or the way he has to remake his sandwich when we go out to eat because he has this very specific order-.” you rant while montana cuts you off.

“okay, you’re in love with him! why don’t you date him already!” montana shouts.

“he’s just been distant i don’t know...he’s only been calling me over to hook up i think somethings wrong.” you say glumly.

“you should go over and check on him, his apartment isn’t far away from aaron’s. want me to drop you off?” montana offers.

you debate her offer. you don’t just wanna show up uninvited but you did talk about coming over earlier.

“yeah sure if you don’t mind.”

you knock on the door of the apartment complex waiting for your favorite blonde bimbo.

when there was no answer you turn the handle to see if the door was locked.

you open the door and walk into the house a little.

“xavier?” you call out.

no answer.

“xav?” you ask again walking towards his room.

you smile when you see the sight of xavier sleeping soundly in his bed, little snores leaving his mouth once in a while.

you walk around his room admiring the many polaroids of him and his friends.

you grin when you find the one of the night you met.

you take it off the wall to take a closer took at it but you knock something over.

“oops.” you mutter to yourself and bend down to pick it up.

you pick up a small orange bottle with the words oxycodone written on it.

not prescribed to xavier.

you look at the location it fell and found another bottle of pills.

you don’t bother to look at the lable of it and put the other one back.

“what the hell?” you say quietly, tears brimming your eyes.

“y/n?” a groggy voice fills your ears.

you don’t say anything and walk out of his bedroom out to the kitchen.

“wait y/n where are you going?” xavier asks rushes out to stop you from leaving.

“you didn’t tell me you were an addict.” you say just above a whisper.

xaviers face goes white and he runs a hand through his hair.

“you weren’t suppose to find out like this.” he says quietly.

“were you ever going to tell me?” you ask louder this time, making contact with his icy blue eyes.

“of course i was going to tell you.” xavier grabs you wrist pulling you close to him.

“were you high all the times we hung out?”

“no! not all of them...” xavier looks away uneasy.

“the past couple times we fucked?” you ask him with an attitude.

xavier looks at you and a tear runs down his face.

you scoff and continue to put your shoes on.

“y/n, please don’t go! i’ll stop! i’ll drop the pills.” xavier pleads.

“why do you even want me to stay? you won’t commit to me, you don’t wanna hang out with me normally anymore, and you only call me over when you’re high! im fucking tired xavier!” you shout, tears streaming down your face.

“please, i love you. i’ll stop for you.” xavier pleads again.

“you love me?” you ask him with wide eyes.

“yeah.” xavier breathes, his face inches from yours.

“you promise you’ll stop with the pills?” you ask xavier, extending your pinky finger towards him.

“promise.” xavier whispers and intertwines his pinky with yours.

he technically never did break that promise.

“remind me again why we’re getting ice cream ten o’clock at night?” you ask your group of friends with a smile.

“because we’re fucking cool.” montana replies.

“i wish we would of took a car, it’s freezing out.” brooke shivers.

“here! take my jacket.” chet removes his jacket and places it around brookes shoulders.

“you guys are disgusting.” you laugh, taking a bite of your ice cream.

“oh c’mon y/n/n, let them enjoy being in love!” ray jokes, nudging your shoulder.

“yeah, you’re just mad xavier didn’t show.” chet says while shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

“wait you told me xavier had an audition?” montana asks you confused.

“i know...i’m sorry i lied. i’m just worried and i didn’t want to think about it.” you say quietly.

the group looks at you with remorse and ray wraps a comforting arm around you.

“guys be careful going around this corner, lots of junkies.” chet says distastefully.

everyone picks up the pace a little walking down the alleyway to get back to the main street.

you turn your head to look towards a group of people when you recognize someone familiar.

“holy shit.” you say with tears brimming your eyes.

“guys be quiet and fast now.” you say urgently and you quickly get back to the main road.

“y/n what’s wrong?” brooke asks.

“xav-xavier was back there.” you say with a shaky breath.

“i think i’m going to head out...i’ll see you at home tana. thanks for ice cream.” you say quickly, walking past them to haul down a cab.

you got and the cab and told the driver to go to Arrow street.

which is not where your apartment is, but xaviers.

you had a key to his apartment so you just let yourself in and sat on the couch waiting for him to come home.

that’s until you saw a glimpse of orange in the garbage.

needles.

you didn’t want it to be true you did everything you could to try to convince yourself it was for something medical, but the more you looked around the apartment and saw the scattered needles in his bedroom you couldn’t.

“y/n, shit you scared me!” xavier laughs nervously.

“you disgust me.” you say say standing up, turning around to face him.

“what?” xavier knots his eyes brows in confusion.

“listen, you don’t think i know but i fucking know. i know you xavier. you’re not secretive i know when you’re not yourself, but heroin! seriously?” you ask the boy you love with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“babe-.”

“no! don’t do that shit! you’re in deep shit now. you know that? i do everything for you and you don’t make me feel like it’s worth it...you make me feel worthless! you lie to me, you’re high every time we’re together, and you blow me off to go buy dirty needles off junkies! it fucking hurts!” you scream, finally telling xavier how you feel.

“is it all worth it? is being high all the time worth it? it is worth to lose me?” you ask bitterly.

“no, no it’s not...” xavier says quietly as a tear rolls down his face.

“then why don’t you get help!” you say with anger.

“i will! i will please, one more chance just give me one more chance please!” xavier sobs.

you direct your gaze towards the floor as xavier steps closer to you.

“one more chance.” xavier says again, grabbing the side of your face, tilting your head up to look at him.

“are you high right now?” your voice hoarse from the fighting earlier.

“no, and i’ll flush the rest of them down the toilet right now.”

and you gave him another chance, and another chance, and another fucking chance.

always luring you with the dates, his jokes, the sex, his charm, the i love yous, and you would forgive him every time.

almost every time.

“how could you?” you say with a shaky voice, tears threatening to spill.

xavier told you that he wanted to have a movie night later that night, but when 8 o’clock rolled around and you walked into his room, you wish you never would of went.

seeing a girl on her knees in front of your boyfriend and him enjoying it killed you.

“you need to leave now.” you tell the girl.

she muttered a sorry and left the apartment.

xavier opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t want to hear it.

“don’t fucking lie to me right now, is this the first time?” you ask.

“no, i’ll never do it again please-.”

“xavier!” you say sternly.

xavier inhales sharply. “no this isn’t the first time, i’m sorry.” he sighs.

“you’re always sorry aren’t you? did you guys fuck?” you ask, clearly irritated with xavier.

“yes.” you can barely hear him.

“i fucking hate you xavier plymton...you ruined me!” you shout, letting all your emotions wash over you.

“you know it’s not like you’ve been fucking perfect either!” xavier yells, he’s never yelled at you like this before.

“i didn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“you’ve been distant. when i need you, you’re not here. you’re out drinking, or hanging out with fucking ray! i needed someone so sorry i was fucking that bitch but you weren’t here.” xavier shoots back.

“are you fucking blaming me? the only reason i’m drinking and hanging out with ray is because you choose drugs over everyone! you’re not the same guy i fell in love with. you say you love me xavier but it doesn’t feel like it...” your sentence trails off at the end, you’re not sure you can argue much longer you’re feeling yourself breaking.

“well maybe it’s because i don’t love you! you’re always on my back and you never shut the fuck up!” xavier hisses.

you’re speechless.

xavier doesn’t love you?

you can see the regret in his face after the words leave his mouth.

“don’t talk to me ever again, i swear to god xavier. never again.” you say as calm as possible, leaving the apartment building.

you go outside and let all your emotions out. your back slides against the wall as you bury yourself in your knees and start sobbing.

you pull out your phone and try your best to see through your teary vision for montana’s contact.

“y/n what’s up?” she asks.

“mon, i, i really need you to come pick me up.” you hiccup.

“shit, of course. where are you?” montana asks with concern.

“xaviers...”

you hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

“be there in 5.”

“that son of a bitch! i’m so sorry y/n, this is my fault.” montana rubs your back for comfort.

“it’s not your fault, he changed.” you say, your voice raspy from all the screaming and crying.

“i just, i don’t think i can see him for a long time.” you say quietly, burying your face into your pillows.

“fuck, y/n my works calling, i’ll be back im going to call off.” montana starts walking out of your room.

“no, i’ll be fine. don’t call off.” you tell her.

“no, y/n it’s fine.”

“mon you call off all the time, they’ll fire you.” you give a little laugh.

“are you sure?” she sighs heavily.

“yes! now go i’ll see you later.” you shoo her away.

you never thought that day could of got worse.

you groan at the noise of someone knocking at your door.

“montana you have a key!” you complain, going to open the door.

you’re taken a back when you open the door to see two police officers.

“can i help you?” you ask nervously.

“you are y/n y/l/n, correct?” the one on the left asks.

“yes, am i in trouble?” you ask confused.

“no of course not, you’re number one in xavier plymtons emergency contacts so we decided to come to you.” the other answers.

you blood runs cold as a million possibilities rack through your brain.

“we regret to inform you that xavier has passed.”

you swear your vision went black for a second.

he’s not gone.

he can’t be gone.

“what, what happened? i-i just saw him two hours.” you stutter.

“he was found outside his apartment, needle in his arm-.” the woman officer cuts her partner off and mumbles something about being to blunt.

“he overdosed, heroin. i’m so sorry baby.” she looks at you with pitty.

“thanks for telling me...” you say so quiet you’re surprised they heard you.

they say goodbye again and you shut the door.

“no,no,no,no!” you scream falling to the ground.

“why the fuck would you do that? why why why why?” you tell again, tugging at your hair.

you let out a loud, heartbreaking sob and fall onto your knees.

“i didn’t mean what i said...i didn’t mean it i wanted you to talk to me i was just angry. you were angry. fuck fuck!” you wail out again.

xavier fucking plymton .

[tooweirdforyou]

Okay okay okay so hear me out, Ik ik there a lot of dad propmts out there but I have never ever ever seen a Luffy one. I need dad Luffy 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much for doing this request 😘😘😘😘

Monkey D. Luffy As A Dad

A/N : this was absolutely so adorable and I hope you liked it! Sorry for the delay, though. But thank you for requesting!

Both scenario + headcannons—

Summary : just a typical day of Luffy as a father.

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Luffy would be one chaotic father.

I believe Luffy would want his first child to be a boy. He wants him to be just like his father after all, and having a son would allow him to make him into a man!

When you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s a little confused because he’s not too smart on that. But then when you explain to him that you’re going to have his kid, hems ecstatic.

Immediately throws a huge feast in celebration and you receive many congratulatory words from your crewmates, and even other pirates that Luffy calls up to tell the news.

-

“OI, TRAFFY, GUESS WHAT?!”

“CREST-HEAD, CABBAGE! DID YOU HEAR?!”

“HEY HANCOCK! IM HAVING A KID!”

-

When you start showing more and becoming weaker, Luffy is extremely protective. He never leaves your side, no matter what.

He orders Usopp, Zoro and Sanji to bring in his food and keep careful on you as well when he can’t, and if you even move an inch and he hears the slightest sound of discomfort from you, he lectures you for not telling him if you want anything and forces you to stay still and in bed.

-

When you’re in the middle of giving birth, Luffy wouldn’t quite know what to do. He’d be so unprepared and hearing your screams of agony and pain fills him with so much pain as well and he feels helpless. Almost as if he’s having an anxiety attack.

He wishes he can be there with you but he’s too worried now. But eventually he does make it there and sits by your side until you’re done, holding your hand tightly and just allows you to scream into his ear.

He wouldn’t know what to say but his presence is there enough for you, and his comforting and assuring grin to you is even better to help ease the process.

-

When it finally happens, Luffy’s a bit emotional. After the waterworks go which is somewhat quick, he has an never ending wide grin on his face as he sees your tired form cradling his new born.

He becomes extremely soft and spends the whole day by your side, making sure your comforted and watches as you take care of his son closely, like treasure.

It’s one of his happiest days and memories, and he couldn’t contain his excitement as he tells everyone once more and just shows you and your son off to everyone they meet while on the seas.

-

Luffy isn’t one to help out with the many chores that comes with having a kid, like changing the diapers and feeding them, but fortunately Nami and Robin are willing to help out. Even Chopper when he can.

But Luffy makes up for it by spending a ton of time with the baby while you rest. Which can be both good and bad.

It does take Luffy and LONG time to understand that the many things he used to do and play around with can be dangerous for [ Son Name ], and slowly learns to be much more slower and careful when he’s around.

It takes a couple rounds of ‘convincing’ from you, but you manage to get it into his head.

Luffy can be occasionally careless, or perhaps it because you were raising a child on the ocean, but with the support and help of the crew, you two managed and it was a pleasant experience. It was pretty fun.

-

And Luffy was always full of smiles whenever he saw you and his son together, reminding him of just how you two met and honestly,

He couldn’t love you two more than he already did. Every time he saw you both, his heart was filled with so much warmth and love.

-

“LUFFY, I SWEAR IF YOU HURT HIM, I-“

“Stop worrying so much and being so lame, [Name]! [ Son Name ] is perfectly- AH HE’S ON FIRE!”

“WHAT?!”

Sprinting into the kitchen, you slam the door open in a panicked state, just to find Luffy on the ground with Nami standing beside him with a fist out, and your son perfectly fine on the desk with Chopper and Brook watching him.

Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, flames suddenly bursted from you and a heavy dark aura enveloped you.

“Luffy..”

Clenching your jaw and fists tightly, you calmly and slowly made your way to the Captain, even Nami and Brook sweatdropping at your aura as you stopped in front of the collapsed male.

“Hey.. [Name]..” Luffy weakly mutters out and you glared daggers at him as you crouched down. “What. Did. I. Tell. You?”

Silence filled the air, other than Chopper’s soft pats on your son’s head and his little noises and giggles.

“Not to carry and take him to dangerous areas of the ship.” He responds, it a bit muffled due to the various bumps on his head from Nami.

“And what is included in those areas?”

“..Sanji’s kitchen..”

“And why?”

“.. because of fire.”

Like a child being reprimanded and lectured, Luffy slowly sat up and looked down at his lap quietly and you placed your hands on your hips, exhaling.

“That’s right. Yet, you still brought him into Sanji’s kitchen. And I specifically and literally just heard you yell, ‘AHH HE’S ON FIRE!’, just before I came in.” A very quiet and stifled laugh can be heard from him at the sound of your imitation of himself.

You scowl, raising your fists, ready to hit him once more before you heard cries, and your motherly instincts immediately kicked in.

Turning over to your son, you rush over to Chopper and picked him up, pulling him into your arms and smile softly, a complete 180 from earlier.

Kissing your son’s head, you sway softly back and forth, bringing the little toddler in your arms into a soothing quiet state.

Nami, Chopper and Brook smile at the sight.

“Yohohoho~ you really are indeed a great mother, [Name]-san!”

“How cute.~”

“Look how peaceful he looks!”

Luffy looks up from his lap and smiles softly to himself at the sight of his beautiful wife with his amazing child.

He then thought back to when you first gave birth. You were in so much pain, even Luffy started to tear up and he felt so bad because he didn’t know what to do nor help you.

Luckily, Robin and Nami were there to support the both of you when it happened and assured him that it was alright.

And after a couple years with your new son, and having to deal with Luffy’s crazy excitement and cheeriness of playing and spending time with his child, he couldn’t believe you were still able to handle and deal with him.

Much less, the two of them, since your 2 year old son seemed to be acquiring all of Luffy’s qualities.

Luffy stands up from the ground and dusts his pants before walking over to you. Going up behind you, Luffy places a hand on your shoulder and peers over, seeing the sleeping look of his own kid.

“Do you want me to take him in for you?”

Glancing at Luffy with a soft expression, you peck his cheek gently. “Sure, I have to clean up his mess here anyways.”

“No need. Already done.” Nami grins as she finishes wiping off the table whilst Brook and Chopper worked together to clean up the toys on the ground.

You smile at the three of them and chuckle. “Thank you, you guys.” You whisper, to not wake your son up and Nami gives a thumbs up.

“Go rest, you two. Sleep in. If you need anything, we’ll be here. We’ll keep the others down too.”

Nodding, you turn to Luffy and motion him to follow in which he does, heading over to the door first and opens it wide for you to exit.

And so, you both walk back to your bedroom in silence, allowing your son to sleep peacefully during this.

-

Gently setting down your son into the center of your bed, you sit on the edge and tucked him in, making sure he was safe and secure.

Luffy closes the door and takes off his straw hat, placing it onto the nightstand beside the bed.

Smiling softly at you, he walks over to you and sits beside you, placing a hand onto your knee and watches you.

“He looks just like you.”

Both of you turn to each other and blink a bit before sharing a laugh.

“No, seriously. He has the looks of his handsome father.” You smile gently, pulling away from your son to let him sleep and lean into Luffy a bit. The said male only chuckles softly and leans in to peck your nose. 

“He has your cute eyes and smile though. He may take after me but his kindness sure comes from you.” He reaches to hold your hand and grips it tightly, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m lucky to have given birth to your child..” You murmur, laying on his shoulder and Luffy pulls you hand to his lips to kiss gently. “..I’m lucky to have met you.”

Even though Luffy was still the crazy, reckless and weird captain that you knew so well, Luffy certainly has also matured over the years. It still surprises you but you loved him regardless.

“Thank you for being in my life, Luffy.”

“Of course. I love you, [Name].”

-

A/N: I apologize this took so long but I absolutely loved writing it! :DD thank you and hoped you enjoyed! I love dad! Luffy. 🥰🥺❤️

[pcvensies]

Being in a polyamorous relationship with Percy and Leo would include...

requested by my babiest @hazzy

reader is gender neutral as always, also i’ve never writen polyships before so... headcanons to begin, and let’s see where that takes me!

this is kinda short and terrible, im SORRY in advanced

it happened so naturally

you liked percy first, a big crush kind of thing

mighty percy jackson, you know? how could you not?

but then you actually met him

he was so sweet all the time, kinda chaotic

in a cute way

leo was your best friend

everyone kind of thought you were together already anyways

he’s a flirty mess, he’s always been

but from one summer to another bOOM!

#nevillelongbottomed!

his flirting isn’t just funny anymore... it starts working

lots of confusion

and guilt

feeling awful for liking them both, and following their little flirty games

you feel like you’re playing with them, but you really can’t choose

Eros is kinda terrible sometimes, ya know, outed Nico... but he appears to you

and you’re SHOOK to say the least

“So... two boys, huh?” “Don’t make me say it out loud”

he introduces you to the world of polylove. you didn’t even know that was a thing. but it makes sense

you realise you might be polyamorous

flashforward to one night

you, leo and perce were doing guards as a punishment for pranking some apollo kids

leo was bored as fuck, which meant he got anxious and needed to fiddle with something and keep his hands busy

and you can tell percy isn’t displeased by leo playing with his fingers to keep himself entertained

they’re always flirting too, but you thought it was in a non-toxic-masculinity way. as bros

you realise you were probably WRONG

so you sigh deeply, and they both turn to you

percy chuckles and offers you his other hand

“it’s relaxing, really”, leo laughs, percy’s hand still on his

you sit next to them, leo being next to percy, and you between the blue eyed boy’s legs, facing leo

you try to take percy’s hand, but he starts playing with your hair

“i am bored too, you know?” he defends himself, and you nod

you start drawing little circles on leo’s calf with your pointer finger, and he moves his leg so it is against yours

you’re all somehow touching the other two

it’s all quiet, and warm, and nice

you feel so happy and full

so you spit it out

“i had a talk with Eros the other day, he appeared at my cabin” “you did? what did he want?” “yeah, did he just... appear?” “well... i had this thought eating my brains up... regarding love. and he helped me figure it out” “and what was it?” “you can’t not tell us now, you’ve already set the doubt, mi amor”

cue long silence, your eyes stuck to the floor while you took a deep breath

“i am polyamorous”

then more silence

percy’s hand moves away from your hair, and you feel your heart drop, afraid you fucked up

but he turns to look at leo

“i am bi”

leo then looks at you

“and i am pansexual, i think... so that’s the whole pack right here”

you chuckle nervously, your shoulders shaking slightly, finally releasing all the tension

“i was uh... i felt like there was something wrong with me, you know? because i... i liked you two. and it felt wrong, but when he explained it to me... it didn’t anymore”

“it doesn’t sound wrong... for me”

“it’s cool with me, if you get what i mean”

you three laughed at the realisation that you have all been feeling the same, but none had said anything

and thats how it started

NOW THE ACTUAL THING SORRY I NEEDED TO GIVE A BRACKGROUND TO IT ALL

you cuddle a lot, usually at cabin 2 since it’s just percy’s

you take turns on being on the middle, but its usually you

percy hugs you from behind, his nose nuzzled on your nape, and every now and then, he presses little kisses on the back of your neck

leo’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his head tucked under your chin, casually shifting it to place little kisses on your jaw or neck

their hands are intertwined over your hip, and percy tends to rest his arm on your side, but use his hand to play with leo’s curls

when it’s not the three of you together, it’s always two

as in, there’s usually always 2/3 around camp together while the other is busy

you and leo LOVE watching percy train, him being in absolute focus, the way he moves and the look on his face

so very good views of your man

percy and you sometimes just sit around cabin 9 to watch leo work

it’s one of the only times were he’s not fiddling with something or shifting nervously, he feels full and proud, he is genuinely happy and content with himself

when he asks for a tool, you two ‘fight’ to be the one to give it to him

percy and leo love watching you sleep

i know, kinda silly but they do

you look so peaceful, your arms wrapped around percy’s waist, head on his chest, while leo hugs you from behind, his hand running up and down your side, pressing kisses to your head

they look at each other in full awe of you, and whisper about how lucky they are

whenever you guys cant sleep together, it feels so lonely :(

the first time you slept all together, leo woke you up by knocking at your cabin’s window

“leo... what are you—“ “it’s percy...”

you managed to make it out through the window, not a second thought

you both find him sat in the edge of his bed, looking down

“baby, what’s wrong?” “can you stay here tonight?” “of course we can, mi amor”

he’s in the middle that night

you play with his hair, while leo sings some sweet spanish lullabies to you two

you three fall asleep, peacefully, on percy’s bed

percy kisses more passionately than leo, but leo kisses more. lot’s of lil random pecks, while percy kisses you two less times, but showing all of his love through the kisses

percy prefers holding hands, while leo prefers hugs

they’re both taller and they LOVE reminding you

+18 content, careful kids!

percy groans, while leo moans

percy is more of top than leo is. percy tops both you and leo. you bottom for percy but top leo. leo is a cute as fuck bottom

percy likes to give hickeys, but not that much to have them (he’s not a fan of having bruises on him... fuck gabe 2020), while leo likes giving them and getting them

you’re covered in them at all times, from both of them

your first time was so fun, and sweet, and caring

everyone was so careful and gentle, experimenting, trying to see what felt right for the others and themselves

percy moans sweet nothings, while leo swears:

“that feels so good, baby...”

“fuck— oh gods... that’s so fucking nice, mi amor...”

leo likes giving orals more than receiving them, while percy doesn’t mind to give of receive

leo gets very turned on by watching you and percy start

he’s a little mess, we love him

+18 content over!

aftercare is so sweet please

y’all help each other clean out

soft hand holding, little cheek kisses, gentle cuddling and small chuckles

you and percy cleaning out leo, and when he goes back to bed, you two shower together

leo and you always making sure perce sleeps and eats, cause he sometimes forgets to take care of himself

percy and you making sure leo doesn’t overwork himself, and helping him out of his selfconscious spirals

both of them making sure you’re safe and you know you’re loved and you matter the world to them

communicative, healthy relationship

you trust each other with everything, and you’re best friends before anything

never feeling unloved, or guilty, again

because you have two wonderful boys who love you

and two wonderful boys to love

[ghosthan]

hello!! i saw that you made a lot of stuff for 1872 and i was wondering if 1872 tony is similar to regular comics tony?? i know mcu and comics tony are different and i want to get into 616, but if 1872 comics are more easy to read i might try those first! 😅

Hello, hello! 

Thank you for asking, and sorry it took me so long to get back to you! I wanted to think about it and put together a thoughtful response because I am desperately trying to convert MCU fans to 1872. Or comics fans who just haven’t gotten into 1872.

This post will contain some 1872 spoilers, but not the Big Spoiler that you probably already know about anyways. 

Anyways, let’s get into it. Yeehaw.

What is 1872? It’s Steve/Tony in the wild west.

1872 comics are very easy to read, very short, and you need absolutely no prior knowledge to get into them; I highly recommend these as a start point for MCU fans who are curious about dipping their toes into some of the other Steve/Tony universes. And 1872 is, indeed, a Steve/Tony universe. It’s really gay, (and dramatic.) Uh. So gay, in fact, that one of the comic artists who drew pages even occasionally shares Steve/Tony shipping memes. So.

Marvel 1872 is a four issue series released as a part of the Secret Wars event; you really do not need to know anything about this to enjoy 1872, because it is a self-contained alternate universe in a “pocket dimension”, meaning it’s totally separate from the 616 cannon but technically exists in the expanse of the multiverse!

Here’s the summary:

In the Battleworld zone of 1872, Sheriff Steve Rogers faces corruption and fear in the boom town of Timely. Can Anthony Stark pull Rogers' fat from the fire? Probably not, since the only thing he seems capable of pulling is a cork from a bottle. Things in Timely are bad, and getting worse — and when a stranger arrives in town, Timely will be changed forever.

Now, to compare “regular comics Tony”, or 616 Tony, with 1872 Tony.

The main difference? 616 Tony wears this sexy little under suit (or nothing) under his armor, like this:

And 1872 Tony wears dirty, stinky one-piece pajamas under his armor (not sexy):

He’s so gross, he’s a mess. I love him. You’ll love him, too. 

No, okay. Being serious.

 616!Tony’s backstory is a lot more complicated just due to how long the character has existed, and the decades of cannon (much of it self-contradictory at points.) Like MCU Tony, 616 Tony used to manufacture weapons, experiences something life-changing, and becomes who he is as a result of this as a catalyst. 616 Tony’s backstory has been rebooted a few times, and I’m definitely not the definitive source on Iron Man lore compared to people who have read all of his comics, but I’ll try to touch on the basics.

Originally, 616 Tony Stark is shaped by his experience in the Vietnam War. This is later rebooted and changed to war in the middle East (we see this in the MCU when Tony is held captive in Afghanistan.) In both circumstances, he is taken captive after being in the air for war technology, and then he creates the suit to save his own life (losing a beloved mentor in the process, the guilt of which stays with him after.)

Tales of Suspense #39

In 1872, Tony’s formative event is the Civil War in some ways, but in other ways, this is only half of it, because this is not the event which causes him to build armor or set him onto his “become a better person” trajectory, like in the other comics. Mainly, the Civil War functions to cause Tony to stop weapons manufacturing and throw his life away down a bottle.

We get a flashback of Tony in the year 1862 with his female companion, picnicking and about to watch a battle, (rich people from the North did this in real life. If you’re interested, read more here!) We don’t get much of his past, but we discover that he is a rifle manufacturer and that he has created something called the ‘Stark Repeating Rifle’, and it seems that he has done so with the hope of encouraging a cease-fire, more than a slaughter.

Well. We don’t always get what we ask for.

Tony vows to actually never touch a weapon ever again, and this personal oath means so much to him that he gets creative at times during 1872 when he’s being chased by baddies:

Witnessing the extreme bloodshed of the Civil War, and feeling responsible for a huge amount of deaths, Tony turns to drinking, (and presumably moves to the west to escape the Pain of his Past, but this is not shown explicitly on panel; I have assumed, though, that Tony’s weapons manufacturing company was in the East, probably Boston or New York, since he comes from family money and because the American West was still “young” at this point in time so it would be unlikely that an established business would be supplying a war from lawless territory with little infrastructure.)

In 616, it’s worth noting that Tony builds the armor to save himself from danger in a war scenario; this is not the case in 1872, things unfold a bit differently. The Civil War certainly sets in motion the chain of events that eventually lead to the creation of Tony’s armor, but he’s not in physical danger or physically traumatized by the war in this verse as he is in other verses, and 616 Tony seems to have a stronger sense of duty than 1872 Tony, but this might be a complication of the depression/apathy related to the alcoholism.

What I mean by this is that both iterations of Tony struggle with alcoholism, but differently. Mainly, while 616 Tony has several alcohol themed arcs, and hits rock bottom with his alcoholism to cope with his trauma, he is sober more than he is drunk in the comics. His drinking almost kills him, and he almost loses everything because of the drink. It’s a source of enormous shame for him.

In fact, during this time in 616, I think Tony at his lowest reminds me a lot of 1872 Tony; 616 Tony is not an apathetic person and he holds himself accountable for an obscene amount of responsibility, but during what is referred to in fandom as The Second Drinking Arc, Tony basically gives up. This is the most “like” 1872 Tony, at least at the start of his arc. Rhodey takes over the mantle of Iron Man, and 616 Tony spirals, not caring whether he lives or dies, not hero-ing certainly.

We see both versions of Tony express similar sentiments, a certain cavalier attitude about their lives (and outright suicidality at other points) with nothing left but the drink.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #182

Compare with:

And you can certainly see a resemblance between this set of panels from IM v.1 #176 and in 1872:

Iron Man Vol. 1 #176 and Marvel 1872 #1

It’s a little different in 1872, where his drinking really is purely a result of his existing despair, and it doesn’t cause enormous problems for him, (minor problems, sure. He spends a lot of time drunkenly singing to Sheriff Rogers, or bothering him from the inside of a jail cell.) But this Tony lives at rock bottom, whereas 616 Tony only stays at rock bottom long enough to get his life back together (as many times as it takes.)

This Tony really doesn’t show any outward shame about his drinking; presumably, the people he knows in Timely have only ever known Tony as a drunk, and none of the people from his old life are here to see him like this. 

This is a Tony who has essentially given up on himself and has moved out West to hide from his shame and his past; this is not a Tony who is scared of letting down his friends by drinking, or scared of shirking his “duty”, because this Tony has moved away from all of his friends and has given himself no duties. He’s a bit more apathetic, but I would argue that this is not because he inherently is a less moral version of Tony, but because in this verse, he was drinking for a very long time and circumstances unfolded differently so it took him a longer time to find that sense of purpose and responsibility (beyond just shutting down manufacturing guns,) which is awakened in him by Steve Rogers. 

616 Tony’s sobriety is a major part of his character, and a conscious choice that he makes, even during some lowest points:

Civil War: The Confession

He takes some amount of pride in his sobriety, and when he does fall off the wagon at times (or magic makes everyone think he did,) it absolutely tears him up because 616 Tony cares very, very much about his sobriety and does not like who he is when he’s drinking. We do not know if 1872 Tony’s father had been a drunk or not, but we know 616 Tony’s father was, and that the drink lead to him treating Tony abusively.

Iron Man Vol. 1 #285 

Avengers Disassembled #1 (This was when ~magic~ made Tony drunk and it wrecked him breaking sobriety without ever having actually drank. Oof.)

616 Tony’s long struggle with alcoholism is a major part of his character and he has had relapses over the years and throughout the reboots, but in general, he does not drink.

1872 Tony starts drinking in 1862 and doesn’t stop until the last pages of the story, so in terms of the cannon we have for him, he is a current drunk, rather than a former drunk. This isn’t to say he doesn’t stop; but since it’s in the last page or so, it sets the reader up to imagine his sober future, rather than exploring his sobriety as 616 does. (Calling all fanfic writers!)

Anyways, both Tony’s are excellent. Both are damaged and traumatized, both are Iron Man in their own ways, both (eventually) find sobriety, both have some cute, quippy dialogue (though 616 Tony tends to be more reserved/polite for sure, in general). 

The last thing I’ll point out, is that both Tonys’ narratives are intertwined with and influenced by their respective Steve Rogers. I’m not saying soulmates but I’m saying soulmates.

Anyways. Sorry this post got super long, and I apologize if any of it is confusing or redundant, I am not functioning at my highest capacity currently. Please read 1872. Let it rock your world. Create & consume the fanworks, I would love to see a boom of 1872 content (more than the fics and art I keep making!) And my ask-box is always open!

[starbuckie]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

challenge: winter warmers writing challenge by @spaceodditybarnes

prompt: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by michael buble

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k without lyrics, 2.1k with lyrics

warnings: i genuinely don’t think i can say anything besides FLUFF, oh wait theres some mentions of the shmexy sex (i promise im a functioning person)

summary: in which they take a little holiday stroll and talk about what they are.

a/n: THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU FOR HOSTING THIS CHALLENGE JADE!!! i kinda veered off the idea of christmas with this one, but my mind created another idea and i kinda just went with the flow. anyways, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i hope you all had a lovely holiday season <3 LOTS OF LOVE Y’ALL

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again

With candy cane and silver lanes that glow

Snow sprinkled to the buildings and sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan, making the traffic clog up to the oh so lovely sounds of taxis and cars honking. It was far from what people pictured it, really, New York was absolute hell during the holiday season. Sloshing boots and teens smoking pot outside the scantily decorated discount store that held very little, sad-looking Christmas lights.

It didn’t bother Bucky. No, he had never been a big fan of the holiday season. Even back in the forties, with his ma and little sisters, they had never been huge on celebrating Christmas, instead choosing to work those shifts during the holiday so they could make a buck or two more to hold them over. Now in the twenty-first century, the holiday just reminded him how truly lonely he was, everyone and everything he used to know long gone.

But then he found Y/N. Granted, it had not been a formal introduction. The poor girl had nearly damn run him over with her motorcycle for Christ’s sake, but nonetheless she crawled into his heart that cold December morning two years ago, and had not left ever since. 

Now she walked by his side at Rockefeller Center, her cold fingers intertwined with his warm ones, admiring the tree while he admired her. He already had every part of her memorized, from late night escapades in the sheets to studying the slope of her nose at team breakfasts. Even when he wasn’t with her, he was always looking at her, unable to pull his eyes away from Y/N’s radiance. 

This little… dalliance of theirs had only started a year back, and they had still yet to put a label on it. Sam had called it friends with benefits, Sharon called it being a couple without the name. Bucky had shut both of those ideas down, claiming that they were taking it slow and weren’t looking to call it anything yet they still had not really talked about it. Was it really worth ruining the bond he had with the girl he fell madly in love with? Whatever it was, they had never taken time out of their day to actually discuss what they meant to each other, but, God, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to know.

“Bucky?” Her sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, the glittering red and white lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in her eyes. “You seem kind of distracted right now, sweetheart, are you bored? We can head back to the compound if you like.”

He smiled at her worried tone, delicately kissing the tip of her nose. “‘M just thinking, doll, wanna stay as long as I can out here with you.”

The grin he received in return was breathtaking, her red-painted lips turned upwards and a little twinkle (literally and metaphorically) in her eyes. “Good.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Oh, look at that helicopter, Buck! That’s so cool!” Y/N pointed at a little boy in the store controlling the airborne toy with a small remote. “They didn't have those when I was a kid, I just had my Tamagotchi.”

He scrunched his nose, staring at her with an emotion that could be described as nothing other than distaste. “What the hell is a Tamagotchi?”

“A Tamagotchi was like this little digital pet thing that you could take care of, mainly used for kids who were trying to prove to their parents that they could take care of a real pet. That’s why I had one at least, but I never did get a tabby cat like I wanted.” Y/N continued to ramble about her weird pet thing as they walked through the toy store, though Bucky didn’t really care. But he’d never stop her either. The way her eyes lit up in childlike wonder and her fascination with the toys on the shelves was too precious to destroy. This was the girl who he had seen slit throats and blow aliens’ brains out, and in the moment she was ogling an American Girl Doll like it was the last pancake at the breakfast table. 

Y/N finally convinced herself that she was done looking at the toys, claiming that she was too mature for such things (she really wasn’t), but he let her lead him out the door, before she halted right in the doorway. “What is it, honey?”

“Mistletoe.” He glanced up at the little sprig of green and red berries above their heads, hanging by a small strand of twine. A small group of kids with families stood around, watching them with both happy and annoyed faces. How could they not notice Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes? Bucky’s vibranium arm may have been recognizable, but Y/N’s cheery, a little-louder-than-normal humming had caused a little group to watch them throughout the store. “I think they’re waiting for us to kiss, Buck.”

She leaned into him, placing her lips on his and placing her freezing hands on his cheekbones. Though Bucky had never been big on PDA, the rest of the world seemed to slip away when he was with her. He grinned into her lips, hugging her tightly around the waist so she squealed. When he forced herself away from her intoxicating mouth, she was sporting a bright smile and smudged lipstick that had rubbed off onto his. 

Giggling, she took her thumb and swiped off some of the red residue she had left. “You had a little something there, sweetheart.” 

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

Bucky watched Y/N point out all the different street cart vendors as they walked to Radio City Music Hall. She’d insisted that they go look at the window displays there as well, and who was he to argue? Strangely enough, they hadn’t talked much, other than the occasional “are you cold” from Bucky, to which Y/N assured him she was not. Her quiet voice sang the lyrics to Last Christmas when a little girl stopped in front of them, two auburn braids and green eyes boring straight into hers. 

The small child pulled on Y/N’s skirt, a silent plea to go down to her height. “Hi there, are you lost, sweetie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she looked back to an older woman, who gave her a thumbs up and a smile, “because you are my favorite superhero and I hope you have a very good Christmas.”

Y/N nearly melted at the toothless smile the girl, who she assumed was named Sadie by the necklace she wore. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I hope you have a good Christmas too, and do you know this guy?” She dragged Bucky down next to her, the large, buff man hulking over the small girl. “This is my friend Bucky, do you know him?”

He eyed her warily, as if he were absolutely terrified of the tiny human. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

Uh oh. The name was one that struck a chord of fear through everyone, still in shock of the events that had taken place in D.C. in 2014. While he and Sam had tried to label a new brand for the Avengers, people didn’t forget all the horrors of HYDRA and their prized assassin. Of course it hadn’t been him, even he knew that, but trying to convince people otherwise still made him feel guilty.

“You’re my second favorite Avenger, after Y/N, of course.” Sadie brought her hand to hover over Bucky’s vibranium one, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, can I touch your metal arm?”

The man in question could barely utter out a word, muttering some sort of agreement before nodding with a timid smile. Giddily, she touched his arm, feeling all the cool ridges of gold-plated vibranium against the gun-grey metal. Sadie continued to pelt questions at him, about Sam and Redwing to his “adventures” with Y/N on the team.

Bucky, though shy at first, got more and more relaxed as they continued their conversation, his grin growing wider. Y/N loved her fans, she loved them so, so dearly, but seeing them interact with the man she loved was something different. Not a bad different, but a word that could only be described as pure joy. 

“Darling, I think we better leave Ms. L/N and Mr. Barnes alone. Say thank you and happy holidays.” The little girl looked sad, turning to look at her mom with a little pout, but she reluctantly obliged and soon the duo were off, into the crowded streets once again. 

“Y’know once upon a time I had dreamed about having kids,” Bucky commented. They walked along the sidewalks in a comfortable quiet after the encounter with Sadie, but Bucky’s mind had not stopped reeling from the happiness his conversation brought him. “Was gonna come home from the war, settle down with a gal, and live to be at least seventy years old.”

“Well, I can tell you you’re good on the last bit of that, Buck.” He snorted at her jab at his age, something that has become a norm for their little makeshift family of four. “What do you want now?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked over at her with a fond tilt of his lips. “Oh, just something real special.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Y/N, what are we?” She glanced over at him from where they sat on the Met stairs, giving their feet a break from walking for hours. 

“What do you mean, Buck?”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, trying to make her understand the amount of confusion and impatience he had with this one burdening question. “We’ve been sleeping together for a year, Y/N. We make each other breakfast, we go out together, I literally have half of my closet dedicated to your stuff, but even after all that we haven’t given us a name yet.”

Y/N sat in stunned silence, staring at the outburst from the man in front of her. To be completely honest she had never really thought about the question, choosing to enjoy each second she got to spend with the wonderful man with her. What she had noticed however, was how whenever they parted ways or were in the most intimate of moments, three little words nearly slipped off of her tongue. Every. Single. Time.

“Well, what do you want to be, Bucky?”

“I want to be the man you love. I want to be the man who loves you with his entire heart, though I like to think I already am. I want you to be my best gal more than anything in the world, and that I want to be the man who gets to hold and love you every night.” Slowly they drifted to each other, a magnetic pull bringing them to each other. “What do you think, doll?”

“I think,” her lips split into a grin, hovering over his own with the exact same expression, “that I want to be your best girl and the one who gets to make you pancakes in the morning and I want to be the one you get a cat with, who we’ll name Alpine because if I know you, names are the most important part of having a pet. I want to be held and loved by you every night, Bucky Barnes, and I am the girl who loves you more than anything in this entire damn world.”

Not another second to spare, Bucky pulled Y/N in close, letting himself get lost in one of her sweet, loving kisses, finally knowing that he was hers and she was his. At long last.

Sure, it’s Christmas once more

[blu-joons]

Dating Im Jaebum ~ GOT7 Headcanon

Getting Together:

As soon as he caught sight of you in the library his eyes were following you around everywhere that you went

Every so often the two of you would exchange glances, but he’d always shy away and play with his hair

That was until he accidentally nudged you once passing by, dropping all your books to the floor

His cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he hurried to pick them all up for you

It was that moment when he finally spoke to you for the first time, asking you to coffee by way of an apology

A few days later you met at a local shop, where of course, JB paid for you

Books quickly became the topic of conversation as the two of you got to know each other

He continued to apologise often for still nudging into you that day

You could tell he was nervous by how often he’d tuck his hair behind his ears

At the end of the date he’d go straight to Jinyoung and tell him all about it and where he wanted to go with you

He wasn’t sure if he gave off the right first impression, but Jinyoung would be there to reassure him

Once you found out he had cats too you were more interested, desperate to meet them all

When he found a moment in his day, he’d always be checking his phone to see if there was a message from you

The two of you bonded quite quickly, seeing each other once or twice a week for a couple of months

Only once he was sure, did JB decided to try and reach out and make things official with you

He’d taken you to the local cat café to do it, wanting to see how you’d be around cats before he introduced you to his own

Throughout the whole afternoon he was nervous, barely able to string a sentence together

But he kept reminding himself of the pep talk Jinyoung had given him, and the not so helpful one from Jackson too

His hand would slowly reach across the table for yours as he cleared his throat

Just the way your eyes stared back at him was enough for him to shiver, smiling softly towards you

Rejection was something he often feared as he’d experienced it so often with his career and his music

You squeezed his hand as you noticed him worrying, the final clue he needed to know it was the right thing to do

“There’s been something I’ve been wanting to ask you for quite some time…how would you feel about becoming my girlfriend Y/N?”

His eyes would look away in fear, tapping nervously on the table with his free hand

“I’d love to,” you whispered back at him

He’d let go of the biggest sigh of relief as you responded, wondering why he ever got so nervous

You’d walk around the table to press a kiss to his lips, settling in his lap

His heart you could feel pounding as you felt against his chest, shaking your head at him

For the rest of the day he’d refuse to let you go, keeping you nice and close

But as soon as you stepped back outside from the café, he’d be very aware and protective

 Being In A Relationship:

From the start of your relationship he’d be very transparent with work and the boys about his intentions with you

This wasn’t a short-term thing for him, he really saw a future with you in it

Your relationship was very private, JB didn’t like to share too much with other people

Even so much has having your name mentioned in an interview would put his back up

The odd detail he didn’t mind sharing, but what the two of you got up to was between you both

That didn’t stop him inviting you to all his events though so he could have you supporting him

Every day, without fail, he’d compliment you and remind you how much he adored you

He absolutely loved it when you played with his hair, it always comforted him

Cosy days at home with a book were his idea of the perfect day with you

Prepare to be photographed a lot, he always likes to remember the memories that he makes with you

He even has a photo of you on his mood board for when he song writes

Speaking of songwriting, you’d spent a lot of time at his studio with him

The two of you didn’t even have to talk, it was just nice to know you were there

Or when you’d surprise him with food, that was when he really knew he was falling for you

Just having your presence anywhere around him made him feel so much more at ease

A lot of your day would be spent with his cats too, playing around the apartment with them

The two of you would often cuddle up on the sofa and find Nora making her way between you both

It wasn’t just his cats you were popular with, ahgases loved you just as much

Any time JB dropped a little spoiler of your relationship the fans would go crazy

He’d love to take you out with him when he’d go for walks to look for a bit of inspiration

When the two of you found a moment you’d just sit and read your books for a bit

He’d always drive wherever the two of you went, he loved being the one to take you places

Whenever he was feeling uncertain or scared, you’d know exactly what to say

When he began to doubt himself, you could tell straight and pick him back up

A lot of the inspiration for his songs these days came from you and how much he realised he needed you in his life

He relied on you a lot, even when it came to deciding what hairstyle he’d try next

Every day when he was on tour, he’d call you without fail to hear your voice

Going away never bothered him, until he started having to leave you at home

You’d give him regular cat updates, so he knew that everyone was doing well and taking care of each other

You often got disturbed late at night by him going over a song or a dance, but you didn’t mind as he spoiled all his comebacks for you

Whenever he lost a hoodie, he’d always know where to find it, wrapped around you

If he wanted your attention, he’d walk around with his hair tied up as he knew how much you loved it

His big frame meant he was very protective of you, shielding you often when you went out

JB wasn’t a huge romantic, but he’d always do little things that made sure that you knew he loved you

At the end of a long day, coming home to you was always the best part of it

He’d get pouty and whine until you held him and made him relax

Just the look on his face sometimes was enough to break you into a fit of giggles

He was never one for going out too much, but even more so now knowing he had at you at home

Nothing made him happier than a late morning with you, a mug of coffee, and the cats around your bed

You’d lay in bed for hours and talk about all sorts of conspiracies and random things you’d read online

The two of you were just so comfortable with each other it made life so easy

But your favourite thing, was the sounds of his morning voice when he just got up and how deep and rasp it was

He’d always be the big spoon around you, keeping you safe 

 Affection/Skinship:

In public, JB was quite shy when it came to affection, his hand in yours was the most you’d get

Every so often he’d take you by surprise and press a kiss to your cheek or the top of your head

At home he was much more affectionate where no one could see you both

Whatever the two of you did he liked to dominate and make you feel loved

He’d often have his arms around you, resting his chin against your shoulder or head

He was most touchy when he was sleepy, enjoying curling up close to you

Intimacy was a slow process, he wanted you to be comfortable before he tried anything on with you

The first time the two of you got intimate he’d always be asking if you were alright

You could always tell when he was getting needy as he’d refuse to let you go

Whilst he had little experience, he always knew what he was doing with you

He liked to take his time and enjoy the little things about each other when you got intimate

He was much more of a giver than a receiver, he wanted to make sure you felt good before he did

Your hands would often be lost in his hair, keeping him nice and close to you

The bedroom was his favourite place, he liked to keep it romantic and personal for you

Don’t go looking for any quickies with JB, he likes to take all the time in the world with you

He’d always cuddle you afterwards, making sure once again that you were alright and that you weren’t hurt

Most times the two of you would end up falling asleep with your bodies intertwined

People always thought that he’d be rough, but his softer side was one he kept behind closed doors for you

He’d always take the best care of you, making sure that you were as comfortable as possible

When his eyes met yours, you always knew you were in for a good time

Put it this way, he’d never managed to leave you disappointed so far

 Arguments:

JB is quite well known for having a bit of a temper, and with you it’s absolutely no different

He hates arguing with you, but he’s stubborn and often refuses to back down

Words weren’t always used in your arguments, just the look on his face alone was enough to let you know he wasn’t happy

He’d often be the one to leave for a while and head to the studio to clear his mind

He liked the chase of you being the one to approach him first and try and sort things out

Once in a while, his voice would raise a little, staring aimlessly in your direction

But the moment he saw you began to tear up in an argument, he knew it was time to stop

Your longest argument had been a couple of days before you both got fed up with not speaking to each other

At times he hated listening to other people when he knew he was right which only made you more frustrated

He’d try hard to keep his temper at bay, so he didn’t shout at you, but it was hard for him

You were always the much calmer one in an argument, trying not to let things get out of hand

Once you were back with him, JB would always find himself apologising, even if he didn’t think he had to

It would take a while for the two of you to get back to normal after an argument

Whilst you’d still sleep in the same bed, give it a day or two before you go in search of cuddles

He had a great deal of pride, so whenever it was dented, he felt slightly wounded

The boys often could tell when you’d had a falling out because he’d always show up moody to the studio

It would usually the boys who would make him realise how stupid he was being and send him back to you

He hated being in the wrong, but he hated hurting you even more than that

 Your Relationship With The Boys:

You were very much like another leader for the rest of the boys

When they needed advice or support, they’d often come to you, especially when it came to dating

Seeing how happy you made their leader; they were determined to make sure you’d stick around for as long as possible

And noticing how much calmer and happier you made JB was also a massive bonus for them all

Of course, you were closest with Jinyoung who often became the third wheel in your relationship

Mark was a bit like a partner in crime, you’d always be pulling pranks on the others, but never getting caught

Yugyeom turned to you a lot for support and help, he was still learning a lot and you were happy to help

Having you around made Bam very happy, he’d take you shopping with him all the time, and message constantly for advice on outfits and styling

Youngjae was a little more bitter to begin with as 2Jae began to slip away, but he quickly grew to love you too

And best of all, you loved to sit back and let Jackson tease JB about your relationship all the time

Whenever you had the time you’d be at the studio, with food or drink, making sure they were taking care of themselves

You were a huge part of their family now that you’d been around for so long

 The Future: 

JB was in no real rush to settle down, but that never meant that he didn’t want to spend forever with you

Kids were never really something he’d thought about before he met you, but now he had, he was desperate to one day start a family

And of course, your family would be incomplete if you didn’t have the cats with you, and maybe even a couple more

He knew once his time in the military was over, he needed to start thinking about his family and the future

GOT7 would always be a part of his life, but he wanted to make sure he could introduce his children to GOT7 too

Slowly, he’d begin opening up to the fans more as you planned engagements, weddings, and babies

Regardless of the direction his life took, he’d always have you by his side

Masterlist

[alreadyblondenow]

12:13 am having the best sex with Yuta in Japan (M)

“Babe, I think I’ve seen half of Japan already. You brought me to so many places today, I’m so tired “ you whine and complain to Yuta while the both of you sit on their small living room. A typical Japanese home, for a normal family in Japan. The Nakamoto family made their house extra comfortable for you during your vacation with Yuta.

“Im sorry babe, I just missed home and got excited because I’m back and you’re with me” he tickled your sides making you kick his leg and lay on the floor, giggling way too loud and telling your boyfriend to stop. Your heart beats so fast and you were catching breath when his father came into the living room to give Yuta the pillows and matts.

His father smiled at you as he hands you the pillows, telling something to Yuta in Japanese that made you curious. When his dad left, you’re quick to ask Yuta about what his father said to him. “He told me to use condom and warned me about the thin wall in the house” he has a smirk on his face that you want to kiss away. You came closer to him raking his long hair away from his face, “so were going to use condoms tonight?” you pout at him, “no way. Im gonna fuck you raw. Just like I always do” he said pushing you down and kissing you passionately. Intense sound of wet kisses surrounds the room, you’re embarrassed thinking maybe his parents can hear everything.

Yuta started to remove your sleep wear, thankful that you already removed your bra. He kissed your boobs for a hot minute before proceeding to remove your pyjamas and underwear. “Perfect “ he winked at you and removed his clothes leaving you two fully naked in the middle of their living room on the thin Japanese mattress and a few pillows. The intense sounds of kisses surrounds the room, you were so sure his parents can hear it.

He hovers on top of you, chest to chest encircling his arms around your body. Yuta’s handsome face is inches from yours, you admire how bold he is right now. No makeup, no piercings. He’s busy loving your boobs, playing with your hard nipples sucking and bitting it. “Love my boobs so much babe?” You giggle, making him smile while his sucking your left boob, “Yes. So much” His hair is really long you thought, so you reached for your rubber band and tied Yuta’s hair. Tying it on a small man bun, he suddenly became ten times hotter now.

“On all fours babe” he whispers, helping you move gently. His soft lips never leaves your body. May it be your shoulders, your back, or your ass cheeks. He pressed your face on the soft pillow, your ass up in the air, legs spread and ready to be fucked. Yuta checked if you’re comfortable with the position, you nod with a smile.

Pumping his thick and veiny cock and lining it on your pussy, you gasp when he suddenly thrust making your whole body jolt forward and flat on the mattress. “Ah! Yuta I wasn’t ready” He encircled his arms around your waist bringing your body up to your previous position putting your ass up again, your back perfectly arched, “Grip the sheets babe, hold still” He slams right back in again, thrusting quick and sharp just how Yuta always wanted. His right hand is on your nape, pushing your face more on the pillows making you breath harder. His other hand is on you left hip catching his hard thrusts. Ass cheeks jiggling, earning a slap from him making you yelp but you try to be as quiet as possible.

“Sshh. You’re a good girl” he reminded you but you knew he’s teasing and clearly enjoying this. He came hard inside your pussy in just a matter of minutes, thrusting hard until he reach his high making you crazy and breathless. He flips you on your back spreading your legs wider for him. “Still with me babe?” He asks panting and catching his breath, you nod. Using his pinky finger, he trace your slit drawing invisible straight lines on your pussy, slowly. Making you moan and more sensitive, “I know you like torture” you smiled and enjoyed the torturous pleasure fucking Yuta’s fingers with your hips. You came on his fingers feeling your pussy clench and unclench. His cum dripping from your hole, mixed with your essence. He went back to licking your boobs, giving your hard nipples sharp licks that makes you sensitive even more. Looking at him straight in the eye, telling him you’re about to cum again, ready to let go. As you cum again, Yuta whispers dirty things beside your ear while grinding and poking your pussy again helping you ride your high.

“You look pretty when you cum”

“Fucking shit - I miss fucking you hard like this”

“Your boobs is amazing. Its going to be swollen tomorrow”

“Hmm? Whats that? Another round? Shit babe, I thought you’re tired?”

So busy listening to Yuta’s deep voice and devilish chuckles, you didn’t hear someone came in, “Yuta-” The both of you was startled as she is, his mom came in with more blankets, eyes on you while you shiver under Yuta still on high from your recent orgasm. His mom scolds Yuta in Japanese putting the extra blankets on the floor. You don’t understand what they’re saying, but Yuta covers you with the blanket as he reasons out with his mom.

When his mom left, he’s kissing you again and waiting for you to calm down from your high. You see your boyfriend’s healing smile, teasing you underneath him because his mom saw you cum. “Sorry about mom, it’s your fault actually”

You playfully hit his chest with all your energy, making him let out a laugh catching your hands and intertwining them with his. “Maybe if you moan a little louder, they would know what were doing and wouldn’t dare disturb us” you can only scoff and snuggle more to Yuta asking for more warmth. “Okay, next round then. I’ll moan louder and wake everyone in the house” you teased his cock grinding on it making him turned on, shaking his head in disbelief. “Were perfect for each other, you know that?”

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[jungwon-crush]

(1) home - enhypen

(listening to the song while reading the chapter is recommended~)

rolling green hills stood before me. i closed my eyes as i laid on the wet grass that dampened my hair, while cool breeze flew around my figure. i should appreciate this type of weather since winter is starting to approach, i thought to myself. i want to laze in autumn forever.

"byeooolll!!! byeol byeol byeol byeol byeol!!!!" a nasally voice exclaimed. i internally sighed at the call of my name. there goes my relaxation time.

i stood up from my position, whilst the setting sun gazed at me, and began to search for a hiding spot. i need to at least give him a hard time looking for me, as compensation for ruining my moments of being alone. i barely get the chance to be by myself in nature.

as i looked around, i finally found a shrub to conceal myself in. so, as quietly as i could, i made my way to the bush.

i attempted to place myself inside it, forgetting the fact that i was a complete eighteen year old.

"owww!" i quietly screamed to myself. even though i wore a lengthy brown skirt, i somehow managed to get pricked by a thorn on my right knee. i guess my kilt moved around a lot while i was trying to adjust my stance.

unanticipatedly, the same voice that yelled my name just a short time ago appeared behind me.

"wh-what are you trying to do? imagine being so stupi-"

"shut up, jungwon!" i turned around to see the boy staring at my situation. his two hands covered his mouth, as if he was struggling to hold in his laughter.

"i hope you know that you look like a cat stuck in a tree. except you're a really big cat and that's a very small tree." he giggled.

"oh, be quiet! if anything, you're the cat. now, get me out of here!"

to be honest, i did not need much assistance. i was just in the mood to bother the boy who kept snickering at my condition.

he sighed at my request. nonetheless, he continued to move towards me. his hands found his way to my waist, while i placed my own hands onto his shoulders to steady myself as he lifted me off the hedge. he then placed me back onto the moist grass that i was previously laying on.

once he let go of my frame, i started to dust off my skirt and shake off the coarse leaves on it. i suppose jungwon took that as a cue, because he began to brush the strands of grass out of my braided hair.

with a hue of pink spread on his cheeks, jungwon complained, "and you wonder why others assume that i am older than you! i really do need to stop babying you.."

i crossed my arms and stuck my tongue at him. in return, he mirrored my actions and ruffled my hair.

"it's already sunset, byeol. we should go back home before it gets dark." jungwon said as he forcibly took my hand and led me out of the plain.

i rolled my eyes, "i thought you said that you needed to stop babying me? come on wonnie, please let me stay here a little longer! you can go back home by yourself so heeseung doesn't get worried."

"i'm not leaving you alone in this area. why were you not at your house in the first place? everyone's noticed that lately, after school, you always seem to be out. these days, i constantly look out my window and expect you to be in your usual spot in the living room, but you're never there."

i tugged at the long sleeve of his button shirt, "i don't wanna talk about it, how'd you know i was in the pasture anyways?"

"jake told me he saw you coming here after he finished his classes, he sounded concerned so i came to look for you. and talking about it helps, you know that. i've never allowed you to bottle up your emotions, i've listened to every single word you've uttered since we were kids." jungwon glanced at me with hope written in his luminous eyes.

"i hate how persistent you are. are you like this around other people too? you should take care of yourself too, wonnie."

"don't change the subject. let it out, byeol."

when it comes to yang jungwon, i can never resist.

i huffed into the air, "my dad... he... he  told me he'd return to lutton last saturday, and now it's thursday a week later yet he's not back. he sent me a letter saying that he's still in the city, his boss asked him to work for an extra amount of days there."

"mr. sun's gone again?" jungwon questioned. he moved closer to me in order to put his left arm around my shoulders. i realized that he does this a lot, especially when he notices that someone is under stress.

"mhm," i replied dismally, "i don't blame you for not noticing though, whether he's in lutton or not, he's barely at home. i think we all know that ever since my mom died 6 years ago, my dad avoids staying at the house for too long because our place is filled with memories of her."

"he's been coping like that for too long, when will he come to his senses? does he ever consider the fact that his daughter has been going through a hard time too?" he commented as they reached a district near their neighborhood.

"wonnie, you know his excuse. he always pulls the 'i work hard because of you' card. i can't even argue with him about the issue because, like i said, he's never home. i just want to distract myself from him because this matter has been getting to me a lot. so, recently i've been wandering outside our community. i don't want to disturb you guys with my troubles as well. i don't like seeing you lot get constantly frustrated over my issues."

jungwon grumbled, "byeol, suddenly dissappearing makes us fuss more. we share our problems, remember? whether they're big or small - when niki's bike got stolen it wasn't only him who went looking for it. all of us put effort into finding out who robbed it. we all know that your father's always been... something else, which is why we're here for you. anyways, forget him, have you been sleeping alone? what have you been eating for dinner? most importantly, are you doing your homew-"

the moment those questions left his mouth, i immediately put my hands over his lips. "everytime i mention my dad being gone in a conversation, you start nagging! sometimes i wish you would stop talking."

jungwon let out a muffled,"im gonna lick you." accordingly, i placed my hands back to my side again.

the boy annoyingly flashed his middle finger towards my direction. however, he quickly stopped due to an old lady passing by who gave him a judgemental glare.

it was hard to hold in a sneer.

he hurriedly picked up the discussion again while he scratched the back of his neck, "you still didn't answer my questions."

"i've been surviving on instant noodles and spam."

"heeseung would approve, but i don't. so, you're gonna eat with us at sunghoon's tonight."

"i'm not gonna oppose that, sunghoon's mom makes the best carbona." my stomach rumbled at the thought of pasta.

jungwon screeched as a response, "i know right! and the garlic bread she makes too? she's a five star michelin in my eyes."

i nodded my head in agreement. we were nearing our vicinity already.

"moving on, what about sleep and homework, byeol?"

"i sleep just fine. i'll probably ask sunoo to stay over tonight though to help me with homework. thank god we're both in the same class this year."

i glimpsed at jungwon to see his reaction, but instead of wearing an accepting look, his brows were furrowed and he looked... displeased?

"i bet sunoo hasn't even done the homework, after school today he went to niki's house straight away. all they do is just watch recorded shows - i can help you instead." he suggested.

"trust me, sunoo did the work."

at this sentence, jungwon's tone became a bit more aggrivated, "how would you know?"

"he did the assignment in our study period while i was sleeping. i saw him finish it when i woke up. he sits directly in front of me, conveniant, isn't it?" i grinned.

jungwon answered with a disheartened mumble, "fine, byeol, you do you."

why's he so irritated about sunoo doing homework for once? i wondered, isn't it a good thing that he's finally starting to put effort in school?

due to me spacing out, i did not register that jungwon and i already arrived at our neighborhood.

after bidding goodbyes (the goodbyes being another lecture of how to take care of myself from jungwon because i am already a legal adult), jungwon reminded me to go to sunghoon's house for dinner. he was about to unlock his front door until i ran up to him and pulled his form into my arms.

his arms went stiff for a while, but they ended up finding a way around my lower back - like they always do. he placed his chin above my head, this way i was in the perfect position to nestle in his chest.

"in all seriousness though, thank you wonnie. for always taking care of me." i whispered.

he clicked his tongue, "there's no need to thank me, byeol. i know by now that my prescence is a blessing."

i chuckled while he played with my  tangled hair underneath the nightfall. his fingers intertwined between the locks, then he released me.

he gently pushed me using his shoulder and said, "now go change for dinner."

taglist: @wonwobbles 

a/n: hiii first chap!!! i kinda hate how i wrote this so i'll probably redo it when im free again djdjdj. anyways the rest of the characters will be introduced in the next chap <3

[harrysweasleys]

Little Malfoy

Synopsis: You and Draco are both purebloods and arranged to marry, but you’re are already dating and in the 7th year, you find out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: sorry this took so long! also, im thinking of making a new account and transferring my work bc currently this is a side-blog and i can’t answer your sweet comments. :( ALSO! There is no Voldemort, war, or anything from Deathly Hallows in here! 

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Your seventh year was probably one of the roughest years of your life. With the whole figuring out your future, passing your courses, making sure you keep in touch with friends, so forth.

When you started dating Draco in fifth year, things seemed as though they couldn’t go downhill. The two of you were inseparable and your love grew more and more as months went by. Your friends in Slytherin practically adored you guys. 

Pansy called you two the ‘Hogwarts dream team’ and even Blaise was fond of the two of you. Crabbe and Goyle were thrilled that Draco wasn’t shoving them around like they were his slaves anymore, so they came around pretty quickly. All in all, everyone had won. First years weren’t veering away from him in fear of being taunted, and you finally got your parents off your back about finding the perfect pureblood match for you.

Luckily for you, your parents completely adored the Malfoy family (and their status) so over the summer, they had agreed to arrange your marriage to Draco.. You were getting married in two summers, so as long as the two of you stuck by each others’ sides, there shouldn’t be an issue. 

But, unluckily, you had hoped too soon. 

That’s how you ended up pacing back and forth in Professor Snape’s office with tears cascading down your cheeks at five o’clock on a Friday morning. You hadn’t been able to sleep at all last night because right before going to bed, you had checked your personal agenda and realized you were nearly two weeks late. You were always pretty regular, so this could only mean a few things.

You had really hoped it wasn’t the one thing you were thinking, but with your luck, it probably was. 

About a month back, you and Draco had stayed back in the Slytherin dorms by yourself during supper hour since you had to work on an assignment, and the two of you had ended up in his bed tangled in the sheets not long after that. So, naturally, when you realized you were two weeks late, your mind swung back to that night immediately. 

“Will you stop walking around in circles?” Snape snapped, scavenging through the shelves in his office for the one thing he probably never thought he needed.

“Sorry, Professor,” your voice came out shaky as you stopped in your tracks, looking over at him with wide, fear-filled eyes. You raised your hand, biting at your fingernails to keep your mind off of the thumping of your heart against your ribcage.

Sure, Snape had been quite agitated by your rude awakening at nearly four thirty in the morning, but he seemed to be better now as he cursed at every tiny bottle that fell over. As head of Slytherin house, he knew he had to be there for the students at any hour they needed him, no matter how much he hated it.

“Alright, uh, here,” he handed you a tiny box, inside it was the pregnancy stick. Despite housing some of the most powerful witches and wizards in the world, Hogwarts still kept Muggle pregnancy tests. 

He tried avoiding your eyes as he gave it to you. You’d probably be feeling embarrassed if it wasn’t for the swarm of nerves in your stomach. 

“T-Thanks, Professor,” you nodded at him and rushed out of his office. You bolted down to the Slytherin common room, sneaking in as quietly as possible and into the bathroom. 

Shutting the stall quickly and quietly, you took the tiny stick out of the box with shaky hands and sat down on the toilet, trying your hardest to control your breathing. Not very successfully though, as you needed to remind yourself to actually exhale every now and then.

Maybe it’ll be negative, the naive side of your mind taunted you as you started doing your business, shutting your eyes to avoid seeing what it would say even though you knew you’d have to wait a few minutes. 

As you finished, you placed the stick down on the back of the toilet, and waited. 

And waited.

And waited.

And... waited. 

Finally, after what felt like three hours — but was only three minutes — you picked up the stick, only to nearly drop it again.

Positive. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, placing the stick down on the back of the toilet and leaning against the wall, suddenly feeling like you wanted to cry, scream and vomit all at once. 

Why?

You screwed your eyes shut, trying so hard to hold back the tears. You were only seventeen. You still had nearly six months left at Hogwarts. You were so young, what were your parents going to say? What was Draco going to say?

Holy shit, Draco. 

There was no way in hell Draco was ready to have a kid. If you were certain of anything, it was that. Sure, you two had spoken about kids, but he had never really mentioned actually wanting to have any. Especially not at this young age.

You leaned your back against the wall of the stall, sliding down and clutching your knees to your chest. You leaned your forehead against them, cursing yourself for not being safe enough. Yes, you and Draco had used just about every safe measure there was, but they were never one hundred percent effective.

You let the tears flow freely by now, not even bothering to try silencing your sobs as they echoed dully around the bathroom. This was the worst way to spend your last year.

You placed a hand on your lower belly, knowing nothing had really started to show or swell yet, but within a few months, it would definitely be visible. You tried not to think about what other students would say about you, what the Professors would think of you, or how Draco would react, but it was nearly impossible not to. 

A forceful knock sounded at the door to the bathroom and Snape’s dull voice came flowing in, “Miss Y/L/N, I’m going to guess by the fact that you’re still in there that this isn’t the result you wanted. Come to my office.”

You wiped your tears with your sweater, wiping off the pregnancy test with toilet paper and placing it in your pocket. Not that you wanted to, but Draco would probably assume this was a prank and you needed proof.

You ducked your head and walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering to look at yourself in the mirror. Snape stood outside, arms behind his back, and hair hanging in his face.

“Come,” he took off down the hall and turned into his office. You followed closely behind, not wanting to be seen by anyone, even though it was still five in the morning and no one was up at this hour, but you were ashamed enough as it was.

“Sit,” he pointed to a moth-eaten leather chair in the corner and you walked over to it, sitting down gently and looking up at him, “Now, I don’t think I need to tell you how reckless you’ve been, so I shall skip that part.”

You weren’t sure why you expected him to be somewhat comforting, but the judgment and disappointment in his voice stung. 

“Now, I have this little bottle here,” he shoved a tiny, tear-shaped bottle into your hand, “Take a drop of this every morning in your pumpkin juice, or whatever beverage you wish to have, and it will help with nausea, cramping and.... irregular moodswings.”

You nodded, gripping the bottle with your sweaty hands and placed it in your lap, “Do I, uh, stay? Or am I expelled?”

Snape sighed, sitting across from you and intertwining his hands on his lap, his face a tell-tale sign he was very uncomfortable with the conversation, “You are not expelled, but you will indeed be asked to exclude yourself from certain activities.”

“How do I tell Draco?” you found yourself asking, regretting it once you knew you had overstepped your boundaries. 

He held back an eye roll, “That is none of my concern.”

“Right, sorry,” you mumbled, fumbling with the bottle he had given you moments before. 

“Now,” he spoke up again, “I will need to alert Dumbledore, along with the Heads of Houses, but please try to keep this as secret as you can for the time being. We don’t need rumours and whispers flying amuck, what with all the chaos that seventh year brings already.”

You nodded again, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and feeling your breathing return to normal, “Thank you, Professor. I should probably go tell Draco.”

“Probably.”

You stood up off the chair, avoiding eye contact once more, but right as you were about to walk out of the room, his voice cut you off.

“As Head of Slytherin house, it is my responsibility to attend to the needs of my students,” he spoke almost regretfully, “So if ever you need assistance... don’t be shy. However, I am not here for you to wake up at three in the morning because you are having trouble sleeping, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled at him, “I’ll avoid waking you up as much as I can.”

He nodded at you and waved his hand, motioning that you were free to go. You walked back to the common room, legs shaky and the bottle clutched tightly in your hand. You stepped quietly through the entrance and let out a sigh, bracing yourself for what was going to come.

You couldn’t overthink it too much or you’d never end up telling him, so you had to just go up and do it. 

You walked up the stairs to the dorms and knocked on Draco’s door, opening it slightly to make sure you hadn’t woken up anyone else in the room. You peeked your head in, noticing that no one was awake.

Tiptoeing in, you passed Crabbe, then Goyle — who was snoring so loudly you didn’t have to worry about the creaking floor — and reached Draco’s bed. You placed your hand on his head, trying your best to avoid startling him and waking up everyone else.

“Hm?” he mumbled, pulling the blankets up higher, “I didn’t. It’s only blue...”

“Draco!” you hissed quietly, poking him in the cheek. His habit of sleeptalking made it hard for you to get him to wake up.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, and he scanned you up and down with a confused expression, “Y/N? It’s not even six o’clock, what’s wrong?”

You felt so bad, you knew you were about to completely change his world and he had no idea. You watched him for a good moment, tuning out what he was saying. 

“Huh? Oh, right, we need to talk, come downstairs,” your voice shook once more, but you didn’t let him question you as you walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might need to go see Madam Pomfrey and check for signs of a heart attack. You sat down on the velvet couch, staring into the flames of the fireplace and trying to calm yourself down.

Eventually, Draco’s quiet footsteps came down and he appeared at your side, sitting next to you on the couch.

“You’re worrying me,” he admitted, running a hand through his messy morning hair, “You’re never up before eight. This has to be serious.”

“It is,” you looked over at him, wanting so badly to tell him and have it be a prank, but the reality of it was washing over you in waves of guilt. 

“Tell me,” he whispered, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear and gazing into your eyes with such intensity, you felt a tear slide down your face.

“Draco, I’m pregnant,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes locked on his. 

The colour completely drained from his face, causing him to become paler than usual, until a small smile formed on his lips, “Good one.”

“I’m not joking, Draco,” you sighed, taking the pregnancy test out and holding it in front of his face, “I’m as serious as Sirius.”

“Wait—,” he looked down at the stick, eyes wide, “This is for real? You’re actually pregnant?”

You nodded, looking down at your lap. You heard him let out a long, exhausted sigh, and then he leaned back against the couch, muttering to himself about ‘stupid condoms.’

“Well, then, I’ll be by your side and I’ll take care of you every step of the way,” he placed a cold finger under your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel more tears threatening to fall, “Why aren’t you reacting more... I don’t know — panicked? This is scary as hell.”

“I never said it wasn’t,” he spoke quietly, completely contrasted to the swarm you were feeling inside, “But what good is panicking going to do? You need to be healthy, I need to take care of you, and we’re going to get through this together.”

Despite the fact that you were indeed freaking out on a whole new level, Draco’s words made a comfortable feeling settle in your chest. You knew damn well that having a baby at seventeen while attending school was going to be the biggest challenge of your life, but somehow, he seemed to make you feel as if it was going to work.

“Are — Are you sure? I mean, this is huge,” you widened your eyes, waving your hands as if to show him how big this was. 

He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek, “I’m sure. Hey, we’re getting married in two years, so what’s the worst that can happen? We already know we’re gonna be together for a long, long time. We’re the ultimate team, we got this.”

You smiled, wiping at your tears for the third time that morning, “Draco, this isn’t like getting matching tattoos, this is a baby. A child. In a few months, I’m going to start getting big, and by this summer I won’t even see my feet, and at this time next year—”

“—we’re going to have a little Malfoy,” he cut you off, silencing your rambling, “I got that, yeah. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it to happen. I always knew I wanted kids with you. Hey, if you decide to straight up drop out of Hogwarts right now, I’ll be right by your side, helping you carry your bags and figuring out where we’d go from there.”

You were speechless. This was not the way you thought he’d react to this. You had expected silence, worry, and of course, a whole bunch of tugging at his hair while he swore his head off. That’s how you were feeling inside. You never thought he’d end up being okay with this. He was being so calm. 

You let out a breath and nodded your head, “Right, okay, so we’ll be okay then?”

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t be. Yeah, being pregnant won’t be easy, but we’ve got some good people around us here and our families will help us out,” he shrugged, trying to hold back a smile, “I still can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you let out a soft chuckle, placing your hands over your belly. You leaned your head back on the couch, shutting your eyes and listening to Draco’s slow breaths. 

You nearly jumped when you felt his hand on top of yours, rubbing slow, soothing circles over your still-flat belly. 

“This is crazy,” he muttered, leaning his head against your shoulder, “We’re having a baby.”. Nodding, you let out another small giggle, placing a kiss against his forehead.

You were too focused on your peaceful moment with Draco to realize Pansy and Blaise walking into the room, overhearing your conversation and smacking each other with wide eyes.

“Sorry — you’re having a what now?!” Pansy shrieked, gripping Blaise’s sleeve with shock and startling you out of your skin, “You two lovestruck idiots better name it after me, boy or girl.”

[callingitaday]

Sweetness

Pairing : Fred Weasley x reader (fem)

wc: 2K+ Warnings : none.. I think

Gif owner: fgweasley

6 months. 6 months since the battle. 6 months since Lord Voldemort killed your family. 6 months of nightmares and sleepless nights. 6 months of wanting it all to end. 

*flashback *

“No! No! What  are you doing here? I told you to stay away” you yelled as your parents stepped onto the battlefield. 

“ We’re here to help honey” your mom spoke

“We need everyone to fight. He can’t win. Everything will be alright, we love you” your dad finished.

“Y/N help!” Neville yelled. Running over to help fight off a death eater when you hear your mom's screams echoing through the chaos causing you to turn around and let out a blood curdling scream. You see Voldemort killing your parents, making you drop to your knees.

“MOM” you cried out

Voldemort turns his attention to you. Immediately you stand to fight, tears clouding your sight before arms are wrapped around your waist lifting you off the ground. 

“We need to go”   Fred yelled as you fought against him.

*end of flash back*

Since your family was now gone, the Weasley's have taken you in as their own. Miss Weasley or Molly as she keeps reminding you ensures that everything will be okay and you always have and forever will be a part of this family. You appreciate hearing this as it helps you while transitioning into this new beginning. 

Fred checks on you multiple times throughout the day, which gets annoying sometimes but you love him so it’s okay. You know he knows something is wrong but didn’t know what or why I wouldn’t tell him why. Fred was your best friend, he was a year older but I didn’t really seem to matter. You told each other everything but you couldn’t seem to tell him about the nightmares or the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him. Which is the way you’d like to keep it.

As another nightmare penetrated your mind, you were awoken in a cold sweat and tears daring to fall. 3 AM you sigh, quietly making your way downstairs to make some tea. Leaving a smell light on as you made your way to the front porch the cool air felt very welcoming against your burning skin. As you said that you let your mind wander free. Thinking about simple things like how summer days were hot and the evenings were cool, how lively the house always was, how the house always smells like a bakery because Mrs. Weasley makes something new to try every day. But also thinking about the battle of Hogwarts. To your parents, to everyone and everything you lost.

Due to being zoned out you weren’t exactly aware of the things around you. The stairs begin to squeak under the weight of someone making their way down.

“Y/N? What are you doing? It's almost 4 in the morning” Fred's sleepy voice came from behind you. 

“Couldn’t sleep” Fred came up next to you before sitting down. 

“ is everything okay?” 

You sat there in silence as you thought how to answer, you didn’t really know and didn’t really wanna cry anymore. 

“Y/N?” Fred spoke quietly

“sorry,  I’m fine”  now resting your head on his shoulder

“ you’re lying come on tell me what’s going on”

“Fred…’ A silent tear falling ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that right now. Just sit with me” 

“Okay but when you’re ready I’m ready” Fred pulls you into a hug kissing your forehead. He held you for a while and once he was satisfied that you would be heading back to bed too he himself headed upstairs. Soon enough you too made your way up to bed. Letting your head hit the pillow, your eyes close. As you let the tiredness take over, hoping tomorrow will be better.

It was still early when you woke back up. The girls were still sleeping and you could hear the quick chirping of the birds outside. Quietly changing into some shorts and a t-shirt before making your way downstairs. Peeking into Ron's room as you passed, both Ron and Harry were still dead asleep and Ron was snoring quite loudly causing you to giggle a bit.

Molly was starting to make breakfast “Oh! Good morning dear” 

“Good morning” you spoke gently as you entered the kitchen. “Fresh tea is on the table” Molly added, you responded with a smile before taking a seat at the table. 

“Morning boys”

“Morning” they said in unison. George never took his eyes off the paper they were working on but Fred looked up. He tilted his head a little, giving you a smile. You look down at your cup, taking in a deep unsteady breath before looking back up at him. Forcing a small smile while taking a sip of your tea. Molly slowly started putting breakfast on the table and yelled up the stairs that breakfast was ready. You weren't that hungry but still grabbed a biscuit.

Fred kept looking at you, a sweet but concerned look covered his features as he observed you picking at your food and tinkering with the cup of tea. Wanting to be out from under Fred's gaze you got up and dumped out the old tea to make a new cup. “Not hungry dear? Is everything okay?” Molly asked. “ eh, not really but I'm okay. Just a bit tired” you gave a reassuring smile.

“Alright, im here is you need anything” 

Heading out to the front porch for some fresh air, taking a seat in one of the old rocking chairs. Not long after the screen door snapped shut and the porch squeaked just a little under the wait of  the person approaching. You stayed in your own little world, never looking up from your cup. In all honestly you didn't have too, you knew who it was the second he walked through the doorway. You could smell him, he always smelt like fire embers and sweets, and to be frank it was a bit intoxicating for you. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to you. You knew what he wanted, what he was thinking. You knew he wanted to know about the nightmares but at the same time he didn't want to pry.

“ i’m sorry. I know that if I asked you, you would have listened and tried to help. I didn't want to bother anyone with my problems. Everyone that day lost someone they cared about, I'm not special because I lost my parents. This is my burden and my burden alone. But these nightmares that invade my head are slowly killing me” you paused, finally looking over at Fred. He sat with tears in his eyes, a few of your own fell down your cheek at the sight. 

“Every night I watch him kill them. I watch as the light dies in their eyes. Every night I'm back at the battle. Every Night i hear the deafening screams of everyone there”  shaking your head as you quickly wiped your face, taking a deep breath.

Fred grabbed your hands in his own “I’m sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone but you're being too hard on yourself. It is okay to grieve your parents and our friends. It's okay to be sad. It's all okay but what's not okay is letting these feelings destroy you. I'm here for you, everyone in this house is here for you, but I'm here whether it be at 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning.” 

You pulled Fred into a hug and whispered a thank you as he gripped you tighter. 

The summer day continued as normal. The boys decided to play little mini quidditch games while you, Ginny, Hermione and George’s (she is not my girlfriend!) girlfriend Angelina sat out sunbathing watching them play. A letter from Charlie had arrived in the afternoon insisting that he needed Molly and Aurther to come out for something very important though he didn't say what it was. This led to Molly giving us all a very stern talking about how we needed to be on our best behavior, absolutely no funny business, to not burn down the house and they would be back in a day or two. 

As the evening approached Ron helped Harry set up something called a projector so that we could watch some movies outside around a fire. George had brought out some whiskey to sip on and this is where things started to get a little awkward for you. Only 4 blankets were set up. One for each couple and apparently one for you and Fred to share. 

After this morning, Fred was keeping an even closer eye on you than before. Being around him on a day to day basis was hard enough but now you're just in a constant state of butterflies and embarrassment. He's caught you staring like a dozen times today and now you had to sit next to him and act like everything was fine while the couples paid more attention to each other than the movie. 

You tried to make yourself comfortable but nothing was working. Even tried to lay down but your arm kept falling asleep. Eventually you gave up and just pulled your knees up to wrap your arms around them and lay your head on your knees.

“You can lay your head on me….. If- if you want too” Fred whispered, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Hesitant at first but giving in and not moments after you laid your head in his lap that you fell asleep. 

“y/n… y/n'' you jolted awake as Fred said your name. “ Hey you're okay, yeah” He talked low and slow as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Finally sitting up and looking around, the movie was still playing and only George and Angelina were gone. 

“What happened?” 

“You were starting to whimper and saying no over and over again and you had a pretty good grip on my - umm- my thigh” 

“Oh.. Im sorry” that was all you could say, you knew it was because of the nightmare. “Its okay”

“I think I should go to bed” you blurted out

“Yeah, yeah sure I'll walk you up” Fred said as he stood and reached his hands out to help you up.

You just stood there for a moment while you stared down at your now intertwined hand before looking up at him. His lips were already formed in an admiring smile which you copied before setting your other hand just above his wrist and setting your head on his upper arm. Fred leaned down and kissed the top of your head “come on”

Fred only let go of your hand when you got to the stairs to allow you to go up first. Your courage began to build with each step up you took, finally at the top you stopped and turned on your heel to face Fred. Almost face to face with him but even with you on higher ground he was still taller. Your eyes flickering between his and his lips. Steadily bringing your hands up to his face before planting your lips on his. He was definitely taking back but quickly recovered and his hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

Both only stopping because oxygen was much needed. Slowly you open your eyes only to see Fred's got this shit eating grin plastered across his face. You laughed “what?”

“Oh nothing, you know you should just feel so lucky to have been able to kiss me”

“FRED!” you smacked his chest as he erupted in laughter before putting his hands in the arm in defense  “Im kidding! Only kidding”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you say in a hushed tone

“Of course you can sweets”

“Mhm sweets? I kinda like it” 

“ oh yeah? Well I would call you that all the time if you were mine” Fred stated matter-of-factly. You set your hands on each side of his neck “Promise?” 

“Promise” he repeated back to you as he lifted you up causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around him. He slowly made his way to his door before opening it and stepping inside. Shutting and locking it before leaning over the bed, laying you on your back. 

He gave you a few more small kisses before taking off his shirt and laying next to you and pulling you close to him. 

 You couldn’t believe this was happening but you were more than ecstatic. Maybe now those nightmares would stop, maybe now you wouldn't dread going to bed. Maybe now everything would be okay. Still with your head on his exposed chest you thanked him for everything and that if this was actually happening that he would always be enough for you just the way he was because he was now your sweet boy. 

“Always my sweets” was the last thing spoken before sleep took both of you.