#But that line about them always having to be together really bugs me

[skyloftian-nutcase]

My brain is buzzed and buzzing.

HW Zelda spent a good portion of her time with Link disguised as Sheik. She decided to keep her identity a secret from even Impa, which means she probably had to change her personality a little to make it convincing. So this entire time, Sheik and Link work together and fight together, and Link got to know this different persona. So when she revealed herself as Zelda, I wonder how that changed their relationship and dynamic?

Imagine Zelda is falling for Link but Link is falling for someone who doesn’t exist. Imagine Link’s agency and consent are so ambiguous because destiny determines that Link and Zelda are always together, that they have to be together, at least according to Lana and Cia.

I don’t know, I just have a lot of thoughts about HW Zelink. Not all of them are great. But I suppose if people write it well I can like it.

[ibbythebee]

Anything

pairing: Fred Weasley x Prefect!Reader

summary: Fred would do anything to see you, 'Hogwart's strictest Prefect', loosen up.

genre: fluff 'n stuff, and only slight angst, also borderline slowburn

warnings: swearing, bullying moments, implied that reader is in Slytherin, lots of teasing, flirting, kissing, Fred is completely and utterly whipped for reader, "your highness" nickname

a/n: not me in the middle of writing a neville fic and then having a shower thought of a fred x reader and writing this instead.

words: 6.9k

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You can hear them. And you know it's them, because of the sniggering and that laugh.

By now, when you patrolled outside of class hours you'd find yourself actively seeking out these boys. Today happens to be good day to continue your spotless Prefect record.

With a hand sliding to your hip, you smoothly round the corner of the door to your Potions classroom and as you suspected, Fred and George Weasley are there, huddled over a particular cauldron. Something's clearly already been brewed and Fred is holding a cork screwed flask with the mysterious liquid.

It takes a minute until Fred happens to glance toward the door and sees you there, nose in the air and hands now clasped in front of you. He's trying not to laugh when he sees you, and elbows his brother.

The said Weasley is about to say something, but as he meets your gaze his lips press together in a slightly curved line.

Successful in catching their attention, one eyebrow and then one corner of your lips gently raise. "We've really got to stop bumping into each other like this."

"I think you wanted to bump into us," Fred says with a prominent smile. He looks innocent, just like always.

You neither confirm nor deny his remark and instead stride closer to them. You take your time, head turning in each direction, eyes scanning for any other suspicious looking activity. It feels good, because you can feel their stares and how they wait with bated breaths for your next move.

With a last step you settle on the opposite side of their table. You look at Fred, head tilted softly, studying his expression.

His smile only grows when you reach his eyes and it's finally time to address the elephant in the room.

In a newly straightened posture you say in a slow and sarcastic tone, "did you know... that I can take away points from your House? From each of you, in fact?"

"Oh, come on. Our favourite Prefect. Can't you pretend you never saw us, like last time?" George answers.

"Sorry what was that? You'd like 30 points taken away?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Fred waves with a chuckle, "let's not get hasty. What about... a-a compromise?"

George nods desperately.

Your eyebrow raises again, and you lean back, crossing your arms. "A compromise, instead of taking away your precious points?"

"Yes, we'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything." Fred glides a tongue over his bottom lip, speaking to you through his eyes.

For once he looks completely serious and it makes you smile in delight. An expression seldom found in your features. It's completely magical and Fred finds no regret to bargaining with you.

"There is something you can do for me," your eyes glaze over Fred's face and then you turn to George, leaning forward over the table on your elbows. "The next Quidditch Game."

"Yeah? Slytherin v Gryffindor. Need us to bug someone?" George grins.

You shake your head and smile again. You're frighteningly beautiful with that curve on your face as you continue. "I need you to make sure that Slytherin wins."

"What?"

Fred captures your attention, so you lean in closer to his side of the desk. "It shouldn't be too hard for you both, right?"

He squints, unable to hold back a smile of his own. In the previous times when you had caught the twins in the middle of scheming, you'd never been so coy with them. Ruffling your feathers a bit was always the boys' goal when getting caught by you, however now that you seem to be playing along, Fred can't get enough. "That's hardly something to wish for, your highness. You can have anything from us, really anything. Don't hold back."

You shrug, "well, that's what I choose."

"But if you think about it you cou—"

"I can take the points off now, if you like? It's really no problem."

"Fine. W-We'll do it." George huffs, and his brother follows with a playful bow.

"Your wish is our command."

"Please just don't take the points off. We'll be kicked out of Gryffindor if you snitch again."

"Me? Snitch?" Your voice drips in sarcastic innocence, and you push yourself off of the desk. Your feet turn to walk back outside first, but your eyes remain on Fred until it's physically impossible to stay focused on him. As you saunter to the door, you feel their gazes on you again and it's oh so satisfying to know that you get the last say. "You need to get better at not getting caught. Because, if I didn't know any better, it looks more like you want me to bump into you."

You turn around to face them again, and stare at the flask in between Fred's long fingers. By some miracle you'd never found yourself to be the butt of their schemes, unlike the other prefects. Even as a chaser of the twins' opposition in Quidditch, you've been the only lucky soul on your team to come out the other end. The question was why? Why spare you?

"Who in Salazar's name threw that?" Your captain shrieks, massaging the back of his head, small flakes of snow dropping to the skin of his neck.

How bothersome, you think, looking around at the rest of your teammates who're busy cooling down after Quidditch training.

"What?! A snowball just happens to gain sentience and hit me, huh? An owl maybe? Just come forward, admit you did it and I'll go easy on you—"

The spray of snow flies off of the captain's head again and you dodge the icy substance in time, some of it landing on your beater and chaser teammate. Everyone exclaims except you, you're too busy scanning over the field.

Suddenly, the burly boy of a captain huffs toward you, and you take a shove to the shoulder.

Stumbling back by a metre, you frown. Increasingly annoyed by your captain's baseless judgements. "What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you I'm a prefect?"

"I know a guilty person when I see one."

You're about to give him a piece of your mind until the idiot is hit again and you stifle a laugh at the noise he makes.

"Clever," he says through gritted teeth. Despite clearly looking at you just seconds before the snowball made contact with his thick skull, his pride is still hell-bent on accusing you. "I knew you were good at school, but I didn't think you'd stoop so low to use non-verball spells for something so stupid."

"Well, I knew you were delusional before, but now it's perfectly clear that you just don't have a brain."

As though your words were a signal, a tsunami of white ice balls appear in the sky and you don't hold back your smile as it pauses over your team. They each look up, faces with panicked expressions, and before they can even begin to escape, the snow crashes down over your peers. Figuring, it's the perfect moment to leave, you zoom out of the field on your broom and land to your feet once you can't see those angry faces anymore.

And that's when you hear him. That laugh, and he's looking at you and combing a hand through his ginger hair, all whilst adorning a satisfied ear-to-ear grin.

"Thanks." Is all you can say at first, then you realise his partner-in-crime George isn't right by his side. "Where's your brother?"

"On the other end of the field."

You nod. When you don't say anything more and turn to leave, you feel long fingers wrap around your wrist. He's warm against your icy skin, and your eyes shoot up, only to be greeted by a soft smirk.

"You're not going to snitch on us are you, your highness?"

"Me? Snitch?" You stop yourself from feeling so giddy about the previous event and instead focus on the fact that would you be doing your prefectoral duties correctly, you would have absolutely told a Professor about the twins. But the adrenaline rush feels too great and so you finally shake your head at the tall ginger. "You were just... watching us practice, right? I don't see anything suspicious about that."

His smirk twists into a genuine smile, and he allows your wrist to slide out of his grasp. A twinkle of mischievousness reaches your eyes, and then you're off, jogging into the distance. A few metres in, you take a chance to glance back to where you left Fred. And you don't know whether it was from training or the adrenaline, but you feel your neck and cheeks flare with heat at the sight of him lean against the frame of the entrance, steadily watching you run.

Clearing your throat, you push your recollection of the past away and take out your wand.

“You know you’re not allowed to use spells outside of class, your highness,” says Fred, his voice playful.

“That’s okay,” you shrug, “because I know you won’t tell on me.”

“Are you quite sure about that?” George chimes.

You nod immediately, the easiest question to answer. “I’m your favourite prefect, am I not?”

Fred’s expression is unreadable to you at first as he shakes his head slowly. He looks shocked, but at the same time pleased and a hint of something else that you can’t quite grasp.

Figuring you’ve stared at him long enough you send the twins’ a wink and the door shuts with a swipe of your wand.

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Your robe is floating behind you, a spitting image of Professor Snape, as you walk with purpose to your class, books cradled in your arms and head held high. You round a corner of the halls smoothly and find yourself at your Potions classroom. It's been a week since finding the Weasleys in there, and you still haven't found out what concoction they had created.

In any case, your class has already begun, and Snape's voice is barely audible with the door in front of you. You let your fingers clench around your books for a moment, taking in a breath. Then you push your way in, and each one of your classmates turn their attention to you.

"How lovely of you to join us, Miss L/N."

Having already predicted the Professor's sarcasm-filled reaction to your tardiness, you hand out a small slip of paper. "A note from Professor McGonagall."

He barely skims over the words and indicates for you to find a seat. Fingers clenching around your books again, you let yourself look over your peers. There's a seat next to Ginger Jorkins from Hufflepuff, but after noticing your stare she's quick to put her belongings where you could have sat. You hold off from sighing, because to your relief there is one more free seat, all the way at the back of the room. Right beside the vacant spot is a familiar head of red hair, and the pain from your tight grip subsides upon seeing him. That sigh you've been holding lets free once you sit down and the class continues.

"Welcome to the back of the class," Fred whispers with his signature grin. "You're with the cool kids now."

"Speaking of..." You glance behind him and frown. "Where's your brother?"

He makes a face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." And then it hits you. The Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch Game. The compromise. The "make-sure-that-Slytherin-wins" game. The "George-has-been-completely-annihilated-by-a-bludger" and "won't-be-walking-around-anytime-soon" game.

"Oh... right."

Fred simply nods, finding the way you froze for a moment to be equally funny and endearing. The rest of your face doesn't show it, but he notices the panic in your pretty eyes and gives your arm a little nudge. "Hey. The git's okay. Says it was worth the pain because the girl he fancies paid him a visit."

You bite your lip and let yourself focus on Snape, who's mouth is moving, but you can't hear anything coming out. "It's still technically my fault. He looked awful."

Fred leans forward, his head turning to rest against his crossed arms. He studies your features as you attempt to listen into the class. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper again. "Come to Hogsmeade with me."

You give him a side glance. No one's ever invited you to come before and for all you know he could be making fun of you. It'd been hard in the beginning, though you eventually found comfort being in your own presence; drinking butterbeer while other people joked and laughed and shared stories and the gossip of the week. And talked about how they received a pointless detention after being told off from that know-it-all bitch.

"I-I don't..." You stumble upon your words, the crease between your brows growing deeper as you try to recollect your thoughts.

"Yeah, you're coming," he declares. And when you go to protest, he sits back up, sending you a wink.

"AND so..." Snape glares in your direction, "by the end of this class, I will be testing the quality of your potions by using a simple leaf. If it melts you've brewed successfully, and if not... you'll be in here on the weekend till you get it right."

To your surprise, Fred doesn't make a fuss, instead he beams at you with a clap of his hands. "Let's get started then, shall we Professor?"

The said man only grunts in response, so you all begin.

Forty minutes passes by in an instant, and no matter how well you follow the recipe, the liquid in your cauldron doesn't look like a liquid anymore and it smells differently to Fred's.

Wait. Fred's?

You frown down into his cauldron. His potion's immaculate.

You pull at the sleeve of his robe till his head comes down and his long hair tickles the tip of your nose. "How are you doing this?"

"I'm smart when I want to be," he chuckles.

"That's not an answer. I demand you give me an answer, or... I will take off points from Gryffindor."

He feigns an expression of shock which immediately gives way to a smirk, face just a few inches away from yours. "And what if I do tell you? You promise not to snitch?"

"Me? Snitch?"

That mischievousness is back into your dolomitic eyes, and Fred swears that the potion isn't required to melt the leaf.

"How about a compromise?" you whisper.

He shoots a glance toward the Professor and then hums when he feels it's all clear to keep talking. "I'm listening."

"I come with you to Hogsmeade, and I promise to do whatever you want to do. Deal?"

He doesn't need a moment, or even a second to reply. He's already nodding, slipping a hand into yours. "Deal."

You share a knowing look and shake your intwined hands. Compromise confirmed. "Now—"

Before you get to finish, he pulls out a very familiar cork-screwed flask, and in perfect fashion you keep from gasping or reacting at all, but Fred can see it in your eyes. He scans over the classroom, Snape's busy writing something on the board, and so he's clear to lower his head to you.

Your fingers graze as he passes you the concoction he had made with his brother. Electricity runs through the veins of your fingers till it hits your heart, skipping a beat.

"Someone might've tipped us off about this assignment," Fred murmurs. "So, naturally, we just wanted to be prepared. There was no way we were going to miss out on a Hogsmeade visit."

Not with George in the Hospital Wing, you think to yourself with guilt, pulling your robe sleeve down to hide the flask should your Professor stop by.

"Well... my beloved brother sadly will. I'll never forget his bravery." Fred makes a show out of a simple sigh and you feel like slapping his arm. He places his hand over his chest and sighs again, only it's a little louder this time and longer. "A girl we know threatened us to rig the Quidditch game so that Slytherin would win, if we didn't do as she asked she would've gotten us into trouble—"

"Fred." Images of the poor Weasley twin with a whole half of his body covered in the sickening colour of a bruise flood your brain.

"—and being the good man that he is, Georgie sacrificed himself, in order to satisfy the needs of this girl."

"Oi! I already feel horrible, okay?" You finally give his arm that well-earned smack, and when all he does is laugh, you huff with a pout.

He recollects himself, and makes sure Snape's still preoccupied. He bends down to your level again, and his breath fans over the strands of hair by your ear. "I would do the same for this girl."

There's that heat in your neck again and yet another electric feeling runs up your spine at his worlds. You don't meet his gaze and instead stare forward. To save yourself from embarrassment, you lift your chin and with one swift movement, the liquid from the flask falls into your cauldron.

Fred watches in delight as you stir until your previously horrible creation morphs and dissolves into that flawless fluid that you had just seen in the Weasley's cauldron. From such a result, you're unable to stop yourself as your lips curl into a smile, parting slowly to reveal your teeth.

You are the embodiment of this potion. Any person or creature of the magical world would completely disarm at the sight of your expression. And Fred's lucky enough to be your first victim.

"You seem very pleased, Miss L/N."

The black figure of Snape shadows yours and Fred's vision as he glides in front of your desk. He peers into your cauldron, nothing shows on his face and then he's examining Fred's, the same reaction of nothing.

The man then clicks his tongue and floats back to the front of the classroom, picking two leaves off of the plant on his desk. He returns swiftly, gesturing the rest of the class to join him by your table.

"Look closely." Snape says as his hand hovers over your creation, and then his fingers let go of the green object.

Hushed breaths watch as it hits the surface of the liquid with a ripple. There's no reaction at first and it fills you with dread. You even see Fred stiffen in the corner of your sight.

Then the leaf twitches with a change in colour, and soon it's no where to be seen, dissolved. Successful.

Someone mutters a 'wow', others share glances of contempt or roll their eyes. You on the other hand feel relieved and lean onto your hip, arm brushing against the tall boy beside you. He relaxes at your gentle touch.

"It seems you will have the fortune of freedom this weekend." Professor Snape mutters, and then with no time to waste, moves on to Fred. You barely have a chance to thank the man. His hand hovers, fingers open and a new leaf falls.

In a blink, the leaf has melted and you feel the Weasley straighten up in pride.

Snape however, isn't convinced and folds his arms. "How convenient that you should produce a successful potion - out of many failures - when seated beside Miss L/N."

Innocent until proven guilty, you think and look up at Fred, who's only smiling like a fool, his focused trained on Snape's. Your classmates murmur, and it isn't hard to place who they're talking about with their not-so subtle glares pointed in your direction.

"So I did a good job?" The boy's happy expression grows with innocence.

"Somehow. Five points... to each of you." The raven-haired man admits, his gaze lingers on the Weasley before he turns away, addressing you both and the rest of the class. "L/N and Weasley, seeing as you have completed the task, you may be dismissed. However, by next class I expect a 2,000 word written report of your method and findings. That'll be all. The rest of you... you have fifteen minutes."

Groans and curses hidden under breaths echo through the room, you and Fred, however, turn to each other with eyebrows raised and stupid grins plastered over your faces.

Adrenaline kicks in, and you both scramble to clear up the desk and snatch up your belongings. You sprint out the door not after sending the Professor a 'thank you', and then you're out the door and sprinting into the courtyard, crisp winter air nipping at your extremities.

You pause by the fountain, leaning against the tall structure and Fred follows suit, situating himself in front of you. "I can't believe I did that," you say in a breathless tone still grinning, books hugging into your chest.

He chuckles in between his own pants of breath. "Feels good doesn't it, your highness?"

"I hate to admit but... yes."

You watch as his gaze on you softens, as well as his grin subduing into contentment. "You make a good partner-in-crime. I think I might just replace George."

"Then he will surely kill me once he's recovered! That is... if he doesn't already."

Fred winks, "I'll make sure that won't happen. A princess such as yourself deserves a knight-in-shining armour."

"Oh yes." You give a curtsy and wave of your hand, your voice forming a posh accent. Well, no more posh than you already sound. "Then will you do the honour of escorting me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

With a fist to his chest, Fred bows. "For you, my dear, anything."

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It's irregular of you to be so fashionably late. Last night you'd found yourself restless, thoughts of sleep hidden behind scenes of you and Fred eating candy together, laughing, using magic outside of class to throw snowballs at your Quidditch Captain. Despite the chill of a winter night, being covered by your duvet and blankets was suffocatingly warm, especially when you kept seeing Fred pull you behind a tree, gloved hands drawing you into him by your hips, noses barely touching and lips parted with warm butterbeered breaths.

Your chocolate-brown screech owl whinnies by the foot of your bed and you flinch, adjusting your beanie for the hundredth time. "What do you think, Prim? Do I look tired? I look tired, don't I?"

The owl blinks and gives another whinny, a sound similar to that of a miniature pony. You check the clock on the wall of your dormitory and bite your lip, jostling through your belongings and retrieving a small purse of galleons to shove into your coat pocket.

One more look in the mirror, just one more. Your hair looks surprising lovely, strands of it squished against your thick scarf, and fortunately covering areas of your blemished face that couldn't be covered enough by your concealer. "It'll have to do!"

Prim purrs when you stroke her head and then you're off. You almost trip at the bottom of the stairs and as a result you pause, taking in a breath, calming the pounding in your chest. This Hogsmeade visit is just like any other. Just like any other. You’re just… not alone this time. That’s enough to get you smiling, as you saunter through the halls and finally out the gates, where you see a few groups of students still hanging around Hogwarts.

At the top of the steps you crane your neck in an attempts to find Fred amongst the small groups.

“I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

You spin on your heels at the sound of his voice, and are greeted with a growing grin. Teeth sparkling and everything. It takes a toll on you not to tackle him in a hug right then and there. The thick hoody he’s adorning, as well as the adorable beanie all look extra cuddly. Those gloved hands that you’ve been thinking about slide out of the pockets of his jeans and reach for your scarf, gently tightening the fabric around your face and neck.

On the outside you seem unbothered by his action, but he already sees what you’re really feeling through those dolomitic eyes of yours. “A deal’s a deal,” you finally say. “But it was rude of me to keep you waiting so long, so I’ll buy you a butterbeer.”

He shakes his head, fiddling with the hem of the scarf. “You turning up is enough for me.”

You shake your head back, dipping your chin into the material to hide your smile. “I’m buying you one. Argument over.”

“Alright then.” He chuckles and gives your scarf a gentle tug. “No more time to waste, your highness, let’s go.”

“Lead the way, Sir Weasley.”

You’re perfectly giddy as you trudge your way to the little village. Fred tells you about his plans for Christmas and you tell him yours, not very big and not very exciting, but he adores listening to you speak. He tells you about George and his recovery, and teases you when he sees guilt written over your face. Then despite your many differences, you both bond over your love for Quidditch, especially the Irish team. Occasionally, your shoulders and arms graze, and other times your fingers, as you stomp through the snow covered grounds. With every touch your chest grows warm, and your belly flips. You almost forget that you should be looking out for any bad behaviour. You almost forget that you still have a duty to uphold to the school.

Hogsmeade is bustling with life when you finally arrive. More so now that you could share it with someone.

“Come on, let’s warm up first.” Fred tugs your scarf again and successfully gains your full attention. He pulls you into the Three Broomsticks, greeted immediately by a wave of warmth. He’s still pulling on your scarf so you swiftly ask for two hot butterbeers and allow him to lead you to a table at the far end of the room.

“Am I your pet? Leading me around like that.” You sit down opposite him, motioning to his hand still holding onto the end of the long material.

He hums for a moment, and doesn't look to have any intention of letting go. “More like restraining you from going into ‘prefect’ mode.”

"Hey! Some people need disciplining," you pout.

"You sound like a Professor..." he narrows his eyes at you, lacking the skills to stop smiling so big. "You're not Professor Snape using Polyjuice potion, are you? Trying to figure out my secrets for passing your class, huh?"

Slowly, meticulously you straighten your back and fold your hands over the table, and void any emotion on your face. Your voice is low and slow and articulating every syllable as you speak. "What a ri-di-cu-lous suggestion. However... while we are on the topic, you didn't... copy off me, did you?"

Fred is so bad at suppressing his smirk. "Bloody Norah, you found me out! You're so smart, Profess— I mean... your highness."

The clink of glass hitting your table interrupts yours and Fred's thoughts. Madam Rosmerta's standing over you and when you meet her gaze she winks. "Good to see you with company this time around, Y/N."

Your face squishes into the fabric that Fred's still holding onto as you feel heat rise in your cheeks. Desperate to eliminate the fact that she basically just called you a loner in front of him, you fish into your pocket and pull out some coins, placing them onto the woman's open palm. "Thank you, Madam Rosmerta."

"Pleasure, dears. Enjoy.” Another wink is sent your way and she’s off to tend the rest of her pub.

As you bring the hot beverage to your mouth, you peek through your eyelashes. Fred has removed one glove and is now using that bare hand hold onto his drink, allowing the warmth to transfer into his already warm skin.

"Thank you," he says.

Your brows press together, "what for?"

"For paying."

"Well... thank you too."

He raises an eyebrow as he takes a good sip of the butterbeer, waiting for you to elaborate.

"For inviting me," you say shyly, fingers sliding across the surface of the mug.

"Awh, that's nothing," he chuckles, gently swaying your scarf.

"It's not 'nothing'. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night because I was so excited to come with you."

The ginger-haired boy presses his lips together tightly and then leans his face closer to you. "Wait, really?!"

How many times has it been now that you've felt your face heat up around Fred? You could play so coy and confident before, but now you felt like any other girl-with-a-crush in your year. "As a matter of fact, yes." You raise your chin and attempt to sit up straighter. "I know it may seem that I only agreed to come because of a compromise, but... I really did — do — appreciate you considering me."

"I don't think we'll need to stop by Honeydukes, your highness. You're so sweet, that my teeth already ache."

"You're so...!" You smack his arm.

But he's grinning like a fool, pulling at your scarf. "I'm so what?"

"I'm gonna take points off Gryffindor, just because you asked."

He guffaws, "what is this abuse of power?"

You take a swig of butterbeer and shrug, head high and smirk on display. "I like to call them perks."

"See?" You feel on your neck as he gives a tug-tug. "This is why you need to be kept on a lead."

Before you can retort, you notice he's pointing at his upper-lip and quietly chuckling. It sets off your heart.

"Brilliant moustache you got there," he says.

"Oh... thank you." How embarrassing. You really thought he was suggesting something else for a moment there. You glance around the room to make sure no one's watching before you slide a tongue over the sweet foam above your lip. "Is it gone?"

"Just..." at first there's a second of hesitation, but then he pulls you in over the table and meets you half-way, un-gloved hand coming up to cup your face. Why is he always so warm? Why is it that one of the most notorious rule-breakers of the school is taking your fancy? And so easily at that.

It feels like an hour passes when his thumb smooths over the left corner of your mouth and you hold in a breath, fingers clenched around your mug. You simply cannot help the urge to look at his own lips; pretty, pink and gently parted, calm breaths passing through.

His movements pause all of a sudden, so you glance at his eyes, but he's already looking at you. Completely under your spell, completely forgetting how to move, and completely forgetting that you're in public. You seem to have forgotten the same, still not pulling away from his touch. He catches your eyes dip to his lips again and he swallows thickly.

Then he's moving away and sitting back down, clearing his throat. "There, now you're good."

"Thanks," you wipe a finger over for extra measure and then look out the window, clearing your throat and straightening your back.

"You know how you mentioned that part of the deal was that we'd do anything I want to do?" He inquires, finishing his drink with a last swig.

"Yeah. A deal is a deal," you answer, finally turning back to him, surprised to see a confident smile carved into his features.

"Perfect. There's something I want to show you, but first I have a really good idea to help you unwind and forget about your prefect-ness."

"That doesn't sound good," you tease, chugging the last bit of your own butterbeer.

He's smirking now, "you won't be saying that when you see what we'll be doing."

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You're both crouched behind a boulder that oversees the Shrieking Shack in the distance. The perfect spot to spy on anyone who visits the lookout point. The perfect spot to snog outside of school walls. And it also happens to be the perfect spot to stock up on snowballs and wait for one particular person to fall into your trap.

"I hate to admit, but you were right, Sir Weasley. Again," you mutter, rubbing your gloved hands together.

"The more you hang out with me, the more you'll find out just how right I always am." He peeks over the boulder for a moment and then his hand shoots up in alarm, speaking in barely a whisper, "he's here."

He is. You can hear your Quidditch captain now and a few of his buddies, chatting and laughing. Someone puts on a voice, and it makes the group howl, but makes your stomach churn. The closer they get to the lookout, the clearer their words sound and the more you're looking forward to breaking the rules.

"—thinks she's all that, just 'cause she's a prefect. Like, bitch, I'm older than you!"

Their laughter is equal to that of nails on a chalkboard. Pelting them with some snowballs might not be fulfilling enough.

"Nah, it's 'cause she's got Snape behind her, hah. Thinks she can say and do whatever she wants."

Fred is hearing all of this. You feel like screaming, and perhaps hexing the hell out of all of them. They need a proper disciplining.

"Yeah, that's probably what's happening!" The group laugh again, and the next thing they say is the last straw. "She only got prefect because she's fucking him."

The bottom of your vision is blurry, but you tell Fred you're ready and he only nods. You both raise your wands, and he counts to three.

One snowball hits the back of the captain's head and to your satisfaction he lands on his face. You and Fred are enjoying the scene a little too much that it isn't until one of the idiots shout your name, do you realise you've blown your cover.

"Shoot!"

"Quick! We need to unleash all we've got!" Fred takes your free hand and guides you up to stand beside him. "One, two, THREE!"

Adrenaline shoots through your veins, as together you swish your wands and the rest of your snow pile is sent into the air. One more flick of the wands, and the balls fly with the speed of a snitch. Straight toward their faces. Exclamations, grunts, yells echo through the woods and open winter air. They swipe at their faces and eyes, blinded by your attack. The captain's still trying to recover from the first hit, from head to toe the entire front half of him is covered in white.

You let out a laugh, and suddenly Fred takes your hand again and you're sprinting away from the crime scene.

"HEY!" The Quidditch captain shouts after you, pure rage in his tone.

But you couldn't care less, because that grin on the Weasley's face is too contagious as you run by him, gloved hand in gloved hand.

He peeks over his shoulder to meet your gaze, only resulting in a skip of his heart and a flip of his stomach. Losing that Quidditch match was absolutely worth it, and Fred had to remind himself to thank George later for taking the blow.

You share breathless laughter as the shouts increase in amount, but decrease in volume. You're both much too fast for them and manage to get back to the village where you could hide within the crowds.

Your feet slow to a walk, and you both check if any of the idiots followed. Fred spots two pass by a tree and squeezes your hand to gain your attention.

"In here," he jerks his head, and pulls you into a small alley between two buildings.

Finally having a moment to catch your breath, you realise that it isn't really an alley, and more like a small gap. The space is so narrow in fact that your body is essentially pressed up against his. Back against wall. Heaving chest against heaving chest. Feet and legs side-by-side each other as though woven.

You don't care to look to your left where those jerks could be looking for you. You simply can't. You can't because all you can see are Fred's parted lips again, and he's looking down at yours. After which, your gazes meet and you don't think you've ever felt so hot in the middle of winter before.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes. No grin, no smirk, no teasing, just facts.

"And you're..." Your eyes dip again.

His hand slides out of yours, and then you feel weight by your hips and he's squeezing against the material of your pants and sweater.

You crane your neck, and he dips his head, as those gloved hands of his pull you into him.

Your own hunger has your fingers smooth over his chest and grip the collar of his hoody, desperately tugging for him to come closer and closer, tension in the air building with each breath.

"And I'm... what?" He purrs.

Something stirs in the bottom of your abdomen as the scent of butterbeer fills your senses, just millimetres away now. And then he captures your lips. And it's like heaven, because his hands can't help but slide up under your sweater and hold you by the skin of your waist.

At first the kiss is gentle, hesitant, but then you open your mouth a little wider and Fred takes this as a clear invitation. He smooths a tongue over yours, the taste of the sweet foamy drink still lingering on your lips.

His bold action elicits a hum from you, and his grip only tightens, craving more and more of you and your pretty sounds. You go until you can't breathe, mouths parting reluctantly but eyes still closed.

Fred presses his forehead against yours, your noses brushing in a feather-like touch. His thumbs caress your sides as he whispers, "you never answered my question."

"You wanna know what you are, right?” You murmur, hands sliding down over his collarbone and resting on his chest.

“Yeah. You’ve said it twice now and never finished your sentence.”

“Okay,” you lean in, lips feathering over his. “You’re…”

Good Godric you’re addicting. He pushes his head forward to meet you, but you pull back with the most attractive breathy laugh he's ever heard. Your lips stay brushing against his, but you won't give him any more than that and he loves it.

"You're..." you say again on his mouth, and he hangs on every single one of your words. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me at Hogwarts."

He watches your eyes for a moment, and leans into you once more, hands climbing up to lay flat against your back, your sweater pooling by his wrists. And you share the softest kiss ever, full of adoration, full of care, full of absolute affection.

"You saying that, you being here right now... feels like I've just won the Quidditch cup," he says when you part.

"I really mean it, Fred." You wrap your arms around his middle and squeeze him there, cheek squishing into his chest. "You've heard how people talk about me, but you don't seem to care about any of that stuff."

He returns your gesture, his own cheek landing on the top of your head. "You're right. I don't care about it, because I've seen how much you care for the school and care for keeping things in order. A little too much, but to each their own."

"Oi."

"I have to tease, I have to. Still, joking aside, if anyone says that kind of shit about you and you hear about it, find me and tell me. Me and Georgie have your back."

"Just don't get caught," you smirk.

"You won't take points away if you catch us, will you?"

You pull away from the cuddle and send him that beautifully, intimidating smile of yours. "Not if you promise to keep losing your Quidditch games."

"Low blow, your highness!" He laughs and then you're running away, giggling like a fool.

You manage to slip through the crowds and head toward the woods by the Shrieking Shack lookout, your giggles only getting louder and more frequent when you see Fred bounding closer and closer to you. Your cadence slows when the ground starts to feel icy under your boots, and sooner than you think, you feel arms wrap around your stomach and you squeal.

Fred's laugh vibrates against your back, and after a few pants of breath he speaks into your ear. "There's still something I wanted to show you."

"Oh?" You spin around in his hold. "That's right. What is it then?"

"Surprise. Follow me." He's hasty in his movements, as he takes your hand, running further into the woods. Then he rounds the corner of a large tree trunk, his fingers slip out of yours as he twists around to face you and then he's pulling you by your hips, grin on display.

Your heart flips when your back meets with the rough surface of the tree, bodies pressing into one another and then his mouth is hovering over yours. There's hunger in his eyes, yet he's waiting for your next move.

"Wow. 'I have something to show you'. That was so corny," you tease in a whisper.

He chuckles, feeling your lips just barely touch his, "but you loved it."

"I did. You're right again, Sir Weasley."

"Always am, your highness."

He squeezes your hips. You lift your chin and you kiss for a third time that day.

[paxtito]

birthday girl

pairings: wednesday x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: none really, kissing and swearing here and there.

summary: wednesday was born november 13th, 2006, it’s her birthday soon so enid- being overly invested in your relationship- convinces you to plan a birthday surprise. you steal a very expensive book and put together an addams family themed escape room.

a/n: i’ve written quite a few fics since august so i’m just doing a little clear out of my drafts. apologies in advance for any mistakes. i’m no edgar allan poe expert, don’t come for me if the price is wrong.

MASTERLIST

It’s officially November. Wednesday’s birth month. You wasn’t planning on doing anything for it out of respect to her boundaries but Enid’s constant yapping in your ear brought you to the brink of insanity.

“Jesus! Fine, Enid… We’ll plan something, okay? Stop talking my ear off.”

Enid squealed excitedly, clapping her hands together. "Oh my gosh, yes! This is going to be so much fun!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. Enid's enthusiasm was infectious, even if her ideas were sometimes a bit... much.

"Alright, let's brainstorm," Enid said, plopping down onto your bed next to you. "What does Wednesday like? Besides death and darkness, I mean."

You chuckled. "Well, she seems to enjoy solving mysteries and puzzles. And she has a thing for creepy crawlies… Dead things…”

Enid wrinkled her nose in distaste but nodded. "Okay, so maybe not a spa day then. How about a murder mystery party? We could invite everyone and have them dress up in costume!"

You shook your head. "Wednesday doesn't really do 'parties' or 'people'. She'd probably just end up killing someone for real."

"Good point," Enid sighed. "Hmm… What about a private escape room experience? Just the two of you, working together to solve some kind of creepy puzzle. That way it's intimate but still fits her interests."

You considered it. That actually didn't sound half bad. "Yeah, I could see her getting into that. Let me look into it."

Enid beamed. "Perfect! Oh, and don't forget her favorite foods - bugs and gross stuff. You could make her a special birthday cake with... I don't know, worms or something?"

You made a face. "I have to draw the line somewhere, Enid. I may love her, but I'm not putting actual worms in a cake… I’m not touching worms.” You grimace, a shiver running down your spine at the thought.

Enid pouted but nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. I guess you could always just make it look like there are worms in it. You know, like those chocolate bugs they sell online? That might be more her speed anyway.”

You shake your head firmly. "No food. Definitely no bugs or anything gross. I'm drawing the line there."

Enid sighs. "Alright, alright. No bugs in the food. But we need to get her something, right? Like a present?"

You nod, considering Enid's suggestion. "Yeah, a present is a good idea. But what do you get for the girl who has everything? Especially when 'everything' is basically just death-related shit."

Enid taps her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... Maybe something personalized? Like a custom-made necklace with a little vial pendant that holds a drop of your blood or something."

You cringe. "Uh, no. Definitely not going to give her bloody jewelry. That's just weird."

"Okay, okay," Enid says, holding up her hands in surrender. "How about a book then? Like a rare edition of some creepy classic literature?"

You mull it over. Wednesday does love to read. "That's not a bad idea actually. I could look for a first edition copy of one of her favorite Edgar Allan Poe stories or something.“

Enid claps her hands together. "Yes! Oh, and you could inscribe it with a little personal message inside the cover. Something like 'To my darling Wednesday, may your days be as dark as your soul.' "

“Where would I get the money though?”

Enid smiles slyly, leaning in closer. "Well, you could always ask your parents for some birthday money. Or... you could sell some of your old junk online. I bet there are a ton of weirdos out there who would pay top dollar for your crusty gym socks or used toothbrushes."

You make a disgusted face. "Ew, Enid! That's gross. I'm not selling my dirty laundry to some freaks on the internet."

"Suit yourself," Enid shrugs. "But if you change your mind, I know a guy who runs a pretty lucrative online market for this kind of thing. He's always looking for new... supplies."

—

A week later, you and Enid are hunched over your laptop, scouring online bookstores for the perfect rare edition for Wednesday.

"Ooh, look at this one!" Enid exclaims, pointing at the screen. "It's a first edition of 'The Tell-Tale Heart' published in 1843. And it comes with a handwritten note from Poe himself!"

You lean in to take a closer look. The book does look impressive, with its aged leather binding and yellowed pages. But the price tag makes your eyes bulge. "$25,000?! Are you insane?"

Enid pouts. "C'mon, it's a collector's item! And it's not every day you find something this rare. Wednesday would love it!"

You shake your head. "I can't afford that, Enid. I'm just a high school student… I’ll steal it.. Where’s the store located?”

You lean back in your chair, rubbing your temples. Stealing a rare book from a specialized antique store sounds like a terrible idea, but you're desperate to impress Wednesday. Plus, you've always been pretty good at breaking and entering.

"The store is downtown, near the old theater district," Enid says, squinting at the screen. "It's called 'The Raven's Nest' - fitting, right? They specialize in rare horror literature and occult artifacts."

You smirk. "The Raven's Nest... I like it. Okay, here's the plan: we'll case the joint tonight, figure out their security system. Then tomorrow night, I'll break in and grab the book while you keep watch outside."

Enid looks nervous. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if you get caught? What if there's some kind of magical protection on the book?"

You roll your eyes. "There's no such thing as magic, Enid. And I won't get caught - I'm the fucking master thief of Nevermore Academy.”

—

As you and Enid walk down the darkened streets of downtown, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. The anticipation of pulling off this heist and surprising Wednesday with the perfect gift is almost too much to bear.

"Alright, here's the plan," you whisper to Enid as you approach the old brick building that houses The Raven's Nest. "I'm gonna scope out the back entrance while you check out the front. See if you can spot any security cameras or alarm systems."

Enid nods nervously, clutching her jacket tight around herself. "Got it. But be careful, okay? I don't want you ending up in jail or worse..."

You flash her a cocky grin. "Relax, Enid. I've got this. Nothing can stop me once I set my mind to something."

With that, you split up, each of you slipping into the shadows to survey the store. The back alley is dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb casting a weak glow. You notice a rusty fire escape leading up to a second-story window - the perfect entry point.

Enid shivers, pulling her collar up against the chill night air. She scans the front of the building, noting the ornate iron gate and the dim lights from inside. There seem to be cameras positioned above the door, but no obvious alarms.

You quietly ascend the fire escape, each step sending a faint creak echoing through the alley. At the window, you peer inside, spotting rows of shelves packed with dusty tomes and strange artifacts. In the center of the room, a glass case catches your eye - and inside it, the priceless first edition of "The Tell-Tale Heart".

You carefully pry open the window, wincing as the old hinges let out a soft groan. With a deep breath, you hoist yourself inside, landing softly on the creaky wooden floorboards. The musty smell of old books and mothballs fills your nostrils as you creep through the shadowy aisles, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you approach the glass case, you can't help but marvel at the beauty of the ancient tome. The leather cover is worn and cracked with age, but the gold lettering still glints in the dim light. You reach out, your fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the cool glass.

Just then, a sudden noise from the front of the store makes you freeze. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, growing louder with each passing second. You glance around frantically, searching for a place to hide, but the open layout of the shop offers little cover.

Panic rising in your throat, you duck behind a nearby shelf, praying that whoever it is won't spot you. The footsteps grow closer, accompanied by the jingle of keys and the click of a lock being undone.

You hold your breath, pressing your back against the wall as the footsteps draw nearer. Your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to give away your position. The shop door creaks open, and a beam of light slices through the darkness, illuminating a section of the floor just inches from where you're hiding.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice calls out. "I know someone's in here!"

You remain perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. The light from the doorway sweeps across the room, and you shrink further into the shadows, praying that your black clothes will camouflage you against the dimness.

The footsteps move closer, the owner of the shop clearly searching for the intruder. You consider making a run for it, but the thought of being caught red-handed with the stolen book makes you hesitate.

The owner's footsteps pause just outside the aisle where you're hiding. Your palms are slick with sweat as you grip the edge of the shelf, preparing to bolt if necessary. The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, a hand reaches around the corner, grasping at the air mere inches from your face. You flinch instinctively, but manage to hold your ground, not daring to make a sound. The owner steps into view, his thick-rimmed glasses reflecting the dim light as he scans the area.

"I've got you now, you little thief," he growls, his breath hot and rank as it washes over you. "Come on out, hands where I can see them!"

Your mind races, desperately trying to formulate an escape plan. You could try to overpower him, but he's significantly larger than you, and the risk of him calling the police is too high. No, you need to be smart about this.

As the owner takes another step forward, you make your move. Ducking low, you sprint past him, heading straight for the back of the shop.

The owner bellows in anger, his heavy footsteps thundering after you. "Stop, thief! I'm calling the cops!"

You don't dare look back, pouring every ounce of speed into your desperate flight. Your lungs burn as you race through the cramped aisles, dodging past stacks of books and leaping over precariously balanced piles of occult trinkets.

Just as you're certain the owner is about to catch you, you spot the back door. With a burst of adrenaline, you lunge for it, your fingers scrabbling at the handle. The door swings open, revealing the darkened alley beyond.

You tumble out into the night, the cool air hitting your face like a slap. Behind you, the owner's furious shouts echo from the shop, followed by the shrill ring of a phone - no doubt calling the police.

You don't stop running until you're several blocks away, your chest heaving and your legs burning with exertion. Only then do you allow yourself a moment to catch your breath, leaning heavily against a brick wall as you gasp for air.

You turn to Enid who’d been running after you, “you’re an amazing lookout..” You mumble sarcastically.

Enid looks absolutely terrified, her eyes wide and her face pale in the moonlight. She's breathing hard, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp. "I... I tried to warn you," she stutters, her voice trembling. "I saw him coming in and I ran to find you, but... but you were already gone."

You push off the wall, your legs still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "It's okay," you say, trying to sound calmer than you feel. "We got away, that's what matters… I got the book.”

You pull the book from your jacket, holding it up in the moonlight. The leather cover glistens, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride at your successful heist.

Enid's eyes widen as she takes in the ancient tome. "Wow," she breathes, "you actually did it. You stole a first edition Poe book!"

You grin, tucking the book safely back into your jacket. "Of course I did. I told you, I'm the best thief in town."

Enid shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just broke into a store and stole something. That's so... so..."

"Cool?" you suggest, raising an eyebrow.

Enid laughs nervously. "No, not cool. Crazy! You could have gotten in serious trouble."

You wave a dismissive hand. "But I didn't. And now Wednesday is going to have the most amazing birthday present ever."

Enid bites her lip, looking uncertain. "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if she finds out you stole it? She might be mad."

“She won’t. Trust me.”

—

After weeks of planning and anticipation, the day has finally arrived. You've managed to lure Wednesday out of the house under the pretense of a "special surprise", blindfolding her before she could ask too many questions. Now, as you guide her down the street towards the escape room, your heart is pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Where are we going?" Wednesday asks, her voice muffled by the blindfold. "This better not be some kind of lame party or something."

You can't help but chuckle at her grumpy tone. "Relax, Wednesday. It's nothing like that. Just trust me, okay? I promise you're going to love it."

Wednesday huffs but doesn't protest further, allowing you to lead her onwards. As you approach the escape room, you can feel a sense of anticipation building in your gut. You've put so much thought into this surprise, and you're determined to make it perfect.

The door to the escape room looms ahead, and you take a deep breath before pushing it open.

As you guide Wednesday inside, the blindfold is removed, revealing a dimly lit room decorated with eerie candles and macabre artwork. Wednesday blinks, her eyes adjusting to the gloom as she takes in her surroundings.

"What is this place?" she asks, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Some kind of gothic-themed restaurant?"

You grin, shaking your head. "Nope. It's an escape room. And it's all for you, Wednesday. Happy early birthday."

Wednesday's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually stoic features. "An escape room? Seriously? You know I hate those tourist trap things."

You place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know, but this one is different. It's tailored specifically to your interests. Mysteries, puzzles, all that creepy stuff you love. Plus, it's just the two of us. No annoying strangers to deal with."

Wednesday narrows her eyes, studying you intently. "Okay, I'll bite. What's the catch? There's no way you'd actually think I'd enjoy some dumb escape room."

You can't help but smile at her skepticism. It's one of the things you love about Wednesday - her sharp mind and unwillingness to be fooled by empty gestures.

"No catch," you assure her, holding up your hands in a gesture of sincerity. "I know how much you love a good mystery, and I thought this would be a fun way to celebrate your birthday. Plus, I may have mentioned to the owners that you're a bit of an expert in this kind of thing. They're really excited to have you try it out."

Wednesday's expression softens slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her dark eyes. "They know about me? How?"

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "I may have dropped a few hints about your... unique skill set. But they were sworn to secrecy. This whole thing is just between us."

As you and Wednesday enter the dimly lit escape room, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. The space is decorated with an eerie attention to detail, filled with cryptic symbols, antique furniture, and a general atmosphere of macabre intrigue.

Wednesday's eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail with a keen curiosity. "Looks like they did their research," she murmurs, running a finger along the spine of an ancient-looking book resting on a nearby table.

You nod, grinning with pride. "I told you, I made sure it was the perfect fit for you. And trust me, the best part is yet to come."

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, but before she can respond, a low, ominous voice echoes through the room. "Welcome, dear guests," it intones, "to the Addams Family Escape Room Experience."

Wednesday's head snaps up, her eyes widening with surprise. "Wait, what?"

The voice continues, "In this immersive adventure, you'll navigate the twisted world of the Addams family, solving puzzles and unraveling secrets.”

The voice pauses dramatically before continuing, "Your objective is simple: escape the room before the clock strikes midnight, or risk being trapped forever in the Addams family's morbid mansion."

A sinister laugh echoes through the speakers, sending a shiver down your spine. Wednesday, meanwhile, seems entirely unfazed, her expression one of intense focus as she begins to examine the room more closely.

"Impressive," she admits grudgingly, running her fingers along the intricate carvings on a nearby bookshelf. "They've really captured the my family’s aesthetic."

Wednesday's eyes narrow as she takes in the details of the room, her mind already working to piece together the clues. The walls are adorned with eerie paintings and strange artifacts, each one seemingly hiding a hidden meaning or secret.

"Okay, let's start with the basics," Wednesday mutters, more to herself than to you. She begins to methodically search the room, her movements precise and purposeful.

As she works, you can't help but marvel at her incredible focus and deduction skills. It's like watching a predator stalk its prey, every action calculated and deliberate.

Wednesday pulls a dusty old book from the shelf, its pages yellowed and brittle. As she flips through the pages, her eyes widen. "Found something," she says, showing you a page filled with cryptic symbols and riddles.

You lean in closer, trying to decipher the message, but it's like reading a foreign language. "What does it say?" you ask, feeling a bit lost in the face of Wednesday's brilliance.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile as she traces her finger over the cryptic symbols. "It's a riddle," she explains, her voice low and conspiratorial. "A challenge, of sorts."

She reads the words aloud, her tone almost reverent:

"Seek the key that lies within

The heart of darkness, where the shadows begin."

Wednesday closes the book, her gaze sweeping the room once more. "Darkness, shadows... I wonder if that's literal or metaphorical."

She strides over to a large, ornate mirror hanging on the far wall. As she approaches, you notice a faint glow emanating from the frame, pulsing in time with some unseen heartbeat.

Wednesday reaches out, her fingers hovering just above the surface. "Interesting," she murmurs, her breath fogging the glass. "This could be it. The 'heart' of the room."

She turns to you, her eyes glinting with a newfound intensity. "I'm going to need you to do something for me," she says, her voice steady and commanding.

"I need you to stand behind me," Wednesday instructs, her voice low and authoritative. "And when I give the signal, I want you to push me against the mirror as hard as you can."

You blink, taken aback by her request. "What? Are you sure that's safe? I don't want to break it or hurt you."

Wednesday's eyes narrow, a hint of impatience flashing across her face. "Trust me, Y/N. I've done my research. This mirror is reinforced, designed to withstand pressure. It's part of the puzzle."

Still uncertain, you nevertheless comply, moving to stand behind her. Wednesday positions herself in front of the mirror, her stance wide and her muscles tensed. She nods once, a silent signal for you to proceed.

Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath your palms. With a grunt of effort, you push, propelling Wednesday forward into the mirror.

As Wednesday collides with the mirror, there's a blinding flash of light and a crackling sound, like electricity surging through the glass. For a moment, you're blinded, your vision swallowed by the brightness. But as the glow fades, you blink rapidly, trying to clear your eyes.

When your vision returns, Wednesday is gone. Vanished. In her place, the mirror reflects an image of a dark, shadowy hallway stretching into the distance.

For a heart-stopping moment, you're frozen in shock, your mind struggling to process what just happened. Then, as panic starts to set in, you hear a voice echoing down the hallway, distant but unmistakably Wednesday's.

"Y/N! I'm in here!"

You lean closer to the mirror, your breath fogging the glass as you peer into the shadowy depths. "Wednesday?" you call out, your voice sounding small and uncertain. "Where are you?"

There's a pause, and then Wednesday's voice returns, sounding strained and urgent. "I'm stuck, Y/N. I need you to follow me. Quickly!"

"Hurry, Y/N!" Wednesday calls out, her voice echoing strangely in the shadowy hallway beyond the mirror. "I think I found the key, but I can't get it out."

Your heart pounds as you lean closer to the mirror, your reflection staring back at you from the darkened glass. The image of the hallway wavers and shifts, as if the shadows themselves are alive and moving.

Taking a deep breath, you reach out and press your palm flat against the mirror's surface. The glass is cold and smooth beneath your fingers, but as you apply pressure, you feel it beginning to give way, like a door yielding to a firm push.

With a grunt of effort, you step forward, feeling the resistance of the mirror against your body. For a moment, it's as if you're being pressed between two planes of existence - the real world behind you, and the shadowy realm ahead. Then, with a final heave, you stumble through, tumbling into the darkness beyond.

You land on your hands and knees, the floor beneath you cold and damp. As you push yourself upright, you see Wednesday standing a few feet away.

She's standing in a shadowy corridor, her face illuminated by the faint, eerie glow emanating from the walls. Wednesday's eyes widen as she sees you emerge from the mirror, relief and urgency flashing across her features.

"Thank god you're here," she breathes, her voice trembling slightly. "I was starting to think I might be trapped in here forever."

You take a moment to orient yourself, taking in the strange, otherworldly environment surrounding you. The walls seem to pulse with an inner light, casting shifting shadows across the floor. The air is thick and heavy, carrying an unsettling scent of decay and old secrets.

"What is this place?" you whisper, your voice sounding too loud in the oppressive silence.

Wednesday shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the object clutched in her hand. "I'm not entirely sure," she admits, her tone uncharacteristically uncertain. "But I think it's part of the escape room's final challenge."

She holds out the object for you to see - a small, ornate key, its metal surface etched with strange, twisting symbols.

Wednesday holds the key up to the flickering light, examining its intricate design. "The inscription... it matches the symbols from the riddle in the book. I think this is what we've been searching for."

She glances around, her eyes scanning the shadowy corridor. "But there's no lock here. We need to find where this key belongs."

You nod, following Wednesday's gaze as she begins to move down the hallway, her steps cautious and deliberate. The walls seem to shift and sway as you pass, the air growing colder with each step.

Wednesday stops suddenly, her head tilting to the side as she listens to a distant sound. "Do you hear that?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the oppressive silence.

You strain your ears, trying to pick up on any noise. At first, there's nothing, but then you catch it - a faint, rhythmic thumping, like a heartbeat echoing through the darkness.

"It's coming from that way," Wednesday says, pointing down a side passage branching off from the main corridor. "We need to follow it."

As you and Wednesday move deeper into the shadowy realm behind the mirror, the atmosphere grows heavier and more oppressive with each step. The thumping sound grows louder, more insistent, echoing through the dark corridors like a macabre heartbeat.

Wednesday's brow furrows in concentration, her eyes scanning the walls for any clue or hidden passage. She moves with a predatory grace, her steps silent and purposeful as she navigates the twisting labyrinth.

Suddenly, she stops, her hand shooting out to grab your arm. "Look," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear.

You follow her gaze to where the wall seems to ripple and shift, like water disturbed by an unseen hand. As you watch, a shape begins to emerge from the shadows - the outline of a door, its surface covered in the same eerie symbols that adorn the key in Wednesday's hand.

Wednesday's grip on your arm tightens, her nails digging into your skin. "This is it," she breathes, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "The final challenge."

Wednesday's hand trembles slightly as she raises the key, the metal glinting in the eerie light emanating from the walls. With a deep breath, she fits the key into the lock, the symbols aligning with a satisfying click.

As the lock disengages, the door creaks open, revealing the room they’d started in.

"That was... impressive," she says, turning to face you. "I mean, it was still an escape room, but at least it had some real challenges. Whoever designed this clearly knows their stuff."

You step forward, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "You're welcome," you say, pulling the carefully wrapped package from behind your back. "Happy birthday, Wednesday."

Wednesday's eyes widen as she takes in the small, rectangular shape of the gift. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the smooth paper. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," you encourage, handing her the package.

Wednesday tears into the wrapping paper with gusto, revealing the pristine leather cover of the book underneath. Her eyes widen as she reads the title embossed in gold lettering: "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe.

"Is this...?" she breathes, running her fingers reverently over the ancient binding. "A first edition? Y/N… How much did you spend-“ She begins, ready to scold you.

“-I stole it.”

Wednesday's eyes snap up to meet yours, her expression a mix of shock and awe. "You... you stole this for me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an undercurrent of something else beneath the surface - something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"That's right," you confirm, stepping closer to her. "I knew how much you loved Poe, and I wanted to give you something truly special for your birthday. Something no one else could ever give you."

Wednesday's gaze drops back to the book, her fingers caressing the leather cover with a reverence that borders on obsessive. "This is... incredible," she murmurs, almost to herself. "I can't believe you'd go to such lengths for me."

You reach out, gently tilting her chin up to meet your eyes once more. "Of course I would," you say softly, your voice low and intimate. "You're worth it, Wednesday. More than worth it."

Wednesday's breath hitches as your fingers brush against her skin, her dark eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or ulterior motive. But all she sees is sincerity, and maybe something deeper - a longing that mirrors her own.

"Why?" she asks, her voice barely audible. "Why would you do this for me?"

You lean in closer, your lips nearly brushing against her ear. "Because I care about you, Wednesday," you murmur, your breath warm against her skin. "More than I've ever cared about anyone else. And I wanted to prove it to you, in a way that no one else could."

Wednesday's heart pounds in her chest, her body responding to your proximity in ways she didn't know were possible. She's always prided herself on her emotional detachment, her ability to remain unaffected by the whims and fancies of others. But with you, she feels herself crumbling, her carefully constructed walls beginning to fall away.

Wednesday's breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against her ear, your whispered confession sending a jolt of electricity through her body. For a moment, she's frozen, her mind reeling as she tries to process the intensity of the moment.

But then, slowly, she raises her hand, her fingers coming to rest gently against your chest. She can feel the steady thrum of your heartbeat beneath her palm, a reminder of the life and warmth that lies beneath your skin.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I don't know what to say."

You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, your eyes dark with desire and something deeper, more profound. "You don't have to say anything," you murmur, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Just let me show you."

And then, before she can react, you're leaning in, your lips capturing hers in a kiss that steals the breath from her lungs. Wednesday's eyes flutter closed, her body melting into yours as she surrenders to the sensation of your mouth moving against hers.

Wednesday's mind reels as the kiss deepens, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and feel of your lips against hers. She's kissed you before, of course - quick, furtive pecks stolen in the dark corners of school. But nothing like this. Nothing that makes her feel so alive, so utterly consumed by the other person.

Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair. Wednesday lets out a soft moan, her body arching into yours as her hands come up to grip your shoulders. She's never felt so wanted, so desired, and it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

For a long moment, Wednesday is lost in the sensation of your kiss, her mind going blank as she succumbs to the heat of your touch. But then, with a sudden surge of willpower, she pulls away, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

Wednesday's eyes snap open, her gaze locked with yours as she tries to regain her composure. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and she can feel a warmth spreading through her body that has nothing to do with the heat of the moment.

—

[archivegyu]

masterlist

between you, me, and this notebook

She swung her legs back and forth under the cafeteria table, her feet not quite reaching the floor. All around her, the other first graders were chattering about their weekend plans and trading snacks. At their table sat all her friends, thirteen boys who had adopted her into their group on the first day of school when they found her drawing stars on the playground by herself.

But her attention was fixed on the worn blue notebook sitting open between her lunch box and Mingyu's dinosaur-shaped nuggets. The Notebook of Dreams, he called it.

It had started three months ago, when Mrs. Park had asked them to draw what they wanted to be when they grew up. While the other kids had worked alone, she and her friends had huddled together, sharing ideas and colored pencils. That afternoon during recess, Mingyu had pulled out his mom's old notebook with stars on the cover.

"Let's write all our dreams in here" he'd suggested, "Then we can remember them forever and ever."

And so The Notebook of Dreams was born. They took turns taking it home, adding new wishes and dreams whenever they had them. Sometimes they were big dreams. Seungcheol wanted to be a famous singer, Jun wanted to be in movies, and Jihoon wanted to write songs that everyone in the world would sing. Sometimes they were smaller, Jeonghan dreamed of being blonde, and Hansol wanted to learn to skateboard without falling.

She flipped through the pages covered in wobbly handwriting and colorful drawings. There was her own entry from last week: "I want to be an astronaut and discover a new planet." Next to it, she'd drawn herself in a space suit with stars all around.

But today, she was staring at Mingyu's newest entry. In his messy handwriting, decorated with stickers, he had written: "I want to marry my best friend."

"Are you going to finish your apple slices?" Mingyu asked, plopping down beside her. His hair was sticking up on one side where he'd been napping during quiet time.

She pushed her apple slices toward him, her mind racing. Best friend? Who did he mean? Was it her? Or was it Wonwoo, who shared his love for building block towers? Or Seungkwan, who always made him laugh so hard milk came out his nose?

"Thanks!" Mingyu beamed, "Wanna play superheroes at recess?"

She nodded, but her thoughts stayed on the notebook entry. Throughout math lessons and story time (where Seokmin got the giggles so bad Mrs. Park had to pause the story), she kept wondering.

When the recess bell finally rang, all thirteen boys rushed for the door. She followed more slowly, watching as they spilled onto the playground. Mingyu immediately claimed the jungle gym as their superhero headquarters, with Chan, the youngest, appointed as lookout.

"You're being weird today," Mingyu said when she climbed up beside him. "Are you sick? My mom says there's a stomach bug going around."

"I'm not sick," she said, gathering her courage. "I just saw what you wrote in the notebook."

"Which part?" he asked, distracted by Seungkwan and Hansol who were pretending to be caught in an invisible force field below.

"The part about marrying your best friend."

Mingyu's cheeks turned pink, almost matching his superhero cape (really a red towel his mom had sewn clips onto). "Oh. That part."

"Who's your best friend?" she asked, heart thumping hard against her ribs.

Before Mingyu could answer, Joshua called up to them. "Hey! Aren't superheroes supposed to save people? We're being attacked by alien monsters!" He pointed to where Soonyoung and Jun were making scary faces and creeping toward the slide.

"Coming!" Mingyu shouted back. He turned to her with a serious expression. "We have to save them first. Best friends always help each other, right?"

For the rest of recess, they were too busy saving the playground from imaginary aliens to talk more about the notebook. But as they lined up to go back inside, Mingyu slipped his hand into hers.

"You're my best friend," he whispered. "Don't tell Wonwoo. He'll be sad."

Her heart felt like it might burst with happiness. "You're my best friend too" she whispered back.

"So we'll get married when we're grown-ups?" Mingyu asked, his expression completely serious despite the chocolate milk mustache on his upper lip.

"Only if I can still be an astronaut," she replied.

He nodded solemnly. "I'll be a chef and make you space food. And we can have a dog and thirteen cats, one named after each of us."

"That's a lot of cats."

"We need a big team. For adventures," he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

That afternoon, when Mrs. Park wasn't looking, she added a new entry to the notebook: "I want to marry my best friend too." Next to it, she drew two stick figures holding hands, one tall with spiky hair, and one with a space helmet.

On the bus ride home, all thirteen boys crowded into the back seats, making the bus driver sigh loudly. Mingyu saved her a spot next to the window, their favorite place to sit.

"I saw what you wrote," he whispered, while the others were busy with a heated debate about which superhero power was the best.

"You did?"

He nodded, that toothed smile making her feel warm inside. "Now it's a double dream. Those always come true."

"Says who?" she asked, nudging his shoulder with hers.

"Says everyone," he replied with the absolute certainty only a seven-year-old could muster. "And I wrote it down too, so it's super official. Like a pinky promise but better."

From across the aisle, Jeonghan spotted the notebook poking out of Mingyu's backpack. "Are you two writing secret messages again?"

"No!" they said in unison, which immediately made the other boys crowd around them.

"Let us see!" Seungkwan demanded, trying to grab the notebook.

Mingyu held it high above his head. "It's private!"

"There are no secrets in the friendship squad," Seungcheol declared, using his "leader voice" that made him sound like he was trying to be a grown-up.

After much squabbling, with the bus driver threatening to make them all sit in separate seats, Mingyu finally opened the notebook to a blank page.

"See? Nothing," he said, carefully hiding their marriage dreams with his hand.

Later, when the bus dropped them off at their stop and the group began to fragment as they headed to different houses, Mingyu and she lingered behind.

"Our dream is still a secret, right?" she asked.

"The best kind of secret," he agreed. "A someday secret."

As they reached the corner where they had to go separate ways, Mingyu surprised her by giving her a quick hug.

"See you tomorrow, best friend," he said, before running off toward his house, his backpack bouncing against his back.

She watched him go, feeling like she was filled with stars and moonbeams. In The Notebook of Dreams, they had written down a future together, and even though they were only seven, somehow that made it feel real.

That night, when her mom asked about her day at school, she simply smiled and said, "It was good. I'm going to marry Mingyu when we grow up."

Her mom laughed softly. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she replied confidently. "We wrote it in The Notebook of Dreams, so it has to come true."

The next morning, she found Mingyu waiting at their bus stop, The Notebook of Dreams clutched to his chest.

"I added something last night," he said excitedly, flipping to their marriage entries.

Underneath, in his best handwriting (which was still pretty messy), he'd written: "And we'll all stay friends forever and ever, even when we're a hundred years old." Around the words, he'd drawn all thirteen boys and her, holding hands in a circle with stars above them.

"It's perfect," she said, pulling a sparkly sticker from her pocket to place next to his drawing.

As the bus rumbled toward them and their friends began to gather at the stop, Mingyu carefully tucked the notebook away. But before joining the others, he leaned close and whispered, "Best friends now, best friends forever. It's the biggest dream of all."

And she knew, with the absolute certainty that came from having it written in The Notebook of Dreams, that it was a dream that would come true.

[cedarxwing]

Absolutely FERAL over the hannigram privacy room scene...

Will is SO disgusted with Hannibal. From his perspective, either:

a) Hannibal thinks Will and everyone else is stupid enough to believe the copycat killer murdered the bailiff.

b) Hannibal is playing dumb to screw Will over in his trial, ensuring he'll get the death penalty.

c) Hannibal killed the bailiff but didn't do it properly on purpose to sadistically dangle Will's freedom in front of him before snatching it away.

Meanwhile, Hannibal looks sooo pathetic. Sad wet cat can't fool Will the way he could in S1 anymore. Ugh, step on him, Will. Squash him like a bug.

Hannibal's doublespeak here is insane.

"I wanted to dispel your doubts once and for all." <- Obviously, Will's first thought is that Hannibal means, "I want you to believe I'm not the copycat killer." That's the biggest "doubt" Will has about him, after all. But that makes absolutely no sense in this context, because how does a copycat murder happening while Will is in prison help prove Hannibal's innocence? It's doesn't! The opposite, in fact!

So we get a beautiful "what the fuck" moment from Will as he tries to figure out what Hannibal could possibly mean. Is Hannibal admitting that he did kill the bailiff on Will's behalf? Or does he only mean that he wished the secret admirer could be mistaken for the copycat, so that Will won't doubt that Hannibal is trying to get him out of prison?

"I want you to believe in the best of me, Will. Just as I believe in the best of you." <- Line that makes me want to throw Hannibal in a washing machine on a high spin cycle, because how does he always string words together into perfect optical illusions? He sounds like he's still trying to convince Will that he's innocent, but he really means, "I want you to believe that I have the best intentions for you." And to a normal person, "believing in the best of Will" would mean believing in his innocence, but of course Hannibal means that he believes Will is really a killer deep down inside. UGH.

But this is the moment that really does it for me. When Will won't play along with the bailiff lie, Hannibal throws a TANTRUM. Looking away, fidgeting, complaining that Will's locked away in prison like he's a toy his parents put on a shelf too high for him to reach. This line omits some sentences from the script, boiling them down to this momentary emotional outburst:

He's goading Will, trying to get him to participate in the "alchemy of lies and truths." Whispering, "Jack and Alana are no better than Kade Prurnell, lying about your sanity because they think you did it. They don't want you to walk free like I do. I'm willing to say whatever (or kill whoever) it takes to get you out of here."

And it works. Will ends up dropping his insanity defense. Is he so sick of prison life that he's willing to risk death for a slim chance at freedom? Or does he trust that Hannibal will do anything keep him out of the electric chair? The night after his plea of not guilty is ruled invalid, alone in his cell, is Will anticipating his own execution or the judge's?

Bonus points for Hannibal's pretty pink paisley tie and matching plaid suit. Babygirl dolled himself up before visiting Will. 💕

[gingernut1314]

Could you write some luffy dating headcanons?🫶🫶🫶

Dating Luffy would Include...

Content: gender-neutral reader, more love bug Luffy, what I think dating Luffy would be like

Word Count: 700+

A/N: Umm....yesss!!! I'm always so down to write fluffy Luffy things!! If there are any specific dating escapades you'd like me to write about, just let me know! I hope you enjoy!

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Luffy would be the softest, most kind person you’d ever dated

This man is peppering you with kisses every chance he gets

Hugging you every chance he gets

He’s just always finding ways to touch you

He needs to touch you, it’s his love language obvi

If you’re across the ship or somewhere doing something without him, he’s gonna stretch his arm or leg so that he can hold your hand or wrap an ankle around yours

Has close lined about half the crew cause of this

In his need to be close to you, expect to carry him a lot

Cause he’d gonna latch onto your back like some weird backpack

He’ll nuzzle his face in your neck and kiss your skin and tell you all the butterfly-inducing things he thinks of you

Luffy’s gonna say he loves you first

He might even say it way before you two start dating

This guy just loves his friends--you guys are his family

But when you two start dating, you might have to explain that you love him in a different way than you love the crew

Luffy might take a few moments to think this over, but I believe this guy is super emotionally intelligent so he’d know the difference 

And he has no problem letting you know he loves you in this different way too

Be ready to be the first person Luffy’s bringing his strange show and tell things too

Whether it’s a stick or a rock or a very creepy crawly bug, he’s gonna shove it way too close to your face and explain with a big old bright smile on his face what it is and how cool it is

Sometimes he’ll find cool gems or treasures and gift them to you

Sometimes, while on an island, he’ll see something that you just need to have

Of course, this man doesn’t have a single berri to his name, but he’ll beg Zoro or Sanji to buy it for him

And if he’s truly desperate, he’ll brave asking Nami for money

He’ll brave anything for you

He’s gonna do anything to see you smile and hear you laugh

He’ll do bad impressions of the crew or tickle you or even draw you something

He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world 

And he is not shy when it comes to telling you that

He’ll grab hold of your cheeks and tell you over and over till you feel like you might explode from the sweetness of it all

Luffy loves food

He lives and breathes food

Because of this, food, in a none cooking sense, is one of his love languages

Because while he will not share with anyone

You’ll find him not stealing food off your plate once you two start dating

You’ll find him making sure you’ve eaten enough before he vacuums down the rest of the food laid out for you all

If there was something you really were looking forward to eating, and Luffy has it on his plate, he’s gonna let you have a piece

You might even ask Sanji to teach you to cook something simple so you could cook for Luffy

And though Sanji assures you Luffy would beg for boiling water and eat burnt to near charcoal foods, he’ll understand you want it to be nice

Luffy will be brought to tears when you present your meal or snack to him

And he’ll attack you in hugs and kisses 

He’ll insist you share the food you made

I think any nicknames he gives you are gonna be food-related

“You’re my little rice ball or meatball” 

Might get the occasional Sunshine from him, but he’s coming up with these nicknames on the fly

And there are definitely ones that are better than others, but they are cute all the same

Ever since you two started dating, there hasn’t been a single night you two didn’t sleep in the same hammock

There really was rarely a night you two didn’t sleep together before you made your relationship official

But it’s mandatory now

And you are more than happy to be wrapped up in his strong, stretchy arms

Say goodbye to blankets cause Luffy is your blanket now

[shadowxamyweek]

Where Does the Headcanon That Silver Is Shadow and Amy’s Kid Come From?

Much like Shadow calling Amy, 'Rose,' Silver being Shadow and Amy's kid is everywhere. If nothing else, he's often relegated to a distant descendant. When did we all agree though that this was just kinda a thing? To answer that, we're going to have to back up to Dragon Ball.

Sega has never hidden its love of Dragon Ball. Much of what is now Sonic Canon just started out as Sega artists and game designers delighting in some of the cool stuff Dragon Ball does, including but not limited to how the 7 chaos emeralds parallel the 7 dragon balls, and how Sonic's super form mirrors Goku's. This is important to keep in mind because there's another set of parallels that are being drawn when the, 'Silver is Shadow and Amy's kid,' headcanon comes into play. In Dragon Ball, there's an villain turned anti-hero/secondary protagonist called Vegeta and a very bubbly, very domineering woman named Bulma. The two get together and have a kid, named Trunks. Trunks ends up time traveling, specifically going back in time to prevent certain tragedies from happening. Aaaaand then once again, in Sonic, we have Shadow, being a villain turned anti-hero/secondary protagonist, and Amy, being a bubbly and domineering girl. We've also got Silver, who ends up time traveling, specifically going back in time to prevent certain tragedies from happening. *gestures loosely* People on Sega's payroll have noticed the parallels and commented on them as well. In 2008, on his Bumble King website, Ian Flynn answered some fan questions about the subject:

Later, in 2023, Flynn and his cohost Crouse over on the @bumblekast answered a question about this again:

(It's at 1:26:13, just in case I messed up the link) ---- TRANSCRIPT Crouse: Right, here's another question. This one is from ChaosSonic1. "This might kill this headcanon for others, but it always bugs me: people constantly consider Shadow and Amy as Silver's parents but that would be impossible due to two things. One, Shadow was in prison for 200 years. Thoughts?" ...That's only one thing but okay. [Laughter] Flynn: It is something that's come up because there were a lot of weird parallels, number one that silver was, you know, decidedly based on Trunks and I think it's quite obvious that Shadow is the kind of Vegeta of this group. It makes Amy default to the Bulma, which isn't really solid. I mean, if anything, Tails is the Bulma of the group, but you know there are no solid one to ones throughout the whole thing. You started trying to get too specific with it and falls apart. There was other stuff like-... something in Sonic and the Black Knight-... Amy was Nimune and Shadow was Lancelot and Silver was-... Galahad... Point being, within Autherial 1:27:40 within Arthurian, lore Silver's character was the child of Shadow and Amy's characters, which kind of made everyone go, 'beg pardon?' (Brief pause, this is slightly incorrect. Nimune is both the singular and plural name for water nymphs, one, or all of which, raised Lancelot. Galahad is *only* Lance's child. Again, like Dragon Ball, not a one to one, but enough to cock an eyebrow.) Flynn: There's also like the kind of vague mysticism around Amy and the fact that Silver can do Chaos Control so it's like, did he inherit Shadow's Chaos Control and his psychic powers from Amy? And it's all like extremely loose vague breadcrumbs that don't really so much make a line as they just are kind of scattered in the water for the ducks to eat so no, it doesn't really make any sense because like you said, in that timeline, Shadow was sealed away for like the duration and it's still 200 years. I don't think Amy was, you know, secretly carrying Shadow's love baby that long. That doesn't add up...- I mean, who knows. I mean, if that is your headcanon, if that's your ship, if that's how you want to connect the dots, go nuts. I'm not going to shoot it down.

Crouse: But there's also the whole thing, like time travel is a thing.

Flynn: Yeah.

Crouse: A lot of other things are things that could happen, like- [Laugh].

Flynn: And Amy's associated with Little Planet a lot, I get it, you can- you could put the pieces together that way if you wanted. I just don't think that's what Sega's doing with it.

Crouse: Well, no, but you know, who cares what Sega's doing except you I guess. You have to. Flynn: I do. It's part of my job.

Crouse: You have to care, but the rest of us now, we don't have to. Screw whatever Sega's doing, we can do whatever we want. My headcanon.

---- (This evidence I have to thank @shadamyheadcanons for. I remembered reading this ages ago, but couldn't remember *where*. She also provided the Bumblekast interview. ) I'm also going to point out, as many have before, that Sonic plays loose and fast with what Chaos Energy/Magic/Science/Whatever can and cannot do, including but not limited to time stuff as evidence in Sonic 06, where Silver debuted. I've also talked before that just because we see a future based off of the current events and trajectory of those events in 06, that does not mean that said-future is set in stone, and may very well change if the characters themselves make different decisions.

And that's *only* arguments for the headcanon that Silver is, in fact, their child. That doesn't include just how much more liberty there is in the headcanon that Silver is some distant relative, who's bloodline is intrinsically tied to Shadow and Amy. So yeah! That's where the headcanon comes from! It's moments like these that I can appreciate the lack of details in Sonic. That's not a thing I say very often, but in situations like these, it really allows for an open imagination of the different parts and pieces, and how they all fit together. Sonic is fun like that, and I love it for this reason <3

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I’m cackling at the idea of the bayverse boys going through the “baby’s first swear” moment 

Since the kiddos live in the sewer and all the turtles don’t seem like the type to swear around their kids (maybe Raph if especially angry) they would prolly end up learning it from Vern or Casey. 

Like just imagine any of the guys chilling with their kids, and then their little toddler son/daughter knocks over their juice cup and they just go “Shit” in their lil innocent kid voice with a grumpy pout, meanwhile their dads have snapped a wide eyed stare to them cuz WHERE did you hear that word?!- 

Obvs Leo would probably be the one who hates swearing the most and would be pretty angry in the moment but how would they all handle the aftermath? Like would they implement something sorta like a swear jar system? Would they just give their kids a warning? Interrogate their family to find out who taught their kid to swear?? The chaos that would follow sounds hilarious!

Your Kids’ First Swear Word (Fluff/Crack)

Children Series

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: I am Danish, and in Denmark, cursing is an important part of our culture. No beeping out curse words here! We say the shit fucking proud and fucking loud!🗣🇩🇰 Sure, we tell children that it’s bad, but we don’t care too much. Remember, the Danish versions of TMNT 1987 and 2003 had the turtles cursing. I learned a specific word for retard, because Shredder kept using it on Bebop and Rocksteady😂 But the turtles are American, and that is different, so here you go. Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warnings: Cursing lol.

Leonardo:

Romeo is 10, Marcello is 7, Gerardo is 4.

The children always loved when uncle Vern, uncle Casey and aunt April came to visit in the lair. Other than their mother and aunts, these were the only human connections the kids had.

Funnily enough, the children took a strong liking to Vern, always hanging around him whenever he came to visit, which was way less than Casey and April. But why did the kids like Vern so much? Maybe it was his strong reaction of confusion and slight annoyance when one of them came running, wanting some sort of attention from him. Especially Marcello, who found that if he tugged enough at Vern, the human would start muttering all sorts of strange words under his breath, almost like he was spitting them in the boy's direction.

The other kids took notice of this as well, especially Gerardo who started taking on his older brother’s habit of bugging Vern whenever he was around, just to hear the strange words that he would mumble. Words that Gerardo found absolutely hilarious, and would save in his memory for a lifetime. Because then he learned what those words meant… or sorta.

Vern, Casey and April was once again visiting the lair, coming to eat dinner with the large underground family. In these cases they all ate together in the living area, at a bunch of tables, all lined out in one liner continuation. It was here, in the middle of conversations and laughter, that Gerardo suddenly perked up out of nowhere, in a way that only made sense for a child his age.

“Uncle Vern taught me a word!”, he said proudly to you and Leo, as he suddenly remembered one of the words Vern had said last time he visited, kicking his feet under the table in excitement.

“And what is that word?”, you asked smiling, eyeing Marcello as he poured up a glass of water for Romeo, no indication in the slightest for what was about to come out of your sons mouth.

“Shitling!”, Gerardo yelled out proudly.

Silence fell over all the adults at the table, all while the children kept talking and yapping. You and Leo made wide eyed eye contact, before slowly turning your attention to Vern, who sat frozen with his fork halfway into his mouth.

Needless to say, but from that day, Vern really had to restrain his vocabulary whenever he was around the kids.

Raphael:

Joan is 11, Minerva is 7, Ragnar is 4.

With your husband’s foul mouth, one would not be blamed for believing that Raph had been living his whole life on a ship out in the big open ocean, instead of in the sewers below New York City. It had long gotten Raph into trouble with his own father, often being the reason he would find himself in the hashish. Yet he never seemed to learn from his punishments.

Even as you and Raph got together, his foul mouth would be going. Never because of you, no no, never you. You could never do anything wrong in Raph’s eyes. No, Raph would curse at pretty much anything else. His brothers annoyed him - curse. He was angry and needed to get his frustrations out with a good work out - curse. He accidentally burned himself when cooking - curse. He watched a game and either something good or something bad happened - curse. Raph was in a good mood, and he wanted to let you know just how happy he was - sweet words with curses for emphasis. In order words, cursing was just a part of Raphael’s natural vocabulary.

But when you and Raph started having children, your husband was forced to keep his colorful words for himself, only letting his curses fly when none of them was around, usually when they were in bed. But somehow, even when he kept a careful eye on who was around, your children managed to catch a few of those words.

It was just like any other day in the lair. Your children was playing in the living area, Minerva and Ragnar’s laughter ringing out loud from the couch while Joan watched them from the armchair, making sure that her little brother and little sister wouldn’t accidentally knock each other out in their little play fight. You and Raph sat just a small distance away, seeing your kids jump around, ready to intervene should something happen, when all of a sudden-.

“Asshole!”, Mini yelled out loud, causing her and Ragnar to laugh even louder.

You and Raph sat up straight, eyes wide in shock, not fully able to believe what you had just heard, when Ragnar piped up.

“Fuck face!”, he yelled, making Mini fall over on the couch, holding her stomach in laughter, almost falling off and onto the floor below. Ragnar, continuing the game he and his sister had going, stood up on the couch, his little form looking so adorable as he tried to square up. “Shit maggot!”

For a solid five minutes you and Raph sat in absolute shock, still processing what the two youngest of your angels had just blurted out. That was when Joan turned calmly towards the two of you, shrugging her shoulders.

“If you think this is bad, you should hear them when you’re not around”, she said, before turning her attention back on her siblings’ play fight.

After this you and Raph started keeping a sharp eye on your children’s vocabulary, and started cracking down harder on Raph’s own use of words.

Donatello:

Galileo is 12, Dorothy and Marie are 7.

For a long time, you and Donnie had had problems with Marie’s tendency to suddenly blurt out things. You could be sitting at the dining table with family and friends over, when Marie would all of a sudden turn towards Vern and ask; “why do you look like that?”

Vern would in turn look at Marie a little confused and ask; “look like what?”

“Like that”, Marie said, pointing at his face. “Ugly”.

Casey almost choked on his drink, and even Splinter fought not to smile. And it would have been slightly adorable, if it wasn’t for the fact that she did this quite often.

Marie didn’t say these things to be hurtful, no, she said these things because she was honest and curious. She never thought that the things that she said could be considered mean. She just wanted to know, and just like she had been taught; if you wanted to know something you would have to ask. That was something Donnie had taught her and her siblings, but never had he thought that it would lead to Marie being so blunt. So blunt that sometimes even her siblings were shocked.

But one this was being blunt, asking out of the blue questions that would take people aback, but never had Marie cursed. But that changed fast one day.

You, Donnie and your children were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast together, talking about whatever things families would talk about in the mornings. Dorothy was telling Donnie about her big plans for the day, aka, dress up, while Galileo told you about a new video game he wanted to play soon, when suddenly Marie perked up with a question that had been playing on her mind.

“Dad?”, she asked, leaving the spoon in her cereal.

“Yes, sweetheart. What is it?”, Donnie asked, happy to see that Marie was at least asking permission to ask a question, instead of just blurting it out in the open.

“There’s a word I don’t understand. Do you know it?”

“What word is it?”

“It’s actually more than one word”, Marie said.

“Is that so?”, Donnie asked. “What are they?”

“Shut the fuck up, shit face”, Marie said, looking up to the side, as if she was trying to remember the exact words as she spoke.

You and Donnie were shocked, staring at her with wide eyes. Dorothy was confused, looking back and forth between her parents and her sister. But not Gali. Instead he gasped, looking offended.

“I told you to get out when I was playing that video game!”, he gasped. “You snuck back in?!”

“You didn’t lock the door”, Marie shrugged, continuing to eat her cereal while you and Donnie was still trying to process what just happened.

Michelangelo:

Sunny is 4, Luis is around 1.

Your dear, sweet little bundle of sunshine, Sunny, was at that period of her life, where she would push boundaries, and say all the words she heard around her, just to get a reaction out of her family members, sometimes even yelling instead of actually speaking. She had also recently had her first real temper tantrum, which, thankfully was rare for Sunny, but sadly not the last to come in the next few years.

Sunny had recently taken to asking you or Mikey for food, only to bring it to the couch, and eat and play with it, causing her to spill everywhere, which you and Mikey obviously wasn’t too happy about, causing you and your husband to put in all efforts to get rid of her habit. That even meant that Mikey could no longer bring snacks to the couch, as that would totally undermine all that the two of you had been working for.

But that didn’t stop Sunny from trying, often ending in failure, which resulted in her first temper tantrum, screaming over the fact that she wasn’t allowed to bring her dino nuggets to the couch, but would have to eat them at a table. That didn’t fly by Sunny, what so ever, causing her to scream and cry for two whole hours, making Luis just as fussy by the sound. Oh, it was exhausting.

But that still didn’t stop Sunny from trying. No, in fact it made her attempts more elaborate, sometimes even taking you and Mikey by surprise.

It soon became a matter of principle for Sunny. It was no longer about her getting to eat on the couch, but simply the act of bringing food to the couch without you and Mikey noticing it. Chips from the cupboard, a pizza slice, a handful of popcorn and one time even a frozen chicken. But soon, Sunny came up with what she considered a genius idea - a cup of juice. If she could bring that to the couch, she would have won the battle. And so, Sunny asked you for a cup of juice while sitting at the dining table, drinking half of the cup, before slowly sliding off her chair, making her way toward the living area with her small cup of juice in her hands.

Here Mikey was sitting in the armchair, bottle feeding Luis. That was perfect for Sunny. With her father’s attention grabbed by her baby brother, there was nothing that could stop her. And so, she quickly and silently made her way towards the couch, her half filled juice cup in her hands.

Once at the couch, she placed the cup on the soft couch cushion, letting it whopple when she then began to climb up on the same cushion, when the cup suddenly tumbled over, spilling juice all over the couch. The exact thing her parents didn’t want to happen. And that was when a word graced Sunny’s lips. A word she had never used before, yet she had heard it being spoken around the lair in situations like this.

“Shit”.

That was when she caught the attention of Mikey, who stood from the armchair, still with Luis in his arms, seeing the mess Sunny had made, her small curse still ringing in his ear.

After that day, Sunny was no longer allowed to bring food into the living area, with each curse word he said from that day forward, resulting in a week without dino nuggets.

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

I love the way you write Logan, it's so comforting! Can't wait to see more of your work, it's lovely💗

Idk if this would be your thing so feel free to ignore obviously!

How do you think Logan's dynamic would be with a reader having intense intimacy issues, to the point where they struggle to even think about doing anything more than make out with him? I really haven't found any fic like that and I think that you would a concept like that more than justice

I do see him having some intimacy issues himself (traumatized wet cat💀)

this is so sweet, thank you so much! My brain immediately supplied a list of head canons, I hope that you enjoy <3

~ So I am thinking about Logan from the original trilogy for these in particular ~ He definitely has some intimacy issues, more so on the emotional intimacy side than physical intimacy ~That is, until he meets you. You're a professor at the school, and while he can tell you love the young mutants with a large part of your heart, you remain physically distant from them. When the Youngers ones reach for a hug, you meet them instead with a fist bump or a high five. Never cruel, but always setting your boundary. ~The first time you catch him noticing your habit, you expect him to roll his eyes, or hit you with a judgy side eye. Instead, he quirks his head and resumes what he had previously been doing. ~Eventually, the two of you start spending a lot more time together. He will nudge a cup of coffee your way, and ask after you when you have a headache. He never encroaches on your space, despite being quite touchy with the other faculty.

~You spend a week working up the courage to confront him about it, strategizing the best way to ask for the reassurance you want but have trouble asking for. You expect him to blow you off, but when you knock on his door, he ushers you inside and lets you choose where to sit in the room, choosing his seat to be close enough to show he is invested but far enough away for your comfort. It isn't even a conscious thought for him, it's natural. ~You fumble through your question, doing your best to explain your line of thinking, before eventually just spitting out "do you hate me?" ~He is so shocked that he doesn't know what to say for a few seconds, which only makes your anxiety feel worse. ~He takes a few seconds, collecting his thoughts, and then you can see the typical Logan smirk start sparkling in his eye again. "Sweetheart, it's a little hard to hate the person you're acting a fool over". Your eyes practically bug out of your skull, and he chuckles to himself. He is twitching in his seat, and you can tell he is trying his best to not gather you up in his arms. ~You extend a hand out to him, palm upturned. He takes it instantly. He raises your entwined hands halfway towards his mouth, before meeting your eyes and waiting for your reaction. ~You nod, holding your breath and he drops a kiss on the back of your hand, before adjusting so that he can kiss your palm as well. ~When he hears your heartbeat stutter, he is quick to hold your hand again, resting against his knee. He confirms that you feel the same way, insistent on getting verbal confirmation. Your face feels like it is on fire, but you reply in the affirmative. "We are going to take this as slow as you need. I... I care about you so much, and your comfort always comes before anything else." ~You feel a few tears well up, and he moves to wipe them away as they begin to fall. Again, he pauses before actually making contact with your face, waiting for your gentle nod. ~From that day on, you are even more attached at the hip than before. Logan loves knowing that you are with him for more than his body, and he is constantly making sure that you know how much he values you. ~Overall, I just imagine him being very sweet and understanding and taking it as slow as you need. He is protective of you when you meet new people, often coming in between you and others who are not as considerate as he thinks they should be. Definitely sends his protective instincts into a bit of an overdrive, but you also appreciate having the scary dog privilege when you are out in public as well. People are definitely giving you a wider berth than you are used to. You always feels safe and taken care of with him, which is exactly how he wants it to be

[starrihan]

Hello, I hope you're doing fine. I have a thought in my mind for several weeks... Threesome with Fuma and Nico 👉🏼👈🏻 God pls forgive me

Hello nonnie~ I’m doing great thank you!! How are you?? Your thoughts are beautiful cuz just imagining them both having their way with you 🤤 I've been thirsting HARD over Fumcholas like I need them to dominate me like this

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I feel like a threesome with these two would be the result of game night dares. Like they had already been planning this together and they just needed to somehow get you to agree. There’s always been tension in the group. Your friends are two hot, buff, gym bros that love to compete and they find you just as attractive and alluring.

So naturally there would be some sexual feelings in the air, especially with how bold Nicholas tends to be. With Fuma it’s more subtle glances and a stare that lingers a little too long. With Nicho, you’ll fully catch him staring at your chest or you find yourself staring at his biceps whenever he rolls his sleeves up. Like the best of both worlds.

You and Fuma would lose to Nicholas and he just smiles at you menacingly. You’d look towards Fuma who also has, while not so-menacingly, a huge smirk on his face. And you look between the both of them scared because they kinda look like they want to kill you.

“Of course you can say no, but me and Fuma hyung have been talking about this for a while now.”

You’re nervous as Nicholas looks at Fuma, letting him continue the thought.

“Wanna have a threesome with us?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head because did you hear that correctly? A threesome with the two hottest guys you know that just so happen to be your best friends? You bite your lip, having given it some thought before but never really thinking anything would ever happen. You were still nervous, they were your best friends after all, and you were about to tread a line that would blur that completely, even change the entire trajectory of the friendship. But you let your desires get the best of you, nodding your head in complete confidence.

“I would love to.”

The boys looked at each other, smiling victoriously as you stood up from your spot on the floor. You look between them awkwardly, not knowing who to go to first, lucky for you, the boys had this planned out beforehand. Nicholas having come up with the idea initially, decided to make the first move.

"You okay with kissing us?"

You answer his question by pulling him to you, lips moving against one another as Fuma walks over to the both of you, coming up behind you, groping your chest and kissing your neck. Already you're moaning into Nicho's mouth, one hand holding him and the other one holding one of Fuma's hands that were on your chest. Fuma lifts his leg up between your legs, placing his thigh right under your needy pussy. You instinctively grind down on him, needing to feel any form of relief. Nicholas releases your lips, bringing a hand under your chin and lifting it, smirking at the desperate look on your face and the way you're subtly grind your hips, watching as the saliva that was once connecting your lips slowly breaks away.

"Hold on."

Fuma pulls away, letting Nicholas assist you in taking your shirt off, nipples hardening as the cool air hits them. Fuma places one hand back on your right boob, squeezing and pinching your nipple between his fingers as the other hands snakes around your head, pulling you into a kiss with him. Nicholas chuckles, watching as you moan into his hyung's mouth, placing his hands on your bare waist and taking your left nipple into his mouth. He's rougher, biting and sucking your nipple harshly, fingers digging into your waist as he helps you get off of Fuma's thigh. You can feel Fuma's growing bulge on your back, leaning back some more and catching him off guard, not expecting you to brush up against him.

The harder Nicho pushes you down onto Fuma's thigh, the louder you moan, straight into Fuma's mouth, needing to pull away to catch your breath. He continues kissing your neck while you throw your head back, the pleasure building fast. Nicholas moves up to your neck as well, both boys mirroring each other almost perfectly, both kissing one side of your neck as their hands play with your breasts, making quick work of you.

"Fuck, guys... this is... even better than I've ever imagined..."

They almost miss what you say with how labored your breathing is, and the way they were lost in the taste of your skin, the remnants of your vanilla perfume oil sweet and intoxicating.

"I know you want to cum on my thigh, go ahead,"

You don't know if you were explicitly waiting for his permission, but his words have you cumming, panties soaking through your leggings and onto his pants.

"Holy shit that was hot."

Nicho comments, painfully hard against his own jeans.

"Lets go to your room, it'll be more comfortable."

Fuma removes his thigh from under you, Nicho's hold on your waist the only thing keeping you up as your leg tingles, making you lose your balance. He laughs, picking you up and bringing you to your room, Fuma following behind. He places you on the bed gently, removing his pants as you and Fuma do the same. You're sweating, still panting from your orgasm as you watch both men strip naked, Nicholas getting behind you on the bed while Fuma stands in from of you.

"Get comfortable for us, you're gonna need it."

Fuma says, jerking his dick off in front of your face as your mouth salivates, ready to take him in as Nicho all but manhandles you onto your stomach, pulling you onto his mouth.

"You ready baby?"

He hums against your lips, pushing his tongue past your folds as you moan, taking Fuma's length into your mouth. Nicholas laps at your wetness, drinking it in like he needs it to survive, tongue flicking your clit every so often and sending a spark running up your body each time. He lets you ride his face for a bit before closing his lips on your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, watching your back concave into the thick sheets as you hollow your mouth on Fuma's length, his hands in your hair, guiding your mouth along his length. Nicholas is rutting against the sheets, unable to still his hips as the sound of your sweet moans falls on his ears. Fuma lets moans and groans fall past his lips.

"You're doing so good for us, darling. You- fuck... you're so good with this little mouth of yours."

He runs a hand through your hair while the other holds your head still, thrusting down your throat now. You're trying your best to suppress your gagging, choking a little as his tip hits the back of your throat and then some, drooling spilling past your lips like a waterfall, finding it difficult to close your mouth as Nicholas keeps thrusting his tongue into your hole causing you to let out multiple whimpers and moans. The younger male pulls away first:

"I think she's ready. Please switch with me,"

He moves off of the bed, Fuma easing his cock out of your mouth slowly, your jaw going slack. He picks your head up, giving you a sensual kiss, dancing his tongue across your mouth. Nicholas, as impatient as he is, jerking himself off as you two take your time, tip red and angry and in desperate need of attention. Fuma finally pulls away, much to Nicholas's joy, taking his position behind you, rubbing the head against your slick folds. Nicholas crouches down to your level,

"You look so sexy baby, all fucked out already and no one's even fucked you yet-" he grabs your jaw sweetly, placing a soft kiss to your lips, one that was unlike the ones you shared before, "-I hope you're ready."

His left eyebrow quirks up as he nods, giving Fuma the go-ahead to start pushing into you. You inhale a sharp breath, nails digging into Nicholas's shoulders, the sting of him stretching you out mouth-watering. Nicholas takes your hands from his shoulders, placing them on his thigh as one hand goes to hold your head, the other on his dick. You open your mouth like its second nature, tongue out and ready to take his length in. He smirks, tapping his dick on your cheek and tongue, teasing you for being "our little fuck toy, ready without having to be told," as he rests his dick on your tongue.

Fuma begins thrusting into you, thrusting in hard, groping your ass as it jiggles with each thrust. Each hard thrust jerks you forward a bit, allowing Nicholas to relax as he places his hands behind his head, letting you set the pace with the aid of Fuma's thrusts. You pull him closer, needing him for stability to help you suck him off, but also to keep yourself from falling limp at the magnitude of Fuma's thrusts. He can't resist the urge, delivering a harsh smack to your ass as you groan, sending vibrations up Nicho's length. All of your moans and groans are jumbled, the air in the room becoming thick with the smell of sex and building orgasms.

You feel like you're suffocating in the best way possible, on the brink of cumming as you feel Fuma start to thrust slower, trying his best to hold on to the feeling of your walls sucking him back in.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last much longer..."

He releases himself inside of you, continuing his thrusts as you cum soon after. You wince as he pulls out of you, watching as a mix of your cum drips out of your wet hole.

"Fuck, Nicholas you gotta check this out."

He taps your cheeks, telling you to release his dick, knowing that you were barely comprehending what was going on right now, too blissed out. He walks over to where Fuma is now sitting back on the bed, admiring the way you hole pulses, watching how it sucks in the cum before pushing it out again.

"I think I need a turn now."

Fuma nods, helping you up. Nicholas sits back, legs open and spread, dick standing tall and erect. He holds you up, cowgirl, aligning you with his dick before easing you down, you throwing your head back at the feeling of being full yet again.

"F-fuck, Nicholas..."

You moan out as Fuma kneels between Nicholas's legs, placing a hand around your chest and the other on your neck, kissing up your back and shoulder blades as he sinks a particularly hard bite into your shoulder. Nicholas's hands are on your waist, helping you ride him as you have very little strength left in your body to do it fully by yourself. He coos,

"Is our little kitty too tired to ride me by herself?"

You nod, barely able to keep up with his pace. He shifts his position, laying flat on his back and planting his feet flat on the bed, drilling into you as he can feel his orgasm approaching quickly. You're screaming curses, Fuma's bites and light pressure on your neck straining your voice as he grinds himself on your back, still hard from before but sensitive enough to where the stimulation from grinding on you was all he needed to feel good, second orgasm steadily building.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm gonna cum. You can take it, right?"

He asks as if he wasn't gonna cum in you anyways, face scrunching up in pleasure as he releases his load, making sure to milk himself of every last drop. His actions, combined with Fuma's is too much for you, reaching a new level of bliss as you squirt, your fluids drenching Nicholas's pelvic and Fuma's thighs.

"FUCK! FUMA, NICHOLAS!!"

You scream their names out, loud enough for the neighbors to hear as your body goes limp, save for Fuma having such a tight grip on you. He continues rocking into you, cumming all over your back, grunting in your ear as he empties himself. You're panting hard, throat dry and jaw slack from all the sucking and screaming, Fuma breathing just as heavily against your neck. Nicholas watches as your squirt fluids slowly displace all three of your cum from your hole, waiting for you to be ready before pulling you off of him, laying you back on your bed.

You squirm, high from the non-stop orgasms but uncomfortably wet and sticky. The boys help clean up, Nicholas picking up all the dirty, discarding clothes and placing them in your hamper while Fuma grabs a cloth to clean you with, making sure to get your back as well. They bring you water as well, helping remove your sheets and throwing them in the wash.

You sigh, finally having recovered (sorta) from the intense orgasms. You watch as they work to clean up, smiling at the sentiment.

"Thank you for helping clean up. I really appreciate it."

"It's the least we can do after almost breaking you."

Fuma says, laughing as he goes through your closet, knowing you have some of his and Nicholas's stolen clothes lying around.

"You call that almost breaking me? Please, that was nothing."

You say, competitive nature taking ahold of you as you gradually sip at your water.

"Oh yeah? Think you could handle more? You could barely say out names by the end of it."

Nicholas's ears perk up, challenging your claim. But you don't back down.

"Try me."

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[jamj3lly]

strawberry ice cream

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

plot: beomgyu was an ordinary classmate at first. you never paid much attention to him and he always faded in the background until one day your childhood best friend kai decided to call you over for a sleepover for old time's sake. that was the start of you and beomgyu's relationship.

warnings: angst?, fluff, beomgyu is confused, strangers to friends to lovers, happy ending.

word count: 7.7k

a/n: umm hi guys this is my first post evaa so idk what to put heree. i hope u enjoy reading this!! if u find any mistakes, no u don't ^_^ anywayss can u tell i love strawberries and beomgyu :3 reblog if u want tyyy byebye :>

"come over tonight it'll be fun!!" your best friend kai whines as you try to ignore him by turning up the volume of your earphones. you have been friends with kai since as long as you can remember. you have seen each other's most embarrassing moments and stayed together through all of them. you had seen him at his lowest and he had seen you at yours, you were endlessly grateful for him but right now you wanted him to stop bugging you about whatever he was trying to drag you into. it's not like you were refusing to go, you were just beyond exhausted to respond to him right now.

"heyyy~ are you listening to me?" kai asks in a sing songy voice before yanking your source of music away.

"i was listening to that..." you said in a low voice, not exactly mad at him. "well you need to pay attention to me! come over tonight and I'll let you go back to your music session." kai pleads with you. he really did not have to ask you twice as you could never say no to him. despite being the same age, you had always treated kai as a younger brother. he had that aura and that vibe that made you want to baby him. and he knew how to take full advantage of that.

"alright i'll come, but only if you promise to buy strawberry ice cream for me."

"awesome!!" I'll see you tonight at 8!" kai exclaimed excitedly before swinging his bag over his shoulder and running out of the classroom. you sat there in silence for a few minutes before finally deciding to go home and get ready for the sleepover. you gathered your things and shoved them into your bag before making your way out of the classroom. it was around 6 pm if you had to guess. the sun had not yet set. the warming orange rays mixed with the beautiful blue hues of the sky seemed as if they were taking part in an intimate dance. you soaked in the july heat and felt the wind travel through your hair. it felt nice to stop and just stand for a while until your moment of silence was interrupted by a small sob.

naturally, you gravitated to where the voice came from. you even wondered if it might have been a ghost but that thought was quickly out of question as you saw a girl standing in front of a boy. you quickly seemed to grasp the situation as you heard the girl say something along the lines of "am i not good enough for you?" between her sobs. the boy tried to frantically reassure her but she paid no mind to him as she landed a small punch to the male's chest and ran away.

you decided to not bring much attention to yourself and quickly slip away from the scene as to not embarrass the boy any further. as you were about to pass the boy, you looked up at his face. he was tall but not by much. you just had to slightly lift up your head to make eye contact with him. his eyes were a light chocolate, almost hazel. they were so deep that you felt you would be hypnotized by them had you stared at him any longer. his hair was sleek and shiny but just fluffy enough to make his head look like a perfect circle. his skin had a honey glow to it which made you question if he was even real. his lips were perfectly pink and plump with a slight shine to them. his shoulders were perfectly broad and his uniform fit him like a glove, hugging his slender physique just right. you recognized the boy as choi beomgyu. he was in the same class as you but you had never interacted with him before. it had always felt like you guys were from different worlds which resulted in the both of you never crossing each other's paths.

you quickly slipped away and walked out of the door. music blasting in your ears but your mind was at an entirely different place. "when did beomgyu get so pretty.." you immediately mentally curse yourself upon getting that thought. you shook it off and headed back home.

"im hereee" you say in a cheerful tone as you lean forward to hug your best friend. "thanks for coming i really missed you, you know?" kai chirps happily. the two of you make your way to his living room, you know the place like the back of your hand now. you take in the familiar band posters hanging from the walls, the guitar and bass in the corner opposite to a mountain of plushies which is nearly nothing compared to the ones in his room. the dorm has a nice homey and welcoming vibe which you missed dearly. you take your favourite chiikawa plush from the pile and make your way to the couch before fiddling with the remote. kai follows soon after.

"do you have my ice cream?" you ask kai, eyes still glued to the tv while browsing. "oh shit" im so sorry y/n I'll get to it right now!!" kai says frantically but you just laugh, you kind of expected him to forget it.

"scatterbrained" you remark, just above a whisper.

"i heard that you know" you hear the pout in kai's voice and just laugh.

after ordering for you, kai joins you on the couch again and looks at the screen which is now playing an anime you both swore to not watch individually.

barely 5 minutes pass by when kai gets up to leave for the restroom.

ding dong

you were startled by the sudden noise but quickly got up and started walking towards the door. "wow this place does deliveries super fast" you remember thinking to yourself as you open the door.

standing on the other side of the door, dripping wet was someone you could never imagine. choi beomgyu. what was he doing here? did he know kai? how long had it been raining for him to be completely drenched like that? was he the delivery guy? these questions suddenly fizzle out as you hear kai's voice from the back cheerfully telling beomgyu to come in.

"wow you look great" kai remarks slyly while handing beomgyu a towel.

"shut up man" beomgyu replies with his honey laced voice.

you sit awkwardly at the edge of the couch, your body facing both the boys directly but your eyes refused to look up. you suddenly felt very conscious of yourself and clumsily attempted to fix your hair. of course you never paid attention to what you looked like when you were around kai but beomgyu made you fidgety. you weren't quite sure why.

"this is y/n, she's been my best friend for 18 years" kai's voice snaps you out of your daze as you look at him and try to say something before beomgyu cuts you off.

"yeah I know, we're in the same class."

"really?? y/n why didn't you ever tell me!!" kai exclaims.

"well you never told me you knew beomgyu" you say flatly as he accepts defeat.

the three of you chat for a while the when the doorbell urges you to get up again. this time it's the delivery guy. you thank him and make your way to the kitchen, happily smiling to yourself. you take three sets of bowls and spoons from the cabinet and bring them back to the table where you start dividing the ice cream into three parts.

"oh wait right here, I'll get you a change of clothes." kai says as he quickly disappears into his room.

you mentally curse kai for leaving you alone with beomgyu. you quietly gave beomgyu's portion to him. "do you like strawberry ice cream?" you ask. "mhm! it's my favourite. i love strawberry flavoured things." beomgyu replies with a slight smile, his voice now a bit more high pitched and kind of cute. "no way me too!! i love strawberries!" you say enthusiastically as you dig in your bowl.

a few moments pass by with the only sound being the spoon scraping the surface of the bowl when beomgyu begins in a low voice.

"hey um. i know you saw me today. with that girl." he starts but his tone is not accusatory, it's almost as if he's making sure that he's not in the wrong. your nod gives him a clear as he continues. "well i didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea and make me the bad guy. she confessed to me and i apologetically turned her down. that's all it was, i wasn't trying to hurt her or anything." he finishes with an exhale as if he just finished running marathon.

what a nice guy... you thought to yourself before saying "i see! to a passerby though it would seem like you just dumped that girl out of spite, the way she was yelling at you" you said jokingly but to your surprise, beomgyu got defensive. " i would never do that! i would never dump my girlfriend.. if i had one.." his voice trails off while saying the last bit which you found so ridiculously adorable. "hahaha im only joking but that's very nice of you to say. i can tell you're really considerate of others' feelings" you say with a smile and beomgyu becomes a blushing mess.

"okayyy here's your change of clothes" kai announces as he enters the area and the two of you immediately straighten up. beomgyu thanks kai and quickly heads to the bathroom.

"why are you all smiley?" kai questions with interest. "i am not." you say defensively as you get up to go to the kitchen. "ooo~ does someone have a little crush~" kai coos while pointing finger guns at you to which you respond to by kicking him in the shin. "he's a nice guy. don't worry I can vouch for him. he's a really good guy." kai says while shoving a spoonful in his mouth.

"so annoying..." you whisper as you head to the room to sleep and call it a night.

you woke up to the soft noise of music coming from the kitchen. you made your way downstairs with half open eyes and flopped onto the couch with a thud.

"morning, you want some breakfast?" you shook your head no to kai's question and buried your face in the pillows.

"huh?" kai says confused.

"i said.." you push yourself to sit up straight and face kai "how do you know beomgyu?" you ask quietly.

" ooo so you do have a cru-" smack

kai's sentence is cut by the pillow that meets his face. "no I don't like him I'm just curious since you guys are in different classes and all." you add quickly before he could say anything else.

"well he plays the guitar too. just like me. so I met him in the music room. we share the same music taste so we became friends quickly. he's really good at playing let me tell you that. he's more into indie as compared to metal. i think it's been around 2 years since I've been friends with beomgyu." kai finishes and goes back to eating his egg rolls.

you just listen to him quietly and flop on the couch again. he plays guitar huh you think to yourself. you had a history with guitar players. your ex also played the guitar. you just loved the instrument so much but were never able to learn it due to your god forbidden hand eye coordination. of course you tried learning it several times but you just gave up. you sometimes wondered if you ever even liked your ex or was it just because of the guitar. with that last thought, you drift to sleep again.

once you wake up, it's around 7 pm. you groggily get up and pack your stuff before thanking kai and promising him to come over more often. you headed back to your apartment. the walk to your apartment was not much, just a mere 15 minutes so you took your time and slowly headed back. the air was much cooler now as compared to before in the day. you looked up at the clear night sky and noticed the stars that shone brightly. you had always been a big fan of the night sky, loving the solitude and the peace you felt everytime you stared up at the endless sky. as you kept walking with your eyes fixed upwards, you bumped into someone?

"owww, im so sorry i didn't see you there, im sorry" you start while rubbing your forehead where it hurt. as you kept rubbing your forehead, you heard a sound from the person you just collided with. they were laughing? who in their right mind would laugh after bumping into someone.

"hi y/n" you immediately look up and see beomgyu as he is still giggling.

"oh hi beomgyu, sorry I didn't see you there" you said, still a bit dazed from the hurt and the shock.

"haha no worries, im partially at fault too" he says kindly and gives you a sweet smile which does something to your stomach because it growls embarrassingly loudly.

wow this is just great.. you mentally curse yourself as you hear beomgyu laughing. when he's had his fair share of giggles, he calms down and looks at you with his perfect big round eyes.

"you want some ice cream? it's strawberry." he smiles as you immediately nod your head and take the pack from his hands.

the two of you take a walk in a nearby park as you eat your dessert and talk about anything that comes to mind. "why do you like strawberry so much?" beomgyu asks curiously to which you respond by saying "oh, this one time when i was little, i was playing by the swings when i took a harsh fall. my knee was banged up pretty badly and as any normal kid, all that made sense to me was to cry as loudly as possible. a whole crowd gathered upon hearing my cries. there was this one lady who took me in her arms and took me to her house to be treated. she bandaged my knee and gave me medicine. the medicine was strawberry flavoured and I remember it being the best thing I had ever tasted. that lady was kai's mom and since then we have been best friends. I've also loved strawberries since then I guess." you finish with a light laugh as you take a bite out of your ice cream. its a flavour that always brings sweet memories, always associated with the nicest things that have happened to you.

"that's a cute little story." beomgyu remarks as he smiles at you. "what about your own parents though? were they not at the park with you at the time?" he asks out of curiosity.

"nah they've never really been a part of my life ever. i was pretty young when they left me with my grandmother so I don't know anything about them." you say on a light note but seeing beomgyu's expression makes you regret telling him. he looks like a puppy who was just refused his favourite treat. his big eyes start shining brightly and his mouth turns into a slight sad frown. you quickly reassure him that it's really nothing and it doesn't bother you at all but he keeps on apologizing.

"if you don't stop apologizing I'll get up and walk away right now" you say in a fake stern voice which finally gets him to stop. you smile at him and tell him that it's not his fault and you don't feel uncomfortable at all. he feels calm again and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. after walking for a while you look at your watch which showed 8:30 pm.

"do you want me to drop you at your apartment?" beomgyu asks as you start getting ready to leave.

"nope, it's fine, i got it from here. thanks for today beomgyu, the next treat is on me." you say with a smile as you turn around and start walking.

"wait!" you turn around at the voice and see beomgyu just inches away from you. he suddenly backs up and clears his throat. " do you want to put in your number so that we can fix a date for your treat?" he nudges his phone forward, a sudden confidence in his voice which positively surprises you a bit. you take his phone from his hands and punch in your number silently.

"see you soon! bye bye" he says as he turns around and starts walking.

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"bro why are you all red? did you run here or something?" kai asks as beomgyu kept uncontrollably blushing.

the next time you see beomgyu is at school. you see him talking to some of his friends who you recognize as soobin, yeonjun and taehyun. trying not to look like an obsessive stalker by staring holes into his back, you plug in your earphones and walk out the classroom to get some fresh air on the rooftop.

"sup." kai's voice makes you turn back as he engulfs you in a hug. "i dont see you here often, is everything okay?" you ask kai while removing your earphones and beckoning him to sit next to you. "everything's fine i just had a free period so I thought I'd find you here" you smile at him.

"so about beom-" "don't even start" you cut him off quickly as you poked his pout. "but come onnnn you guys are perfect for each other i dont know why you don't like him." kai whines which causes you to roll your eyes. " i never said i didn't like him.. it's just too soon. i mean c'mon kai I've known him only for a day and you want me to date him? i need to know more about him first to fall for him so that I can cherish him for who he is. i dont want to date someone for superficial reasons anymore." you finish with a sigh. kai raises a knowing eyebrow and said " well then go on a date and spend time with him." "yeah no shit sherlock" you said sarcastically which earned you a light punch to the shoulder. "i do want to go on a date with him but I don't want to make the first move yet. i need to make sure he's not interested in someone else at the moment or else making a move on him would be selfish." you finish and look at kai who has his mouth hung open. "wow... when did my little girl grow up to be so mature.." he says as he catches you in a hug while fake crying. "im seriously gonna punch you." you say as you struggle to push him off.

"well good luck y/n I know you're not afraid to make a move but come to me if you ever need any advice or a shoulder to lean on. im really rooting for you." kai says as he gets up and gets ready to leave.

"yeah thanks kai" you say quietly as you sit in the open area for some while.

"here's those pink lilies you asked for sir, that will be 25,000 won, thank you, come again!"

"busy day huh y/n? come inside for a drink it's hot anyways." your boss, a nice lady in her 40s running a very successful floral shop, urges you.

"it's okay mrs. park! i can handle it, don't worry and leave the shop in my care!" you exclaim as you make your way to water some fresh roses and tend to the big batch of sunflowers you just got in. you were peacefully doing your work when a notification distracts you. you take your phone out of your pocket and your heart skips a beat when you read the sender's name. beomgyu. he finally texted with a little "hey :)" you try to come up with a perfect reply, trying not to sound too desperate or completely uninterested. the next message comes in a few seconds later and you cannot contain your excitement as your cheeks lift up the furthest they have ever been. beomgyu just asked you out on a date.

"mrs. park! can i get saturday off?" you asked urgently

"of course you can dear, got a date with your boyfriend I assume?"

"just a friend!"

"haha yeah yeah, a friend." she laughed knowingly and went away.

well not technically a date, he just reminded you of your due treat and fixed a date for it. saturday. the upcoming saturday, which was only 3 days away. the rest of the shift was just you trying to contain your happiness as you finished up at around 6 pm and quickly headed home.

once you were finally home, you hopped in the bath and started mentally going through your closet and deciding on clothing options that you could wear. you were really excited to see him on a day off. maybe you had fallen for him earlier than you planned.

the next three days seemed to pass by as quickly as the wind. you and beomgyu greeted each other in the class and hallways and always passed a shy smile to each other whenever you made eye contact. you had a feeling that his friends were onto you both but they never said anything except wiggle their eyebrows playfully at him as he blushed.

kai on the other hand acted completely opposite. when you told him that you were meeting beomgyu, he had the biggest reaction. he was so happy for you that he promised you that he would come over on saturday to 'calm your nerves.'

so there he was, looking at you, hand dramatically over his mouth as you gave him a 360 spin.

"y/n.. you finally look like a girl!" he exclaimed with joy.

"are you trying to be funny? cuz it's not working." you said flatly as you looked at yourself in the mirror. staring back at you was a girl dressed in a pair of denim blue wide legged jeans, paired with a white crop top which had a little strawberry printed on it. hair in twin pigtails and a small strawberry pin securing the bangs in a way that they fell naturally. you felt pretty good about yourself as you took one last look in the mirror and headed out, saying bye to kai.

the two of you had decided to meet at a nearby cafe. the cafe was usually quiet as not many people frequented it in your already small town. you walk to your destination. as you enter the cafe, you notice it's white wallpaper which was adorned with pastel pink and blue doodles all over. the place was small but welcoming, this is the kind of vibe you liked. you walked in a few steps and turned to the right to find a seat for the two of you when your eyes landed on a circle head full of hair. the plaid shirt outlining his broad shoulders. you quickly recognised it as beomgyu and walked towards him.

"room for one more?" you say in a playful voice as he whips his head around to meet your eyes and flash the prettiest smile you had ever seen. wow this is really not good for your heart.

"always one for you" beomgyu reciprocates your tone as he urges you to take a seat. you sit across him as you settle down in the seat. you look at beomgyu who is wearing a white loose fit t shirt paired with a blue denim and a plaid shirt. his hair was also a bit longer since the last time you had seen him. if you were delusional enough you would go as far as saying the two of you were matching. before your fantasies ran wild, beomgyu's voice fills your ears.

"you look pretty." he says with a big smile, completely oblivious to the way your heart just skipped a beat.

"thanks. you too. i love your hair today." you say in a hushed voice as you feel yourself burning up.

"you think so? im thinking of trying to grow it out and try longer hair." beomgyu says while touching the ends of his hair.

"it would suit you. you have a face that would suit longer hair." wow, what happened to using your inner voice, you immediately froze up but beomgyu blushed at the remark, replying with a slight "mhm".

the rest of the date went on smoothly as you and beomgyu bonded over the same interests and gave input back and forth. you joked about school, teachers and even some students, all in light fun.

"oh right. kai told me that you play the guitar as well?" you ask beomgyu.

"that's right. i started playing 4 years ago, i would say I'm pretty good at it." beomgyu toots with a sign of playful arrogance.

"i dont doubt that. I've always tried learning guitar but I end up failing every single time. I really do love the instrument but I think I'm only meant to listen to it." you sigh.

"i can teach you." beomgyu says almost immediately. you look at him intently as he continues. "i will teach you how to play guitar, we will start with the basic stuff first so it's easier for you to grasp. every time you play correctly, I'll buy you strawberry ice cream. how does that sound?" you weren't about to say no to beomgyu either way but that last part made you immediately agree. beomgyu chuckled at your eagerness as you two promised to set a date via text.

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"thank you! come again!" the barista exclaimed as the two of you left the cafe.

"why didn't you let me pay? you said it was my treat today!" you protest against beomgyu who just gives you a smile.

"do you really think I met up with you today just for you to treat me? that was an excuse, I just wanted to talk to you and meet you on our day off." beomgyu says as he walks in front of you. your cheeks that were already a light shade of red turned even redder at this comment as you caught up to him. the two of you walked till your apartment.

"do you really live all alone?" beomgyu questions as the two of you walk together, a bit closer now. "yup, I've been living alone since I was 14. i told you right that my parents left me in my grandmother's care, well old people can only live so long." you trail off mindlessly but beomgyu stops at the spot. you turn around to see why he stopped but to your surprise, beomgyu's arms cage you in a hug. you freeze at his action as your face rests on his shoulder and you feel your body getting hot. you would be surprised if beomgyu hadn't been able to listen to your heart that was beating out of your chest right now. before you could say anything, he lets go of you. you were a little disappointed as the hug went as quickly as it came. "i hope I can be someone you can talk to when things get hard." beomgyu says quietly, his cheeks equally as red as the tip of his ears got redder by the second. "you already are that someone. don't worry beomgyu, i trust you." you say reassuringly as a smile spreads on your face. "thanks for dropping me off i had so much fun today." you chirp as you get ready to go inside.

"me too. i would love to do this again sometime. see you at school." beomgyu waves at you as you watch his figure disappear into the dark.

"woww you guys should date already." kai teases as you sit in the school cafeteria, drinking strawberry milk. you had told kai about all that happened on your little date with beomgyu and now he won't shut up about it. honestly you weren't bothered by it. you really did feel yourself falling more and more for beomgyu every time you saw him. you thought of confessing but it felt too soon. you were just stuck with your feelings for now.

"i mean yeah but I don't know yet.." you trail off as you take another sip of your beverage. the bell sends you both to your respective classes. the day passed quickly and it was the last period. you noticed beomgyu look at you and mouth something which you were unable to detect. he turns around and writes it on a piece of paper which is passed to you by the girl sitting on your immediate right.

meet me on the rooftop after this class ends :)

your heart skips a beat at this as you give him a confirmation nod.

as soon as class ends, you hurry up to the rooftop, texting kai that he would have to go home alone today. you reached the rooftop and took in the fresh air so that you could calm down.

the sound of the door knob turning made you turn around as you greet beomgyu with a smile.

"hey there" he says as he joins you at the end of the railing, looking over the whole school ground.

"hi, how have you been?" you ask him as you move a piece of hair out of your face.

"good. i thought about my promise and I think it's time for you to start learning guitar" he says in a fake matter-of-fact voice.

"oh my god really? are you sure? you have the time to teach me? im so excited!!" you exclaim almost immediately and beomgyu giggles at your eagerness.

"yeah I would like to start as soon as possible. how does next sunday at my house sound?" he asks.

"perfect! i would love that!" you squeal as you can't seem to contain your excitement.

"great. I'll text you the details." beomgyu says while releasing a sigh of relief.

"you're going to his house this sunday???!! oh my god you should just be his girlfriend." kai exclaims as you blush at his words. you were at kai's house for a sleepover on a weekday since you had the next day off from school because of an event you could not care about. the two of you talked over food and watched anime. being with kai always made you calm and you were really thankful towards him. you don't know what time it was but it was way past midnight and your eyes started becoming heavier by the second. kai seemed to notice this and said "go sleep in the room or you'll catch a cold." "ugh I won't.. im fine here.." you said sleepily.

"if you catch a cold you won't be able to see beomgyu this sunday." kai said slyly and that was enough for you to immediately spring up to your feet and head to the room. this made kai giggle as he said something along the lines of "so down bad" but you were too sleepy to care.

the week rolled out lazily and sunday arrived. you had woken up early to get a head start. you were going to beomgyu's house today and to say that you were nervous was an understatement. from the moment you woke up right to when you got dressed, your mind kept playing all the possible scenarios. you decided to wear a pair of light brown shorts and a baby pink tank top which had a cat print on it. you took your favourite shoulder bag to go with it and wore a pair of matching brown loafers. your hair was put up in a high ponytail. you stared at your reflection in the mirror for over an hour. were you over dressed? did you even look good in this outfit? what if he thought it was too much? all these questions kept running in your mind when a sudden ding made you jerk in its direction.

you look good in the outfit you chose. don't worry idiot, you're going to be late :P

it was from kai. he knew how to assure you. you calmed down, took a deep breath and left for beomgyu's place.

the walk was not much. 10 minutes at most. you were now relatively calmer as you pressed his doorbell.

there he was. choi beomgyu. looking as beautiful as ever with his hair now even longer, his smile somehow more radiant than ever. he wore a casual black t shirt with grey sweat pants. you greeted him and stepped inside. beomgyu's place was very fitting for his character. the lights were dim, brown wallpaper covered the entire place which made it seem antique and precious. beomgyu beckoned you to sit on the couch and you hesitantly agreed.

"was my place hard to find?" beomgyu asks while serving you water.

"not at all, we live a lot closer than expected." you say thanking him and taking a sip from the glass.

"im glad you came today. im excited for our lesson." he chimed.

"i should be the one saying that." you chuckled. good, the atmosphere between the two of you was good.

"let's go to my room then? i have all my stuff there." beomgyu stood up and waited for you.

once you entered his room, it was a completely different world. the walls were brown, like the rest of the house but his guitars, amps and chords covered the whole place. he even had an LP player on his bed side table along with some indie albums. he had band posters that adorned his bedside walls, polaroids hanging from the tapestry and guitar pick kept in the open. the thing that grabbed your attention the most was the brown bear plush that was kept on his bed. you immediately went to touch it and beomgyu smiled at your actions.

"he's so cute!" you cooed as you picked the bear up in your hands.

"thanks, my mom said he looks like me." beomgyu joked but you just nodded in agreement. "well let's get started."

you watch beomgyu pick up one of his acoustic guitars and position it on his thigh. you settle beside him on his bed and he starts strumming a melody.

"wow i like that song! what is it?" you question, clearly intrigued.

"it's not a song, it's just something i made up." your eyes widen at the shy confession as you praise him.

"okay I'll show you the most important chord first. this is g major, it is used in almost every song so if you know how to play it, you can easily work your way around a song, you just have to figure the strumming pattern." beomgyu says while showing you how to play it. "okay, now you try." he hands you the guitar and you awkwardly put your hands on its neck. you try to mirror his fingers but fail miserably. beomgyu takes your hand and adjusts it on the chords. the sudden contact makes you twitch. he doesn't let go of your hand as you strum lightly, producing a somewhat acceptable sound. your heart was beating uncontrollably as beomgyu kept his hand on yours and guided you through every chord.

"that was pretty good! i think you have a talent for playing." beomgyu chirps. "or maybe I just have the best teacher~" you tease positively but he turns completely red. he's really bad at accepting compliments.. you think to yourself.

half an hour passes by and you genuinely seem to be learning guitar for the first time. you're having fun with beomgyu as the two of you laugh at your mistakes and correct them together. you frown slightly as beomgyu leaves your side and stands up.

"as promised, i have something for you." he says as he runs out of the room to the kitchen and brings you your reward.

"you remembered..." you say slowly as you look at him. "of course i remembered, i know how much you love strawberry ice cream." beomgyu hands you a bowl and happily digs in his own. you take the bowl and happily eat the cold dessert.

you looked at beomgyu as he kept going on about something about songs and guitar but you were too distracted by his lips. his lips were plump and coated with a light pink from the ice cream. you couldn't help but stare at them. how could someone be so pretty. you couldn't stop looking at him. before you could register what was happening, your body started moving on it's own as you inched closer to beomgyu, your face now mere centimetres away from his. beomgyu seemed to notice this and he froze. you look into his eyes for any sign of hesitation but you find none. as you inched a little bit more towards him, your lips almost about to meet, beomgyu does the unexpected. he pulls away.

what?

you immediately jump back as you try to grasp the situation. he pulled away? why? did you read the situation wrong? did he not like you? what was going on? maybe he had a girlfriend? maybe you made him uncomfortable? why did he pull awa-

"im sorry."

those two words were enough for you to get up and make your way out of the house.

"kai I told you I'm fine now, you don't need to cancel your hangout with your friends for me." you say lazily as kai has again taken the liberty to come to your house for the third time in a row. of course you had gone straight to kai crying on sunday. you admit that it was selfish of you to do that but that was the only thing that made sense to you at the time. he had comforted you for as long as you needed, no questions asked. you told him everything that happened that day and he quietly listened before comforting you again.

that was three days ago. you were more or less fine now and you felt bad for kai as he had to cancel his plans to make sure you were okay. you did not want to kill his social life. beomgyu, as expected, had not contacted you since your last encounter. you were kind of grateful to him for that but you also felt like you deserved some closure.

"I told you it's not about me, i will stay with you for as long as you need me. plus I feel like I'm partially at fault since I was the one who told you to go for him." he finishes timidly.

"are you crazy? of course it's not your fault. i didn't fall for him because you wanted me to, i fell for him on my own accord. if anything, im glad you pushed me through it." you retort immediately. you were not mad at kai at all. it was never his fault to begin with. you just wondered if you had made beomgyu that uncomfortable that the only option he saw fit was to turn away from you as you tried to kiss him. your mind played that scene in your head a million times a day and each time you acted as if it hurt you physically. because maybe to a certain extent, it did. you really had liked beomgyu and you thought he had to have some kind of feelings for you as well, but maybe you were being naïve. it wouldn't hurt to talk it out with him once but you were too much of a coward to initiate anything anymore. so, you just decided to go with the flow and see how things played out. for now, that was being sprawled on your bed with your best friend, stuffing your face with junk food and laughing at whatever was playing on the laptop screen in front of you. it was nicer than you expected. maybe you need to relax a bit and not think about anything for a while.

the following weeks rolled in lazily. you attended classes, barely making any sort of contact with beomgyu, well that is to be expected. beomgyu had still not reached out to you and honestly, you were slowly giving up hope. you understood that you had to come to terms with the fact that the two of you never had anything going on and it was just a mindless fling. you tried to forget about him but it was hard when you had to see his face everyday. so when your class teacher announced that you would have summer vacations from tomorrow, you were beyond relieved. you will admit though, part of you wanted to talk to beomgyu again but the other part was just tired of waiting. at the end of the school day, you walked home alone as you pushed kai to hang out with his friends. honestly, you needed a little time alone to just think and arrange your thoughts.

you hopped in the shower and finally relaxed after what had felt like an eternity. you listened to music for a while and got ready to get out of the bath. you felt like you needed to treat yourself after a long day so you slipped into a summery black dress which stopped right at the middle of your thighs. it had a cute bow at the back which gave it a dainty look. you loved this dress. it was the first thing you had ever bought for yourself with your first salary. you head to the kitchen to take out some strawberry ice cream for yourself as you hummed a sweet melody. you turned on your laptop as you put on a cheesy romance movie. this was the perfect night to you. you dont know how much time had passed since you sat down but it was 9:30 at night. you tried to fight a yawn that was coming when suddenly, the sound of your doorbell startled you. who was that? you weren't expecting anyone this late and kai was out of option as he had told you he was staying over at a friend's today. you slowly got up, feeling a little scared since you were alone as you walked towards the door and the person at the other end was someone you had not expected to see in a million years.

beomgyu. what was he doing here?

you stared at him as your eyes widened in shock. your first instinct was to close the door again but before you could comply, his hand springs to the door.

"can i come in please?" he asked, a certain desperation in his voice that went unnoticed by you. still not completely understanding the events that were taking place right now, you nodded hesitantly as you gave him way to step in and close the door behind you. the smack of the door seemed to bring you back to earth. you took a good look at beomgyu in a long time. his eyes that always glittered brightly were now engulfed in light eyebags, his hair longer than ever but disheveled. he was still wearing his school uniform.

"why are you here?" you ask in a small voice. were you angry? you dont know yourself.

"were you getting ready to go out? beomgyu asks, ignoring your question.

"no, why are you here?" you ask again, your voice a little louder this time. beomgyu seemed to notice this and he started timidly.

"i wanted to apologize.."

you scoff at this. really, you were never mad at beomgyu for what he did but apologizing meant that he was rubbing in your face that he was rejecting you again and you did not like that. before you could say anything, beomgyu starts again.

"no wait. im not saying sorry because i pushed you.. away.. im sorry because im an idiot who doesn't know how to express his emotions. when we first met, i thought of you as just another one of kai's friends but as i got to know you, i started wanting to be around you. you were always on my mind, i started to think about ways so that i could see you again. i dont know why or when or how i started feeling that but it just happened and these feelings kept growing. at my house when you came closer to me, to be honest, that was all i ever wanted. my heart was beating so loud at that time that i didn't know what to do. i wanted what's best for you. i didn't want to hurt you with my unlabeled feelings because i really do care about you. now that its clear to me, i can finally say that i like you." he finishes with a pant, looking at you for any signs of annoyance, disgust, reciprocation, anything at all but your face was unreadable. you just start to walk towards him with a determined look on your face as you swing your arms over his shoulders and your lips land on his.

"im glad you were honest with me. i like you too beomgyu." you say as you smile against his lips. the next kiss is initiated by beomgyu. it starts out soft and tender but immediately turns into something much more desperate. his hands snake around your waist as he pulls you closer into him, eliminating any space left between the two of you. his tongue gently pokes against your lips, asking for permission which you hastily grant, your tongues swirling together as you pull away for breath.

"you taste like strawberry ice cream" beomgyu says with a smile as he rests his forehead against yours. the two of you giggling together.

[vees-scribbles]

Celebrating a Birthday With Them

It was my birthday yesterday I'm treating myself

Content Warning: Bo's gets horny idk what came over me but it's not like super explicit, Canon typical murder and substance use

Luigi Largo

He's a busy man okay

He might need a GENtern to remind him of your birthday but TRUST

There's someone who's entire job is remembering shit about you

He's probably working on your birthday

But he loves you so he's not entirely ignoring it

Almost definitely doing something special for dinner

Probably taking you somewhere fancy

Don't like the attention of going out with a Largo? Fine, you're having your fancy dinner at home and if it isn't perfect the person who made it will meet Luigi's knife and then whatever god they might believe in

Contrary to popular opinion, I think he's a good gift giver

This man cannot say that he loves you. But he's constantly buying you shit to show you

Definitely getting you something expensive but pretty in line with the things you like

Always your favorite color or the latest fashion or an unreleased prototype

Not very creative, he's picking tried and true things

Kiss him and say thank you

Amber Sweet

She did forget your birthday

Sorry she was probably high

Good thing she's rich and can get you something last minute when she remembers

Gets you something she'd like

Bonus points if it's also something she knows you'd probably enjoy, but not her first priority

Clothes? She wanted to see you in them. Perfume or cologne? She wanted to smell you wearing it

If it's something she can borrow, she will

Sorry not sorry

Probably not hanging out with you after

Unless you're down to go on a Zydrate run w her

Who said romance was dead

Probably doesn't care if you say thank you

I'd suggest doing it anyway

Blind Mag

Prepare to be spoiled

She did remember your birthday and she's been thinking about this for at least a month

Obviously she can't really control what GeneCo wants her to do

But every second she's free is devoted to you

Super good at thinking of things you'll like

Like you don't have to tell her or even know that you'd like this thing she'd just think of it on her own

Obviously down to do whatever you want and probably plans an evening for you that's pretty accurate to something you'd enjoy

But I think she'd especially like celebrating at home

Kiss her and say thank you

Nathan Wallace

Surprisingly a pretty thoughtful gift giver

Did remember your birthday

Probably celebrated a few days late

The repo man grind never stops

But his next night off trust he's got you

Figures out what food you like and definitely is making it for you

If you've been together a while and he's introduced you to Shilo it's a family dinner

Shilo does most of the talking, presents you with a bug she pinned

Be nice

Nathan himself probably gets you something sensible

Think a watch

But he's pretty certain it's something you'll like, too

He wants you to get plenty of use out of it

Very low-key kind of thing, you're probably not going out or anything

Kiss him and say thank you

Otis Driftwood

Oh BROTHER

No he didn't remember

Don't ever ask him some stupid shit like that again

Someone else probably told him

Bc I know you're not stupid enough to bring it up

Does not care

Cares a little

Maybe makes you something

You're lucky to get anything at all

And maybe he's a little bit sweet when he kisses you. Just a little though

And don't you dare mention it

Kiss him and say thank you

And you better be REAL grateful, rabbit

Baby Firefly

Remembered for sure

Very excited to party about it!!

Probably snags something off a victim for you tbh

Hope you're cool with getting fucked up

And doing fucked up shit

Seriously though you're not staying sober

It's a household affair she's making this everyone's problem

And she's dragging you on some wild mission or another

Maybe you get to pick a tourist all your own!!

How romantic <3

Feel free to kiss her and say thank you, neither of you will remember in the morning

RJ Firefly

Remembered of course

Similar to Baby, he gets you something off someone they killed

NOT similar to Baby, he's very chill about it

Definitely down to still drink about it

But doesn't need to make it a huge affair

Would prefer not to, actually

I have no basis for this, but I think he'd wanna spend it outside with you

Looking at the stars and sharing a case of beer

Or your preferred drink

Doesn't have to be alcoholic but come on it's preferred

I think he's handsy when he's got enough in his system

He's always handsy, but especially when he's a little buzzed

Down to be quiet with you or let you talk his ear off about whatever you want

Kiss him and say thank you

Quinn

You're wondering if the android remembered your birthday?

Yes

He doesn't care

You get a verbal happy birthday, a head pat, and a kiss to the cheek

He has shit to do

Also idc if you're taller than him he's patting your head

The world could be so beautiful if Quinn responded to my faxes

Kiss him anyway bc he's beautiful

Logan Burnhardt

Yes, of course he remembered

He might act like an asshole on the air but he doesn't strike me as someone tonactually forget a birthday

He's doing pretty basic birthday things

Flowers in the morning, breakfast if you're up at the same time

If not, don't worry!

He's taking you out to dinner

Gets you a card and writes something a little cheesy on it

Gets you something related to a hobby you have, probably

Has at least once pretended that your gift was just a bunch of his own merch

Bo Sinclair

He remembered...barely

Yes he's a deranged killer and a jackass

He's also a southern gentleman (in his own eyes, anyway)

Comes home practically glowing with pride

Ate two canaries, that one

Another guy that regifts something from a victim

Presents it to you with so much pride, though

If it's jewelry or something, he makes you wear it for him

Puts it on for you

"Gimme a spin, sugar."

Stupid fucking smirk on his face

Makes you wear it while he rails you later Who said that

But come on you know that's his actual gift

I haven't publicly said this before but I'm saying it now: Bo Sinclair gives head like his life depends on it

And that's when it's NOT your birthday

On your special day? You're going to have to physically remove him

Kiss him and say thank you

Vincent Sinclair

Okay he's actually really sweet about it

Did remember

Made you something :)

He's a little nervous to give it to you bc it's "not much"

Yes he's a deranged killer but he's also v in love with you

Otherwise super down to do anything you want!

Within your limits of course

Bo isn't going to let you two just waltz around wherever you want

But you wanna watch a movie? Or eat dinner together? Wanna cuddle?

He just wants to make sure you're nice and relaxed and happy

Kiss him and say thank you

[vekreng]

Tech - Totally Not Crushing

prompt: "...something with tech and an awkward reader maybe they admit feelings for each other or they are caught being cute by the rest of the batch and they tease them?.." pairing: Tech x Reader words: 2.2k requested: yes!

You didn’t know if you wanted to scream for the sake of screaming or if you wanted to throw yourself in front of some wild beast.

It had been an absolute age since you met the Batch, and him. The individual members were all striking in their own way, but none stood out more to you than Tech.

Your throat buzzed with an idle hum as you watched him tinker on the Marauder. He wasn’t as physically strong as his other brothers, no, but his intellect was unmatched. He could see patterns in nature and people that were indecipherable to most, pointing out what was about to happen before even Hunter could pick it up at times. His mind stored a vast wealth of knowledge on just about everything you could name and then some. He lacked subtlety in only the most adorable way. His round, soft eyes looked gentler still through the amber lenses of his goggles. He checked on you after every mission or trip, asked for your assistance on just about every task.

Time and time again you tried to confess, and time and time again the words died on your tongue. You tried when you were paired up alone on a mission, when you two had to sneak through a palace, when you two were the only ones awake one night in hyperspace. It was always so perfect, except for… for what? Why could you never tell him? Nerves, maybe? Perhaps the way his eyes locked with yours caused you to instantly short circuit and forget everything you ever knew. Yeah. That was definitely it. A very logical explanation. 

Your eyes followed the fluid movement of his hands, his skillful fingers practically dancing through the ship’s wires as he teased out minor bugs in favor of much larger ones that he will try to convince Hunter are actually improvements.

God, you loved him.

If only you could just say it.

“Staring is only going to put him off, you know,” a voice drawled from behind. You whipped around in a panic, only to see Crosshair grinning your way. “Pretty sure you don’t want that.”

“Cross!” You scolded, pinching the bridge of your nose. God, of course it had to be him. “Give a bit of warning next time, maybe?”

“I’m a sniper. It’s quite literally my job to not give any warning.” He pushed himself off the door frame he was leaning on and made his way to your side, leaning down ever so slightly to be more level with you while you both watched Tech work. “What’s your goal here? Memorize every aspect of what he looks like so you can dream about him at night? Or are you going to say something like a normal person?”

“You’re such an ass,” you grumbled, glaring at the ground. “You have no idea how hard this is for me. What if he rejects me? We all live on one very tiny ship, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that tension! Or what if I do tell him and he just doesn’t get what I’m saying and I have to spend ages trying to get more and more blunt and obvious about it. Do you really expect me to live out the rest of my life reliving that moment forever?”

“And what if you tell him and he says he feels the same way?” Crosshair argued back. “Talk to him or leave him alone. You make me want to throw up every time I see how lovesick you are over him.”

“I can’t, Crosshair! I freeze up every time I try!” 

The sniper spun you around to face him. “In this line of work, freezing up could mean death for you and your teammates. You take action when it’s needed; I’ve seen you do it. What’s so different about this? Get it together, walk over there, and tell him how you really feel, before you don’t get to tell him at all.”

You could only blink at him.

------

Hunter peeked around the edge of the Marauder briefly to watch you and Crosshair fighting before turning back to Tech. “You’re going to have to face them eventually, you know.”

“I do not understand your meaning. I face them every day.” Tech soldered a broken wire together, tugging lightly on one end to ensure the connection was strong. “Your statement is baseless.”

“You’re misinterpreting my words on purpose,” Hunter pointed out as he waved to Wrecker. The strongest of them all brought over a massive crate of spare parts and started handing bits of them to Tech. “I’ve seen how you are. Somehow, you’ve mastered the art of having as much interaction with them as possible while also avoiding them.”

“I do not avoid anyone.”

Hunter barked out a laugh. “Oh, really? Then why do you only take piloting shifts when theirs isn’t right before or after yours, or run off into only known safe markets and leave us all behind?” He passed a spanner to his brother. “But when we’re in unfamiliar territory, you refuse to leave their side unless one of us is already sticking with them, and even then you try to weasel your way in. Face it, Tech. We all know you’ve got a bit of a crush on them.”

Tech maneuvered to the underside of the ship, his face a light sheen of red. “Ensuring the safety of a teammate is not evidence of a crush, Hunter. I am merely showing caution in hostile territory.”

“I think the only person who doesn’t know that you’re in love is them,” Wrecker butted in, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where you and Crosshair were squabbling. Hunter glanced over to see that Crosshair had put you in a headlock and refused to release you until you cried uncle. “You’re not really good at hidin’ it, to be honest.”

Tech huffed. “As I keep telling you both, I—”

Hunter suddenly called out your name, cutting Tech off. “We need to get a few more supplies before we take off. Can you help Tech finish things up here while we head to the stalls?”

Crosshair kicked your leg when you opened your mouth. “Yeah, we can’t trust you to get actual essentials. Besides, you probably know as much about the Marauder as Tech does by this point.”

Before you could protest, the three brothers vanished into the shadows of the docking station.

You gulped. Crosshair’s words looped in your head.

It had to happen at some point, you suppose.

Slowly, you walked to where Tech was gathering up his tools. “I thought you had more work to do?”

“I do,” Tech replied, not looking up from his task, “but the remaining repairs are inside the ship.”

Great, you thought as you followed, all alone and in a confined space. What could possibly go wrong?

------

You were pretty sure that you were going to implode if you spent another minute helping Tech in the cockpit. 

Somehow the man was far too close and much too far away at the same time. You inched nearer and he pulled back. You gave him space and he closed in. Every time you opened your mouth to speak he would unknowingly interrupt with some sort of commentary or delegation, and when you closed it he looked at you expectantly for a comment. Ugh, it was infuriating. Just speak already! Tell him you love him!

You took a deep breath. Alright, this time, for sure. No more backing out. You can do this. It’s just three words. You’ve got this.

You steadied the rickety stepladder that Tech insisted on using to reach a panel in the ceiling. A few safety lights had gone out and Hunter was worried that it was an indication of something bad despite the protests of his sibling.

This was it.

Another breath. “Hey, uh, Tech?”

Tech hummed. His head was completely buried in the darkness of the ship’s interior system.

You squeezed your eyes shut to muster up all the courage you possibly could. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, for… a while now. And I was hoping that, since everyone else is gone, we could talk— HOLY—”

Tech shouted in surprise as the ancient stepladder finally gave out from underfoot, his flailing limbs knocking the both of you over, crashing hard enough into the floor for you both to see stars briefly.

“That hurt,” you muttered as you forced your eyes back open. It took a second for them to focus, but once they did, you realized with a start that you were looking into Tech’s.

Which were mere inches away from yours.

Because he had also fallen.

Conveniently, you cushioned his fall.

Oh no.

Tech’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again, and closed again. Even in your horror you couldn’t help but think that he looked an awful lot like a fish.

“I apologize,” he finally spluttered, scrambling off of you and sitting against the wall. “I, it was not my intention to, I mean, that is….” He hesitated. “I’m sorry. Are you injured?”

You slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over the shoulder that hit the ground first. “A little sore, but I’ll be okay. What about you?”

Tech carefully tilted his head back and forth. “Nothing is broken. My fall was successfully broken, albeit accidentally.” He looked back at you, his goggles askew and one lens fractured. “I should have calculated the risks of using that ladder more thoroughly. My carelessness resulted in your harm; I will grab the bacta patches. Remain here.”

“Tech, wait!”

He paused when your hand landed unexpectedly on his upper arm, staring blankly at it before focusing on you. “Yes?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Your… oh, just hold still for a second.” You reached up and removed his goggles, peering at the right lens. The crack didn’t stretch fully across, but the glass was compromised nonetheless and would need a replacement. “They’ll work for now, but I really hope you have a repair kit somewhere for these. Or a whole separate pair.” Carefully, you pulled the bent frame edges back into place before refitting them to his face. “How’s that?”

Tech let out a small puff, the air surprisingly cold against your hot skin.

Wait. Hot?

Oh, you were much closer than you previously thought. Oh. Oh no.

 “Thank you.” Your name escaped Tech’s lips in a whisper.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your head reeling from the proximity between you two. Or the fall and subsequent head injury. “Any time.”

The silence that followed felt like a lifetime, but a clock proved it to be only a few seconds.

“...Tech,” you said slowly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The timing felt so off, so wrong, so inappropriate somehow, but you already let too many ‘proper’ opportunities slip by. You couldn’t take the chance again. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I wanted to tell you that I’m—”

“I love you!” Tech blurted out, grimacing right after for cutting you off.

Now it was your turn to make an impression of a fish.

“I’m… I’ve loved you for some time now. I love your smile, I love the crinkle by your eyes when you squint, I love how you look when you’re lost in thought. I love your laugh, your kindness, the way you look after my brothers just as we do to you. I love the effort you put into helping in any way you can, and how you show grace when someone makes a mistake. I know you’re leaving, but I had to tell you.”

Your finger tapped an uncertain rhythm on the floor of the Marauder, your brain running a thousand miles per second. Tech loved you back? And he thought you were leaving? “Why do you think I’m going away?”

“Echo has gone to work with Captain Rex once more; it was only logical that your recent shift in behavior and desire to express something important indicated you felt similarly,” Tech explained. “Was that… not accurate?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and oh, the sound was so sweet to your own ears. It was a mixture of pure joy and relief. “No, Tech, it wasn’t that. I just wanted to let you know that I love you too.” Your hand found his, your foreheads gently knocking together. “I love how serious you are, how studious you can be, how attentive you are to the world around you. I love how you ask me to explain social mannerisms in exchange for a personalized research dive on whatever I want. I love watching you be confident and skillful in your work, and I love when you let me convince you to relax and let someone else take over. I love you, Tech, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That makes two of us, then,” Tech smiled. “Though I think any further discussion should be put on hold until we get a bacta patch on your shoulder.”

A snort escaped your nose. “I’ll allow a distraction just this once, so long as you promise to help me out with it.”

“Naturally.”

[fanaticsnail]

Grand Line Playgroup

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Word Count: 1,200+

Synopsis: Adoptive parents have all taken the initiative to join together with their children to form: Grand Line Playgroup. This is the way it usually goes at playgroup: filled with shenanigans, support, and most importantly love for their children. 

Themes: the adoptive parents of one piece, all children are all relatively aged 3 to 7, but Robin is 10, au they all live, modern au, platonic, not an “x reader” fic, parenting drabble, fluff, nonsense. 

Parents: Mihawk, Rosinante (Corazon), Bellemere, Dadan, Zeff, Uncle Beckman, Shanks, Garp, and Smoker.

Children: Perona, Zoro, Law(rence), Nojiko, Nami, Uta, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Sanji, Uta, Koby, Helmeppo, Robin, and Tashigi.

Notes: A small drabble about what it would be like if the one-piece characters were adoptive parents to an assortment of their toddler counterparts. This silly brain-worm was brought to you by several conversations with @feral-artistry & @writingmysanity, and the bestest aunties @since-im-already-here & @sordidmusings. This worm got to me and I needed to get it out. Links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff, @gingernut1314, @vespidphoenix, @i-am-vita

Dracule Mihawk arrives at Grand Line Playgroup ten minutes early every single Tuesday. He has a personalized gothic embroidered bag for both of his children filled with snacks, changes of clothes, water bottles, first aid kits, and a book for him to read while his two children play.

He wears matching nail polish with his daughter, Perona: today, she chose pink with black accents. He has parenting down to a fine art, everything always perfectly planned for any circumstances. Zoro takes out a collection of sporting equipment and begins kicking around a soccer ball as he waits for his friends to join him. 

The next to arrive is Donquixote Rosinante. He always attempts to get there early: set up his variety of bags to ensure his son, Lawrence, has everything he needs to enjoy his time at playgroup. His hair is a blonde, fluffy mess of mopped curls, his clothes disheveled and askew, but his smile is always cheerful despite his constant exhausted exasperated state. 

Law is a quiet child, not really engaging with Perona as she sets up a mock tea-party, nor Zoro as he kicks the ball against the wall. He, instead, opts to sit quietly alone and read a picture book in comfortable silence. 

Mihawk offers Rosinante a moist towelette, gesturing wordlessly to his lips, cheeks and right eye where Law graffitied art with permanent marker on his face as he slept. Rosinante gives him a gratuitous smile, huffing his laughter as he scrubs at his face with the towelette. 

The next to arrive is Rosinante’s old work colleague, Bellemere, with her two daughters in tow. Nami and Nojiko were walking arm in arm before rushing off to join Perona in her tea party. Bellemere gives Rosinante a clap on his shoulder, nodding her acknowledgement to Mihawk before taking her elected seat. 

As the clock ticks over to 10am: a small bundle of nervous, chaotic energy bounces inside the door and over the walls. This flash of black hair was followed immediately by a small blonde child that stares, unblinkingly, at Law. Dadan is exasperated as she carries an older and asleep Ace in her arms, attempting to catch up with Luffy to rein him in and set up. 

Rosinante springs into action, offering to ferry Luffy towards his regular playmate, Zoro. As Luffy nearly joins Zoro, he is instead drawn to the sticker book Law is holding containing bugs, beetles and arachnids. Luffy becomes entranced by the stickers: and he and Law begin cataloging them by shape, size and type over pages of lined paper. 

Dadan sighs, already exhausted although her day has barely begun. Rosinante smiles and fawns over the two dark-haired boys before resuming his seat beside Bellemere, talking about the latest gossip at his old workplace and the shenanigans his colleagues' love lives.

As if on queue, Ace wakes up and immediately springs out of Dadan’s arms, hurrying over to Zoro and joining him by kicking the ball against the wall. Sabo backs into the corner of the room and glares with his pale, blue eyes at Perona’s tea-party with intrigue. 

After Dadan, in comes Benn Beckman with his niece, Uta. Uta bounces on her heels as she runs over to Sabo, doing all in her power to make the small blonde smile instead of glare. She has a cheery disposition, guaranteed to always get a smile out of the quiet boy the longer she sings and pulls faces at him.

Zeff is the next, his young son, Sanji, sprinting towards the soccer ball and easily stealing it away from Zoro. They immediately get into a heated fistfight: legs and limbs flying as they butt heads as to who's turn it is to kick the ball next. Mihawk sighs, immediately rising to his feet to play referee to the match as Beckman places Uta's bag beside Perona's. 

Arriving late, and with his two adoptive sons Koby and Helmeppo, strolls Garp. Dadan glares at him, up turning her lip in a snarl as Garp shepherds his boys into the room. The tension is thick between these two due to Garp's history of dropping off children at Dadan's and not returning to raise them himself. She refuses to help with the latest two additions to his family, although she cares for them greatly. Sabo nods at Koby, Helmeppo scoffs at Uta. 

Another late arrival is a larger gentleman with his quiet and older daughter, Robin. Sir Crocodile is dripping in luxury brands, gold rings and smells of expensive colognes. Robin immediately humors Perona, Nami and Nojiko by playing mother in their tea party adventure. 

“Mihawk,” the larger man gruffy nods in acknowledgement. 

“Crocodile,” Mihawk mirrors his tone, gesturing with his chin to take a seat beside him. Sir Crocodile takes his seat before unrolling the newspaper tucked beneath his arm and beginning to read. 

As the children interact together, the more talkative parents swap parenting advice amongst one another. 

Rosinante asks for support with Law's current food aversion. How does he get this child to eat grained carbohydrates without him gagging about the fact it's bread? Dadan is a seasoned expert in parenting at this stage, still ignoring Garp as Garp speaks to Mihawk about his blonde son’s latest interest in kendo. 

Bellemere joins in the conversation, Mihawk leaving as the topic changes to work and joining beside Beckman who is silently brooding on the chair beside Crocodile. 

“No Shanks today?” Mihawk quips at the larger man. 

“No Shanks today,” Beckman parrotted in return with a disgruntled and gruff growl. 

As if the mere mention of his name summoned his presence, in comes the red-haired Shanks in a lazy and cheerful stupor. His socks are raised to his knees, tucked into some comfortable sandals on his feet. His cargo shorts are tied loosely on his hips by a brown belt, and his patterned shirt is open to expose his bare chest. 

Glasses are lying lazily on his head as he extends an enthusiastic smile at the children before acknowledging the adults. An enthusiastic chorus of “Uncle Shanks!” echoes throughout the playspace, a flash of small bodies immediately moving to tackle and engulf the redhead in a warm embrace. 

Shanks falls on his ass, holding high his coffee cup as he laughs at Luffy, Uta, Ace and Sabo as they enthusiastically clutch at him with grabby hands. Their faces all shine with the utmost adoration at the redhead, who shoots Beckman and Dadan a wink while mouthing: “I'm still the favorite.”

Beckman sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as Dadan rolls her eyes at him. 

The adults are finally all gathered for their children’s weekly playgroup, the kids settle into playing amongst themselves once again. Shanks offers Beckman a smile before offering him the half-drunk coffee cup. The taller man takes a sip, choking on the liquid as the surprising burn of warmed alcohol scorches his throat so early in the morning. 

As their meeting draws to a soft close, a knock at the door interrupts their close knit conversation. 

“I heard there was a playgroup in here?” a gruff voice rumbled at the door. White hair and the scent of tobacco immediately sprung through the hallway. In arrived a large gentleman, another common associate of Garp, Bellemere and Rosinante who immediately sprung up to greet him. 

Smoker presented ushered a quiet child into the room, her uncertainty was one the children knew well. Immediately, Luffy sprang up from his arachnid archiving with Law and went to introduce himself to the girl. Smoker smiled at the interaction, nodding to Tashigi as an indicator for her to go ahead and play, before joining Bellemere and Rosinante. 

“Finally decided to foster, Smoker?” Bellemere smiled, embracing him into her warm and welcoming arms. Smoker returns her gesture, tapping her on the shoulder and releasing her from the embrace. 

“Foster? Not a chance,” he smirked, pulling away and smiling at the purple-haired woman, “Adopting.”

[starlightkun]

➺ teaser word count: 1421 | full fic: 9.4k ➺ genre & warnings: sci-fi, near future, fluff, falling in love without seeing each other, minor hurt/comfort, coworkers au (but in space), space traffic controllers; brief blood/injury mention ➺ synopsis: in which you go to your job as a space traffic controller every day looking forward to your shifts with one specific coworker who you might be falling head over heels for. and sure, you don't know quebec's real name, nor what he looks like, but you two talk for hours a day between guiding landings and take-offs, and you know him better than anyone else. you’re perfectly happy, until his end of the comms falls silent one day and won’t reconnect ➺ extra info: i highly recommend being aware of the existence of the icao alphabet so ur not thrown for a complete loop by ppl’s nicknames in here lol. u don’t need it memorized but i swear i didn’t pull these words out of thin air ok. also, in american aviation, the number 9 is pronounced niner, ur not going crazy and neither am i ➺ estimated release: saturday, february 1, 2025 3:00 p.m. eastern time

The days all tended to blur together on the space station if you weren’t careful. Time was pretty meaningless in the middle of nowhere with no seasons or daylight to give your body cues. STCs mostly relied on shifts and tower cycles as units of time—the duration of a shift, and how long you were assigned to one tower before you moved to the opposite side of the station.

You were back on shift with Quebec, and so far, it had been a busy one. You’d barely had time to breathe between arrivals and departures, much less chitchat. Finally, during what seemed to be a lull, you pulled out your bag of food from your bag.

“Alright, that’s it,” you huffed. “I’m eating dinner.”

“What do you have tonight?” He asked.

“Didn’t have time to run to the convenience store today so it’s just some snacks and stuff I had in my room. Might have to make a vending machine run, sorry.”

“Look in the minifridge.”

“What? Did you rig it to explode?” You pushed your rolling chair back to grab the edge of the fridge, pulling the door open to peer inside.

“You’ll just have to find out.”

A plastic container greeted you, and you grabbed it, already spotting something green inside. Setting it and your mic back down on your desk, you took the lid off with a pop, eyes bugging out of your head as you looked at the green and white cubes. The color and shine alone told you that these weren’t grown in an ag-bubble, these were imported straight from Earth.

“Quebec…” You breathed out in awe. “You did not.”

“You can’t justify spending that much on something you’re going to digest, but I can,” he replied kindly. “Go ahead, eat. Happy one year at the station.”

“I didn’t even remember that was today,” you admitted.

You grabbed a cube between your fingers, not bothering to find utensils. The best part was licking your fingers after, in your opinion. The fruit was juicy and sweet, no bitterness from the rind at all, and so much more flavor than ag-bubble fruit could ever develop. You felt tears well up in your eyes, embarrassingly.

“God, it’s so good. Thank you,” you mumbled through your half-eaten honeydew. “I wish I could share it with you right now.”

“No, don’t worry about me,” he said, and you heard a faint pop of another plastic lid opening on his end of the line. “They were selling it by weight. I had them send some to your tower and some to mine.”

You smiled at the tower across the landing dock. “We are sharing it right now.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Have you ever been on a picnic, Bec? Like, a real one, outside on a blanket with a picnic basket on the grass with fresh air and food and your friends and family?”

“Once, when I was really little. I don’t remember much about it. My mom showed me a picture,” he mused. “Have you, Zu?”

“No, never. I was born on a mining colony. Never breathed fresh air in my life, or been to Earth. Always been in ships, stations like this, or firmaments.” Firmaments—man-made structures on the surface of planets whose conditions were not naturally habitable for humans. Within the firmaments, the air quality, pressure, temperature, and planet’s surface could be regulated in order to allow for human survival. The actual mining typically happening outside of the firmaments, however, and that was only one reason that it was so dangerous—and lucrative.

“What about your parents?”

“They weren’t born on Earth either, never saw the big deal about going to visit.” You shrugged, popping another piece of melon in your mouth. “What about you?”

“My parents were born on Earth. They wanted me to be born there too, but I came a little early while they were on a trip to a nearby resort planet. The closest hospital was on its moon…”

“Did you grow up on Earth then?”

“Visited after I was born, went back and forth for a good bit of my childhood, but my parents just liked traveling too much to stay in one place.”

“My family moved around a lot too. Mining pays good, but you have to move with the materials. There’s always some hot new mineral in vogue that’s paying more than the last thing everyone wanted. You never want to stick around until a mine dries up.”

“How long does that take? Like, how much did you move around?”

“Depends. Sometimes we were there for a few weeks or months, sometimes years.”

Quebec was quiet for a moment, and you took the opportunity to eat two more pieces of honeydew. Then, he said, “Zulu?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you take this job? All the way out here?”

“I didn’t want to work in the mines with my parents my whole life. Saw the opening and figured I might as well give it a go,” you answered simply. “What about you?”

“Kind of similar. More desperate, I think,” he admitted. “I was in med school, actually, and I was absolutely miserable. Just at rock fucking bottom. I told my parents I was going to quit and they said I couldn’t unless I either enrolled in law school, or got a job. This was the first one I found.”

You blinked, watching the dark dot in the window across from you. “Wow. I don’t think you’ve ever told me that.”

“Haven’t talked to anybody about it since coming here.”

“Why’d you ask me that then? You had to have figured I would’ve turned the question back on you.”

“I… don’t think I knew I was going to tell you that until I said it.”

“You know you can always talk about whatever with me, Bec.”

“I know,” he replied warmly. “Same for you. I’m all ears.”

“So you quit med school, took the first job you could find and just happened to find something you liked doing?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I did not take to being an STC at all initially. I wanted to quit after my first week. I was on this stupid station in the middle of nowhere starting all over again at a job that paid considerably less than the surgeon I was supposed to be. I was miserable, and lost, and kept thinking that they were right and I should just put my head down and be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever. It felt like I could’ve disappeared from the universe and nobody would notice.” He sighed, and you felt your heart twist in your chest. “Then during my second week, another new STC started, and we ended up on a shift together. And you said—there’s no way you remember this, Zulu, it’s so… but—What do you remember about that shift?”

You rifled through your memories desperately for something, anything specific, but came up empty. “Not much, I mean, it was like my second one, I think. So I was still pretty nervous about doing everything right, and I remember meeting you, but I don’t think we even talked much outside of small talk, right?”

“That’s great. I mean it, I love that you’re just like this, that you weren’t trying to do it,” he laughed with his whole chest, and you smiled fondly, not feeling like he was laughing at you at all. “Anyway, it was pretty dead that shift, and in one of the quiet times, you got on the mic and you told me to look outside. I thought there was a ship or something going on. But then you said, ‘I’ve never seen these stars before.’ Which made me realize I hadn’t even looked at the stars since arriving at the station. At the end of the shift, you said, ‘Talk to you next time, Quebec.’ And I decided ‘sure, I’ll stick around until next time, see what else she’ll say.’” His words made you snicker softly, and he continued, “And then you just kept saying these little, interesting things, or things that made me smile for the first time in years, or you’d ask questions and let me talk about whatever I wanted… I kept putting off quitting until I wasn’t half-bad at being an STC and didn’t hate living at the station anymore.”

“Bec…” You murmured, fidgeting with the wire of your headset. “Do—”

A dot popped up on your monitor then, and Quebec said, “Ah, there’s the ambassador.”

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I'll rant about Zhanyi for a minute

Honestly such a shame that OX refuses to do anything with Zhanyi.

I'm not even talking about them not being the main couple anymore, but the lack of progress on their relationship overall.

In the beginning, they had a really cool concept of Jian Yi being this lovable childhood friend who hides behind smiles and jokes, that suddenly disappeared and came back years later with no explanation. Then we go to the past, and there's some angst about the intensity of Jian Yis's feelings, the mysteries of his family, his kidnapping, etc. And their dynamic was really good, with Jian yi being a very carefree but also intense person, and Zhan Zheng having a short fuse in a kind of childish way (as he is a teenager at the time), being extremely loyal and intensely confused about his feelings towards this friend of his, who he spent most of his life with.

Jian Yi kept pushing and Zhan Zheng was this un-movable force where he just decided fuck it, whatever the kind of love I still love you no matter what and I'll fight for you. From the dangerous adults around them to the people who had crushes on Jian Yi, Zhan Zheng refused to let him go. They had depth and a lot of development at the start.

It could be such a great dynamic, and could lead to so much angst with Jian Yi's disappearance.

And they even had some great comedic moments of teenagers figuring out their sexuality, so a lot of them being caught doing or saying weird stuff to one another and getting flustered about it.

But it's like OX just GAVE UP ON DEVELOPING THEM

LIKE GOD DAMN

Their dynamic pre and post disappearance is exactly the same, it didn't get any deeper or more explicitly romantic, it feels like they are the same people, no changes at all. They're not upset, Zhan Zheng didn't acknowledge he has sexual/romantic feelings towards Jian Yi (which was great back then, but how is it still the same), Jian Yi has the exact same personality - no shiftyness about his experiences being gone, no serious moments, no growth. Yes they do have this "I'll stay and take care of you forever" but they've had this same dynamic FOR YEARS (in universe), how has it not developed? How has it not sowered or changed after Jian Yi disappeared??

They still feel like the same teenagers that are very close but aren't together. Every time we could get a serious moment, or progress on their sexual/romantic feelings we just get another vague "no mater what, we are besties" or goddamm comedic relief.

(Teenagers on the left, adults on the right) Like, we got this same situation so many times already, where Jian Yi does something dumb, Zhan Zheng reacts and they get caught doing something that is misunderstood. (The bug bite photo Jy sends Zzx, Zzx drying Jys pants, Jy tearing Zzx pants on the subway, jy touching Zzx chest in public, Jy wearing the skirt, this update with Zzx spanking Jy, I can list this forever) it's always the same concept/situation, and their reactions are always the same, there's just never any progress.

And don't get me wrong, I very much understand and came to terms that 19 days is not a plot focused story, and let's be honest the time-line has been a bit of a nightmare lately, but I feel at the very least we have some very good and fun progress and character depth with Tianshan. Zhanyi did progress from the very beginning, but overall it feels like that just stopped.

Like, we still didn't get to see Mo realizing he tian is gone or anything from that period, but their dynamic changed SO MUCH from when they first showed up. From when they first meet to when Ht leaves (after beating up SL) their relationship deepens, their characters gain layers. And since 19 days takes time with its plot we are still at the very beginning of their post leaving dynamic and we've already got some pretty obvious change on how the intensity of their relationship changed (Ht basically proposing sex during their last update).

But it just feels like Ox doesn't want to do anything with Zhanyi, not even just forget about them, but freeze them in the same state. Maybe OX is just leaving them frozen until they finish Tianshan's story and then go back to focus on Zhanyi, but like, it just feels like such a let down to continuously see Zhanyi stay the same.

We got to here, we got JY admitting his feelings and ZZX accepting them but being vague whether he felt the same or not, and then we got them several times dedicating their futures to each other, and that's it. Nothing else changed or advanced from their teenage years.

I think it's why Tianshan became so much more popular, because they never got stuck in time. Zhanyi had around the same level of potential (don't come for me, I love Tianshan and HT is my favorite character from 19D so I can't say it's exactly the same lol) and could have such a great intense dynamic, but it keeps not happening.

Maybe I'll have to re-read their chapters, and the progress is just super nuanced, but hopefully, OX will do something with them now that they are really testing the limits of Chinese censorship, lol

TLDR: Zhanyi relationship and characters had so much potential but now feels frozen in time, their relationship lacks depth because OX keeps making them repeat the same situations and have the same reactions. Hopefully this will change.