#and they did it again on Ri too i was speechless

[arrow-alrakis]

hii!!

really wanted to draw him (although i don't have any sketchbooks on hand so programming class notes it is)

(*very loud and ugly crying noise for 1 hrs+)

OOOOOOOOMMMMMGGGGGGG RUTH!!!!!!!! TTTT TTTT

Thank you so so much he's so perfect aaaaaaa (*crying again happy tears)

You are so kind. Thank you so much!!!!! I have been having a hard time recently (I will explain in tags), and I break down every time when I open social media.... sorry for my late reply!

I really need this thank you!!!! T T I'm so happy that you like him!!! You put me back on my feet, thank you sm!!!!

[onlyyoumygirl-onlyyoudarling]

♡~Ya'aburnee [ H.S ]

☆~ "you bury me"; the hope that you will die before your love because you cannot live without them.

[ A Harry Styles Fanfiction.]

✧ { Chapter I }

A Curse.

That runs deep through centuries and centuries.

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She wasn't kidding. Ria really wasn't kidding,

She thought as her feet stood frozen in awe of her surroundings, inside the very entrance of a museum, still not open to the public which literally looked like a castle.

No. It quite literally was a castle. You were standing in the garden of the castle— no wait.

{Edward's Palace}

The banner read. So that's what it's name was. Edward's Palace, What a name. Basic much.

Apparently, Ria, her best friend had a thing going on with a guy. Oh, that too a very—very rich one which is why and just how she even made it here.

What was his name again? Jacob Mc-something.

In much shorter and simple summary, Her best friend was a fucking a very rich man, and by a 'rich man' definitely one of those rich men with a high post in one of the richest and biggest companies.

In the back of her mind she could hear her best friend nagging at her that it wasn't just a thing or fling she had going on with Jacob guy.

"Are you sure ri? You dragged me here for a 'mini-vacation' without return tickets. We didn't even book a hotel seriously what will we do if it turns out your sugar daddy-"

"boyfriend." Ria corrected her.

"When did that happen! But what if he was just letting you fantasize fake nothings? What then? Where are we gonna sleep for the night?" She couldn't be blamed for her anxiety because it was still out of her mind that they were going to stay in this enormous castle.

Oh and pardon for the forgettable mention but it was 22:22 (according to 24hr clock) in her watch last she checked when she entered the property. It was already too late now and she could feel herself creeping out by the amount of statues that stood still in the garden. One that particularly caught her eye was a not yet functioned to work fountain statue.

A statue of mermaid laying upright, a pained expression painted over her face looking down at the pot that rested half along her torso but still leaning towards the outside. There were too many, too fucking many statues in the garden alone and if she got caught up admiring them she might even get hypnotized by the beauty of the lifeless pieces.

"No we won't need need a back up. We are going to spend our stay here." She answers scrolling away on her phone.

"Oh right, because obviously every other person comes for a mini vacation and gets to stay in a multi million- possibly more than that? worth of a palace that is owned and preserved by government!"

"Yeah because Jacob is the executive director of this project, yn!" She yelled back, both of them annoyed.

"what project?" May god help her because she's feeling slower and more clueless than probably a sloth right now.

"Jacob, babes is in main charge of this project where they're going to reconstruct the first two floors of this palace into a public accessible art gallery preserving the art pieces of this palace and it's history and myths. The workers and employees involved in this project are allowed to stay in here." Her best friend explains and only then does a little fog in her mind clears up.

"So what you're telling..is that we will pretend to be working in this project to stay here?"

"Of course not, sweetheart. I am his fiance and you're my sister." Y/N stared at her bestfriend in disbelief. The worst part is that her best friend was just so proud of the plan she thought will succeed.

"That's it?" Speechless but she still managed to ask Ria.

"Oh and—" "Uhm miss—"

"FUCK ME" "Jesus!", Both of them much presumably at the same time cursed in horror at the interruption of an unknown voice.

[Narrator: And I would very much leave it up for the dead dear reader to guess which one cursed what]

"—I'm Rajat. May I help you?" Totally unfazed continued the unknown guy named Rajat that seemed to appear out of absolute nowhere.

Did he just come alive from one of those statues? , She took a wild guess.

"Oh, Hello. I'm Ria. Ria Johannesburg." Ria introduced herself after which she was answered with a 'Good Evening' by Rajat, still very much unknown.

"Mustn't you know Jacob McPherson?," Rajat's eyes wavered in familiarity. He must know Jacob then. He later answered "Yes, I do."

'So his last name is McPherson..., Thought Y/N in midst of it all.

"Oh great. I'm his fiance. I think he must've informed you about our arrival? That's my sister—" She cut her Ria off consumed in a hurry,

"Y/N Geller." Shit.

"Yeah...my step sister." Miss Y/N Geller pursed her lips in the urge of face palming herself. She could've just said cousin, She thought. Again.

"Very Well. I was made informed of your arrival Ms. Johannesburg but well... about Ms.Geller," he trailed off, hesitancy evident in his tone.

"Yes. What about me?" She answered confidently. Tried to.

"I don't think I could allow you in—"

"Bullshit!" Interrupts a voice. No, not Y/N's.

"Uhm. Who are you?" Y/N and her best friend, who caused them few unfortunate events both ask at the same time.

"You may call me Mr.WilliamJones, Ladies. And oh—You young fella! Carry their bags will you? And you lovely ladies, please come with me. I shall guide you to your respective rooms." WilliamJones, probably in his early 60s with subtle white hair and worn a vest along with his trousers.

Ria's eyes met with yours, both of you silently communicating. "Well, that was easy.", She whispered only for both you to hear.

Her best friend trails off in a conversation with this Mr.WilliamJones, asking him about the history of the palace, current plans and yada yada yada but she couldn't find herself focusing on a single word they were saying. She was too mesmerised by the glory of the land, as soon as she stepped in. Magnificent.

It looked like the maker of this palace had taken the word "magnificent" out of its dictionary just mould it into the air of this palace. The walls and the art carved upon them, the walls that look so lively yet painted in history, the air that still lingers with memories of those who lived and passed. Maybe they still do.

While on her way to their room she caught eyes with many other statues and painting. All of them seemingly gazing towards her with lifeless eyes that made her think would come to life only if she looked a little too close. The paintings looking down at her, snickering among themselves if they could.

(A little tw? Description of gore themes.)

There was a painting that screamed to her, making her stop in her tracks. Sat there, crouched in misery a headless and heartless body. A body without head and a heart. The ribcage rested open visibly in it's chest as if the heart had been clawed and picked right apart from it's place . A crack ran down it's shoulders starting from the shoulder blades that glowed in despondent brightness of it's blood. It's head sat pretty right upon it's body, angled in a way that made it seem like it belonged to the body, yet detached. And it's heart crumpled and torn was kept caged in a tainted glass.

There were too many little complex details that made this work of art just so tragic yet undeniably alluring.

“Lacuna ”,

whispered a voice like whoosh of a cold breeze in her ear.

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[smoooothoperator]

Silent Night (M.S.)

A/N: HAPPY NEE YEAR!!!!! Requested by @vinylrosess (hope you like it)

The smell of Christmas was he favourite scent, the ginger of the cookies, the chocolate, the sweets. She loved going all days to the Cristmas market of her city. She walked out the rehersals of her orchestra with the red case of her violin on her back, a scarf wrapping her neck and a hat warming her head, and she crossed the market looking at every stand with a big smile on her lips.

He loved Christmas. His diary walks with his dog around the city, where he always dressed with a jumper and warm coat and a hat and a scarf, where something he enjoyed when the season ends. He also loved going to the market and watch the stands making a mental list of what he will buy for his family. But when he saw that girl, with a red violin case on her back, a grey coat and a black scarf talking with everyone with a smile on her lips, he started to go there everyday hoping to see her.

"Good night, Layla!" The man of the hot chocolate stand greeted her with a big smile. "The same as always?" He asked her knowing too well that her favourite drink was the hot chocolate with vanilla and marshmallows. "Yeah, thank you Rob" she sighed with a big smile, her sweet voice made that man smile. "How was the rehersal today, little artist?". "Oh, amazing. It starts to sound really good. I hope to see you there on the concert!". "Of course I'll be!"

He heard her. It was the first time he heard her voice. He smiled and walked closer, way of how can he say 'hi' to her on his mind, but when he was near he was speechless. "Mick! Good to see you!" The hot chocolate man greeted him with a smile. "Hi, can I have the same as always?" He asked him, not daring to look at her.

She smiled, impressed because that man k own everyone, and started ri drink her chocolate. "Well, goodnight Rob! Goodnight, Mick" she smiled and started to walk away, cursing herself because she said the name of an stranger.

Mick couldn't believe it. She said his name, and it sounds angelic. "Did the Cupid arrow's stabbed your heart, lover boy?" Rob asked him with a smirk on his lips. He witnessed how Mick looked for her since the start of the Christmas market, the way his eyes lighted up when he found her red violin case in the crowd, and how awkward he was when she walked near him. "Go, talk to her" he cheered Mick.

She knows about him. She knows who he is, the blond guy that always was looking for her, and her secret admirer. And today was the first time she heard his name. Mick. And she heard his voice, it was a soft and light voice. Smiling, she drank her chocolate while walking through the streets, going to her house. "Wait!" She heard that voice again, and she turned around, looking at the blond man a few feet behind her. "Hey" she smiled looking how he walked closer. "I'm Mick" he introduced himself and she giggled. "I know, I said your name before" she smiled. "What's your name?". "Layla" Layla. He smiled and nodded, sighing happily. "I hope to see you again, Layla"

And they did. They saw each other again. All days on the same spot forna whole month and a half. She went for hot chocolate and he was there with her cup on his hands and a big smile.

"Hey, I'm going to do a little dinner with some friends on my house... do you want to come?" He asked her while they were walking though the snowy streets. "Oh? Really? That could be nice" she answered and Mick smiled. "I usually spend New Years Eve alone since I came here to study, but I really appreciate you inviting me".

So she went. She went to his house with her favourite wine on her hands and a big smile on her lips. When he passed the doorbell the first thing she heard were the barks of a dog. She smiled and the door opened, Mick was dressed with a white shirt and a white jumper on top, his hair styled like she never saw on him. "You look so good" he sighed with a smile. She was breathtaking, that red dress that let him see her leg and her hair styled with little braids. "And you look so handsome" she said smiling, walking inside his house.

She met his friends, she helped him with the dinner and played with his dog. His heart melted everytime he heard her laughing with his friends. She was happy there, glad that he invited her because her, surrounded that people of her age, people that welcomed her with a warm hug. She was happy because she felt the entire dinner his eyes on her, making her blush everytime their eyes connected. She was happy because he was there.

The countdown to welcome the new year came. She sat on the couch looking with a smile the two couples that were on the dinner, that were hugging and waiting ti have a kiss to welcome the year. She sighed and walked to the backyard, looking at the stars. Deeply inside of her she knows that her family is safe celebrating the new year.

"Hey, you are going to get cold" Mick said walking out to the backyard with a blanket on his arms to cover her shoulders with it. "It's the countdown, I normally do this, look at the stars" I said looking at him. "My family do the same thing all years, they look up at the sky and rise their glasses for me and I rise my glass for them". Mick smiled, feeling how hisheart melted when she rised her glass up to the sky and drank her champagne. "You are not alone this year" he whispered, stepping closer to her and grabbing her hand, looking into her eyes. Those green eyes that follow him on his dreams, those green eyes that became his favourite thing to look at un the world. "Yeah, you're right" she sighed.

It was 23:57. Mick's friends where inside the house. His dig, Layla and him where outside looking at the stars. Tomorrow, she will be playing her violin on a concert hall full of people, welcoming the new year with what she loved to do. But right now, she doesn't want the time to flow, she wants to stay in that moment. The moment where he wrapped his arm on her waist pulling her closer to him. The moment she turned around slowly and wrapped her arms on his neck. The moment where his friends where screaming on the livingroom the countdown while they were looking deep into their eyes. The moment where they started to lean into each other and their lips met welcoming the new year. That moment. Their moment.

She heads his friends. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year". But she didn't care. Their lips were connected, welcoming the new year with him, his arms wrapped on her waist and her arms wrapped on his neck, pulling their bodies closer to each other. When they parted away they were looking into their eyes, telling without words many things. She was playing with the hair of his neck, smiling sweetly when he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Happy new year, mein liebe" he whispered with a smile.

And with that smile, his blue eyes looking at her, she knew that it was going to be a happy year. A happy year with him.

[americano-jowajowa]

✒ [ 00:50 ] Highly SUGGESTIVE || Bang Chan — wc: 1105

You laid your head down on Chan's pillow, digging yourself deeper into his soft matress as he started to cover the both of you with his blankets. Currently you're in the boys' shared dorm, to be more specific, Chan's bed and right beside him. It was one of those rare days when the younger ones went out to spend their free days with shopping or gaming, which also meant that it's those rare days when you and Chan can get some alone time together with no disturbance at all. Sweetly and carefully, he fixed the matress and pillows for you, knowing all too well that you are beyond sore to even move an inch after his rough love session with you. You just quietly laid down, chest facing the bed and cute butt to the ceiling, eyes closed and breathings soft, both of you still barely clothed. Upon seeing your exhausted state, he smiled at you, caressing your head whilst fixing your messy hair, then he proceeded to get himself comfortable and get into his most favorite postion... Basically on top of you. He loves it as it made him feel like he was protecting you, caging you and showing who's the dominant one while you also sumbit yourself to him, he absolutely loves knowing that you allow yourself to be vulnerable underneath him, and its all because you trust him and love him so much. He laid on your back still supporting some of his weight with his elbows, pelvis just resting on top of a soft cushion that is your butt and he began to leave sweet kisses across your back. When you let out a light whimper, he suddenly grew concerned and asked..

"Was I too rough?" You could easily hear the worry in his voice and that made you laugh in your half-asleep state. "Nah, I just love your kisses..." Hearing your reply he was instantly calmed and he give you more loving pecks. This time, he proceeded to rock his hips and grind his crotch against your butt, enjoying the warm and soft sensations on his lower regions. "Go to sleep, baby." Chan muttered near your ears while he began to leave love marks on your neck. You nodded a bit, deciding not to reply and focus on the soothing sensations he was giving you to distract you from your soreness. The rocking of his body against yours was surprisingly relaxing, both of you still naked every inch which also meant his warm shaft glided onto your butt, and it made you fall asleep even more rather than turn you on. His body was warm on yours, his kisses all over you and his hand continuing to caress your hair, it all made you fall asleep even faster.

Despite his attempts to make you fall asleep with such gestures, it wasn't easy for Chan. Grinding against your ass was one of his biggest turn ons but he knew that when you're tired it eases your body even more and you fall into deeper sleep. So as he continued to grind on you, he might have hardened a little and he resisted the urge to just slip inside you. You may have given him consent about doing it in your sleep, but rather than falling into temptation, he prefer you have your sleep today since you were so good to him. You Always are. Just as Chan was about to stand up and get things fixed before the boys get home, a knock sounded from the door to his room. Chan flinched at that, not because he was afraid to get caught, which he isn't by the way but mostly because it might wake you up. The boys seem to be early, or maybe one of them decided to come back early. He let out a quiet reply but definitely loud enough for them to hear. "Just a second,..." He finally got out of the bed, covered you up better, however, as he was reaching out for his boxers the knocking got louder. He sighed, now beginning to feel frustrated. "I said, one moment." This time he hissed, flipping his boxers so he could wear them properly but before he could...

"Hyung!! Hyunjin just spilled Iced Americano on me! He's trying to get revenge again for—" It was Han, and boy was his voice loud. Due to that, you stirred in your sleep, waking up from all the noise. You looked so lost and confused, Chan began to feel pissed off at Han for disturbing your sweet slumber and so he marched to the door, still not in his boxers. He also didnt forget to grab a roll of wet wipes. Once he reached the door he harshly pulled it open to reveal an Americano Drenched Han Jisung. The younger boy was so confused, eyes scanned Chan before regretting to look down because not only did he looked furious, his little friend looked like it as well. Chan shoved the wipes onto Han's chest, and before turning away he sneered at him. "Next time, if I tell you to wait. You better wait or so help me, I will—"

"Channie, can I have some cuddles??" Your sweet voice suddenly rang in the room, quickly taming the beast within your boyfriend that was about to unleash. Han finally understood got the gist of the situation and became speechless. It wasnt because you were probably having some love session with Chan, everybody knows that, but its because he thought probably interrupted you two in the middle of it. Chan glared at the boy first before slamming the door at his face. It was probably really rude, but he kinda deserved it.

Turning away, Han walked back into the other room to change his shirt, and as he did so, his phone rang saying that he got a message from Hyunjin and the boys.

Mr.Llama: Dude, how did it go?? What's his reaction?

AllRounderQuokka: He's a Big Dicc

SoonieDoongieDori: I told you, Seungmin you owe me dinner.

DandySeungmo: Feed yourself.

FreckledBrownies: Whot?? Channie hyung is usually so nice... What happened??

AllRounderQuokka: IT WAS A TYPO, I meant to say He HAS a Big DICC

BabyBread: my eyes—

Dwaekki(ri?): I see he is a man of principles. Mad respecc 👍

AllRounderQuokka: I mean.. Well, he was a Big Dicc as well, he slammed the door on my face

ChrisReynolds: Yes, and if ever any of you pull this shizz on me and my baby again, I'll lock you all out of the dorm...

[falsegoodnight]

these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, podfics, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with *.

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 25th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because otherwise this is going to be obnoxiously long. 

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main list ~

✰ black cherries and chocolate by @harryanthus​ | NR | 666 (intense and jarring in the best way. this leaves you with that heart-racing feeling and panic crawling up your throat)

There is something or well, someone in the walls.

✰ keep secrets just to keep you by @hadestyles​ | T | 1k (loved this so much!! and need 1000000 more royalty abos from rori immediately)

“With the elements as my witness, I take you to be my husband. My heartbeat begins with you and ends with you, Louis Tomlinson.” Louis sinks to his knees as well, salty tears mixing with the pure rainwater. “And I take you as mine. My heart beats for you and with you.”

✰ bitter coffee and sweet love by @dontfuckwithmyotp​ | G | 1k (so cute and sweet!! proud of you ari for getting your first fic out and excited to see what you do next!)

“Hello! Welcome to The Busy Bean! Are you new?” Louis blinked in surprise at the voice and looked around to find the source. “Behind you,” The person tapped his shoulder once and he whirled around at the unexpected touch.

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to interrupt a person—” His rant stopped when he finally faced them. It was a guy—Harry Styles, according to his small black name tag. His eyes widened in embarrassment.

✰ turn your mic off, baby by @vogueharrystan​ | E | 2k (i love when lilli writes harry’s pov. this was so hot!)

Louis walks around the house naked all day and ignores Harry to play video games instead. Harry gets tired of it.

✰ This Could Be Love by mulletharry | G | 2k (such a cute and perfect little valentine’s day fic! put the biggest smile on my face <3)

Harry and Louis have been together for four months. They spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

✰ you appear as my soul by @hadestyles​​ | T | 2k (so gorgeous and raw)

He aches — not as much as Louis, he could never imagine all that he bears quietly — and as cruel as it sounds, it keeps reminding him of how fragile they are.

✰ the energy from your body by sweetielouis | E | 3k (hilarious, hot, and cute!)

Harry and his friends have a popular podcast, for the Valentines Day special they get a bit drunk and talk a bit too comfortably about their friends arses.

It's a good thing Louis doesn't mind it all that much. 

✰ look how i remember by @harryanthus​ | M | 4k (this left me speechless and aching)

He hates it, he wants to scream and tell Harry as much. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me as if we are in love. Kiss me like you will never do it again. Kiss me with so much hatred that it turns back to love.

✰ Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup​ | G | 5k (so so cute and funny!!)

"That chunky oversized sweater is like a clown outfit made for winter."

It feels like time slows down.

Those words echo in his mind, familiar. Why are they familiar? The— the sweater he saw last week. The one with all the knit squares.

The train slows to a stop and Louis just— he doesn’t move. He feels frozen in place as people surge around him. Suddenly everyone is moving too fast and then just as suddenly the car is near empty, taking off again.

The man is gone.

His soulmate is gone.

✰ reckless serenade by @thepolourryexpress​ | E | 4k (adorable and funny and amazing!)

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

✰ dancing in the moonlight by @outropeace​ | E | 5k (need 100k more of this immediately, thanks. so wonderful)

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

✰ The truth is, the stars are falling by larrysbeanies | E | 5k (hot!!! walking-in trope that i love so much)

Harry knows Louis is gay. Hell, he came out to Harry exactly two months ago (when the dreadful dry spell started) because it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that his one night stands were men. And, you know, they’re best friends so there aren’t supposed to be secrets and all that.

Thing is, Louis told Harry he’s gay ergo, Harry is aware that Louis likes men. Why the fuck did he act so normal while fingering him three days ago, then? Is this something straight guys do to their gay best friends in Harry’s world?

Louis would really like to know.

✰ to be used and to be in love by @thelesserneptune​ | E | 5k (blessed that this is a series. really hot and cute!)

Louis doesn't know why his filthy best friend turned into a vanilla boyfriend and thinks of the perfect birthday present to solve that problem.

✰ on the borderline by @princelouisau​ | E | 8k (the way danielle writes... poetry. this broke me down and then stitched me back up <3)

Louis makes his choice.

✰ One Step Closer by agrinwithouthiscat | G | 12k (reading asexual hl fics is instant comfort and this was lovely)

The one fake relationship AU where they don't end up together.

✰ i glow pink in the night by @raspberryoatss​ | E | 12k (hybrid louis perfection, beautiful writing, characters, and story as always!)

Harry reads a lot of articles about hybrids and Louis is determined to prove them wrong.

✰ The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by @speakingwithink | G | 13k (asexual hl again! this one made me cry) 

Louis sits on his hands to stop them from shaking as he adds, ‘and I’m ace.’ If only he had glitter, he thinks. Coming out deserves a bit of sparkle.

✰ Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou​ | M | 13k (enemies with benefits to lovers goodness! so hot and entertaining)

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

✰ hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | NR | 16k (this writer’s atmosphere/prose draws me in every time. such a lovely story)

Harry's in the army, Louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

✰ The Future is Now by @jacaranda-bloom​ | E | 16k (love fics in this five times format and this one was so unique and cool!! and the friends to lovers aspect = chef’s kiss)

Five times Louis follows the fortunes to seek out his true love, and the one time he realises that what he's been searching for might've been right in front of him the whole time.

✰ Visceral Heat & Carnal Highs by @theisolatedlily​ | E | 18k (the prose in this... gorgeous. so fucking good and addicting. delighted that there’s going to be a sequel and excited for whatever lily does next!)

Louis is a demon at a house party prowling for a meal, indulging in horrendous sins to satisfy his hunger. Harry is the talk of the night, beckoning all eyes on him and the reason why Louis’s plan goes awry.

✰ deFENCEless by @solvetheminourdreams​ | T | 27k (this was so cute and so funny and i had the biggest smile on my face the entire time. not surprised since stef always evokes that in me with her writing)

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

✰ darling, you give love a bad name by snowcaplou | M | 29k (been waiting for this one since summer and i wasn’t disappointed! so wonderful and real!)

Louis’ has been best friends with Gemma all his life in this stupid little town he’s grown to hate. What happens when, after one night together with his best friend’s brother, he falls pregnant? Surrounded by small minds and conservative cultures, Louis has to deal with parents that demand they do the “right” thing. Get married before anybody finds out.

✰ The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson* by @helloamhere​ | T | 31k (will never not be an all-time favorite. louis’ character is my absolute favorite - gothic heroine indeed - and harry is the best dramatic gay ghost ever <3)

Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

✰ begged and borrowed time by @bottomlwt​ | M | 40k (this concept was so unique and so cool!! loved the medieval setting and the time travel and how everything fit together in the end!!)

“It wasn’t until 1568 that it became time for Prince Harry to find a queen and prepare to rule. However, the day he was set to choose his bride-to-be, he mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again despite the multiple search parties that went on through the years. To this day, historians still do not know what happened with the infamous Prince Styles case..."

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees.* by @daddyharrie​ | E | 45k (definition of ris comfort read - on nth reread and still love it wholly. makes me miss la which is an astonishing feat in itself) 

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

✰ haunted by the ghost of you* by @missandrogyny​ | E | 49k (perhaps my favorite fic of all time? the humor, the characters, the angst?!?! all the britney spears!! and pink ouija boards and wikihow!!)

He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.

Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

✰ like real people do by @eeveelou​ | E | 64k (this was... so amazing. the characters were so wonderfully written and so was the journey of healing and growth that louis undertakes over the story :’) loved the contrast between l and h’s lives and how they fit into each other still so perfectly)

Jessica Jones AU in which the dead stay where they belong, featuring Zayn as the high-powered lawyer with a hopeless crush on his assistant Liam, Niall as the constantly stoned but strangely insightful neighbor, Harry as Manhattan’s media darling, and Louis as the never-was hero who’s just trying to pick up the pieces.

✰ Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule | T | 93k (i actually can’t remember if i’ve read this before??? either way - it was wonderful! loved the setting and atmosphere and the supernatural elements! i was so intrigued from the first sentence onwards)

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

podfics ~

✰ tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz​ & read by @softlouislove​ | T (hannah’s voice is so lovely and perfect for reading aloud - and ofc the fic itself is amazing)

Harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip. Louis is a nice change of pace. 

wips ~

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved​ | E | 60k | 6/16 (just caught up fully today but i’m really enjoying everything! this is everything i’ve ever wanted in a fantasy fic)

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies​ | E | 39k | 3/10 (having a blast reading this one!! i’ve never seen the bachelor in my life but in fic-format, it’s so fun!)

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

✰ The Night Still Whispers Sins of Old by @toomanydreamers​ | E | 6k | 2/? (loving this so much, as expected. can’t wait to see how everything unfolds)

Two and a half years have passed since the fateful day when Louis and Harry were crowned Triwizard champions. Confronted with misunderstandings, wounded pride and heartache, Louis stumbled away from the possibility of a future relationship with Harry. Instead, he buried himself into relentless work as a junior Auror and refused to let himself be vulnerable with another person. Circumstances change that force Louis to confront his feelings - and Harry. Stolen glances, picnics at sunrise, thrilling adventures, original spellwork, midnight feasts, soft lips and cautious second chances culminate in an unforgettable mission - but will it be enough to mend their relationship?

non-1d ~

✰ like a bullet needs a gun by @millsxwriting​ | T | 21k | wilds au (despite me having no context, mills still got me to fall in love with toni and shelby. this was so cute and lovely!!)

Toni doesn’t expect to fall for anyone in her senior year. Least of all for Shelby Goodkind, the new girl that arrived in town just before the end of summer. In fact, Toni can’t even look at her for longer than two seconds, or listen to more than three sentences coming out of her mouth without wanting to accidentally push her off a cliff. 

Cue a group project and endless bickering, and suddenly Toni finds herself with an unbearable crush.

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*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

[babytortie]

baby birds

baby birds. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

summary: in which stanley finally breaks and distances himself from the loser’s group. the reader finds him alone and helps him cope to feel better.

warning: lots of fluff. <3

contains: slight mentioning of insecurities.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 15 years old in this one-shot.

~ 2.4k words.

it's been a couple of days since stanley showed up at the loser's clubhouse and the group was getting anxious. the curly haired teen always showed up after school when the group wanted to hang out. recently, he's made excuses for the past three times they've all hung out though.

"where's stan the man at?" mike broke the silence, uncrossing his legs and getting up from the couch to sit by bill instead. previously, he had been sitting with y/n and beverly. somehow but not before banging it around a few times and ben having to fix the walls, they managed to get the couch inside one weekend.

it was a hand-me down from the denbrough's garage. only deemed safe and clean after eddie tore it apart. the cushions and pillows were shampooed, as well as, a finishing touch of spray downs with two cans of lysol.

"maybe ed's mom is cheating on me and he's with her right now?" richie snickered, glancing up at the others from the hammock to see all of them unamused and letting out groans.

in his hand was the newest comic and for the past couple of minutes he'd been browsing through it. although, the tozier teen was not completely paying attention since he was mesmerized with eddie's face. the sunlight peeked through the wooden cracks and all of the asthmatic boy's freckles dusted perfectly along his skin.

the shorter boy was talking with bill who sat a few feet away from them and overheard the lanky boy's comment through mid-conversation. in return, he leaned over from the other side of the hammock and smacked richie's arm. "don't call me eds! how many times do i have to tell you that? also, i already have a nick name and it's eddie."

he swatted eddie's arm away and of course dramatically rubbed his arm a few times. with another occasional adjustment made to his coke-bottle glasses, richie pouted and put his arms up in exaggeration. "oh right sorry about that eddie spaghetti. but i don't know then. y/n?" he asked, automatically assuming you had answers about the curly haired teenager’s whereabouts.

beverly was in the middle of braiding y/n's hair and rolled her eyes. she let go of your strands and quickly smoothed them out. this was making you able to turn face-forward instead of the current side-ways position on the couch that you now only shared with her.

before reacting to the richie's remark, you gave beverly a sympathetic smile. an awfully long minute went by before you finally acknowledged tozier. he was still cackling though and everyone, including you, could tell it was full of nervousness.

"seriously, richie? i've talked to stanley just as much as the rest of you the last couple of days." you stated with a glare then shrugged before leaning back against the couch cushions.

"y-yeah, just bec-cause y/n and stan a-are love b-birds doesn't m-mean they keep tab-bs on each other all t-the time. ri-ight guys?" bill smirked.

beverly immediately put a hand over her mouth to contain the giggles threatening to spill out. she risked her luck and turned to gaze in your direction but you were already taking note of this with an eyebrow raised.

"are you alright there, beverly?" ben asked out of concern. because of her skin complexion, her face was easily able to turn bright red. he hasn't been paying much attention to the conversation with being zoned out into another good story. hanscom's face had been happily stuffed into an interesting book from the library.

"i'm sorry! sorry, it's just stanley and birds. good one bill!" she stumbled over her words from laughter. after a moment of hearing beverly and richie snickering together, like they were high, the others couldn't help but start hollering and whistling too.

"yep, laugh it up. glad to be of service for the jokes of today." shouting playfully which only caused a channeling of an inner-richie. you grabbed the couch arm for balance and stood up. they watched as you bowed twice then sat back down like the tozier teen would have been doing if he were the one in this situation.

the group would always tease you and stan. this causing the both of you to always blush in result and look anywhere in the room but each other while full of embarrassment.

the crazy thing was that what they said was true. neither of you wanted to admit first though and it was just another daily topic for the group. the other six members wished one of you would just open up and discuss the feelings you two bottled inside. no use still and after months of teasing, you nor stanley backed down yet.

"does anybody know where he'd be at right now?" mike paused to take a glimpse at his watch then added, "at four-thirty? he wouldn't go home so soon yet with his dad being off today."

the group was silent, none knew and the fact you and stan had a secret spot was not common shared information either. you contemplated for a moment before thinking what the hell? and just spoke up with a reply before you could take it back. "yeah, in fact i do. i'll see you guys later."

to avoid their stares, you didn't dare catching their reactions. instead taking that time to lean over the side of the couch and grab your backpack from school, lazily putting the straps around your shoulders.

"see, what'd i tell you?" richie smirked, leaning over in the hammock towards bill for a high five who did not return it but had a grin of his own. ben placed a bookmark into the open pages to mark the spot he left off on. after this, he gave beverly a look. this expression was one similar eddie was giving to mike.

"see you later guys!" you bid farewell once more and climbed the clubhouse stairs to venture off. you stifled a chuckle as you started to walk away, hearing them all burst out mixed comments of confusion and excitement.

about thirty minutes of walking later, you reached the woods surrounding the quarry. there was a ridge in the rocks off to the side which lead to a path. one wouldn't notice it from afar without really inspecting the vicinity.

it was about half a mile and stan was usually there with a towel laid out and his back against one of the trees. a perfect crease-free bird book splayed out on top of his lap and a pair of binoculars in the teen's hands.

recently if stanley were home he'd be in his room. with a lock on his door, he laid while reading books front to back and cover to cover. which was probably what he did last night except, the perfectionist took his sweet ol' time. this was to memorize every picture of the birds and the facts about them that was printed across the crisp pages.

before doing anything, you adjusted the long sleeves of the black and white flannel tied around your waist. your chucks nervously toed in the dirt gravel and you let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding. curiously studying stan after that and noticing your prediction wasn’t far off. it was actually almost spot on except the book was nowhere to be found.

"this seat taken?" you asked, pointing towards the empty spot on the towel next to him. the uris teen jumped a bit, probably zoned out on a bird that was perched on the branch a few trees away from where you and stan were.

he looked over to you, a smile gracing his face. "it is now." uris was never bothered by the fact you often crashed the private bird-watching hobby of his. you knew he enjoyed quiet time in complete silence besides the occasional birds chirping. this was how it was found out that you had taken a liking to often just sitting and relaxing with your favorite person.

you started to move quickly by placing your backpack down before either of you could change his mind. with your hands placed on the back of your tied flannel, you crouched down before finding a comfortable position to sit in. then reaching into the bag, you retrieved the water bottle to take a sip.

after putting it back away, you sneaked a peek at him and saw that he was already watching you. your face flushed and you quickly faced away. not wanting to make a big deal of it, you started a conversation instead.

"you ready to talk yet?" you questioned, not wanting to push him but had already gave him a few minutes to gather his thoughts. he was an over-thinker. you knew him so well that almost all of the time, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head.

he watched the bird in the binoculars once more. admiring the red and orange colorful feathers before setting it down on the other side of him. letting out a loud sigh, he pondered. "i don't know y/n. am i a disappointment to you?"

stan? stanley uris? you opened your mouth and closed it again quite speechless with disbelief. disappointment? why would the person who you think is the definition of perfect think that he is a disappointment?"

“no way bubs! never." you stated in the most serious tone you've ever used to reassure him. looking into his brown eyes you noticed a few golden flecks that always caught in the sunlight. stan was a beautiful person inside and out but y/n hoped that he knew that.

"are you sure?" he asked, sheepishly and glanced down at his hands. if stanley couldn’t look you directly into the eyes, there was definitely something wrong. you took this as a chance to open up some feelings of your own and grabbed his left hand with your right, interlocking the fingers.

his breath hitched at the sight and he observed your hands together. a pair that fit perfectly and he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought. being as you were still confused, he took this as an appropriate moment to peer up at your face but he caught your eye again instead.

stan felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. figuring he should just tell you sooner or later, he let you know. "uh, so ever since the bar mitzvah, my dad and i have been distant. i just feel like i’m his disgraced son and a failure all the time."

he half-whispered the whole thing. inside he was feeling so ashamed that he told you this with such a sad tone full of dejection. this was shocking, making you completely quiet for a few moments to process the explanation. the tears had won, prickling and slowly starting to glaze over his eyes. your heart was breaking into pieces at the sight.

"it's been like almost two years though? maybe he doesn't know how to go about the situation. you should just get to the bottom of it and confront him tomorrow stanny." suggesting with a soft smile on your lips.

“i don’t know about that y/n, but thanks.” he chuckled, subtly glancing at your lips before clearing his throat and looking away again. while he watched the area, you rested into the crook of his neck. on the towel between the two of you was your right hand still intertwined with his. your eyes flickered up to scan the tree trunks. you gasped loudly at the sight above and patted stanley’s arm to grab his attention.

the two of you watched the branches above closely, your fingers squeezing his tightly while watching in awe. a bird’s nest was leaned up against the trunk of tree. you and stanley sat in silence to witness it. being as it was so quiet now, the only sounds that could be heard were little chirps coming from it.

“is that baby birds?” you whispered excitedly. rubbing over his thumb with yours. he watched how your face softened in awe. truly appreciating that you enjoyed when he shared this specific hobby with you.

his eyes widened when he finally realized the feeling in his stomach. butterflies. probably a whole zoo full of them. that was how much he liked, no, loved you. he shook his head and snickered at the fact you had the decency to talk quietly. “no need to whisper, y/n/n. we’ve been talking out loud this whole time. so, they won’t leave.”

you giggled; a sound that made him feel all mushy inside. stan loved your laugh and knew that if you asked him to do anything right now that he would in fact do it. smoothly letting go of your hand, he moved it rub your shoulder in comfort.

this was until you felt him slowly replacing the position of his fingers and they were repositioned underneath your chin. tilting your head upwards gently, he whispered softly now. it was almost as if he was scared that if he raised his voice to much, it would ruin the moment. “is this okay?”

the curly haired boy looked into your eyes for reassurance and you stumbled over a response by his sudden rush of confidence. lost in shock by his brown and golden flecked eyes, all you could get out was chopped, raspy response. “of course, bubs.”

stanley leaned in slowly, still a bit afraid you would change your mind. proving him wrong you quickly followed to meet him halfway. his lips finally brushed against yours and you felt his hand rub along your cheek with such delicacy. you scooted closer so you could easily put your hand in stan’s hair and massage his curls. he let out a small moan and smiled into the kiss.

before he pulled away slightly to let the two of you breathe, he rubbed your cheek once more. you kissed both corners of his lips and then his nose. a sweet laugh falling from his lips at the gestures.

you grabbed his hand again, playfully sizing them together and he watched. casually asking, “so do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“of course, i’d love to stanny!” grinning you leaned in to peck his lips once more but it turned into a small passionate kiss instead. after you both pulled away again, he questioned with a smirk. “should we tell the others, babylove?”

you let out a small hum, as if you were thinking of an answer. though, you broke the act with a smirk. one that he caught and snickered already knowing how this was going to go.

it wasn’t a hard decision, seeing as you felt like returning a little pay back of your own from all of the teasing. so, your response was simple. “nope. let’s see how long it takes for them to figure it out.”

© babytortie on tumblr + wattpad.

[nowheretobefound101]

Hogwarts AU

Simple edits of destressing

Elsa: *clears her throat* Errhmm... Mr. Frost, why do you suddenly ditched Professor Snape's class?

Jack: Excuse me, Ms. top of her class, but you were also ditching your own class as well.

Elsa: Ha... Wait... WHAT AM I DOING HERE WITH YOU?!

Jack: Ask it for yourself.

Elsa: *panicking around the corner*

Jack: First time? Here come close to me, hold my hands, and trust me with something.

Elsa: Answer my question first! Hey--

Jack: *forcefully grabs Elsa's hand and holds it tight* I know how to shut you for a second. Ohh wait THIS IS SO AMAZING!!

Elsa: Coincidence? what?

Jack: Stop questioning and just look at the sky right now.

Elsa: *amazed at what Jack's looking at*

Jack: Quite a beautiful sunset isn't it?

Elsa: You're ri--

Jack: But you're more beautiful enjoying your first ditching in classes.

Elsa: *hides her reddish cheeks and became speechless*

Jack: You already know that I am advanced within my studies and I also ditching class is fun, isn't it?

Elsa: You are really this mischievous, Jack but don't be surprised if I pay back you with this *softly kisses his cheek*

Jack: *blushed shown throughout his face* EHH! AHH! WHAA!

Elsa: Don't mess up with a studious girl like me.

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Jack: Can you do my homework, Hiccup?

Hiccup: What the heck? You are way too advance in our lessons and you can't even answer the homework on your own?

Jack: Geez, I just don't like to read some books, to search in the library, to find so-

Hiccup: Blah... blah... blah. Jack, just. quit. mumbling. your. excuses!

Jack: C'mon Hiccup, I'll gonna teach you some spells that I learned recently as a return.

Hiccup: You can't lure me, yet, I can lure you.

Jack: Spill it out now.

Hiccup: Do your homework or else, I will spill every embarrassing moment that you have.

Jack: I don't mind, I know that you can't do i-

Hiccup: *suddenly called Elsa who is seating on not too far away from them*

Jack: OKAY OKAY!! I'LL DO MY HOMEWORK!!!

Hiccup: *smirks* you're too lucky that this place is always crowded.

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Hiccup: Are you sure about this?

Merida: (speaks in her accent) Geez, I was born to fight though. Don't tell me you're already backing out seeing those--

Hiccup: What! No... I'm not... I... I just wanna tell you to play safe and... Uhmm, good luck!

Merida: (speaks in her accent) For how many times I was gonna tell you that I am getting annoyed when you're being sweet.

Hiccup: Err.. No... Yes... Maybe... But I just want to bid you good luck before the Quidditch starts.

Merida: (speaks in her accent) Then, why you're ears are red? and you were also doing some cutting-the-lines-because-you-are- stuttering.

Hiccup: Well, hahaha... I guess I can't really-

Merida: (speaks in her accent) Husshh! I am also annoyed with myself that I can't stop my heart to beat differently when you are like that. Oh, shoot. The games starting, GOOD LUCK, HICCUP!! Let's bring home the bacon!

Hiccup: *still his ears are red* Uh.. yeah... GOOD LUCK!

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This is just Pitch Black potraying Professor Severus Snape :>

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Ohh yas, The Big Four as students in Hogwarts.

P.S. I based their houses based on my perspectives 'cuz honestly, there were too many opinions about this one and I can't choose between them all😅

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This is a scene where Jack is teaching Elsa some spells that are taught in their Charm class, of course, even though Elsa is such a gifted one with both knowledge and beauty. Well, Jack is kinda an easy-going student who barely listens to his classes, however, his skills surpass anyone in their class. Also, if there were chances that Slytherin and Ravenclaw have the same class, Jack will always find a way to be with Elsa who is quite opposite of his, yet, Jack is the only person Elsa can easily get along with (Of course, it is her Slytherin boyfriend after all :>)

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Elsa: Why did you fight back with them?

Jack: Why are you questioning it if it is already obvious?

Elsa: I know, I know... But you shouldn't always risk yourself for me.

Jack: I want to risk myself to you, Elsa rather than regretting that I had done nothing.

Elsa: But they will never stop hunting me until they get what they want from me.

Jack: Then I must PROTECT you from them.

Elsa: Hayst... I have nothing to complain about anymore. And again, thank you for saving me again, Jack.

Jack: Okay, I am also sorry for making you worry. Here, I'll take that clothe in your hand. I can manage to wipe this blood of mine.

Elsa: Nope, I'll do it. Just take this as your reward.

Jack: Well, I can't argue with that if you insist. Let's inform the others especially your sister about what happened, okay. No hiding.

Elsa: Yes, but I don't also want to make them worry about me.

Jack: Hey.. hey... snowflakes, listen, they only worry because they cared about you and willing to help you as their loyal friend. I also worry about you because I also cared and don't want to see someone hurt my precious ones.

Elsa: Woah, I'm surprised that you're becoming a poet at this moment, huh. But, thank you. You really do know how to persuade me woth comfort.

Jack: So, can I asked for something?

Elsa: Okay, you're back to the Jack I knew. *laughs* What is it, by the way?

Jack: A kiss can heal a wound.

Elsa: That's not true.

Jack: Yes, it is.

Elsa: No, it not.

Jack: You can't agree with me 'cuz you need some privacy, do you?

Elsa: Well... Uhhh... *blushed*

Jack: I see, After this, we were going somewhere. And honestly, you are the best nurse that I ever had.

Elsa: *flattering much* Ahh... Well... Thanks! But where is that place you are taking me?

Jack: I don't wanna spill my surprise though so be patient. *gives off a smile*

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

4. The missing piece

| Prompt used- Caressing others hands | [ Fluff comfort ]

" you have to move on Harry, it's not just unhealthy but wrong to yourself. All you do is sulk around here and it's simply worrisome to everyone " Hermione expressed. Harry admired her effort to come here and try to talk to harry but it simply now felt like a wasted time. It had been almost 7 months since Harry and Draco broke up and harry have had a disastrous time moving on. To conclude he couldn't. Hermione even tried setting him up with a few guys and girls but he didn't hit it off . He just couldn't move on from that blond head he still loved so much and he was to blame .

" I have mione , I have " Harry lied as he took out beer from the fridge and passed one to Hermione .

" so then you'll be going to pansy's wedding ?" Harry dreaded upon hearing the words . He knew attending her wedding meant seeing Draco and he wasn't sure he could do that, not after how they had broken up and he knew she deliberately bought it up.

" I don't think so , I've got that case I've been working on and it's been a hectic one-"

" you and I both know that's a lie " Hermione bellowed. She wasn't blind, it was clear that harry was always lying maybe because a part of him was afraid of saying the truth or maybe because he wasn't confident enough to hear his own words anymore.

" Harry either you have to move on or you have to simply forget him. You can't keep lying to you and me . I know you can't forget him, it would be completely blantly stupid. "

" Hermione I understand your worry but I will move on one day alright . Maybe today's not one of those days alright" Harry told her calmly

" but Harry -"

" Hermione please " Harry simply plead. Hermione sighed and drank her beer again .

" what if he's still in love with you too ?" The words bolted something through him , He'd be a fool if he said he didn't like the sound of it but he knew Draco , he moved on fast , faster than spells. He would never wait for him and he knew that but still he liked the sound of Draco still being in love with him .

" I know he has moved on " Harry told her as if too obvious.

" you don't know that Harry, maybe he hasn't . Maybe he's just as terrible as you . I see him Harry and he doesn't seem like someone who have moved on . Infact when I asked him about his date to the wedding he said he didn't have any and if he haven't then maybe give it another try. You're Harry and Draco for Merlin's sake " Hermione exclaimed .

" mione accept it, we like everyone else broke okay. I know him better than anyone, I know he might have moved on by now " Harry sighed

" might have ? So a part of you still believe that he might not have ?" Hermione questioned containing her excitement .

Harry exhaled " i- I don't know but it might be possible , alright. Draco's not heartless-"

" there you go then , then maybe you should go and talk to him -"

" are you insane -"

" what if he's actually waiting for you ?" Hermione asked

Harry sighed " I don't think so mione "

" you wouldn't know until ask him "

" I'm not seeing him mione. It's a completely ridiculous idea. If he wanted to see me then he would've owled me or something" Harry replied sternly

" harry, you have to admit you gave up too soon-"

" so what if I did ? It isn't like me going away mattered to him anyways !" Harry bellowed

" don't you dare pin all of this on him harry, you were as wrong as he was, did you try to apologise to him even once? It takes two to mess up something " Hermione agitated

" it's over mione okay , it doesn't matter, we're both better off without each other-"

" no you both are not okay. I see you both and you're both just lying to yourselves and I can see how unhappy you are" Hermione yelled back.

" look harry, I may not be some love guru or something but if there's one thing I know it's that what you guys had, it doesn't happen to everyone. You loved each other harry, you guys were and will always be great together and you know I'm right when I say you'll never find anyone like him " Hermione sighed. It was true, what harry and draco had, it was great, it was much more than great and maybe, just maybe harry had given up too soon without giving him a chance.

" Mione-"

" harry, you know I'm right. You're dying to see him again. You miss him " if there was pity in her voice she didn't even try to conceal it. It broke him because it was true, he missed draco very, very much and he couldn't ever hide how much he loved him.

" look give it another try, it's not that late alright. I'll tell him you want to stop by alright" she sounded desperate and harry hated when Hermione had to plead him to do something because Hermione don't plead and when she does, her instincts are always right.

" mione I don't think so it's a good idea " Harry replied giving up

" you won't know until you give it a try. If he have moved on then you'll get your closure , alright. This is important . Learn to put yourself first in life Harry " Hermione said affectionately.

" fine , I'll do it but you don't have to do anything" Harry complied and after an hour Hermione finally left . Harry didn't wanted to see Draco but a much larger part of Harry wanted to meet Draco . He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel even a little bit excited to see him again. Though he didn't wanted to go to his place unannounced so he sent a patronus claiming he would like to meet up in an hour at his place. Earning a reply from Draco , Harry decided he had to go now . Even then Harry didn't wanted to completely go , a strange fear struck his heart that maybe , just maybe Draco was already with someone else.

Still Harry showed up at Draco's place , decided to face his fear and If it doesn't work out then as Hermione said , Maybe he'll get his closure .

Harry finally rang the bell of house 14 trunt avenue and within a minute or so Draco showed up at the door .

" hi " Draco said when Harry had stood there speechless just observing him . It was a wish come true , seeing Draco again, seeing that same face again that he had kissed so many times , the face that lit up even his worst days, the face he could never get enough of and now there he stood , still the same . Only then Harry replied " hey " and then he finally looked at Draco's appearance . He was hastily clinging onto the house robes . Harry furrowed his brows but ignored the movements.

" you said you wanted to meet? " Draco asked

" oh yeah , i- how are you ?" Harry stammered .

" i- I'm fine " Draco sounding surprised . Harry heard some rustling from his house but before Harry could see anything Draco had blocked his sight .

" i- anyways - I wanted to ask -"

" Draco " someone called from inside . It sounded like a guy, his voice startled Draco .

" I didn't know you had company " Harry said frowning

" it's nothing. It's just someone f- I know " Draco clumsily replied .

" oh " Harry fell silent. He wanted to say something but this throat contracted over and over again disabling harry from forming any sentence. He looked down at this feet and swallowed his emotions but he wasn't sure if anything helped at all anymore . His worst fear invaded him , Draco had moved on and was already with Someone new . Draco had already forgotten what was it like being with Harry , he already forgotten how much he loved Harry and how much Harry loved him back .

" anyways you were asking something ?" Draco said pulling Harry out from the whirling feelings causing a storm inside him.

" ri- right yeah. Nevermind. I- I'm sorry to disturb you. I - I should go " his voice cracked as he turned around . He couldn't stay any longer, he just couldn't . Draco had moved on.

" Harry wait " he heard Draco yell behind him but Harry had already crossed the front door.

" Harry please wait " he heard Draco yell again . Harry turned around once before to get the final glimpse of the man he once loved but when he turned back around he only saw light's coming incredibly close his face .

" HARRY " was the last scream Harry remembered he heard and the last terrified look in those stormy grey eyes.

The next he remembered opening his eyes to the dingy grey room with a flickering light over his head and the window lighting up the room. Harry had no recollection of what happened after he got out of draco's house. Draco ...

" fuck you're awake " he heard someone and before he could even see who it was they had ran out but somewhere he knew that voice very well.

After the healers had checked upon harry, he was free to have visitors. One by one a few of his friends came by and talked with for a while, Ron almost yelling at harry for being a twat.

" harry there's someone who wants to meet you " Hermione said at last after exchanging glances with everyone. Before harry could've asked who it was, draco had entered the room and slowly everyone started departing.

Draco carefully sat down next to Harry's bed while harry simply looked at the other wall.

" ha-" draco cleared his throat and tried again " harry " but harry didn't reply

" how are you ?" But he didn't reply again.

" fuck- talk to me harry- please " his voice cracked and it took everything in harry to not hold draco, to tell him he's fine now, to console him, to tell him he still loves him but harry's Throat had closed completely and no words came out.

" okay don't talk to me- If that be it, I'm going to keep talking anyway " harry wanted laugh at Draco's stubbornness but didn't.

" I don't think you know but you got h-hi- hit by a b-bus when you walked out of my house. The driver was a muggle so he's I don't know In some muggle auror thing" harry wanted to correct him and tell him it's called a police but again he didn't say anything.

" I missed you " he spoke again and waited for harry to say something but he didn't reply. He belonged to another man now, he reminded himself.

" fuck- just - fine. At least just tell me why did you come by ? " Harry still didn't answer

" I don't get it, why are you mad at me !? I didn't hit you with a bus. I see you after 7 fucking months and then you suddenly get mad at me. Do you even fucking know how much I missed you, no because your inflated ass didn't care. Why would you care right ?" Still harry replied nothing and then he heard it, the whimpers, the desperation in his cries.

" harry please. This is worse than anything else " draco cried. A tear briskly fell down from Harry's eyes but he stared up at the ceiling. He felt a water droplet on his left hand . He cursed himself for being an asshole but he couldn't decide why exactly was he being an asshole. Draco carefully took his hand and swiftly rubbed his thumb over Harry's knuckles and cried again.

" f-fine if you don't want to talk I'm not going bother you. Take care harry" and draco swiped the hair out of Harry's forehead and kissed his forehead softly.

" I missed you " harry broke out just as draco was about to leave his hand.

" harry" draco cried and held Harry's hand more tightly.

" why- why didn't you say anything until now ?" Draco cried .

" i- I don't know. You're with someone and I fe-"

" I'm with someone ? Which moron told you that ?" Draco was agitated but still didn't stop crying.

" when I came, I heard someone and I thought -"

" and you thought, you assumed I was with someone and forget about us. Good lord harry. It was Blaise, he had come by to discuss something about pansy's wedding while I was just about to go for a bath. And you thought- I can't believe you. You really thought I would be with anyone else after you -"

" hey if you were me you would've thought the same " harry furiously replied

" yes but I won't fucking get hit by a bus " draco bellowed . They felt silent until slowly both of them broke into fit of laughter and laughed for quite few moments at the absurdity of both of them.

" I - I missed you so much " draco smiled after the laughter had dissolved and caressed Harry's hand softly.

" I missed you too " harry replied in tears.

" I love you so much and I just- I don't want to leave you ever again " draco said, tears filling his eyes.

" I don't want to go. I was so stupid" harry let the tears flow.

" fuck me too. did I tell you how much I missed you?" Draco asked again as he inched closer to harry.

" yes you did and he only got hit by a bus and look at you two crying like fucking babies. Get a grip for Merlin's sake " Ron sniggered as he barged into the room

" Ron, they just got back together" Hermione hit his arm Playfully.

Draco smiled back at harry and carefully kisses his lips " I love you "

" I love you too "

" get a room " Ron groaned.

" Weasley we had a room until you barged in" Draco rolled his eyes and just like that the room filled with laughter again.

And everything got back to how it used to be like the puzzle was finally complete once again, the missing piece was finally home and harry cherished it till his last breath.

Request are open

Day 3 - hinding face in the neck

Day 5- feeling their pulse

Sorry this is a bit long

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Little info about this: it's like Canon, Harry defeated Voldemort but he and Tom Riddle are separate people. Tom and Harry are married, they dated during their Hogwarts years. Teddy has lived with them since Andie became too old to care for him. Technically Harry is supposed to be his dad, having adopted him but Teddy will still just think of him as his godfather

Also features soft!Tom b/c I can

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The day had given way to dark; the snow was still steadily falling down, covering everything out there thickly. Teddy pressed his nose against the chilly glass, looking over at the illuminating Christmas lights that the people that lived across the street still hadn't taken down. The red and green lights twinkled, giving off their respective colored shadows.

It was about to be an exciting evening; it was Tom's birthday and Harry had planned a small party for him. Mrs. Weasley had initially wanted them all to have the party at the Burrow but Harry gently declined. Teddy knew why; Tom wasn't fond of being around a lot of people. He was alright with the Weasleys (he and Percy talked the most) but their home was small and it allow them to spread out like he would have liked.

Another thing Tom didn't like was a fuss being made out of his birthday. He insisted nothing needed to be done this year. He'd never liked celebrating it, never had a reason to particularly care about it. Harry was determined to change that, which he had apparently been doing since they'd met before they were friends, while they were just friends and as they got together.

Harry told him the plan a week ago: they were to act like it was an ordinary day so Tom was none the wiser. Then at about ten at night, they would start putting together the dining room while Tom was off probably in the library or elsewhere. Teddy wryly told his godfather not to go overboard. He had a tendency to do, attempting to make up for the lack of real childhood he and Tom didn't get to have.

What they were both unaware was that Teddy had been planning something special for a while now. He'd asked Percy for help a few months ago and now everything was ready. His stomach fluttered and he felt quite jittery. He couldn't wait until Tom saw his gift!

"When's he coming?" Teddy was, admittedly, slightly impatient to get started.

"Soon," Harry grinned. "I'll have to go get him." That was likely true. Tom could get lost in whatever he found interesting, not noticing how the hours would pass until someone pulled him away.

"Get him for what?" Came a deep voice from behind. Tom paused, staring at the decorations and food that was placed on the table.

"Surprise!" Teddy said excitedly. "Happy birthday, Tom!"

It wasn't easy to make Tom speechless, downright impossible it seemed. But today they'd done it. They'd rendered him unable to say a thing.

"I thought you forgot?" Tom blinked. He looked to Harry for an explanation. Teddy had never seen him look so innocent before. Like a child that was seeing gifts under the Christmas tree.

Harry cupped Tom's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. Teddy pretended he didn't see a red flush come over Tom's face. The older man was embarrassed (and as a result--angry) whenever someone caught him like that. "Surely you didn't think so? I'd never forget, love. Neither would Teddy."

Harry pressed a kiss on Tom's lips, pulling back with a bright beam on his face. "Now that you're here, you can put on your birthday hat!"

"Birthday-no," Tom was shaking his head. "Absolutely not. I refuse to wear such a silly thing."

"You mean after all the time I took to make it?" Harry was being deliberately quiet, as if he were hurt. Teddy knew he wasn't. He was merely exploiting the emotions Tom insisted he didn't have. For a good cause.

Tom groaned. He actually groaned. "Very well. Give it to me."

Immediately, Harry beamed again. "Fantastic! Here you are!"

Teddy barely refrained from snickering.

His godfather said often Tom pranced around like he was royalty or something, so it was only fitting that he wear a handmade crown with the words Dark Lord Wannabe on it.

He had no idea what that was about but evidently they did. Harry looked like he was on the verge of laughter and Tom's eye twitched.

"There, don't you look adorable and non threatening," Harry laughed out loud.

Tom was disgruntled. "I despise you, Potter."

"Watch it," Harry wagged a finger, "you're a Potter now. Don't go self hating on my watch."

It was a curious thing. People would have expected Harry to take Tom's name, not the other way around. But Tom wasn't one to play by the rules. He wanted to rid himself of his surname as soon as possible, proclaiming that it meant nothing to him. During their vows, Tom quietly said that Potter served as a symbolic reminder of what Harry had given him: a family, friends, hope, love.

Tom rolled his eyes, motioning towards the table. "Shall we get on with this?"

"Would it kill you to be enthusiastic?" Harry remarked as his husband sat down in one of the chairs.

"Quite. It would be tragic to pass away on my birthday."

"I dunno, maybe it's some sort of luck to ring in the new year?" Harry said teasingly.

A sparkle of mischievousness came into Tom's eyes and he swatted at Harry's bum. Teddy grimaced and hoped they could keep themselves in tact until they were in the privacy of their bedroom.

"You're being awfully naughty , Tom."

"In that case, I give you full permission to punish me until my behavior is sufficient," Tom smirked.

Teddy wanted to gag. "You guys are gross."

They ignored him.

"Alright, birthday boy," Harry swooped down to kiss his forehead. "What are we doing first? You pick."

"I suppose gifts," Tom shrugged like he was indifferent to the whole thing but Teddy wasn't fooled. He knew the older man was dying to know what he was bought.

"Alright," Harry nodded. He started to reach for the nearest box which do happened to be Teddy's.

"Wait!" He said quickly, causing the two men to swivel their heads in his direction. "Er, do mine last."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay... Open mine then, love." He handed Tom a small package.

It turned out to be a framed photograph of the first photo that was taken of them. Tom stroked it with a single finger. Teddy took a peek at it. They must have been no more than thirteen. Harry was laughing, ducking his head down as Tom threw a handful of snow on top his hair. At the last minute before the photo looped, they turned to smile at whomever was taking it. They were somewhat bashful , which was a funny look for them, especially Tom.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked, looking unsure. "I wasn't sure what to get you and Hermione suggested something sentimental and-"

Tom cut him off by pressing his lips against Harry's. When he was finished, he rested their foreheads together. "Thank you," He whispered.

"You really like it?" Harry had to clarify.

"I love it because it was from you."

Definitely not something most would think Tom Ri--Tom Potter would be caught saying.

They got through a few more gifts. Teddy observed how several emotions crossed Tom's face, though he would probably deny it. His heart began to thump the closer they were getting to when he would open Teddy's. He didn't know how the older man was going to react. Hopefully well.

"Alright, Teddy, your turn," Harry said cheerfully.

Teddy nervously presented Tom with the gift. The former Slytherin quirked an eyebrow. "You have to open it from the front," he explained, "so it's in order."

"Very well," Tom opened the box to revel folded up parchments. Teddy had been careful to keep it loose so nothing would wrinkle. "Every since I could remember, you've been around," Tom read aloud.

"You've taught me many things."

"You've given me confidence."

"You showed me how to negotiate better than anyone I know."

Harry snorted.

"But most of all, you've given me your love."

Tom wore an unreadable expression as he unrolled the last one, inhaling sharply. His eyes darted towards Teddy, who smiled hesitantly at him.

It took several moments for Tom to speak. "Are...are you sure, Teddy?"

"What?" Harry was curious and went to look. His eyes widened.

"I'm sure," Teddy said quietly. He stood in front of Tom and cleared his throat. "Tom Marvolo Potter, would you do me the honor of becoming my other dad?"

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Tom Marvolo Potter, formerly Riddle, never cried.

Not since he was a small child and his in the comfort of his assigned bedroom to escape the torment of the other children in the orphanage.

But here he was, nearly thirty years of age and his eyes had grown misty and a lump formed in his throat. At one point when he was a child, this was all he ever wanted until the dream seemed like it was never to be and faded away.

And now he had it.

The last part of his gift that he unrolled had been adoption papers. They all seemed to be in order. Only his signature was needed in a couple of spots.

"Come here," Tom croaked out.

Teddy practically leaped into his arms, burying his face in the crook of Tom's neck. One hand was on the back of the boy's head. Tom squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting those tears to fall. He heard Harry from behind him and felt him grip his shoulder.

"You know," Tom said when he properly regained his emotions in check, "you can't take this back. No matter how angry you get at me."

It was meant as a feeble joke but his voice was thick, unable to push those... feelings back like he would preferred.

Teddy pulled back, his eyes glistening with tears. He nodded. "I know."

"Teddy..." this came from Harry, utterly in disbelief. "How did you...when did you-"

"Percy," Teddy said with a smile. "He helped me with everything." He looked at Tom shyly. "So it's a yes, yeah?"

"A million times yes," Tom did a rare thing and kisses him on the forehead. He wasn't as physically affectionate as Harry but he hoped Teddy knew he cared. "Thank you, Teddy. This is the best gift I've ever been given."

"I think I've been upstaged," Harry laughed lightly. "No way I can top that."

For the rest of the evening, the rest of what was left of the year, they ate cake and drank pumpkin juice and enjoyed each other's presence. Tom was the lightest he'd been in years; he watched as Harry and Teddy laughed over something that was said with a look of fondness on his face.

Never did he imagine having all this. Back at the orphanage where he sat on his lumpy cot, knees pulled up to his chest, he thought he was doomed to a life of misery. No one ever came to see him and even at Hogwarts kids had avoided him.

And then he met Harry, who brightened up his entire world and gave him possibilities he didn't know existed.

And now he had a family. All of his own.

The clock struck midnight. Tom reached over to squeeze Harry's hand.

"What's that for?" Harry whispered.

"Just a thank you."

Harry was bemused. "For what?"

Lips caressed his temple. "Everything."

[haikyuuthots]

Jealousy is a disease, but maybe something good can come from it. - K. Tsukishima Pt.3

FWB!Reader x Tsukishima 

Warnings: Curse words , and that’s it? Some angst but fluff towards the end hehe

Word count: 823

Y/n= Your name. During dialogue: Y= you T=Tsukki Ya= Yachi and A=Akaashi 

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends with benefits for a while. Both thinking it was a no strings attached situation, both unaware of the true feelings you guys had for each other. What happens when you both experience a bit of jealousy when you guys are seen talking to other people? Will this change the status of your relationship?

author’s note: Hi! this is my first ever imagine, I wrote this at like 1 am and I’m not sure if this is good or not lol. This is the final part, ending is kinda wack but I want to thank anyone who has read this far! If you happen to read, I’d love to hear your feedback, constructive criticism welcome <3

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Speechless. That’s what you were. You couldn’t believe the words that flew out of his mouth. 

“I’m fucking jealous, I couldn’t stand seeing you and him so close, smiling at each other.” -T 

You stared blankly as he spoke, noticing his features become softer and his hands become shakier. 

“Tsukki, I-“

“I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll get over it if you don’t. But I couldn’t sit here and pretend  it didn’t bother me  anymore.” 

“I.,. I was jealous earlier too.” -Y

Tsukki stares at you with disbelief, almost like what you were saying was too ridiculous to be true. 

“With that girl earlier, watching her touch you like that, and seeing you let it happen. It made my blood boil. I know I have no right because we’re just friends.” 

He smirked “so you did all this to get a reaction from me, ha.” Well I guess you win, cause it worked.” -T 

“What no! I told you before I just wanted to know where the vending machines were, this wasn’t part of an evil plan or anything. Seriously get that smug look off your face already.” You yelled anxiously. 

Obviously amused “it’s ok. My Y/N was bitter other girls are interested in me. It’s cute actually.” He teased. 

“Oh shut up” you yelled obviously flustered. It’s so weird how he could still find ways to be a tease you in situations like these. 

“You’re one to talk, you’re the one who actually hit someone for talking to me. Looks like my Tsukki couldn’t bare me being swept off my feet by someone else.”  -Y 

Tsukishima’s smile turned into a frown. Obviously irritated with you last comment. But if he wanted to start a teasing war you were sure you’d be the one to end it. 

“I mean if you hadn’t interrupted us maybe something could’ve happened. Akaashi is cute.” -Y 

Tsukishima gave you the nastiest look you’ve ever seen. Anger evident in his eyes. Ok.. maybe it was too soon to go that far whoops. 

“You think he’s cute? Then date him.” He speaks abruptly as he begins to walk away. You quickly stop him by grabbing his  wrist absolutely regretting your previous words.  

“Tsuki wait wait. I was joking, my bad too soon. But you started teasing me first!” -Y 

He stiffens at your touch, becoming more relaxed as you speak. “You go too far sometimes you know but for some reason that just attracts me even more to you.” 

You’re a blushing mess. The moment he said those words you’d fallen vulnerable to the 6’2 blonde boy.

“I like you. I don’t know how or when it happened but I do, and I can’t keep hiding what I feel anymore.” -T 

Your heart rate increases you almost find it impossible to say the following words. “I like you too. I’ve liked you since the beginning.” 

Tsukki felt butterflies in his stomach. His heart had never fluttered as much as it did the moment you said those words and instantly almost as you finished talking you felt his lips on yours. 

This kiss was different than the ones before. Those were sloppier and full of lust but this one was soft and intimate. As he pulled away staring at your eyes, admiring every facial feature of yours as you admired his, you couldn’t help but smile at the moment. Tsukishima was the one to break the silence. 

“We should go. It’s getting colder, wouldn’t want my girlfriend getting sick.” 

Your stomach did flips, and your heart almost stopped. Flustered to the maximum level you never would’ve imagined those words falling out of his mouth so naturally. 

“Girlfriend?” -Y 

“Yeah. That’s what you are aren’t you? Come on let’s go.” -T 

“Ri.... right.” 

“Oh and btw if you ever call Akaashi cute again I’m breaking up with you and breaking his nose.” He nonchalantly spoke as you guys start walking towards the building. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.  “And if you ever let a girl touch you I’m breaking up with you and dating your brother.” You replied. 

He smacked his lips “you see what I mean when I say you go too far.” He spoke as he began to pout.  

You hugged him as you laughed “sorry sorry, it’s just too easy, you know I love teasing just as much as you do.” 

He felt a bit awkward from your embrace at first, being publicly affectionate wasn’t his thing but for some reason he didn’t really mind you being this close to him. 

“I get it. Teasing you is my favorite thing to do too.” He smiled as he tightened you around his body. 

You and Tsukishima Kei were very different, but similar in ways. Truly an odd pairing but obviously meant to be for one another. Knowing that you were finally together was the highlight of that entire week.

[themadauthorshatter]

Time to jump back into the fray!!

If you haven't read the first three parts, feel free to catch up, here, here, and here

Quick recap time, like really quick because Part 3 was purposely meant to be chill: Charles is suspended for breaking rank, and so his ribs can heal(that fail text would absolutely call Henry fat, and you can't prove me wrong). Henry and the Toppats, however, have noticed and pieced together that since Charles took the sapphire, he have had a hand in hiding it.

With that out of the way, LET'S GO CHECK ON CHARLES!!!!

Our pilot friend is still on that phone call with Henry, though he walks into his bedroom to take the call.

"Charles? You still there?"

"What do you want?"

"Is that anyway to talk to a friend?" Henry asks as he sits back in his chair.

"We are not friends," Charles growls. "Tell me what you want, or I'm hanging up."

"I can always call you back."

To test that theory, Charles hangs up.

True to his word, Henry calls back.

Charles rolls his eyes and shakes his hands to get the nerves put; remember, Henry was dangerously close to killing him, so he is terrified to answer his phone.

"That was just rude," Henry barks.

"I'll do it again. Watch."

"Ah, ah, ah, I really wouldn't do that, if I were you," Henry replies, though TV perspective we'd see Charles go to hang up again.

"Why not?"

"Because, as far as we both know, you're the only one between us and the sapphire and I'm the only one keeping you safe on that planet down there."

Charles gets a cold sweat and checks on the twins before returning to the conversation. "What are you saying?"

Henry sits back in his chair, making a note to PERSONALLY thank Burt and the other techies who hacked Charles's phone and made it possible to track him.

"Everyone's really upset about that trick you pulled the other night. Sneaky as it was, we found out about the sapphire first, so finders keepers."

Charles smirks and leans against the wall. "But you can't take it back. We hid it, and you're not getting it."

"Not yet."

Those too words stop Charles from celebrating his small victory further.

"We may not know where it is, but you do."

Charles puts the pieces together and struggles to keep his composure.

He may be able to call the army, but, remember, he's been hacked. They can stop that call. And even if he does call for help, the toppats can just beam him into the station anyway.

I should probably mention that Charles does not know he's been hacked.

Back on track, and in the orbital station, Henry smiles and chuckles as Charles is speechless and unable to form words.

"I'll see you soon, Charlie."

With that, Henry hangs up and leaves Charles pale and in a cold sweat.

He doesn't know where the sapphire is exactly, but the twins do.

Speaking of the twins, Calvin looks through the pantry and groans, voicing his disdain when Charles leaves his room, the pilot having thrown on some jeans and coat before leaving with his headset.

"You have absolutely nothing to eat here."

"We'll go shopping later, now get your shoes on, you two. We have to leave," Charles says as he puts on his own boots.

Both Calvin and Konrad exchange glances. "Why?"

Charles looks at them both, eyes wide and a small amount of sweat gathering at his forehead.

"They know."

They saddle up and head out, Charles driving because he's the oldest, and just really needs to calm down so he can think; driving or piloting in general is somewhat of a coping mechanism for him.

All three are silent as they head out, though Konrad breaks the silence after a little while.

"Where are we going?"

Both only get more tense when Charles remains silent for a moment.

With a deep breath, though, Charles speaks up.

"I'm dropping you two off at the base."

"Why?" Calvin asks before asking the REAL burning question. "Who was it that called earlier?"

Charles bites his tongue and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "Guess."

Calvin shudders as he stares out the window, but Konrad groans.

"What is that creep's deal? What'd you do to piss him off!?"

"All I did was take the sapphire," Charles explains, edgy like a kid wrongly accused of stealing. "I mean, I did pilot when we tried taking down the airship, and we fought, but that's it."

The twins are quiet for the rest of the drive, which is great because Charles is formulating himself a plan.

Here's what he will not be doing and the reasons why:

He's going solo so neither of the twins get hurt. They know where the sapphire is, so if the Toppats and Henry get a hold of them, the operation's a bust; there are a lot of armories, but the twins know which one holds the sapphire.

He's not calling for back up because a lot of soldiers are still injured, and there needs to be a lot of hands on deck to keep that sapphire safe.

He hasn't told Galeforce and isn't going to because then he'll rally troops to help Charles, leaving the base with a slight decrease in arms should there be an attack.

The Government cannot afford another attack, and guess who would get blamed if there were a large amount of casualties and the sapphire getting stolen.

After a quiet drive, Charles drops off the twins and thanks them for spending time with him, and asks them to cover for him until he gets back.

"And when are you coming back?"

Charles doesn't really answer that, driving off instead, yelling back to them, "Stay safe!"

"We should be telling you that!" Calvin shouts back.

This attracts the attention of Rupert, who approaches as he rubs his shoulder; just a small training injury, don't worry.

"What's he doing out so late?"

"Laundry," Konrad replies as Calvin replies, "Groceries."

Rupert narrows his eyes and folds his arms over his chest.

"You know, Errands," Calvin shrugs.

"Didn't you two drive to his house?"

"Our car broke down."

"Then why'd he tell you to 'stay safe?'"

"We ran into some coyotes."

"Coyotes in the fall, while it's cold out?"

The twins tense up and eye each other before turning back to Rupert.

"What's that crazy bastard up to? And tell ne everything."

CUT TO CHARLES!!!!!

Charles is taking an off road and is sort of speeding, so it's a good thing there's no one else on the road with him.

Or so he thinks.

TV perspective, Charles drives and tries taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before a hand knocks on his window. A cybernetic hand.

He looks over and finds Right Hand Man next to him, giving a cheeky little wave.

The two get into a slam-off, where they slam into each other, Charles trying to get Right off him and Right trying to get Charles to crash.

When Right elbows the window, and breaks it, Charles arms himself and shoots, Right dropping slightly to avoid the bullet.

Charles continues to speed, and break the law, but Right keeps pace easily(damned cyborg, that's cheating😑).

When Right gets close enough to grab Charles, the pilot SLAMS on the brakes, making his pursuer rocket forward as his own vehicle screeches to a halt by some woods.

Charles pants in his seat as he watches Right fly off, upward, and turns back around towards him.

He leaves the car and runs into the woods, trying to run with injured ribs and with Right on his tail, who's switched to giving chase on foot.

From his place in the airship, Henry watches the two of them on a monitor, noting in his mind that Charles should've been smart and called for some kind of back up rather than be an altruist and gone alone.

On Earth, Charles hides behind a tree with Right ten or so feet away.

Charles gulps and takes another shot, just a warning to get Right off his back.

He gets a lazer beam in response, one he has to duck from in order to not get gaster blasted like the tree, with falls down in front of him(I've been watching a lot of Undertale stuff).

Henry sees this and shoots to his feet, quickly calling Right as he takes aim and approaches the tree stump.

"What?"

"What did I say about killing him!?" Henry snaps. "We need him alive!"

"One piece is still alive, 'Enry," Right snarls.

Charles quickly shoots at his ankle and knocks him down before running off again, much to Right's growing annoyance.

"Well, we need him in one piece AND alive. Bring him back tied up, gagged, and unconscious, if you have to," Henry barks.

"Consider it done,"/"With pleasure," Right replies as he stands back up and continues after Charles.

With Charles, he is literally trying his damndest to stay ahead and not get caught, knowing a city is coming up and all he needs is Right to stay away long enough for him to get there.

Too bad Right's cybernetic and has eternal stamina because of it.

Charles hides behind more trees and eventually finds himself accidentally falling done a hill and finding himself at the bottom of a canyon, which he is not happy with; must've taken a wrong turn.

He goes to turn back, but hides behind a rock or tree when Right jumps and super hero lands into the canyon.

You know those suspense sequences where the antagonist is searching for the person, who throws a rock or stone to get the antagonist distracted?

Charles does that, and Right follows the sound, much to his relief as he sighs.

RIGHT IS NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FOR THAT AND GRABS AND PICKS UP CHARLES BY HIS NECK.

You should probably mention that during the rumble, Charles messed up his ribs again and lost his gun.

"That was clever, kid, but it's not gonna help you."

Right's eye turns to a phone as he calls Henry.

"I've got 'im here for you."

Charles throws a kick into Right's jaw, but only ends up thrown into a tree to get him to stop moving.

"Hold still!"

Henry winces at the sudden shout, but smiles nonetheless. "Just hold onto him until you meet up with the others."

"On it."

Right's feet turn into a mini rocket, and he and Charles take off, toward the city.

Closer to it, though, Charles throws a kick into his stomach, which makes Right drop him on a skyscraper-esque building, completly on accident.

Charles tries to combat roll to a landing as best as hr can, but landing on his back, panting as he watches Right rocket a little far back. He groans when he sees Right turn around and turns onto his eblows and knees, holding his ribs as best as he can, so he's basically on his knees with his forehead against the roof as he holds his ribs; I've never broken or cracked my own ribs, but I'm imagining it hurts like a son of a bitch.

And it doesn't get better for Charles when a gun is held at his head.

"Don't move, if you know what's good for you."

Charles and Carol glare at each other, Charles noting she's accompanied by Sven, Ellie, and Right.

With another groan, he shakily stands up and raises his hands, exchanging glares between Ellie, Carol, and Right as Sven approaches him.

Charles goes to shove him back, but is grabbed from behind, a shove stomping on the back of his knee and making him fall down right on his ribs.

"Not bad, Reg," Right says with a nod.

Reginald replies with a whimper-groan sort of noise. "Using shackles to restrain someone and kidnapping. The government will have our heads."

"Let GO!" Charles snaps as he kicks at Reginald, who lets go because Charles may be little and a hovernment pilot, but he's scary.

Ellie solves that with a boot to his temple. "Carol, Sven, get his feet. We have to make sure he doesn't get himself killed on the way back."

Charles hisses through his teeth and struggles against his restraints. He kicks out from under Ellie and kicks Sven back before Right grabs the back of his collar and Ellie and Carol take hold of his arms and pull him to his feet, though Right does have to tie a rag in his mouth to keep him from biting.

"Remind me to find the dog a muzzle," Carol remarks.

"Burt, we've got him. Beam us up," Sven calls.

On the orbital station, Henry chuckles to himself because there is a huge number of ways the plan could have gone wrong.

Charles could have crashed.

A rib could have punctured his lung during his tumble.

Right could have incinerated him.

The tree could have fallen on him.

Charles could have fallen to his death.

All things considered, this was definitely the best case scenario.

"Hey, Henry?" Ellie asks in an ear piece Henry's wearing. "Meet us in Bay 7. We've got a surprise for you."

Happy birthday to me, he thinks to himself as he walks to meet them, though he's seriously fighting the urge to skip and get excited like a little kid.

With Charles, he's light headed and seeing stars from getting beamed for the first time and Sven releases his hands so he doesn't fall on his face.

"I know pilots can stand being in the air, but I didn't think you'd get nauseous from a quick 'pickup' from Earth."

Charles turns his head up in time to see Henry walk toward him and kneel down to his level, lifting his chin to both get a better look at him and so Charles can look back at him, better if he's seeing two Henry's at once.

Charles tries charging at him, but Carol and Ellie hold him back.

Upon noticing the rag, Henry gestures about it.

Reginald holds up his hand to reveal a mishap that happened during the trip up. "If you ever faced someone with sharp teeth like his, you'd do the same."

Henry scowls, but everyone's attention turns to Charles as he coughs into the rag, which begins to stain red.

Guess I spoke too soon.

They ask what they should do, caught in a momemt of panic, as they still hold a struggling Charles, who still wants to fight Henry, even though he's worse than how he started and on the verge of passing out.

As he drifts off, Henry looks back at and walks toward him, holding his chin again.

"Welcome to the Toppat Orbital Station, Charles."

Charles collapses and Henry stands and signs to Ellie and the others, 'Get him patched up and in a cell. I'll talk to him myself later.'

They nod and cart him off to the infirmary.

Henry, however, walks to his room. Once he gets there, he lets out a very shaky breath and almost falls face first into his desk before catching himself, laughing and crying simultaneously.

I genuinely hope you remembered that headcanon of Henry remembering the timelines, because he laughs in victory at retrieving Charles, but cries as well for the fact that he'd almost lost Charles again, though this time he shouldn't have to worry because there's no government destroyer and they're not fighting to take down the Toppat Clan.

This was longer than I thought it would be, but I hope you guys enjoyed!!!

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Missing You (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

Fandom: Haikyuu

Additional Character(s): Bokuto Koutaro

Genre: Angst

Words count: 2395

Warning: Car accident

Note: I use 'she/her' as reader's pronoun in this fic

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"Keiji!"

Your voice snapped him out of his daydream. As soon as he turned his head to see what you were doing, a splash of water slapped his face.

"Oh, sorry!" He grinned at your panicked apology, as he took revenge on you.

"Hey! I said sorry!" You sulked.

Now your clothes were wet and clinging to your figure. But instead of saying sorry, just like what you did before, Akaashi was containing his laughter. Not being rude, but at times like this, he could be himself with you. He could be childish and you wouldn't complain. After all, you two knew each other since you were little and for only God knew how long you had become best friends.

His laugh was contagious and soon you followed him suit. For a moment, you could forget about the world. All that mattered was that your figures drenched from head to toe and you two were laughing at each other like maniacs.

Thankfully, no one was around. Or else, you would be a show for all eyes to see.

"You're soaked." He broke the laughter between you two.

"Well, you too and you're welcome." A grin plastered on your face, as you reached out to him.

"Should we head home, Keiji?"

*

Your call to him woke him up from his slumber. Just when he thought that he could reach you this time, the reality pulled him out of his dream.

'Not again.' He sat at the end of his bed as his palm propped his head, that was hanging low.

'Why?'

Those words kept repeating in his mind, but he couldn't find the right answer. People said that if you had a dream about someone, you must be thinking about them a lot. But that wasn't true for Akaashi. He didn't even think about you that much.

... Did he?

Well, he chose not to think about that for too long since he needed to go to school. After all, he was a good student and he didn't want to leave a bad impression to anyone.

And at least, he could forget about you for a while....

*

To be honest, school wasn't his favorite place, but he didn't hate it either. The things that made him stay longer there were volleyball club activities and... you. Even though you were a person, not a thing, you were the only one who could brighten his day.

RIING!

Oh, crap. He let you go over his head too much, that he forgot that he was in the classroom. Luckily, the teacher didn't notice his absentmindedness and ended the lesson without asking him to answer some questions or even sent him out of the class.

The lively atmosphere soon enveloped the room and some of his classmates left to have their lunches somewhere or whatever they were doing in the break time. He, on the other hand, was planning to eat in the classroom while reading a book he borrowed from the school library.

"Hey, it's almost your boyfriend's birthday, right?"

"I have, but it seems like he's stuck in his work. College is hard, you know."

The conversation rang in his ear, as he tried to ignore the loud voice of his classmates. Akaashi's eyes focused on the printed words on the page of the book, until your name slipped from one of the girls' lips.

"What do you think she was doing now?"

"I don't know...." One of them casted a sad glance. "I hope I can see her soon."

"Well, I hope so--"

The one who just stood there nudged the last girl and stopped her in her tracks. "Hey, don't say that in front of Akaashi." She whispered, before pulling all of her friends out of the classroom.

Just like that, his world became quiet and peaceful. But that didn't mean that he was happy about that.

And now, forgetting about you would be harder than the minutes prior.

*

"Oh, hey Keiji!"

The sound of you calling his name, when Akaashi opened the door led to the school's rooftop, made him dead in his tracks. It had a sweet tune, that he swore it was more melodious than any song he had been listening to before.

He didn't know why, maybe it was because of you calling for him, but he marched to you and enveloped your smaller figure in his arms. A sob could be heard clearly, as he placed his forehead on the crown of your hair.

"Keiji, what's wrong?" You practically returned the hug, even though you didn't know what was gotten into him.

Maybe a teacher got angry at him? No, he wasn't that kind of student. All of the teachers knew that Akaashi was a model student and wouldn't do something that was worth being yelled at.

Hm... Volleyball? Seemed like a right hunch, but you knew that Fukurodani had an amazing volleyball club that could be the representative of Tokyo in a national match.

You couldn't find the answer. But it didn't look like your ravenet best friend wanted you to guess, so you just tried your best at comforting him.

"Want some onigiri? I'll buy it--"

Akaashi shook his head immediately, stopping you from continuing what you wanted to say.

"No. Just stay here...."

His plea made you want to ask even more. You knew that he wasn't the one who could cry easily--well some people kept saying that he always wore a mask to cover his true emotions--and it was a natural thing to be curious and worry for someone close to you.

"... Please. I just want to be with you right now...."

"Okay..."

All you could do was nod your head and return the embrace. To top it off, you patted his back, just like what he did whenever you felt down and needed someone to talk to.

It calmed him down. At least, your presence alone made his mood better. You in his arms like this, was the only thing he wanted in a moment.

*

"Hey, Akaashi!"

It was during volleyball club training's break when the infamous owl-like captain approached Akaashi, a water bottle in each of his hands. With a smile plastered on his face, he gave one of the bottles to the setter, before taking a seat next to him.

"What is it, Bokuto-san?"

Unlike his usually cheerful demeanor, Bokuto's smile seemed off to Akaashi and somehow he could guess what he wanted to say the next second. Was it about his setting? Did he need to pace up the toss? Or maybe....

"Is it about the toss earlier? I'm sorry, I'll fix it after this." He bowed his head a bit and made the ace shocked.

"Akaashi, how did you know that?!" A dramatic loud gasp left his mouth, as Bokuto's eyes widened and he almost fell on his back with his left hand as a support.

The said boy wanted to reply, but the captain beat him to the punch while averting his gaze somewhere else.

"Hey, Akaashi." Bokuto's eyes had a distant look. "How is she doing?"

Without the need of him explaining even more, Akaashi already knew who was the subject of their conversation. For goodness sake, he couldn't count how many people mentioned your name and asked him about you.

Actually, it made him feel broken.

Every mention of your name made his heart shattered like a glass fell on the floor.

'How are you doing?' was the question that kept whirling in his mind, haunting him every night, and reminding him about your presence somewhere. It wasn't like he forgot you. He just couldn't.

How could he forget, when you were the only one who was with him all this time and one of the few who could understand him?

It took several times for Bokuto to call out for him, until Akaashi shook his head, while replying with a tired sigh.

"I... don't know. It's already a long time...."

Bokuto tried to lighten up the mood by showing his widest smile and gave Akaashi a smack on his back.

"You should go there soon!"

By the time his club captain left his seat and back to the court, Akaashi was pondering about his words. Soon, he was deep into his world, completely forgot about the practice that would start again in a minute.

*

"Hey, Keiji. Something's wrong?"

Akaashi was daydreaming when you pulled his sleeve. Your worried expression filled his vision, and before he could muster an answer, you let go your grip of his blazer.

"If something's bothering you, you can talk about it to me! You can count on me on keeping secrets!" A grin was plastered on your face, an expression that was opposite to his troubled mind 180 degrees apart. 

The volleyball club setter had his mouth shut. It wasn't like he had a difficulty with trusting you--he'd known you for a lifetime after all, but he just felt like... it wasn't the right time to tell you yet.

As if you knew about that, you smiled at him, hoping it would cheer him up somehow.

"Well, you owe me an explanation." You playfully giggled at your attempt of joking. "And don't forget that I'll still like you whether you tell me about it or not."

Your words left Akaashi tongue-tied and rooted on his feet. Even speechless was an understatement. He couldn't even think for a moment, while his mind tried to process what did you mean by like him?

"Wh-what? What do... what?"

It was a struggle to hold your laugh, when an image of your stuttered and red-faced friend, who was always so emotionless, was portrayed right before you. And he knew that you wanted to burst out laughing any time soon.

But, were you serious or not? It was a mystery to him.

You stuck your tongue out. "I won't say it again!"

While grinning, you were running away from him. Your laugh reverberated in his ear and the urge to catch you was growing stronger. He guessed that you must be playing with him, since he knew that you wouldn't fall for someone like him anyway.

You knew each other for a long time that you must have realized his weaknesses. And those said weaknesses should have prevented romantic feelings for him to bloom in your heart.

"H-hey, stop running! It's--"

"I won't!" A playful laugh rang in the air, as his worried expression burned in your mind.

Your name slipped past his lips, as he tried to catch your wrist. On the other hand, you kept maintaining a distance from him, completely ignoring his calls and just thought that he only intended to dig information out of you.

But....

CRASH!

The loud and painful sound could be heard when a car speeding up down the road and hit your body. It stopped Akaashi in his tracks and he failed to move a single muscle, until he saw your figure thrown a little bit far from him.

"AHHHH! Some... Someone just got hit!" A witness was screaming in panic, attracting the nearby people to gather around the scene.

When the driver realized that he just made a big mistake, a panicked and frightened look washed over his face, as he decided to run away and encourage the crowd to go crazier.

Even though the uproaring noise around him was deafening, all that Akaashi could hear was nothing. His pair of green orbs were only focused on your form that was lying limply on the road. The smell of iron soon wafted into his nostrils, as the crimson blood pooling and tainted his shoes.

"Ah...." He was lost for words and when he tried to check on you, the roaring sound of a siren could be heard.

Nothing. He could do nothing when the medics brought your bloodied body into the ambulance. His feet were stuck on the ground, as if someone was applying glue under his shoes, and he couldn't even mutter something to stop them from taking you away from him.

Once the white car was too far to be reached, all of the strength left him to fall on his knees, as tears dripped from the corner of his eyes.

*

"Hmm...."

It was the constant beeping sound, which woke him up from his slumber. Akaashi could feel his body aching from napping in sitting position, as he straightened up his posture.

The first thing that greeted him was the sight of you sleeping peacefully on a single bed, with tubes and some machines attached to your figure, that kept the doctor updated to your condition.

"Hey...." He whispered. "Good morning."

There was no response from you, but it didn't look like he expected anything from you. He just let his lips formed a smile, which looked sad and forced.

Akaashi lifted his hand and was about to stroke your head like he used to, when he stopped just an inch before it touched your brow.

"It's already... two weeks, I think. And it was so... boring."

After hesitating a bit, he lightly caressed your head. "I was waking up, going to school, and practicing like usual. But without your presence... the whole world seems dull..."

As a single tear ran down his cheek, leaving a wet trail on his skin, other tears followed until he couldn't stop them. A painful sob was echoing in the room you were sleeping in, as if screaming for help or anything, as long as you would open your eyes and bask in your warmth.

Were those too much?

He thought that you don't need to give the affection he hoped you would show him. Just seeing you awake with your usual dazzling smile was more than enough.

But, the longer he saw your closed eyelids, the stronger his desire to say the words that were left unspoken and led you to a state no one would predict.

"I...." His voice was shaking. "I like you... so much. Please... please wake up so that I could say it directly to you."

No one knew how long you would be awake. No one, whether it was him or the doctor, or even your family. But among them all, the one who couldn't wait patiently was no other than the person who was sitting right next to you.

"I miss you... Please, wake up...."

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Hear the Wind Sing

For @the11tailedlovesclones, this is my gift for you as part of the @starwarsfandomfests event. Thank you to @lilhawkeye3 for organising this event. I really enjoyed it so far.——————————————————————————————

Summary:  Fox and Riyo were relaxing underneath an ancient tree, wondering about the past and the future of their family they're building.

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Stepping onto a dead leaf that was laying on the ground, Commander Fox was walking down a fresh, muddy road, holding Riyo Chuchi's hand. With a plain white T-shirt and his khaki pants, he gazed at the paddy fields to his left, with the young stalks standing still on the murky water, filled with eels and occasionally leeches.

This wasn't the first paddy field that Fox has seen throughout his life. The first one was when he had to safeguard Riyo from danger. At that time, they hadn't confessed their love towards each other due to the circumstances at that time. It was a day after the whole fiasco at her parent's house that they both realized their feelings towards each other.

Even then, both Fox and Riyo had to hide their relationship from the public, despite a few of them learning their secret. The Jedi who accompanied them were the first to figure it out but promised not to tell anyone about it. His brothers and sisters, Thorn, Stone, Thire, Yves, and Lip knew about them as well but decided to not say a word, though they nudged him about it.

It was difficult to have a love affair in public since he was a clone trooper while Riyo was a senator, and kissing in front of everyone would not only ruin both their reputation but also their career as well. Riyo would have been fired and shamed in public while Fox, on the other hand, would either be decommissioned or euthanized or both.

He heard stories about how his brothers were caught fraternizing with their lovers and were never seen or heard again. His sisters, on the other hand, had it worse. There was one clone who ended up pregnant and as a result, both the mother and the baby were terminated by the Kaminoan government.

Disgusted and angry at them, Fox finds himself cursing the Republic for not only treating them like slaves but also restraining their rights to lead normal lives such as falling in love with someone. Since clone troopers were only manufactured to fight to their death, love isn’t in the manual, but that doesn’t stop soldiers like Fox to lead a private life with Riyo.

It was risky, but breathtaking at the same time for Riyo. The romance novel that she read when she was younger, titled ‘My Dirty Secrets,’ was about an office clerk who met a homeless man down the streets and found a spark between them. As time goes by, they both have a love affair and have to keep their relationship a secret from the clerk’s snobbish family. They both didn’t live happily ever after in the end, as the male lover was found dead in the streets, leaving behind his pregnant lover.

The novel made Riyo tear up and astounded at the same time, as she would read it again and again, just to feel poignant. She dreams about having a secret lover one day and wanting one desperately after finding out her parents were once secret lovers as well. 

Their relationship was scandalous at that time since her father was a rice farmer while her mother was the daughter of an aristocrat. Both sides of the family did not approve of the relationship and did everything they could to end their relationship but in the end, they relented and the rest was history.

Who would have thought that Riyo would repeat history by falling in love with someone that society would never approve of? It's almost as if her parents taught her that love knows no boundaries and accepting of each other's flaws. She wouldn't be dazed if the child that she's carrying in her womb would carry on with the tradition of loving someone that is contrasting from what others expect. Who knows?

“Beautiful day, isn't it?” she smiled, noticing her newly-wed husband gazing at the rice fields. 

“Yeah, it really is a beautiful day,” he smiled back, shifting his attention to Riyo, who was squeezing his hands. “Just like you and the baby.”

She chuckled, covering her thin lips. “The baby isn't born yet, dear.”

“Well, how long do I have to wait until our child is ready?”

“Around 27 weeks,” answered Riyo. “Are you this impatient to see the baby?”

He scratched the back of his black curly hair as if he was caught red-handed for stealing candy from a jar. “Yes, I am impatient to meet our child. It's just that, well, I have been preparing day and night on what to do when the baby comes out and what I say to her when I meet her and such. I-”

“Alright, I get it,” Riyo stopped him there. “You're just excited for the baby, I know. But you don't have to stress on every single detail about our child, you know. All you have to do is to go with the flow, that's all.”

He let out a sigh. “I know, I know, but I just can't help it, especially when it comes to something that is unfamiliar to the both of us, you know.”

“Fox, you took care of kids before,” she placed her hand on his shoulder. “I know that you will be a good father to our daughter. I have faith in you.”

Fox could only press his lips on her forehead as he gave a slight nod. “I'll try my best, Ri. I promise.”

“Glad to hear it,” she gleamed as they both continued walking on the road, rubbing her belly. 

For the past four months, she did everything she could to conceal her pregnancy from the public. Whenever she zipped to the bathroom due to morning sickness, she would claim that she was reapplying her makeup and adjusted her hair to avoid suspicion from her colleagues.

Fox was ecstatic to hear that he was going to be a father, but at the same time, he was nervous. With their relationship in secrecy, there is no way people can know that Riyo was carrying his baby. If they ever found out, their relationship would be doomed, just like the lovers in 'My Dirty Secret.' 

With Palpatine forcing him to work extra hours in his shift, he felt guilty for leaving Riyo all alone in her apartment, throwing up inside the toilet bowl. A normal husband would be ready to assist his pregnant wife whenever she needed his help, but not in his case. 

Riyo continued going up and down in the Senate, pushing herself to make sure Republic bills that would benefit the public would be passed while dealing with her dizziness that would creep from time-to-time.

Fox would check in every few hours and would massage her sore shoulders and back to soothe her dizziness. If he was lucky, he sneaked in a ration bar, which she craves a lot. 

She hated those rations for being too bland and chalky for her taste, but suddenly loved them when her favourite womp-rat stew was nauseating for her. Even those Pantoran milk cookies made her lose her appetite, but at least his brothers and sisters have an excuse to hoard for themselves, much to the Marshal Commander's annoyance.

Hyewon especially would stuff everything in one go while Yves just hides the extras in her secret pouch and eats them as a midnight snack. The worst culprit was Thorn, who had a sweet-tooth among the Coruscant Guards. Not only would he put a few teaspoons of sugar and cream, but he also poured a quarter of a jar of cookies inside the coffee, giving Fox a heart attack.

He loves his siblings very much, but at the same time, he has the urge to just smack them on the head for being dumb, which Riyo finds their bickering rather humorous. Though he doesn't admit it, he does miss them and would call each other every week just to check in with them.

Last he heard, Lip left a toxic relationship with her lover after a year, granting her full custody of her daughter. Thorn, like Fox, settled down with his lover on Coruscant. Thire, on the other hand, replaced him as Marshal Commander and served under the Republic military, this time, being paid for his duty, along with Commander Stone.

His batchmates, Wolffe, lived together with Cody, Tori, Mayyah, and Rex in one cabin, leading a life outside the military, though Tori supported her Jedi General whenever she could, since they're still young and coping with the aftermath of the war. He would like to have a reunion with his siblings one day, but for now, he'll have to catch up on some lost times with Riyo.

As they settled down underneath an enormous tree, with a tyre swing hung on the thick branches, Fox found himself surrounded by a field of pastel pink tulips, which were swaying back and forth with the cool wind. He could only gasp as he began to count every flower that he's gazing at right now. 

He was speechless. Likewise, he had seen pictures of tulips in the HoloNet, he had never looked at them, or even touched them in his life. “Ri,” Fox stuttered. “This is amazing. I've never seen anything like this before.”

She grinned, sitting on the swing like she did when she was a child. “I always come here to either play with the swing or climb all the way to the top.”

“You can climb?” Fox raised his eyebrows, his hands on his waist. 

“Yes, dear,” she chuckled. “I climbed this very tree all the way to the top and pretended that I was on top of the world. It was one of the best memories I had growing up.”

He smiled as he stood in front of her, rubbing his hands on her belly. “Sounds like fun, to be honest.”

“Oh, it was fun. I even sneaked out here in the middle of the night just to see those stars in the sky. You'll get the best view here.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. One time, I ran out of the house late at night and climbed all the way to the top of the tree, and guess what? I witnessed not one, but two shooting stars passing by Pantora. Isn't that exciting?”

“What's a shooting star?” Fox asked, who had never done such a thing in his life before.

“Well, it's a star that glides in the sky that grants you a wish if you ever see one.”

“A star that grants your wish? Does it work?”

Riyo nodded. “In a way, it works, though it's rare to see a shooting star in the sky.”

“So, what did you wish for, dear?”

“Well, I wished that I lived happily ever after with a brave knight, and a bright future.”

He let out a snort. “Looks like you only got your second wish to come true, no offense though.”

“Actually, all my wishes came true,” Riyo held his hands, glancing at his deep, brown eyes. “You are the knight that I wished for when I was a child.”

His eyes widened at her words. Surely, she couldn't have wished to be together with him, since they have never even met yet. She was probably imagining a gallant knight that she read in fairy tales, who had shining armour and a handsome look, which admittedly, Fox has none of those. “And how am I the knight that you wished to live happily ever after?” 

“You perform your duty well as a soldier, you protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, and on top of that, you have honour and kindness, and I’m proud that you swooped into my life, commander.” 

He could only hold back his tears as he kneeled on the emerald grass, pressing his forehead against her forehead. His hands were gripped around his waist as Riyo clung her arms around his broad shoulders, feeling each other's hearts drumming in rhythm.

“I'm proud to have you too in my life, To, though I feel that I don't deserve you.”

She raised one of her eyebrows, wondering what he meant. “Fox, don't say that. You deserve good things in your life after what happened in the last four months.”

He could only frown as he recalled what happened on that very day in the Senate building. “Yeah, I remember like it was yesterday. I could never forget it, no matter how much I've tried to move on.”

“You can tell me anything, Fox,” Riyo assured him, even though she already knew what happened back then. “I won't judge you, I promise in the name of the goddess Loona.”

“It all started when I received an order from the Chancellor,” he began. “He informed us that there was a rogue clone who was on the run. According to him, he tried to kill the Chancellor, and we were ordered to hunt him down on Coruscant.”

“So we did. Yves, Duke, Hyewon, Chae, Eren, and Jay, we all had our blasters loaded. We set them to kill since the Chancellor ordered us to do so.”

“But when we confronted him in the warehouse, I just couldn't do it. I had my fingers on the trigger, but I couldn't bring myself to kill him, Riyo. Even though I barely know Fives, he was my vod'ika. I didn't want to take my younger brother's life. Instead, I just let my blaster drop from my arms and sobbed like a child.”

Fox paused for a moment, wiping the tears off his face. “General Skywalker and Rex were there, comforting me. Fives just watched as I told them what the Chancellor ordered, and the next thing I knew, I ended up pointing my blaster at the Chancellor, with General Skywalker and General Windu threatening to step down from duty.”

“And the rest was history,” Riyo concluded, brushing his cheeks with her gentle palms. “I'm glad that you did the right thing, my dear. I know that you wished that you could have acted sooner to eliminate the Chancellor, but your actions have saved the Republic and the galaxy, and for that, we thanked you for your bravery.”

He pulled her closer as he rested his head on her chest, letting his tears carry the rest of their conversation. “I hated him so much, Ri. All those years, he ignored my brother's and sister's pleas against the abuse inflicted upon them, he let them die as they begged for his help to send more troops, he even made us a property that is replaceable. He-”

“It's alright, Fox,” she whispered in his ears, rubbing his back. “He's already gone. The war is over and your brothers and sisters have the freedom to pursue their own life without restraints.”

Riyo took a deep breath as she faced him, never letting go of each other's grasps. “It's hard to live with the traumas after the war. It's hard to face your own personal demons that torment your head. I know it's hard to forgive yourself for not being able to save your siblings from death, but I know you can go through this.”

“You're the strongest man I have ever known, not because of your muscles or the ability to shoot with your weapons, it's because of the way you faced obstacles in your life, Fox. You've dealt with abuse, you've dealt with overworking, you've dealt with prejudices from senators and civilians, and yes, it is torturing. But you know what, you're not alone. You can bounce back from the pit, you can grow to be a better person, I know you can.”

“Thorn believed in you, Wolffe believed in you, Tori believed in you, your brothers and sisters believed in you, and I believed in you. I know you feel alone, but you're not. We'll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Fox could only smile as they let their foreheads touch. Riyo was right. He is not alone in this battle against himself. His friends and family are there to support him through the hard times. Recovering from pain is a difficult path, as there are no right or wrong answers to heal. 

But he can get through this. He will live long enough to witness his child having a family on their own, and he will live long enough to watch Riyo's hair turn grey. As long as Fox and Riyo heat the wind singing their love stories to their children and their children, everything is in safe hands.

[cacoetheswriting]

buzzkill - valerio montesinos

Warnings: borderline smut tbh Word Count: 1.2k Requested By: @diorrfairy​ : “i’d like to ask an imagine on valerio × reader in which y/n is a rich girl studying at las encinas.her and valerio have never been close friends and she just considers him her best friend’s brother.one day they get paired up for a school project and go to his house but just can’t get focused on it due because lately they’ve been getting closer & started flirting/teasing each other. their study session turns hotter and they find each other having a steamy makeout session in his pool”

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“Fries, yes!” The curly haired teen exclaimed sitting down beside you, helping himself to a fry. “Dude, get your own.” You slapped his hand away. He grinned, the fry between his teeth. “Why would I do that when I have the bestest gal to steal food from.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. 

Valerio pulled the tray slightly brining it in between the two of you. He continued to nib at your lunch talking about his morning, casually flirting every chance he got. 

The two of you have gotten quite close recently, even spending a lot of free time together. He’d call you randomly in the evenings or show up at your door with takeout and alcohol. It did not take long for your weird friendship to blossom. 

“You will not believe the day I’ve had.” Lu sighed sitting across from you interrupting your conversation with Valerio. “The idiocy of some people is just unfathomable.” Valerio rolled his eyes at his half-sister while stuffing his mouth with more fries. 

He shifted in his chair leaning in closer to you. “Does she ever shut up?” He whispered in your your ear causing you to smile. You tilted your head to meet his gaze, a smirk spread across his face. You mouthed “Shut up.” and turned back in Lu’s direction.

Your best friend spent the lunch break unloading her stress as you nodded along, trying your best to ignore Valerio’s scoffs and quiet remarks. 

The ball rang signalising end of break. Lu got to her feet swiftly mid her speech. “I have to use the ladies so I’ll meet you in class, okay?” Without giving you a chance to answer she blew a kiss in your direction and walked off. Valerio got up shortly after before helping you up. 

“Don’t worry I won’t abandon you.” “I know the way to class Valerio, don't need hand holding.” “Hand holding huh?” He said with a smirk and brushed his hand against yours. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Did anyone know that women were once banned from smoking in public?” The teacher asked, scanning the class for a show of hands. “Women were once banned from doing a lot of things.” Rebeka noted lifting her pen in the air. Muffled chatter filled the classroom.

“Quiet. Quiet please.” The teacher demanded as the room once again fell into silence. “For your projects, in pairs I want you to find and research a strange history fact that almost sounds fake.” There was a brief pause. “Lucrecia, you’re with Rebeka. Samuel and Carla. Valerio, you're with Y/N-” 

The curly haired boy winked at you from across the room. “Good luck with that.” Lu whispered in your ear. “He will not do any work and you will have to carry this whole project to the finish line.”

And Lu’s remark proved right. Every day you made plans with Valerio to work on the project, and every day he came unprepared. For about ten minutes spent on work, he would convince you to take a thirty minute break. Whether it was to make something to eat, scroll through instagram or chill by the pool - any excuse not to do work was good in his eyes.

“Valerio, focus!” You demanded throwing a pillow at the curly haired teen. “We will never get this finished if you continue to doss around.” Sighing, you leaned back against the bed frame and watched as Valerio got to his feet from the ground. He scrambled onto the bed beside you. 

“I didn’t know you were such a buzzkill.” He teased. “I am not!” You protested closing the book in your lap. He leaned in closer to you, shoulder brushing against yours. “Prove it.” 

The air caught in your throat as his eyes travelled from yours, down to your mouth. He bit his bottom lip briefly and you could swear that he was about to lean in and kiss you. 

“O-okay!” You exclaimed hopping off the bed. The book fell to the floor, a loud thud filled the room. “Let’s go-o.” Confused, Valerio raised an eyebrow. “Go where?” “I’m going to prove that I’m not a buzzkill.” Intrigued the curly haired teen got to his feet. “But then we have to get to work.” You added and waited for him to agree. 

“Deal.” A smile spread across your face. “Good. Follow me.” 

The two of you made their way down to his pool. It was a very hot day, hottest of the year so far. The water glistened in the sunlight. A large flamingo floaty glided along the edge. 

You stripped down to your underwear leaving Valerio speechless. His eyes examined your body hungrily, lingering a little too long on your curves. 

He wasn’t prepared for you to jump into the pool. Your head emerged from the water, a sly smirk on your face. “Your turn.”

Valerio didn't hesitate. He fumbled out of his shirt. You couldn't help but blush as he removed his pants leaving nothing on but his boxers. He joined you in the pool. 

You coyly swam away into the shallow end, Valerio followed. You had decided to play catch so every time he’d get close you would swim away laughing. 

Unimpressed by your childish game, Valerio began to splash water in your direction. When you didn't give in he held his breath and went under. You continued to laugh until too long has passed and he wasn't coming back up. 

“Valerio?” Nothing. Worry filled over you and you swam back in his direction. When you were close enough to grab, the dark haired boy floated back up and wrapped his arms tightly around you. 

There was no use to try and break free, he was much stronger than you. But to your surprise you didn't want to anyway. 

You found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands travelled to your bum, holding you up, and your arms made their way around his neck. Your face inches away from his. 

He looked into your eyes for a brief moment before looking at your lips. The smile on his face slowly faded. 

“We should get back to the project.” He breathed. “Why? I’m just beginning to have fun.” You whispered, a sly smile spread across your face as you leaned in slowly. Valerio smirked and tilted his head.

His mouth brushed against yours. You closed your eyes leaning into the kiss completely. His lips were soft, softer than you had imagined. He tasted of chlorine and fresh mint chewing gum. 

Valerio bit your bottom lip. Surprised you parted your lips allowing him to stick his tongue inside. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as his tongue explored your mouth before intertwining with yours. What started as a not so innocent kiss turned into a heated make-out session.

The two of you glided in the pool towards the edge. Your bra straps fell loose down your shoulders revealing your breasts, just above your nipples. You felt the cold tile press against your bare back. 

Valerio’s hands travelled from your ass up your waist until he reached the bottom of your breasts. With his thumbs, he trailed the wire of your bra. His lips moved from yours down to your neck. “That is going to be a very visible hickey.” - you thought to yourself as he sucked on your bare skin. You could feel his member twitch in his boxers against your thigh. 

“It would appear you were wrong.” You whispered in his ear. “Yeah?” Valerio lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Not a buzzkill.” You teased with a smile before leaning in to kiss him again.

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[blushie14]

Stupid With Words [Skephalo]

🥺👉👈💌💕 (10/10 plot summary am I ri-)

Knowing him for a while, Darryl has gotten used to Zak’s unpredicticality. Of course, there are still many times where Zak can still surprise him or catch him off guard with his weirdness. But for some reason, he couldn’t help but think that he’s been acting odder than usual.

It didn’t really start off with anything strange at first. In fact, nothing about what Zak was doing was strange at all. He was only writing something in what looks like a little notebook planner, and Darryl didn’t even pay any mind to it.

It would’ve stayed that way if he didn’t realize that Zak was trying to hide the notebook from him.

Every time Darryl walked into the same room as him while he had his notebook out, he would immediately stop writing in it. Zak would frantically hide it anywhere like under a table or under his sweater. He would try to play it off like nothing happened by either striking up a conversation or by pretending to do something else.

Darryl always tried to do the polite thing and never brought it up whenever it happened. Whatever Zak was doing, it was something that he didn’t want him to see. He still cannot help but wonder why though. Why would Zak want to hide something like that from him?

Whatever the reason was, Darryl just hoped it wasn’t for a bad reason. After all, he can trust him with anything.

That’s what happened for a couple of days until today.

-

Darryl walked into the living room and paused as he looked at the surroundings in bewilderment. Pieces of paper were scattered on the table, couch, and floor.

He looked at Zak in confusion. He was sitting on the couch, once again writing in his notebook. Zak didn't notice him as he furiously scribbled on the paper before tearing it out, crumpling it into a ball, and leaving it on the table.

"Oh my goodness. Zak, you're making a mess."

Zak got startled and immediately closed his notebook. "Ah! Jesus, where did you come from?!"

"Um… I came from the hallway?" Darryl laughed a little before picking up one of the paper balls out of curiosity and took a look at it. "What's with all of this paper laying around?"

"Uhhh haha, yeah don't worry about it." Zak nervously laughed before standing up and taking the paper from Darryl. "Might not wanna look at that either."

Darryl was puzzled. Whatever was written in that paper was so scratched out that he could barely read it. He only recognized some words, but something also caught his attention. Was his name written in it?

"Why? What was that? Are you trying to write a journal or something?" If it was something private like a diary, he doesn't want to be nosy about it.

Zak grabbed his notebook and held it close to his chest. "Well.. no it's nothing like that."

Darryl looked around the room more. "Oh my gosh.. that's a lot of paper. How much did you write?!"

Zak realized how thin his notebook became and exactly how much paper was scattered everywhere. He flushed up in embarrassment.

"I um…heheh. Sorry, I'm having a hard time trying to get THIS." He waved his notebook in the air for a second. "this thing right. I promise I'll clean up everything I swear."

Darryl feels like he's missing something important. "Trying to get what right?"

Zak giggled. "To write right."

"Huh? Right! ...right?

"I wanna write right!

Darryl started to smile. "Well I can help you. Do you need help to write right?"

"NO!" Zak felt his face burn up as he laughed out. "Oh my god just- you can't look at what I'm writing!" He sheepishly smiled. "Not yet anyways."

"Not yet? Wait wh-"

Before Darryl could finish he felt Zak gently pushing him away. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Making you move away so I can be alone! Get out!" Zak laughed.

"What?! This is my living room too you- quit being a rude potato!"

"I need my privacy, sheesh! You're invading it!"

"Privacy!? I-.. Oh whatever, fine! Clean up the mess here first you fatty!"

"I will! Just go already!"

"Okay! I'll be in my room if you need me!" Darryl walked back to his room and giggled to himself. "Muffinhead.."

Once Darryl was out of sight, Zak took a deep breath and let it out, opening his notebook again.

-

A few hours passed. Zak finally felt like he was finished writing. Gripping the notebook tightly in hands, he slowly walked over to Darryl's door.

Once he was there, he silently cursed to himself when he saw how shaky his hand was when he reached for the doorknob. Anxiousness and doubtfulness grew within.

Despite that, he decided to push himself and opened the door. "Hey, Darryl?"

Darryl was on his computer as he turned to look at him. "Oh, hey man. You need something?"

"Yes and uhhh.. are you recording or streaming right now?"

Darryl shook his head. "No, why?"

"Here." Zak walked over to him and held his notebook out, struggling to not seem nervous in front of him. Darryl was confused for a moment until he gasped.

"Oooh! Are you finished writing?" He gently took the notebook. "So what did you write? Is it some kind of story?"

"Um just.. read it so you can find out." Zak bit his lip. A part of him really wanted to leave. His mind was basically screaming “Abort! Abort mission!,” but he stood firmly still. He already made up his mind as Darryl started to read.

"Darryl. I've been thinking about doing this for a long time and I finally brought myself to do it. It's something that's serious and very important to me."

Darryl paused for a moment and looked at Zak for a moment. He wasn’t exactly expecting this or to see Zak looking a little on edge. He wondered if he should be concerned, already feeling a bit worried, but he kept on reading.

“I'm kind of kicking myself in the head right now and I probably will still hate myself for doing this later on. Heck I’m probably kicking myself in the head right now while you read this. The thing is I know that it would be better if I just speak to you about it instead. I want to tell you how much you mean to me but we both know I’m very stupid with words. So I’m writing it out instead.”

Darryl couldn’t help but smile wide at this as he thought to himself. “Aww this is.. He didn’t have to do this..” He almost stopped reading to ask Zak what was this even for, but he kept reading.”

Meanwhile, Zak was internally freaking out in more ways than one. He saw Darryl’s smile and took it as a very good sign. It made him feel a little bit relieved, but then he went back to panicking on the inside as he recalled every single word he poured his heart into.

“We’ve known each other for so long and I just want to start off by saying I’m really happy we became friends. I know when we started off I messed with you a whole lot. And I know that we like to get on each other’s nerves. But I’m so happy you stuck by me. You’re probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

Darryl’s smile didn’t fade while he continued to read, feeling his face warm up and heart beat fast. He was adoring everything about this so far, loving every heartfelt word, As a few more seconds of reading went by, his soft smile slowly turned into a look of surprise as his face burned up.

“I’ve been really scared to say this for the longest time. But I eventually had to be honest with you. Darryl. I really like you. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment and paused to look at Zak again. He could tell that Zak was a nervous wreck. He seems shaky, looking away from him as he was fiddling with the strings on his hoodie. He re-read that line to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and continued.

“You mean the whole world to me and I really cannot imagine my life without you. You’re my favorite person to spend time with and I wouldn’t have it any other way. If you don’t feel the same way I’ll understand. I hope you’ll always be my best friend at least. Whatever happens I’ll love you forever and always. -Zak”

Darryl slowly closed the notebook. His face was still red and he was speechless as he struggled to find his voice. Zak looked at Darryl as soon as he noticed he stopped reading. He immediately felt worried as he couldn’t tell if that look of shock was a good thing or not. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god SAY SOMETHING DUDE!” Zak’s mind screamed out.

Zak decided to speak up first. “I know that that was kind of dumb and really really cheesy, but I-I.”

“I love you.”

“...Wait h-huh? What-”

Zak let out a yelp as Darryl suddenly squished him with all his might. “THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!” He squeaked out.

Zak felt a mix of disbelief, excitement, and relief all at once for a moment. “You like it!? Is that a yes!? Is.. is it-”

Darryl said nothing as he happily intertwined Zak’s hands with his. He wiped the tears starting to well up in his own eyes, having the happiest smile Zak has ever seen on his face.

It was Zak’s turn to smile like crazy, feeling as if a huge weight was lifted from his chest. He began to break down into laughter as he hugged Darryl so hard that the both of them almost lost their balance. Darryl squished him again. Neither wanted to let go for the longest time.

“Dude! I- You have NO IDEA how stressful that was oh my god! I can’t even- Where do I even begin!? I’m- I’m so happy right now..”

“Wait! So- Every time I saw you writing, you’ve- You’ve been trying to write this for the past few days!?” Darryl squealed out.

Zak suddenly became flustered. “No!… Maybe?… y-yeah.”

“And you kept rewriting i- Awww! Oh my goodness, that’s so adorable!”

Zak hid his smiling face against Darryl’s shoulder. “Nooo shut up it isn’t..”

“Yes it is!” Darryl giggled. “I loved it..”

-

Almost an hour went by. Zak grabbed his coat and walked over to Darryl. “Hey, so I’m heading out. Do you want anything when I-” He suddenly stopped talking and laughed a little as a blush crept up his neck. “Are you seriously reading it again?”

Darryl was leaning against his hand with a smile on his face, staring at the notebook Zak wrote in. He looked up at Zak and giggled. “What? Don’t judge me!”

“Oh my god..” He hid his face in his hand. “I still can’t believe you’re actually keeping that thing.”

“Oh come on, why wouldn’t I?” Darryl softly smiled and let out a small sigh as he looked at the notebook. “Of course I’ll treasure it..”

Zak smiled and continued to talk. “O-Okay… Anyways, do you need anything when I get back?”

“Nope! I’m good!” Darryl happily continued to read Zak’s confession once again until he noticed that Zak was still standing right next to him. He looked back up while raising a brow. “You want something?”

Zak quickly pecked him on the cheek and smiled brightly afterwards. “Not anymore! Byeee!” He ran off giggling to himself.

Darryl stared off into oblivion with a flustered look on his face, processing what just happened. He broke out into a goofy smile when the realization hit, and hugged Zak’s notebook tightly.

“I love you too…”

[End]

[thosemeddlingsims]

It has been quite a while since the last time I wrote a fic. Well, anyway here's a follow-up to caught and flustered and I guess would lead on to Stake Well Done or Death and Thereafter, or whatever timeline they’d end up going on a road trip and then stumbling into a mystery in some way. This might be my last attempt in writing lengthy pieces for some time unless something pops in my head again and get my groove on.

Anyway, hope y'all would like it. Even though I really didn't know how to end it. 😅

stuttered.

RATED K+ / T (?)

“You two should talk this out…”

Dawn’s words echoed in the recesses of Daphne’s foggy mind. It was easier said than done. It has been a little over a week since then and just a few days after the kiss that Dawn witnessed. And with all that time, she has not even built up the courage to talk to Fred.

“Daph…? Daphne? You ok?” Her contemplation was abrupted by a concerned yet familiar voice. She quickly blinks, only to realize that she has been sitting right across the booth from her bespectacled friend, Velma. She looks around, remembering that they have been sitting for quite some time in their regular coffee shop, Shakey Joe’s. They were waiting for the boys and Daphne had wanted to catch up with Velma after her trip from Washington. But instead, she blanked out on her and feels guilty about it. She softly shakes her head and forces out a smile. “I—I’m fine Vel. Sorry.”

“You sure?” Velma cocks her head and knits her brows. It was obvious that Daphne was not being her normally bright and cheerful self. “I don’t even think you’ve been listening to what I have said for the past few minutes.”

“I guess I’m just tired Vel.” Daphne fakes another smile and sinks herself into the leather cushion on her side of the bench. “Dawn got me really worked up with her fashion line. It’s been hard trying to get some sleep.”

Velma nods in response, unsure if she did believe her. It was not entirely a lie but between catching up with her sister’s exhausting demands and her compromised relationship with Fred, she is not ready to tell her about the latter. A sense of uncomfortable silence started to trickle in the atmosphere but fortunately (or unfortunately), it did not last that long. A soft tinkling of chimes alerted the business space of someone coming in.

“Hey look, the cavalry has arrived!” Velma waved towards the direction of the entrance. Daphne turned around to look as well, secretly hoping it was some other patron or customer Velma knew coming in. In her head, she was willing to prolong the inevitable. She has not played out what she would do or say once Fred arrives. But it was them, the boys.

It felt like a scene from a movie; there he was, soft sunlight shining through the door over him, strolling a few steps behind Shaggy and Scooby. His hair, golden and perfectly coifed. His smile beaming and his eyes, filled with warmth. He was wearing a crisp blue polo shirt and a pair of casual denim jeans. Why does he walk like that? This isn’t the first time he walked in through that door. Why are you seeing this now Daph, why?

“Like hel-lo gang!” Shaggy greets the girls with a wide smile as Scooby jumps onto the bench beside Velma. He continues to acknowledge them with a snobby plummy accent. “See you’ve gone ahead with beverages already. Like, let me pick us up something to eat then.”

Velma and Daphne looked on as Shaggy straightened his posture and headed towards the counter. What could he possibly be so happy about?

“Hey Scoob, what got Shaggy so upbeat?” Velma almost echoing Daphne’s thoughts. “He is aware that we’re off to some haunted place again, right?”

“Ri ron’t know…” Scooby shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. He would like to assume it was because of the food convention they have attended but a few days have already passed since then. “Ri ron’t remember.”

“Apparently, Shaggy got an invite to some celebrity chef’s dinner party.” Fred intrudes, smiling softly as he rested his right hand snugly into the pocket of his jeans. “They bonded during that food con they attended. The chef was impressed with Shaggy’s way of eating food.”

“Jinkies…” Velma clearly impressed. “Is that right?”

“That’s what he said.” Fred cocking his head towards Shaggy’s direction then sits down comfortably on the empty space beside Daphne. Her breath hitches and immediately withdraws to the corner of the booth. She hopes Velma would not notice but her quick glance at her would say otherwise.

Fred felt it too and he turned to take a gander at Daphne. “Everything alright Daph?”

“Yah.” Nope. Definitely not.

“I’m fine. I just told Velma that.” She waves a hand towards Velma. Not really and I’m pretty sure Velma doesn’t believe me.

She drew in a long breath, rested her chin against her right hand, and faked a smile for the third time. She avoids their gazes and looks up at the ceiling, but she could not keep it there. She looks back at her friends, unconsciously locking with Fred’s ceruleans. Nope! Look away! Look. Away.

“So… what about this case guys?” She changes the subject, rubbing the back of her neck. “Is it a missing person or another real estate agent trying to cheapen the price of the land?”

“Daph… you’re the one who took the call.” Velma shoots a side-eye at her. “You should be the one briefing us with the case.”

“Jeepers Velma!” Daphne huffs out a single laugh and shakes her head disapprovingly at herself. “You’re right. I remember it being some –”

“Hold that thought.” Velma interrupts standing from her seat. “I need to tell Shaggy not to get me one of those super-sandwiches he always gets us. Wanna come with me Scoob?”

Daphne furrows her eyebrows looking up as Velma leaves with Scooby and notices Fred was also looking in their direction. She pauses and stares down the back of his head, admiring the strands of his fine blonde hair sitting on the base of his nape. She is reminded of the sensation of having his hair between her fingers and the low growl he made when she mussed it up. But then he turned to face her, she quickly averted her eyes elsewhere. She took in a sharp breath and felt heat creeping through her cheeks.

“Daph?” The way he said her name sounded syrupy and sweet, but he has always said her name like that. C’mon Blake, he’s just concerned. “Are we ok?”

For some unknown reason, that question hit her like a cold splash of water. She felt speechless. Are we ok? Is there a ‘we’? What does he mean by ‘are we ok?’

Fred gazed at her with concern as he tried to reach out to her hand that was softly resting on the table. She wanted to flinch it away, but her mind (or maybe it was her heart) dictated to welcome the warmth instead. She did not move and watched his hand over hers, avoiding his eyes at all cost. And there it was again, that bolt of electricity that has been flowing through them every time they would have skin-to-skin contact. Her breath hitched. “Hey Daph… What’s wrong?”

“I...” she sighs deep with frustration. “I... I just –” C’mon Daph, spit it out! Don’t stutter!

“Like ok guys…” Daphne immediately jerks her hand away from his. Shaggy interrupts their moment, much to Daphne’s relief but to Fred’s dismay. He has been wanting to talk to her, but he was not sure how to start it off either. Shaggy, unaware of what is going on between the two, was carrying trays filled with piles of baked goods with a satisfied smile plastered on his face. Scooby and Velma, each carrying separate trays, following close behind. “Like Velma has your food. And if I do remember correctly, Daphne’s go-to is like, the ricotta and honey tartine and like Fredster, the meat lover focaccia roll. Right?”

“You’re right, Shag. Thanks.” Fred smiles thinly as he laid the tray down on the table. They should thank Velma that Shaggy did not get them some overloaded hoagie. But Fred suddenly did not have the appetite to eat, nor did Daphne. And if they said anything, Shaggy would likely not stop lecturing them for skipping a ‘meal’ he paid for. 

They spent the rest of the morning going through the initial information they have on the case. Unbeknownst to Fred and Daphne, Velma has been observing the building-up tension between them. Daphne did not really say anything about what happened during her week-long absence, aside from working with her sister Dawn. And this has been the first time she has seen Fred since she came back, so there was no chance of really catching up with him. If she knew any better, he would just say that he was working on the Mystery Machine.

Velma could see Daphne’s brows furrowed with an undecipherable expression painted in her eyes and her food was still untouched. She also noticed that Daphne has been trying to keep a distance from Fred for the past thirty minutes. She stole a look at Shaggy as well, observing if he was also noticing something different about the two. But she did not want to pry anymore, she would let Daphne tell her once she is ready. After going through the case and the specifics of their trip, they left heading off to do separate errands before going home to pack the things they would need for tomorrow.

But Daphne contemplated staying behind for a bit.  

“You two should talk this out…”

It was eating at her. Maybe without realizing it, she would implode with this thought ringing through her head over and over again. She bid the others goodbye, coming up with a stupid excuse to go the other direction. She turns around thinking Fred was still behind her, only to realize he has already gone ahead. She takes a few steps towards the parking area deep in thought. Maybe it’s easier not to bring it up for a while, right?

---

Fred stands on the pavement beside the Mystery Machine. He knew he would not get the chance to talk to Daphne, especially now that the rest of the gang have gotten back from their trips. He sighs and mutters to himself as he opens the door on the driver’s side.

“Freddie?” He must have been hearing things and figured that Daphne’s melodic voice was just in his head. He was quite sure that she had left with the rest of the gang, having the van all to himself. But there was a tingling sensation running through his back like someone is watching him. He turns around and finds her standing there, timidly tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Fred was not the best at reading non-verbal cues, but this was quite un-Daphne-like.

“Daph?” He said breathily, trying to catch her emerald eyes. “I thought you left with the others.”

“I– ” She stutters and gives out a soft nervous chuckle. “Well, uhm… I didn’t get the chance to answer your question earlier.”

Fred’s brows furrowed. There were a lot of questions asked in the coffee shop, most of them were about the case, which one of them could it be. “Uh… what question?”

“‘Are we ok?’” She avoids looking at him and Fred’s mind clears. He asked that before Shaggy had interrupted them. She takes in a deep breath. “I– uhm… anyway, I– I do hope that we are ok.”

“Hope? Why just hope?” It confused him. It seemed like there has to be a certain requirement for them to be ok. He would not know what to do if they were in a misunderstanding. He could not stand having the thought of him and Daphne being on bad terms. And she just stood there silently, keeping her eyes affixed elsewhere.

“Uhm…” She bites her lip, warily approaching him. “I feel like we’ve left off on the wrong foot the last time you came to visit.”

“Daph… I’m sorry I kissed you.” It was not the response she needed to hear. She was not asking for an apology, she just needed to clear the air. She wanted to assure him that she does not hate him for that or for anything ever. They have gotten much more intimate than just a kiss before that, and they have not addressed that one either. She hurriedly inched closer, shaking her head and reaching out to cradle his face between her palms. “You shouldn’t be sorry about that. I– I shouldn’t have asked you to leave so... uhm... frigidly.”

He closed his eyes and reveled at the warmth of her hands on his cheeks. He was trying his best to contain the heat that was building up in his chest. And yet, he struggled and gave in. He softly clasped her left hand, lightly taking it from his cheek. She watched as he guided the base of her palm to his soft lips, planting a kiss there. The gesture made her heartbeat quicken and a fluttering sensation has started in her belly.

“Freddie…” He opens his eyes, quite aware that he has done it again, kiss her. At least, it was not on her lips again. He searches her face for some form of disapproval, but she does not withdraw her hand away from him. He lets her go and she slowly curls her hands to her chest, her eyes fixed on him. “I’m sorry again, Daph. I shouldn’t have done that. I should stop doing anything really.”

“Freddie…” She swallows a lump she did not realize that has formed in her throat. I can’t… We can’t... I’m not ready to talk.  “I just said you didn’t need to apologize.”

She slowly takes a few steps back and softly smiles. “Anyway, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

“Don’t you want to ride along with me?” It felt like she was brushing him off again and it made his heart sink. He was hoping they could talk some more and figure out what is happening between them. It is obvious to him that whatever it is, it’s no longer platonic. It never was, to begin with, but they did mutually agree to prioritize their friendship. It was slowly getting harder to honor that though, especially with what happened between them at his place a few days back. It was his validation that maybe, she shares the same sentiment. He just needs her confirmation. “I could drop you off at your place, Daph.”

“Not today Freddie. I’m actually off to see mother. Thanks anyway.” She bites her lip as she hesitantly waved goodbye, trying not to maintain any eye contact. He stood there by the van’s door and looked on as she twirled around and walked away. It reminded him of the way she left that day; briskly and with no chance for him to say goodbye.

He sighs and whispers under his breath. “See you tomorrow, Daph.”