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Breaking Windows & Walls

The one in which R/anpo must save P/oe (for a change) and discovers the reason his dear accomplice was captured. And then, once they’re safe, R/anpo discovers something else, this time about himself.

Requested by the dear @onetrickponi. I hope I didn't make you wait tooooo long, and hopefully this can help give you a little distraction right now <333 (Not sure how well I did the 'language' part, but I hope you can enjoy it anyways~!)

The Request: - R/anpo helping out P/oe, (role reversal from canon) - R rescuing P, P has a raging head cold, R figures out quickly, (P can silent stifle, but the shuddering is hard to miss) - P is sleeping, R admires him, and is fascinated with getting P to sneeze freely

Characters: P/oe, R/anpo (R/anpoe ship lightly implied) ft. T/anizaki Word Count: 3.4k (a 'ficlet' she said, lying. Sorry hahaha~)

~~~ Windows ~~~

It should have been straightforward. 

The intel was carefully collected, each step was crafted with precision. The script was perfect and the stage was set. Ranpo even deduced how it would all go down. It should have been straightforward, there was no room for errors. 

“Instead, I’m stuck breaking into a building at three am all alone because no one else wants to wake up for a rescue mission.” Kneeling next to the basement window, Ranpo finds himself monologuing. Not an uncommon occurrence, simply a side effect of the incredible deduction ability!

Placing his jacket against the glass, Ranpo directs a firm blow, and- ouch, that was harder than expected.  The following crash elicits a yelp from the detective tied to a chair in the middle of the moonlit room. Sliding through the frame with ease, Ranpo lands gracefully, flashing a smirk towards his colleague. 

“Care to explain how you got caught using my brilliant plan, Poe-kun?” 

The bleary gaze he gets in return answers all on its own. Still, Ranpo finds himself waiting for the vocalized response, bowing slightly in one of his favourite poses. Poe simply watches him, an unfamiliar look resting behind his eyes. Maybe drugged? 

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” Ranpo demands, foot starting to tap against the glass splattered floor. Each crunch leaves Poe wincing, his lips parted in what Ranpo can only assume is a scowl, quite rude seeing as this is a rescue operation. 

“How did you find me?” Poe replies, a quiet undertow of exhaustion to his words. Ranpo decides to ignore the way he dodged the question, instead taking a new stance, hands against his hips.

“You missed check in.” 

This response seems to stick in the air, Poe tilting his head towards the window. “Has… has it really been that long?” 

“We don’t have all night, the guards are on break for now but they’ll be back in four minutes. Probably assumed you wouldn’t be able to get out on your own,” Ranpo offers, clicking open his knife, and beginning to slice the rope. “I don’t blame them, how were they to know I was coming to your aid.” As the rope falls limp against the ground, Ranpo turns to the window, beginning to climb up. 

He’s halted as a voice sounds out, timid yet clear. “I can’t climb through there.” 

Without casting a glance back, Ranpo tosses his reply over his shoulder. “I put my jacket over the glass, it’s perfectly safe, you won’t get cut. Now, stop hesitating, we have to go. My rescue, like all my plans, is flawless if you follow my instructions.” 

Based on the weighted sigh and crunching beginning to sound off from behind him, it seems the words got their point across. 

Along with one more noise, he can’t quite place. “hh’kngt-! ngxt-! ngt’chh-!” 

Once they’re both through the window, Ranpo leads the way, watching his breath swirl through the chilled night air. Maybe using your only coat to break a window isn’t the best plan. 

“So, are you planning to tell me how exactly you got captured?” Ranpo begins, spinning on his heel to gaze at the detective- 

-not following him? Still at the window, Poe’s back is towards him, body dipping in rapid succession. Even without his coat, the edge of cold in the air is dulled, certainly not sharp. It shouldn’t be leading to this level of shivering, he’d deduced early on it might be unpleasant, but not full shivering…? 

“Poe-kun, are you alri-” 

“nxgt’chiew-!” 

At the noise, Poe whips around to face Ranpo, pink staining his pale cheekbones. “I’m so sorry, Ranpo-kun, that one escaped, it was just… I was distracted and…” 

Ranpo begins to piece together the series of events that led them here. They didn’t speak in person, instead texted. Being careful with wording, it was easy to get away with his affliction. The deductions didn’t take into account Poe’s altered mental state from the fever, and… this leaves only one conclusion. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” 

This seems to catch Poe off guard, further evidence towards the conclusion being correct. He raises a hand back to his face, this time not turning around as he crushes a few more bursts silently into his palm.

Once the attack dies down, Poe lifts his voice, head remaining bowed. “I’m not… I’m not sick. Just something in the air doesn’t agree with… it doesn’t agree with me! That’s all.” The statement is punctuated with a sharp cough that leaves his breath rising into the air, mimicking the eyebrow raise Ranpo points his way. 

“You’re sick. I don’t even need to use deduction to figure that out,” Ranpo pauses, pulling out his glasses with a flick of the wrist. The panicked look he receives confirms his further suspicions as he continues. “But I could use it to figure out exactly what went wrong, if you refuse to tell me.” 

The truth is, both of them already know what went down. Poe was supposed to infiltrate the cell with a carefully constructed ruse, and said ruse didn’t account for the fevered slurring. Since each exact line was crucial to the interaction, slipping up was a dead giveaway. Add the fits that left him breathless, and he was basically a rabbit walking into a wolf den. 

Easy prey. And even easier to avoid, if all facts had been given from the start. 

“There’s no need for that, Ranpo-kun. I’m… I’m well aware that if… if you… hh-!” Dipping back into his palm, Poe stifles the next few bursts.

“nchh-! en’chh-! nchhh-! nn’chh-!” Each sound is no louder than a gust of air. If he wasn’t in the middle of a sentence, maybe Ranpo wouldn’t have noticed at all.   

Instead, he finds himself studying Poe. They seem to come in sets, rapid-fire bursts that build intensity as they’re suppressed. Poe’s knees buckle as he leans against the wall, the final one nearly scraping its way out again. As the fit subsides, it leaves only a breathless “gnxt’chh-!” to show it existed at all. 

Without a word, Ranpo drapes Poe’s arm over his shoulders, bearing the majority of his weight. Lips part, a refusal starting to bloom on his tongue, but Ranpo shuts it down with a single look. Once he’s confident the remaining gap is only for breathing, they begin their journey back towards the car. Finally. 

A few steps in, Poe begins to shudder against him. The fever shouldn’t be this bad, not this fast, is he sicker than previously thought? Maybe it’s chills, those can cause- Oh. 

Catching a glimpse of the undeniably itchy look on Poe’s face, the answer is suddenly obvious. Almost ridiculous he didn’t catch on before, Poe was just doing it. Still, these are even quieter than before, each stifle perfectly silenced. Not even a brush of air escapes from his pinched nose. 

“Blessings, Poe-kun.” 

Given the horror that passes through Poe’s eyes, you’d have thought Ranpo stabbed him. And even so, the words seem to have that effect, his breath growing faint as he nearly knocks himself to the ground attempting to face Ranpo. 

“Wha- what?” Poe stammers, eyes beginning to show through his hair as the wind brushes a few strands from his rose coloured cheeks. Ranpo can’t help but chuckle at the sight, he can be quite adorable at times… 

“It’s a blessing,” even while teasing, Ranpo can’t help himself from providing the explanation, despite Poe clearly knowing already. “In western culture, people offer one when someone is suffering with sternutations.” 

“Y- yeah I know-”

“Seeing as you’re fluent in English, and originally from America, I thought it appropriate to partake in the culture you’d be more familiar with,” Ranpo lowers his voice, eyes meeting Poe’s in a gaze that almost feels too personal. There’s a slight water beginning to run down Poe’s cheeks, and Ranpo decides not to think too much into that, problems for another day. 

“Thank you, Ranpo-kun,” Poe begins, turning away for a minute with a hushed noise. 

Well that won’t do. “Speak up, I can’t understand you when you’re muttering. It’s like trying to interpretare Karl’s noises.” 

The flush deepens as the floor seems to grow in interest rapidly to Poe. “I- it just… sometimes… well uh so just… sometimes it gets hard to not be speaking in… my language. Especially when the words are already… a little fuzzy.” 

“From the fever,” Ranpo finishes, ignoring the pleas of ‘no’ and ‘I’m fine’ that burst almost as rapidly as the previous fits. There’s a beat of silence, Poe leaning back against Ranpo as his knees begin to shake again, Ranpo trying to ignore the way… holding him up feels, almost protective. 

“I guess we do speak in my language most of the time, don’t we?” 

Poe doesn’t meet his eye, instead ducking into his wrist with another stifle, this time it slips through his defenses. “eh’gnxtieww-!” 

Letting his voice blow warm air against Poe’s ear, Ranpo begins to speak again. His accent is flawed, and the words are rough around the edges, but the sentence is grammatically perfect English.

“Bless you, Edgar. Let’s get you home.”  

There’s a sharp inhale in reply, though if it’s from the English or another sneeze is anyone's guess. Pulling him closer, Ranpo continues back to the car, without a coat he’s starting to freeze out here, both detectives being sick isn’t gonna help anyone. 

A noise breaks the silence after a few minutes. It’s soft, Poe’s accent dulled by the familiar American tones. “Thank you, Ranpo.” 

~~~ Walls ~~~ 

As the car door closes, both detectives breathe a sigh of relief. As always, Ranpo’s foresight was excellent, leaving the car running so the backseat was warmed. Poe still shivers violently, Ranpo sighing as the shuddering devolves back into another silent fit. Each jerking motion is followed by a wince, his sinuses clearly upset at the abuse. 

Regardless, pressing the issue further is sure to lead to more denials, so Ranpo lets it go, however obvious the infliction may be. Almost insulting at this point to act like it’s not noticeable. 

“I called Kunikida to pick us up, since I can’t drive us home, and…” Ranpo leaves ‘you’re in no state’ unsaid. “Though I suspect he’ll be sending Tanizaki in his place. His schedule doesn’t allow for such early morning adventures.” 

“Genius as always, Ranpo-kun,” Poe replies, doubling over into his lap as the words bring another set of coughs along for the ride. Ranpo can’t help flinching at the noises, which… of course Poe noticed, and pulled away.

“Hey,” Ranpo says, softening his voice. “That doesn’t sound too good. Should I call Kunikida back and ask him to bring some Esutakku Eve Fine?” 

Poe chuckles lightly in response, rewarded with another harshly stifled sneeze for his efforts. “eh’gznnxch-! Despide livig here for years dnow, I’b still dot caughdt up with medicadtions.”  

The congestion barely hides the exhaustion starting to lace his words, and he continues to mumble something Ranpo only catches as ‘Quill’ and ‘brand names’. 

It wasn’t an answer for ‘should I call Kunikida’, but Ranpo easily deduces that at nearly six am, he wouldn’t be picking up anyways. As these deductions start to fade away, Ranpo feels a weight hit his shoulder. Eyes turn down to find Poe slumped against him. 

For a moment, a single moment, all his logic is void, and Ranpo finds himself panicking. Did Poe just faint? The fever was bad, but it shouldn’t have been passing out levels of bad- Maybe calling Kunikida is the right choice after all, or maybe Dazai, he’d actually answer, or mayb Atsu- 

The panicked rantings are cut off by congested snores starting to fill the silent air. Logic takes its seat back at the forefront of his mind as Ranpo feels his breathing slow to normal. He’s just sleeping. Given how sick he is, and the events of last night, that makes complete sense. 

Gently lifting his arm, Ranpo watches Poe curl closer to his chest, a slight hum breaking free from his chapped lips. In this moment, this quiet peace, Ranpo finds himself bathing in the beauty radiating from the heat-kissed detective in his arms. 

As light peeks in through the glass, the warm colours wash over Poe’s delicate features, gliding across his fever-stained cheeks. A feeling starts to form in Ranpo’s mind, one that jumps down into his gut. All the deduction in the world wouldn’t be enough to pinpoint this feeling, and none was even tried. 

Ranpo feels his breath catch as Poe stirs, reaches a hand up, and stifles into his wrist. A slight wisp of air escapes, “en’chh-!” not as silent as before, yet still nothing at all like a real sneeze. As he curls back in, the snoring beginning anew, Ranpo finds himself grappling with a new fact. 

He wants to see Poe let them out.

Stifling even in his sleep, it’s just… it’s so controlled, and so careful, and so nervous, and- Ranpo just wants to see it set free. To watch Poe let it go, and completely open up. 

Careful not to wake him, feeling his heartbeat in his throat, Ranpo angles himself so Poe’s head is resting in his lap, and sets to work. He gently traces the bridge of Poe’s nose with his finger, pressing at the tip. He can feel it pulse at the touch, a quiver running through his nostrils that spreads down Ranpo’s entire body in response. 

Still, despite the irritation, it doesn’t seem to be enough. So, reaching into his pocket, Ranpo pulls out a tissue he’d left there days earlier. Unused, of course, though it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Despite knowing the procedure, he’d never performed the action before. 

Ranpo felt his hands tremble as he twisted a corner into a point, running it along his hand to test. It’s soft, leaving sensations not unlike a tickle along his skin. This should be ideal. Glancing over towards Poe, Ranpo finds his heartbeat speeding up, his breaths coming shallow and fast. 

His hand reaches down, sliding the tool into its intended target. He twirls it around a few times, dragging it up and down each inch of skin inside Poe’s nose. Ranpo watches how his face contorts with irritation. Noting what spots make his nostrils flare, and how if he drags it across certain areas Poe’s breath with catch. 

Using this to guide the instrument, Ranpo swirls it deeper, delight filling his lungs as a twitch runs through Poe’s body, spreading from his nose down through his back into his hands. Finally he gives the tissue a sharp twist, and Poe’s entire nose quivers in response. There, finally found the spot. 

Gently guiding it back and forth, eliciting breathy hums, Ranpo watches the sheen begin to form on the rims of Poe’s nostrils, the tip of his nose scrunching, lashes fluttering despite his eyes remaining closed. After what feels like a lifetime, there’s a final shaky inhale. 

“hh’ekshhhiee-!” The sneeze breaks free, unrestrained but soft. There’s a tired edge to it, the breathless sound matching the way Ranpo feels his vision beginning to swim. 

Conscious, but not quite awake, Poe manages to raise a hand to his face in time to catch the next batch. “hh’izzshhiew-! ah’kezzshhiee-! kzzehshhhiew-!” They’re a touch harsher, his voice starting to fill them out. 

Poe’s eyes drag open, just to slam shut again as his fingers begin to tighten around his nose. A sudden panic that he can’t quite explain fills Ranpo’s throat, his words starting to fall out rough and scattered. He grabs Poe’s wrist, light yet firm, and meets the confused gaze with a gentle one of his own.

“Don’t stifle them.” 

Gasping in response, Poe manages to nod, before ducking into his hands with the first real fit he’s had since Ranpo rescued him and this god-awful cold he’s brought with him. 

“aH’KZSHhhuew-! keh’ZSHHhhiew-! huh’kNZSHhiee-! ak’nzehhhieew-!” 

“Bless you, Poe-kun,” Ranpo murmurs, captivated by the display.

“Tha… thagk- hH’ENZShhiew-!” Poe manages to pause long enough to let out a sniffle, rubbing his nose frantically as his eyes cloud over again. “Oh, sguse mbe- ah’TNZSHhiehh-! hh’INGZShh’iew-!” 

Another blessing slips off Ranpo’s tongue, as naturally as breathing, despite the rarity of such customs in his world. Poe doesn’t seem to notice this one, too caught in the whirlwind of hitching and sneezing. His sinuses seem the type to ‘resent and remember’, not forgive and forget. 

“ah’tzshhuuee-! Oh Christ- ahhh… heH- knZESHhiew-! hh’eNGZSH’diew-! hH- guhhh…” Finally seeming to get a break, Poe turns to Ranpo, the tips of his ears starting to adopt that beautiful pink sheen.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he speaks up, voice still holding that breathless sound that follows a sneeze. “Was there a purpose to that, Ranpo-kun?” 

For one of the first times that he can remember, in his entire life, Ranpo finds himself speechless. There’s no answer. There’s no logic to back this choice. It was just… a choice. And… there’s no regret, it felt like the right choice… feels like the right choice. 

Before he can stop it, he finds himself starting to speak. “I just… wanted to see you let it go.” 

Poe smiles, a gentle sort of look that brings Ranpo’s heartbeat right back into his throat. When Poe begins to speak again, that breathless sound is still there, this time matching the way his nose is shaking. “Well.. if- ihhh… if you wish it so, let it… lehhh… let it be.” 

“Are you su-”

“hH’GNZSHhhiew-!” Through his hands, Poe manages to shoot Ranpo an awkward smile. “I dohh… hNZSHhh’diew-! I don’t think I cou… could…. ak’tnESHhziew-! Could stop even if… even…” 

He trails off, staring at the roof of the car as his tongue starts to press through his lips. Shallow little breaths sound from his lungs, each one seeming to leave him itchy, but not quite over the edge. Ranpo reaches over and taps his nose, before realizing… why? That wasn’t thought through, there was no reason behind that, but… 

Poe lets out a faint moan of relief, raising his hands back to his face. “Thankyou- eH’TIEZZSHH’iee-! ingzshhhiee-! ah’kntzsshuu-!” 

“Bless you again. Are-” Ranpo’s cut off by a yelp, nearly jumping out of his skin as a knock on the window has Poe bashing his head on the roof. They both stare towards the source of the noise, jumping again as the front door of the car opens, and Tanizaki climbs into the driver's seat. 

“Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there. Sorry for the wait, Kunikida-san didn’t give me a lot of warning, and I didn’t want to wake Naomi so I had to be careful sneaking out,” Tanizaki offers, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as matching glares are pointed his way. “I guess I could have given you a little heads up before just knocking on the window…!” 

“Maybe a little, yeah,” Ranpo replies, an edge to his voice that he can’t quite place. Why is it there…? At least, until Poe sniffles against his wrist, the fit clearly not over. Oh… that’s why. 

“Oh, are you feeling okay?” Tanizaki asks, beginning to start the car. Poe can’t reply, breath stolen by the overwhelming itch that’s not quite ready to let him go. 

“hh’kNXGT-! ek’gZNT’chh-! hehh- hH’EZNCHH-!” The stifles are punctuated by harsh gasps, and light moans as each seems to only send the tickle deeper into his sinuses.

Tanizaki opens his mouth to respond, but is quickly cut off as Poe lets out a whine, and the sneezes begin to burst forth, too desperate to be suppressed. “ek’ZIESHHiee-! hh’ENGKZSHh’diuew-! ah’TIEZSHhuu-!” 

Poe gasps in between, struggling to get a sentence out as the blush deepens against his pale skin. “I’b- eh’tkzshhiew-! I’b sorry- hH’ENZSHhhiew-!” 

Feeling the burning sensation starting to bubble up again, Ranpo bites his tongue, instead pulling Poe into his chest, hiding him from Tanizaki’s line of sight. With a smirk, and barely contained irritation, he offers, “Please drive us home. Poe-kun needs to get to bed.”

“Got it,” Tanizaki replies, the sincerity in his voice starting to dull the simmering feeling in Ranpo’s gut. “Hope you feel better soon!” 

Poe manages to stall the coughing long enough to get out a weak “Thangs, eh’ktzshhieu-!” ducking back into Ranpo’s chest. 

At a calculated volume, one only Poe will hear, Ranpo speaks up with one last English phrase. “Bless you, Ed. I will care for you.” 

With a slight hum, Poe lets his eyes shut once more, the whirr of the car and the soft touch of Ranpo’s embrace guiding him back into a much needed sleep. 

[evmrellie]

Labyrinth | s.r x gn!reader

summary: You're scared about your feelings for Spencer. Insp by labyrinth from Taylor Swift.

genre: fluffly and hurt/comfort. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader (I'm a girl so I wrote going on this way, but I think I didn't gave any descriptions abt being one, so it's totally safe for gn!readers <333 if I did, I'm sorry, I didn't notice.) words: 1,3K warnings: family issues, inexperienced!reader, reader never being in a relationship before, insecurity, anxiety, mention of toxic relationships (not between reader and anyone else) notes: hiii, this is my first oneshot so plss be nice 😭✋🏻 im not used to write like this, but I'm so obsessed with Spencer and I had this idea and I couldn't just let go. English it's not my first language, so forgive me if any mistakes or if u guys don't understand smth. not proofread. hope you guys like it !! <3

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

You've never trusted relationships, not that you had experienced any, but what you saw growing up? What you were used to? Didn't make you want to get into one in the first place.

You never denied that you've dreamed about that; finding a true love and a nice, healthy relationship since you saw all your friends living it. That hurted you a little, but you learned how to live with it.

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You tried to catch your breath, adjusting it as much as possible. You were used to unlearn the ability of breathing when you were around people who made you nervous, especially if you had a slightly crush on them. Actually, you unlearn every normal thing that humans do when they interact, it's like a part of your brain stops working and refused to turn it on again. He loved to make you embarrassed, especially in front of pretty nerd ish boys.

The first time you met Spencer it consumed all of your brain chemistry. Day and night making fantasies of how it would be meeting the boy again with the help of destiny, falling in love and maybe being obsessed with you the same way you were with him. But you knew that it was just a fantasy and it would never happen, it was just your brain trying to distract you from the real world and your real problems.

It was a nice escape though.

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Everything happened so fast in your time vision, it terrified you of how easy he was able to get through it. You were always scared of relationships because, yeah, it was nice and easy to fantasy about it, but to actually live it? That scared the shit out of you. All your Inexperience, insecurities and traumas couldn't be fixed from one day to another.

Everything that you learned from your parents was that if you dived in too quickly, it would be a mistake. Not only from your parents, but also from people you were close to, seeing their relationship rise too fast and going effortlessly and awfully down.

You never understood why they keept doing it, sinking into the same situation over and over again, sometimes with the same or a different guy. How they kept being pulled and compelled by it? You didn't understand because you never felt it.

It was so scary how relationships could rise so fast and sink at the same speed.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

You understood why they kept like that in the worst — best— way possible.

When it first hit you that you were falling in love with Spencer felt like a harsh slap in your face, leaving red bruises and a terrible burning in. You didn't want to accept it, it was frightening to actually let it in.

Was getting hard with the passing time, he wasn't getting any easier and neither were his loving and caring acts. I mean, how could someone like him be so.. careful with you? You felt like a broken piece who would never be loved and receive this kinda of treatment, it was starting to confuse you.

You knew he wasn't the type of person who liked being touched or touching other ones, but with you? Every possibility of being close to you, hugging you, touching your hand and giving a sweet cuddle in that same spot was driving you insane. He made sure that any free time he had, he spent with you. Or even at work, in his free time that he used to call you.

Reid talked to you about his mom and his abandonment issues with his father so openly that made you open yourself with him too. You didn't want to scare him telling him about your family situation or make him think you're a weird, problematic person, but you couldn't let him vent to you and not say a thing. He hasn't change with you. In fact, it only bought you both closer.

You ended up accepting what you felt for him, you didn't want to fight against it, deep down was a comfort feeling. For the first time you felt what everyone around you always talked about. And oh god, it really was an amazing feeling. But no, you would never tell him that. The thought of how this could end so fast after telling him that because probably it wasn't reciprocal, hurted you so bad that keeping it to yourself was the best decision you could make.

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice called you off of your own thoughts, his Cheshire Cat smile growing as he saw your face turning into a shade of burgundy.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like a deer lost in the headlights.” He snorted a laugh.

“What?! I'm not-“

He interrupted you, getting up from the chair where he was lost doing his usual puzzles. Spencer walked over to you, resting one of his hands on your face while the other one brushed away a few strands of hair that fell into your eyes. You automatically snuggled your face between Spencer's hands, smirking and closing your eyes, enjoying the gentle caress his fingers made on your cheeks.

“Tell me, please.” He begged you, you could easily hear the smile into his words. He was always so polite, it made you want to scream into a pillow and kick your feets in the air.

You sighed, tired to hide how you felt.

“Honestly? About you. I think I already fell for you.”

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

You were scared of his reaction, to look at him and see his eyes falling in pity for you; About him suddenly telling you to go home because he didn't felt the same and saying that this wouldn't work between you two. But to be honest, you couldn't hide anymore, not for him and not for yourself. You needed to break free from this labyrinth you created on your mind, there's no way you could keep up with this and stay cool like it didn't made your chest burn everytime you looked at him.

He surprised you by just laughing softly.

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

“Well, i’m pretty sure i am terriefiedly in love with you.”

You swore that if this was a joke you would combust and turn into a million pieces of yourself, no one would ever find you again.

Your eyes caught up at his sparkling hazel irises that conveyed how much he begged for the same answer. You always felt something carving like a dagger inside your chest when he looked at you like that, like you could break him with any wrong do.

It was absolutely terrifying how easy he broke you to this, to this situation where you could never lie and deny that you felt the exactly same for him. You were head over heels for him. Not in a million of worlds you could imagine that Spencer Reid felt the same thing you did for him, but you were also pretty sure that you were the one who would end up with the heart completely shattered if this ever come to an end.

“I love you so much, Spence.” You said, and then his lips parted open and you were able to feel his sweet taste coming into yours.

[loveephia]

*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[kyojurismo]

Can you write Genya meeting a ballerina and trying to impressive her?

▸ ANSWERING. omg i’m so excited bc it’s my first time writing for genya <333 thank you for the request

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. genya shinazugawa x fem!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. modern au! genya being a mess around girls (canon), kamaboko squad helps him a bit, reader is around genya’s age, not proofread

you’ve practiced ballett since you were little and you were one of the best in the district.

genya meets you on your way to your ballet class. well, actually he almost trips in front of you. you chuckle lowly and flash him a cute smile before continuing walking.

tanjiro helps him while zenitsu and inosuke laugh at him. “you have a way to interact with girls, genya,” zenitsu states before nezuko glances at him. “look who’s talking . . . you’re a bit creepy sometimes,” she says.

inosuke gets distracted by a couple of butterflies while kanao takes nezuko’s side on the argument. “well,” zenitsu ignores them and turns to tanjiro.

“how do i talk to her?” genya looks at his friend, pleading. “oh um, give her a flower?” zenitsu raises his eyebrows. “what’s wrong with you, tanjiro?”

“nothing!” kanao enters the conversation. “everyone likes flowers, i’m sure that’s a good idea, genya,” she then smiles at him and he nods slowly.

then it’ll be a flower.

genya picked a few lillies and once his eyes meet your figures again he feels his heart beating faster. you’re looking down at your phone, replying to some messages. genya takes a deep breath and starts walking in your direction, but when he’s about to ignore you, you raise your head and meet his face.

“h-hello . . .” genya mentally cringes when his voice stutter, fearing you’ll consider him an idiot. “good evening,” you smile shyly, stopping in your track. “um, these are for you. i-i thought of your t-shirt when i saw them and . . . i don’t want to come off as a creep or sum, i just wanted to give ‘em to you.”

you look down at the cute flowers he’s offering to you and smile, accepting them timidly. “thank you, stranger?” you chuckle a bit. genya doesn’t get it soon, but then he shakes his head, his cheeks visibly red now. “genya,” he smiles.

“i’m y/n. thank you for the flowers, genya,” you bow a little, truly grateful for the flowers. “i’ll see you around the park, i guess?” you say before smiling at him and then you start walking again.

genya nods, looking at the ground for a few seconds before turning around in a flash. “hey! would you like to go out some day? like to the cinema or something,” he raises his voice so you can hear him. you turn and look at him for a few moments, not saying anything. “if you can’t that’s fine! i don’t—”

“i’d like to, what about tomorrow? same time,” you smile tilting your head a bit.

genya nods eagerly, making you giggle. you wave goodbye and he thinks you’re the cutest girl he’s ever met.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. idk if that’s close to what you had in mind, but um well, i hope it wasn’t too bad hehe

[kairiscorner]

magandang araw po filipino reader x gwen please 🥺 SALAMAT POOO kinilig po ako sa lahat ng ginawa nyo napapasobra po ako ng sigaw SFSGFHF have a great day po!!!

AHIOBEBCECNIOIW SALAMAT PO ANONNNN <33 you too po <:) BUT OFC SURE !!

gwen x filipino reader

i do think gwen would get on your parents' bad side if she...... ykw..... so you save her by telling her "just call them 'tito' and 'tita', you'll be safe."

she'd make an effort learning tagalog to be able to communicate better with your parents! though, at times, she might fumble up a few words, she tries her hardest, and that's what counts :>

SHE LOVES GOING OUT ON LATE NIGHT JOLLIBEE DRIVE THRUS WITH YOUUUUU

i think that at family gatherings, like noir, she'd defend you against those marites relatives you might have; like every little snide side comment they have, she defends you and retorts their comments with witty comebacks of her own :>

gwen loves to make herself helpful to you, it's one of the best ways she shows her love. when you're supposed to set the table or help make rice or dinner and gwen's around, you can bet she'll be help you around, NO QUESTIONS ASKED !

and she'd do them in a flash, too. like after she helps you out with one task, she's itching to help you out with another. your family liked her for her eagerness to help and her humbleness, like when she's told she's so sweet for helping out, she just says, "ah, walang anuman po, i'm just doing it because sadyang gusto ko pong tumulong" LIKE THE SWEETIE SHE IS

she's quiet when she's at family gatherings with you, but she loves your family and how accepting they are; they really make her feel like they care about her well-being when they ask her if she's eating right, if she wants to eat more, how she's doing--even if it may come off as nosy at first, when you tell gwen they're doing it out of general concern, she feels so much better and welcome about it <:)

SHE'S AN AMAZING DANCER IMO AND SHE LOVES DANCING WITH YOU, especially at parties or birthdays like debuts where there are slow dances; MAN SHE'D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY, BE IT FREESTYLE OR SLOW DANCE AAAAA

she's your home away from home, even if..... you are home with your family at gatherings :') when things get hectic or too loud or too distracting at family gatherings, all you have to do is call her up or text her, and she'll be on her way to sweep you off your feet and take you somewhere fun :>

SHE ALSO TAKES YOU TO JOLLIBEE DRIVE THRUS ALL THE TIME, since she's around 16 she can get a permit. she'd def drive you around to jollibee and have you feed her fries as she drives <333

SHE ALSO LOVES THE FOOD YOU MAKE HER, AND IF YOU MAKE HER CHAMPORADO....... OMG she's in love with you forever.

"beh... teka, ang sarap, what the fuck-" gwen to all the food you make her, especially the filipino style and native filipino foods <33

she also, like all the previous x reader peeps i've written for, tries to make an effort at learning tagalog or your local dialect to understand you, your relatives and friends better. she learns through two ways with you, which she learns better from: teleseryes/dubbed cartoons or shows and songs.

she thinks some teleseryes on tv are cliched, BUT THEY ALWAYS GET HER WHEN SHE LEAST EXPECTS IT LMAOOOO

the songs though..... she loves ben&ben, that is final. she sings "pagtingin" with you out loud and laughs whenever she sees you get too into the song. during instrumentals, she holds your hand, looks into your eyes and says, "mahal kita, sobra" and kisses your cheek, nose, lips; wherever she can kiss on you and wherever you're comfortable <333

a/n: I LOVE HERRRRRR I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TOO ANON AAAAAA <33333

[arahea]

Itto was a loud oni, that's something Althea learned quite quickly from her short time of working at the coffee shop. She always had to be his and his group of "bros" waiter, not because no one else wanted to serve this rambunctious group but because they always seemed to sit at her tables. She didn't mind how loud they were, they were a good distraction from the other customers and they actually gave her a tip despite always being on the topic of some new money scheme they could do to get some cash. And perhaps she liked the loud oni for his charismatic yet stupid personality but no one needs to know that (everyone knows that).

After a while Itto and his boy band (with Kuki) knew Althea quite well. They always expect her to be their waiter. They considered her a friend or as Itto liked to call her, his campadre. Althea got to know Itto with the time they always were at the coffee shop, which was quite often and started to call him a friend, perhaps even a crush. It was one of the days the arataki gang showed up that was quite different from the rest.

"How's it going with my favourite customers?" Althea asked, a smile on her lips as she looked at the group. "Campadre! We missed you yesterday!" Itto exclaimed, a hint of a pout to his words.

Althea laughed a little at his words feeling somewhat endeared that he searched for her outside of her work hours. "I was off yesterday." she stated cheerily, the time off helped her recharge just a little from the long standing and constant conversing that is her job. Kuki sighed slightly and gave Itto a look, "I told you. You were worried for nothing."

Itto flushed a little at Kuki's words and tried to wave it off, "Pffft, worried? Why would I, Arataki Itto, be worried? Anyway, campadre," he looks at Althea with big, shining eyes, "How about you join the Arataki gang? We do all sorts of cool stuff! I'm sure you've heard of our great deeds by now."

Althea raised an eyebrow at his words but her smile didn't falter. It was true that she has heard about the arataki gang but more from complaining customers and from the arataki gang themselves. She tapped her chin in thought, there was no harm in joining them, was there? Though she hopes they don't expect her to leave her job on a whim...

"You don't have to accept Itto's proposal. Don't feel pressured." Kuki said, her gaze reassuring as they watched Althea.

Althea waved it off, no harm in joining them if she gets to hangout after work hours. She did say she wanted to get to know this oni a little more. "I'll join." she stated, confident in her answer and decision.

"GREAT! We can all meet up tonight to officially welcome you to the gang. Maybe even throw a little surprise for ya!" Itto beamed from how happy her acceptance made him. Not that he doubted she would say no. Who could say no to him? The Arataki Itto? Surely no one!

And thus began Althea's adventures with Itto and his gang.

- 🪐

THIS IS SO ENDEARING 😭💕❤️💕

The idea that they tip is so funny because I can definitely imagine Itto doesn't really know how much to tip so everyone just scrapes a bunch of dollars together and is just aggressively wondering if it's enough 😭

Nwjdbqodbqodnq I love this so much, thank you bae <333 IF I COULD ID SMOTHER U IN KISSES FR

Bwdibwidbw wondering if I get to keep.my job is so real HAHA

The way they keep sitting at one table

The way Itto worried 😭😭 I love him

I love you SM thank you <33

Love Kuki tho 😭 sees through all, literal voice of reason HEHSHSH

Nah fr boutta print this out and stick it on my wall for any bad day to instantly vanish into thin air 😭

Baudhqidu ebdiwnd my HEART

[pockcock]

if you're okay talking about it can you go a little detail about your break up. i am tryna get over one rn and i don't know what to do or how to react. no worries if you don't feel like talking about it i totally get it💖

hi anon <3 I put an undercut to not bother anyone with my ex relationship but I hope it helps you <333 tw: abusive relationship, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide

I honestly want to talk about it but at the same time, I don't wanna be the person who CONSTANTLY talks about their ex (though my therapist told me it was okay to talk about it since it's a new thing).

We'd been together for 5 years and in those 5 years, he emotionally abused me. I was told by my previous therapist that he was abusive but it's a very... sudden and intrusive almost information. Your lover, the one with whom you wanted to marry, and someone says he's abusive. It's not an easy thing to accept. But even before that, I could see signs, I'd stumble upon other people's posts/videos and be like "they're describing him? no, it can't be..." so it was a painful process.

You may ask "Sun, why did you put up with him for 5 years?" and the best answer was given by my therapist: "He'd given you a cup of water with a drop of poison every day. And now you're watching the footage of that day thinking 'The water did taste funny! Why didn't I realize this earlier?' but it's impossible to know when you're actively in that situation."

I've stayed because I loved him, believed that he loved me and he did actually love me. This doesn't excuse the fact that he's abusive. (Here goes the anger stage of grief~~) He had diminished my self worth slowly but surely, made sure I was being more insecure while feeding me the "I made you more confident," lie, praised himself and belittled me, my traumas and my struggles. He made me believe that I was abuısive, sexist, unsuccessful, ungrateful, selfish, etc. He even said "All you do is lay down all day, you can do your assignments. Had it been me in your situation, I'd still be on top of my classes with 3.50+ GPA," while I was recovering from my leg surgery. He told me this when I was trembling from the pain. I couldn't even breathe from the pain some days, let alone sleep, eat or anything. And amid all this, I was depressed so much so that I attempted and was fortunately saved by my cat <3

He would start fights or escalate the fights I started and would disappear for HOURS. One of those days he told me "you'll start appreciating me when I'm gone," and again, disappeared for hours and I had to call the police to which he responded with "i have enough shit to deal with and now I have to deal with the shit you caused." Same thing happened again and that's when I decided to break up.

These are just a fraction of what he'd said. And, as my best friend said, good riddance. I'm so glad I'm no longer with him.

I fortunately have a great support system. My mom, my family, my best friends and my therapist help a lot. Plus, I'm currently working and that's a good distraction too!

I honestly don't know how your relationship was, how you two broke up but I'm hoping it wasn't like mine. If you want to talk, find people who'll listen and won't judge you. Find friends who'll support you regardless of what happened between you and your partner. It is okay to talk, to want to scream, to cry. You're going through the stages of grief, just like I am and it's health!

While you're grieving, do not, DO NOT hurt or ignore yourself. Do not be angry at yourself. Take care of yourself, regularly shower, brush your teeth, do your skincare routine even when these things feel like a chore. One thing that helps me a lot is to pretend like I'm a youtube who's filming their skincare routine, shower routine, dental care routine etc. It's fun and motivating. You can even film yourself while doing those things!

If you don't have anyone to talk, write. Write about it on tumblr, on twitter, on reddit, anywhere you feel comfortable with. If you don't want it on the internet, write on a paper, keep it or throw it away. But don't hurt yourself. Don't be angry with yourself and don't ignore yourself.

I hope you feel better soon! Break ups are messy and hurtful even when they're not as messy/hurtful. It's going to be okay! I promise <3 Now drink some water, eat chocolate and watch your comfort show/movie! You're doing amazing!!

[salaciousslut]

I'll try to not be too distracting since i know how important exams are, but i know you'll ace your exam. You're a smart girl<3 I hope you have fun when you go out after, I wish i could be there to take care of you while you're having a good time. Im glad you feel honored, you've just been on my mind a lot🫣 pretty music makes people think of pretty people<3 Kali is one of my favorite artists, if a scandal about her ever broke out it'll break me inside bc as a latina, Im a big supporter of other latinas🤭

Im basically the same way, I used to be extra prepared charger cords and all, but nowadays all my friends and i need is like IDs, a wax pen or two, and our phones 🤭 but im def making sure my friends are safe bc i have the most wits about me when we're drunk. Yeah i was thinking about you 🫣 i had to reel in my thoughts before i got too turned on though so at least it wasnt too worrisome. You'd fit right in with us sweetheart<3 it would've been so nice to have you on my lap drinking with us and talking to us🥺

Such a sweet girl, speaking when told to<3 makes me feel better that you get it, and you wont think that i dont care! Ive had a few people think that before.

Youre so cute sweetheart<33 and with you saying it so confidently it makes my heart ache a little that i really cant just show up to your apartment and use your pretty little pussy</3 you deserve to be used after using your brain to study all day 🥺

I like seeing others happy too, if you were just a pretty girl i was walking by i'd give you a complement on how you wore your hair and one on your outfit just to see you smile, wouldn't ask for a number or nothing, just an innocent complement and hope it made your day better. I dont like one sided shit so it makes me happy to see you say that first 🥰 you really know how to make a butch feel special you know that? Youre too good at flattering leos, sweetheart. I think you holding my face in your hands would fix me actually<3

Wait thats too cute 🥺 if i got to be comfy enough i would definitely be more than willing to let you learn my schedule! I would love to ft with you whenever you wanted omg🤭 you are too sweet<333 i bet so many people would be jealous of the fact that such a pretty princess isnt calling them up out of the blue<3

I promise im not too hard on myself, last time i needed to check myself was well over a year ago. I know i deserve good things. And not to be on some hippie shit but if i didnt think i did, i wouldnt be willing to accept all the ways the universe has helped me. Im growing but i still still slip up like everyone else you know?

youre not distracting at all!! you are a welcome break hehe!! my brain hurts but i love talking to you! and youve been on my mind a lot too!!

yes i always have some meds and chapstick and chargers and eye drops and stuff haha. but when im drunk i get a lil carried away so take care of me okay? hehe

yes im such a good girl hehe!! i just wanna be relaxed and spend time with someone!!

stop i love when people compliment me!!! it makes me sooooo happy and i feel more confident that day. plus coming from a kindhearted soul like you? it would make my day

yay!! i love calling people! especially video calling bc i just feel like its more personal! plus i love seeing people hehe, makes my heart full!! and i should be the one who people should be jealous of! look at you!!

yes i completely understand! im glad you are at that mindset! i feel like thats a very mature way to look at things

[shurisneakers]

harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: a lot of requests came in last week, so cool and thank you for sending them in!! i’ll try my best to write them if they weren’t originally what i had planned for this series bc they’re so cute kfjdghdf. also hey shoutout to @i-reblog-fics-i-like​ for suggesting the backstory thing! 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer. 

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already. 

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message! 

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you. 

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you. 

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact. 

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo. 

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh. 

“Okay, what now?” 

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge. 

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing. 

It never comes. 

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards. 

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack. 

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement. 

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?” 

He stares at you. 

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that. 

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long. 

Fuck, he really had only one option. 

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him. 

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin�� hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference. 

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath. 

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition. 

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation. 

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

 “I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?” 

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated. 

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it. 

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it. 

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.” 

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips. 

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by. 

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?” 

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion. 

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects. 

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.” 

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead. 

Fucking finally. 

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place. 

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight. 

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam. 

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming. 

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him. 

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly. 

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you. 

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious. 

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment. 

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.” 

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying. 

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles. 

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.” 

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles. 

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm. 

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.” 

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified. 

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground. 

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below. 

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient. 

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes. 

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.” 

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand. 

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally. 

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly. 

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.” 

“See you there.” Sam nods. 

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure. 

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business. 

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that? 

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all. 

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

 He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry. 

______

By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available. 

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly. 

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?” 

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued. 

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?” 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour. 

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.” 

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb. 

Tony has an idea. 

And that was generally bad news.

Next part

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hii Jalebi! How are you doing? Diwali anon here!(idk you remember my last ask to recognise my but oh well!) So I'm on IPKKND re-watch sapere again cuz I'm trying to cope ever increasing anxiety of going to start college and moving to a new city and also living in a hostel for the first time ever

So this might be a long ask lol, but i feel so deprived of Arnav and Khushi actually being parents to Aarav yk? I feel like Khushi and Arnav reacting on completely opposite ends of spectrum during Diwali was a set up for a new track, which was scratched out? Also your take on how asr and Khushi would eventually have convo with Aarav about being orphans, and i personally think that if aarav had even a bit doubt about them accepting him or vice versa would be cleared from his mind. Also this could be headcanon or whatever down the line aarav would have taken some characteristics from Khushi (like he likes sweets like she does) maybe daily horoscope or finding a new best friend in Devi maiyya!? Also i imagine Aarav having to tell Arnav why Khushi is teary eyed because during her infamous morning vegetable shopping (where mother and son first met, this is their bonding time without any verbal confirmation about it) fellow shopper aunty comments on how aarav's nose is just like hers. Another one where aarav might be feeling down cuz he's done a bit bad on a test and he NEEDS to be best like his father but sabka Devi swooping in and telling him that being mediocre is okay, he doesn't need to be best for them to love him as much they do now and much much more.

Am i projecting my mommy and daddy issues in there? Maybe but who cares lol

This turned out longer than i expected, it's not a rant it's an essay, I'm so sorry. Fingers crossed i hope Tumblr doesn't eat my ask😭.

Please add your own headcanons and ideas I'd love to know (more like I'm desperate to know lol)

Thank you so much for bearing with me! I love your blog and podcasts!<333

Diwali Anon!!!

Do you know I too watch IPK to cope with anxiety - especially when I move into a new housing location? So giving you the biggest hugs cause watching our favorite show truly gives us the comfort we need during the hardest times *hugs*

How am I doing? Dying due to periods *cry*

Aarav and his role in the show was very undecided. They developed the relationship well between him and Arnav, but completely underdeveloped the relationship between him and Khushi. Of course it should've been complicated considering the little child was indirectly conditioned to think that it's this woman in his "dad's" life that results to him not having his dad...

The whole parenting thing also could've been an excellent track considering both Arnav and Khushi are orphans so they could connect with the child.

But it was very clear at that point that the writers really did not know where to take the story. And they were in this spot of not knowing how to write ArShi if they're not in conflict with each other. And they swore by the guideline of making Khushi childish. So what could've been a serious difference of opinion on how to parent and raise Aarav - led to the harebrained Mrs India.

Also they never setup Khushi as a maternal figure to Aarav. She overnight forgets to wear heels, forgets to wear makeup, forgets styling, forgets she has a child. They do remember to at least show Arnav helping Aarav with homework.

I don't think they could strike a balance between a childish Khushi and mother Khushi. Which, again shows where their 'priorities' were.

And yes, children do subconsciously absorb a lot of behavior from the adults around him. I absolutely agree he'd outwardly be a lot like Arnav cause it's tough to unlearn that he needs to not be like his father to get his approval. It will take some time and acknowledgement of the family to help Aarav find his own personality and identity that isn't influenced by Arnav's behavior.

I do think from Khushi he might learn distracting his stress by doing something that controls his impulses. For Khushi it's jalebi, for Aarav it could be something else.

I do think Khushi-Arnav would communicate with Aarav early on about being orphans considering their struggle to adjust as parents and Aarav's struggle to accept a new family. You must read @ridzmystique 's beautiful OS called Under the Starlight

I'd like to quote a head canon about Aarav from one of my previous posts;

#6 “Mom”

Never, in a million years, with all her twenty imaginary babies would Khushi have ever imagined to be called ‘mom’. In her fantasies of Laad Governor & Sanka Devi’s Shaadi Shuda Zindagi she thought she had imagined it all;

A hot, passionate but crazy marriage. Their brood of children would be half western, thanks to English Singh Raizada, and half traditional. Her son would probably take after his father in looks (which she would be grateful for) and in temperament (which she would curse Arnav for). Their daughter would be just like Khushi (which Arnav would be grateful for) and naively believe in all love and romance (which Arnav would curse Khushi for).  And then Arnav and Khushi would have another set of a son and daughter to have the roles switched.  Arnav would be positively traumatized upon being called “Babuji” and would drop all his business to make sure his brood calls him “Dad/Papa” and Khushi would leave all her jalebis and shop to make sure her little army of Raizada’s called her “Amma” instead of “Mom!”

That is until the day Aarav calls her mom. Suddenly, that is the sweetest word Khushi has ever heard and she does not want Aarav to call her anything else. Because it’s what Aarav calls her. 

Aarav, although shown to be identical to Arnav and immediately close to him because he believed all along that Arnav was his father - hence tried to impress him as much as he could - grows to become mamma’s boy. It’s Khushi’s childishness, sense of humor, joy for life, maturity and zest that brings out the boy’s childhood. 

I am sure one day Khushi sits and talks about being an orphan - and Aarav would be surprised at Khushi’s happiness despite her tragedy. I feel Khushi would actually play a key role in nurturing Aarav and making him a wholesome boy who can laugh, dance and enjoy life like his mother. 

In a nutshell, Aarav grows to become the perfect combination of his parents; slightly religious, loves sweets, plays pranks, is extremely sharp at mathematics, sarcastic, introvert, dry sense of humor, values relationships, values money and is temperamental enough to get people to obey him. 

Oh, and did you think Arnav was a terror if anyone insulted Khushi in front of him? That Arnav would slap and rip away the person from planet and protect his wife from all costs. 

Don’t even think of insulting Khushi with Aarav Singh Raizada around. 

Even Arnav can’t raise his voice on Khushi in front of Aarav. 

Aarav is obviously, protective about his father too - except he’s not too vocal about his. Arnav becomes a mentor, guide and a loving father for Aarav, while Khushi becomes Aarav’s best friend. 

--

The End,

Best,

Jalebi

[artificialqueens]

💙🧡 It's All Golden (Naochob) - Candy Cane

A/N: as im sure ur all aware, it was only a matter of time before i wrote naomi/bob/kim as a polycule so here we fucking are. happy pride. this is supposed to be for Domestic Fluff and Hurt/Comfort (with a heafty helping of comfort) love u all <333

Summary: Sometimes Bob wonders about her place with Naomi and Kim. Fortunately, they always seem to know exactly what she is thinking.

Being a trio of best friends was easy. Waking up to a million group texts, long nights out at clubs, and weekly lunches were things that Bob knew how to do. Being a trio of girlfriends, though? That’s a little different, less familiar.

  Bob knows Kim and Naomi better than she knows the back of her own hand. Bob knows exactly what it means when Naomi quirks her brow a certain way or the corners of Kim’s lips twitch upwards. She knows how to turn one of their bad days into a good day, and she knows how to turn one of their good days into a great day. She knows that Naomi likes blueberries in her pancakes and that Kim keeps boiled eggs in the fridge for busy mornings. She knows that Naomi loves lavender-scented soap and Kim’s favorite candles smell like caramelized sugar.

  Years of friendship, and then almost two years of living together, have taught her more about her girlfriends than what should be socially acceptable. She loves every little thing about them, she loves them with every inch of her body and her heart and her mind. Bob can’t imagine being with anyone else; these two are her whole world.

  But sometimes she worries. She sees the way they look at each other, she sees how they naturally fit together, and she sees their silent conversations. It’s clear to Bob that they love each other in a different way than they love her, and Bob understands that because she loves each of them in different ways too. Except that doesn’t seem to matter because her mind still runs wild with the possibility that her place in their relationship isn’t as strong as theirs.

  Bob has never considered herself a jealous person. She believes love is to be given freely and openly, regardless of societal boxes. So, why do these thoughts plague her? 

  With their one-year anniversary right around the corner and no word from either of her girls on plans for it, it’s easy to let her mind drift there. Bob doesn’t mean for it to happen, but she doesn’t have control of it either. More often than not, Bob finds herself laying in bed alone at 1 a.m. wondering if one has left her bed to go cuddle with the other. 

  Bob wonders if they miss her when she works overtime, or if they miss her when she goes on back-to-back business trips for weeks on end. She wants nothing more than for them to miss her the same way she misses them when she’s gone. They always send texts or video call, and they always celebrate as soon as she comes home but she just can’t help worrying. 

  Tonight, Bob is on the front porch looking up to the moon and stars as if they could soothe all her troubles away. She watches the way the universe above her twinkles, it reminds her that, in the grand scheme of things, her troubles are easily solvable. It makes her feel not alone and totally isolated simultaneously. It’s a strange feeling, one that she appreciates as a distraction. 

  The front door creaks open, and Bob whips her head around to see Naomi coming out onto the porch with two glasses of cold lemonade. She’s wearing her pink silk robe, a gift that Bob had gotten her for Christmas a couple of years ago. It flatters her perfectly. 

  Naomi hands Bob one of the glasses and she accepts it with a grateful smile. It was as if Naomi had read her mind. They lean on the wood railing, elbows touching as they sip on their cold drinks in the hot summer night. 

  “Couldn’t sleep?” Bob asks her. It’s pretty unusual for Naomi to be up after 1 a.m., and Bob hopes she didn’t somehow wake her girlfriend up. 

  Naomi shrugs, “I guess. There’s just… a lot on my mind tonight.” 

  “Yeah,” Bob sighs, looking back up at the night sky, “Me too.” 

  Naomi chuckles, “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t it?” 

  Bob tilts her head, “What is?”

  Naomi hums thoughtfully and takes a sip of her drink, “I don’t know, us? We get to live in this house together, and we’re all in love with each other, and… I just never thought I could have something like this.”

  Bob glances at her, she’s staring at the moon and there are tears glistening in her honey-colored eyes, and Bob’s breath catches in her throat. Naomi is beautiful, but listening to her talk about how much she loves their life makes her feel so grounded. 

  “Really?” Bob whispers, a ploy to get her girlfriend to continue. 

  Naomi looks at her, a soft smile on her lips, “Yeah, really. I feel like I’m living in a fantasy. I never imagined I could have two amazing girlfriends, and a home with them. Like, if I told that to my younger self she would never believe me.” 

  Bob laughs, and she feels Naomi’s love as surely as she feels the sun, “It is kinda insane, right?”

  “Right,” Naomi says with a grin, “But it’s everything to me. You two are…”

  She trails off and her gaze grows distant, but Bob nudges her shoulder against Naomi’s. 

  “I love you, too,” Bob says, not giving her the chance to let her mind drift too far. 

  Naomi blinks a couple of times, then leans over to kiss Bob on the cheek and Bob melts into her touch. It lasts for all of two seconds, but it makes her feel like a goddess. 

  “I’m not going to think about it, because I really don’t want to,” Naomi starts tiredly, “But I really don’t know where I would be without you. You… Bob, you changed my life.” 

  Bob straightens up, taken by surprise, “Naomi-”

  “No,” Naomi shakes her head, cutting Bob off, “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Just know that… I really do love you.”

  Bob takes her hand and squeezes it tightly, looking into Naomi’s glassy eyes, “It’s okay, I get it.”

  “Thanks,” Naomi murmurs, resting her head on Bob’s shoulder. 

  Bob wraps an arm around her shoulders and holds her close, “Thanks for coming out here with me, by the way.” 

  “Of course. I always miss you when you’re away, I have to make up for lost time when you’re actually here,” Naomi says teasingly. 

  Bob grins, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve missed you too.”

  “It’s just not the same when you’re gone,” Naomi admits quietly, “Things are just better when it’s all three of us. I feel more… whole.” 

  Bob inhales deeply and lets the words reverberate through her soul, “I really needed to hear that.” 

  “I figured as much,” Naomi says, snuggling closer to Bob.

  “What? Really?” Bob asks pulling away from Naomi to look at her. 

  Naomi smiles, “Sometimes I think I know you better than you know yourself. You’ve just been acting strange since you got back.”

  Bob furrows her brows, “Strange… how?”

  “Mmm, distant I guess. You’ve been giving Kim and I weird looks, too.” 

  “Oh,” Bob says, “I didn’t realize that y’all noticed that.” 

  Naomi rolls her eyes fondly, “We notice everything.”

  Bob pulls Naomi back into her embrace, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  They stay on the porch until well after their glasses are empty, just holding each other and enjoying the quietness of the night. Being with her girlfriend reminds Bob how truly loved and understood she is in this home with these people. Naomi is right—it’s surreal.

  Naomi finally stands up and stretches, then holds out her hand for Bob to take, “C’mon let’s go to sleep.” 

  Bob takes it and lets Naomi lead her inside, barely remembering to grab their glasses on the way in. After putting their cups in the dishwasher, Naomi starts heading toward her room, but Bob stops her and gestures to Kim’s bedroom door. 

  “Hey, I have an even better idea,” Bob says with a smirk. 

  Naomi laughs, “Oh, she’s gonna kill us.” 

  “She’s had it too easy recently,” Bob jokes, opening the door quietly. 

  She expects Kim to be curled up in her bed under five blankets, sound asleep and snoring. Instead, Kim is leaning against her headboard, eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling. She looks at Bob and Naomi with surprise and leans over to turn on the lamp that’s on her bedside table, then she blinks at them a couple of times once the light is on. 

  “Is everything okay?” Kim asks worriedly.

  Naomi slips past Bob and walks right over to Kim, sitting on the edge of the bed right next to her, “Everything is fine, why are you up?”

  Kim snorts, “I should be asking you that question.”

  Bob grins and sits down on the other side of the bed. She cups her hand around Kim’s jaw so she can look her in her eyes, “Seems like the three of us are more in-synch than we thought.” 

  Kim’s expression softens as she leans into Bob’s touch, “You two couldn’t sleep either?” 

  Naomi swings her legs over the bed and curls into Kim’s side, wrapping her arms around their girlfriend, “Maybe we’ll be able to sleep if we’re together.” 

  Bob does the same, getting under the covers and pulling Kim down into the bed with her, “I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

  Kim laughs, but she settles into the bed with them. Naomi turns out the lamp on the nightstand, and Bob rests her head on Kim’s shoulder. Laying in bed with her girlfriends, Naomi’s hand in hers, everything feels so perfect. Bob’s earlier worries melt away when surrounded by their love. It’s all she’s ever wanted. These two perfect women are everything that she’s ever wanted. 

  She falls asleep like that, wrapped up in their safety and warmth. Bob forgets everything else because in this moment, all that matters is her girls. Tomorrow they can discuss what was keeping them all up, and for once that thought doesn’t completely overwhelm her. How could it when she has all she needs in her arms? 

[thefactsofthematter]

hi bestie <3 you said send in some requests, so i'm suggesting:

javid with, "it's not okay! you're not fine!"?

i hope you have a good day !!!

hi bestie <333 i had so much fun with this, i haven't done a short little fic in ages!! here's a 2.7k javid fic - a college au and a classic (emotional) hurt/comfort type deal, heavy on the comfort ;)

-

"Wanna come for dinner at my parents' house tonight?"

Davey is laying on Jack's couch after his last class of the day, since Jack's apartment is just off campus, and it's a ridiculously convenient place to go nap after a long day of school. He honestly spends more time here than at his own apartment that he shares with his sister, a short train ride away.

"I'd love to," Jack replies, his gaze still glued to his computer screen, "but I totally forgot I have an art history paper due at midnight, analyzing a painting, and I haven't started. It needs to be ten pages, and I don't even have an outline. I'm gonna sit here and write until my eyeballs fall out."

Davey laughs softly.

"That sucks. Do you at least have some research done?"

Jack turns to him with completely dead eyes.

"Not a single academic source."

Davey glances at the clock. Jack has seven hours to pull this off, which is doable, but... intense. It would've been a lot easier to spread it out over a few afternoons, and it'll be a painful squeeze to get ten comprehensible pages of writing done tonight. Jack can write decently fast, but his spelling and grammar are atrocious, so he'll have to factor in editing time too. Davey is not envious of these circumstances in the slightest.

"Shit. Good luck. That sounds awful, but I'm rooting for you. What's your prof's late assignment policy?"

Jack, entirely beaten down, leans forward to rest his forehead on his keyboard.

"He won't accept them past the due date without a good reason... which I don't have. I'm just an idiot and forgot to put it in my planner— thank god Romeo texted me today to ask if I was done."

Davey pushes himself up and walks over to where Jack is sitting at his little dining table, under the constantly-flickering fluorescent bulb. He wraps his arms around Jack's shoulders and kisses the back of his neck.

"You got this. I'll come back here after dinner and bring you leftovers, okay? My mom's gonna be sad you couldn't make it, so she'll totally pack up a plate for you."

"You don't have to come all the way here," Jack sighs. "Your place is closer to your parents, and this is out of your way— you have work in the morning anyways, so you should go home and go to bed. I'll be fine, I'll probably write faster alone anyways."

Davey kisses him again, this time leaning around to plant one on his cheek.

"If you're sure." Jack's plan is probably the smart move, since Davey's shifts at his stupid coffee shop job start ridiculously early, and coming here would mean staying up with Jack until he finishes, probably distracting him. "In that case, I'll see you tomorrow after work, and I'll bring the food then... keep me posted about the paper, text me when you finish. And make sure you eat something."

Jack turns back to look at him with a strained, stressed attempt at a smile.

"For sure. Go have a nice time with your family, and tell everyone I say hi."

-

"Aba, you're doing it wrong. You have to use your left arm."

It's getting late in the evening, dinner has been eaten, and Les is trying to coordinate the family to make a TikTok with him. It's not exactly going well.

"My left or your left?"

"It doesn't matter, we have the same left!"

Davey has thankfully been placed in the back row, both because he's tall and lanky, and because he's so uncoordinated that Mom used to make you wear one of those leash backpacks as a kid to keep you from wandering into traffic... which is true, but Davey isn't sure why Les even knows about that. He certainly wasn't around yet when that was the case, so he probably heard it from Sarah.

While Les tries once again to explain how this little dance is supposed to work, Davey's phone starts to buzz in his pocket. It's probably a spam call, but he's not particularly invested in the dance lesson so he pulls it out to check.

Incoming call: cowboy babyy 💖🤠

Davey frowns. Jack never calls him. It's always texts or voice memos, since he's got some kind of weird aversion to talking on the phone. If he's calling, it must be important.

"Hi babe," he says, pressing his phone to his ear and walking off to his old bedroom to get some quiet, while Les shouts at him in the background for not taking this seriously. "How's the homework going?"

Jack is quiet for a second too long as Davey toes the door shut.

"...Not great. I'm really frustrated." He pauses and sniffles a little, sounding almost like he's holding back tears. "I don't know why I called you while you're having a good time with your family, though. I shouldn't be bugging you."

"Hey," Davey breathes, "you're not bugging me at all, sweetheart. Is the paper not going well?"

"I just... I'm so bad at writing, and I don't know what I'm talking about, and I have no idea how I'm gonna get this done in time." His voice is shaking, and it's breaking Davey's heart a little. "I'm being dramatic, though. I just need to keep working on it."

Davey sits down on the edge of what's now a guest bed, his old outer space-themed comforter replaced with something more neutral.

"You're not dramatic, it's okay to be upset. Do you want me to come over and help?"

Jack's breath hitches softly, and it confirms that he's almost definitely crying.

"You don't have to, you're busy with your folks. I'm sorry for calling." He shudders a little as he must try to take a deep breath. "It's okay... I'm fine."

Davey sighs, almost exasperated with Jack's self-sacrificial sense of pride. He'll never ask for anything for himself, not wanting anyone to go out of their way for him, even when he seems to be having a panic attack of sorts.

"It's not okay; you're clearly not fine, Jackie," he replies. "We already ate, and I'm not busy. If you want me to come over, I'll be there... do you?"

Jack is quiet for a moment again, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"Yeah. I do."

Davey nods, though Jack can't see him.

"Okay. I want you to take a little break from writing until I get there, alright? Change into your pyjamas and have a glass of water. Try to relax a little."

"Okay... thanks Davey."

The call ends, and Davey rejoins his family while tucking his phone away in his pocket.

"I have to go." He kisses his mother on the head as he walks by. "Thanks for dinner, Ima."

"Is everything okay?" she asks, catching him gently by the elbow before he can get too far.

"Yeah..." he sighs. "Jack's just having a hard time with homework, I'm gonna go help him out."

His father ruffles his hair and gives him a quick hug.

"You're a good boy, David. Take him those leftovers— your mother's cooking can fix anything."

"For sure. I'll see you guys next weekend, and I'll try to bring Jack along then."

He waves goodbye to Sarah and Les, grabs the dish of food, and then sets off on a speed-walk to the nearest subway station.

-

Jack is sitting on the couch when he arrives, his knees pulled to his chest, looking very soft and cozy in pyjama pants and one of Davey's old hoodies from some baseball tournament. He's staring into space, and he hardly even moves to acknowledge Davey's presence when he walks in.

"Hey darling." Davey leaves the dish of food on the counter and crouches down in front of Jack to try and catch his eye-line. He carefully takes Jack's hands in his own. "Hanging in there?"

Jack finally looks at him and nods, but as he blinks, more tears slip out and roll down his cheeks.

"I'm only done two pages," he mumbles, practically whispering. "I don't know why it's so hard, but I just can't do it."

"Oh, Jackie..." Davey reaches up to wipe Jack's tears, cupping his face gently with both hands. "Hey, you still have three hours, right?" Jack nods. "That's lots of time. We're gonna figure this out... let's just sit here and calm down a little first. It's gonna be okay."

He climbs up onto the couch to pull Jack into a hug, and the moment he's settled, Jack wraps his arms around him and breaks, sobbing into his shoulder. Davey cards his fingers through his hair and rubs his back; he's never seen Jack this distraught, especially not over homework. There's a good chance the problem runs a lot deeper, and stressing over an assignment was simply the last straw.

"You're alright," Davey continues, since talking is what he does best, even in moments like this. Jack is shaking with the force of his tears, breathing so hard Davey worries he might hyperventilate. "Listen, it's just one assignment, my love... if you get a bad grade, or if we don't finish in time, we can deal with that. We'll hand in whatever we finish tonight, so at least you won't get a zero. Worst case scenario, you retake this class in the spring... even that doesn't sound so bad, does it? I know you could handle it, if that's what happens."

Jack nods a little, but his tears don't stop.

"I'm so tired of being stupid," he hiccups, after a long while. "I keep getting distracted, and I can't word things right, and I spell everything wrong, and- and maybe I should just drop out, because I'm clearly not meant to be doing this."

"Baby..." Davey sighs, giving him a gentle kiss on the temple. "You're so intelligent, Jack. You're almost done your degree— after this term, you've only got one year left, and it's not like you do poorly in your classes, is it? Even when it's something hard for you, like writing, you always do well when you put in the work. What did you get on your sociology paper a couple weeks ago?"

"Ninety percent," Jack mumbles, muffled by the way he's speaking into Davey's shoulder. "But I spent so long on it, and you edited it for me. I'm gonna fail this one. I can't do it in one night, and I can't write papers without your help."

"Well, I'm here to help now, aren't I?" He rests his hand midway through brushing it through Jack's hair and scratches his scalp gently, which makes Jack shiver and laugh quietly through his tears. "Right? And you can write, darling— all I do is fix up the spelling and grammar for you. The ideas and words are all you, just like when you give presentations and knock it out of the park every time. I sure can't do that."

Jack finally looks up at him.

"Yes you can. You get nervous beforehand, but when you do a presentation, it's always really good."

Davey smiles at him, now that they're actually looking at each other.

"It's hard for me, though. Just like writing is for you— but with lots of effort, you're really good at it. See my point?"

Slowly, a small smile spreads across Jack's teary-eyed face, and he nods. Davey feels rather accomplished with this development.

"I guess so." He wipes at his eyes and sighs. "Sorry about this. I'm such a mess."

"No apologies. I don't blame you for getting overwhelmed— you're in a tough spot here." He pulls Jack in for a quick kiss, which they both smile into. "I brought you dinner. Go heat it up when you're ready; I'll look over what you've written so far and see if I can come up with some more ideas to add on. We're gonna work together on it, okay? What painting did you choose?"

"The Martyrdom of Saint Matthew by Caravaggio," Jack sighs, looking almost forlornly at his computer on the table. "I have a lot to say about it, and lots of good stuff in my notes, but I just can't put it into paragraphs and sentences that make sense."

Davey nods, watching Jack as he stands up to go put the leftovers from Davey's family in the microwave.

"Well, I don't know anything about paintings, but if you talk me through it, I can help you put the actual paper together." He pauses as an idea dawns on him. "I'm gonna email your professor and ask about an extension— it might be a shot in the dark, but we should at least try. The worst he can do is say no."

"Sure," Jack replies from the kitchen, his voice still shaky. "He's a total hardass, though. Fingers crossed for a miracle."

Davey sits at the table, opens up Jack's email, and starts a draft.

Hi Professor Diaz,

Apologies for the short notice, but I'm wondering if it would be possible to have an extension on the analysis assignment, even if it's just by a few hours. I unfortunately mixed up some due dates in my planner, and I thought I had an extra week for this assignment; I only realized the mistake today, so I'm currently scrambling to get it done in time.

Would it be at all possible to turn it in a few hours late, just to have a bit more time to finish it up? I would really appreciate any amount of time you're willing to give me.

Thank you in advance for your understanding, Jack Kelly

He shrugs, sends it, and sincerely hopes a little professionalism and a decent (if slightly fabricated to make Jack look less forgetful) excuse will go a long way.

-

It's quarter to eleven, the paper is now five-and-a-half pages long, and Jack isn't crying anymore. He's in the zone, talking aloud about the painting while Davey helps him get his vague ideas into concrete sentences, and they're on track to have at least seven or eight pages by the time midnight rolls around— it might not get full marks, but it'll be better than nothing.

Jack's computer dings with the sound of a new email while they're taking a two-minute break— something they've interspersed every half hour, since Jack's focus is best in shorter bouts. He's in the middle of walking laps around the apartment to get his energy out and annoy his downstairs neighbours, but he scrambles back to the computer at the noise.

"We got a reply!" he shouts.

Davey is over on the couch, and he watches Jack's face closely as he opens the email. So far, so good... and then he slumps down in his chair in a show of what could either be defeat or relief. Davey can't quite tell, so he jumps up to go read it for himself.

Sure. Email it by 11:59pm tomorrow.

Sent from my iPhone

"Yes!" Davey shouts, grabbing Jack by the shoulders. "I told you it was worth a shot!"

Jack laughs, and then reaches up to pull Davey down for a kiss.

"You're the best, Jacobs. A fucking lifesaver." He rubs at his eyes, and then pushes his computer away, across the table. "I'll deal with this tomorrow. Let's just go to bed— you still have to be up early."

Right. Davey has a dreaded Saturday morning opening shift tomorrow— they open at five, and he has to be there well in advance to get set up, so he's got no chance at getting more than a few hours of sleep. He's going to be dead on his feet in the morning, probably fuck up a few coffee orders, but it'll be worth it to have helped Jack through tonight.

Poor Jack seems completely exhausted— as anyone would be after crying so hard earlier— so collapsing into bed after washing up quickly is an utter relief. Davey, despite being tall and long-limbed, greatly enjoys being the little spoon and Jack is happy to indulge him, so they curl into the familiar position.

"Thank you for everything tonight," Jack whispers, practically into Davey's ear. "I love you so much."

Davey smiles as his eyes fall shut, and he kisses Jack's knuckles softly, where his arm is wrapped around him.

"Any time, darling. I love you too."

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hello! Could I please request headcanons of Amane and Tsukasa with an overworked s/o?

hanako/amane yugi x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: hihi!! Sure thing <3!!! Please be taking care of yourself, you amazing human being <333 i hope these are alright, and thank you so much for requesting!!

warnings: none <3

word count: collectively, 862

Amane Yugi/Hanako <3

Ok, I feel like he’s the king of procrastination- doesn’t really get overworked because he never does the work. Crisis averted, easy peasy.

However, when he notices that you not only always seem busy, but are starting to seem more and more exhausted, he definitely gets worried. After telling you he’d threaten anyone that’s causing you such distress and having you quickly say “Hanako, don’t threaten people- it’s fine though, I’ve just been a bit busy”, he puts two and two together and realized- wait, (Y/N)’s seeming so miserable because they’re always working. Not “a bit busy.”

Hanako tries to slow you down as soon as it clicks- although his ways of “slowing you down” can definitely be more on the annoying side. He’ll do things like trying to distract you, pulling you to the side for “calming things” like playing cards or having a nice talk.

It won’t take him too long to realize that those attempts don’t seem to help much, as you spend the entirety trying to escape so you can go work. To that, he sighs and puts on his thinking hat once more.

“OH! Maybe (Y/N) could use help-”

And so! You’ve now got your own personal assistant toilet ghost running towards you. And you’ve now got your own personal assistant toilet ghost clinging to you! “Hey, (Y/N)! Why don’t I help you out with whatever you’re doing? And while I help, we can get a schedule settled, ‘cos I don’t like seeing someone so cute look so drained.”

There’s no use in saying no, because he’s going to help anyway-

He’s also sticking to that schedule he said he’d make. He writes it all out, times where you can work, how long you can work, and times where you will take breaks! He even leaves a nice little note letting you know that, if you disobey the schedule, he’ll probably manage to find out <3 and then, he’ll have no choice but to take away your head-pat privileges for one- no, two- hours.

Should Hanako see you not improve after said schedule, he’ll sit down and have a talk with you. The talk will mostly be Hanako telling you that he’s worried for your health, there’s no room for another bathroom ghost, so you have no option but to take!!! Care!!! Of!!! Yourself!!! And obey the schedule!!!!!!!

Hanako also spots you throughout the day, takes a look at what you’re doing, and helps you as best he can. He’ll also tell you things like “remember to take breaks!” and “make sure to rest!! Your health is more important than whatever it is you’re doing. It’s temporary, as in it won’t matter in, like, a month. Your health is as permanent as life is- which means it will affect you.”

Tsukasa Yugi <3

Please, how does one even start to get work done with that gremlin as a boyfriend- he’s constantly with you, clinging to you, begging you to give him every ounce of your attention.

However, as Tsukasa begins to notice his lovely (Y/N) looking sick-ish, he’s clinging to you x100. Lots of questions will immediately be thrown at you. “(Y/N)?! You look sick!!” “Are you tired??” “What’s wrong?!” “Are you dying?!” “Are you sick?!” “Are you okay???”

He won’t accept any phony answers, and gasps when you tell him that you’ve been working a bit more lately. His response is simple-

“Then stop working!!”

Buuut, it’s not as simple as that, Tsukasa. You’re sure to tell him that, to which he thinks for another moment.

“We can kill-”

“No.”

“Awwwh. Then, we can help!! What’re you doing, what’cha gotta do?”

As you explained to Tsukasa everything you had to do, he’d nod, placing a finger to his chin somewhat-dramatically. After that, he’d follow you around, assisting you in everything you had to do- he also convinced Sakura to help, which meant Natsuhiko was helping as well- not wanting to be left out, Mitsuba was on your team as well!

With everyone, work was a lot easier to get done- even still, Tsukasa would drag you off after working for a little bit, telling you that work was done for today! No matter your protests, he wouldn’t give in, bringing you back to the broadcasting room and clinging to you.

If you try and go to work some more, he won’t hesitate to hit you with his best puppy-dog eyes. He knows no one can say no to such a cute face, especially not youuuu- and you know as well. Even if the face doesn’t work, it’s really no use. Plus, seeing such a content face on your boyfriend made you feel less like you were slacking, since you weren’t. You were just working a fair amount so that you could avoid growing overworked.

Tsukasa also makes sure that you get your fair amount of sleep!! Heck, sometimes you even find yourself dozing off in the middle of your “cuddle sessions”, and Tsukasa is very proud of himself when you do. He’ll wear a satisfied grin, and most likely will fall asleep as well, clinging to your side even when he is asleep.

[dinomight]

Another Whumptober prompt fill for @foxofninetales ! Hope you enjoy, thanks for sending this in <333

Read on ao3 here.

7. heihua + blindness

“Oh, for—this is ridiculous. Just hold my hand.”

“I’m fine,” Xiao Hua grits through his teeth as he feels out the next step with the toe of his boot. He’s lucky the staircase is walled in, giving him something to lean on as he fumbles his way up the stairs. And unlucky, because his favorite white gloves are probably covered in all sorts of tomb dust by now. Not that he can confirm that without his sight. “I don’t need your help.”

Hei Xiazi scoffs. “Have it your way, then—ah!”

A loud scuffling, boot soles scraping frantically against stone. Xiao Hua turns, the other man’s name already on his lips, but in his complete darkness he misjudges his own movements and starts to tip precariously off balance. He’s bracing himself for what’s likely to be a painful tumble when a pair of leather-clad arms catches him. One winds around his torso, bring his side flush with another warm body, while the other catches one of his hands and drags it to rest across broad shoulders.

“There we go,” says Hei Xiazi, horribly smug as he steadies them both. “Much better.”

“Prick,” Xiao Hua grumbles, ignoring the little hum of relief in his chest, the way he instinctively curls into that familiar touch. He feels more than he hears the quiet rumble of laughter from the other man as they make their way up the stairs, slowly, carefully.

Eventually they must reach the top because Hei Xiazi lets go of him, and he does not have to fight any temptation to try and grab on again. Not at all. He just accepts the canteen pressed into his hands with a grateful nod and takes long, deep gulps from it.

“How are your eyes?”

The puff of gas that had hit him in the face earlier, released from a tricky and subtle trap, came with a nasty burning sensation. For a few horrifying seconds before Hei Xiazi managed to wrench his hands away from his face and check, he’d thought his eyes had been hit with acid. Thankfully, the pain had died down. If only his sight would take the same positive trajectory. “Not hurting anymore,” he says, holding out the canteen, “but still...dark.”

Hei Xiazi lets out a low hum as he takes the water, fingers lingering over Xiao Hua’s for a moment longer than strictly necessary. All at once, he realizes that he hates this situation—hates how vulnerable he is, hates the idea of being deadweight, hates, most of all, that he can’t see Hei Xiazi’s face—but also, deep down, that there’s a part of him that can’t quite resent it.

“How do you manage it?” he blurts out, trying to distract himself from the complicated knot of feelings tightening around his throat.

“Manage what?”

“Your—” he stumbles over his words, suddenly unsure in a way he is not used to being. He has to force himself to continue, “Your...eyes.”

At first, there’s no response, and Xiao Hua’s breath catches. He’s just about ready to retract his question and insist they start moving again when Hei Xiazi lets out a huff of a laugh, which means he’s amused, and says, “There’s no managing it; it just is. The sunglasses help. Keeps enough light out so I can see outlines of things. Not much color, but your pink comes through nicely.”

There’s a soft tap at the inner edge of his collarbone, where his jacket is unzipped just enough to allow for a peek of his pale pink shirt. Xiao Hua does not blush, but his heart may or may not pick up just a bit.

“That,” Hei Xiazi continues and, wouldn’t you know, that damn smirk is basically audible too, “and plenty of hard work. Long, grueling hours. Training from dawn ‘til dusk, just to make a few meager scraps to live off of! But the mighty Hua’er-ye can’t be afraid of that, can he? Unless he’s just worried about dirtying his—”

Xiao Hua rolls his eyes so hard he might’ve blinded himself if the tomb hadn’t beat him to it and shoves his way past. Two steps in, he realizes he has no clue what direction he’s going in, but commits to it anyways.

A solid weight lands around his shoulders once more, steering him a different way. “Allow me,” says Hei Xiazi, loose strands of his hair tickling at Xiao Hua’s neck as he guides them both. After a moment, though, he adds in a low tone, about as serious as the man ever gets, “It’ll wear off. And even if it didn’t...I know you. You’d still have half the tomb raiding world trembling at your feet.”

Xiao Hua can’t help the little smile that curls at the corner of his mouth. “Only half?”

Hei Xiazi laughs. “The other half is too busy trying to run down Wu Xie. Now, come on. I think we’re almost out.”

(They are. A couple hours and a few more annoying staircases later, they emerge into the warm sun. And if the first thing Xiao Hua sees is the textured black of Hei Xiazi’s leather jacket, well. There’s no need to share that, is there?)

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter Fifteen: 1am Joyride

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, mentions of violence, implied past abuse, parents not loving their children, abandonment, foster care, jail, death 

AN: THIS CHAP IS A BACK STORY SO IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY I WILL POST A SMALL LINE FROM THEN END OF THISON THE NEXT ONE AS WELL!!! Sorry as well for not updating lots. Yeah girl has been dissociating so much and losing days. I blinked and now its friday at almost 3am. My  even closes as well on the 21st so if you want to participate please check out this Prompt list!!

Word Count: 1.2K

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Y/N POV 

I heard the rev of Tendou’s motorbike outside my window. I grabbed my jacket and Climbed out my open window.  I took the lightest steps I could around and passed Mei’s window. I grabbed the tree and started to climb down. I walked up to Tendou. 

“You look hot when you are angry babe.” 

“Gross, let’s just get out of here.” I grabbed the helmet from his hands as I climbed on the back. 

We rode down the rural neighbourhoods of the city. I never felt more relaxed than I did in that moment, my arms wrapped around him, the wind blowing on my body  as we rode off. I wanted this moment to last. We soon stopped as Tendou reached for his helmet. 

“This is my thinking spot. It’s usually quiet this time of night.” I took my helmet off and stepped off the bike. 

“I didn’t expect you to be of all people to need a thinking spot. Though you just Monster listed them.” 

“Unfortunately there's things the Monsters can’t always help with.” The atmosphere around him seemed to change to somewhat of a depressing vibe. 

“I really liked being on the bike. I didn’t even notice we ended up going up a hill to this lookout point.” 

“I knew you’d be distracted once you got to touch me.” He said with a wink as he pulled me into his arms. Our lips almost touched as he whispered. “Everytime I see you, you get more beautiful.” 

“Gross.” I whispered back as we both went in for a kiss..

Tendou’s phone startled us as he pulled away.

“What is it?” He asked as he answered the phone. A few minutes of silence passed. 

“No, I am at the lookout point. Can’t he just lie like he always does?” A deep sigh came from him as he heard the response. 

“Just give him my special stash and tell him to give it to her only if she won't come back. Shes a fucking bitch anyways. No one is at a loss by this. What’s a few couple hundred to get a forever problem solved?” Tendou laughed at whoever was on the other side of the phone and hung up.

“Sorry Y/n. Monster shit never stops when Teru”s one time hook ups won’t stop coming back.” 

“I don’t understand why you covered his ass. He’s going to act like a pig. He should deal with it on his own.” I slapped a hand over my mouth “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” 

“I know you aren’t the only one who sees it that way but Teru and Mad have been here for me always. We used to be little brats back in our elementary days too. Teru was actually a Quiet little devil at first. I do admit we definitely have opposite opinions on girls' purpose. He did watch his mom go through boys every other day some new guy railing her in the kitchen when he got home from school. His mom told him if the sex isn’t an 10 then they are not worth it” 

“How would he even know what a 10 is?’’ 

“I think he just does it to feel some kind of connection to a girl. In hope’s to find ‘The one’, he just wants to be loved and accepted by someone. He knows he's got us but he’s never felt loved by his mom, doesn’t even know who his dad is.” 

“I had no idea, I feel terrible now” I said back to him. He pulled me closer to him again as he rested on the rail. 

“He’s honestly such a good guy. All four of them are. Mad gets in a lot of fights because that's all he knew his entire childhood from his 3 older brothers used to fight him. His dad was about the same in that sense too. The reason he always punches instead of thinks before he acts is that is what he's been taught. He moved out of his house at 16 after we got some income and met the other two. Started to raise some hell in our school you know?” 

“It makes sense why he always tries to fight everyone then.”I said back.

“Hanamaki though is a rich kid whose parents would rather pretend he doesn’t exist. He lived with his grandma on the other side of Tokyo till she passed away in the last year of middle school. Now they buy him whatever he wants while they live who knows where in the world. Him and Matsukawa have been friends since elementary though, Matsun even followed him to Highschool cause he got expelled the last day of school for setting a classroom on fire smoking too close to some curtains. Matsukawa though also didn’t have a good upbringing. His mom left him at 2 years old outside a random house with a note saying she never wanted him. It took 4 years for him to find his father, by then the kid already had some damage because of the system. His dad worked too much to see it for himself though. That just made his choice to move in with Maki much easier for him. That's how we all kinda met though, our broken homes.” Tendou finished, as he turned away and looked out at the view. 

“What’s your story Satori?” I asked him. 

“My father’s in jail, my mother is dead.” 

“Holy shit, I am so sorry Satori.” 

“I spent most of my childhood jumping from foster home to foster home. I was a demon spawn though. Always making sure they would move me around. Getting my nickname Guess Monster cause no one knew what I would do next. I live with my grandma now.” He said.

“I am sorry I always called you the second biggest asshole on earth. I had no idea.” He just laughed knowing I meant Oikawa as number one. 

 “And how about you y/n? What’s your story?”

“Um, my mom left us for a guy in Paris when I was young. I was basically raising Mei as my child, with my father being a doctor he's usually never home. Well till I started dipping on her for Oikawa. Now she hates my guts and my father spoils her so much cause he feels bad about missing out so much.” 

“Wait Oikawa? I thought you always hated him” He said. I began to explain to him the same story I had told Mei earlier the night. “I always knew he was a piece of shit.” 

“If only Mei did. That’s why we fought too.” Tendou pulled me in closer again. He smiled at me as he gave his signature smile. 

“It’s nice to have someone to trust outside of my circle again.” He pulled me into a passionate kiss….

The night continued for a bit longer as he brought me back home once again. I got off his bike and looked down at him as he took his helmet off and stood up. 

“Satori.” 

“Yes Y/n?”

“You were right, I did fall for you.” With that I placed a passionate kiss on his lips again. I pulled away and turned around to begin to climb back into my house...

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they were roommates - part four

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: thank you for all the lovely messages i’ve been getting lately, everyone has been overwhelmingly sweet it’s great, love u always <333

words: 4,456

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” George asked the girl, who was taking a well-deserved rest on the sofa with a magazine propped up on her knees.

“Yes, you don’t need to worry. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” She chuckled, seeing how nervous they were about leaving her, even if it was just for one evening.

“Do you really want to be left all alone?” Fred seemed concerned, “With the ghosts?” He teased.

“Stop it freddie,” She groaned, knowing better than to believe him, but fully aware that every noise would spook her now. “Now, go. Both of you,” She swotted the man’s shoulder as George joined him in the living room. “And say hi to Ginny for me, tell her I miss her.”

“God, anyone would think you like her more than us!” They huffed, taking their place in the fireplace with handfuls of floo powder.

“Well-” She started, seeing the men’s faces drop in unison. “I’m kidding, I could never.” The girl grinned, waving goodbye as they announced their family home and left for the night.

Suddenly the loft felt very empty, and spooky. Maybe Fred was telling the truth about the ghosts?

-

The twins landed in their mother’s fireplace, dusting off their smart jackets with a sniffle. It always was a hassle to use the floo line home, that damn chimney was blocked up with all sorts that clogged their noses.

“Darlings!” Mrs Weasley called out, dragging them into a room and yet another hurried hug as she had no time to spare with dinner ready in only a few minutes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late.” Fred apologised, smacking Ron on the back of the head lightly as he walked past.

“Wanker,” His little brother mumbled, ignoring them.

“That’s okay, as long as you’re here.” Molly replied, using her wand to direct a multiple of bowls onto the table before them.

Ginny sat in between Harry and Hermione, who had made it a habit of theirs to join in on family dinners at the Weasley’s. Not that anyone ever complained, the more the merrier eh?

“Y/n says she misses you,” George whispered to his sister, not wanting the bombardment of questions about their houseguest until a little bit later.

“Tell her I’ll have a day off soon, hermione and I will swing by and we can go shopping or something.”

“You’ve told Hermione about her?” Fred chimed in, obviously a bit worried.

“Well of course I have, she can’t wait to meet her.” She gushed, excited to share her new friend with her oldest friend.

“Oh great well that means Ron will-”

“So... who’s y/n?” Their youngest brother asked from beside the twins, wide eyed with innocent curiosity, catching everyone in the room’s attention.

Mrs Weasley whipped her head  around.

“A girl? Have one of you got a girlfriend, why didn’t you tell me?” She started up on her assumptions, knowing that her sons were awful at telling her about their lives.

“Thanks a lot, idiot.” The twins groaned at Ron, who seemed just as confused as ever.

“Well, which one of you?” Molly continued, taking her seat at the other end of the table to Mr Weasley, who beamed silently. Wanting to hear the gossip as much as his wife did.

“Y/n isn’t a girlfriend mum, she’s staying with us for a while.” George took charge, keeping a straight face as he explained the facts to the rest of the family.

“What do you mean staying with you, where did you find her.”

“She’s not a stray dog mum!” Ginny laughed, taking a spoonful of roast potatoes and lumping them onto her plate.

“She used to work with Neville and his wife Hannah, you remember her right?” Fred joined in.

“Oh yes, lovely lady, beautiful hair!”

“Well, they couldn’t afford to keep her on. And she was living there until she could find somewhere more permanent to live,”

“What about her parents, surely they wouldn’t leave her homeless?” Molly asked, pouring herself a much-deserved glass of wine before passing the bottle around.

“Well, a-about that.” George started, but he seemed unsure on how to explain it to his family without giving out the girl’s private information.

“All we know is that she ran away from home because she needed to.”

“And you trust that!” Ron scoffed, earning a kick from Ginny and a glare from Hermione.

“She’s lovely, and yes she can be trusted- how else would she have gotten a job with neville if not?” Their sister came to her defense, shutting the youngest brother up with one breath.

“Thanks Gin,” George whispered.

“Well, I think that’s a lovely thing you’ve done boys.” Molly chirped up, “I’m proud of you both for being so charitable.”

“Yes, very good.” Mr Weasley mumbled, urged on by his wife’s awaiting gaze. “Just be careful, she is a stranger after all.”

“I think it’s y/n who should be careful around these two.” Ron chuckled, earning a harsh kick from his fiance under the table.

-

The family chatted all the way through dinner, telling stories of their work and their friends until all the food was gone and Harry helped Molly to clear up while the rest settled in the living room, next to a roaring fire.

“Your mother has been begging him to visit for weeks now, but he’s been tied up at the bank with yet another break in.” Arthur explained to his kids, telling them about Bill’s recent absence.

“Have they not updated their wards? Gringotts is the hardest to get into, it doesn’t make sense?” Hermione frowned, shaking her head.

“Luckily nothing was stolen, I think whoever did it got scared off before they made it to the vaults.”

“That’s odd, if anything vaults are easier to break into.” Ron was just as confused as his counterpart.

“Well yes, you lot would know wouldn’t you.” fred teased, squeezing Harry’s shoulder who sat by the fire in front of him.

“We could do a better job.” The boy with glasses chuckled.

“Just be careful, if these thieves are in the alley then there’s a chance they could target the shops next.” Mr Weasley warned them, knowing their business was known to be the one doing the best in diagon alley.

The twins nodded in response, sharing a small worry for the girl they had left behind in the loft. Fred thought about bringing it up to his brother, but decided against it the second everyone’s conversation topic changed.

“We won’t stay too long then.” George whispered to him, assuring him that he too was concerned about leaving y/n alone with the risk of someone breaking in. But even as the family laughed over stories, old and new, Fred couldn’t help but grow restless.

The longer they were there, comfortable and happy, the longer the girl was alone and vulnerable. He knew if he mentioned it again that George would grow suspicious of his feelings for the girl, whom he blatantly presumed could defend herself by the way he accepted yet another drink from his father.

If he hadn’t been such a wimp about it, he could have just put George in his place and been open about the way he liked the girl. But now he had to keep quiet, for his own sanity.

-

Another hour or so later the twins finally said their goodbyes, promising their mother that y/n would come along with them next week so everyone could meet her, and left the burrow to return to the loft where y/n had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

George chuckled, creeping over to her while Fred was distracted by the sight of her face yet again and picked her up into his arms.

“I’ll take her downstairs, Freddie, can you turn all the lights off up here?” He asked, letting the girl fall into his chest.

Fred hated how perfect they looked together, how George hadn’t even hesitated to hold her himself, how she slotted into his arms so simply. He hated that all of this bothered him, that he was pitting himself against his double, who hadn’t even shown any signs of wanting her.

Still he watched them leave, disappear down the steps and into the darkness. He considered waiting, with the hope that he could listen in on any conversation but realised that might be a bit much and sloped away to his bedroom, mumbling a quick “nox” as he went.

-

The more days that passed, the easier y/n fitted into the twins’ day to day life. She was a saint in the shop, and loyal customers got to know her and like just as quickly as the two men had done so.

Her little room was a godsend on her back, but in the evenings she stayed up in the loft with them, very rarely wanting time alone unless she was particularly exhausted. Which only made things harder for Fred, who seemed to grow more and more jealous around the girl.

He hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten, however, until Bill graced them all with his presence one afternoon while they were shutting up the shop. He had, of course, heard news of their guest from Ron and decided to find out all he could for himself while he wasn’t busy.

“She’s not here right now, we just sent her to the shop for dinner,” Fred told him, cashing up the till with a concentrated look. His older brother leant on the counter, still dressed in his fancy bank suit, having come straight from work.

“Not sure what she’s cooking, no doubt it’ll be good though,” George chuckled, stacking more things onto the shelves nearby.

“Apparently Ginny likes her, is that true?” He asked them, to which they both nodded. “Wow, she must be great then- never met anyone else with better character jugement, well except myself of course.”

Fred rolled his eyes at Bill, always one to be humble.

“She’s pretty great.” He assured, ignoring George’s weird look.

“Shame I missed her, guess I’ll have to find out for myself at dinner on friday.”

“You’re coming to the burrow?” George laughed, amazed that he finally had time.

“Yeah well, we haven’t had much progress with these break ins so there’s no point trying to force it. The aurors have taken over as it is, we’ve done all we can.”

“Which reminds me, I need to update our wards Georgie.”

“Again, I only did it a couple days ago!”

“No point taking chances, what dad said was right- they could easily target other businesses next.” Fred huffed, his brother accepting defeat.

Their attention was caught by the sound of the front door tinkling open, a jingle of keys telling them that y/n was finally back.

“Here she is!” Bill announced, greeting her with a charming smile and confident tone. The girl seemed surprised, her smile awkward and a little confused.

“This is our big brother, Bill.” Fred explained, offering to take the heavy bags from her. She smiled, making sure to lock eyes with him as he stepped back again.

“Hello Bill, it’s lovely to meet you.” Now she was more relaxed, her shoulders dropping as he spoke to her and asked her plenty of questions about herself, all the while leaning suavely against the counter.

Fred wanted to go over and drag her away, tell her that bill was way too old for her. But all he could do was stand and watch as she giggled away at every other comment he made, her eyes scanning him all the time that he was there.

“I better take this all upstairs-” She reached for the bags that were in his hand, but he stepped up onto the stairs.

“N-no it’s alright, I’ll go.” At least he wouldn’t have to hide his anger around them much longer.

Only a couple minutes later she joined him in the loft, her cheeks rosy and her eyes sparkly as she smiled at him in the kitchen.

“You okay?” Fred asked her.

“Yeah, George is saying goodbye to your brother. I said I’d come help.” She grinned, setting up a chopping board right beside him.

“You didn’t have to.” He nudged her shoulder playfully, making her giggle, the same way Bill had done.

“I wanted to, silly, plus I feel like I barely saw you all day- it was weird.”

Maybe liking her wasn’t off the cards after all, she wanted to be with him, she felt weird when she didn’t see him. Hell, she even left big-shot Bill downstairs just to be in the same room as him. George could have been wrong, she could want him back after all.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” She asked the taller man beside her, looking up with those hopeful eyes.

“Yeah sure,” “I’ll be back in ten to help, okay?” “Don’t fall!” He called out as she rushed off, hearing a faint giggle as the bathroom door shut. Fred smiled to himself, liking how much more comfortable they were getting around one another.

“Need help?” George asked, poking his head round the kitchen door.

“Can do, y/n’s just showering.” He directed his twin to the vegetables that needed peeling.

“By the way, Bill was asking about her-” His stomach tensed. “He wants to ask her out, I told him it’s fine… you know since you said you were just drunk when you told me those things.”

Fred’s heart stopped. Of course, just as things showed the smallest sign of getting better his hope was crushed by the weight of one sentence. He nodded, trying to pay as little attention to what nonsense George spewed out as they cooked, but he couldn’t help hearing how Bill had been taken in by the girl’s beauty.

The man wanted to yell out, he wanted to snap and explain that he’d liked her first. It all seemed so childish, he’d been jealous of one brother and now another one had swooped right in and charmed her. There was no way she would deny him, either, he’d seen her blush.

All through dinner, George asked the girl what she thought of their older brother, most likely at Bill’s request. But it made Fred feel sick, to see her so excited to talk about him, all that he could do was stay silent and eat his food. Not that either of the others noticed, too enthralled in their riveting conversation.

George was as bad as his mother for gossiping, together with y/n’s childlike excitement, he decided he couldn’t take much more and quietly dismissed himself so he could run off to his room and let out the breath he’d been holding onto all evening.

This was going to be harder to get over.

-

That Friday night, the three of them apparated to the burrow, wanting to show the girl a different way to travel as she had never been taught how to do it when she lived at home. The moon was bright out that night, and shone done over the field as they landed, both men having to keep her stable as she giggled.

“That was fun!” She squealed, jumping up and down and looking around, amazed that she had never experienced such a exhilarating thing before.

“I gotta be honest, I was expecting you to vomit.”

“We both were,”

“It’s practically tradition at this point.”

“Maybe on the way back, after dinner.” The girl teased, stomping her boots over the long grass that led towards the house.

She had found her nicest pair of big blue jeans and used some of the little money she had on her to buy a new top when Ginny had taken her out with Hermione. It was white, with thin lace sleeves and a corset waist, which had reminded her of the dresses her mother used to wear whenever her father took her out for a special occasion. Before they grew apart, of course.

Fred had gulped when he’d seen her wearing it, presuming that she’d been swayed by Hermione’s elegant style over Ginny’s punk-princess dresses. And while he loved seeing her wearing clothes that made her look like an angel, as she did that evening, everything the girl wore seemed to make him want her more and more.

“Y/n!” His little sister cried out from the front door, having spotted them from the front window, making the girl run even faster to greet her. They flew into each other’s arms like best friends, they most likely were that close by now, given both of the girl’s addictive personalities.

All of them were quickly ushered inside, where Ron and Harry awkwardly stared at her while she talked with their fiances. George nudged their shoulders.

“You guys look like creeps, have you really forgotten how to talk to girls other than those two.” He scoffed.

“Oh, we’re just worried.” Harry explained, looking as white as a sheet.

“About y/n?” Fred sneered, “She’s a softie, come on.”

“Ginny and ‘Mione are great, but when they’re together they can be-” “They’re brutal.” Ron finished his friend's statement bluntly. “And your little project will turn into one of them if you’re not careful.”

“She’s not a project Ron-” “Yeah, shut up Ron.”

Mrs Weasley wiped her hands of cooking and rushed over to the new face in her house, immediately dragging the girl into a hug.

“It is so lovely to meet you y/n!” She exclaimed, her children’s kindness so evidently learnt from her. “Ginny has told me so much about you,” The girl blushed before her, unknowing of a parent so welcoming.

Her mother used to be like this, if she remembered far enough, she would invite all their friends over and treat other’s children as their own. Always with a bright, beaming smile, one that had been lost as the years went one, but one that she no doubt inherited herself.

“Why don’t you go sit with the boys, dinner won’t be long.” She smiled, keeping Ginny and Ron behind to help her finish up. She followed the twins, who seemed too tall for their own home as they ducked beneath archways and low hanging lights.

A fire was lit in the next room, surrounded by sofas and armchairs that looked even comfier than her own bed. Mr Weasley sat, facing the doorway, having a conversation with someone who had their back to the trio as they entered.

“Hi dad, evening Bill.” George smiled, slumping down on a sofa comfortably.

Bill turned round, expectantly, his smirk rising when he saw the girl stood before him, looking much more made up that she was the other day after a long shift.

“There she is,” He said, smoothly, relishing in the way she blushed nervously in his presence.

She politely greeted Mr Weasley, before sitting down in between the twins who were her pillars of safety as they talked over her head. Even as Bill conversed with his father about matters that she struggled to catch up on, his gaze burned upon her body like a flame.

Fred noticed it, the way his brother watched over her like a hawk and the way she lapped it up. It was sickening to see her fall under his spell so easily, he didn’t even need to try. Bill always got what he wanted, everyone knew that.

When Mrs Weasley called them all in for dinner, Fred certainly didn’t miss the way his older brother whispered into her ear and all but dragged her over to the table so he could ensure they would be next to one another. He just let it happen, who was he to stop them, a hopeless romantic… that’s all.

“So y/n, where did you go to school?” Arthur asked, thinking nothing of the question. But her face fell a little, not that anyone but Fred saw it happen from across the table.

“Uh- I was actually homeschooled, but there’s still a lot I don’t know.”

“Well I hope the boys have been teaching you lots, it’s good to know as much as you can.” Mrs Weasley beamed, rubbing the twin’s heads as she passed by with glasses for everyone.

“They’ve been extremely helpful, in more ways than I can thank them for.” She smiled sweetly, catching Fred’s eye as everyone started up their own conversations.

That was the last time she looked over at him that night, as Bill started telling her all sorts of things that made her giggle and smirk and blush and fidget. It was obvious to anyone that watched the two of them that Bill had made up his mind about her.

It was the scar tour which finally made Fred roll his eyes, no one seeing but his twin.

“You alright?” George said, with a confused chuckle.

“Oh yeah, fine.”

“Bill’s a right show off isn’t he, wonder where he’s gonna take her on their d-a-t-e.”

“We’re not dogs you know, we can spell.” Ginny hissed from the other side of him, leaning over behind him so she could talk to Fred directly.

“Is it true?” She asked him, hushed.

“Is what?” He whispered back, praying that George hadn’t spoken of his drunken confession.

“Bill’s gonna ask her out?”

“Well- I guess so, he said he would.” He sat up straight again, wanting nothing more to do with that conversation if he could help it. He was already forced to watch the two of them as if he was front row at a particularly excruciating play.

-

The whole night seemed to drag on for hours and hours, as it seemed like Ginny and Bill were fighting over the girl’s attention. Fred finally gave up on trying to bear the whole situation and slipped out the back door when no one was watching, hoping to have a few minutes alone in the night’s cool air.

But not even thirsty seconds of silence later, the door opened behind him, and someone came to join him.

“You alright Fred?” Hermione’s voice sounded over to him, as he sat slumped against the stone wall. He nodded, not minding her company over any of the other’s. She at least knew how to be quiet when it was necessary.

The brunette took a seat beside him on the grass, crossing her legs and taking in a fresh breath of air. He was always happy that Hermione was the one friend of Ginny’s to actually join the family, he’d never been a fan of the other’s as most of the time they would bother him and George.

“You like her, don’t you?” Hermione asked, dragging him from his vacant thoughts.

“What?”

“Y/n. You like her, and you haven’t said anything.”

“Hermione, I don’t-” ‘I’m not going to tell anyone, I hate gossip.” She scoffed, and he knew it was true.

“It’s a tricky one, okay.” The man finally said, after she let him think over his answer for a few moments.

“I bet, and now Bill’s got his sight on her.”

“Yeah well, I’m not him-” He sighed. “Doesn’t mean you can’t like her.”

“It’s too late, she’s gonna say yes to their date and then they’ll be together and I’ll have to watch them be happy and shit, all the while I’m gonna be miserable.” “She might say no,” “Bullshit will she say no, have you seen the way she acts around him?” “Not really.” Hermione admitted.

“Well, it’s obvious she likes him- that’s all.”

They fell into silence again, the stars in the sky not even settling Fred’s growing rage over how stupid he’d been to hide how he truly felt.

“Either way, you should tell her.” Hermione said, standing up and brushing off her legs before giving him a sympathetic smile and heading back inside.

-

The twins headed back outside, getting ready to leave, when y/n called over to them with a giggle. Bill’s hands were wrapped around her waist, begging her to stay as she cutely tried to get away.

“I’ll just be a moment you guys!” George nodding, waving bye to his brother and heading back into the field to give them a bit of privacy. Fred followed, with no other choice. He could still see their figures through the tall grass, holding one another like they were already lovers. When Bill’s head dipped down he just turned away, seeing George watching him with squinted eyes.

“What are you doing freddie?” He asked him.

“Nothing, jus- nothing.” He grumbled, kicking up the ground beneath his feet as they waited patiently.

When the girl finally bounded over, full of giddy excitement, he wanted to be far away from her. He swore he could feel Bill’s presence all over her, just by the way she took his hand to apparate back to the loft.

The whole time that she spoke his head was in a daze, as if he felt there was no use in listening to anyone anymore. No matter how much advice he was given, or however nice he was to her. If she didn’t want him, then there was nothing he could do.

“Goodnight freddie!” She called, when he silently left the other two in the dark shop and climbed up to the loft. He didn’t say anything back, in truth he didn’t take in that she had spoken to him and then by the time he had done so, he didn’t trust his voice to not crack under pressure.

“Is he angry?” The girl turned to George, who was just as confused about his twin’s odd behaviour.

“No, sweet, he’s probably just tired.” He whispered, giving her a reassuring hug. “So, when’s Bill taking you out?”

“Tuesday night.” “Oh. How romantic.” The man scoffed, which earned him a light slap on the arm.

“Stop it you, he said he didn’t want to wait until next weekend- I think it’s sweet.”

“You would missy- you’re in love!” He teased.

“I wouldn’t call it love… yet.” She grinned.

“Go on you, get to bed.” He chuckled, giving her yet another hug and letting her skip off to her room which was covered in fairy lights.

George wasn’t even going to bother talking to Fred that night. Whatever was up with him, he could take a wild guess on and probably hit the jackpot. But that meant he was upset, beyond compare, and most likely needed some time alone. So George gave him that time and just went up to bed himself. Hoping that things would look up in the days to come.

Little did he know that, when it came to love, Fred held grudges.