#hi hi hiiiiiii i prepared you a little gift i hope you like it. it’s nothing compared to how u got us tickets to see skz next summer

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happy birthday @mybodyfails 🩷

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hiiiiiii! 💕 love your fics! can i request an angst to fluff ff with husband!fred? like he and reader have a fight but make up?

+ hiiiiii again! i was the one who sent in the husband!fred angst to fluff ff where they fight and makeup at the end… could the makeup include freddie reenacting the proposal and basically promising and reassuring reader of his love for her 😭? can it be christmas themed? ty ❤️

of course, lovely!!! i made the situation a bit lighthearted (because i can imagine this happening lol) so i hope that’s okay! and i kind of made it a bit subtle with the proposal thing because of the situation so again, just tweaking a couple of things here and there to make fit which i hope you still enjoy! :D merry christmas babe! <3

through thick and thin (f.w.)

💌: your first christmas as newly-weds and... it’s already off to a bad start. 📝 word count: 1,600 words / husband!fred x reader / ☔️🌸 slight angst to fluff 💬: a small little christmas gift from me to you, lovelies! thank you for all the lovely support and have a great christmas! 💞

it was that time of the year. the time where carols could be heard from a mile away, the christmas spices would float about into the air and the warmth–oh the warmth that would radiate all around just as the days ticked down to the day of christmas. everything about this felt like a dream; so perfect, so breathtaking... until one small mishap turns everything to shit.

this was your first christmas as newly-weds with the weasleys at the burrow. things were supposed to be perfect but of course that wouldn’t be the case. just like every christmas at the burrow was already everything you had hoped for. with such a big family, molly constantly showering you with love and welcoming you in since the day she found out you were dating fred–that was the dream right there already.

christmas comes around and you were so stoked to prepare christmas treats... or what you had in mind as treats. one small tweak with the oven that doesn’t fly by well, leaves the house with black smoke and burnt cookies. it made you upset–nope, you were beyond that–so upset that even though you knew fred had meant well in lifting your spirits, it left you feeling hurt instead. with the wave of a wand, things were in tip-top shape as if nothing had happened but the damage was done.

forget the cookies, it wasn’t even about the cookies anymore.

fred had bigger things to deal with on christmas eve.

he hadn’t known he made a mistake when ginny shoves past him with a soft you’re a real git, you know that? as she chases after you. he spins around, gaping at the sight of the back door flinging open and shut as his sister goes after you in the cold of the night but deep down, he felt frozen. at the sound of george snorting, he turns to his twin who shakes his head and makes a move to clean up the remnants of burnt cookies with their mother.

fred trails along to dispose the trays and when the burnt smell dissolves away, molly hands him a cup of tea, patting his shoulder. 

“i know what you meant to do, fred... but i don’t think that was a wise thing to do,” molly sits opposite him by the dining table, watching as fred circles his index finger along the mouth of the cup. “i only wanted to make her feel better. how was that wrong?”

“fred,” she sighs, reaching over to cup his hands along the warm porcelain. fred lifts his head up to meet with his mother’s gaze. “it’s your first year as newly-weds for christmas. how much have the two of you looked forward to this?”

fred scoffs, trying to shake his mother’s hands off but she remains holding on. “you’d know, mum.” fred takes a small sip of tea, “years. since the yule ball, since you-know-who, since–”

“then i’m sure you know that she’d want this to be as perfect as it could be, don’t you think? how’d you feel if your little grand fireworks show hadn’t gone as planned?”

“well i’d know it would be absolute crap but i wouldn’t feel all chippy about it, would i–oh my god,” fred finally realises his mistake as it hits him in the face, pulling his hands from his mother to bury his face in them. molly scoffs a laugh, folding her arms on the table as she shakes her head. “finally got it through your thick skull, huh?”

“oh god...” fred mutters into his hands, which soon morphs into sounds of disappointment and grumbles of cuss words aimed towards himself. molly only chuckles at the sight and pats his shoulder when the door opens.

almost immediately fred jolts from his seat, turning around to be greeted with... “oh, it’s you.”

ginny sneers at him, “you’d be so glad.”

“where’s y/n?”

“oh,” ginny scoffs a laugh, crossing her arms, “finally came around with your insensitivity, have you?”

“gin, i swear i’ll shove a–”fred can’t continue his sentence when molly clears her throat and he glances over to his mother’s pointed look. he heaves a deep exhale and ginny steps to the side, pointing at the back door exit with her head as a motion for him to get out there and get your wife, you idiot.

fred whispers a quick spell to retrieve your scarf, then he heads out into the cold. he didn’t have to walk far, only a good twenty steps into the snow to find you seated on one of the wooden benches as you stared out to the horizons of the burrow. it was like a winter wonderland; a paradise of nature. yet, somehow, fred feels the coldness of the night seeping into his bones thinking about how he made jokes of your... little mishap when he should’ve comforted you knowing how important this meant to you.

he hates how when he comes close and you can hear him, hurried sniffles can be heard as you shrivel up and look ahead. 

your favorite ginger comes around with hazel eyes pleading for forgiveness even before he says anything. you hate how your heart nearly flies into his hands, willingly forgiving him with his face alone and how sorrowful he looked. you press your lips into a thin line, watching as he kneels before you and reaches up to tuck you in your scarf in efforts to keep you warm despite wearing only a sweater, jeans and boots.

stubbornly, you hugged yourself tighter, only to give in when fred gently pries your position apart so he can warm your hands in his. he offers you a small smile when you do, despite your teary eyes and the balance of tears still trickling down your face. a shaky breath leaves your lips, coming out in a puff of white that surrounds the pair of you. he continues to warm your hands, until they’re somewhat less freezing than before.

you watch as fred leans forward to press his lips to your hands, a similar gesture he did when he asked for your hand in marriage, when he made his vows, when you promised you’d love him until forever (and a bit more after). it makes you emotional, as if you weren’t before and fred is well-aware of how it makes you feel.

“i’m sorry for making those jokes, love. i should’ve known how important it was to you and i was trying to make you feel better. clearly i didn’t think that through,” he shakes his head when you raise a brow, a silent oh yeah? you didn’t, huh? “i should’ve comforted you instead. hopefully i’m not too late?”

even though you were crying silently, you still had the bit in you to nudge him with one of your hands, the one with your wedding ring banded to your finger at him, “you do have the rest of our lives.”

he tightens the grip on your hand, resting his chin atop of it, “and i’ll spend that time loving you better day by day. just like i promised.”

fred knows he’s forgiven when you shake him away from your hands, only to usher him into your arms when you spread them wide. he doesn’t take long to settle on the bench, pulling you over to his lap and wrapping his arms around you. your bodies warm up against each other like two puzzle pieces finding their way back together. your arms snake around him, face pressed into his neck as fred kisses the side of your head. he has an arm around your waist, the other stroking the back of your head from the top, down to your lower back and over and over again like a calming repetition. 

the two of you stay like that for a while, until fred notices you’re shivering.

“c’mon, let’s head back in, hm? i’ll help you remake those cookies.”

“and if they burn again?”

“well,” fred shrugs, “we’ll make sure to douse them in frosting and everyone is gonna have a bite if that’s the last thing i’ll get them to do.”

he smiles at you, tucking your scarf up to cover your nose, unable to muffle your words for him: “you’re an idiot.”

“yeah,” he snorts, “but i’m your idiot.” he lifts up a hand, revealing the similar wedding band on his finger, “for the rest of our lives, remember?”

“and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

fred presses a kiss to your forehead, relishing in the way he can tell you’re smiling when your eyes curl up like that. soon, he’s dragging you back into the warmth of home and getting started on a fresh batch of cookies with the two of you sitting in front of the oven should anything go wrong because fred claims there’s no way these babies are gonna burn. not on my watch. not on our watch.

though it may seem silly, fred took it to account on how much this meant to you. that was... that was how much fred loves you. the way he took into consideration of your feelings, make amends and taking responsibility for when he has to. if he’s this considerate with just some burnt cookies, you can only imagine how he’d be like as a father to your children.

but as you snuggle against him in front of the warm oven with the scent of cookies brewing in the air, wrapped in fred’s arms cocooning you in as you watch the cookies bake, maybe that’s a thought to indulge in another time.

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key lime + raspberry swirl 🙇🏻‍♀️

Hiiiiiii thank youuuu ♥️ I’ll be doing this for my top 3 selfships (my header gives it away hehe) in no order, so I hope you enjoy this ^_^

F/O Asks!! Doing it for my selfships, bonus if you mention the characters ♥️

Tetsuro Kuroo

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

Light academia. Expect moments of us having witty banters, running around the house, getting away on long drives, loud music, mad dancing, flicking food at each other while we’re cooking, game nights with friends, working on our presentations together even if we’re in different professions, traveling to coffee shops (a must for us), and excessive PDA from us XD But I can never imagine a better lover than him. The freedom I have in him to be who I and vice versa, it’s beautiful. We’re bold, passionate and full of joy.

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

Hmm, he’d cheer me up with corny jokes, sarcastic remarks, impromptu dancing, hugs me so as to help me cry, nose kisses, puts me in bed with some calming music to help me sleep. The next morning, when I wake up, he prepares breakfast in bed, calls our bosses to give me a day off work ‘cause I’m still not okay, and spends the whole day sitting by my side as we watch movies, and have the most random conversations. I’m upset with him for that, but I’ll not have it either way ♥️

Kento Nanami

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

Absolutely dark academia with no question. Expect our nights or even weekends to be full of discussing of books, philosophical conversations and cooking together. He’s profoundly wise, so if I give him a topic that he knows and likes to talk about, (eg: bread or economy), he can talk on end for hours. Expect us gifting each other poems with roses, every poem invoking a deep conversation ‘cause it’s embedded with metaphors. And Kento Nanami as a poet faaaaaar greater than I can ever be. We’re intense, sapiosexual, and romantic.

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

He’d see me that I’m upset, not say anything, sit or stand or lie beside me, run his hand along my back and engulf me in a tight embrace. He doesn’t need to say anything, but a “this will not change the fact that I love you,” or “it will be okay, we’ll get through this,” and that’ll be enough for me to cry and vent it all out. Then he’d cook for me and play some soft music as we turn our conversation for some light hearted moments.

Jotaro Kujo

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

Dark academia probably? Arguments galore. He’s a tsundere, doesn’t always express much, but shows it with actions. So, we used argue over little things and it’s probably at the risk of him picking me up like that in public settings 😂 But, when we slow dance, you can see it in our eye contact, our hand holding and our smiles that our love for each other is powerful enough to overshadow all the other couples in that room and overcome trials and tribulations. We’re rebellious, sacrificial and we get lost in each other.

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

Since he’s not great with words, he’d initially first say something mean unintentionally, and to make up for it, he’d take me out, mostly in a park to stargaze, probably an aquarium (‘cause he = marine biologist), or somewhere quiet outside so that he’d give me the space to vent, because let me tell you: fantastic listener, and whatever words he thus speaks later on, are soothing. His kisses are immaculate, and when he holds my hands, it feels like I’m standing on an anchor.