#hurry and finish the game so I can see more takes about it lol

[bunabi]

I'm surprised to see Solavellans conflicted

I think the progression of events makes sense, even if I'm disappointed with some of the outcomes ?? they kinda cooked

[katsukiizmoon]

♡ Sparring , dry humping, degradation, you’re in public?, the use of the word ‘bitch’, you cum on his thigh lol, unedited

♡ k.bkg + f!reader

Sparring with Katsuki takes a turn. You call him a bitch, tell him you’ll beat the brakes off him and wipe the floor with his smug face. And you do it just to watch his crumble.

It’s just fun to rile him up. Especially when there’s people around. He gets so worked up it’s funny.

His face heats as his eyes narrow and his chest puffs up with air. Pops fly from his palms and it doesn’t take long before he’s launching himself at you. A big hand grips your wrist. The other wrapping in your hair and pushing you down.

In seconds, you’re cheek is squished against the floor with your arms behind your back. Your wrists sit directly above your ass, meeting in the middle. A thick thigh slots between your thighs as the air is forced out of you all at once.

And you can hear his breathing, feel his thigh against your clothed pussy. Because you’re an idiot and didn’t let yourself fall. Your hips still high in the air, flimsy workout shorts doing nothing but making it worse.

Katsuki’s cock throbs in his pants at the sight and feel of you. The heat of your folds is squished up against his thigh and it’s his own damn fault.

You wiggle in his hold and it makes things worse. So, so much worse. Your core slides against his thigh and it makes your clit beg for more. Your workout shorts feel sticky.

“Who’s the bitch again?” He pants, determined to make a point.

Your pussy squeezes around nothing and your clit throbs. He slides his thigh back momentarily. There’s a damp area over your shorts when he looks down. A low groan leaves his lips and he, still determined, pushes his thigh back.

“Me—“ you breathe, hips shifting on instinct to get more friction, thighs trying to squeeze together. You fight it but it feels good. The heat in your belly pools and feels thick.

“Again.” Katsuki is unrelenting, but his grip in your hair relaxes. He quickly adjusts himself and prays to every god under the sun that you didn’t feel the weight of him against the back of your thigh.

“I— fuck- I am.” You grit, wiggling more and only making it worse. There’s a voice in your head telling you to stop moving before you cum. You ignore it, stupidly. Thinking he doesn’t notice.

He leans forward, right near your ear. The drag of your wet, sticky, covered pussy over his sweatpants isn’t nearly as subtle as you think it is. While you’re moving your arms a little to feign an attempt to escape, he knows you’re stronger than that. If you wanted out of his hold you would have lifted your back leg to kick him in the balls.

“You’re about to cum on my thigh, aren’t you?” Katsuki purrs, low and slow. Your hips freeze and your eyes widen.

“No.” A lie. You squeeze around nothing again and soak through your workout bottoms completely. You’re so close it hurts.

“Oh, I think you are.” His massive thigh pushes forward, sliding against your clit.

Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his grip. His hands around your wrists tighten, free hand pressing against your mouth so you aren’t to loud. His dick is so hard it fucking hurts. You finish with what feels like a heartbeat against his thigh, making the inside of your shorts even stickier than before.

Someone comes into the practice room— Eijirou. Saying something about a new game he bought, inviting the two of you over.

Katsuki grunts in response.

“Try again later, loser.” He pretends, ignoring the persistent matter in his sweats leaking precum.

He releases you and rolls you over, throwing his hoodie on top of your hips and thighs. You are a sight to behold. With Puffy lips, you try to catch your breath.

“Put it on, hurry the fuck up.” He grits, trying to cover the very obvious proof of your previous arousal before someone else sees

Eijirou approaches with a quirked brow “your… hoodie?”

“Loser hit her period.” He lies. You thank him in the back of your head a million times over and run off to the bathroom to change.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Deja Vu ~ Russell Adler x Female Reader

{Author's Note} This was inspired by @alypink's recent Adler render where he's leaning against a muscle car AND HOO BOY that put tons of thoughts in my head about a younger Adler before he heads off to Vietnam. Reader in this story dated him before he went off to war and they got together again after the events of the Cold War game. I probably got some timeline stuff wrong but I did my research and tried to keep it consistent lol. A horrendous sinus infection has given me a short break from school as I start some medications to clear it up so that means more time for writing! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this! I've got plenty of ideas for a younger Adler x reader series so expect more in the future! And let me know if you'd like to be removed or added to the tag list🫶🏻 I don't know if I managed to include everyone that I wanted to so please let me know! AND YES I'm using a Robert Redford gif because they're basically the same person in my eyes LOL {Tag List} @littlemissclandestine @alypink @mctvsh @adlerboi @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ghostlythots @glitterypirateduck

Russell Adler x Female Reader

❌Content Warning: none❌

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1965

“When are you leaving again?” 

Adler sends you a glance through dark shades as you pass him a bucket full of water. He takes it easily, hefting it with little issue while you had struggled to lift it only moments ago. 

“In a month,” he responds and splashes the bucket’s contents across the windshield of his car. “Higher ups are gettin’ worried about the increased communist presence in Vietnam so they’re sending in some troops. I’ll be going on behalf of the CIA to do some recon and see if we can figure out what’s happening over there.”

You knew that already. He’d told you half a dozen times before but he answered you anyway. He knew how worried you were about the threat of impending war, especially when he was being sent into the midst of it with little choice to refuse. 

All you can manage is a nod as you focus on sponging down the window opposite him. He notices your silence and rounds the car, drying his palms on his already damp tank top. 

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs softly as he grasps your chin and guides your face to look at him. You blink back tears and he wipes away the few that manage to escape with gentle thumbs. 

“Just gotta make sure the Soviets aren’t meddling in things,” he continues. “It shouldn’t take long.”

You nod as he caresses the curves of your cheeks. “I just want you to be careful.” 

And come back alive, you think to yourself. Come back to me. 

He leans to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I will. Promise.”

His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, one that makes you smile and clears the mist from your eyes. 

“Now, help me finish cleaning this thing before Sims gets here. He needs to see this baby in all her glory.”

You laugh, feeling your heart lighten as Russ turns up the radio. He bobs his head to The Beach Boys song flowing through the speakers and you promise yourself to commit this moment to memory. The glint of his shades in the sunlight, the shimmer of golden hair as he pushes it off his forehead, the movement of his arms and back as he leans over the hood of his car. The image is imprinted in your mind’s eye for years to come.

~ ~ ~

1982

Adler has changed, though your memories of him have not. He’s still stubborn as a mule with an envy-inducing sense of style and a love for muscle cars. He’s older now, quieter and less open, scarred both physically and mentally after his time in Vietnam. His most recent escapade involved a former Soviet agent who he refuses to talk about so you don’t push the topic. You’re just happy he’s come back to you.

“You gonna keep staring or help me clean this thing?” Russ says with a slight smile. His shades reflect the sun the same way they did all those years ago and you hurry to his side, upping the radio’s volume on the way.

Russ likes to talk about cars and so you let him, enjoying the sound of his voice as he guides you through the inner workings of the machinery before you. He's gentle and careful with his movements, and you notice the serenity in his features. It was one of the few times he was able to relax, a brief moment where he didn't carry the world on his shoulders. You know he's not perfect, far from it, but he deserves this temporary peace and you're thankful that you're present to enjoy it with him.

“Do you know that I love you?” you ask suddenly. The comment makes Russ pause in his work, gaze lifting to yours as he straightens.

"That so?"

You giggle. "You're supposed to say it back, you know," you tease, fully aware of his tendency to play coy with this sort of thing.

He brushes stray strands of hair from your face, the pads of his fingers delicately tracing your features. He was hesitant to touch you these days, fearing you'd be disgusted by his calloused hands, but you made it a point to remind him that such things were a sign that he had survived and kept his promise to you, even if it had taken longer than either of you had anticipated.

"I love you, too," he murmurs, his voice a low whisper, as if he were afraid to release the phrase into the world where it could be taken from him.

You grin and lean to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, hearing his contented sigh as his arms settle around your waist. You promise to commit this moment to memory, just as you had countless times before, adding it to the complicated collection of images and sensations that made up Russell Adler.

[lilacliquors]

hello! Hope you're doing well! Saw your requests are open❤️,can I please request homelander x fem reader who's very quiet like sometimes he thinks his gf isn't here in the same room as him but she's just in the corner playing sims on her laptop lol ,and sometimes forgets to eat because she's way too immersed in her game and whenever homelander acts obsessive towards her she's like "cool " 😎 she's way too chill for her own good, sorry if my request is weird lol

ah, to be the antithesis of homelander. that's not a want, it's a need

it was too quiet for his liking. even with his enhanced hearing, it was unsettling. as hard as he tried, he couldn't hear you, your breathing, your heartbeat, any of it. his thoughts were racing, going millions of miles an hour. did you leave? without his permission? where did you go? would you be back? were you leaving him for good?

all of these thoughts ran circles around him, and he was getting restless. he didn't like this feeling, this helplessness. it was too human for his liking. and he, the homelander, well he was a god among men, wasn't he? and gods don't know what helplessness is. he decided he'd had enough, and he was going to find you. no more helplessness. and no more leaving.

but when he turned around, he nearly jumped. you'd been there all along, tucked away in your little corner, your laptop resting on your thighs. your eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking out ever so slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

perhaps with the way his mind was racing, and his own heart slammed against his ribs, his senses had been clouded. of course, that was it. but how could you make him worry like that? and why weren't you getting up to comfort him? unacceptable.

"there you are," he said, putting on a smile as he walked towards you. "You had me worried, you know."

"i did?" you asked, not looking up from the screen. "sorry about that. guess i got caught up here."

"what are you even doing?" he asked, standing over you. to him, a second not spent with you near him was a second wasted.

"playing the sims. i've been trying to build this custom house for ages, but it's slowing down my laptop. and then i wanted to try some new mod packs, but with the lag issue, i have to decide which ones i really wanna try," you explained, and it was gibberish to him.

"well, you know, you've been spending a lot of time on your little game, and not a lot of time with me. we should fix that," he said.

"huh? oh, sure. just let me finish up here and we can do something," you said, looking up at him and smiling.

"right, sure whatever. hurry up. this game is taking up too much of your time. we're gonna have to cut that down a bit."

"mhm, whatever you say."

you didn't see his eyes glow red for a brief moment, but he calmed himself down, no thanks to you. and when you finally closed your laptop and stood, while your attention was elsewhere, he glared at the tech.

getting rid of that was the first step.

[diabolikpersonals]

sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.

like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are

I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao

[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]

I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')

A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.

What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"

...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D

If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol

[bordysbae]

Can you write something about Brendan dating a pro athlete who has to travel a lot (tennis/volleyball player) and they are doing long distance for part of the year?

“surprise”

brendan brisson x reader

ok so i know absolutely nothing abt professional volleyball so i bet half of this info is incorrect, but i tried my best to do research and find a team so idk?! i apologize if it’s wrong lol just pretend!!

pt. 2

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you play volleyball professionally, and your boyfriend brendan is a professional hockey player who’s always traveling. you guys met in college, and have been dating ever since.

it’s been a year since brendan moved to vegas, and you’re in colorado for usa volleyball. you guys facetime every night but can only manage to see each other in person once a month. it sucks and sometimes you even have doubts about the relationship, but you love him too much to ever end things with him.

you have a really important game tomorrow, which also falls the day before brendan’s birthday. it’s a whole mess, and you feel horrible knowing you won’t get to spend his birthday with him, but he’s been totally understanding of it all.

little do you know, brendan already has a plane ticket to colorado, and a ticket to your game. his flight leaves early tomorrow, which makes sure that when he arrives he’ll be there on time. you and brendan last saw each other a month ago, and you’ve both been trying to plan a time to see each other but nothings been working, or so brendan said. he may or may not have lied about his schedule so he could surprise you.

—

the game started only 10 minutes ago, and your team is winning. as you’re diving down to save the ball, you spot someone in the crowd who catches your eye. you almost do a double take, which would make you lose the ball but you keep your head in the game. as you save it the crowd roars with claps.

when you get the chance you glance back to that one person, and you see the familiar face of brendan brisson. a huge grin runs across your cheeks, and you now feel more nervous than before. you shake it out and continue playing the game to the best of your ability.

the game finishes and you guys take the win. all of your teammates are extremely happy and excited, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. all you want is to see brendan.

you hurry over to him and you both engulf each other in a huge hug. “surprise!” he says, as he sways you both side to side slowly. his head rests on top of yours, as his arms are wrapped around your torso. a few moments pass, and he then lifts his head from yours and kisses you. you pull back softly and hit his chest, “you didn’t tell me you were coming!”

“that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

“whatever, brisson” you chuckle

“congrats on the win love, i��m proud of you” he smiles down at you

“thanks babe! and happy early birthday, how long are you here for?” you ask, gently untangling yourself from his arms to grab your bags. brendan swoops in before you can, and grabs your things for you.

“i leave in two days. now we get to celebrate my birthday together!” he smiles

“i have nothing planned! now i have to get us a fancy reservation and put together an outfit! ugh brendan! why couldn’t you have just told me you were coming” you groan, rolling yours eyes jokingly.

brendan chuckles, “as long as i’m with you, my birthday is complete.”

“you’re so romantic”

“more like so cringe” your best friend chimes in from your right side, making both you and brendan chuckle.

“hi emmy” brendan smiles

“hi brendan, happy early birthday!” she smiles at the boy she’s met a few times before, but mainly speaks to from the background of your guys’ facetime calls.

“thanks! congrats on the win” he smiles. she thanks him before saying goodbye and heading out to the parking lot. you and brendan begin walking out of the building, him holding your bag on his left shoulder. “so whatcha wanna do for the rest of the afternoon?” you ask, twirling your car keys in between your fingers.

“you” he smirks jokingly, making you burst out laughing.

“brendan brisson! im telling your mother!” you say in between laughs.

“don’t you dare!” he says as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, making you laugh even harder. he walks over to your car and places you down on the ground again. “i’ve missed you” he speaks softly.

“i’ve missed you more”

[dearest-painter]

poor reader trying to balance all their time with all 20 of the payday gang + bain.. i imagine theyd be given a cellphone with all their numbers + a tracker placed by bain. plus i think aldstone and all the contractors would take a liking to reader as well! = their phone blowing up 24/7. this idea is living in my head rent free lol, i think learning how to play poker from bonnie or sydney designing a special mask for reader sounds so cute! they would probs draw sticks to see who can go on a stealth mission with reader. how'd you think they would react if reader got hurt on the job??

If Reader got hurt on the job all hells coming lose. Anyone whose doing the heist immediately goes insane while the more professional one takes care of Reader. The others are bashing and killing the cops with such anger they’ve never seen. After the heist Bain gets their doctor to check Reader because their all worried. After that they won’t be allowed to go on a few heist until everyone is calmed but they still get a paycheck because they deserve their fucking paycheck.

Now for the phone part,yeah it’s blowing up a lot to the point Reader has it on do not disturb 24/7 at this point. Bain literally has to tell everyone chill the fuck out with the text and calls because it’s getting annoying plus Reader’s about to block all of them even though Reader knows they’ll make another number. It calms down but it’s still blowing up a bit but much calmer. Jacket uses this to talk to reader every day. I feel like Jacket is probably Reader’s favorite because he gives them a fresh breath of air with suffocating them. Reader’s phone is hella decorated with stickers that represent all of them,few of them sharing a sticker.

The drawing stick park is right,Bain keeps track but also uses it to keep the heisters to behave. If they misbehave or make them lose money they get a tally off but if they behave and don’t make them lose money they get a tally on. By the end of the week the people with the most tallies get to go on a stealth mission with Reader. Usually ends up being Wolf,Jacket,and Jiro but that’s because their actually fucking calm and don’t go insane. They all rub it into the others faces that they got to go on a stealth mission with Reader. Basically stealth mission with Reader = heaven to the heisters.

Now yeah Bonnie and Sydney taught Reader how to play poker. They also taught Reader to cheat at poker without getting caught. When they all play Poker Reader always wins because of this,also Reader’s poker face is the best because I feel like they always wear a mouth mask with different smiley faces or mouths while their eyes just look so done with idk just thought of that. Yet if it’s Bonnie,Sydney and Reader playing against each other it’s a LONG game. They all know each others techniques and habits. It takes HOURS for them to finish just one round. With those three playing any of them can win because no one is going easy,if one goes to the rest room they take their cards because they don’t trust the others. Bain often has to tell them to stop it because Reader needs sleep but Reader just brushes him off and says “trust me a few days without sleep ain’t nothing like a week without sleep. SYDNEY/BONNIE HURRY YOUR ASS!” Reader becomes so hostile and rude but determined during poker. Their silent but when they talk they are cussing or trash talking the others because they want to win.

Now the mask Bonnie and Sydney made it because Reader’s original one was just a blank with one with a smile face. They made it to Reader’s liking and added their initials very tiny on it,like it’s hidden tiny! Reader probably has a ton because everyone wanted to make them one but Reader mostly wears Bonnie and Sydney’s mask because it’s like their face in a way. It’s like how glasses feel like you’ve been born with them that’s how Reader feels with their mask. Bain made them a special one but they mostly wear that one for stealth mission. They wear the other mask it’s just mostly Bonnie and Sydney’s mask which the two girls rub it in the others faces.

[eggluttony]

How's Eggman and AU Gerald doing after becoming so fat they lounge on couches instead of walk? I bet they spend most of it teasing each other for how big they got, mess with each other's fat (cheeks, chins, bellies, tits, butts even? 🥰) and mess with each other a little placing the other's favorite snack on top of the other's belly, knowing their weight will make it difficult to reach lol💕

Those are cute funny ideas! I can definitely see them getting into playfully teasing each other after they've gained all the weight 🥰

To those uncomfortable the last time we talked about this- respectfully, you don't need to read more past here. Don't like, don't read.

You control your own experience beyond my tagging and read more. This is platonic family fun in my eyes but it's cool to not vibe with it.

Yes absolutely! There's nothing more for them to do when they're just lounging on the couch all day, fat spilling out everywhere and huge soft bellies pinning them down. All they can do is eat and enjoy their new bodies but they definitely can't help but tease each other for just how huge they let themselves become!

Sometimes Gerald pinches Ivo's cheeks to feel how chubby they've gotten and give his double chins a stroke and says "Goodness son, you've gotten so plump!" He has to say something about how fat Ivo looks sat next to him, from his double almost triple chin, plump cheeks, heavy sagging tits, and wide flabby soft belly.

"Oh yeah? And who was it that inspired me to start, encouraged me to pursue it, and gained tons more weight alongside me? That's right, you!" Ivo shoots back with a smirk as he grabs his grandpa's cheeks and squishes them together, then uses a finger to jiggle his double chin. Well two can play at that game!

"But the weight is clearly showing on you more, big tits." Gerald chuckles as he grabs and shakes one of his round fat titties to make his point. Ivo blushes, he didn't think his grandpa could be so cheeky and forward with teasing! He does the same to him and says "Well yours have gotten pretty big too, ha!"

In the rare times they're (struggling to) stand up and move, most often to get extra food as their robots won't bring them quite as much as their greedy bellies desire hehe, they'll tease each other for how they waddle, can't put their hands straight down by their sides and walk holding their big fat bellies instead.

They can't stand side by side at the pantry anymore, they've become too big and wide. So if one takes too long grabbing food in front, the one behind grabs the other's butt and gives it a slap or squeeze and says "Hurry up fatty, I want my food! I can't choose what to eat with this big globular thing in the way!"

The other laughs and says "Hey! I have to deal with the same when you're in front of me, just look at how huge yours is too!" and lifts it up in their hands and then drops it so it bounces, proving how thick as jiggly the other's has gotten too. "And if you eat any more out of this pantry, it's going to get even bigger!"

One will grab and jiggle the other's butt if they're taking up too much space on the couch, saying, "Shift your big butt will ya? I need more space!" The other says "If yours wasn't so big, you wouldn't need more." And it turns into them playfully slapping each other's as they stand up and try to make room for each other XD

When they're finished with a huge feast, Gerald grabs and shakes Ivo's belly and says "Finally satisfied, tubby boy?" and is surprised by how hefty and engorged with food and fat it is. Ivo says, "well have you?" and pats and squishes Gerald's huge belly too, amused by how much his hand sinks into his thick soft fat.

They also poke fun at each other for their heavy breathing and panting while trying to get around and the impact their huge weights have on their mobility. They're both so much lazier and slower now and are constantly huffing and panting. A lot of days it's easier to just lounge and let robots do all the work

When Ivo is easily worn out, Gerald laughs "Is that really such a challenge to be getting so winded?" Ivo gets defensive "Bold words when you can barely move either!" Gerald says "But my older age plays a part too, you're the one who can hardly move without age factoring in quite as much, you're huge!"

Gerald puts his favorite snack on Ivo's belly to prove his point. Ivo really wants it despite all he's eaten already but he's much too fat and full to reach forward and pick it up. Not even his long arms can reach around his huge belly to pick it up, he's panting and huffing and getting hot and flustered from overexertion.

Gerald teases him for his struggle, saying "I told you so!" It's amusing to see Ivo have such a hard time with it with his massive belly spilling out so far in front of him. Gerald has to finally help him after watching him helplessly wiggle his arms for a little while until he's exhausted and red-faced from so much effort hehe

"Oh yeah, I can do the same to you!" Ivo says as he places a snack on his too. Gerald does struggle with his also enormous belly but manages to come quite a bit closer than Ivo! They both have huge hefty bellies but Ivo's is on another level, with 80 lbs more pounds of fat piling on his thick fat jiggly body!

Gerald says he can tease him back as much as he wants but it's undeniable that title of biggest, fattest, and heaviest in the Robotnik family belongs to Ivo. Ivo says "Yeah well you're the one who inspired me and got so much bigger with me too." Gerald says "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" Ivo has to smile and agree!

They enjoy the fun teasing and banter a lot, as embarrassed as both can get when they really lay it on thick. They have a lot of precious bonding experiences in embracing their new lives as enormous greedy fatties together! 💜

[tact-and-impulse]

Shinkane Week 2022 Day 2

This is in honor of me not having to work nights for a while, lol. Set before the Spooky Boogie case, if you’re curious! Thanks for the “diligence” prompt, @shinkaneweek!

Third Shift

Akane tapped at her compact, switching to the holo of her work uniform. Her real outfit wasn’t that unprofessional, but still more relaxed than her usual. Karanomori and Kunizuka had recommended as much, saying third shift was much easier if she was comfortable.

She looked ahead to the familiar path to the tower, illuminating the way now that night had fallen. Her steps echoed in the corridors, and in the workroom, the lights were on. Her only coworker for the next eight hours was already there – where else could he possibly go? – and he was staring at his computer with a focused intensity. His side profile was impassive, no trace of the fierce hunter she’d witnessed only a week ago.

Despite his words of affirmation to her, she still couldn’t figure him out yet.

“Good evening, Kougami-san.” She greeted.

“Inspector.” He swiveled to face her, the screen blocked behind him. “We’re on until seven. Gino said you’ve never worked overnight?”

“No, I haven’t. How is it?”

He shrugged. “You endure. Respond to alerts, but they’re not frequent. Catch up on the day’s work, and rest when you can.”

“I see. Is that what everyone does?”

“Everyone except Kagari. He games until three in the morning, then passes out and wakes up at six to do everything at the last minute.” Nevertheless, this was relayed with amusement and his smile then turned to her. “I have a feeling you won’t do the same.”

“Well, we’re still on the clock…” She trailed off, embarrassment settling upon her. Was she being too rigid? “Um, where do we sleep?”

The question caught him off guard, because he blinked in surprise and suddenly averted eye contact. “…here, or the meditation lounge. Let me know what you prefer, and I’ll take the other place.” He returned to his computer, and she hurried to her own.

She typed her login info and fervently watched her monitor. It was going to be a long night.

***

It was actually easy to lose herself in work. Her inbox was full of tasks: reports to write, necessary edits, data checks, the occasional survey. Each completion was accompanied with a little rush of satisfaction, enough to buoy her through the next item. And when midnight was signaled by a soft chime, she stretched her arms above her head.

“Sounds like it’s time for a break.” Kougami stood, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Midnight snack. Do you want to come to the cafeteria?”

“Sure. I’m at a good stopping place, only five more to go.”

He raised his eyebrows at that, holding the door open for her. “You’ll be done early.”

“I was going to work on pending tasks, the ones that won’t be active until next week. I might as well get a head start on them.”

“You should teach the others a thing or two about efficiency.”

“Not you?”

“I always settle my business.” He said with finality, jamming a thumb against the elevator button. “But you have an admirable work ethic, and as a detective, it’ll pay off.”

As a detective. It was a distant image, a more confident woman who knew to make the right calls and judgment. But compared to her first day, it wasn’t as intimidating of a possibility. Slowly yet surely, she was getting there.

The cafeteria was eerily empty with just the idle drones, so she bought a single bottle of lemon tea and a cream bun. Kougami impatiently waited for his burger combo and agreed on eating in the workroom. Akane caught a glimpse of his screen, the black window of a video that had finished playing. She was curious but didn’t bring it up, plunging into her inbox once more.

By two, her eyelids started to falter. An uncontrollable shiver overcame her. Oh. So this was the grueling part of third shift. She blearily looked to Kougami, who was still typing. His gaze slid to her.

“If you’re tired, you should log off.” He said.

However, that meant either of them had to leave, and the vacant unlit hallway made her inexplicably nervous. She hedged. “I’ll rest my eyes.” And she really did try.

***

It didn’t last. The clanging of the alarm was so loud, Akane could feel it in her teeth. A noise escaped her, a half-scream of panic. “What’s going on?!”

“Psycho-Hazard.” Kougami was pulling on his fur-lined jacket. “Damn it. Why does something always happen at four in the morning?”

They stumbled out to the garage, boarding the paddy wagon. The ride was thankfully short; she would have fallen asleep if the teenagers had been any further away. A petty dispute had unfolded, messy romantic drama between three members of the group. It took multiple attempts with the Komissa mascots plus Kougami’s threatening lift of the Dominator, before they agreed to go to mental care without fuss.

And Akane had to write the report.

However, Kougami offered. “I can help with the sections that are duplicated in the Enforcer version. I’ll write them up and send the info.”

Then, it was silent except for the keys under their fingertips. She was making typing errors, which was embarrassing. Somehow, she powered through. Not her best, but all of the information was there in some way. She duplicated the text Kougami provided, and he rolled his chair towards hers.

“Let me read it over.” He was fast yet thorough, pointing out a clarification here and there. He must have read many Inspector reports, to be this experienced. Their sleeves were touching; she dimly noticed how his forearm was solidly muscled. At last, he nodded. “It looks great.”

“Thank you, Kougami-san. I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiled, delirious with relief.

“You did most of the work, Inspector.” But his expression was approving, and he clapped her shoulder before rolling away. “You should sleep some more.”

“Okay.” Too exhausted to move any further, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She was anticipating his departing footsteps but they never came.

He’s staying here, I guess. That’s nice-

***

“Tsunemori.”

Akane jolted. “Huh?” Her mouth was dry, and she hastily sat up. Kougami’s hand slipped off her shoulder, which quickly cooled.

“It’s the end of our shift. You can rest at home.”

“O-oh. Okay. Did you need anything else, Kougami-san?” Her eyes felt swollen, and she rubbed them vigorously.

“No, I’m fine, about to head out. Good work, Inspector.” His voice was very low. This close, he smelled like cigarette smoke and coffee. Was he planning to continue working…and why?

But she could think about it when she was fully awake. Traveling to her apartment was a haze, and she didn’t even bother activating Candy for once. Instead, she collapsed on her bed and sank into warm dreamless sleep.

In the future, she wouldn’t mind working third shift again, if it was with him.

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

16, 30, and 75??

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Okay, so I have the final chapter of Gravity Well vibrating in my head and the entire rest of The Stars screaming at me to fucking get on with it already, but I also have a Mummy AU that I talked about before, and then a very little mostly visual idea I chatted about with one of my mutuals where Anakin is MENA and Padme is Mongolian. In a more interesting timeline....

There's also a little seed of an idea for a one-shot sequel to Sweater Weather where Din and Grogu meets Luke's family and that would end with Din half-joking about taking Luke to Mandalore, but I don't know if anything will come of that. Guess we'll see when actual sweater weather swings around my neck of the woods again.

30. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished?

I used to post WIPs and they weren't all that edited either, but I had a few formative experiences that made me go the "don't post until polished" route. One was readers at FFN getting fuck-off angry that I took down a Transformers WIP because I was going to rewrite and polish the story. I never posted it back up. I'm so mad I didn't because now the only copies I have left of that fic are oooooooooold word docs and text files, and they're incomplete. Another was just... the sheer number of abandoned WIPs because I didn't plot well and wrote myself into walls. It was really discouraging and I got used to expecting myself to fail whenever I started a longfic. Then I really got into the habit of participating in NaNo every year, and the NaNo method of writing balls to the wall, like you're running out of time, until you hit the end of Nov. 30th. really changed the game for me. Like, oh, I should just writewritewrite until I reach the end, and now I have all this time to go back and see what I can cut out, what I can add, what I can do to put out a finished product.

I think the finest exampe and experience I had with that method was The Storm. It was originally a lot shorter because I was in such a hurry to finish this story that wouldn't leave my ass alone and I really wanted to get the fic out there while the dinluke ship and fandom were starting to take off, but when I was going over what I wrote, I realized that the story was missing time and I needed to create more time for these characters to sit in their heads, listening to the rain and to each other, and to get to know each other better. So I wrote in enough scenes to add a new chapter and create a story with a much better tempo and pace, and that story gave me a massive fic series for the ship. What the fuck.

75. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

Umm.... not sure which fic we're talking about here. But like, just assume that either all the scenes in the chapter after the story's climax or all the scenes in the last chapter of a story take the longest to write. They always do. Coming down from the high of a story's climax (lol) or tying up every loose thread that needs tying up to finish a story is just insanely hard to do. I'm trying to wrap up Gravity Well right now AND I AM STRUGGLING. I've also been working tons of overtime while living in an environment where I can't ever relax, so it's a struggle and a fight to write everything down and feel satisfied.

Play ask games, win ask prizes!

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough: Alfira, Karlach, and companion approvals.

(Major dark urge spoilers)

The game is forcing me to get going and move forward now - there’s nothing left for me to do in this area, and it seems that crossing the bridge towards the Blighted Village, or going farther north into the forest, are what triggers the dark urge Alfira camp scene. I was forced to finally do it.

Tav had so much fun with Alfira, it was such a touching scene with her back in the grove. Being a bard doesn’t give you the option to learn how to play musical instruments from her, but what you can do instead is do a duet with her and help her finish her song. Very moving. I loved it. The Weeping Dawn is a beautiful song. My tav has been making such good friends with the tieflings, I’ve really enjoyed the grove SO MUCH, I feel so protective towards the tieflings and I want to help them get safely to Baldur’s Gate. And then this happens. Tav is absolutely inconsolable to be responsible for such senseless and brutal murder, and to have hurt the people he only wanted to protect. We won’t be going back to the grove for a little while… Tav is going to explore the forest for a bit, he is too ashamed to show his face back there right now.

Apparently there’s tricks you can do to stop Alfira from coming to your camp, for instance knocking her out before doing the rest will trigger a different NPC coming, apparently. But like. In game, why would your Tav just randomly knock her out? If you don’t want the dark urge stuff to happen, why play dark urge then?

I knew this scene existed, but I was confused. The youtube cutscene I watched had that funny dragonborn bard showing up at camp instead. Apparently she’s the one who shows up if Alfira is not available. I was not aware though, I was ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED to learn, it is Alfira who normally shows up. Ugh! I’m so sad! I got so attached to the tieflings, how awful, how awful it was. Now my campsite has this horrible shameful stain that won’t go away. I wonder if it will stay there the entire game as a constant reminder of how badly Tav fucked up.

It was a very somber camp chat after that. Gale in particular had some very cutting words. Which I deserved. RIP Alfira. I saved a little tab so I can go back anytime I want to play a duet with her.

Funnily enough, Astarion is almost at 40 approval right now and it’s going to trigger his first romance scene very quickly here. (who says he’s hard to romance? I actually find myself wishing it was going a little slower. I’m having a much worse time impressing Shadowheart right now. You don’t HAVE to do all the bad shit that he thinks is funny to do) It’s funny. Almost immediately after it’s apparent I’ve brutally murdered someone for unclear reasons, Astarion is throwing himself at me. I see it as: when tav is revealed to possibly be extremely dangerous, Astarion figures it’s time to hurry up and ally himself with the biggest bad in the room to save his own skin, kind of thing.

(I also triggered Gale’s first romance cut scene, which I totally didn’t realize at first was a romance scene - I can see how people got trapped in, lol. After an update they apparently added in some more dialogue options though and I think I picked a route that is, I like you just fine Gale but not in That Way, maybe, and we can still be good friends. Gale seems so friendly and chatty at first, but really, he gives away less personal details about himself than anyone else in camp. He feels at first like just a generic wizard dude with an unfortunate need to snack on my magic items, but he’s got just as much of a sad story as any of them, and it takes some effort to learn about it)

Lastly, I’ve finally gotten Karlach, so my main team is now complete. She’s amazing. I love her. It’s a bit stressful having so may awesome companions when I can only walk around with three of them at a time. Every single one is such an interesting character with an interesting story. …however…. My approval with Wyll suddenly shot up to an insane amount. I wasn’t really keeping an eye on but, but before getting Karlach, I was in the low 20s I think, and now suddenly, after all the cutscenes are said and done, I’m at 69. (nice) I guess getting Karlach bumped me up to the 40s, which I guess is what triggered his Mizora scene, which bumped me up another 20. So yeah, Wyll is now suddenly my bestest friend in the whole entire world. He’s an interesting character. Seems at first like a generic swashbuckling hero, but things aren’t what they seem at all, just like all of them.

Coming up next: I think I’m going to be forced to chat with Raphael very soon.

[hyuckmov]

haechan — fallingforyou

bestfriend!haechan x reader, (feat. best friend mark, mentions of yeri) 5k, unrequited love angst for the most part, a bit of fluff, a happy ending this time, christmas and new years eve season vibes a/n: this is loosely based on 'fallingforyou' by the 1975 because...'i don't wanna be your friend/i wanna kiss your neck' but also hopefully its a little more than that...this goes out to all of you who've been in love with your best friend :) i'm scared there's more mark than haechan in this LOL also for someone who doesn't write long prose 5k is a little amazing for me </3 lmk if you like it thru my asks!

1 dec

you were only having this conversation with mark because haechan couldn’t make it for movie night. 

movie nights without haechan were a quiet affair. with no one clamoring over which movie to put on and insisting on playing a series of games to decide, with no arguments over snacks or blankets or which lights to turn off, you and mark sat down and easily picked a movie from the watch-list. things were peaceful. until mark decided to bring up a topic you had sincerely hoped he wouldn’t. 

“hey, i have to ask…” he sat up from where he was slumped on the couch. not paying him much attention, you nodded so he knew you were listening. “have you really never had feelings for haechan?” 

turning over to look at him, you groaned. “mark we’ve been through this…” 

he slid off the couch and joined you on the floor, pressing pause on the movie so there was silence instead. “give me your honest answer.” 

you truly, genuinely, hated whenever he brought this up. you hated whenever anyone would ask whether you and haechan were dating, or if he had a crush on you, or any other variation of how are you only friends? truthfully, you hate it because whenever someone asks, you imagine it for a split second: it puts feelings and images in your head that are difficult to forget, and before you know it you can’t act normal around your best friend for about the next two weeks. 

but then you embarrass yourself: you linger too long on his hands over the popcorn, you stare a little too much when he’s across the table during dinner, and haechan notices. he laughs in your face, and that makes you drop any other feelings you have settling in your stomach. business as usual. lather rinse repeat. 

mark is still looking at you, his wide eyes telling you he really wants to talk it out this time. mark is a big believer in having all your feelings out, and in ‘open communication’. you’re surprised that it’s been 4 months since he brought up the issue. 

“mark, just tell me what you want to say.” 

“okay.” he pauses, and you can see him lay out his line of reasoning in his head. “what would you do if haechan told you he had a big project due and he was stuck at the library working on it?” 

“i would go over there and help him.” you say, without thinking much about it. “i did that, actually. literally last week.” 

“okay, cool, you’re a good friend.” mark takes a breath, “what would you do if haechan told you, that right now at this very moment, he really wanted to eat ramen.” 

you raised your eyebrows because that wasn’t out of character for haechan at all. “go over there with ramen in a pot.” 

mark nods, but he’s just warming up. “it’s midnight right now, in case you were wondering. it’s also raining outside, but i’ll move on. how many times have you helped haechan just over this past week?” 

you’re beginning to catch on to what he’s implying. “we’re friends. that’s what good, loyal, friends do. we help each other out!” 

“i’m not finished.” 

“well, hurry up with your point and less with the hypotheticals.” you turn back to the tv, and you are about to press play on the movie when mark asks- 

“do you say i love you to each other?” 

your reply of ‘yes” sticks in your throat. yes you do. frequently. but its a throwaway comment, its how you end phonecalls, its what you say before you step out of the door. neither of you mean it. do you? “we don’t mean it.” you settle on your answer. 

“he might not mean it.” mark sighs. “think about it y/n. you’ve blown off dates with people who were interested in you just because haechan wanted to hang out. you’re with him almost every second of every day. you would drop everything just to do something he asked. you don’t do that for me, that’s for certain.” you open your mouth to protest, and he quickly adds “not that i mind. i know we’re good friends. i’m just saying.” 

“what are you saying?” 

mark takes a deep breath. “you treat haechan like your boyfriend.” 

the words settle in your brain for a second. you want to say you don’t, but you think a little deeper. if you and haechan were in a relationship, what would you do differently? where would things change? we would be kissing you think. then, fuck. why am i thinking about kissing haechan? then, if this is love, then yes i’m in love with him.

but mark hasn’t finished his thought. “you think of haechan as your boyfriend, you act like you’re his girlfriend, and i’m only bringing this up today because…” 

“he doesn’t.” your eyes meet mark’s, and in that second, the both of you understand each other far better than can be put into words. 

10 dec

you really hate that mark brought it up. and this time, it feels a bit different than before, because mark has really made some points. do you act like you’re his girlfriend? should you stop? should you scale back? it would be horrible if you just wasted all this apparent girlfriend-isms on your best friend. 

“is something wrong today?” you’re having your weekly lunches with haechan at the cafe near the library, and he’s sitting across from you, and everything is normal: you’re at your regular seat, with your regular choice of lunch in front of you, and haechan is telling you about some way mark messed up the microwave last night. but also everything isn’t normal, because you’re back in the depths of pondering your relationship with haechan, and suddenly you’re wondering if this could be a date in some other universe. 

“nothing’s wrong.” you poke at your food. “so are you getting a new microwave?” 

“y/n i’m serious. did something happen? you’re being really…” he squints his eyes as he examines you closely, and somehow this makes your cheeks feel warm. you can’t look at him in the eyes. “you’re just…you keep not looking at me. why aren’t you looking at me? do you know something?” 

“know what?” suddenly, you’re attentive: know something? your mind is going wild with all the possibilities, because it’s beginning to sound like…

does he like you and he’s afraid you found out? 

“nothing” he says, far too quickly, and it makes your heart beat a little faster. 

“what are you keeping from me?” now you’re on the offensive, and you watch haechan duck his head to avoid your gaze. 

“i’ll tell you when i’m ready”, he mumbles and checks his phone for the time. “fuck. i have to go for class now.” 

“okay!” you’re a little breathless from all the thinking. an awkward kind of silence fills the space as he puts things into his bag, determinedly not looking in your direction. impulsively, you add, “you can tell me anything, you know that right?” 

“i know that. i guess i’m just…” he shoulders one of the straps on his backpack, and pauses to look at you. “i’m just scared of what might happen.” 

you’re hoping against hope. maybe this time things will be different. “i’ll wait. things will be okay, i’m sure of it.” 

“okay.” he smiles and stands up to go. and before you can lose your nerve, you say, as quickly and hopefully easily as you can: 

“loveyoubye!” 

he turns and his face breaks out into a wide smile. “bye y/n. love you. see you later.” 

maybe you do act like he’s yours. but maybe mark was wrong, because sometimes you think he acts like you’re his too. 

17 dec

it’s been a week, and whatever it was, you’re wondering if that moment in a cafe was completely hallucinated. 

haechan doesn’t bring up whatever he was keeping from you. you don’t want to push him, because good things take time, don’t they? you ask mark if he has any idea what it’s about, but apart from telling you not to get your hopes up, he doesn’t have a clue either. you think you could maybe go on living like this: delusional over the fact that your best friend might like you. ready at any moment to return the feelings but ready at any moment to also pretend like nothing ever happened. 

except maybe you couldn’t, because this whole situation has made the i love yous ever more painful. 

after the next movie night, when you’re about to head to your own flat, you stand around, putting on your shoes and taking them off again while haechan busies himself in his kitchen. mark had already left, leaving you one last skeptical look before he headed out. you want to tell haechan you love him, just to hear him say it back — but every time gets a bit harder because it means something a little realer. “haechan!” 

“yeah?” he walks out, still holding a plate. “get home safe y/n. text me when you get back.” 

“okay, goodnight.” you walk out of the door, and as casually as you can: “love you.” 

“mmhm. love you too.” haechan’s already gone when you turn back. 

as the days turn colder, december seeping into christmas in all its stories of love in the winter and warm fireplaces, it becomes a mini game for you: how many times could you get haechan to say he loved you, just to hear it? ending each phone call with love yous, that you just manage not to stumble over. facetiming at night, and waiting to say it but not getting a chance to as he falls asleep. in the library before haechan’s class, you take too long deciding how you should say it: i love you, or just love you! bye, love you! or love you bye! and haechan has already left, with a wave. 

you say it to his face once: as he’s adjusting the hood on your sweater for you before you leave the restaurant, and his face is so close to yours that you can count his eyelashes. and its so endearing, how his eyes crinkle into a smile, his hands brushing the hair out of your eyes, as he says it back. 

each time he does say it, you let it warm you from the inside out. you let yourself imagine that he means it, and it’s enough for you, just for now. 

20 dec

so your guard is truly down when he shows up to dinner at your apartment. you made kimchi jjigae, haechan’s favorite, and mark had come over too. the plates were cleared, but all of you lingered around the dining table for a while, talking quietly about little things, enjoying the warmth of the living room even as it gets colder and colder outside. 

haechan is a little tipsy from the soju mark brought over. his cheeks are dusted with red, and he’s becoming increasingly touchy: his hands playing with your fingers and his head gently tilted to rest against yours. you like it a little too much, and you could get used to it. you wonder if he’ll tell you he loves you today. 

“mark. y/n.” he swallows. “i asked yeri out today.” 

and just like that, the delusion from the past month, the confidence you’ve gained from knowing your feelings and imagining that maybe he returned them, all your i love yous and all of his, begin to feel like a cruel joke. 

mark is looking at you. carefully, he says, “that’s great haechan. i didn’t know you liked her.” 

haechan smiles: you can feel it against your shoulder. “me neither.” still playing with your fingers, “i think one day, i was sitting next to her in class, and i realised.” 

you think you’ve stopped breathing. normally, your silence would have been suspicious, and he should have noticed: should have turned to you, squinting, trying to figure out your opinion. but clearly you’re the last thing on his mind. “that’s so sweet. what did she say?” you try to sound excited, and you push him off of you like you can’t wait to hear the rest of the story, but really you just want to be away. 

“she said yes.” haechan laughs a little at that, and he’s so happy. “we’re going to the christmas party together. and the new years eve party.” 

mark laughs too, but his eyes never leave your face. “will you she be your new year’s kiss?” 

haechan’s eyes widen. “dude i didn’t even think about that. sure.” he leans back, and looks up at the ceiling and you know he’s thinking about her. you’re not thinking of anything.

later, as you’re both cleaning up the kitchen, haechan stops you gently with a hand on your wrist. he seems to have sobered a little, because the cloudy look in his eyes are gone. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i was really scared i would make a big deal out of it if i told you and mark, only to get rejected.” he smiles a little. 

you nod a little, not sure how to respond. but then he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, and he takes your hands in his. “are you mad at me? i’m really sorry. i promise i’ll never keep anything from you again. i love you, and y-you’re my best friend.” 

and instantly, you want to hold on to him so badly that you don’t want to do anything that might drive him away. 

“i’m not mad at you.” and because you’re just a little selfish, you pull him in for a hug. just one last one, before everything changes. “i’m really really happy for you haechan.” and just because you’re such a good friend, the one who puts him before you always, you add as you pull away: “we should probably stop saying i love you. yeri might get the wrong idea.” 

he laughs a little. “you’re right. thanks y/n.” 

x

it’s a mark of how good a friend mark is that he walks haechan to the crosswalk before saying he left something at your place, and doubles back. 

when you swing open the door, the first thing he says is “i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t know anything. it just happened.” and it’s that which makes it real, and makes you start to cry. he spends the rest of the night patting at your hair as you mess up his hoodie with your tears, his “i knows” punctuating your incoherent rants about how it should be you. because it should be you, but also there’s no reason for it to be, at all. and there’s nothing you can do. 

25 dec

mark solemnly promises he will watch over you for the whole christmas party. “just in case you get drunk and try to ruin yourself, or them.” he says. you tell him you don’t need someone watching you, and tell him to enjoy his christmas night, but he waves you off and slings an arm around your shoulder, for which you are grateful. it’s mostly been you and him this past week, haechan often busy with a date or another activity, and you’re a little grateful for that because seeing him in the flesh makes it hurt far more than all the hypothesizing you do in your head. 

it’s only 2 hours into the party, more people trickling in by the hour, and already he’s started a game with you where you point out possible people for you to go out with. both he and you know you would never make a move, as evidenced from what happened between you and the person we are pretending is not holding hands with his maybe girlfriend right now. but it’s fun to hypothesise. 

“he looks nice.” mark points at a boy you recognise as jaemin, who’s inspecting the back of your television.

“maybe.” you tilt your head, thinking about it. “he has a nice smile. oh and he helped me with calculus the other day — that was really nice of him.” 

“so you know him!” mark beams at you. “you should ask him what he’s doing with your tv.” 

“ask who what?” and the little bubble you’ve been sitting with mark in for the night is suddenly gone, because haechan has wandered over to the two of you, yeri following behind and smiling widely. he’s wearing a red striped sweater, the one that you picked out for him, and it looks so good that you curse a little internally.

“y/n was thinking of asking jaemin out.” mark says, swiftly. his arm tightens around your shoulder, encouraging you to stay calm. 

haechan looks taken aback. “you’ve never mentioned jaemin to me.” 

“i don’t have to tell you everything. you certainly don’t.” it’s a little mean, and not at all how you would speak with him usually but the way his fingers are interlaced with yeri’s is making you feel jumpy and annoyed. mark is giving you wide eyes, but he tries to pass it off with a laugh. 

“sorry. she’s just mean because she’s drunk.” you haven’t had a sip of alcohol the entire night, but you play along, and try to avoid haechan’s eyes. 

“sorry.” you mumble. haechan is still looking at you suspiciously, but yeri presses herself into his side and his expression clears. 

“yeri wanted to say thank you for hosting the party.” he smiles at her, like there’s something the two of them share. you think you’re going to be sick, but mark has been answering for you far too much. 

“thank you for coming. hope you had fun!” you smile as graciously as you can, but you tug on mark’s jacket with your other hand. “sorry, excuse us, we want to go say hi to jaemin for a bit.” 

mark helps you hop off the kitchen counter, steadying you with an arm as you look around the room for ‘jaemin’. the entire time, haechan watches, not sure why he can’t stop noticing how the two of you are acting, and how this is the first time he’s really seen the two of you so close. he wonders when you’ve ever been this comfortable linking arms with mark, or putting your head on his shoulder, and why hadn’t he noticed before? 

“wait-” he blurts out. you look at him questioningly. “be careful.” 

irritated at him, for making you talk to him and look at him like this, you respond “what?” a little too aggressively. you really can’t control it today. 

“with jaemin.” if you were still delusional, which you are trying very hard not to be, you would almost say it was as if he was making up what to say as he was saying it. “i heard he’s really rude. and not nice to date. at all.” 

you raise your eyebrows, because you know that anyone who’s met jaemin would never say that about him. “sure haechan. merry christmas.” 

and just like that, you leave him and yeri in the kitchen, mark guiding you through the crowd easily. jaemin is nowhere to be seen, so the both of you go to your bedroom, where you spend the rest of the night, mark valiantly trying to cheer you up by playing christmas songs for you on the guitar. 

and if haechan slipped away from the party to stand outside your bedroom, listening to you laughing and requesting mark do the high note from all i want for christmas is you again, you were none the wiser. 

but all you did know, was that when you and mark came out of the bedroom to kick everyone out of your apartment, haechan and yeri were kissing under the mistletoe, his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hands cupping his cheeks. you cheer loudly along with everyone else, and give him an aggressive thumbs up when he looks over at you and mark. you’re beginning to think you want to spend new years eve alone. 

31 dec

you were only having this conversation with haechan because the both of you were stuck, in your car, on the way to a new years eve party you swore you didn’t want to go to, because mark couldn’t make it. 

over the phone, he was really sorry. “i had no idea, but i have a family dinner tonight that i can’t get out of it. i’m really sorry y/n. don’t go to the party if you don’t want to.” 

“of course i don’t want to.” spending new year’s eve alone was bad, but it would be worse if you had to watch yeri and haechan kiss to seal their love forevermore as the clock struck midnight. “i’ll watch a good movie, and go to sleep. i might not even stay up for it. it’s just another night.” 

but that didn’t happen. haechan showed up at your door, breathless and panicked. his car broke down, and he had to go to the new years eve party to meet yeri, so could he please please please borrow your car? and could you please please please come with him, because he didn’t want to drive over alone? as you handed him your keys, seated in the passenger’s seat, in last year’s new year’s eve dress and mark’s huge hoodie over it, the words “you would drop everything just to do something he asked” rang in your head. 

would you go to a new years eve party if he asked, one that you weren’t planning on going to, in the middle of the night, even if you knew it would likely bring you immense pain? yes apparently, you would. apparently, you still treated him like your boyfriend when he was about to be someone else’s. 

haechan keeps looking over at you. how do you look so pretty, in the middle of the night, just getting ready for bed? and why are you wearing mark’s hoodie? “i’m really sorry for making you go out like this.” 

you wave him off. “it’s fine.” softer, “you know i’d do anything for you.” 

cars moved slowly around you, and their tail lights shone in a bright red lane all the way down busy highway. very soon, the car was barely moving. the two of you sitting there, stuck, as the clock on the dashboard blinked 11:40. running his hands on the top of the steering wheel, haechan spoke up first. “when did you get so close to mark?” 

“huh?” you’re genuinely confused. “why would you say that.” 

“you’ve just been a lot closer with him recently.” 

“we’ve always been friends.” you don’t want to say anything too cutting, anything that would make the silence in the car too heavy, but there is no other way to put it. “you’ve been busy.” with yeri hangs unspoken in the air — but its true. and you don’t even blame them. if haechan was your boyfriend, you would want to spend every second of the christmas season with him. “mark has just…been there.” 

haechan doesn’t reply to that. the car inches slowly forward. the song that plays from your phone is slow and deep, and when you look at the lights on his face, his eyes unfocused on the road you realise you just want to reach across the seat and wrap your arms around him. 

you think of skipping the song or switching to a christmas radio station, but you can’t bring yourself to ruin it. 

“y/n i.” haechan finally takes a deep breath. “i don’t know if its selfish of me, but i just feel like i’ve been losing you and i don’t know how to be back in your life in the way that we were.” 

the way we were. “haechan, i don’t think the way we were…was very good for us.” 

“what do you mean?” haechan turns, and looks at you. halfheartedly, you point to the road ahead, but the cars aren’t moving, and his eyes are focused on you. 

“have you ever really thought about what we were to each other?” you blame the lights. you blame the song. and you blame the fact that the clock reads 11:49, and you just want to be honest, maybe just for once in this cursed holiday season. “haechan, my life revolved around you. you were everything to me. and all i needed at the end of the day was just, you smiling at me, or you telling me you…” you can’t finish the sentence. you won’t. 

his heart snags on the were. the was. “i didn’t realize.” 

“well it did. and now you’re unhappy because i’m not just waiting for you to reply to my messages, or pick up my calls, because i’m spending time with mark now.” you are picking the entirely wrong fight. the whole argument is wrong, and you know it, but you look stubbornly out at the window. this confrontation was not going to turn into a confession, not when you were both on the way to literally help him kiss someone else. 

“i’m not unhappy.” haechan says, slowly. “i just…” the car behind you honks, and he hurriedly moves the car forward, but soon stops again. traffic on new years eve was impossible. “i lied that day.” you look over at him, unsure what he was talking about. “i didn’t ask yeri out. she asked me out.” 

you take a moment to process this, but it doesn’t really change anything. “okay.”

“and, i guess i never really thought about her that way before. but she just asked, and suddenly i realised that maybe i did like her. it’s weird, it kind of felt like after she asked me out all of our casual conversations in class just took on a different meaning. i’d never even really thought about her that way before, and suddenly it made sense.” 

why was he telling you this ?! you think love truly brings out the worst in people, because you wanted to jump out of the car instantly. you had to be happy for him, and there was no mark to act as a buffer. you’re about to say something, when he continues on. 

“i told you and mark that night because i waited for you to ask me why i really liked her. or really just, i don’t know, help me figure out exactly how i felt about her.” he ran his hand through his hair. “but i guess you just didn’t say anything and i just kind of went with it.” 

“well…” you try to disengage yourself from the situation. it sounded like haechan really valued your opinion, as a friend, and you hadn’t been there for him. “sorry. i guess it just took us by surprise.” you cringe as you realise that by speaking on mark’s behalf, it really did seem as if you were leaving haechan out. “took me by surprise, i mean. well, do you like her?” 

he laughs a little at that. “it’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?” 

“it’s never too late to rethink how you feel about someone.” you say, quietly. 

haechan looks over at you, and it’s his gaze: as if he’s looking for the answer in your eyes, that makes you look away. you glance at the clock, and suddenly you freeze. 11:58. you scramble to put on the radio. “fuck, haechan we’re not gonna make it.” 

“y/n-” 

“you should call yeri and tell her you’re going to be late. she’ll be really mad if you don’t show up. she must be really worried-” 

“y/n, please listen to me.” he takes both hands off the wheel, reaches out and holds your face in his hands. the radio announcer has just flickered on: the countdown has started. “i’m just going to say it. that day in the cafe: i was afraid you knew something. actually, i was afraid you realized that i liked you. every day, i would wait for you to say i love you, because i wanted to have a reason to say it, even if it was to say it back. i thought about how much you cared about me and i thought if i thought about you less, if i payed attention to other people, if i let more people into my life, it would be easier just being your friend." 

‘5!’

“but it’s not.” 

‘4!’

“it didn’t get easier, and i just miss you-”

‘3!’

“-every day because i think-” 

‘2!’

“i really think that…” 

‘1!’ 

and he doesn’t even bother finishing his sentence. he leans in, and kisses you. your head is wiped of everything he just said. you don’t think of yeri, you don’t think of mark, you don’t think about the afternoon at the cafe or that moment you saw under the mistletoe. you’re wrapped up in him, in the smell of his perfume. the graze of his fingertips against your cheek. and you reach out over the console, and wrap your arms around his waist like you always wanted to. 

when you break apart, the radio announcer wishing everyone a happy new year, he mumbles. “didn’t get to finish my confession.” 

you laugh and lean forward, to kiss him again. the cars on the road had all stopped, and you think that maybe the whole universe has been waiting for this moment. “i’ll do it for you. i think i really like you haechan. i think i love you.” 

and you think maybe it’s not so cruel, to sit with your best friend, who you are in love with, and who loves you back, the kiss still buzzing on your lips, as you watch the fireworks in the sky, the voice on the radio singing in the new year.

[kyojurokoibito]

"You Do Love Me...Right?"

Pairing(s): zenitsu agatsuma x tsundere!reader

Genre: angst->fluff

Synopsis: after countless rejections, zenitsu is ecstatic when you finally accepted his confession, even if you told him he had to wait in order to marry you. your're dating, but it doesn't really feel like it. you do love him...right?

Warning(s): crying zenitsu :( quick glimpse of soft!sanemi if you squint, not proof read 0_0

Kao's Notes: i know i have quite a few requests, and i haven't forgotten them! i just had this idea and i wanted to see how it'd go, but idk how i feel about it yet. i also wanted to write for someone other than rengoku for rn lol. also, this one feels kinda long to me, soooo grab a snack!

a certain level of patience is required when dating zenitsu

he's in need of constant reassurance, as his self-esteem isn't the highest by any means which we all know

you initially met each other at the spider forest incident

you're actually the tsuguko of sanemi, as you shared the same breathing technique, and he deemed you, "not a complete waste of time..."

but you felt it'd be beneficial to take on the art of medicine as well, so you could aid in both offense and defense. shinobu was more than happy to teach you, and you grew to be quite the medical asset

when giyuu and shinobu were called to the forest, kanao and yourself were called to accompany them to provide support

sanemi was inwardly hesitant to let you go, not liking the idea of his protige possibly facing a demon moon–even a lower one– this early in their slayer journey

he never did that admit it to you though, he just flopped a heavy hand onto your head and sent you on your way, muttering a gruff, "don't go dying on me to get out of training...you better come back."

later in your journey, giyuu and shinobu had gone ahead, leaving you and kanao to travel together. you didn't mind though, she didn't talk much and neither did you, so you didn't mind traveling with her. she could also hold her own

along the way, you two had split up, providing help to those in different sectors of the forest to cover more ground

after treating everyone in a portion of the forest, you moved on to another, where shinobu so happen to be, and she looked to you. "ah, good timing, y/n. would you mind finishing this boy's treatment," she stood and began on her way. "the poison's gotten awfully far. treat him quickly, will you. oh my!" she looked at zenitsu. "his face is very red! best you hurry, y/n!"

with that, shinobu sped off

wordlessly getting to work, you began to perform your quick treatment on the boy clad in yellow, bringing out a large roll of bandages from one of the many pouches you attached to your belt

"there," you continued wrapping the boy up, speaking in a monotonous yet gentle, voice. "you're going to be just fine, i can assure you."

he wanted to say much more, but in his increasingly weakening state, all zenitsu could utter was a quiet, "p-pretty..."

that definitely threw you for a loop, not that you'd let him see it. you just continued to wrap up his body, opting for a curt, "try not to talk too much...save your energy."

and that was your first encounter with the boy

after the whole incident with the master's decision to keep nezuko and her brother, tanjiro, as demon slayers, you continued your training with sanemi as usual

he was internally relieved to see your safe return, showing it with a swift smack on the head with a, "it's about time you got back," he turned on his heels, beckoning you to following him, which you did, gladly. "back to your training"

you'd been called upon to assist tanjiro with his training when you weren't too occupied with your own, alongside kanao. and you had to admit, being quite the challenge against the boy was rather entertaining

he returned day after day trying to best you in tag and hand-to-hand combat. but, your favorite was some cup of water game where you were granted the entertainment of throwing water in the boy's face if you managed to cover his hand before he could cover yours

and you beat him everytime

later, zenitsu and inosuke joined in the game-like training, and inosuke was rather good at the tag portion of it. he was eager to catch you, and he did, holding you above his head as he did so

zenitsu was a different kind of eager

he vividly remembered you from the forest, healing his wounds and treating the spreading poison from his body. you were breathtakingly beautiful in his eyes

and now, he has to catch you! actually hold you!

the game of tag was a walk in the park for him. you were quite the encouragement, in his opinion, as he was more than happy to chase after you and claim you as his prize

you, on the other hand, were dumbfounded

you weren't surprised inosuke was able to catch you. hell, you thought he'd run after anything that moved, but zenitsu's sudden devotion to you was odd

his eagerness to catch you threw you for a loop; you never had to run so fast in your life, but he still managed to reprimand you

but he didn't immediately slam you back on the ground *cough* like inosuke *cough* no, he handled you like you were the most precious thing in the world

then he went on about marriage, and that's when you pushed yourself off of him

and your relationship grew from there

he began by giving nezuko a heartfelt "break up" soliloquy, proclaiming "his heart has been captured by another." and the demon girl replied with a relieved "mmh"

zenitsu would constantly trail behind you, declaring his undying love for you, not allowing a day to go by without you hearing his marriage proposal

"why the hell would i marry you?" would always be your reply, and he'd falter a little but would always bounce back and try again the next time he saw you

as time passed, you grew inwardly fond of zenitsu, finding his unwavering admiration for you oddly adorable

he'd get water for you when he's sees you undergo a challenging training session with sanemi and gush endlessly about how strong you are

after a while, when zenitsu asked you to marry him, your responses would subtly changed

when he'd drop to his knee in front of you, loudly exclaiming "y/n! please, marry me!" your response changed to, "don't be stupid. we're way too young for that."

and zenitsu caught on to that! "so you're saying, in the future, when we're older, we will?!?!" you cleared your throat, rolling your eyes and walked away without providing him with a response

but he's persistent

later one night, when you're getting ready for bed, zenitsu gave you his final declaration of love for the day, asking for your hand in marriage

"zenitsu," you started in feigned annoyance, "marriage is for something years later. when we're absolutely. certain if you want us to get that far, we need to start from square one."

'us'...'we'...hang on

"AHHHHH!!! ARE YOU SAYING...Y-YOU WANNA BE WITH ME?!?!" zenitsu's yelling caused your ears to ring and you quickly shushed him, "shh, yes. now, shut up before you wake everyone up"

he's been (clingier) clingy since that night

zenitsu's love language is physical touch, and you're not too used to that just yet, so anytime he runs up to hug you, you react like you normally would

you'd push him off of you, only more gentle than usual so he wouldn't fall on the ground below

9 times out of 10, zenitsu's doesn't pay any to your tsundere tendencies and he hugs you again, as he knows you'll cave in eventually

but you never returned his hugs

and there's only so much he can take before he starts to question whether or not you actually love him

you just always seemed so...done with him

anytime he'd appear, greeting you with his usual enthusiastic hug and a kiss on the cheek, you'd hastily turn your head away, "w-warn me next time, sheesh." then you'd only reciprocate it with a flick to his forehead or something, but you wouldn't even look at him

zenitsu thought it'd eventually calm down once your relationship, if he could even call it that, grew but he's not so sure anymore

you might've bitten off more than you could chew this time. might've.

with the level of intensity that came along with sanemi's training, missions grew to feel much easier. since you shared the same breathing style as him, your forms became that much stronger. demons weren't going to stand a chance against you.

unbeknownst to sanemi, you've been working on creating an 11th form with the additional help of tomioka.

it's true, you've gotten stronger, but your current predicament confirmed the that you still have a way to go.

your bright green nichirin blade was lodged in between the sharp fangs of a demon, who you could tell was in close relations with kibutsuji based on their power.

you were pinned roughly on the ground, wincing at the many jagged rocks that pierced into your back as you struggled to free your leg from between the demon's. the muscles in your arms began to burn, the weight of the demon's body beginning to become unbearable.

once your leg was freed, you brought your knee back before fully extending it, delivering a painful kick to the demon's chest. after the demon went flying, you quickly regained control of your breathing.

you charged towards the demon, barely giving them any time to recover. before the demon could blink, you were behind them. a small 'thump' echoing in the small town as its head rolled against the concrete.

collapsing to your knees, you cursed beneath your breath as your injuries began to take effect, the adrenaline you felt during your battle wearing off. digging your blade into the dirt, you supported your weight into the hilt of the blade before pushing yourself up from the ground.

haganezuka-san would surely have your head on a platter is he witnessed you doing this to one of his precious blades, but if you hadn't, you would've continued laying in the blood-soaked dirt.

"caw! caw," you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden appearance of your faithful crow. "y/n, please make your way toward the wisteria house for recovery! shinobu's assistants will help you there!"

ignoring the loud mouth bird, you began to limp your way to the wisteria house.

"caw! caw! y/n, please make your way to–CaW!" the crow squawked, flying out of the way when you tiredly swatted at the bird in agitation.

"i heard you!"

the trek to the house felt incredibly long, your legs growing weaker with every step you took. thankfully, the nearest wisteria house wasn't too terribly far.

upon arrival, you were quick to find the nearest bath and rid yourself of the blood and dirt. wrapping the soft yukata the kind lady brought around your waist, you made your way back to your room.

sinking to your knees on the soft mat below, a soft sigh left your lips.

"zenitsu's probably worried..."

truth be told, you felt incredibly guilty.

you know zenitsu is trying his hardest to make you feel like a queen in your relationship. it nearly impossible not to see. from him serenading you with the most heartfelt monologue when you were to set off on a mission alone, to the enthusiastic praise he'd offer during training, you knew zenitsu loves you. and you love him too...

you just don't know if he knows.

relationships, being friendly or platonic, isn't your strong suit. the mere thought of becoming vulnerable with others, or putting any amount of trust in them, is terrifying.

"i love you," seemed like the most complicated phrase to say. and it was only three word! three! so why are they so hard to say?!

"nnn-channnn...."

the hell? you stopped and listened, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you. they weren't, by the way.

"y/nNnNNn-chAaAaAnAnnnnnn!"

oh zenitsu...

his footsteps and wailing grew louder as he came nearer. the door nearly slid off it's hinges at the amount of force he used to push it open.

"quit screaming," you began to scold. "others are trying to res–"

your back nearly collides with the floor as zenitsu wrapped his arms your neck, attacking you in a relief-filled hug. he wailing only increased in volume.

"y-y-your crow came back and said you were injured," you grimaced at the sound of him inhaling snot back into his nose, but let him hug you nonetheless along with a half hearted head pat. "i didn't know if you were coming back! w-w-who would protect me of you died?!"

"it's nothing to cry over, zenitsu." you gently pushed him off of you.

"w-why," he sniffles before wiping his nose on his sleeve. "why do you always do that..."

now you weren't stupid.

at some point in the relationship, you knew zenitsu would question you. you believe he is more perspective than he lets on, and you knew zenitsu noticed your lack of emotional response.

you just weren't prepared for the conversation, no matter how many times you rehearsed it in your head.

"...do what," you decided to play aloof for a while, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"that," zenitsu motioned to you. "you're just always so...emotionless all the time." you furrowed your eyebrows.

"i'm not emotionless," you subtly gripped the sleeve of your yukata. "i'm just not a sensitive person, like you."

"i know that," zenitsu's voice grew softer by the second. "but i have to wonder sometimes, y/n, you do love me...right?"

your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

although, you're not surprised either. the last thing you wanted was for zenitsu to question your love for him because, believe me, you loved him more than anything. but, with the conflicted look on his face, it was apparent that he wasn't aware of it.

you tried to show him your love in small gestures rather than words: your timid head pats, covering him with a blanket anytime he fell asleep in random places, and connection your pinkies together whenever you were assigned the same mission. you tried. you really did.

but it seems it wasn't enough.

"i see..." zenitsu took your shocked silence as an answer to his question before he picked himself up from the mat and made his way out the door.

you didn't move. you couldn't move. watching zenitsu walk out that door hurt you more than anything, and for the first time in years, your tears splashes against the wood floors below.

days after that, you were finally released from the wisteria house, and you could return to the demon slayer corps headquarters.

all you could think about was zenitsu on your way back.

you and crow would usually bicker back and forth, making the time fly much quicker. but the trip was filled with melancholy silence, as you were in no mood to talk with your spunky crow today.

luckily for you, sanemi kept you busy with training once you returned. saying something along the lines of "you've had enough time off; now hurry up and follow me to the training grounds." which you knew was a direct translation for "i never want to come that close to losing you again." that's why, you believe, you and sanemi got along so well.

you both show your true feelings through small gestures and underling messages. and you immediately picked up on it, both of you.

while sanemi kept you busy, zenitsu moped about. his newfound sadness hit tanjiro's nose like a ton of bricks, and he couldn't be more worried.

and it wasn't just from zenitsu. anytime tanjiro walked past the training grounds, where you and sanemi reside, the same sad smell entered his nose. while you were occupied and training well, you were sad too.

on the outside, it appeared you had your same stone cold expression. but on the inside, you were despondent. all you could think about was zenitsu.

"you're done for today." sanemi's gruff voice cut through the air. he sheathed his sword as he watched you pant heavily from your recent sparring loss. "i'm not gonna waste my time if your head's not in it. go figure your shit out."

without giving you a chance to retaliate, sanemi walked away from you, tossing you a towel before completely making his leave.

"y/n-chan," you were in the middle of wiping the sweat off your face when someone called your name. peaking from the cloth, you gave a nod.

"hello, tanjiro." you were considerably close with each other. tanjiro was arguably the most kind-hearted soul you've met, and he read your emotions remarkably well. and it wasn't uncommon for him to help you with them as well.

"how're you," he placed his hands behind his back, looking at you expectedly. you rolled your eyes.

"you want something," you dropped the towel around your shoulders. "what is it?"

the boy sweat dropped and scratched behind his head, "o-oh you caught that, huh? hehe..." you lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to get to the point. "well, it's...is everything okay? with you and zenitsu, i mean?"

the same sad smell hit his nose again; he got his answer.

"...n-no. it's not okay," a frown tugged at your lips, your eyes casting towards the ground. "i messed everything up, tanjiro."

tanjiro frowned at the crack in your voice; he'd never witnessed your expression change, and the fact that the first one he witnessed was sadness didn't sit well with him.

"what happened?"

"my stupid emotions," you gripped the towel, "or lack thereof. z-zenitsu doesn't think i love him, tanjiro..." tanjiro furrowed his brows.

"why not," tanjiro scratched his chin with his index finger. "i can easily tell you love him? why can't he?"

"i'm just...terrible at saying it; i've never been able to. i tried showing him, i did, b-but i guess it wasn't enough."

"y/n–"

"no, i-it's fine. this is my fault, anyways." you spun on your heels, heading towards the nearest bathhouse. "i'll see you around, tanjiro."

the young slayer was about to follow you, but he figured it'd be best to leave you be. emotions leave room for vulnerability, something he knew you weren't too keen on, so left you to gather your thoughts.

instead, he had to go talk some sense into someone else.

it didn't take long for tanjiro to find zenitsu; all he had to do was follow the depressing smell. and there he was, curled up in his room.

"zenitsu..." said boy flinched at the sudden voice.

"o-oh tanjiro," zenitsu slowly sat up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "what're you doing here?"

"well," tanjiro scratched the nape of his neck. this was a touchy subject, and he was feeling nervous about bringing it up. "i talked to y/n earlier, and–"

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

zenitsu's wailing caused tanjiro to flinch; he gulped at the yellow boy's sudden burst of tears.

"tanjiroooo," zenitsu nearly knocked the poor boy over as he went to hug him. dramatically sliding down, zenitsu dropped to his knees and continued to sob into tanjiro's stomach. "why doesn't she love me, tanjiro?! i-i was right all along! i-i-i'm just gonna DIE ALONE!"

"z-zenitsu," tanjiro frantically strarted. "please calm down. "

"CALM DOWN?!" zenitsu screamed. "i find out the woman i love doesn't love me, and you tElL mE tOo CALM DOWN?!"

"zenitsu–"

"i didn't know you were so heartless, tanjiro! HOW COULD YOU?!?!"

"z-zenitsu, please just–"

"WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

tanjiro gulped as zenitsu continued to wail loudly into his shirt, and he finally pushed zenitsu so he could look at him, grimacing as a string of snot connected from his shirt to zenitsu's nose.

"ZENITSU!"

he sniffed, "w-what?"

"she does love you."

"n-no she doesn't," zenitsu admitted in defeat. "i asked her, a-and she didn't answer me, so..." his voice grew increasingly weaker, and tanjiro sighed.

"i know she loves you zenitsu, but–"

"i-if she loves me," zenitsu cut him off. "why hasn't she told me..." he asked in defeat, and tanjiro relaxed his shoulders.

"i-it's just...not easy for her to say, but zenitsu, haven't you noticed her show her love in other ways..." tanjiro asked in a knowing tone.

"w-what," zenitsu paused to sniffle. "whaddya mean?"

"just think back for a moment, zenitsu."

zenitsu furrowed his eyebrows, thinking back.

----

"y/nnnn," zenitsu cried out in fear. "i-it's so dark out here!" you sighed.

"well, yes zenitsu, demons can only come out during the night," you responded sarcastically, pushing forward through the woods. "so, why wouldn't it be dark out?"

"y/n!" zenitsu scurried to catch up with you, as he somehow fell behind. "please don't leave me! i wouldn't last a minute out here alone!"

"c'mon," you interlocked your pinkies together, causing zenitsu's panicking to cease. "just stay close 'nitsu," your voice grew soft, eyes softening every so slightly as you kept them locked on the terrain ahead. "everything's okay."

zenitsu didn't say anything, only looking at your connected pinkies as his cheeks and the tips of his ears dusted pink, trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy.

----

zenitsu slowly stood from his kneeling position, as his mind reminded him of, yet another, declaration of love from you.

----

returning from a rather tiring mission, zenitsu couldn't wait to collapse on his comfortable bed. he'd never taken a bath so quickly in his life.

after changing from his uniform to a comfortable kimono, zenitsu collapsed into his bed. the soft mattress has never felt so comfortable.

just as he was about to doze off, zenitsu heads his door close. he didn't bother opening his eyes to see who it was, he was far too tired for that, so he remained still listening to the soft padding if feet approach him.

feeling his hair get pushed back from his forehead, zenitsu's heart nearly pounded out of his chest when he heard you.

"i'm glad you made it back, zenny," you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "rest well."

gently pulling the blanket over his shoulders, you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair. after you finished tucking him in, you quietly made your leave, carefully closing the door behind you.

zenitsu's eyes shot open, any ounce of sleep leaving him. he couldn't wipe the giddy smile off his face that night.

----

gripping his hair, zenitsu let out a panicked wail.

"AHHHHHHH!!! WHAT DID I DO?!?!"

"calm down," tanjiro spoke out. "this can be fixed. just go talk to her, and i'm sure everything will work out," tanjiro placed a soft hand on his friend's shoulder with a reassuring smile.

he didn't have tell him twice.

before tanjiro could even blink, zenitsu was out of the door and on his way to find you.

you just finished your bath after sanemi's training, and are currently seeking refuge in your own room.

"nnnNNn-chAaAaAnAAAAANNNN!!!"

your door nearly flew off it's hinges at the force zenitsu used to open it.

"zenitsu? what's wro–oof!"

arms wrapped around your waist, knocking you to the ground in a bone crushing hug.

"please forgive me, y/n-chan," he buried his face into your chest, immediately flustering you.

"i-i don't even know what you're talking," you tried nudging him off of you, but that only caused his grip to tighten.

"i doubted your love for me! i promise it'll never happen again!"

"zenitsu...you were right to question me..." your eyes cast down to the floor in a guilty manner. "i-i've never been able to say it, so i see why you'd have your doubts," zenitsu lifted his face out of your chest, resting his chin on it as he looked up at you.

"but i promise you," you finally looked up at him, and his heart nearly melted at the nervous smile you gave. "i...i really do love, zenitsu."

...

your smile fell; zenitsu didn't say a word, only stared at you. did you wait too long to say it? was it not convincing? because you do mean it.

"zenitsu, a-are–"

he tackled you to the floor again, this time, rubbing his cheek against yours before peppering it with vigorous kisses.

"hahaha," he laughed, feeling giddy. "you loveeee meee!"

you deadpanned, and playfully rolled your eyes with a scoff. well, at least he feels better now.

~3 hours later~

"y/nnnnnnn" not again.

you huffed as zenitsu cooed your name for the millionth time, "what."

"do you love meeee," he asked in a whiny/teasing tone, drawing patterns on your cheek as he did so.

"yes," you rolled your eyes. "for the millionth time," you mumbled to yourself.

zenitsu was back to his giddy, lovestruck self and began nuzzling into your side. you gave an exhausted sigh.

'this is why i didn't say it.'

[otomeomegaverse]

i’m in the mood for some angst, but i know this is a bit much so if it’s not something you’re comfortable with writing, that’s fine :) could you write headcannons of the twst dorm heads after their alpha dies? if that’s too much, you can write it so that it’s just a dream they had lol. either way, thank you! i love your blog <3

Ooh, I do love me some angst… Also thank you! You are too kind ^^

TW: Death under readmore:

Omega!Riddle:

🌹- Riddle was attempting to assist his Alpha with taking care of a rather out of control Overblot situation, using his magic and attempting to get things under control again.

🌹- He had turned away for a second, only to hear the Alpha scream out in pain, having been impaled by the blot monster and tossed aside as of they were nothing.

🌹- Riddle felt his heart absolutely shatter, screaming for his mate and rushing over to them, hoping to get there before it was too late while others attempted to get the situation taken care of.

🌹- After the blot monster was defeated and the overblotted student was taken away, Trey was the first to approach his dorm leader, freezing when he saw the Omega clutching the lifeless form of the Alpha.

🌹- Riddle sobbed as he clutched his Alpha, apologizing for not keeping a better eye on the situation. He desperately wanted to bring them back, but it was no use… they were already gone…

🌹- The weeks following the Alpha's death were brutal. Riddle's tolerance was even worse than before, he was stressed out, not eating, not nesting, and didn't seem to take a moment to properly grieve… Trey could see the poor Omega's struggle… And more than ever, wished there was some way he could help…

Omega!Leona:

🦁- It was a big Magift match between NRC and another school. Leona had taken charge of game planning with his Alpha, they had a foolproof idea that could win them the game… or at least… That's what they thought…

🦁- It was the 4th quarter and the scores were fairly even, Leona had tossed the disk to his mate for them to try and reach the goal. What he didn't realize was that the other team had been planning their counterattack for the match.

🦁- Leona watched as a massive burst of magic was launched towards the Alpha, knocking them head first out of bounds. The referee called time out as many ran to check the Alpha, Leona's ears wilting back when he heard Crowley calling for a medic to come with such urgency.

🦁- The Omega ran to catch up with his mate, seeing how bad of shape they were in… They were unresponsive, bleedin, and though their eyes were open, they had an almost glassy look to them.

🦁- He stayed by the Alpha's side in the exam room, his heart breaking when the medic confirmed his worst fear… The injury sustained was fatal. If the Alpha had hit the ground anywhere but their head, they would survive… But with a case like this, death was nearly instant.

🦁- Leona grit his teeth, he didn’t want the one person he finally cared about to be gone. He actually began to think about starting a family with them! They can't just be gone like that! In the weeks following, he informed Crowley that he would be dropping out from NRC and going back home… He lost most, if not all motivation to continue his education… If his Alpha wasn't there? Why put in the effort?

Omega!Azul:

🐙- Azul was dealing with some clients of a more *unsavory* type that day. Having Jade and Floyd close by in case things went south, and lord knows they would… The Omega wished to hurry things along, lest he be late for his date with his Alpha that evening.

🐙- The clients showed signs of clear agitation towards Azul, about to threaten him when his Alpha entered the room calmly, going over to him for a moment. Azul apologized for taking so much time and that as soon as they finished they would be on their way… The clients had other plans.

🐙- The Alpha quickly noticed something in the reflection of Azul's glasses, quickly shoving the Omega out of the way as they spun around, the Client having pulled out a knife and initially aimed for Azul, instead hitting the Alpha square in the chest, piercing their heart.

🐙- The moment Azul caught on to what just happened, he wailed out for his Alpha, Jade and Floyd springing into action and subduing the clients easily, restraining them as their dorm leader rushed to his Alpha's side.

🐙- Azul held his Alpha close, not caring if he got blood on his clothing, he tried to keep his mate awake by any means while an Octavinelle student rushed to grab a nurse, but by the time help arrived it would be too late.

🐙- In the weeks following Azul found himself to be much more sensitive, unable to focus on his usual work, eating more than usual and surrounding himself with things that reminded him of his Alpha… He was returning back to what he used to be, and he was terrified of it…

Omega!Kalim:

🦦- Of course when his Alpha was dating Kalim you knew it would have its risks. He was the eldest child of the Asim family and was next in line to be the head of it, so he was a fairly prompt figure in the school.

🦦- So when one day the two of them were chatting and walking through the courtyard of NRC, just minding their own business, imagine the surprise the couple got when they were jumped by two strange men with knives held to their throats.

🦦- Kalim whimpered out, shutting his eyes tightly as he began to whine out desperately. His Alpha immediately went into fight mode, snarling and growling as they fought against their attackers, yelling in pain suddenly when they seemed to be struck but didn't stop until their attackers were fleeing from NRC and students had come to see what was going on.

🦦- the Omega was thankful for his Alpha saving him, though flinched back in shock when he realized where and how bad the Alpha was attacked… his mate had stab wounds, slashes and cuts all over their body, slowly falling to their knees as their injuries were becoming too much for them.

🦦- Kalim cried out and knelt near his Alpha, lying them down so they didn't hurt themselves further, calling out for Jamil out of fear and desperation. As much as he tried to help, nothing seemed to be working… The Alpha passing just minutes before help could finally get there.

🦦- Kalim cried for days after his mate's passing, relying on Jamil heavily for that time… He didn't hold too many parties or celebrations after his Alpha's demise… In fact, his scent even changed quite a bit. Almost as if he had begun to use some rather heavy heat and hormone suppressants to stop himself from getting another mate…

Omega!Vil:

🪞- Being in the acting, modeling and magicam industry, Vil was bound to make a rival or two in his time. Gaining an Alpha mate only further cemented said rivals' jealousy over the leader of Pomefiore. Of course Vil didn't care too much, he was in a happy and sweet relationship with his darling Alpha.

🪞- What Vil didn't know was that one of his rivals was plotting to knock him down a peg or two, setting the Omega up to meet a rather unfortunate fate… Vil entered his dressing room, preparing for another day of filming for a show he was performing in. He was rather surprised and admittedly flattered when his dear Alpha entered with a bouquet of flowers for him.

🪞- The Omega smiled and purred softly as he went to place the flowers in something so they wouldn't get damaged, leaving his Alpha alone in the room. They had noticed a couple of drinks on the table near a couple chairs, deciding to go and relax, they were fairly thirsty after all.

🪞- Now, unfortunately Vil's rival didn't plan for this next part to happen… As the Omega entered his dressing room again, he found his Alpha to be choking and gagging from his drink. Rushing over to their side, he quickly inspected the cup he drank from, his eyes widening when he realized that they were not only poisoned, but the drink was likely for him…

🪞- Vil cried out desperately for help he he tried to figure out what had poisoned his beloved Alpha, but by the time he figured out what it was, his mate was already gone… The Omega felt pure anguish as he fell to his knees, screaming out for his Alpha to wake up, wanting them to open their eyes, speak, breathe!

🪞- News spread like wildfire amongst the media, "Famed Actor, Vil Schoenheit's mate killed by poison". News anchors tried to invade his everyday life, asking questions and trying to find out anything they could. Vil just wanted time to grieve his loss, staying near Rook and Epel as much as he could. He found himself crying himself to sleep almost constantly, working extra hard to keep up with his regimens in order to keep himself distracted, but nothing seemed to keep his mind away from his beloved…

Omega!Idia:

💀- Idia was finally coming out of his shell a little bit, now that he was with his Alpha, he actually felt a little confident in himself! The Omega had never been happier, he was actually keeping promises to be more social with Ortho, and he was smiling more often as well! The Omega felt as if things were perfect, nothing could change his mood… at least… he thought… His Alpha was hiding something from him… They were sick, and they didn't know how much longer they would be around with Idia…

💀- They weren't able to keep this ruse up for long… One day after Phys Ed, the Alpha was feeling more winded than usual, actually collapsing on the field before class let out. Idia rushed to the infirmary when he found out that his mate had fainted, concerned about their wellbeing.

💀- Just as he was about to order Ortho to do a scan on the Alpha, they confessed what they were hiding… Idia's heart sank, what kind of depressing romance troupe had he got himself into? He couldn't let his mate die! Not after all that he went through in his life!

💀- His Alpha pulled the Ignihyde dorm leader close, hugging him and rumbling in order to calm the anxious Omega. They stated that even if their time was short together, they wished to spend every moment with them. Idia agreed and tried his best to be there for his mate.

💀- The two did as much as they could together, going to movies, playing video games, stargazing. It was the most fun Idia ever had with his mate! The Alpha even shared a more personal and intimate moment with Idia, wanting to truly call him their mate before they passed…

💀- When the Alpha's time finally came, Idia stayed by their side until they fully passed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at his mate's lifeless frame. Ortho did his best to comfort his brother in the weeks after, but the Omega was nearly inconsolable, locking the door to his room and refusing to come out… He was just glad he got the chance to be with his Alpha when he did..

Omega!Malleus:

🐉- With Malleus being a Fae and his mate a human, he knew for a fact that he would outlive the Alpha. This was a fact he knew couldn't be changed, though was still painful for him to truly accept. He just wished to spend as much time with his Alpha as he could.

🐉- After NRC Malleus and his mate almost immediate got engaged, being wed before the first snow had a chance to reach the ground. Both were in pure bliss as they could finally call each other mate's.

🐉- The years had passed, Malleus and his mate had many children together. The Omega hadn't changed much in the years, but he was beginning to see the changes in his Alpha's appearance… He knew deep down that the time they had together was running short, even if he wished to deny it…

🐉- One night as Malleus was gathering some books to read to their youngest pup, he looked over and noticed his mate stumbling a little as they stood, the Alpha falling to their knees on the ground.

🐉- Malleus dropped the books and rushed to his mate, carrying them to bed Swiftly and lying them down, quickly sending for Lilia and Sebek in this time. As the Omega sat by his mate's side, they recounted all of their days spent together, from when they met at NRC, to when their first pup was born…

🐉- Days later, Malleus was saddened to see that his mate had finally passed… There was a large funeral held for the Alpha, humans and Fae of all kinds gathering to say a farewell to their King/Queen/Monarch. Malleus and his Alpha's children were all in attendance, saying their goodbyes to their Apa. Though his heart was filled with sorrow, the Omega knew that be would always have his beloved in his heart, and part of them remained with their children…

[kunikinnie]

you impulsively decide to cut your hair at 3 am

featuring: the Armed Detective Agency

a/n: yes I gave up on the report and decided to make an ADA version HAHA link to the first post feat. Port Mafia here

Dazai Osamu

This man is thriving at 3 am, so you bet he’s up for anything at that time

He cares about his looks more than you think, actually. Takes lots of time and effort for him to achieve the hairstyle he likes

He doesn’t enforce the same level of meticulousness to you tho. Whatever floats your boat floats his as well

Will totally be the enabler here

“Cut it! Cut iiit!”

He won’t help you tho. Moral support and lots of embarrassingly sweet comments is all you’ll get from him.

“You look good in anything~”

Whether or not that eases your shaking hand is up to you

If it turns out well, he’ll admire your new hair then proceed to ruffle it with his hands. 100% chance will tease you

If it doesn’t tho, he’ll tell you flatly to go to the salon when you wake up. May or may not tease you for the terribly haircut you gave yourself lol

Edogawa Ranpo

There were some things in this world that even the great detective doesn’t understand. One of those were what the heck goes through your head at this hour of the night

He knew you might try and cut your own hair someday, but right now??

“C’mon go to sleep alreadyyy”

Won’t even tell you to continue or to stop cutting your hair. He’ll just whine and tell you to hurry tf up and sleep

He honestly doesn’t really care about your hair that much. It doesn’t change you, anyway

He’ll either sleep immediately or play some games while waiting for you to finish

If it ends up not that great, he’ll bluntly tell you how terrible it is

If it ends up pretty great, he’ll quietly tell you “it’s not that terrible”

Hey, this man saves praise for only the most special occasions. But you can tell by the way he smirks that he’s impressed by your skill

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Blank stare. Are you being serious right now?

He’s worried that there may be some underlying reason to it, so he’ll ask you why you want to cut your hair

He’s more than ready to listen to you if needed. He might even prepare some tea for you if you want

But if it’s one of those random thoughts that you just need to materialize right now, then he’ll just pat your head

“Do you want me to help?”

If yes, he’ll gladly and gently assist you – but he’ll warn you that he’s not used to using a blade for things like these lol

If no, he’ll go to sleep again. Man’s tired so he won’t even think twice about getting more rest

Regardless of how it turns out, he won’t comment on it unless you ask him directly

He might just awkwardly ask if you had fun

As long as you’re happy, then all is fine with him

Kunikida Doppo

Can’t you be impulsive some other hour of the day???

Will try and convince you to go back to sleep. You might regret your hair decisions in the morning, and it’s bad for you to be up this late

But if there’s no stopping you, then he’ll leave you alone

Until he sees you actually cut your hair. It’s so sacrilegious it’ll haunt him in his dreams

“Give me that”

Slowly and methodically cuts your hair – follows the tutorial (if you’re following one) to the t

Don’t you dare move or talk to him. He’s concentrating

Turns out pretty close to what you’re expecting if he was following something

Thank him for his very generous use of his precious sleeping time, please

He’ll contemplate confiscating your phone during bedtime (if that’s why you decided to cut your hair all of a sudden)

Nakajima Atsushi

When he hears/sees what you’re about to do, he’ll think he’s just having a weird dream

But give it a couple of moments and he’ll quickly sprint to you

“Y/N wait!!”

Will frantically ask you four times if you’re really going to cut your hair right now

He just wants to make sure you won’t regret what you’re about to do

He doesn’t really care about the result by itself – I mean, you know how his bangs are – your feelings are what he’s worried about

So if you do end up cutting your hair, he’s absolutely supportive

Won’t offer to cut your hair for you tho. He just doesn’t trust himself. He probably won’t even volunteer to be in the bathroom with you because he doesn’t want you to feel pressured (yk that feeling when you’re doing something and someone is just... staring at you? Yeah that)

Honestly can’t tell if you did a good job or not lol. It all depends on your reaction

Will try and make you feel good regardless, ofc he’s such a cinnamon roll and he loves you a lot

Tanizaki Jun’ichirou

“W-well if you really want to, I guess...”

He understands that feeling. There was a time during high school when he tried to cut his own hair too, but that is a memory better left forgotten

Will probably just watch you cut your hair yourself. Again he’s not that confident in his skills

But if you ask him to, then he’ll cut it

Turns out it’s much easier to cut someone else’s hair than your own

Very slowly follows a tutorial. He really doesn’t want to mess up your precious hair

Will it turn out okay? 50/50 chance

If it looks good, he’ll be relieved more than anything

If it doesn’t, then he’ll sigh heavily and apologize. But if you reassure him and give him a kiss, it’ll all be forgotten once you guys wake up again (properly) in the morning

Ofc until you see yourself in the mirror and decide to go to the hairdresser asap lol

[potter-imagines]

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n���s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.