#i came here to see the twins together and i was ready to cry over that but NOPE HERE COMES CARIBERT

[diwara]

Just a quiet life in a peaceful village

[louloulemons-posts]

Misunderstandings

Eddie Munson X Fem!HarringtonTwin!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Y/N have been dating in secret for months now, but what happens when Y/N can’t do it anymore?

word count : 2.6k

Warnings : Use of Y/N, angst, reader crying, couple drama, twin brother steve, supportive bestie robin, pet names, kisses, a few swears, happy ending.

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“Steve come on!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “We’re gonna be late!”

“Alright Alright I’m coming,”

“Next time we’re taking two cars, how the hell do you make us late everytime. We still have to pick up Robs!” she sighed, pushing her brother out of the door.

“Well Robin needs to get a license!” he exclaimed getting into the passenger side of the car. “She can’t afford it, don’t be a douche.”

“Blah blah blah, can you just drive. C’mon you said we were gonna be late.”

Turning the keys, engine starting, “I will kick you out of this car and you can walk.”

“I have my own car!”

“Then use it!”

The remainder of the journey continued with the twins bickering between themselves, only halting when they arrived at Robins. Beeping the horn to let her now they were here.

“Okay get in the back,” Y/N said to her brother.

“What? Why?”

“Robins a guest, she gets front seat! She’s also my bestfriend so-”

“She was mine first!” he cut her off.

“No!”

“Yes we worked at Scoops together!”

“And what? She didn’t even like you until I said you weren’t ‘King Steve’ anymore. Now move it.”

“You’re so bossy! I think you should be the older twin,” he sighed, climbing out the car.

Robin ran out of the house, sliding her jacket on, chuckling as she saw Steve climbing into the back, grumbling as he did. “Hey Robs,” Y/N smiled at her friend as she climbed in. “What happened to 5pm?” she asked the pair.

“Well Steve decided to procrastinate until 4:30, knowing it takes him at least an hour to get ready,” she explained, pulling away from the house. Grumbling came from the back, “Steve I swear I wasn’t joking about kicking you out!”

Robin laughed at the twins, knowing it’d be an eventful journey to the movies.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“And this is why we tell them to be here 45 minutes before we actually need to be here,” Dustin explained as the trio walked through the door. “I’ll remember that next time you want picking up from Hellfire,” Steve smiled him.

“Also we’re not even the last ones here, where’s Munson?” Robin asked.

“Eddies coming?” Y/N whispered to her friend.

“Mhm, maybe it’s time to tell Steve?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m here I’m here!” a voice yelled as Eddie Munson practically fell through the door.

“Great can we go now!” Mike complained, yanking Els hand towards the door. “I’m just gonna get something to drink. Robs you want anything?”

“Cherry Pepsi please.” Y/N hummed at her friend, walking over to the line.

“Where’s my offer?” Steve called after her.

“What do you want?” she sighed.

“Dr Pepper!”

“You’re paying me back later then.”

“I’ll help her, I want to get some snacks so,” Eddie said to the group who went ahead into the theatre.

Waiting for the people in front of her to finish ordering, Y/N felt arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzle into her neck. “Hey Princess,” Eddie smiled, kissing her neck.

“Hey Eds.” Turning to kiss his cheek, “What do you want?” she asked.

“You.”

“Oh shush,” she wiggled in his hold.

“It’s true!” he exclaimed, which made her laugh. The people in front moved out the way and Y/N smiled at the worker. “Hey, can I please get a cherry pepsi, 2 Dr Peppers and … Eds?”

“I’ll order mine,” he smiled, which she nodded awkwardly at him. “That’s everything then please.” Paying for the drinks, she slid them across the counter, “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll bring Steves,” Eddie said.

“Oh um yeah sure, I’ll see you in there.” Grabbing her and Robins drinks she passed her ticket over to the clerk, giving them a slight smile.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

She found Robin and Steve, walking up to their row she handed Robin her drink, “Munsons bringing yours.” He nodded facing the screen.

Sitting next to Robin she sighed, “You okay?”

“Oh yeah fine, fine.”

The curly haired metal head walked in soon after, just as the movie began to play. Handing Steve his drink he sat down next to Y/N. She smiled at him, which he reciprocated, but quickly turned to face the screen.

Normally Eddie was chatty and touchy with her, they were keeping their relationship quiet but they were friends too. What if he didn’t want that anymore? Oh my god.

“Are we okay?” she whispered to the boy.

“Uh yeah? Why?” he asked, putting popcorn into his mouth. “You just seem a little off, you know you can talk to me?” He nodded, about to reply before they were shushed by Henderson.

Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach and focus on the movie. Clearly she wasn’t hiding her feelings well as robin squeezed her hand. She looked up at her friend who asked, “Bathroom? You want a breather?”

The girl nodded, almost trampling Eddie as she went, followed by her best friend.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Cold water wet her face and she stood in front of the mirror, “Are you okay?” Robin asked, rubbing her shoulder gently. “I think he might want to break up. I mean come on, he won’t even look at me.”

“Hey he’s just being stupid, it’s probably just cause Steve’s here.”

“Yeah but he’s the one who wants to hide it not me! What if he’s embarrassed of me, or he’s hiding it cause he wants it to be a fling.”

“Listen to me, anyone would be lucky to have you. If he can’t see that then it’s his loss, he’s an ass. You’ve got this okay.” Y/N nodded at her, “Thanks Robs.”

“You wanna go back in? We can swap seats,” she suggested. “Would you mind?”

“Not at all, it means you can deal with your brother instead.”

“Oh goodie, lucky me,” she groaned, making them both laugh.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking out of the movies, the two girls walked arm in arm. “It was so bad,” she laughed. “Wasn’t even scary!” Robin exclaimed.

“All you kiddies okay getting home?” Y/N asked the younger kids.

“My moms getting me, El, Mike and Lucas. Thank you though,” Will smiled.

“Max?” she asked the redhead.

“Eddie said I could ride with him.”

“Henderson?”

“Do you mind?” He asked.

“Nah kid, let’s go.”

As she was about to leave the theatre, she felt a hand on her wrist. “Hey, what happened in there? You okay?” Eddies familiar voice spoke.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Wayne’s working all day so, we’d have the place to ourselves,”he smiled, pulling her closer by her waist.

Wow, she really was just a booty call. “You know what Munson, I’m gonna have to pass. I’ll see you.” She said, pulling out of his hold and walking over to her car.

“What was that all about?” Robin asked.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, starting the car and driving towards Dustin and Robins homes.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Robin and Steve were both working, but Y/N had a day off, so she was relaxing by the pool. Deciding that she wanted to spend the day by herself. Sliding into the water, she swam underneath, allowing herself to sink slightly.

Robin was right, she deserved more than to be someone’s secret, she deserved to be shown off and taken out on dates. Not just hidden away, never meeting family, a good half foot between them when friends were around.

Needing to take a breath she swam back up. Jumping slightly when she saw the familiar boy dressed in denim. “I did knock but no answer, and your car was out front so,” he explained.

Pushing herself out of the poor she squeezed out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. “Did you need something?”

“I thought you were busy today?”

“Never said that.”

“What’s going on?” He asked and she walked passed him. “You tell me.”

“What? Baby hang on a minute.”

“Don’t do that,” she sighed.

“Do what?”

“Call me that!” Y/N exclaimed, walking up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

“What I’m not allowed to call you that anymore?”

“No you’re not!”

“Well why not, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”

“I don’t know am I?”

“What?” Eddie shouted, “What are you talking about?”

“Well you seem to only want me as your girlfriend in private! And even then it’s like we’re fuck buddies!”

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is! You won’t even look at me around other people.”

“That’s not true!” Eddie starting shouting back.

“Yes it is! If you’re embarrassed of me just say so!”

“I-I … Y/N,” he stuttered.

“You know what just go!” she yelled.

“What?”

“Get out! If you’re so embarrassed of me, you wouldn’t want people to notice your van outside would you!”

“Embarrassed? I’m not embarrassed of you! Fuck will you let me speak!”

“Now you want to? Now you want to fix this? No I am done, get out.”

“What? Baby no-” he spoke gently.

“Get out of my house.”

She turned her back on the boy slamming the door of her bathroom and locking herself inside. Leaning against it she listened out. Footsteps pattered down the stairs and the house shook with the slam of the front door.

Unlocking her own, she ran to the window, watching him get in his van and slam his hand on the steering wheel. He sat for a few seconds, before starting it up and driving away at an unsafe speed.

Letting out a sob, her hands came up to cover her face. Wiping away her tears furiously she walked towards the bathroom to shower off.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The phone rang out, echoing through the house, “Hello?” Y/N spoke.

“Okay what the hell is going on?” Robin spoke from the other end. “What?” she asked.

“Munson is currently going through romcom movies for himself, looking like he’s just been smacked in the face.”

Y/N couldn’t help it she sniffled, “Oh no, you broke up didn’t you?”

“Robs I couldn’t do it anymore! I’m so tired of being hidden away!”

“I know, how are you holding up?”

“I don’t know. Jesus Robs, I was so ready to tell him I love him, I feel like a fool.”

“You’re not. Hey I’ll come over later, we can have a movie night, I’ll make Steve take me to the store to get snacks.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Munson,” Robin spoke, walking up to him.

“Oh Hi Robin.”

“Listen, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know cause I do. You and Y/N.”

“She told you?”

“I figured it out, you two kept making eyes at each other.” He chuckled at that.

“Yeah well not anymore. Pretty sure she hates me.”

“She doesn’t, just so you know. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you want to tell anyone you two?” she asked.

He sighed, “Robin, honestly, she’s way out of my league. I’m a freak. I’m a nerd. I’ve only just graduated highschool, and that was by the skin of my teeth. I have no money. I’m in a band. I have a shitty job.”

“Do you seriously think she cares?”

“I know she doesn’t, but she deserves the world.”

“Do you love her?” Eddie paused, putting the video he had in his hand back down, “More than anything.”

“Then that’s all that matters, now Munson, me and you are going to fix this.”

“Is there any point?”

“Eddie, I have never seen her like this over a guy. She adores you. You’re getting her back.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lay on her bed, Y/N heard knocking on her door, “Yeah?” she called out.

“It’s me, do you want dinner?” Steve asked.

She hopped up off her bed and walked to the door, opening it to come face to face with her brother.

“Woah, you okay?” he asked. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes, wrapping her arms round her brother. “Y/N hey, it’s alright. You’re okay. Stevies got you,” he shushed her, rubbing her back.

Once she calmed down a bit Steve pulled away slightly. “What’s going on?”

“Just boy stuff. I thought I meant more to him than I actually did.”

“Want me to hurt him?”

“Steve, you’ve only won one fight in your life.”

“Against a Russian soldier!” she laughed at that. “Can I ask who?”

“I don’t think you’ll be happy.”

“Oh I already know. You’re not good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell me when you were ready.”

“How long?”

“Couple months.”

“Well it doesn’t matter it’s over now.”

“I see the way he looks at you, I don’t think it is. I’m gonna order a pizza okay?” he said, to which she nodded. Pressing his lips softly to her head, he squeezed her shoulder.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Y/N can you get the door?” Steve called out.

Assuming it was the pizza she opened it quickly, but it wasn’t. “Eddie?”

“Hi, um these are for you,” he said handing her a bunch of Tulips.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came to fix this, hopefully. I want too. I will do anything I can to fix this.”

“Eddie I can’t keep being your dirty secret.”

“You’re not! Baby you’re not! You deserve the world, you’re worth so much more than me.”

“What?”

“I just, baby look at us. Look at me. Look at you. You’re worth the world and more. You deserve everything, I don’t want to let you down.”

“Eddie you mean the world to me! You are everything to me. I want you. I want us.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just got into my own head. I saw the way the guy at the movies looked at us, and I’ve seen others too,” he explained.

“Eds I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you. I want to meet your brother as your boyfriend, I want you to meet Wayne. I want the kids to think we’re gross when we kiss in front of them.”

“Well I’d appreciate if you didn’t kiss in front of me,” Steve spoke, he was leaning on the doorframe. “You make her cry again Munson, and you’ll be at the bottom of Lovers Lake faster than you can say D&D.”

Eddie saluted Steve, “It won’t happen again.” Steve hummed and wander back to another room. “Could we start again? Please baby, I love you and I’d be a complete idiot if I didn’t try and get you back.”

“You love me?” Y/N asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah I do. So much. The thought of not being with you, of you hating me. It made me feel sick. Made me hate myself. I love you.

“I know I don’t have much, but I will give you everything I can. If you’ll let me?”

“Of course I will you idiot, I love you,” she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. “You do?” he laughed.

“Yes!” she gave him a watery smile, “I love you more than anything Edward Munson.”

“I love you Y/N Harrington.”

When their lips almost touched, someone cleared their throat. “Uh I’m sorry to interrupt but someone owes me $20,” a girl spoke, with two pizza boxes in hand. “Oh sorry, Steve!”

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[funnyjb]

Look at the Stars

One of your twins is having a hard time sleeping one night. It was the night before one of joes games so some family was over. You guys were talking in the living room when Logan came down the stairs with his blankie and looks like he’s been crying.

“Mama?!”- Logan

He was crying

He ran up to you in the living room.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong.”- you

The burrow family counting both of joes siblings and their wife’s were sitting around waiting for Logan’s response

“I’m really scared. I heard a monster coming from the closet and noises in da walls.”- Logan

“Oh, baby. Those are just house noises. The air conditioning just turned on so that’s what’s causing the rumbling and I bet you something fell in the closet. There is a lot of junk in there.”- you said running your fingers through his hair

“I’m still really scared. I don’t want to go up there. It’s scary.”- Logan said putting his hand on your baby bump that has been growing these past 5 months

His head resting on your chest.

“Is mason still sleeping?”- you asked

Logan nodded his head.

You looked around the room and then at Joe.

He looked at you also trying to figure out what to do.

“Hey, I want to go show you something. I think it will make you feel much better.”- you smile

“Oktay.”- Logan

You got up slowly and then reached for Logan’s hand. He put his hand on top of yours and laced your fingers together.

“Let’s go.”- you whisper

You started walking to the glass sliding door that goes out to the backyard.

It was dark out. Some light illuminated the backyard from the house.

You both started walking further and into a big grassy area that looks out into the Cincinnati skyline from your house and a small river.

You picked Logan up and sawing him around you being careful of your bump.

“Look! You see those beautiful stars?”- you

“Yeah..”- Logan

“There are thousands of stars up in the night sky! Some of them even make funny shapes! Like, you see that one right there?”- you pointed a little bit towards the left

“That’s the Pegasus.”- you smile

Logan looked mesmerized

“These stars will protect you. They are up there so they can look out for you. Shining bright so you can see them. If you ever feel scared just look out the window or picture the stars in that wonderful brain of yours.”- you point at his head and laugh

Logan starts to laugh making your heart grow fonder.

“And know those stars will protect you. And also daddy and I are here to protect you too. We won’t let anything get you, ok? They aren’t real, they’re just made up in your mind.”- you smile trying to calm him down

“But why does ma mind do that?”- Logan

“Because your mind likes to play tricks on you, but you got to be the stronger person and say “it’s not real, it’s all made up.” And your mind will back off.”- you

“Okaty. Thank you, mommy.”- Logan

“Of course, baby. I’m always here for you, so is daddy and mason and even your sister.”- you

You give him a kiss on the cheek and decide to go back in. It was already 9:00.

You opened the door and walked in. Everyone was still sitting and talking.

“You ready to go to bed, Bubs?”- you

Logan nodded.

“Okay, let’s say goodnight.”- you

Logan started to wave his hand goodbye

“Bye Logan!”- Robin

“He is precious.”- Codi (joes sister in law)

You then walked over to Joe so he could say goodnight.

He got up and placed his hand on your arm and his other on Logan’s head and kissed him goodnight.

“Goodnight, my boy. Love you.”- Joe

He placed a soft kiss on Logan’s cheek then looked at you.

“You got him?”- joe

“Yeah, all good!”- you

“Good.”- joe

He then placed a peck on your lips.

You then walked up the stairs and into the boys room.

Mason was sleeping peacefully as you put Logan in his bed.

“Goodnight, baby. Love you to the moon and back.” - you

“Love you too, mommy”- Logan

You then placed a kiss on his forehead and got up. You moved from his bed to mason also placing a goodnight kiss on his cheek. Then exited the room slowly closing the door behind you.

You went back down stairs and into the family room.

“How is he?”- joe

“He’s ok now. He looked like he was going to fall right asleep when I put him down.”- you

You sat next to Joe on the couch. He put his arm around your shoulder and gave your head a kiss

“You are so good with them, y/n. It used to take forever to convince Joe that there was nothing there at night when he was younger.”- Robin laughed

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure everything was perfectly fine.”- joe

“He used to get scared of thunder and run into our bed too.”- Jimmy laughed

“Really guys? Ganging up on me?”- Joe

“Haha it’s ok, joe. I’ll protect you from thunder and scary monsters at night.”- you laughed

He looked down at you and started laughing and pulled you in closer.

“Thank you, baby.”- joe smiled

Joe was so grateful for you. He loved you ever since he laid eyes on you in college and now he gets to raise his kids with the love of his life. His heart was so full when he saw you take care of Logan tonight. He loved seeing you take on the mom role. He can’t imagine life without you and the boys.

[izukuszn]

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➸ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | atsumu miya x reader ➸ 𝐰𝐜 | 1.8k ➸ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | some cursing, angst to fluff, bestfriend!atsumu but he's in love w u ➸ 𝐚/𝐧 | pls ignore any mistakes!!

➸ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | you and atsumu had an argument. he said some things, and now he's here on your doorstep, ready to apologize.

Atsumu knocks on your door the same way he’s been doing since he met you: tap, taptaptap, tap. With that rhythm, he never even has to announce he’s the one, you already know. 

His heart beats fast, threatening to escape his chest. You haven’t talked since your argument a few days ago. He can’t even remember what it was about anymore, just the hurtful things he said to you, the way your face crumpled and tears lined the bottom of your eyes, the intense hatred he felt for himself for being the cause of that look on your face. The crushing emptiness he felt when you shut the door on him as he was standing in this exact spot, staring at your door. 

Everything was blurry after that. His actions were automatic, getting into his car and arriving home, sitting with his head leaning against the steering wheel for what he didn’t know was five minutes or two hours. Opening your texts and stringing together a million messages, I’m sorry, Can we please talk?  I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Only to never send any of them, regret heavy in his chest. 

It wasn’t until he showed up at his brother’s restaurant, tears in his eyes, begging him for help, because when it always comes down to it, Osamu, his (younger by one second) twin, is there to help him. ‘Samu played nice for a bit, letting him recount everything that happened, how he was feeling, until he kicked him out on his ass and told him to go apologize instead of whining like a crybaby. Atsumu was a bit peeved, but he followed his brother's advice. And that's what led him here. 

He waits, stuffing his hands into his pockets but then pulling them out to twist them together, toeing at the welcome mat the two of you had picked out together on a whim while on a shopping trip. He reads it out loud, as if he hasn’t seen it the million times he’s been here before. “Welcome to the Shitshow”, he murmurs. It was the first one you had seen, and you were sold on it immediately. It makes the ghost of a smile show on his lips until he hears shuffling from behind your door. 

When it stops, he looks through the peephole like he would actually be able to see anything from outside, and when that, unsurprisingly, doesn’t work, he places his ear against the barrier, straining to catch the sound of anything to let him know that you were going to open the door. He stands there like a fool for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowing, but then he hears the sounds of the locks clicking and he straightens up. Blowing out a breath, he runs a hand through his hair, brushes off invisible dirt from his pants. 

When the door swings open, he panics at the sight of you, heartbeat quickening again. You’re dressed in your lounge clothes, relaxed and casual, and now that there’s no longer an obstruction, he can hear the sound of your favorite movie playing in the background. He hates, it but you’ve always forced him to watch it with you, and he thinks he’s memorized the entire script by now with the amount of times you’ve watched it together. No matter how much he disliked it, he could watch it over and over again as long as it was with you. But now you are watching it without him, and the thought makes his heart hurt. 

He gulps, watching you appraise him with one hand on the door, as if you might close it any second. A few moments pass. Atsumu opens and closes his mouth, words failing him, making him angry. He even rehearsed what he was going to say in the car, while face timing his brother, on the way to your door, yet it's all disappeared into nothing when it came down to it. His throat is dry. He thinks wants to cry. 

When Atsumu looks at you, he thinks you look tired, moreso than usual, but he thinks you still look as beautiful as ever. He’s always thought you were beautiful, no matter what you were wearing, what you were doing, the face you were making, but he’s never actually told you, unless it was slipped into a joke that caused you not to take him seriously. He wants to tell you, though, every second of the day. Wants to exclaim it for the world to hear. He hopes he gets to, eventually, if he didn’t ruin everything yet.

You sigh, and right when you’re about to say something, Atsumu beats you to it. 

“Hi! Uh — hey. Hi,” he stumbles out, words falling on top of each other. He cringes. 

You’re unimpressed, giving him a flat look that slowly snuffs out the little hope he had left. “Miya,” you say. 

That's the nail in the coffin, he thinks. His face crumbles, but he tries to play it off, forcing a smile that he’s sure looks a bit too wobbly. “It's Miya, now? What happened ta ‘Tsumu?”

You ignore him. “What do you want?”

He hesitates, wondering if he should just walk away now, but he has nothing left to lose. “Can we please talk?” He mumbles. 

Your fingers clench on the door, causing it to sway, and just when he thinks you’ll shut it on him, you pull it open wider, allowing him in.

When you turn your back, he releases a breath, cracking his knuckles and nodding to himself. You both end up in the kitchen, you standing on one side of the counter and pouring glasses of water, him standing on the other, watching you work. You slide the glass over, and he grabs it but doesn’t make a move to bring it to his mouth. 

“So what do you want to talk about?” You ask. Your tone is clipped. You don’t look him in the eye, no matter how much he tries to meet your gaze. He doesn’t like seeing you like this, without a smile on your face. He hates it even more that he’s the reason. 

Steeling himself, he begins. “I want ta apologize,” Atsumu says. His words cause you to briefly glance at him, but then you’re lifting the glass to your lips instead of replying. He gives you a chance to decide if you want to hear him out, or instead kick him to the curb. 

The glass hits the counter. You rest your palms on the surface, settling on a nod. “Okay.” 

“‘M sorry,” he says. He studies your face carefully. You don’t give anything away as you stare at the counter except for a twitch of your eyebrows, the edges of your lips turning down the smallest amount. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.” 

“I was an idiot,” he continues. “I - I dunno why I got so defensive, why I stopped listening ta what ya were tryna say, and instead blew up.” You’re actually looking at him now, but your face is still cold. 

His hands pull at his hair. He starts rounding the corner, fingers dragging along the chill of the counter, hoping you’re able to see the sincerity in his face. “I’m really sorry for bein’ a bad friend ta ya,” he concludes. 

You stare at him in silence, and he thinks he might be getting to you until you look away. Atsumu panics, opening his mouth to say something else, continue his apology, but then you’re speaking.

“You were a bad friend, ‘Tsumu. You know I didn’t mean to offend you. I really didn’t,” you say, and the way your poker face has dropped, revealing the anxious furrow between your eyebrows that he’s always wanted to smooth out whenever you got it, the downturn of your lips. Your voice is quiet, sad. Your eyes flit between his, and he knows you can see the water that lines the bottom of his lids that he tries to blink away.

“Fuck, I know that now, and I- I really wish I knew in the moment.” He’s in front of you now, a small space left between the two of you. “I was a fuckin’ idiot, as always. I bet ‘Samu’s laughing to himself right now.”

That makes you smile, just the tiniest bit, and he counts it as a win. “You really were.” 

He nods, stepping closer. “The biggest idiot in the world, as he would say.” 

“The biggest ever.” You agree, but the grin has spread on your lips, the furrow gone. He watches you study him, and he steps forward, hesitating, but then you’re throwing your arms around him, and his snake around your waist, pulling you in. 

It always makes his heart melt, turns his stomach into a butterfly field, being this close to you. He holds you, smelling your hair, taking in the heat radiating from your body, the warmth he’s missed with all his soul these last few days. “‘M sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, rubbing your back with his hand the way he knows you like whenever he gives you a hug. “Do ya think ya could ever forgive me?” 

You hum, clutching the back of his shirt as you hurry your face into his chest. “Maybe in a few years.”

“How about days?”

“Months.”

“Hours?” 

“Don’t push your luck now.”

He laughs, and he feels so happy that he thinks he can fly when your giggle follows.

Pulling away, you look him in the eyes and shake your head at him, pulling a serious face. “The next time you pull that shit I’m never talking to you again, though.” 

“Yes, m’am,” he says, and then when you smile, he hugs you again. 

Until he remembers the movie. “Wait, ya were watching it without me?!” He exclaims, hands on your shoulders to separate you from him. 

Your eyes are wide, a confused look on your face before you realize what he’s talking about. “I thought you hated that movie!” 

He folds his arms on his chest, looking away from you and pouting. He knows he’s acting like a child, but he can’t help it. He feels betrayed. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like watching it with you…” He mumbles, voice trailing off.

You’re silent, causing him to look at you in worry, but he quickly diverts his gaze again when he sees the shit-eating grin on your face. “So you do enjoy watching it! I knew it!”

“Thats not what I said!”

“Awwwwwww, ‘Tsumuuuu.”

“Shaddapppp.”

(But when you’re settled together on the couch with the movie playing on the TV, popcorn between the two of you, Atsumu knows that he could do this a hundred times over as long as its with you. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, though.)

[itsangelll]

ℳℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝓃？

angst to fluff

warnings:none

2010 era!

A/n: I wanna give huge credits to @bunniesthoughts thank you for helping me with this me and her made this together we hope you guys enjoy <3

minors can interact

word count:1k

“GET OUT THEN” I said my voice getting louder by the minute, Tom’s eyes were getting more teary and with that Tom pushed past me and stormed out of the house. Hours pass by Tom hadn’t come back yet “shit pick up pick up please” I tried calling him but no answer my mind was overclouding with thoughts my anxiety was getting worse no text no calls at all.

-time skip

It’s been weeks and tom still hasn’t come back, I’m trying not too overthink anything but it keeps creeping up in the back of my mind. So to take my mind off things, I go sit down and turn on the tv to mtv and I see pictures and videos of Tom and some girl named Anna “what the fuck” I feel tears sting the corner of my eyes, all of the overthinking came true, it wasn’t just a thought it was all real life. I need to talk to him asap.

and the best way was to show up to their concert it took me ages to get there but I made it finally, people were crowded fans screaming and yelling. They came out of the tour bus, my life flashed before my eyes, The rumours were true his arm snug around her waist her beautiful eyes he moved on already?

I felt sick to my stomach, Tom saw me his face was shocked but I didn’t care I ran not daring to look back I could hear him yelling my name and running after me. My eyes were perking up with tears I felt like I was going to collapse. I ended up falling over my knees were bruised my hands were shaking Tom finally caught up and he kneeled down infront of me, “Y/n I didn’t want you to find out like this.” His voice was trembling it sounded like he was about to cry, “You never really loved me did you” my voice was breaking I couldn’t help it, he cupped my face in his hands his dark brown eyes staring into me “I’m sorry but after that fight I didn’t know what to do I thought we were broken up” he said his voice with unbreakable emotion I looked away. We just sat in silence not even saying a word till his twin brother and the rest of the band started calling out to him he got up and walked off.

-time skip

A few weeks had passed me and Tom haven’t spoken at all I see photos of them everyday together, but today I got invited to a interview with Tom to talk about why broke up and how it happened. I didn’t feel like going because the media would’ve twisted my words but then I changed my mind I mean it’s best to get my feelings out? After I got ready I left my apartment and went to the interview. When I got there the interviewer was really nice and told me how what was going to happen, I looked around and I didn’t see Tom anywhere which was off cause he’s never shows up late.

The Interviewer sat me down she asked me a couple of questions about how I knew Tom how we started dating, asked me about their music and everything. Then she asked this “Y/n I know this must be hard for you but would you ever want to try and works out thing with Tom?”

I swear I couldn’t hear her for a second I felt sick, I took a deep breath “I hope I can, him and I instantly click and at the end of the day I miss him heaps”. I said my voice cracking a bit, she nodded after a little while of what seemed like hours the interview was wrapped up and I was on my walking home till I heard someone yelling out to me.

I turned around. It was Tom he came up to me catching his breath it looked like he was gonna collapse Christ “Y/n I saw your interview and there’s so much I wanna say but I can’t say it here”. “Huh? What do you me-“ he put a hand over my mouth and handed me a piece of paper he smiled at me then walked away.

I watch tom walk away, as I grip the piece of paper in my hand once he’s out of sight I open the paper “meet at the lake at 6”- tom I look at the note confused as why he wanted to meet, I mean I’ve seen he has a girlfriend, but I shrug and I get into my car driving to our old spot.

I see Tom sitting on the hood of his car lighting up a cigarette. I park and get out walking up to him “hey” I say softly trying not to startle him “hey.. I wanna talk with you if that’s okay”, he says as he gets off the hood of his car throwing away his cigarette I nod letting him know that I’m listening. “listen I know you saw me with her but truly I didn’t want that to happen, I miss you I don’t know why I didn’t come back and went to go with her. I thought we were done but I miss you.” Tom says as his voice starts to crack.

I go to speak but Tom stops me, “I broke up with her..I wanna give us another try, you were my everything” he says as his eyes start to go glossy and so do mine. “alright I’ll give us another chance” Tom looks at me and a smile forms on his face as he grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug, putting his face in my neck.

“I love you so much meine liebe I promise this will never happen again” I nod as I listen to him pulling away as a tear drips down my cheek “I love you too” I whisper softly as I lean up and softly kiss his lips and lay my head on his chest.

A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed me and @bunniesthoughts loved making this go check her out!! once again thank you for helping me make this I couldn’t have done without you. Anyways bye cuties mwah <3

[gemini-sensei]

Surprise Twins | Poly!Robby x Reader x Tory Blurb

Fem!Chubby!Reader ○ this post (@sensei-venus) and this post ○ late night posting

Content: small-ish birth scene. (unedited)

Reader was tired but couldn't help smiling as her baby girl lay on her chest. Robby wiped the sweat from her forehead before giving her a small, short hug. He whispered a small "you did it," before kissing the side of her head. Tory was on her other side, quick to wipe a few tears from her eyes before they could fall; she couldn't believe this was happening, as if it weren't supposed to be real for her.

She looked up at Robby, who spared her a quick smile before they both looked back down at the tiny baby girl, who still needed to be cleaned up but was happily snuggled up to Reader. She was theirs and they couldn't believe it. How was she theirs?

Reader was pulled into the motherly role of rubbing her baby's back, smiling at her as she let a few tears brim in her eyes. It was beautiful.

Then a wave of labor pains returned and she groaned loudly, her belly tensing up. "Oh God, why does it still hurt?"

A nurse came over and took her daughter off her chest, calm and casual, ready to clean up their baby. "It's normal. The afterbirth still has to come out."

The doctor pulled on a pair of fresh gloves, snapping them as she took a seat at the end of the bed. "But don't worry, I'm going to help you. So let's see how things are going down here."

She lifted up the sheet to check on Reader, only to stare for a moment before calling a nurse over. At this, Robby and Tory grew worried and shared a look. They each took hold of Reader's hands to assure her and themselves that everything was okay. Everything had to be okay.

"What's wrong?" Reader asked before another wave of pain came through and she cried out, tears streaking her face. "Oh my god!"

On the other side of the room, with the raised volume, the baby began to fuss and cry too. It hurt Reader because upon hearing those little cries again she just wanted to take her baby into her arms and comfort her. However, she struggled with the pain and the commotion and everything suddenly ramped up again.

"Don't worry, Reader," the doctor said, keeping a calm voice. She looked up with startled eyes though and it didn't help calm Reader or her partners down. "But there's another baby on the way."

"What?" Tory and Robby exclaimed at the same time. They looked at each other.

"I didn't know there was another baby, did you?"

"No. Why the fuck would I know that if you didn't know that?"

Reader gripped their hands hard as the pain continued. "If you two don't stop, I'll- ahhhh! Just figure it out later!"

"Baby number two is coming," the doctor said. "Keep pushing, Reader! They're so close!"

So Tory and Robby shut up and supported their wife. After just a few pushes, Reader felt the pressure leave her body. She breathed a sigh of relief from the pain subsiding but couldn't fully relax again as she looked to the doctor, who held a smaller baby in her hands and patted her back. The seconds ticked by but it felt like forever before the baby started wailing, louder than their sister.

And Reader smiled again as the second baby was laid on her chest. She started crying as she held her second child. "Oh my god, hi there."

"It's another girl," the doctor told her.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing," Reader said.

Tory stood beside the bed stunned, in complete disbelief as she asked herself how she deserved two babies.

Robby started to silently cry as he watched them before he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned to find a nurse holding his oldest daughter, so he wiped his eyes and took her with a smile. He then eased himself to sit on the edge of the bed with her and brought her close to Reader, who was still crying about the whole miracle.

They only got a moment together before their youngest and smallest daughter, who was still wailing, was swept away to get washed up and dressed. She was soon returned to her mother's arms after she too was cleaned up and everything was wrapped up. No one cared how they ended up with two babies, two beautiful and tiny babies. The three just knew they loved them both so much.

Tory leaned over the bed, propped up on her elbow as their youngest held her finger. "She's strong. She'll be a real tough girl, I can already tell."

"With you as a mom, we already knew that," Robby joked lightly. He smiled as she threw him a playful glare.

Reader laid between them, tired but happy as can be. However, one thing weighed on her mind.

"We need another name," she said, knowing she was opening a can of worms she thought they'd already closed two months ago.

And thus began the process of picking a name for their second daughter, a task that had already proven difficult for the throuple in the past... but Reader was confident it would turn out okay.

[mysticficti0n]

goodbye... for awhile

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

warnings- swearing, fluffy, emotional, 16years old

words- 1.8k

a/n-I had this idea last night while watching something on insta so here's my go at it! just pretend thats you and Tom 🫡 and for when they preform in class for the lesson I know 'all I wanted' is a song by Paramore (love them sm) but lets say for the sake of this Y/n, Bill and Tom created it okay?

(editing B here may I say I cried while writing this... and editing this so if you ever need to cry, this has you covered)

I woke up and my mood dropped immediately, it was Friday which most people would be excited obviously- the weekend was on it's way, but the thought of today created a pit in my stomach, my last day with the Kaulitz twins, they were my best friends since we began at the school, Bill and I would meet up after lessons everyday and walk home together sometimes even staying at his for dinner, then Tom began hanging with us and 5 years later we've been all best friends and me and Tom started dating we were 14 and now we're 16 and only me, him, our parents, Bill and his other bandmates know about us- but after today....what was us going to become.

I got ready wearing some jeans, a top which tucked neatly to my sides and some shoes I got for my birthday, I decided to go simple with make up, I already was crying so I didn't need mascara dripping down my cheeks. I looked to the mirror and smiled taking a breath "honey?" my moms voice appeared around the corner and then her face with a small smile "oh sweetheart" she cooed walking in a wrapping her arms around me rubbing my back "I know you're gonna miss them, but I promise you'll see them when they're back- it's okay" I sighed to her shoulder letting my tears go down my face before we pulled away

"I'm just scared to be on my own mom and I'll miss them both so much and... I don't want them to leave but I know they have to" I breathed shakily trying to stop the cries before my mom spoke the bell rang making my heart sink instantly

"we'll talk after okay, lets go to them" I nodded grabbing my bag and walking down the stairs as she opened the door "oh boys" she sighed pulling the two for a hug "I'm so proud of you both but gosh we're going to miss you sweets, but you'll be amazing" she spoke pressing a kiss to both their cheeks, letting them out her arms and I finally looked to their faces which looked sadder and I just looked down and covered my face "talk to her boys" my mom said patting their shoulders and soon I felt hands wrap around me

"I'm gonna miss you two so much" I managed to say between my sobs "but I'm so excited for you, I just don't know what I'm gonna do without you guys" we all pulled away and I saw tears slipping from the brown eyed twins "I'm sorry" a small laughed left my lips

"making us cry Y/n" Bill grinned wiping his eyes "I just... I wish we could bring you along with us" he said while looking to Tom who was looking to me, I turned to him and saw tears streaming down his skin

"oh Tom-" I stood taking him into my arms letting his face go to the crook of my neck "its okay- you're okay"

"I-i'm gonna miss you so much" he whimpered to me his hands clinging to me "I don't wanna leave you Y/n" he whispered

"I know" I breathed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm going to watch all your interviews though, and anything I find of your band and I'll try come to a few shows I promise" Bill came over and hugged me along with his brother and my arms curled around the two as we all really excepted it was happening

"darlings- lets get a last photo together, for memories" my mom's smooth voice broke us apart and I stood between the two still crying with a painful hiccup every few seconds but smiling non the less "okay 1...2...3" the camera flashed a few times before she started to well up "beautiful, you... you three need to go to school no...now" her voice broke "Y/n I'll see you after and... oh boys" she sighed as the two came to her arms again "love you two so much"

"love you Y/M/N" they answered coming away and taking a breath "ready?" Tom looked to me giving his hand which I took and I said goodbye to my mom and walked out the house for the last time with them.

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1-3rd period flew by and three o'clock was near approaching, our last class together was music which is were we all first met, Tom was already sat at the table when me and Bill walked in from our last lesson and we pulled out chairs out from the desk "last hour" Bill spoke looking to his brother who nodded "I think we get to finish our pieces today- I need the paper" Bill rose and went to the teachers desk leaving me and Tom

"you okay?" I spoke shuffling my chair closer to him and he just shook his head "same, b..but we need to just enjoy this okay- I love you so much" I whispered hitting his leg with my foot

"love you too" a smile appeared to his lips as he playfully kicked me back laughing as I missed my shot "idiot" he spat seeing me huff in annoyance

"got the papers!" Bill cheered coming back and placing the sheet music in front of us, our song 'all I wanted', I was singing along with Bill who was playing the piano and Tom was doing acoustic guitar for the background "okay so we need to practise the end bit and Y/n you can do the 'you' bit okay the really long one" I nodded listening to him speak over what we both had to do, through his speech I felt Toms hand search under the table for mine so quickly when I realised I grabbed his palm and held it under the table giving him the 3 squeeze 'I...Love...you'

Time flew by and it got to our time to perform, we stood in from of our class and teacher who was smiling "before we begin, this is Tom and Bills last day with us before they leave to go on tour! congratulations boys so this people is like a free concert, along with Y/n of course" hearing another person say it was their last day hit my heart in a way I didn't know it could be hit and my eyes teared up "ready?" we all nodded and started our song , throughout the song I could feel a pair of eyes on my side, Tom who sat with a proud smile as I actually hit the note with a tear falling from my eye and then hearing gasps from the class

"all I wanted was you!" we ended and the crowd before us applauded, our teacher clapping too, we all hugged before going to our seats, me and Bill highfived as we sat down and I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes Tom through me a wink and then the bell sounded meaning time for last lesson where I'm with neither of the boys "I'll see you outside" I turned to the two who nodded and Bill was pulled into a conversation with our teacher and Tom turned to me

"we'll be picked up by this bus thing and Georg and Gustav will be in there so if you wanna say goodbye to them too you can" he smiled wrapping his one arm over my shoulders

"great more crying" I giggled leaning to his arm "I don't want you to go Tom" my voice was calm but inside I was falling apart already

"I don't wanna either... mhh- want me and Bill to walk you to your lesson for the last time? like the old times" he spoke changing the subject before we both started to cry again

"yeah...yes please"

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"have a good weekend everyone!" my teacher announced meaning it was our time to leave, I hurriedly grabbed my things and rushed out the room and sprinted down the corridor to the outside where I could see a mass of people and camera's pointed to two people and a tall man, fuck

"move! please move!" I shouted shoving the crowd as I realised it was Tom and Bill being escorted to the bus that was taking them away "BILL! WAIT BILL PLEASE WAIT" I screamed before finally getting out of the sea of bodies seeing him turn around to me and I rushed into his arms "I'm gonna miss you Bill- fuck I don't want you to leave me here, but do us all proud okay?"

I felt another pair of hands try to pry me away "excuse me ma'am" it was their bodyguard which Bill quickly brushed away before bringing me close again

"we will call- every day, I'll miss you so much- do us proud here too! you'll be amazing okay? come to our shows to see us, scream us I'll know its you okay?" I nodded as tears fell down our cheeks "bye Y/n/n" I sobbed hearing him say it

"bye Billy" I spoke before he let go and I saw Tom rush toward me and I just jumped to his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and crying into his skin "I love you so much Tom- I love you so so much, you'll do amazing out there, and call me okay- please call me my love and...and don't forget about me " I cried to him and I felt his chest stutter

"I will baby I promise I'll call every night, I'm so sorry we need to go, I love you so much my sweet girl, I promise I will visit when I can and I'm telling you now I wont forget you- how could I?" we pulled apart but still in each others arms "I love you so fucking much baby- so much"

"I love you Tom" we forgot about the crowd and our lips pressed together, it was a kiss I never wanted to leave because I knew leaving it meant I had to let go of him, my boy- I could taste our tears mixing on our lips as we breathed unsteadily before the horn of the car honked "you'll be so good out there... I love you Tom- I love you so much"

"fuck I love you so much Y/n"

we hugged once more before he climbed into the van, I quickly waved to Georg and Gustav who sat patting Tom's back as I watched him sob into his hands, Bill held a heart up as the engine purred awake "DO YOURSELF AND US PROUD AND I PROMISE I'LL COME SEE YOU GUYS- LOVE YOU SO MUCH" I yelled as the began to drive, Tom blew me a kiss before they began to speed up down the road and then they were gone and I just the tears slide down my face until mom showed up coming out the car and wrapping me in a hug "they're gone- they're gone mom" I welped

"I know darling- I know" she held me so tight and brushed the tears from my face "you'll see them again- all of them, and they'll make us all so happy- trust me"

[diomcsimon]

Being Scrooge McDucks twin ☕️

Head canons of what I imagine it would be like Scrooges twin.

Gn Reader

I want to mention that English isn't my first language and I am dyslexic so there might be a hand full of grammar mistakes.

🪙 You two most likely grew up close

🪙 So when Scrooge got his number one dime you refused to let him go without you

🪙 You two worked hard to where you two are now

🪙You two faced a lot of dangers together but with each other you guys were unstoppable

🪙 Then came the day when Della and Donald needed to be taken care of, you didn’t have a problem with this they were family after all

🪙 Well things happen and you for became a strong team that all sorts of mysteries around the world

🪙 when Della had here three eggs you became even more protective of her, tbh you probably saw her as a daughter in a way

🪙 When Scrooge told you about the spear of saline and how it was going to be a gift for Della, you were a bit unease

🪙 You knew that Scrooge wouldn’t allow harm to come to her but you also knew that Della was a curious woman and would find out sooner than later

🪙 So together you helped Scrooge build it but then Della found out about it and took it out for a test drive

🪙 You got a panicked call from Scrooge all you could make of it was “Della found it “ “she’s in a meteoroid storm” and that was all you needed to hurry your way to him

🪙 When you got there you saw Donald with the eggs heading out angrily and refusing to talk as you made your way further in there you saw Scrooge leaning over a counter of controls and a big screen only saying the words “signal lost”

🪙 You called out to Scrooge and when he turned to look at you your heart broke, he looked as if he had been crying for decades and was still panicking

🪙 Rushing into action you ran over to him comforting him and trying to understand what was going on

🪙 Together you search for Della spending enormous amounts of money but to no avail

🪙 You also tried to get in contact with Donald but he showed no interest in the dangerous life

🪙 When Beakly came around with baby Webby, you and Scrooge took them in and you made sure Webby felt at home and welcome in the machine

🪙 You made sure he knew he could come to you if things ever got too tough and you did send him some gift money and present to the boys from “ secret Santa”

🪙 So when one day you and your brother were coming home from work you were more than happy to see Donald in the driveway (unlike a certain someone)

🪙 You were more than happy to take care of the boys, even if it was just for a few hours

🪙 But Scrooge had other plans. When Scrooge but the kids in the old storage room you were ready to protest but Scrooge was quick to snap at you as well

🪙 Not wanting to anger him more you headed to your office to think

🪙 Wile in your office you heard sounds coming from the vents and the next thing you know four kids fall out of your ceiling vent

🪙 But to no surprise Webby is the firs one to jump up screaming "GOOD MORNIG Y/N"

🪙 Happy you greeted the kids before the were quick to run out, soon deciding to follow after them to make sure the don't get into too much trouble

🪙 Finding the kids looking around the garage

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Walking into garage I saw the kids looking at the neglect artifacts. I saw one of the triplets putting sticky notes. My attention is then brought to the one in blue, what was his name again? Oh yeah that's it Dewey. I see the painting that Dewey is looking at and feel a sting in my heart as I realize its the one with our old team on it. "It's fake" Louie says before I'm fast enough to protest Webby beats me to it " What no it's not right Y/N?" " It's true it's real I still remember that like it was yesterday " I say recalling the old memory.

"Oh come on are we really stupoustu believe that?" Dewey asked. As I wen't to answer he starter walking around wile pointing to different things clainig they were fake, I rushed after him worried hell get hurt. When he opens a chest with the ghost of a pirate.

Acting quickly I grabbed Dewey and guidet the others to cover. As I tride to think of a plan I see the triplets panicin "Hey it's going to be okey im going to take care of this, you four stay here until its safe"

Just when I was obout to jump into action I hear my brother yell " what in dismal downs is going on in here ?!" oh great now that. “What are you three doing out of your room?” He yelled to the kids "We've got this. There are four of us and three of them. If we, wait never mind, they teamed up" "Ah good, that means only one target" Scrooge said ready to lunch at the ghost. " No, get back your old!" Dewey yelled after him to no avail.

"Oi Beastie, what's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife?" Scrooge yelled pointing his cane at the ghost "The head of Scrooge McDuck!" it yelled "Would you settle for his hat ?" Scrooge asked launching at the ghost. " You kids stay here !" I yelled leaping out of the hiding spot.

"hey need help Scrooge ?" "Well I'm certainly not agains it"

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That's sorta all the motivation and ideas I have for now. I might make more later if I get motivation and ideas :))

[redheadspark]

hi! i’d love to request from the fluff prompt list! i’d love number 11 with azriel !!

have a nice day <3

A/N - Hello! I think this is going to be perfect for Azriel! Thanks for requesting, anon!

Easy

Summary - Azriel knows your pain, and he knows how to bring you peace because of that

Warnings - Angst and Fluff are mixed together in this one, but there is fluff I promise!

"Where is she?"

"In here,"

The door opened, and you were sitting against the wall of the small private library with your head in your hands and your knees drawn to your chest. The small sounds of sniffling and whimpering came from you as you finally looked up from your spot, seeing Azriel with Mor and Feyre right behind him. Azriel was staring at you, fondness and worry in his hazel eyes, his fingers wrapped around the door handle with a fierce grip and his shadows hovering right behind his wings ready to defend. But this was not about defending, it was about comfort.

And Azriel knew you needed comfort.

Feyre ushered Mor out of the way for you and Azriel to be alone, the silence was in the room as Azriel closed the door behind him. With a soft click, Azriel walked over to sit down next to you on the ground, knees touching yours and his shoulder touching yours, almost nuzzling your shoulder with some ease. You both said nothing for a long moment, you both just drank in each other's company as Azriel finally spoke for the first time he saw you on the ground in the library.

"It's today...isn't it?" He asked you tentatively. You nodded silently, feeling a bit more fresh tears hitting your cheeks and your fingers clutching your legs tightly.

You hated this anniversary, more than anything you hated it. 6 years ago you lost your twin brother to the battle against King Hybren, he was a soldier under Cassian's command, a fierce warrior that was devoted to Velaris. Being his twin, he forbad you for being on the front lines.

Even while you were mates of the Spymaster.

You didn't think about it all morning as you were doing your work as the chief financial officer for the High Lord and High Lady of Night Court. You were crunching numbers for them and figuring out where you could send money to the community center. One minute you were working away and getting ready to present the statements to Feyre, the next minute you thought of your brother and you felt your mind going blank.

Within moments, you were curled up in a ball on the ground and crying in heavy breaths and massive tears.

His death hit you hard, you never thought you would lose your brother in such a way. Azriel had to be the one to tell you the news, walking up to you as you waited to hear about what happened. You met him back in Velaris are you shared home, a small little loft you two got when you first got together as a couple and as mates. The first sign that you knew it was serious was the look in his eyes, how they were already broken before he said a word. Still sporting his leathers that were splashed in blood and dirt, Truth Teller strapped to his side on his leg, his fingers stained dark, seeing him alone was far too much. But all he did was take your hand, you feeling the blood touch your own porcelain fingers as he took in a heavy sigh.

Your heart broke, falling to the ground in a scream.

"Love of my life," Azriel cooed, reaching over to lace your fingers together and pulling you gently into his arms. You sighed, your head heavy on his chest and his arm around you gently. His muscles along your cheek, the slightly musk he had on his shirt from trainging and a brief shower, it calmed you instnatly. Even his shadows were licking along your arms and ankles to give you a sense of love and peace in this sensitive moment.

"Come with me, hon," He said to you as he helped you up from the ground then, wrapping his arm around you and walking with you out of the study, "Why don't we have some dinner and then have a tour of the garden that Elaine planted. I know it brightens your day,"

"Thank you, Azriel," You hummed, feeling him reach over to trace away the tears and kiss your nose, "I don't know what came over me--"

"Grief is a funny thing," Azriel gently interrupted you as you both walked down the hall over to the dining room, "Ive felt grief at one time too, as well as Rhsyand adn Feyre adn the rest of the Inner Circle. We all experience it in different ways, but the way we get past it is what makes us who we are in the end."

Azriel never minded talking to you about his mother and what he experienced as a child. You wished to take away that pain as much as you could since you felt he never deserved to feel that as a young child. But he was still strong, not just for Velaris and Night Court but for you as your mate.

So he was guiding you in how to overcome the grief.

When you walked into the dining room, the two chairs that were prepped and ready for you two were already pushed out and ready to be occupied. Two plates filled with your favorite comfort foods, along with a glass of water next to you, made your stomach grumble from breathing in the sweet aroma from the dinner. Azriel held your chair out to have you sit at the head of the table, pushing you in gently before sitting at your side with a small smile on his lips. You had to smile back, seeing Azriel work to help you gently and with patience instead of head-on and fast. He was used to working fast, needing to be on his toes and ready for a threat that could come.

Ever since you buried your brother, one day after Rhysad made the anniversary of the battle a national day of remembrance, you were in a haze of sorts. You didn't feel like you were even in your own body, almost like a ghost as the rest of Velaris started in their healing and moving on with their lives. How could you move on? Your twin was tethered from you from the moment you came out of the womb. He looked out for you when your parents died, and although you had your mate and the inner circle with you, you felt alone.

Yet Azriel stayed.

He made sure you ate, little bits at a time and that you were eating things that were filling and healthy at the same time. Rhysand didn't give him any spying duties at that time, knowing Azriel would not leave your side at any moment while you were overwhelmed and grieving. He even made you a room at The House of Wind, away from distractions adn the chos of Velaris so that you had the space and all the time you needed. Azriel would walk with you around the house and the balcony to get you moving and functioning, he would read to you while you bathed in the master bthroom in the crawl tub, and hold you in bed as you cried in your sleep.

It took some time, but you were healing.

Now 5 years later, you still had those moments. You were in a better place for certain, finding things to make you occupied and bring you joy again. Azriel was your main supporter, along with The High Lord and Lady and the rest of your Inner Circle friends. But there were still moments that made you break your heart all over again, and you were in that bad headspace. The same headspace when you heard about your brother being killed.

Yet those moments were overshadowed by Azriel's love for you and his devotion to you. Even before you were grieving and when your brother was alive, Azriel loved you beyond reason. You both loved each other's company and how you brought out the best in one another, kissing for the first time under the full moon of Winter Solstice when you were invited to the Inner Circle's celebration that night as his date and guest. Azriel was nervous to bring you, High Lord Rhysand and Cassian only knew you as the mysterious girl that had Azriel weak at the knees. But after the party and when you two left to head home, they both knew you two were meant for one another.

Azriel asked your brother for your hand in marriage, not that you needed your twin's permission to marry someone. But he knew you and your bother were thick as thieves and your bother wanted nothing but the best for you. Your brother agreed, but he left Azriel with one request:

"Take care of her? She deserves the world,"

"You have my word,"

Your stomach was nice and full with the delicious dinner that had suddenly vanished in front of you, being replaced with a plate filled with cookies that were fresh and warm to the touch, along with two tall glasses of milk. You sighed with a massive smile, knowing the House of Wind knew that you craved and adored freshly baked cookies as the ideal comfort treat. Taking a small drink from your milk and feeling the ice-cold drink go down your throat, you took the plate in your hand and stood up, Azriel following suit as you both made your way away from the dining room and out onto one of the smaller terraces that overlooked Velaris below.

The twinkling lights from the city paled in comparison to the scattering of stars high above, the three brightest stars over the tall mountaintop right behind the House of Wind, and the small drops of blue and purple touching the sunset sky. It was the perfect spring evening, and the sweet scents of the blossoms were filling your nose.

Elaine made a garden on a small terrace near the main balcony, the small patch of grass was surrounded by beds of flowers and herbs that were both to look at and for practical use. You helped Elaine plant it, her thought of having a small little area to sit in and reconnect to the earth was much needed in the House of Wind. This was the first time you would be here with Azriel, Nesta would read out on the wooden bench from time to time, Feyre would bring Nyx out to play with the small bumble bees that buzzed along the tops of the daisies, and Elaine would come to trim and maintain the herbs that she would take in the kitchen and use in her baking.

Now it was your turn to have your time there with Azriel.

You both sat on the bench, plate of cookies in the middle and you two munching on the cookies from time to time, and you were drinking in the peace of the night that was rolling through Velaris.

"These are rather good," You hummed as you took another bite from the cookie in your hand, "I wonder how Elained baked them,"

"What makes you think she baked them?" Azriel asked in amusement as you rolled your eyes.

"You know what I mean," You replied, "The House must have snooped on her baking them once and copied her recipe,"

"Oh really?" Azriel asked in a challenging tone, a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. You had to chuckle, Azriel dusted off his pants and was about to get up from the bench, "Let me go ask her now. Elaine!"

"No!" You stopped him from calling out to get Elaine from inside the house. You shot up and grabbed him, putting your hand over his mouth and hearing him chuckle against your lips as he wrapped his arms around you quickly and with security. He licked your palm, you huffing as you moved your hand away in time for him to kiss you right on the lips.

Azriel knew how to bring you out of the darkness, how to have you find your way out of the grief and into the joy you had deep inside of you. Those moments of joy with Azriel overshadowed the pain ten-fold, you two laughing together and holding each other close. Azriel gently pulling you into your arms to dance with you while listening to the radio, eating meals together, and joking about past stories and past memories. He was always your joy, and it would never face.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[bangtanhoneys]

Yoongi & Grace: Future's Gonna Be Okay

It was nice to not have many plans now his military service had been announced. His tour across the world with his solo trilogy albums was completed, his tattoo was revealed, he had seen his brothers and now the healing could truly begin. Of course, he had seen the news blow up on Twitter and ARMY’s response.

‘Couldn’t have Big Hit even us more than 24 hours? We’re not recovering from the concert.’

‘First Yoongi breaks my heart by crying and now he does this? What the hell SUGA?!’

But it is what it is.

It has to be done.

It had been great to have dinner with all six of the boys and Grace. Of course, she wasn’t going to miss out on seeing his last concert and he knew she had been backstage, ready to take the mic from Adora in case she needed to jump in to cover the tracks he couldn’t get through. As much as he struggled, he got through those three tracks even with tears and snot covering his face.

He loved her for that. That she was always there, ready to jump in. She did it for everyone.

It was also nice to see the family dynamics at play again with Seokjin & Grace reunited, Jungkook reunited with his adopted parents, Jimin back with his sister, and Taehyung back with his partner in crime. How they controlled the grown-up maknae line with gentle prods. How they soothed an anxious Namjoon and a bouncing Hobi.

Yoongi had the chance to sit back and watch it all, surprised he missed the feeling even after living alone for the past couple of years.

Now he would be the next one to leave.

And he knew what it was like for Grace to say goodbye to Seokjin and Hobi.

Now she would have to say goodbye to her twin.

It was always joked that Yoongi and Grace were two cats in a pod. The near enough same personality, the cool exterior but the massive warmth underneath. How they would do anything for anyone. Yoongi’s shadow. Grace’s bodyguard. Yoongi’s safe place. Grace’s go-to.

Four more to go, another four to say goodbye to. All while prepping for her own solo career and world tour.

Of course, he found her in the practice room, the layout of the stage printed on paper and stuck on the mirror for everyone to memorise. The set list (which was changing every week) was printed up on the wall with handwritten notes from Grace, their performance director, choreographers and even the dancers.

Notes of costumes were on another wall with approval stamps from Balmain and Louboutin, more notes from the stylist team.

The whole floor at HYBE had been dedicated to Grace’s solo career with Bang’s office right at the end, the one spearheading the whole thing. Grace’s own team, now currently nicknamed the Queen’s Guard, was spread across other rooms. Yoongi was proud of her, in more ways than one.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said as he closed the door behind him and found Grace sitting on the floor, dance practice clothes on but covered in sweat, looking up at the setlist.

“Are you changing your mind again?” he then asked, sitting down next to her while handing over a large mug of tea and a doughnut.

“No, it’s pretty much finalised. There’s just a couple of tweaks to make with each stop but I’ve got a plan for that,” she smiled as she gratefully took the offered items and wrapped her hands around the mug.

Of course, a lot of it had been hidden away from the boys as she wanted it to be a surprise for everyone including ARMY. So many surprises were coming their way that it was going to be a rollercoaster month starting from November and all the way through to when they came back together in 2025.

“How are you feeling now the notice has been put up?” Grace asked, nudging Yoongi to look at her.

“It’s a relief. It’s hard and it’s worrying but Seokjin-hyung and Hobi have done alright. And the military have been informed of my shoulder so we’ll take it day by day. How are you feeling?” he turned the question onto her, turning his head to fully look at her.

“Four more to go,” she muttered with a dry laugh. “I agree with ARMY when they say the quicker you all go, the quicker you get back. And I do feel that. But not seeing you all for at least eighteen months is hard. Jungkook’s is going to be the worst.”

“Well, he is your baby after all.”

He grinned at the look he got and took the doughnut back, breaking it in half so he could have some.

“But you’re going to do well. ARMY is going to explode with all the things you’ve got planned and I’m sure Seokjin is going to be with you when he comes back for most of your tour, or he’ll at least try to be. And I’ll be keeping up to date with it all,” Yoongi said around a mouthful of the doughnut which Grace tutted at.

“I know. I suppose I’m kind of getting used to the idea I’ll be on my own but not fully. I know you all will be watching and supporting. But it would be nice to have you all there anyway.” Grace finished off her tea and set the mug on the floor, letting out a long sigh.

The two stayed silent as Yoongi finished off the doughnut he brought. They stayed like that for a few minutes until he pushed himself up, brushed down his hands and held out his hands for his sister to take.

“Come on, Gigi. Let’s go for dinner, my treat.”

Grace took hold of her younger brother’s hand and let him pull her up, giving her a quick but tight hug.

“Oh yuck, I’m covered in sweat now.”

“I’ve got more dancing than you to do. All you did was stand there and bounce around.”

“Bounce around? Did you see me sweating?”

“I saw you standing there yelling shibal for the world to repeat.”

“Aish.”

[xyvyl]

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 | Modern Family x teen! M! reader

Summary: Nobody said meeting your new family was easy. It's really awkward.

Starts in season one, Cameron and Mitchell have already adopted Lily. Does not follow the events completely.

Word count: 762

Warnings: None

Pronouns used: he/they

Type: Part one

Prologue | Part two

MasterLink

“And this is your room.” Mitchell, my adopted father showed me around the house almost the second I got inside. Not that I mind of course, but I did leave my bags in the car.

The rooms that Mitchell showed me was in reasonable size and could easily fit a twin sized bed and dresser. The walls were an off white and the floor was made out of wood.

After I thanked Mitchell, Cameron came inside, struggling with my bags. “Here let me help you!” I exclaimed and took two bags from Cameron’s hands.

Suddenly, I heard crying over in the other room. Mitchell and Cameron didn’t seem to notice yet, so I decided to check it out.

When I opened the door to the source of the noise, I saw a two month old baby, laying in her crib. I didn’t really pay much attention to the wall mural.

“Shh, shh, what’s wrong?” I checked her diaper, nothing, “Are you hungry? Let’s go get something for you.” When I turned around with the baby in my arms, Mitchell and Cameron were standing in the doorway, smiling at us. “I see you’ve met Lily.” Mitchell spoke.

I looked at the baby, “You’re the infamous Lily?” I tickled her belly slightly, making her laugh. Cameron approached, gently taking Lily from my arms and walking towards the kitchen. “Hey, uhm, Y/N? I hope you don’t mind, but I arranged a family brunch tomorrow. With everyone. I hoped you could maybe get to know your new family members?” I smiled and replied, “ Of course, I’d love to!” I gave Mitchell a hug, which he returned great fully.

The day went by quick, I unpacked some of my stuff and Cameron and I put together my bed and dresser.

When the next day arrived, I was more nervous than I anticipated.

The car pulled up at a big house, making me even more nervous.

"Okay, here we are! Ready to meet your family?" Cameron asked me excitedly. I nodded, not being able to speak. We stepped out of the car and Cameron got Lily out too, cooing at her.

"You'll be fine. My dad might be a bit, difficult. But you won't have to worry about the rest." Mitchell briefed me on the family. I nodded, "Hey," I hesitated, was I really about to ask this? Already? "What do I call you and Cameron?" Mitchell stopped walking and asked pulled Cameron to the side, discussing what I think was the question that I just asked.

The door opened and a woman stood in the doorway. "You guys have been here for five minutes, but haven't come in yet! What's wrong?" I noticed the Spanish accent, but didn't comment on it.

"Coming!" Mitchell called out, "You can call us whatever you're comfortable with." He told me and walked to the woman in the doorway, I soon followed with Cameron and Lily.

"Hey! Gloria!" Mitchell greeted and Gloria hugged him. "Oh? Who's this?" Gloria asked, eyeing me up and down.

"Gloria, this is Y/N, our son." Cameron introduced me. Gloria was BEAMING with a smile and pulled me into a hug, almost suffocating me.

"Gloria! You gonna stand there all day and keep that door- Who's this?" An older man came out of the house after Gloria let me go from the hug. "Oh dad! This is Y/N.." Mitchell seemed hesitant to introduce me, which I understand, his father didn't seem very easy to talk to.

"We adopted him, he is our son." Cameron finished. "Hm.. Jay Pritchett, so you're Y/N?" "Yes sir. I am, indeed, Y/N" Not gonna lie, I was pretty nervous to meet him. After what Mitchell and Cameron said, I was BEYOND terrified.

"Good kid." THAT WAS ALL?! That's fine, that's fine. So all I did was nod.

When everyone went inside, I obviously followed.

"Mitch! Hey!" A woman who I think is Claire, now my aunt. "Who is this?"

"I'm Y/N, Ma'am." I replied, "Oh, he's well behaved." Claire complimented. "Yeah, they've been like that since he moved in with us." Cameron joked.

"Oh? Who's this?" A new voice joined in the conversation, "Oh Y/N this is-" "Hi, I'm Haley!" Haley cut Claire off, to which she looked VERY offended.

"Okay let's gather around everybody! We have someone that we want to introduce!" Mitchell and Cameron gathered everyone in the living room, "Say hi.." Cameron egged me on, "Hi I'm Y/N, Mitchell and Cameron's new son and Lily's older brother."

After I introduced myself it went all quiet.

Nobody said a thing.

[soulofapatrick]

It’s Yours - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Tommy’s baby but you panic and turn to Joel for help which gives Tommy the wrong idea when he finds out

Words: 1.5k 

Warnings: angst and eventual fluff

Y/N’s POV

My heart is in my throat when I pound my fist on Joel’s door, only stopping when the door flies open to reveal a panicked and bedhead Joel, his honey eyes wide until he sees it’s just me. Concern and worry replaces his features as he takes in my dishevelled and tear stained appearance, ushering me inside then wrapping me up in his bigs strong arms once he’s made sure the front door is closed behind us. The smallest amount of comforting is all it takes for the damn to break and I’m sobbing, not crying but full on chest hurting sobbing and Joel’s leading me to the couch to calm down. 

“Now sweetheart, what’s gotten you in such a state?” He asks, holding my face in his hands and thumb brushing away new tears that spill from my eyes. I have to take a deep breath and I try to speak but nothing happens so I grip one of his wrists and guide it to my stomach. He looks down at his hand splayed over it and eyes widen again as he asks, “Does Tommy know?” 

“I don’t know how to tell him I’m pregnant with his kid.” I choke out and Joel just pulls me into another hug, rocking me calmingly as he begins humming a song from his past. It’s always helped me relax and soon enough I can breathe properly again but I don’t remove myself from his arms. I’ve been close with the Miller brothers ever since I came to Jackson, so close everyone thought they were both banging me which… no. Joel is definitely attractive in his own way but he’s a brother figure to me, he’s the person I go to when I need help with something I wouldn’t be able to explain to Tommy. Joel and I are flames likened to the harsh world out there and we can relate to each other, having been protectors of someone younger and getting them here safely. We had to step up and be protectors and alike is all we are. Two parallel lines and nothing more, platonic soulmates or twin flames if you believe in those things. 

Tommy on the other hand? We were drawn together in another way, our paths needing to cross. It wasn’t long after I came to Jackson that we had begun falling into bed with each other, ignoring the obvious feelings we had for each other until Joel had gotten fed up with me turning up to his crying. Joel had sat me and Tommy down and refused to let us leave until we had addressed the feelings and it worked because after that it wasn’t just sex or we weren’t hiding from everyone what went on behind closed door. Congratulations were said and a few ‘finally’s when we told people we were dating. Soon enough I moved from my small bungalow into his house with him and we gained a routine, slipping into it so easily neither of us really noticed it at first. 

“I’ll be here for as long as you need but you can’t keep it from him Y/N. He needs to know he’s going to be a father.” Joel tells me, smoothing down my hair and making me look him in the eyes, waiting for me to acknowledge that I understand and that he’s right so I just give him a small nod. I’m barely able to process that I’m carrying a child that is be mine and Tommy’s so how will he react when he finds out? Oh fuck, I’m scared, Joel’s nodding towards the spare room, “Get some sleep and we’ll talk more in the morning.” 

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Joel and I did not in fact discuss it in the morning as I was not in the right mental state to  have him corner me and speak logic that would have me hanging my head in defeat and telling Tommy. Joel found me on the floor of his kitchen, eating a tub of ice cream and crying, looking up at him with guilt in my eyes when he stood there with his hands on his hips and a soft fondness in his eyes when he shook his head. “I’m not ready to tell Tommy.” He’s so bright and full of sunshine and I don’t want to lose that. I’ve seen the shift in moods and attitudes between others in Jackson when they found out they were expecting and were going to bring up a child in a world like this. Then again they never got to see the beauty of the world that was beyond these four walls protecting Jackson, of the lush fields and the beauty of nature taking her rightful place in cities. Despite the world being ravished by infected there pockets of peace and breathtaking wonder and most in Jackson never get to see it, too scared to leave the walls but they should. At least once. 

The next time Joel saw me was at the Tipsy Bison where I was sat with Tommy, Ellie, Jesse and Dina. He slid into the booth next to Ellie and flicked his eyes at Tommy quickly but I just shake my head slightly. No, I haven’t told Tommy yet that there is a tiny child growing inside me that is equal parts me and him. It’s scary and Maria’s placing a beer in front of me that Joel is snatching away quicker than anyone can react. The questioning looks and the suspicious glare from Tommy has a wave of nausea washing over me and I’m stumbling out of the booth and out of the Tispy Bison. The freezing winter air hitting me and I don’t get much further away before I’m bending over and hurling into the snow, the nausea being my enemy the last three weeks. 

Gentle and familiar hands begin rubbing my back and holding me hair out of my face, Joel making sure I’m okay before the door of the Tispy Bison slams open to reveal a fuming Tommy. He’s pissed, looking between me and Joel and eyes falling to the way my hand is settled protectively over my belly and that anger is replaced with pain. 

“YOU’RE FUCKING MY BROTHER? HE’S GOT YOU KNOCKED UP, HASN’T HE?” Tommy’s practically screaming and I’m flinching, placing a hand on Joel’s arm when the dumbass tries to stand between me and Tommy protectively not realising that would make it so much worse. Instead, I cautiously make my way over to my fuming partner, a pained sound leaving my throat when he flinches away from my hand brought up to cup his cheek and he spits out, “No, don’t fucking touch me.” 

“Thomas James Miller, now you listen here,” I use the sternest voice I can and grab his face, forcing him to look at me and swallowing back the lump trying to clog my throat at the tears simmering in his cognac eyes, “Joel is just a brother to me and honestly, eww, I’d never hit that,” Joel lets out an indignant sound but doesn’t interrupt, “Tommy, the child I’m carrying… it’s yours and I couldn't be more happier it’s yours.” 

“Mine?” His eyes flick from my face to my stomach and back, his hands flailing somewhat as he doesn’t know what to do so I grab his wrists and place both of his hands to my stomach. A choked sound leaves his lips and he’s surging forwards, drawing me into a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. It’s sweet and hot at the same time, full of love and passion that has me gasping for more when he pulls away but he’s sinking to his knees in the snow. He’s pushing up my shirt and jacket to stare at my currently flat belly, too early for any signs to physically show. 

“Tommy.” My voice catches in my throat at the sight of him, face open and full of love, it’s a little overwhelming but nothing I could ever want to change. He leans towards my stomach and presses a kiss there before whispering how he’s gonna protect us and keep us safe and be the best dad he can and I think I break down right then and there as the next thing I know is I’m also on my knees in the snow and Tommy’s hugging me, both of us crying. 

“Saps.” Joel snorts but there’s warmth to his tone and I know from this moment onwards everything is going to work out. 

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[boston-babies]

(The five times the Evans celebrated Vday and the one time they didn’t) *unfinished version*

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You walked into the small kitchen to find five year old Ryan crying his little eyes out, two very confused looking twins in their height chairs and Chris desperately trying his hardest to not laugh. Your brow furrowed “what’s going on?” Chris took a breath “Ryan wanted you to be his valentine today but I told him you couldn’t be his valentine because you’re my valentine today”

Your heart melted as you knelt down to Ryan’s height and held your arms out. He ran right to you and wrapped his little arms around your neck. “Aw honey, it’s okay” you rubbed his back and kissed the top of his head “don’t listen to daddy, he’s just being a meanie. I would absolutely love to be your valentine today”. He hiccuped as he pulled back and rubbed his eyes with his little hands “weally mama?” You pulled him back in for another hug because you could feel your heart ready to explode “yes really buggie”

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Eleven year old Dani peeked over Brayden’s shoulder to see what he was writing, it was a letter to Thea. She giggled and quickly snatched it from her brother. Brayden stood “give it back Danica!”

Dani ran around to the other side of the kitchen island “dear Athena, I think you’re so so pretty and I love you so much, would you go to the Valentine’s Day dance with me?”

Ryan snorted his water “you wrote a love letter to Athena Milanesi?” Brady snapped “yeah so what?! And how do you know Thea?” Ryan laughed “her sister’s in my math class” Brayden’s eyes widened “please don’t say anything! I’m begging you!” Ryan nodded “what kind of a brother do you think I am? I wouldn’t sell you out like that”

Dani giggled some more as she took a pen and added to the letter “signed your future husband, Mr. Milanesi” Brayden growled and chased Dani around the island. Chris walked in a few moments later “woah what the hell is going on here?” Brayden and Dani stopped, she was still laughing and Brady was huffing, completely out of breath. “Dani-she took a letter-I was writing and she won’t give it back”

Chris looked sternly at Dani “hand it over piglet” She pouted and dragged her feet over to Chris and handed him the letter. She looked over at Brayden and stuck her tongue out at him “tattle tale” Brady stuck his tongue out back “whiny brat”

Chris raised his voice “enough! Both of you, go to your corners” Dani walked back over to Ryan and stood next to him and Brayden stayed next to Chris. Chris folded the letter up and handed it back to Brady “I want you to apologize to Brady piglet” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms “fine, Brady I’m sorry for taking your love letter to Athena” Brady’s eyes widened “Danica!”

Chris sighed “alright, Dani go to your room” she stomped her foot “that’s not fair!” Chris shook his head “I don’t care, when you’re ready to give an actual apology to your brother then you can come back downstairs”

She growled and stomped off to her room. Ryan cleared his throat while leaning his elbows on the island “Brady I’d hold off on giving that letter to Thea”. Brady put the letter in his pocket “why?” Ryan sighed “because she has a boyfriend dude”. Chris and Ryan saw Brady visibly deflate. Chris put his hand on Brady’s shoulder “sorry kid” Brady just shrugged “we’re probably better off as friends anyway”. Ryan tried cheering him up “hey who knows Brady, stranger things have happened. Just give it some time and you and Thea might end up together” Brady sighed “yeah I guess..”

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Chris opened the front door to find a boy. One that wasn’t one of his son’s or son’s best friends. He narrowed his eyes “can I help you?” The kid visibly gulped “I um..I’m here for Danica?” Chris arched a brow “my daughter? What do you want with my little girl?”

Fourteen year old Dani came barreling down the steps “oh my god stop being weird! You’re so embarrassing!” She maneuvered around her father to stand in front of him and smiled at the boy “hi Jason” Jason smiled back “hey..” He got quiet again when he noticed Chris still glaring at him from behind Dani. She turned around “go away” Chris crossed his arms “absolutely not”

“Go away or I’ll tell mom!” He put his hands on his hips and scoffed “you’re going to tell on me to your mom?” She nodded “sure am because you’re being weird!” Jason spoke up “um Dani?” She turned to face him “Jase I’m so sorry” he laughed “it’s okay, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the valentines dance with me tonight?”

Just as Dani was about to say yes, Chris pulled her back and stood in front of her “absolutely not, thanks for stopping by but don’t come back” Chris shut the front door and when he faced Dani, she looked like she was going to explode. Chris pointed at her with a stern expression “don’t even think about it Danica”. She screamed so loud that Chris had to plug his ears “MOM!!!”

You came running to the foyer from your office “what’s going on? What happened?” Dani faced you and she was fuming “Jason was here to ask me to the valentines dance and daddy shut the door in his face” your eyes widened “Jason asked you?” Dani whined “yes and daddy scared him off!”

Chris furrowed his brow “you know this Jason kid?” You looked at him “yes, he’s one of the boys on the lacrosse team that Dani likes”

He made a face “why do you know that?”you crossed your arms “Because the kids actually talk to me about their lives smart ass” he shook his head “my answer’s still no. He looks at least seventeen and he didn’t even ask my permission and she doesn’t need to be dating a jock” Dani rolled her eyes “he’s a freshman like me Daddy” he shrugged “don’t care”.

She stomped her foot “you’re being so unfair right now!” He took a breath “piglet, I don’t want you going out with boys yet” she growled “ugh I’m not a little girl anymore and I’m not your little piglet! That nickname is stupid and I hate it!” You saw the hurt flash in Chris’ eyes and you pulled Dani back a bit by her shoulders “okay, take a breath honey. Go outside and see if you can still catch Jason and tell him you’d love to go, I’ll handle daddy okay?”

She mumbled a “fine” and headed outside to catch Jason. Chris rubbed his face “she’s not suppose to grow up, she’s suppose to stay four years old forever” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your head on his chest “honey you have to give her room to grow, if you keep her locked away from the world she’ll only end up resenting you for it. She’ll always be your piglet though”

He rested his chin on the top of your head “yeah I know..” you giggled and pulled back to look at him “I knew having a girl would be harder for you than the boys” he rolled his eyes “yeah because I don’t have to worry about the boys as much” you just laughed “considering that all three are exactly like you, I’d worry plenty” and with that you walked away and Chris hollered after you “what’s that suppose to mean?”

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Brayden flopped on his bed in his shared room with Brandon “so, this is your first Valentine’s Day with Will, you excited?” Brandon was sitting at his desk and turned from his laptop to face Brady “yeah but I’m also really nervous”. Brady scrunched his face “why?” Brandon shrugged “it’s over zoom and not exactly romantic and what if he’s met someone or doesn’t feel the same anymore?”

Brady sat up “Bran, the whole world is on lockdown from a pandemic. Who is Will going to meet?” Brandon threw his hands up “I don’t know but it’s possible!” Brady shook his head with a smile “dude, you need to take like several deep breaths and chill out. You and Will are fine. He likes you and you like him and I’m willing to bet that one day you two are going to be married living your best lives” Brandon smiled “you think?” Brady nodded “I know”.

[winter-soldier-101]

Did you really think I loved you? Part 4

Word count:1021

One year after the twins were born Aemond has been out of their lives since the day they came into this world and it made (Y/N)’s heart break.

“(Y/N) we have some guests coming here soon,”Alicent says, while playing with Aemon.

“Who is coming?”(Y/N) asks Alicent.

“Lord Stark and his sister and some northerners, you must be happy to see him again. You were great friends before your marriage to Aemond”Alicent tells (Y/N).

(Y/N) looks over at Alicent and smiles and she can’t wait to see him and maybe get to hold him one more time before he has to leave.

The arrival

(Y/N) looks out the window as Cregan's carriage pulls up to a stop and he walks out with Rickon in his arms and his sister comes out after him (Y/N) let’s out a happy cry and gets dressed and dresses the twins

“I’m sorry the King couldn’t make it outside. He is very sick and my children are very busy and the lady (Y/N) is with her children now but she should be here soon,”Alicent tells Cregan and welcomes everyone to come inside and show them their rooms.

“(Y/N) has children now”Cregan says to himself and he feels his heart break a little bit.

(Y/N) walks out as everyone is already inside and sees Cregan standing there with Rickon in his arms and she just runs into his arms and takes Rickon and kisses his little chubby cheeks and he giggles at her and pulls on your hair a little.

“I’ve missed you both so much”(Y/N) cry’s out and gives Rickon back to Cregan and hands him a large letter and tells him she will see him later on and to read the letter when he is alone in his chambers with Rickon.

“My lady the twins are ready to go to sleep”Ser Edwards tells (Y/N).

Cregan makes his way into his chambers and closes the door and locks it after putting Rickon down and opens the letter (Y/N) gave him to see a map of a secret passageway from his room to your room Cregan waits till everyone is sleeping to make his way to your room he pushes the door open and gets Rickon and makes to your room and opens the other passageway door and sees you sitting in the bed with the twins and he makes his way over to you.

“Look Rickon it’s mommy and look you have a brother and a sister to play with now”Cregan whispers to him and sets him down near the twins and kisses your forehead softly.

“I’ve missed you both so much” (Y/N) says getting up and kisses Cregan softly and lets out a small cry.

“I’ve missed you to my love”Cregan says pulling you in for another kiss.

“I’ve told him all about you and I’ve read him your letters”Cregan says pulling you to the babies.

“How long will you be here in King's Landing?” (Y/N) asks, looking up at Cregan.

“We will be here for a week and I want to spend as much time together as we can and I want Rickon to know his siblings,”Cregan says, pulling (Y/N) close to his chest.

“This is Daenys and this is Aemon” (Y/N) tells Cregan.

“I want to be with you Cregan I can’t stand being here without you and Rickon I need you both in my life and know I have Daenys and Aemon and there dragons and I just want to be a family with you my love”(Y/N) says holding Cregan close.

“I wish we could be together and just run away together my love but we can’t right now Aemond rides the largest dragon in the world and he would not hesitate to burn everything and everyone I love and care about I could live with myself if that were to ever happen”Cregan says kissing (Y/N)’s lips softly and holding you close afraid to let you go.

“I know we can’t be together now and I do not want people to die for our love as much as I want all of us to be a family we can’t have right now ”(Y/N) says letting out a small sob.

A knock at the door makes them pull away from each other and (Y/N) looks at Cregan and tells him to take Rickon and hide in the passageway till she gets them.

“Who is it?”(Y/N) asks from behind the door.

“My lady it’s Prince Aemond”Ser Edwards answers out waiting for (Y/N) to answer back or open the door.

(Y/N) unlocks the door and lets Aemond in and he closes the door behind him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been away, my mother has me going all over and I’ve missed you and the twins”Aemond says, kissing your lips softly.

“Aemond I’ve missed you so much but I was going to bed soon and I have to get up with the twins and they like to wake up early”(Y/N) tells Aemond

Aemond looks over at the twins and sees them asleep and turns back to you and kisses your lips softly.

“I’ll be back soon and when I get back I’ll fill you up and give you another babe”Aemond says, giving you one last kiss before leaving your room.

(Y/N) runs and opens the passageway door and letting Cregan walk by he moves over to the bed and lays Rickon down next to Daenys and Aemon and falls asleep with them.

Cregan moves back over to you and kisses your lips softly and pulls you up against the wall and kisses down your neck and he pulls at your nightgown and rips it off your body as he quickly pulls off his own clothes.

“Cregan please I need you I want you to make love to me please” (Y/N) whispers out into his ear pulling him close and kisses him.

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[leggerefiore]

Koraidon!Sada argues that Reader should be with the Slither Wing!Twins for her research while Miraidon!Turo argues that Reader should be with the Iron Moth!Twins for his research and suddenly Emolga!Elesa shows up! With a steel chair! Arguing that Reader should be with the Volcarona!Twins because they are cute together!

I should write for elesa again

her shipping twins with their partners is my favourite thing

Emolga Elesa! Also Got Stuck Entering Paldea!

“My research is surely going to be more fruitful since my hybrids come from organic and biological means with observable behaviour patterns that comprehensible to us!” Sada argued with her fellow scientist.

“That is your bias at play! The Iron Moths are biomechanical… There is a level of biological processes at play and I wish to see them for myself,” Turo snapped back at the woman who was desperately trying to make herself seem larger than she actually was. Both of the dragon type hybrids always seemed at each other's throats due to the different areas of interest in their work, no matter how similar they actually were over all.

You stood there in the lab after being separated from the Volcarona hybrids. Running down to the bottom of the crater may have seemed like a good idea at first, but it actually just made everything worse. The weird hybrids, now called Slither Wings for the prehistoric ones and Iron Moths for the futuristic ones, stood behind each professor with their eyes glued to you. They had first taken you back up to the grassier part of the crater, but then settled into an argument with each other after their preferred Paradox hybrids appeared.

Everything here was absolutely terrifying, admittedly.

Well… That was until you looked up and saw something sparkle before gliding down with intense speed from the top of the crater. Even the scientists stood stunned by this entrance. A woman crashed down perfectly on her feet and shot a glare at both of them. Her perfectly manicured hands were pressed tightly to her hips. It was no mystery who stood before you. Elesa, followed by the Volcarona twins, looked ready to brawl with the crater dwellers.

“Nope!” Elesa's voice called out against them, “These two are the best because they're, like, totally cute with each other! Seriously, Ingo gets this adorable blush when they talk with him! And Emmet clings to them with such sweet eyes!” You felt mortified by her response but accepted it nonetheless. If it had to be anyone, it best be the two from the modern era. The three-way stand off began.

… And the ended when a young Cyclizar hybrid came running out of nowhere and crying for the professors' attention, with a dog pokemon following behind him.

Now, both the professors looked mortified.

[evesaintyves]

The Night of the Brown Bananas

@hinnyfest prompt #11: Nightmares

Harry/Ginny, Rated T, 2973 words, domestic fluff and domestic angst

Ginny and Harry finally move into their first flat together, but their new life isn't exactly what Ginny expected. A postwar Hinny slice of life.

i started this as a gift for the lovely @hinnyfied (hbd), but it got a bit out of hand 🫠 read it here (it's long lol) or on AO3 💛🤎🖤

All that was left was Ginny's old canvas school satchel and her overnight bag. She stood next to them in her empty room, chewing her thumbnail. She and Harry had wrestled her old trunk and her cardboard boxes downstairs together by hand, which had earned Harry a snivelly hug from Mum and an equally-snivelly handshake from Dad. Ginny was sure she was in for a whole rainstorm of crying when she showed up downstairs with her bags on her shoulders.

Strange how much bigger her room looked without all her things in it. A spiderweb waved loose in the corner where it had once been attached to her desk lamp. Dark shapes on the walls where pennants and posters had shielded the wallpaper from the sun. Those were all in a box now, rolled into neat cylinders by a charm and a funny whipping motion of the tip of her mum's wand. Mum had tried to teach her how to do it but Ginny had only been half-listening so eventually Mum had done that frustrated little huff of breath through her nose and rolled them all up herself.

The place on the baseboards where Ginny had once, seven years old, scratched I HATE FRED AND GEORGE was still there. She thought about charming it away so her mum and dad wouldn't see it—she even took her wand out—but it felt like erasing a memory. Fred and George had transfigured her Harpies scarf to show a bad word and she'd gone to three errands with mum before anyone noticed. Her mum had been so red that even her dad had seemed alarmed at her fury. She'd sent Ginny and the twins to their rooms, even though Ginny hadn't even known what the word meant (until Fred and George, delighted, had explained it to her over breakfast the next morning).

Harry pushed the door open with a slow creak and Ginny hid her bitten thumb behind her back. 

"Ready?" he said. "I've got everything set up outside so we can just grab it and apparate."

He always stood in the hallway unless he was invited, as if they weren't about to be sharing a flat, a bedroom, a bed.

"Yeah." Ginny gave him a faint smile. "Just give me a minute."

He lingered there for a few seconds like he wasn't sure if he should go, then turned and clomped down the stairs.

This was the last minute she'd still live in the house she'd shared with her brothers. The next time she came she'd only be visiting. That felt like it should make her feel something, but all she had were sore arms, the buzz of excitement in her stomach, the prickly emptiness where some deeper feeling should be.

She shouldered her bag and went downstairs to face her mum's stupid tears.

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That first night in their little flat, they were too tired to do anything but flump down on their too-hard new mattress and fall asleep. Ginny dreamt she was signing a contract with the Kestrels, big ridiculous ceremonial quill in her hand, the fluff of it tickling in her nose, eyes watering from all the sports-reporter flashbulbs. She touched the quill to the big scroll of parchment and signed her name.

Good evening, my dear, the contract wrote back. It's been such a very long time. Are you still wondering if you'll ever learn to do a Cuban Eight on your broomstick? Is your brother still nasty to you about it?  I know—

She woke with a hiss of breath and cramps shooting up her calves. Panic hammered through her veins—dark. I'm hurt—until she remembered where she was and that she'd made about twenty trips up and down the stairs with boxes yesterday, thinking it'd be nice to get a leg workout in before tryouts.

She rolled on her side, rested her head on the crook of her arm, bit down on her middle fingernail and watched the slow swells of Harry's breathing. They hadn't hung the curtains yet and the bare bedroom wall was stained with the swapping colours of the traffic light outside: green, yellow, red. She took a breath and held it to slow her heartbeat. Tonks had taught her how to do that. She crammed that useless thought down into the dark cellar storage inside her, along with the sick lingering unease of the dream.

This view of Harry, the narrow shoulders in silhouette and that mess of black hair against the pillow: she'd seen it before, but today in their flat it was exhilaratingly new. This was going to be her every morning, this was going to be her middles-of-the-night. She was going to get used to it. How absolutely mad.

Later, in the faint blush of sunrise, Harry took a long deep breath and stretched his arms over his head. When he turned to face her, his skinny legs tangling in the sheets and that slow squinty smile spreading across his face, Ginny forgot all about the panic and the cramps and my dear and just climbed on top of him, thinking only this is how it's supposed to be, you and me, every day.

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Ginny felt silly getting so excited for their first big shop. She was uncomfortable amongst all the muggles in the plasticky brightness of Sainsbury's, but Harry pushed the trolley down the overstimulating gauntlets of every-colour packets and tins with a bored confidence that looked weird on him. 

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Aunt Petunia used to drag me along and make me carry the big thing of serviettes that wouldn't fit in the bags."

The muggle snacks were nasty-looking and there weren't even any pumpkin flavours, but Harry grabbed boxes of biscuits and crisps and assured her she'd understand when she tried them. He piled the trolley with fruit and veg, spinach and carrots and apples and bananas.

"You know I can't cook like Mum, right?" Ginny huffed.

"Yeah, I dunno—you've got tryouts and I've got the Auror Academy physical coming up—thought we could try making smoothies or something—you know—grown up, healthy—" He shrugged and ruffled his hair with his hand.

Making smoothies for breakfast with the boy who lived, in their bright little flat that smelled of his cedar trunk and soap. Ginny was stricken, for an instant, by an idea that seemed stupid but dizzyingly true at the same time—that she'd never understood before what it must have been like for Harry to suddenly find out he was a wizard when he was eleven, but maybe it was something like these last few days: the buoying relief of having survived her old life long enough to see her new one, and the unmoored thrill of all the future discoveries unknown, undreamt-of. 

She pressed a kiss to the crescent of skin behind his ear as he counted out the strangely-coloured muggle banknotes, and she could feel the warm flush in his skin where her lips touched him.

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Of course the smoothies never happened.

Harry was in meetings with Minister Shacklebolt and his transition team most days, and Ginny spent afternoons practicing for tryouts with Bill, swooping over the seaside cliffs like starlings and hurling his battered old quaffle over the peaked roof of Shell Cottage. 

The spinach wilted in the cupboard and the bananas sat unbothered in the fruit bowl, mottled with brown spots. Harry and Ginny ordered pizza and ate it in knackered silence. All the singing nerves of the day they'd moved in together had subsided under the heavy disappointing drone of the neighbour's telly through the wall. Harry would rub Unknotting Unguent into Ginny's spasming back and then she'd crawl into bed and fall asleep listening to the scratch of his quill as he revised for the Auror Academy exams. It wasn't anything like she'd imagined. It wasn't anything. It was like the time just before winter holidays or her birthday, the dragging, drudging lope of days spent waiting for something exciting—but what? This was it. This was supposed to be it.

Her mum and dad dropped by while Harry was out, and while Molly managed to hold her tongue at the stack of pizza boxes next to the bin and the gnats buzzing round the fruit bowl, Ginny could see on her face that she wasn't impressed. She looked so old, all of a sudden. Arthur did too, but at least his face lit up with a boyish glee when he wandered through the flat flipping all the lightswitches. Ginny pulled the chain of the the ceiling fan for him and he giggled like a little kid.

"Has Angelina been round lately?" Ginny asked them over chipped mugs of tea. She knew better than to ask directly about George.

"She's in Freiburg, actually, consulting with Ellerby and Spudmore," Arthur said. That sounded dead grown-up. Ginny couldn't even imagine. With a cautious glance over at her mum, he added, "I gather they're on a bit of a break. George has been... in one of his moods, I think. We don't hear much."

He was speaking in that hushed, apologetic tone he'd been using ever since all the funerals.

"Oh," Ginny said.

"I've been to the Tonks house this week," her Mum cut in. Her dad pressed his lips together until they went white.

"Did you see Teddy?" Ginny asked, setting down her half-eaten shortbread. She and 

Harry hadn't been to visit him in the last few weeks, with the way all their time was eaten by moving out and practice and exams and just everything, every thing.

"He was having a little kip—" Molly started, but then she stopped and took a big slurp of her tea, the way she always did when she was about to deliver hard news. 

A brand-new understanding thumped in Ginny's chest: that steadying tea-slurp was her mum's need to soothe herself, the way Ginny would peel off slivers of fingernail with her teeth. Somehow it was both startling and obvious. She'd been watching her mum do it for almost nineteen years.

"He's been having a bit of trouble—er, sleeping and that—" Arthur filled in for Molly with a weak chuckle.

"He won't sleep in his bed," Molly blurted out, "he's afraid something's underneath and trying to get him. Andromeda tried to make him tell her what he thinks is under there—you know, he's barely two—and all he would say was 'Mummy and Daddy'—"

Another slurp of tea. Arthur reached out to stroke Molly's upper arm.

Hours later, when Harry came home, he didn't ask why Ginny was lying on the sofa with her eyes all swollen. He just sat next to her and laid his hand on her cheek. She didn't start crying again, but it was a weird comfort to just lie there and throb with his quiet warmth at her side.

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The neighbours downstairs had a party so loud Ginny could feel the bass vibrating in the mattress springs. She and Harry cast every muffling and white-noise charm they knew, but the beat pounded through the very frame of the building. It invaded Ginny's head like a commanding voice and made her legs twitch with electric, frustrated rage. 

"I'm going to go downstairs, curse the door off the hinges and hex every single one of them and their—their muggle—music box or whatever—"

Harry turned over and squinted at her in the dark.

"You can't get arrested, they'll disqualify you from tryouts," he croaked.

Ginny kicked all her covers off and rolled in a ball on her side, clutching her stomach.

Harry managed to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, but Ginny laid there in spiraling despair until the police came to break the party up. The curtains were still in a wrinkled lump on the bedroom floor, so the flashing lights made a red-and-blue lightshow on the bedroom wall. Harry didn't even move. When the music finally shut off, Ginny closed her eyes in exhausted relief, but it seemed like the moment she fell asleep the sun was shining red through her eyelids and the pipes were groaning with Harry's morning shower.

The browning bananas curved like a smirk in the fruit bowl. Ginny blankly spooned Harry's weird muggle cereal into her mouth. Her thoughts were the same slow pointless drip as the broken tap in the kitchen. Harry leaned down to kiss her neck on his way out the door. He followed her gaze to the bananas.

"They're getting almost as freckly as you," he murmured into her ear, smacked another kiss on her cheek, and left. Ginny sat in the abrupt calm of the flat for a moment, blinking, then threw her spoon into the bowl with a clink and flooed over to Bill's, where she slung the quaffle so hard and so wildly it broke the weather vane off the roof and sent it spinning into the kitchen garden. Fleur came running out the back door at the noise, wiping her hands on a tea towel and cursing in French. Bill pulled his broom up alongside pinkfaced, panting Ginny and gripped her shoulder with his big rough hand.

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Harry sat up in the dead of night with a gasp like he was coming up from underwater and touched his fingertips to his scar.

Ginny sat up too, so fast it made her abs twinge. "What is it? Does it hurt?"

"No," Harry said, "not really. Only in the dream."

He sat there blinking for a moment, red traffic light painting his face, then flopped back on his side and pulled the covers up to his neck. Ginny felt suddenly very alone in their bed.

"I have weird dreams too," she whispered.

She didn't think Harry had heard her at first, but after a moment, muffled by the duvet, he said, "Do you?"

"Yeah."

He turned over to face her. "Like what?"

"I dunno," she said. She didn't know why she'd even said it, because she didn't really want to talk about it now. "Like I made it on a Quidditch team but I don't want to play anymore."

Harry was quiet for so long she thought he must have gone back to sleep, but then he slid over and rested his forehead against her thigh. It had taken him so long, when they'd first begun seeing each other, to start giving her little touches like this. She didn't suppose the Dursleys had been touchers. She wove her fingers into his hair.

"I haven't felt like myself lately," she blurted out. "I mean—not just lately—but especially—I dunno—"

She took a breath and the hitch in it repulsed her.

Harry didn't say anything, but she could feel his eyelashes blinking against her leg. The light from outside turned green and painted the rumpled sheets that pooled around the both of them.

"I just—we never even made smoothies. The bananas are all rotten now. The curtains are still over there on the floor. How long is it going to be like this? How long can I not feel like myself before I have to admit that this is just how I am now?"

She shoved her thumbnail in her mouth. Warm stupid tears were leaking down her face and dripping all the way down her neck to her collarbones. She'd normally have scrubbed them away with the back of her hand and gone somewhere to collect herself, but she wanted them, weirdly, to prove how pathetic this dumb fucked-up feeling was. Mum's coppery hair was coming in white, poor Andromeda had to think about dead Tonks crawling out from under the bed, George was aching alone in his filthy bedsit, Fred was in the ground turning into something unrecognisable, and Ginny was sat here crying like an idiot over some fucking brown bananas.

Harry sat up and looked at her. "The bananas went bad?"

Ginny laughed through her noseful of snot.

"They're nearly black now," she sniffed. "Its so stupid, I just hate to waste—"

Harry suddenly swung his legs out of the bed and walked in his stiff morning way out of the bedroom.

The traffic light was yellow now. Ginny got up and followed him into the kitchen.

Harry was holding the bunch of bananas betwen two fingers. A tenacious fruit fly looped circles around them. He broke one off the bunch with a nasty squishing noise.

"I'll eat them right now," he said. "Zero waste."

He pulled the black peel back from the banana. A fermented smell came off it and stung the back of Ginny's nose. Webby strings of goo stretched between the fruit and the skin, and they caught the light from outside and shone with it like tiny filaments of neon.

"Er—" Harry started, his brow furrowing.

"You don't have to eat it," Ginny said quickly.

Harry stared at her for a moment with such intensity that she thought he might take a bite just to shock her.

Then he turned around and chucked them into the kitchen bin.

"We'll go to Sainsbury's in the morning," he said. Ginny's face was itchy with drying tears. Harry wiped his hands off on the seat of his pyjamas and brushed past her into the bedroom.

"Come on, I'll rub that stuff on your back if you want," he called over his shoulder.

Ginny didn't, but she followed him back to bed. In the morning, she woke to the quiet rustling sounds of Harry putting up the curtains. The flat still reeked of rotting banana. When she sat up, Harry turned around to look at her, grinned, and accidentally bashed the curtain rod into the window frame. Ginny felt a sleepy little flicker inside: this is it. You and me.