#i went a little overboard on the bubbles... oh well

[strawberry-roses-on-ao3]

Radioapple Week Day 4: Drinking/Bonding

They're bonding by bitching about their horrible fathers over drinks

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 (here) | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

[onlyhereforthestories]

Mimosas and Friends (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Day 19! I like the idea of this one but not sure I like how it has turned out. I am not going to lie i had to get some help with the secret santa gits and the mimosas!

The morning sun peeked through the frost-covered windows, casting a warm glow across your living room as you rushed between the kitchen and dining room, setting out the final touches for the Christmas brunch. Holiday music drifted softly through the apartment, mingling with the scents of cinnamon, warm syrup, and fresh coffee. You could feel the holiday spirit bubbling within you as you arranged a plate of croissants and pastries, making sure everything looked perfect.

“Need any help in here?” Alexia’s voice drifted from behind you. She appeared in the doorway, wearing a soft green sweater that matched her eyes, her cheeks slightly pink from the chilly morning air.

You smiled, appreciating her festive choice. “Yes, please! Can you bring out the fruit salad and maybe set the glasses? I think that’s all that’s left.”

She gave you a playful salute, grabbing the fruit bowl and placing it in the centre of the table, adjusting the dishes with a small jiggle as she danced to the music. Alexia had been excited about hosting brunch for your friends all week, even coming up with ideas for a holiday mimosa bar and picking out little decorations to give the place an extra cozy feel. The kitchen table was decked out with poinsettias, mini holiday wreaths, and sparkly gold place cards. You were so proud of what you had both done, it was simple, warm, and perfectly festive.

“Everything looks amazing,” she said, glancing around with satisfaction. “Do you think we went a little overboard with the decorations?”

You laughed, nudging her lightly. “It’s Christmas! I think it’s just the right amount of overboard.”

Alexia’s eyes sparkled as she gave you a quick kiss on the lips, lingering a little longer than you expected before pulling back. “I’ll start the coffee maker so we’re ready as soon as they get here. You know how much Mapi and Marta need their caffeine.”

Just as she pressed the start button, you heard the buzzer. Your friends had arrived, and the excitement of the holiday gathering filled you both as you headed to the door together.

Mapi, Caro, Frido, and a few more friends stepped inside, bundled up and cheeks flushed from the chilly December air. They greeted you with hugs and exclamations over the decorations, the inviting warmth of the apartment, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen.

“Oh, this place looks incredible!” Mapi said, wide-eyed as she took in the setup. “And you even set up a mimosa bar? That’s it, you two are officially the hostesses of the year. And you must host every time, me and Ingrid well, Ingrid would never be able to beat this on her own.”

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came tumbling out when Mapi stumbled forward from the hit to the back of her head she received from Ingrid. You really loved your friends, and you were so glad you could all make this day happen around your busy schedules.

You exchanged a grin with Alexia as Frido helped herself to a cranberry-orange mimosa, raising her glass in appreciation. “To Christmas brunch with the best hosts!” she said, grinning.

“To Christmas brunch!” everyone chimed, clinking glasses before settling around the table, diving into the spread of pastries, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit.

Everyone settled into the tightly packed dining room, exchanging excited chatter and laughs as they filled their plates. The warmth of the food, mixed with the holiday décor, brought an unmistakable festive energy to the room. Frido and Mapi were already diving into the mimosa bar, experimenting with cranberry juice and orange zest to create their own “perfect holiday drink.”

As everyone settled in, you and Alexia took your places side by side at the table, watching as your friends tucked into the meal you’d both worked so hard to prepare. You couldn’t help but feel a glow of pride at the satisfied murmurs and eager “Mmm” sounds that filled the room.

“I have to say,” Mapi spoke through a mouthful of French toast, “this is the best decision we’ve made all month. Top-tier food, top-tier company.”

“Oh, and don’t forget top-tier decorations!” Patri teased, reaching over to pinch one of the mini wreaths adorning the table. “I love that you two went all out. It feels like we’re in some kind of cozy Christmas movie.”

Alexia laughed, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. “What can I say? I don’t do things halfway,” she replied, giving your hand a gentle squeeze under the table. “Especially not when it’s Christmas.”

As the conversation drifted to light hearted topics, everyone sharing stories of past holiday memories, you took a moment to just look around the table. Friends sharing laughs over gingerbread pancakes and eggnog-flavoured lattes, plates of pastries disappearing under happy chatter. It was exactly the kind of holiday moment you’d envisioned when you and Alexia had decided to host this brunch.

“Alright, holiday confession time,” Mapi announced, setting her fork down and pointing at each of you in turn. “What’s the best, or most embarrassing, Christmas present you’ve ever received?”

Alexia groaned playfully, glancing at you with a mock-warning expression. “Do you really want to go there? Because I’ll tell them about that Christmas sweater.”

“Oh, please do,” Claudia jumped in, her eyes widening with anticipation. “I want details.”

You shook your head, trying not to laugh. “It wasn’t that bad!” you protested, though the memory of the sweater, a handmade creation from a well-meaning relative, was enough to make your cheeks burn red.

“Oh, it was legendary,” Alexia said with a laugh, leaning back and giving your friends a vivid description of the neon-green monstrosity with flashing LED lights and a battery pack. “She wore it to my family’s Christmas dinner and accidentally leaned back, setting off the lights. Everyone thought it was intentional. It was iconic.”

The table erupted into laughter, and you covered your face, smiling despite yourself. “Okay, fine, you’ve got me. But what about you, Alexia? I distinctly remember a certain singing reindeer hat…”

Mapi and Patri’s curiosity was instantly piqued. They leaned forward, and with an exaggerated sigh, Alexia explained how her sister had once gifted her a fuzzy red hat with antlers and a button that, when pressed, played a very off-key version of “Jingle Bells.”

The light hearted exchange continued, each of you sharing funny or sentimental memories, creating new ones together as you teased and laughed over your food and drinks. Someone switched the playlist to a mix of holiday classics, and you all joined in on an enthusiastic, but slightly off-key, rendition of “Last Christmas,” singing with your whole hearts as if you were on stage rather than around a breakfast table.

As the plates emptied, Alexia got up to refill the coffee pot, catching your eye with a gentle smile. She paused, watching you for a moment as you leaned across the table, laughing at something Mapi said. She placed a soft hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

“This turned out even better than I thought,” she whispered, her voice low enough that only you could hear.

You smiled back, heart warmed by her expression. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

With a quick wink, she moved back to the coffee station, and you turned your attention back to your friends, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you.

After a few more rounds of coffee, and even a spontaneous and slightly competitive mimosa-mixing contest, everyone leaned back in their chairs, looking happily full and relaxed.

“Okay, I have an idea,” Alexia announced, standing up and grabbing a small basket from the counter. “It wouldn’t be a proper holiday brunch without a little Secret Santa action, right?”

Your friends perked up, exchanging surprised and excited glances as Alexia handed out small envelopes to each person. Earlier in the week, she’d put together little “gift vouchers,” fun little coupons that each friend could cash in for things like a coffee date, a game of football, or even something silly, like “One Free Favor (No Complaints Allowed).”

She handed one of the envelopes to you last, a secretive smile on her face as you opened it. Inside was a handwritten note in her familiar scrawl: “One day of your choice, anywhere you want. I’ll make it happen.”

You looked up, grinning, and Alexia shrugged with a playful smile. “Can’t have my favourite person missing out on the fun,” she said, her tone warm.

One by one, each person shared what they’d received, laughter filling the room as they joked about how they’d “cash in” their favours. Frido declared she’d be calling in her “Free Dinner” voucher immediately, while Mapi, in typical style, was already making plans for her “One Free Dance Session” from Alexia.

As the brunch slowly wound down, the group lounged around the table, nursing their drinks and sharing more stories, reluctant to let the day end. Eventually, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, the conversation shifted to everyone’s holiday plans and the promise to gather again soon.

After the last friend left, the apartment felt quiet but wonderfully warm, still glowing with the energy of shared laughter and friendship. You and Alexia exchanged a tired but happy look, both of you lingering in the contentment of the morning.

“That was perfect,” you said, leaning into her, your arm slipping around her waist as you both looked at the remnants of the brunch.

Alexia sighed softly, her arm around your shoulders as she pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “It really was,” she murmured. “We’ll have to make this a new tradition. Just like this, every year.”

[639-hear-me-out-bby]

you close the door behind eric, the date you've brought to the dinner party, who just left, and spin around to face secretly in love with you!chandler. “what was that?”

chandler raises an eyebrow, leaning back casually on the arm of the couch. “what was what? you’re going to have to be more specific. i was my usual delightful self.”

“you were unbearable!” you snap, crossing your arms. “what was with all the snide comments about eric’s job? and his tie? and—oh my god—the dessert he ordered? who even mocks cheesecake?”

he shrugs, his smirk twitching slightly. “i wasn’t mocking the cheesecake. i was mocking his ability to order cheesecake. there’s a difference.”

“chandler!” you exclaim, exasperated.

he stands, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “okay, fine. maybe i went a little overboard. but come on, the guy practically screamed ‘accountant.’”

“he is an accountant!”

“shocker!” he deadpans.

you glare at him, frustration bubbling over. “why do you even care? you’ve been acting like this all night! what is your problem?”

his smirk finally falters. for a moment, he just stares at you, the familiar glint in his eyes replaced by something softer, something unguarded. then, almost too quiet to hear, he says, “my problem is that it’s not me.”

you freeze. “what?”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair as he takes a step closer to you. “i’m sorry, okay? i know i shouldn’t have been a jerk, but it’s hard to sit here and watch you with someone else. especially someone so… not you.”

“what are you talking about?” you whisper, your heart pounding.

chandler throws up his hands, his usual sarcasm completely gone. “i’m talking about how i’m in love with you! and every time you bring some random guy around, it feels like someone’s twisting a knife in my chest.” he pauses, his voice dropping. “i didn’t mean to be mean to eric. i just—do you know how hard it is to watch the person you love with someone else?”

the room goes quiet, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. you blink, his words sinking in slowly. “you’re… in love with me?

“yes,” he says, almost defeated. “and i get it if that ruins everything or whatever, but i couldn’t just keep pretending—”

you don’t let him finish. taking two quick steps forward, you grab his face and kiss him.

for a moment, he doesn’t move, completely stunned. then his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he kisses you back, pouring everything into it—his humor, his vulnerability, and the love he’s been hiding for so long.

when you finally pull back, both of you breathless, you rest your forehead against his. “you could’ve just said something, you know.”

his lips twitch into a crooked smile. “yeah, because i’m so great at serious conversations.”

“well, good thing you’re not great at hiding your feelings, either,” you tease, your heart full as you kiss him again.

[hopeluna-archived]

hi can i pls request mc snapping on the brothers while having an argument with them thxxx🌷🌷

(ahhhh i sorta got into this angst mood while playing nightbringer sorry😭)

✿𝆬.𖥔 ݁ ˖ | arguments

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Characters: the brothers x gn!reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CW: hurt/not really much comfort, arguments, no arguments on Beel's one 'cause I love him too much to hurt him, went a bit overboard angst on Satan lololololol :)))

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A/N: took me forever but finally clearing out my asks cause i've gotten a bit of motivation! I hope u like it nonnie <333

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↺ Lucifer

Lucifer goes quiet, silently reading your face having never seen you snap at him- anyone like that. He's too prideful to admit that both him and you were at fault, he felt like you had to admit your mistake but he was too focused on proving you wrong that he hadn't realised the exhaustion and silent frustration that had been bubbling on your face.

↺ Mammon

Mammon looks like he's been slapped, metaphorically. He subtly flinches away. He knows he should have noticed the dark bags of exhaustion under your eyes but he was ignorant and now you're angry at him. He's had people snap at him all the time but not you, never you. Mammon's heart races at the thought that you hate him now, just like everyone.

↺ Leviathan

Rationally, Levi knows you have just been exhausted from the entire day and didn't mean to snap at him like that. He also knows that him getting envious that you didn't spend your day with him when you were actually working just worsened your mood. But you always understood that no matter how he tried, he can't really control his sin....right?

↺ Satan

It is sort of funny he thinks, in a twisted way. Mostly its him losing his cool and snapping at you when he doesn't mean to. But oh how the tables have turned! Satan can practically taste the wrath emitting from you in the air. Its a bitter taste, like vomit. He wonders if you can somehow feel it too when he gets angry with you. Does your heart crack in two the same way his has now?

↺ Asmodeus

His words of poison halt at your venom. Only when you have stormed out of the room does Asmo snap out of his daze and realise that he had gotten too far which led to your anger bursting. He tries to shrug it off, it doesn't matter to him much. That is what he tries to convince himself when he feels his eyes water.

↺ Beelzebub

You never really got mad at him for his gluttony 'cause you are well aware that its something he can't really control, so Beel is surprised when you came home and snapped a little at him for eating the meal you made for yourself. He knows you're just tired, but he still can't help but feel his heart sink at your words and lose his appetite as it gets replaced with a pit of guilt.

↺ Belphegor

Belphie sits there idly, picking at the skin around his nails as he replays the words you said over and over again in his head before leaving the room and him behind. He wonders if he can sleep it off but that doesn't work when the oddest thing happens, he can't sleep. Belphie knows that you don't mean it, well at least he hopes you don't....

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[starryriize]

when you're on your period | xikers

a/n: nah I LOVED this 😭 they're all so bf-coded, it was so easy to write for them! definitely ask more when i open my inbox 🫶🏼 btw when i repost my previous works, i will not change anything about them!!

warning: not proofread! lowercase intended!

minjae - he comes in with snacks, painkillers, and his amazing hugs. whatever you need, he'll make you feel better! your cramps hurt and painkillers don't do enough? don't worry, minjae has weighted plushies and will massage your stomach to relieve the pain.

junmin - #1 bf!! he knows periods can make you slightly moody, so his way of taking care of you is being with you through everything. you're crying? he's right there with a hug. you're upset? he's putting on tangled for you and cuddling you. regardless, he always knows what to do to make you feel better.

sumin - he's been through school, so he reacts in such a sweet way. he views it as simply a natural thing you go through, and he cooks for you!! he thought he would be stressed out and a mess when you got your period, but he was okay. when you check for stains, he reassures you that there aren't any. if there are stains, he'll tell you not to worry about it and get you a change of clothes before cleaning it up.

jinsik - ahhhh he's a little unsure of what you want him to do, but he is willing to do anything you ask. need new pads? yes. want starbucks? he's on it. craving pastries that definitely aren't good for you? done. he even stopped by to get a plushie for you. best of all, he then tells you that you have him for cuddles.

hyunwoo - #1 bf as well!! this man is perfect. he understands and does not let you do anything when you're on your period. you have emails and work to do? no. he's handling it for you <3. oh, you have burning cramps? he's already got a heating pad and a cup of hot cocoa. he's got everything covered, even buying pads and pain meds.

junghoon - he's concerned, in a caring way. goes a bit overboard in comforting you because he doesn't like seeing you wincing in pain. he researches what's best during periods and adds it to your favorite things. you need pads? he's got one with wings. you're hungry? he's already bought your food. probably has your food order memorized. 

seeun - now seeun is the type to literally ask what to do when you tell him you're in pain. he's more confused when you explain it feels like your insides are being ripped out, but he brings you fresh flowers, lots of chocolate, and well, a whole lot of love. he offers to make your favorite meals and brings you warm coffee. needless to say, everything he does is purely out of love for you and he always kisses your forehead.

yujun - yujun to the rescue!!! he's so cute and wholesome about it. asking you every other minute if you're okay and if you need anything. your pain might drive you insane, but yujun is there to be your sunshine! brings you bubble tea and makes ramen for you. he doesn't forget to also heat your towel in the dryer to surprise you. he offers himself for you to hug when you're in pain.

hunter - hunter knows what he's doing. it's shocking to you at first, but you learn that he went to minjae to ask how he should comfort you. cuddles, cuddles galore! he knows comfort is a must, so he sets up breakfast in bed for you and gets your favorite plush animal. always there to wipe your tears and stays by your side even when you have mood swings.  you want to be held? he's there. you're just thankful you have a bf who loves you so much.

yechan - just like yujun, he's also wholesome about it. he already has your favorite movies and tea prepared. he spoils you with so many hugs and cuddles that you forget about your pain. when your pain is too much, he gets painkillers and your favorite takeout. he *claims* cuddles will get rid of your pain quicker- it works.

[aanoia]

arms

Sirius Black x reader

Song; arms by Christina Perri

Words; 2019

Warnings; Sirius :)

I may have went a little overboard with the wedding but oh well

Please send in some requests (for ppl who have already requested I'm working on them !!)

I never thought that you'd be the one to hold my heart

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start

It was no secret to anyone in Hogwarts that Sirius Black hated Slytherins. He had vowed to himself to never interact with one if not in the circumstance of an argument or prank. He’d honestly say he hated Slytherins more than he loved his best friends, and he would never ever, ever change his mind that they were evil. 

Imagine the boy's surprise when he looked up from his food and his eyes momentarily caught sight of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Her hair fell perfectly around her face as her eyes shined. She had the most beautiful smile and the cutest nose that scrunched up as she laughed with her friends. Everything about the girl put him in a trance, that was until his world was shook as he saw the color of her tie. How could something so beautiful be associated with something so ugly?

You put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

You put your arms around me and I'm home

Sirius’ body instantly relaxed as a familiar pair of arms wrapped around his torso. Y/n softly kissed in between his shoulder blades and sighed as she relished in his warmth. He dropped the letter he had received from his parents and put his hands upon hers, squeezing gently.

“Hello there, Siri.” Y/n greeted, her voice muffled by Sirius’ jumper.

He laughed softly, “Hello, love. What’s up?”

Sirius felt her shoulders move up in a shrug, “Missed you, is all.” She mumbled and his heart warmed. The sorting hat had to have made a mistake because this girl was no Slytherin, she was an angel sent from the heavens.

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around

“I’m sorry, Y/n/n. I just can’t do this.” Sirius said with tears in his eyes. He watched as the love of his life wiped her own tears off her cheeks and gave him a broken smile.

“Come back to me when you’re ready, yeah?” 

Sirius shook his head, “It’s not like that this time. I’m not coming back.”

“You say that every time.”

I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown

Sirius clutched the chest of his jumped tightly, gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep his sobs silent. His heart felt as it was being choked as the lump in his throat grew. The cool air of the night brushed its fingers through Sirius’ hair and he looked to the sky with blurry eyes, resisting the urge to just scream until his lungs gave out. 

Trapped in his own bubble, he missed the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs of the astronomy tower. He missed the door opening and the loud thud of an old, hardcover book hitting the ground. All he knew was the moment familiar arms wrapped around his shoulders he broke and he finally let the sobs leave his throat.

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Y/n quietly asked her boyfriend as he silently watched his friends play chess by the fire.

He turned his head with a small smile, “Whatever do you mean, beautiful?”

Y/n sighed and grabbed his hand, “You play with your necklace when you’re stressed out. You’ve been fiddling with it all day, Siri.”

Sirius’ smile fell and his head dropped, “It just sucks.”

Y/n gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into her chest. “What sucks, my love?”

Sirius let out a dramatic sigh, “Everything. My parents. Sch- wait, how are you in here?” He asked abruptly, sitting up to look his girlfriend in the face.

She smirked, “I have my ways.”

I'll never let a love get so close

You put your arms around me and I'm home

“What’s so special about her, Pads? You’ve never let a girl do this to you.” James asked Sirius as they cleaned up after Quidditch practice.

Sirius smiled as he got a familiar glint in his eyes, “She’s my Lily, Prongs. She’s my everything.”

James laughed and shook his head, sighing to himself, “Never thought I’d see my best friend genuinely be in love with a girl. I’m happy for you, mate.”

The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved

I never wanna leave you but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone

“Sirius, you need to stop!” Y/n yelled, the rain soaking her hair, she couldn’t tell what was raindrops and what was her own tears.

“No! No, I won’t! I’m done, this isn’t working!” He sobbed, stumbling back.

“Sirius, goddamnit, I love you! I fucking love you!”

He shook his head bitterly, “No, no you don’t. The two people who are supposed to love me unconditionally kicked me out for fucks sake! No one fucking loves me, Y/n! No one!”

“I do!” She reasoned. “I do. I love you and I get it. I get why you don’t think anyone can love you but I do, Siri. Please.”

You put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

Sirius fell to his knees, his body shaking, he could barely hear her over the rain and blood rushing to his head. She knelt in front of him and wrapped her arms around his body, holding on impossibly tight.

“I need you to, please, just let me love you. I need you to- Fuck, Sirius, I need you.” She begged and he threw his arms around her as well.

“Don’t let me go, please.” Sirius whispered in Y/n’s ear.

She nodded, “I won’t. Never.”

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

Y/n froze as she felt Sirius tense beside her and she looked up. Her face dropped as she saw his mother angrily storming towards them.

“Come on, we must go. I’d like to go back to the castle and cuddle for a while.” She said and pulled him out of the shop and into the busy streets.

“Sirius!” They heard faintly and the man flinched.

“No, it’s okay. Come on, let’s hurry. We can stop by the kitchens and the elves like me so they’ll probably make us something if we ask nicely, yeah?” Y/n asked gently, trying to distract him and they hurried up the path. 

Sirius nodded with a small smile, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Whatever for?”

Sirius furrowed his brows, “Taking me away from my mom?”

Y/n laughed, “You’re mom? Where? Have you hit your head, Sirius?” She asked with a teasing smile.

I'll never let a love get so close

You put your arms around me and I'm home

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Sirius whispered late at night. The soft snores from James and the quiet breathing from the rest of the Marauders being the only sounds in the room.

“Yeah?” Y/n asked, smiling.

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, Sirius.”

I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth

And I've never opened up

I've never truly loved

“I’ve never, like- I’ve never-” Sirius groaned angrily, not being able to find the words.

Y/n crossed her arms, “Never what, Sirius?”

He sighed, “I’ve never done this before. And I really don’t want you to be frustrated with me because I’m trying but I don’t- I don’t know how.” He confessed and the girls face softened.

“Oh, Sirius.” She pulled him into a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry for getting angry. It’s okay that you don’t know what to do. Truthfully, I don’t either. But we’ll figure it out, okay? Together.”

Sirius nodded, finding comfort in her hugs, “Together.” 

'Till you put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go

“Are you sure you want to be with me?” Sirius asked randomly.

Y/n smiled at her boyfriend, “Never been more sure of anything in my life. Except for maybe Potter being a dimwit, but you know what I mean.”

“What if I hurt you?”

“I’ll put a bandaid on. Easy peasy.” 

I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

I'll never let a love get so close

“Marriage is a joyous occasion. It is connected in our thoughts with the charm of love, the warmth of home, and with all that is pleasant, as being one of the most important events of our lives. Its sacredness and unity is the most significant and binding covenant known in human relations. Sirius and Y/n, let me charge you both to remember that your future happiness is to be in mutual consideration, patience, kindness, confidence, and affection. It is the duty of each of you to find your greatest joy in the company of the other; to remember that your love pledged today must remain undivided for a lifetime.” The priest recited with a smile on his face.

Sirius smiled at his soon to be wife, a single tear slipping down his cheek. Y/n gently wiped it from his face and brought her hand back to her side with a wide smile, tears filling her own eyes.

“It is your duty, Sirius, to be to Y/n, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving husband: to support, guide and cherish her in prosperity and trouble; to thoughtfully and carefully enlarge the place she holds in your life; to constantly show to her the tokens of your affection, to shelter her from danger, and to love her with an unchangeable love.” Sirius nodded, dedicated to fulfilling everything he just said.

“It is your duty, Y/n, to be to Sirius, a considerate, tender, faithful, and loving wife; to comfort, guide and cherish him in prosperity and trouble; to give to him the unfailing pieces of evidence of your affection; and to continue making the place he holds in your heart, broader and deeper; to support him, value him and work with him to make your marriage the very best that it can be.” 

You put your arms around me and I'm home

“If you are ready to assume the obligations and duties before God, as I have defined them, you will unite your hands and pledge your love and your lives to each other.” Sirius grabbed onto Y/n’s hands, rubbing small and soothing circled onto her soft skin. The priest looked at Sirius, “Groom, repeat after me. I, Sirius, take you, Y/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“I, Sirius, take you, Y/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward.”

“To have and to hold, from this day forward.”

“For better, for worse.”

“For better, for worse.”

“For richer, for poorer.”

“For richer, for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health.”

“In sickness and in health.”

“To love and to cherish.”

“To love and to cherish.”

“For as long as we may live.”

“For as long as we may live.”

“This is my solemn vow.”

“This is my solemn vow.”

The priest smiled, “Very good. Now bride, please repeat after me.” The two went through the same speech, having to stop a few times as Y/n’s voice cracked. “Sirius, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Sirius nodded, “I do.”

“Y/n, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Of course, I do.”

The priest nodded, “Groom, you may kiss the bride.”

Sirius immediately brought their lips together as everyone cheered. Y/n wrapped her arms around Sirius’ neck, never feeling happiness quite like this.

You put your arms around me and I'm home

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[bodybeyondstories]

Star Player - 5

Some time goes by and Carl finds himself the model and test subject for Dwayne's line of menswear with unique proportions. This brings him face to face with his overly hung former teammate (and unrequited crush) Caleb, who's also been dealing with the supplement's aftereffects. One thing leads to another...

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Bubble Butt // Huge Cock

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“So it’s like, a harness.”

“No, no that’d be rude, that would never sell. It’s more of a…” Dwayne searched among motes of floating dust for the words, “support system.”

Carl, standing in the middle of Dwayne’s makeshift studio, shot a look of mild amusement at his friend turned business partner. It had been eight months since Henri’s (and Marc’s) non-appearance at the exhibition match and much had changed in all their lives. But at this moment, Carl was sporting what looked like an array of straps and elastic bands that curved taut around his perfectly round cheeks, holding them steadfastly in place.

“It looks like you went overboard with a jockstrap,” he said, turning to one of the mirrors to get a better look at his backside.

“I did, sort of,” said Dwayne, with a wave of his hand. “Same concept, with added reinforcements for men with a lot of jiggle. It’s supposed to be paired with the slacks in the business casual line.”

“Oh there’s a business casual line, now?” replied Carl, cocking his eyebrow.

“Well I was thinking with your fancy new office job, you would need something business casual, and then I figured we might as well include it in the catalog. Professional, yet flattering.”

“I think this ass does all of its own flattering. But I don’t hate the idea.”

After graduation, Carl had kept his diner gig until eventually landing a data entry job at a local nonprofit. He was thrilled to trade it in the hustle and bustle of the service industry for a boring cubicle, not to mention his regulars at the diner were getting a little too familiar with his shift schedule and a little too comfortable with the wagon he’s draggin’. So he was settling into office life, and while Dwayne knew how to get the fit just right for his slacks, his ass still had a mind of its own, threatening every stitch and seam through the workday.

The pair had gone into business together making menswear intended for GluteMax cases. Dwayne the designer and seamstress, with Carl handling operations and, obviously, modeling. After the end of wrestling season, Carl had finally stopped taking the supplement and had started to cut now that he no longer needed the bulk. He had thinned somewhat into an athletic, lean muscled appearance, except of course, for his massive ass. That, to his chagrin, looked somehow even more pronounced since he had slimmed down, but due to Dwayne’s sewing genius, proved a boon to their nascent business.

Turns out there was a demonstrable demand for well fitting pants, shorts, slacks, jeans, underwear, swimwear, and more from men with Carl’s predicament. And there were quite a few. GluteMax hadn’t been all that well known outside of bodybuilding and body mod circles, but after the exhibition match, when Henri, with Marc’s encouragement, revealed that his ridiculous glute gains were in fact due to being ‘maxxed,’ the supplement entered the mainstream. Demand skyrocketed beyond what the manufacturer could supply and all manner of amateur fitness models to social media influencers to curious consumers jumped on the trend. With increased attention came increased scrutiny, along with an uptick of rare, extreme cases of men who had monster booties far beyond what they had expected or been promised. Not to mention the odd side effects and second hand impacts. Between the federal investigation and class action lawsuit, production was put on pause for the time being, but the damage was done. And suddenly, there was a market for which Dwayne and Carl were uniquely prepared. While things were going well early on, that didn’t mean Carl wouldn’t have reservations about Dwayne’s new ideas. 

“Yeah, yeah,” said Dwayne. “Just tell me how it feels. How’s the fit?”

“Honestly?” Carl took a few seconds to move around in the new piece, getting accustomed to how it shifted and stretched across his round bottom, even going so far as to bend over, lunge, and settle into a deep squat. “It’s great! I forgot what it was like to not have to worry about turning one way and my ass going the other.”

“Fantastique!” exclaimed Dwayne with a clap of his hands. He was excited to start rolling out this new product, but also relieved for his friend. While Carl had gotten used to walking around with a comically large ass, it still came with its peculiar set of ongoing frustrations, and Dwayne liked finding ways to support him, literally and metaphorically. Besides, this was much better than his previous experiment, which was little more than a sewn in spandex cage. “Now get dressed, we have a client coming any minute now.”

“A client? Since when do we take appointments?” asked Carl, interrupted by a slow, intentional knock on their door.

“Someone had an issue with some of our compression shorts and I couldn’t figure out what the problem was over email, so I figured he could just stop by,” answered Dwayne in a brisk walk through their living room. “You go throw something on, I’ll keep him busy in the studio.”

Carl hustled to his bedroom, not bothering to take off Dwayne’s new contraption. Truth be told, it was quickly growing on him. Once you got used to it, it was surprisingly comfortable. And kind of hot, he thought to himself, getting a look at his mega booty as he hiked a pair of stretchy shorts over his cheeks. They were visibly perkier and more firm, and would probably look fantastic in their new line of slacks. He was settling into visions of photoshoots, marketing, and a seasonal soft launch when he remembered why he had rushed to get dressed in the first place. He headed back into their makeshift studio while throwing a short sleeve button down around his shoulders. Not the most professional entrance, but whatever works, he thought, looking up to see a blast from the past: Caleb.

He hadn’t seen his old teammate in months. Not since he quit towards the end of wrestling season. Or quit wasn’t exactly the word, maybe something like took a leave of absence, as their coach had told them curtly before practice one day. Since they had faced each other in that fateful practice match that still lived rent free in Carl’s head, Caleb’s prodigious schlong had transformed from an oddity to a nuisance to a problem through the rest of the season. It had become almost impossible to hide in his skin tight singlet, much to his chagrin. Oddly enough, it did give them somewhat of an edge by setting the other teams completely off guard. Carl’s monster glutes were an ace in the hole, but as it turned out so was Caleb’s super dick. 

That is, until, in a particularly heated bout, Caleb found himself pinned to the mat, his opponent showing no intention of letting go of his full body hold. Caleb, using his surprisingly strong legs, executed a switch that brought them around 180 degrees, face to face with him in the advantageous position and his opponent left wide eyed in shock. Except, as he quickly realized, that expression wasn’t because of Caleb’s unexpected skills but actually the inches of rock hard cock jutting out of the left leg of his singlet.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, as his opponent subtly shifted position to make sure Caleb’s faux pas stayed hidden from view, giving him time to quickly rearrange his manhood back into the spandex and nestled along the outside curvature of his leg. As they ended the match, with Caleb eking out a win on a technicality, his bulge was deemed too obscene to continue, looking unreal in the tight, stretchy fabric. He fought the decision in his usual matter of fact tone, his seriousness belied by his not so subtle attempts to cover up the ridiculous pipe running across his quads.

As the league decided how to handle Caleb’s distracting problem, he took a break from the team. And of course, word had spread like wildfire about his serious endowment, leading him to keep an even lower profile than usual. He refused to be caught dead in anything remotely form fitting.

So it was a surprise in more than one way when Carl got a chance to look him over after all these months, dressed in nothing other than their own line of stretchy summer slim fit joggers.

“Hey, you!” exclaimed Carl, trying and failing to act like he wasn’t mildly detached from reality over the fact that this man he’d been fantasizing about for the better part of a year had manifested in his living room. In the clothes that he had marketed, no less–the olive green is such a good color on him, came a fleeting thought in the back of his mind.

“Oh, uh, hi,” said Caleb, giving a shy wave to his old teammate, his eyes flitting to meet Carl’s, before returning to whatever it was that Dwayne held tenderly in his hands.

“Do you two know each other?” asked Dwayne, before cutting himself off with a sudden lack of interest. “Oh, right. Wrestling or whatever.”

“Yes, wrestling or whatever,” repeated Carl, delicately placing each word as if he’d been practicing the phrase for weeks, bright smile still plastered on his face. “Wait, oh, you’re the appointment! What brings you here?”

“Compression shorts gave out,” answered Dwayne, almost to himself, eyes still studying the fabric in his hands, his right incisor visible as it chewed on his lower lip. Carl had known him long enough to know that this meant a particularly complex problem needed to be solved.

“Ok, so, can’t we just…” he drifted off mid sentence as Caleb adjusted his sitting position, giving an unconscious pull on his joggers, his eyes still focused on Dwayne in mid thought. “I see,” he muttered, as what he thought was a fold in the fabric of Caleb’s pants turned out to more accurately portray a kielbasa running down Caleb’s inner thigh, approaching the bend of his knee. He came to the chilling realization that Caleb’s growth must have continued for quite some time as the supplement’s lasting impacts dissipated.

“Oh, sorry,” said Caleb, catching Carl’s dumbfounded stare. “I forgot I wasn’t wearing the compression shorts. They’re super comfortable by the way, it’s like I forget they’re there.”

“Oh thanks,” said Dwayne, a polite half smile crossing his lips that Carl knew was actually an immensely satisfied mental high five about his handiwork.

“N-no problem,” stuttered Carl. “Nothing I haven’t seen before right? Well I guess it’s even more than I’ve seen before,” he continued with a nervous laugh.

Dwayne shot him a mildly exasperated keep it in your pants glare before turning back to Caleb with a reassuring smile on his face. “I think I know how to fix this, but I’ll need a little bit of time.”

“Oh wow, thanks,” said Caleb with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. “I was really starting to depend on these. Nothing else has been able to keep all this under control.”

“Of course,” Carl jumped in, finally regaining his professional composure. “That’s why we’re here!”

—

Carl was usually pretty hands off when it came to Dwayne working his creative magic. He knew better than to rush the process. But over the next few days that didn’t stop him from checking on this particular compression short adjustment a little too incessantly.

“Your wrestling team crush isn’t going anywhere,” said Dwayne, putting the final touches on this impromptu rush job. “At least not without these.” He prided himself on a high quality, deliberate process, but was tired of his friend breathing down his neck. “Why didn’t you just ask him out?”

“Hm. I guess that was an option,” said Carl, his lips twisting in thought. “Don’t worry about postage, I’ll hand deliver!” He picked up the package that Dwayne had just sealed with the shorts safely inside, tossing it into his cross-shoulder bag as he bounded to the door.

“Now, hold on!” exclaimed Dwayne.

“What? It’s called good service,” responded Carl, hand resting indignantly on his hip. “We go above and beyond for our customers.”

“I think you’re a little below and beyond,” said Dwayne, using his index finger to draw attention to the fact that other than the short sleeve button up, shoulder bag, and carefully chosen snapback, Carl was wearing nothing but a lavender thong below the waist, his bulbous butt sitting proud, framed by the half open doorway.

“...Right.”

Just under an hour later, Caleb opened the door to find Carl intently staring down at him, package in hand and clad in a pair of just the joggers that Caleb loved so much. And the snugness with which they hugged his ample curves certainly didn’t hurt.

“Oh,” said Caleb, a look of surprise replaced with one of his curt greetings. “I thought you would just mail it.”

“Nope!” Carl replied. “We wanted to make sure you got it safe, sound, and to your liking.”

“Well yeah, I guess I could just try them on now, make sure they fit. Come on in.”

“Oh, that’s not what I…” stammered Carl, as Caleb gingerly lifted the package out of his hands and turned to walk back into his apartment, his tight, perky backside swishing back and forth in his sweats.

“It’s kind of sparse, but make yourself at home,” Caleb yelled over his shoulder as he headed back to his room to change. “There might still be beer in the fridge from the move.”

Carl, heart aflutter, thought he might as well verify that the product performs as promised, stepping into Caleb’s very modern, recently renovated, but mainly empty apartment. From the loose boxes mixed with packing supplies  and small furniture arranged haphazardly in the space, Carl guessed he must have just moved recently, and it looks like it was a big upgrade. Reminder to self to ask what he does now, thought Carl. What was his major, again?

He found the second to last beer and settled onto a stool next to the kitchen island, his ass cheeks smothering the metal seat.

Caleb re-entered a couple minutes later still wearing a tank top, but having traded out his sweats for the recently mended compression shorts. And nothing on top of them. Carl was surprised to see a beaming smile on his face, hands splayed wide as he did a quick turn. He caught a brief glimpse of his perfect bubble butt before his pipe came into view, looking like it may run the length of the compression shorts if he didn’t have it curved around his right upper thigh.

“They’re great!” he said. “Even better than before, feels really secure. You two are kind of a dream team.”

“I, um, well, it’s-it’s mainly Dwayne, I just run operations.”

“And delivery?” Caleb chuckled. “Let me go change back into my sweats, if you don’t mind? Don’t like keeping things compressed when I don’t have to. You know how it is,” referring with a hand gesture to the comfortable joggers caressing Carl’s round, oversized bottom.

“Yeah yeah, totally fine,” said Carl, regaining his composure. He reasoned that he must be about to wake from some sort of fever dream, picking up his bag as he got ready to dutifully leave Caleb’s place, having confirmed that the product was, in fact, a good fit. Before he could reach the door, Caleb re-entered in his original sweats, massive manhood still unmistakable but maybe less intense.

“You haven’t finished your beer,” he said. “No rush.”

Carl returned to the kitchen island to nurse his IPA, which led to Caleb deciding to finish off the last one, which led to Carl politely not wanting to leave before Caleb finished his beer, which led to Caleb mentioning that he had just found the box with a mix of gin, mezcal, and a variety of high shelf liqueurs and mixers that his ex had left behind months ago after an amicable, yet frustrating break up. And this led to Carl letting slip that he had developed a skill with cocktails from working the late shifts at the Tuesday Diner, which led to him throwing together some sort of concoction he called a Pretty Boi, insisting that the i in Boi was essential, which led to them sitting comfortably, drinks in hand, on the couch. 

Not exactly the fantasy date Dwayne had been alluding to, but Carl was having a great time. Caleb did in fact land a consulting gig that not only paid well but allowed him to set his own work from home hours. Carl got into his struggle to balance his new nonprofit gig with the side hustle with Dwayne that was taking off faster than they expected, leaving him with tragically little social or romantic space. Which of course led Caleb to reflect on his recent breakup. Without getting into too much detail–and without needing to–Caleb’s growth had not only put quite a strain on their sex life, but the supplement sparked some secondary effects in his partner that changed the dynamic, so to speak. By their second round of pretty bois, they were well into the aggravation of navigating the local dating scene as overworked young professionals, especially whenever someone found out they were maxxed, which, for them both, was virtually impossible to hide. They hadn’t made it through the third round of Carl’s cocktail–which Caleb loved–before they had passed out right there on the sofa, Carl’s head resting heavy on Caleb’s chest, with Caleb’s hand lightly caressing the curvature of Carl’s bubble booty.

Carl was woken up the next morning by something long and hot running rock hard between them, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what it was. Especially since it impatiently throbbed in sync with the beat of Caleb’s heart. This is his morning wood? he thought incredulously, shifting slightly to get a better idea of Caleb’s unbelievable dimensions.

In response, Caleb, just starting the process of emerging from sleep, let out a soft moan, thrusting his hips sensually into Carl’s crotch. As he opened his eyes, he realized that this wasn’t in fact a dream but a real live person meeting his mega dick up close and personal.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” he said, still bleary eyed. He attempted to wrestle his cock out of the way, but the friction of his sweats against his sensitive head produced a visible shiver of pleasure.

“No, it’s cool,” said Carl. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?”

“I don’t think you remember it quite like this,” laughed Caleb, one hand covering half his face in faux embarrassment. 

“Well I’m down for an update,” responded Carl, leaning in to nuzzle the scruff of Caleb’s chin, which Caleb eagerly returned as a kiss.

They fooled around the early morning sun, Caleb grabbing handfuls of Carl’s ridiculous donk while his dick extended even further down his leg, finally reaching full mast. With Caleb’s tank top long gone, Carl moved down his torso, planting tender kisses along the trail of fur that led to Caleb’s waistband.

“Is this ok?” he asked, looking up at Caleb as he played tentatively with the elastic.

“More than ok,” Caleb replied, already starting to breathe heavily. It had been a while.

Carl slowly pulled down his friend’s sweats, taking his time to savor the sight of more, and more, and more dick. In the soft light, his full erection was majestic. Carl took a moment to taste the precum leaking out of Caleb’s massive purple head, before letting it go and watching it give a wet slap to Caleb’s chest, flinging even more pre onto his chin. Carl traced the veins along the underside of Caleb’s prodigious cock, marveling at the fact that as he reached the head, they were practically face to face. He could probably suck himself off, he thought. This is a beast.

He spent some time ministrating on Caleb’s painfully sensitive cock head–Caleb practically writhing in orgasmic bliss–before finally opening his jaw and taking as many inches as he could. And he could take quite a few, having had plenty of practice with Brian over the past several months.

“Oh my god,” grunted Caleb. “No one’s…no one’s ever…aughhhhhhh!”

Caleb’s brain practically short circuited as he shot volley after volley of gooey jizz into Carl’s throat, then mouth, then face as it plopped free, still shooting for what seemed like an eternity, Carl eagerly lapping up as much as he could.

“Oh, shit,” said Caleb, slowly coming to. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while since anyone’s been willing to try that.”

“It’s cool,” said Carl, smile beaming through the streaks of jizz covering his mouth and chin. “Good morning, but I really should be going.”

Caleb did convince him to at least let him clean him off in the shower after covering him in spunk. And he threw in a bonus while soaping up Carl’s massive ass, leaning in to bury his face between the cheeks before eagerly eating him out, working his juicy nuts from the back until Carl shot his ropes of jizz onto the tile.

Before finally heading out, Carl leaned against the door frame of the entrance. “So packaged safely delivered? Quality assured?” he asked.

“Five out of five stars,” said Caleb. “But you’ve got some explaining to do to your roommate.”

“Ugh, I’ll never hear the end of it. Yesterday he, um, said to just ask you out. Ya know, if you’re–”

“Yes,” Caleb cut him off, reaching up to give Carl a deep kiss. “What are you up to this weekend?”

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Chapter 9: Riptide

Masterlist

Summary: making hero names and leaving for training

Trigger warning: none that I know of

It’s now the next day after everything and the family at the store getting things for dinner. I yawn and get out of bed. I get ready since Izuku is coming over. I go downstairs and open the door for Izuku before he can knock.

“I forgot you could do that.” He says.

“Come on.” I open the door more and he walks in. I close the door and head to my room. I sit on my bed and he sits at my desk.

“I wanted to talk about-.” He stops and looks at a notebook.

“Is that my hero notebook?” I nod and he grabs its.

“I was fixing it, It’s not done but you can take it if you want.” I look at my hands not wanting to really talk about the notebook.

“Thank you Y/n. I thought it was gone, I’m really glad its still alive!”

“Yeah, anyways you wanted to talk.”

“Oh yeah! I’ve been thinking about your quirk and what had happened during the usj. I think I have a solution.” I raise my eyebrow.

“So from my understanding something happened in the water. Causing you to uh, change? And your sixth sense could prevent it!”

“So we use my weakness to prevent the worst.”

“Yes! Though we’d have to find the in between too much and too little.”

“So we’d have to do testing. Which could either go really well or really bad.”

“We’ll start with a few then go up, though I need to find a way to build something to keep on you.” He starts mumbling, I just let him finish. Ring ring, I grab my phone and see it’s Denki.

“One second.” I go to the hallway and answer.

“Hey Denki.”

“Hey! So I would ask Sero but he’s busy. Oh- not that you don’t have good taste!“

“All good, what’s the problem?”

“Do you like, “Hey name Denki Kaminari!” Or should I go with, “Hi! I’m Denki Kaminari!” Maybe something different?”

“I think the first ones good. I do have to go I’ll see you at school.”

“Okay bye!”

“Bye!” I hang up and go back to him still mumbling.

“Dude?”

“Oh- sorry! I’m gonna go home to do some research. I’ll talk to you later about it!” He goes with his notebook and I just wave. Man, it’s Sunday, school’s tomorrow.

“It's different when they broadcast the matches on TV after all, huh?” Denki says.

“So many people talked to me on my way here!” Mina says.

“Yeah, me too!” Kirishima says, why’s everyone around my desk?

“People were staring at me, too. It was kind of embarrassing!” I honestly don’t know her name.

“Isn't that normal for you, Hagakure?” Sero asks, Damn.

“Anyone notice you?” Mina asks. I nod.

“This kid went up to me and tried to punch me, same kid asked for my tooth, and then the dad yelled at me for saying no.” I say.

“I-.” Kiri stumbles.

“Your tooth??” Tsu asks.

“The kid started to cry then I felt bad. So I gave her 20 bucks.” Denki pats my back.

“…”

“She still cried.”

“Where was Bakugo for this?” Sero asks.

“She got fucking lost in target.”

“Fuka are you okay?” Momo asks.

“I just wanted a lego.”

“Here.” Momo gives me 20 bucks. I shake my head, no.

“I’ll just get my college savings.”

“For the last time a bunch of bubbles in a treasure chest is not money!” Katsuki yells at me.

“MY GREAT GRANDMA GAVE ME THAT!”

“IT STILL NOT FUCKING MONEY!”

“Shut it you two.” When Sensei get here? Everyone sits down.

“Mr. Aizawa, your bandages are gone. Kero.” Tsu says.

“The old lady went overboard with her treatment. More importantly, we're having a special hero informatics class today.” Oh no, I didn’t study for anything.

“Code names. You'll be coming up with hero names. This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation.”

“Easy we just gotta prove ourselves!”

“Sure, and here are the totals for those with offers.” He moves to the side and shows the list.

Todoroki- 4,123 Bakugo- 3,556 Fuka- 3,118 Tokoyami- 360 Iida- 330 Kaminari- 272 Yaoyorzu- 180 Kirishima- 68 Uraraka- 20 Sero- 14

“In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these three this year.”

“I thought I’d have none.” I say.

“Why?” Uraraka asks.

“I threatened multiple people.”

“Right, well maybe they looked pass it!”

“Todoroki's first, and Bakugo's second? It's the opposite of their placement in the sports festival.” Kiri says.

“Some people are too scared to ask for a guy, who had to be restrained on the podium.” Sero says.

“What're the pros scared of?” Denki asks.

“Katsuki alone, Katsuki with me, Katsuki with his mom, Katsuki fighting Izuku.” I reply.

“His mom?” I nob.

“Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros. At USJ, you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it will still be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand.”

“That why we got hero names!” Mina says.

“Can mine be a swearword!”

“No Fuka.” Suddenly Midnight comes through the door.

“Well, those hero names are still temporary, but if you're not serious about it…You'll have hell to pay later! Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized by society, and they end up becoming professional hero names!” She says.

“Midnight!”

“I can’t do names so she’ll do it.” He then goes into his shack.

“It will be fun!” She pass out white boards and I think of what to put. Me and Katsuki have had the same hero name since 3rd grade, so it wasn’t that hard. After a couple people go I go up.

“Riptide, stretch of turbulent water in the ocean, which is caused by the meeting of currents or sometime abrupt changes in depth. Basically comes out of nowhere and drags you into the ocean.”

“Doesn’t that cause deaths?” Midnight asks.

“Everything does.” I say back.

“This is going to scare kids.”

“Girl, fuck them kids.” Some kids holds in their laugh.

“Young lady-.” She puts her hands on her hips.

“If a name of a normal occurrence is scary to a kid then that isn’t my problem. There are much more scary thing then a name. Hell, I’m scared of orcas yet you don’t see me pissing my pants every time Gang Orca is mentioned.”

“But your naming yourself after a traumatic experience.”

“I’m going to become a villain and name myself kitten and rainbows then.” She stares at me and sighs.

“You can keep the name if you can name one other hero with a scary name. Go.” I smile.

“Midoriya.” He looks up from his board.

“Gunhead, Master Driller, Godzillo, Deatharms, Snipe, Fireblas-.”

“Go sit.” Midnight cuts him off. I sit and watch Katsuki go up. Dudes gonna make a fool of himself.

"King Explosion Murder." He holds the broad, everyone starts laughing.

“You probably shouldn't use something like that.” Midnight says.

“Why not?” He raises his eyebrow.

“You should be Explosion Boy!” Kiri yells.

“Shut up, Weird Hair!” He yells.

“What about Kem? It’s shorter.” He glared at me and I shrug.

“Lord Explosion Murder.” He says as if that’s better.

“The king part wasn’t the problem.”

“Lem!”

“Shut up y/n!”

“Damn he used your real name.” Denki says.

“Oh my god I just thought of the best one.” I get up and whisper it to Katsuki. He thinks about it and erases the board. He writes it down and Midnight smiles at it.

“Ground Zero.” (Broski dynamight or however you spell it sucks ass 💀)

“Good!” We go sit and wait for a few others to go. After that Sensei comes out.

“Now that everyone's decided on their hero names, we'll go back to talking about the internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself. Those who didn't have offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country that will be accepting our interns. They all work in different places and have different specialties. For example, Thirteen would be focused on rescues from accidents and disasters more than fighting villains. Think carefully before you choose.”

“Yes sir!”

“Turn in your choices before the weekend.”

“That’s only 5 days!” I says.

“How much time did you need??” Mina asks.

“I don’t know man I suck at making decisions!”

“Samee.” Sero says.

I look at my list and even though I disagree with numbering heroes. I decided I’ll only do top ones, I’m not gonna go through 3,000 something people. My highest being best Jeanest, too proper. Gang Orca? Hell no. I skip through and see Mirko. I think I’ll go with her? I mean she’s a great hero, so why not?

It’s finally time to leave. We’re all outside waiting for the buses.

“You all have your costumes, right? Remember, you aren't allowed to wear them in public.”

“Yes sir!”

“Make sure you mind your manners with the heroes at your internships! Off with you, now.”

“Yes, sir!” We all head to the bus I wait back and walk to Sensei.

“What’s wrong Fuka?”

“I know this sounds super weird but could you take this bag?” I hand him one of my bags that was heavier then the rest. He raises an eyebrow but takes it.

“His names Lenny, just get him a coloring book and he’ll be cool.” He takes a double take and I blotted to my bus. Once I’m on I grab my phone and text the gang for a bit.

Chapter 10

[eriquin]

Cat's in the Cradle, Part 15

Hawkins is a war zone. Eddie is learning to live with his limitations.

(master post)(ao3 link)

Things started going better for them as the days went by. The army was mostly keeping the monsters at bay, and confined to the areas closest to the gates. El had managed to close another one, and was resting up. Eddie, Dustin, and Robin were in the basement of Robin’s house, making weapons in preparation for the raid on the next gate. 

“What’s the latest from the hospital?” Robin asked. Dustin was the center point of team communications and had checked in with Lucas that morning. 

“Max is still in a coma,” Dustin said. “But El thinks that Vecna has essentially kidnapped her mind. If we can defeat him, she’ll wake up.” 

“Okay, but how does that work with closing the gates?” Eddie asked. “Are we just going to seal him in the Upside Down?”

Dustin shook his head. “We’re trying to get it down to just one gate right now, so he doesn’t have multiple ways of attacking the town. But the agent that Hopper talks to is bringing in reinforcements. When they’re down to just one gate, they’re going to attack from that.”

Eddie frowned. “Won’t he see that coming?” 

Dustin grinned. “It’s more complicated than that,” he said. “There’s another plan, but it involves a strike team. I don’t actually have all the details on that one.”

“I know some of them,” Robin said. “And yeah, it’s... Well, it’s risky. I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s better than what we did before.”

Eddie plugged up another bottle of kerosene and put it into the crate. It was already too heavy for him to lift, but Robin could manage a full one. He grabbed another empty bottle. “It just kind of sucks that this is all I can do to help,” he said. “I want to do more.” 

Dustin nodded. “Maybe we can get them to let us set up traps in the woods,” he said. “It’s been quiet enough that it should be safe, right Robin?”

“Debatable,” Robin said. “But yeah, the monster sightings are dropping now that half the gates are closed. Nancy and Jonathan have been taking Mike and Will to help with those, but...” She gestured at Eddie and Dustin.

“Hey!” Dustin said. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re still limping around, gimpy,” Robin said. “And if anything happened to pipsqueak here—”

“Oh, can it,” Eddie said. “That’s half the problem. I mean, you bleed to death once and suddenly everyone treats you like you’re made out of glass.”

Dustin boggled at him. There was a war on his face, like he was fighting not to laugh. “Dude,” he said. “Too soon.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, all right,” he said. “But if imminent danger is the only way I’m gonna change back, I need people to stop wrapping me in bubble wrap.”

“Tough luck, buttercup,” Robin said, ruffling his hair. “We’re not willing to risk it.”

They got all the firebombs made and packed away with minimal spillage. Robin started carrying the crate up the stairs. She made it halfway up when the door opened. Steve saw her coming up and came down to meet her halfway. She moaned about it being too heavy and handed it off to him, which made him scoff. 

“Yeah, whatever, Robs,” he said, boosting the crate up onto his shoulder. “You’re just being lazy.” 

Eddie stopped and stared at the way Steve’s shirt hiked up at the waist. He couldn’t tell if he was jealous or if his brain was just latching onto memories of being a hormonal teenager, but he couldn’t look away. And worse, Robin turned around and caught him staring. She frowned deeply and squinted at him, and he finally managed to look away.

“You need help getting up the stairs, Dustin?” Robin asked.

“I’m fine,” said Dustin. He was limping a little more today, possibly because he’d gone overboard the day before. “Just keep walking so you’re not blocking my way.”

Eddie was the last one up the stairs, taking his time and feeling embarrassed. He heard Dustin hobble after Steve on their way out the front door, but Robin stayed behind. She crossed her arms and stepped into his path. “You doing okay there, sparky?”

He let out a long sigh. “Obviously not,” he said. He gestured at himself. “I’m stuck as a prepubescent but my brain has not gotten the memo. It’s extra awkward.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Robin said. “It’s fucking weird.”

“I don’t remember it being this complicated the last time this happened,” he said, scuffing his shoes on the hallway carpet. “Of course, that time had all that added brain-damage trauma, so maybe this is just normal.”

“I don’t think there’s really anything normal about what’s going on right now,” Robin said. She brought her knuckles to her mouth and nervously chewed on them. “But, like, other than that... I have a possibly invasive question for you.” 

Eddie sighed. “Go ahead,” he said, resigned to trying to manage whatever explanation her imagination had come up with. 

“Let me preface this by saying that whatever the answer is, I am totally, one hundred percent cool and supportive about it in a general sense, okay?” Robin stopped chewing on her knuckles and her hands moved rapidly back and forth in front of her like she was trying to cast a spell. “I don’t want you to think that I’m asking as, like, an accusation or something. I’m good either way.”

“Buckley, just spit it out.”

Robin took a deep breath. “Back when we stole that Winnebago and you called Steve ‘big boy’...” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Were you flirting with him?” 

Eddie froze and stared at a worn spot in the carpet. In all the chaos that had come after that, he had somehow completely blocked that little quip from his mind. His mouth went dry. Robin had gone still and was waiting for him to answer. His voice cracked when he did. “I... Kinda?” 

Her face lit up. “Really?” 

He gave her a helpless shrug. “I mean, it was kind of end-of-the-world shit, right? Like... Shit, like literally. Might as well? Not like I expected anything to come of it.” 

“No, I get it. I get it,” she said. “I’m mostly just happy that I’m right for once.”

Eddie gulped. “You can’t tell anyone,” he whispered. “I’m not even really... I know what they said about me at school but seriously, you can’t go around telling people that I’m...”

“Oh, Jesus. No, of course not,” Robin said. She ran her finger over her heart. “Cross my heart, dude. It’s just...” She leaned against the wall and slid down it, stretching her legs out across the hallway. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Unless it’s about your own rampaging homosexuality, I’m not sure I want to hear it.” He continued to stare at the floor until she cleared her throat to get him to look up. She was grinning and giving him a thumbs up. He groaned. “Oh, seriously? What, is the Upside Down a gay magnet or something?”

Robin chuckled. “Well, I don’t know about that. It would make my emerging crush on Nancy Wheeler a lot more bearable though.” 

Eddie snorted. “Really? No, wait, I take it back. She’s awesome. Good taste on your part.” 

“Yeah, I can’t figure out if I want her or want to be her. Little of both, maybe.” 

“Hell, I want to be her when I grow up,” Eddie said. He sighed and mirrored Robin’s pose. “I would also very much like to grow up now, please. This sucks.” 

“Oh yeah.” Robin made a face. “It’s super weird to see kid-you checking out my best friend, by the way.”

“I wasn’t—” Eddie sighed and banged his head against the wall. “I mean, it’s not like I’m having a physical reaction or anything.” 

“Gross.”

“It’s just...” He tapped the side of his head. “My brain isn’t exactly the same, either. I know what reaction I would be having, but it’s literally all in my head. It’s so confusing.”

Robin sighed. “Well, I can’t say I understand it, exactly, but it sounds like it sucks.” 

“It sucks so bad,” Eddie said. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and groaned. “And I have to live with him! You know how to live with that and not be able to process it like an adult? It’s im-fucking-possible.” 

Robin gave him a weak smile. “So, what are you gonna do about it?” she asked. “Just... Repress it until you either change back or grow up again?”

“God, I don’t know.” Eddie tried to keep the high pitched whine out of his voice, but it was impossible. He laughed a little. “I thought having to go through all that school bullshit was going to be bad, but with this on top of it? I have to change back, Buckley. I just have to.”

“And if you could do that?” Robin leaned over and peered at him. “Would you do something about...” She gestured at the front door of her house, through which Steve and Dustin had just left. 

Eddie froze and stared at the door. He grimaced and shook his head. “No, I don’t think I would,” he said quietly. “That’s, uh... How do I put this? Let’s say, hypothetically, I get this whole shapeshifting thing under control. At least to the point where I can pop back and forth. If nothing else, it’d be good for healing, right?” 

Robin looked confused, but nodded. “Yeah. Pretty good disguise, too.” 

“Right, right,” he said. “But, uh, coming clean about the whole—” He gestured wildly, hoping she got his point, “—Situation? That’s liable to lead to the kind of injury I won’t be able to heal.” 

She scrunched her face up like the metaphor literally stunk, and he could tell that she was about to say so, but the front door opened and the man of the hour came barging back in. “Guys, come on,” Steve said, clapping his hands together. His voice was slightly muffled by the scarf over his mouth, but the attitude was clear. “What are you doing just waiting around? We’ve got places to be.” 

Robin groaned and got back up. “Fine, God. We’re coming,” she said. “Eddie and I were just having a little heart to heart, you know?” She groaned as she got to her feet and stretched her arms over her head. 

“Well, while you were lagging, Dustin claimed shotgun,” Steve said. He put his hands on his hips. “And I’m not making him move this time.” 

“What? No, come on, Steve!” Robin yelled. She pulled a scarf of her own off a hook on the wall and wrapped it around the bottom part of her face. Eddie had a bandana to cover his own mouth and nose, and he followed them out as they argued. It seemed unlikely that Robin would spill his secret to Steve, but he suspected that this wasn’t going to be their last conversation on the subject.  

[klapooon]

19.08.2024, mr. lighthouse

(visual companion to a diary entry from 15.08.'24 describing a vivid image of my boyfriend, as seen through my mind's eye. super long entry under 'read more', stream of consciousness-ish style because I was overcome with strong emotions at the time of writing.....)

in the last fortnight I went a-fishing, I met a Mr. Lighthouse; tall and imposing, with a body littered in tiny peels of paint that seemed akin to tiny brown stars kissed on skin by the mean sun, and thick brown foliage that lent tender to his mien - tall and imposing, yet gentle was he with his light as he brought me onto his little oasis of bedrock, from which he diligently casts shine onto the unknown blue of life. I do not swim, nor have I ever known how, but deep were the colour of his words that stretched and rolled and crashed into worlds miles away than what I‘ve sailed before; electrifying were their hold, as they shot through my sails and shocked me overboard, like a gannet in a tizzy by the fish lurking below whose dart-sharp beak splits water and streaks blue in weaving columns of gas white bubbles - out of blue, I spilt and gaped hot white steam at the dizzy sky waltzing above, the taste of moonlight swallowed in artful golden- at which, bathed into blue, I marvelled before I sank, seized by thoughts of swooning whirlpools fluent in trivialities and loose lore that made my girlish head, of tiny streams and base art, well-hidden and undeciphered, now cradled in the palms of his all-seeing lantern, which sneaks so effortlessly anyhow through the cracks of my deceptive smiles and fretting hands, though nary a keeper to command its direction.

But Mr. Lighthouse, is it lonely without a lightkeeper?

As I stand there on your bedrock, surrounded by dark foliage, you tell me not but show me how the waves pummel you violently with their caresses, chipping and eating away at stones without ever bringing a gift in return; how sirens, like cruel neighbours, peek their heads out the water with a basket woven in venom in their claws, moist smiles from sweetened malice, spitting and ripping away at the garden flourishing on your sides; how divine thunder and grey fluff cast dampness on brimming blue skies so as to dim the life that never should have planted itself firm on frontiers unknown, waters windblown - in blinding vision still, circling the yonder, you set everything ablaze; in light and shadow, you dissect and repaint the world with bitterness of solitude that always ends in love and wonder, bathe it pure white and rapturous red, like a passionate fire that burns and laps at freezing skin in its desire to thaw and comfort lost men. Your lantern, with cruel memories and rainbow dreams hidden in its circuits, delivers heaven for ships and men rended by the waves of time and indifference, who, worn and weary, now drift ashore on your grassy soft beaches, the siren’s wailing a mere buzz in the distance -

Oh, Mr. Lighthouse, is it lonely without a lightkeeper?

As I stand there on your bedrock, hands sifting through your dark foliage and fingertips agog kissing your peeling paints, the sound of your mellifluous tongue, buzzing ever so foreign to my ears, carried by the wind all-enthralling - please, let me climb your stairs, dip me into your light and the ocean that hugs your firm roots -

Your lantern, your heart - I‘ll kindle their fire for you, dearly.

(for love is never rotten - share unto me your leaden shoulders, so that I may carry your pain in the tears that streak my cheeks, with you in the nest of my arms; though every wound I know not how to mend, if Orpheus is ever seized by the urge to look back, this Eurydice will stretch out her hands where he needs them the most, always.)

[dingbatnix]

Warden

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Are yall ready for the angst to truly begin? I am. I'm really excited to get this out. Anyway, here we go!

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Implied Death, Implied Violence/Torture, Vague description of a panic attack, Dismemberment, ect.

It was only a few hours later that Quackity was calling for Sam to let him out of the cell, telling him that he was “done” with Dream for the day. Sam had lowered the lava as per request, and then had to wait as it bubbled down for Quackity to come back across. The avian seemed strangely…excited, and he was bloodier than usual. Sam chalked that up to the man trying to beat Dream back down into submission.

“Sam, every time he respawns, he comes back with his hybrid features!” Quackity grinned sharply up at the towering creeper hybrid and pulled out what looked like a pile of bones from his inventory. With a sickening realization, Sam saw that they were large, cyan-tinted antlers. Dream’s antlers. Some were cracked and fractured at the base, and others still had the pedicle attached to them, bits of flesh and blood and even hair clinging against the bone. Sam nearly choked. There were fourteen in total in the pile. Quackity had killed Dream seven times. How was Dream not dead? How were none of those kills not his final life? 

Sam voiced as much to Quackity, concerned. If the man went overboard and killed their prisoner, well. There wouldn’t exactly be a riot, but Sam’s methods and accountability would be brought into question. He didn’t want to deal with that.

Quackity chuckled, pulling more bloody parts from his inventory and continuing to pile them on the floor. Oh Prime, was that Dream’s tail? Sam’s gut twisted, and he stepped back, staring at the chunk of bloody, visible vertebrae that stuck out from the jagged base of the long, tufted limb. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pile of body parts and even organs that Quackity was dropping on his floor.

“Qu-Quackity, what…?” Sam couldn’t voice the words. This was…this…

Sam wanted to throw up. He knew what this was. He knew what Quackity was doing. The stump where his own tail ended stung, and the scars on his throat burned.

Quackity’s functioning eye sparkled, and he gestured to the gorey accumulation heaped between them. Sam could only stare as blood started to soak down in the creases between the blackstone tiles.

“I…I know something…useful,” Quackity paused, grinning slyly. Sam had an awful, awful idea of what the avian was about to say. He dreaded what he thought was about to come out of the avian's mouth. It was any hybrid’s worst fear, and even normal humans were wary of it.

“I know how to force respawn glitches, Sam!” Quackity suddenly crowed, shark-like teeth glinting in the redstone lamps lining the ceiling. Sam’s stomach dropped. Prime, what was wrong with Quackity?

A respawn glitch, or death glitch, as they were sometimes called, was an issue with somebody respawning and getting swamped with the residual void-magic of coming back. If you were stuck in the glitch, you would essentially be immortal, but not in a good way. Every time you died, whatever wound it was that killed you would disappear, but the pain would remain until you could get out of the glitch. If you were killed multiple times, the pain would build up until you were catatonic. Or until you went mad. Sam had seen both happen before. 

He wasn’t exactly sure how somebody could get glitched, but he knew it had something to do with intent. That’s how Cannon deaths worked, at least. If someone killed you, and they were intending to kill you, then you’d lose a life. If it was an accidental death, you would respawn just fine. A little disoriented, maybe, but fine. All Sam knew of how the respawn glitch worked was that you couldn’t intentionally kill the person, but they had to die enough for there to be a large accumulation of the Void to do…something. Sam didn’t know what the next step was. He didn’t want to know. 

It was something Sam had feared happening to himself, a long time ago, back when…

He shook himself. He was lucky that he wasn’t that valuable of a hybrid. He was lucky he was alive at all.

Sam shifted back subtly, hiding how sick the subject of harvesting parts from any sort of hybrid made him. Even if it was Dream they were talking about. Not even Dream deserved this.

“We’ve got an endless supply of warden parts, Sam! Isn’t that fucking ace?” The avian spread his arms out grandly, inadvertently slinging crimson droplets across Sam's blackstone flooring. "We can sell them and make a ton, dude! I've read that, if you can get them, warden drops can make some powerful potions. Sam, we have unlimited access to it all!"

Sam suppressed a shudder at the other man's words. He stood stiffly, looking down at his partner with disgust. As a hybrid himself, Quackity should know what he was saying. He should know the horrifying implications of what he was talking about. Harvesting. He wanted to harvest Dream's parts and sell them. 

Sam's hands shook around the shaft of his trident, and he hissed out a dark plume of hot smoke that drifted heavily from the vents of his gas mask. His throat felt like it was on fire.

“Do what you will, Quackity, but I want no part of it.” Sam managed, turning away and breathing deeply. As a victim of hybrid trafficking himself, he wasn’t going to participate in anything like it. It hit him too close to home. It brought back memories and thoughts that he didn't want. But…it was still Dream. Dream, who was a horrible person who had no morals to speak of whatsoever. Sam wasn’t going to go out of his way to help the man, not after all he’d done.

Behind him, he heard Quackity cackle gleefully as he scraped up his pile of trophies and scampered away to clean himself up from his session with Dream. Sam let him run off. Quackity knew the way out of the prison. He could let himself out.

As soon as he was sure the man was gone, Sam rushed himself off to his quarters. The cold metal of his mask felt like it was burning against his skin, and his ears were ringing. He couldn't breathe.

Sam slammed the door of his quarters shut and practically clawed his gas mask off with violently shaking hands. He tossed it across the room, gasping in choked breaths and sinking down against the automatically-locking door. His hands found his throat, and he clawed at the armored fabric around his neck until he managed to shred through it with his sharp nails. The effect wasn’t immediate, but he felt better with nothing around his neck. It reminded him too much of his old collar. 

Without his consent, Sam’s fingers wandered up to his throat and pressed against the clammy green skin. Sam shivered.

He traced the long, surgically precise scars stretching from the underside of his chin all the way down to his collarbones, hands trembling and breath still hitching. He couldn’t produce gunpowder, not anymore, not since…

Sam cut himself off, yanking his fingers away from his neck and tucking his arms around his chest. He could still produce smoke, and that’s all he needed. That’s all he needed. He couldn’t think about what—

He shook his head, cutting himself off again and whining faintly. He wished Ponk were here. Ponk always knew how to keep him from spiraling. He missed Ponk. Ponk would know what he should do in this situation. Ponk always knew what to do.

But Ponk was gone. Sam had hurt him.

His hands found his scars again, and his breathing hitched back up. What was he going to do?

[ventihonklightice]

period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

??

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

~

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

[baroquebucky]

the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in every and any love language possible

word count: 1.6k

masterlist

a/n: hi hi guys !! hope u all enjoy this i went overboard again srry for any typos !! :]

Bucky loved you. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, the way you cooked, the way you laughed, the way you talked. He loved every aspect of you, even when you were cranky and would stomp away from him in a fit of anger, he loved you.

You loved Bucky. You loved everything about him, the way he bit his lip when he was frustrated, the way he leaned on everything when he was standing, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, how he would take deep breaths when he was upset about something. You loved every aspect of him, even when he would try to shut you out and deal with things on his own.

1) gift giving

“I’ve read all the reviews it’s supposed to be so good, i hope it isn’t overhyped or ill be really upset” you pouted, setting some brownies on a plate for Bucky, putting the plate in his hand without him even asking. He smiled, thanking you silently.

“it looked good from the trailer you showed me” he spoke, eyes trained on the brownies in hand, he just wanted to eat them already.

“buck i baked the brownies for you, eat them” you laughed softly and he blushed, immediately going for a bite, chewing for a second before stopping.

“that bad huh?” You joked, about to make another comment when he cut you off, shaking his head and swallowing his bite, going in for another right after. Within seconds the piece in his hand was gone.

“oh?” You grinned and threw his head back, moaning dramatically as he finished eating the piece.

“this is the best brownie I’ve ever had in my whole life” he spoke, his face serious as he stated you in the eyes, getting up and kissing your face all over.

“Bucky!” You laughed, shoving him slightly, a smile on his face.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but i saw this at the store and-” Bucky began, knowing you were gonna be upset he bought you something when you told him the brownies were just out of love.

“James!” You scolded him, trying to look angry but failing as a smile creeped onto you face, eyes landing on the bag he held in his hand.

“Cmon baby you’ll love it” you let out a sigh, a grin playing on your lips as you opened the bag, eyes landing on a pretty notebook and your grin grew wider.

“i know you said you wanted to start journaling so” he motioned to the book and you smiled, cheeks hurting.

“thank you bucky i love it” you kissed his cheek before setting the notebook on the table, sitting on the couch next to him and turning on the movie.

Bucky always bought you little things, he loved visiting antique shops and almost every time he brought back something to give you. His excuse being one of three:

“it was too cute to not get!”

“it made me think of you and so i had to get it”

“i figured i could have it as decoration or you would find some use for it”

You told yourself next time he bought you a gift you wouldn’t take it, and every time your heart melted at his actions and you couldn’t help it.

You would be a hypocrite, considering how often you also bought bucky little things. Getting his his favorite snacks and fruit, buying him shirts and jackets when you went shopping because you knew he’d been wanting some, getting him small decoration items because he wanted to decorate his apartment and buying him candles knowing he loved having his apartment smell nice.

2) acts of service

You and Bucky could either have nothing to do or have no time to breathe, no in between.

Bucky loved helping you when you were stressed, he loved knowing he was helping you stress out less.

He would help you with anything he could, cooking for you, helping you with your work, helping with daily chores so you wouldn’t have to worry about them and you could focus on your tasks.

You loved helping Bucky when he was busy. Being an avenger was tough work and you knew how exhausted bucky would get. You just wanted him to relax when he had the chance.

You would buy his groceries along with yours when has barely returned from a mission, bruised and battered, making him breakfast in bed and stocking his fridge and pantry. You would help clean up his wounds, scolding him when he didn’t want to, saying he would be fine and he just wanted to cuddle you.

When you were both busy you still found ways of helping each other, always trying to decrease the others load, wanting nothing but happiness for each other.

3) quality time

When you both had nothing but time you spent it together. Doing work silently, watching movies or tv shows, baking and cooking together, playing board games, anything you could think of.

Both of you loved going out to the park, walking hand in hand and enjoying the cool breeze, sitting down to watch the sunset and smiling at each other when he was caught staring at you.

You would have some spare painting supplies lying around from the time you had a bob ross night with the team, gathering them up and painting with Bucky for the night.

40’s music filling the air as the two of you talked and painted, ignoring everything except each other.

4) physical touch

Bucky was touch starved, he wanted to be held and loved.

And you did just that.

You peppered Bucky in kisses, holding hand and playing with hair, cuddling him any chance you got. You would sit next to him and lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

Bucky would always be holding you, having his hand on your thigh while he drove or hold your hand when you went out together, sometimes just linking your pinkies together. He would drape and arm around your waist when you slept next to him, holding you securely and protecting you from the world.

Bucky loved running his fingers through your hair, braiding it absentmindedly at times, kissing your forehead when he finished.

He loved kissing you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your face because he loved hearing you giggle, quieting you with a gently kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping you in his arms.

You would hold Bucky when he was upset, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You would let him be the little spoon at times and hold him tightly, making sure he knew you weren’t gonna leave him.

5) words of affirmation

Bucky needed reassurance sometimes and that was okay, you were more than happy to tell him how much you loved him.

“you’re doing amazing bucky I’m so proud of you” you would tell him, looking him in the eyes and pulling him into your arms.

“i love you so much lovebug, you mean so much to me” he would stare at the ground, refusing to believe how lucky he was. But you would always gently lift his face, look him in the eyes and assure him that you loved him.

Sometimes he would have a rough day on a mission, he would be upset and cranky, ending your calls short as opposed to his usual bubbly and excited ones that could go on for hours. You would send him some texts, hoping to boost his mood

i love you and i know you’re doing your best

im proud of you, can’t wait for you to come home to me <3

Bucky loved them, his mood always lifting after reading them.

He would always reassure you, when you were sad, upset or just in a bad mood. He would remind you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you, telling you how far you’d come and how much you’d achieved.

“you’re so amazing and so talented angel, you can get through this” he told you, helping you get through the absurd amount of work you had.

When he was away for long periods of times he would have letters he left for you, telling you to open them on certain days so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Writing to you and telling you how much he loved you, wishing he was there to tell you himself.

Sometimes you got in your head after arguing, Bucky was always there to help you out.

“do you still love me” you whispered, eyes red and teary. You had argued an hour ago and had yet to speak to each other, giving yourselves space to calm down.

Bucky was upset, but he immediately softened at your words, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his chest, stroking your hair softly so you could calm down.

“you’re mine angel, you have me forever” he whispered, “of course i love you baby, nothing is ever gonna change that, especially not one argument.”

You both apologized, talking everything out and spending the night cuddled up. Bucky telling you how much he loved you and you telling him all he meant to you.

Five languages of love.

You thought you would only speak one, maybe two.

Bucky thought he could never learn to speak any again.

You were both wrong.

When it came down to your love for bucky and his love for you, both of you spoke all five languages, and you spoke them well, never failing to remind the other just how much you loved them.

[parkers-gal]

Tom x reader where reader wants to move out & live with Tom only (not with boys). Tom doesn’t want to move out, maybe Nikki has a talk with him

the one T.H.

➢ a / n | went a lil overboard, heh, but enjoy this ! sorry it took a lil while :,(

➢ wc | 2.5k <3

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There’s too many dishes in the sink, you note. There’s so many, that they won’t all fit for one load in the dishwasher. It’s a pain, and you know nobody in this house has the patience to wait for two full loads to carry through, so you have to hand wash half of them and allow the whirring machine to do the other half.

If this were a romantic comedy, you’d have Tom standing next to you and you’d hold hands under the suds while you wash the dishes together and chat about your future. This isn’t a rom-com, though. In fact, you don’t even know where the boys are right now. You were certain they went into the den to play Call Of Duty — or whatever it is that they play — but then you thought they went into the backyard with Tessa, but now you’ve just given up on figuring their whereabouts.

Not that you’re angry at Tom for not helping, though. He did the laundry with you earlier, so you’re content with his keeping end of the deal. It’s the other four that you’re a bit fed up with. Sam had just recently joined the Holland-Osterfield-Barrett household of mates, and while you’re all the more happy to welcome him in, it also means more work. There’s a chore schedule, but sometimes someone has work in a town or a country away, and the gaps in the schedule are only ever left for you to fill.

It’s tough, considering you have your own job, but you’re content with the situation — for now. You have Tom, the love of your life, and you have the best people of your life - Harry, one of your closest confidants, and Harrison, one of your partners in crime.

There’s a lot of baggage that comes with being the only woman in a household of boys that practically grew up with each other. You love Tessa with all your heart, but it’s not like you can really gossip to her about your day.

You’re not too worried about everything, anyway. The second anniversary of your relationship with Tom is coming up; it’s only a few months away, and though you’ve been pondering the idea for awhile, you’re thinking of getting a place with Tom, on your own, without the nagging and intruding fellow in-laws (to-be, hopefully).

Six weeks, today marks, for how long you’ve been thinking about the idea, debating whether it’s valid enough to bring up to Tom, deciding when the best time to talk to him would be. He’s a hard man to navigate — getting a spot in his busy schedule is like fighting to the front of a One Direction mosh-pit. That makes it practically impossible.

But, you’re Y/N. You’re his sweetheart, his darling, his weakness. You’re the most important person in his life, and when you want to have a serious conversation with him, Tom’s all ears and eyes, attentive and caring, understanding and, hopefully, supportive.

You’re hoping it won’t take much convincing — he’s lived with these people all his life, and if it’s truly hard for him to decide, you’ll know what he really wants then.

Ringing out a few glass cups, you let them dry on a dish rack that sits on the countertop. The buzzing and whirring of the dishwasher alerts you that it’s still happily running, and you walk towards the glass sliding doors that lead to the patio and backyard. Peering out, you see all four housemates and Paddy, playing with a frisbee and wrestling with Tessa and messing around with a rugby ball on the trampoline. They look like kindergarteners on the playground, and you decide then to bring them some lemonade like a mother in summertime.

“Hope you’re all a bit thirsty,” you set the tray down with a warm smile. Sam shuts his book of poetry to smile up at you from his seat. He’s been reading for a good fifteen minutes, but you reckon he’ll hop on the trampoline when Harrison gets off. For now, he watches as the Irregulars star jumps happily with Tuwaine.

“Oh, sick,” Harry runs over with the frisbee still in his hands, reaching for a glass and taking a big gulp. Tessa’s at his feet, awaiting for the frisbee game to resume, and you pet her head for a moment before Tom runs over to you, hair matted to his forehead in sweat.

“You’re the best, love,” his hand finds the small of your back as he kisses your temple. You smile again, eyes shutting in bliss at the feeling of his lips, but his hand maneuvers you so he can reach for a glass without bumping into you.

One by one, they come over for refreshments, before picking up where they left off beforehand. Tom’s last to leave, wanting to talk to you before playing with his brothers again.

“Oh, I have to talk to you later,” you whisper, fingers tracing down his damp (sweaty) shirt with a giggle. Tom raises a brow, and you nod softly, “Just, when you have time. Now have fun,” you push him off, and though he’s still just as curious, he leaves you alone on the patio. Taking one last glance at the rowdy group of boys, you bring the tray of empty cups inside, sliding the door shut and sighing to yourself. More dishes to do.

——

Tom’s drying his hair with a purple bath towel when he comes out of the steamy bathroom. He sighs contentedly, before remembering your words from earlier. He brings it up, “What was it that you needed to talk to me about?”

He walks over to the dresser while you look up from your phone. You hum as Tom puts something away, and you shut the electronic device off, setting it on your nightstand and twisting to face his direction.

“I wanted to talk to you about… us, I guess.”

You see Tom’s movement slow, and he removes the towel from his damp curls, turning around hesitantly. You smile, waving him off, “Nothing bad, I promise.”

He lets out an inaudible “phew,” and nods. “Good.” You agree with a nod of your head, and he furthers on with the questions. “What is it, though? Is it something important?”

“I mean…” Tom places his towel on the rack before walking to the opposite side of the mattress “Sorta?” You offer, and you see the gears turn in his head. He sits down across from you, on the bed, and he smiles encouragingly, still a bit suspicious.

“Well, I’m all ears, darling.”

You smile at the familiar pet name, and with a final breath in, you admit what’s been in your head for the past few months. “I was thinking maybe we could… move out… without the boys.”

It’s dead quiet for a few beats while the words sink into his mind. You’re not sure how he’s going to react, but you watch to gauge his reaction.

His mouth opens, almost as if he’s about to say something, but then he closes it, as if he’d suddenly second guessed himself. For once, you truly can’t read him.

“I thought… I thought you liked living here?” he says softly, almost a bit saddened.

You sigh with your words, “I do! Really, I do, but…”

“But…?” He bites his lip.

“Well, I mean…” you exhale again, “We’ve been together for almost two years,” he’s still listening, “Don’t you think we should be a little more independent?”

“I mean, sure, if we were a normal couple.” He laughs at the joke, and while you do too, it’s not really genuine, but more forced for the awkward tension in the air. “I just thought you… y’know, enjoyed spending time with everyone.”

You nod understandingly. “I do, Tom. Really, I do. But… y’know, we’re not getting any younger. I just thought maybe it was time for us to get a place of our own.” It comes out as more of a suggestion, a question for him to respond to. You quietly bite your lip while Tom nods at the information he’s taking in.

He looks down at his fingers, before locking eyes with you. “Can I think about it?”

You shut your eyes softly while nodding. Tom blinks, before standing from the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead and bidding farewell, heading downstairs for more quality time with his brothers.

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It’s been a week since that conversation took place in your room. You didn’t think it’d go so… bad? You’re not sure if you should say that, because he didn’t exactly say “no,” he just didn’t seem enthusiastic about deciding at all.

It’s a quiet Saturday. You’re out bowling with a few of your friends, news of one of them getting engaged spreading like wildfire. She’s having a dinner party later, but for now, you’re keeping the meeting small, inviting your closest circle for the fun day at the bowling lanes.

Tom asked you if you wanted to reschedule the dinner with his family, but you insisted that arriving late would be fine. It’s only four o’clock — the Holland family likes to come for late lunch and spend the night playing games and drinking beer, until the clock strikes midnight and Paddy’s passing out in the backseat on the way back home.

At least now, only one Holland brother stays with the parents.

Somehow, someway, the conversation had shifted to you. Everyone’s gathered in the living room, scattered on sofas, couches, beanbags, armchairs, loveseats. Tom misses you at his side, but the conversation of how your work is going just reminds him of what you’d proposed a few days ago.

“How’re things with her in general, though?” Nikki, Tom’s mom, asks with a smile. The eyes shift towards Tom, and he can feel his face heating up.

“Yeah, how’re things with the lovebirds?” Harry teases.

Tom chuckles, anxiety bubbling in his stomach, twisting his. “Uh- they’re- they’re good, yeah,” he assures them, though shaky.

“You sure, there?” Harrison teases. “Did someone propose or something?”

“No, no,” Tom airily chuckles. “Nothing like that.” “Oh?” His dad picks up, “What, then?”

“She- uh…” he licks his lips out of habit. “She wants to move out. Find a place for us, she said.”

The tone in which Tom tells them lets them know that he’s a little less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. It’s something that raises a red flag for Nikki; it’s something that makes her brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh,” Sam breaks the silent. “I’m happy for you, bro,” he pats Tom’s shoulder.

Tom smiles, though it’s forced and a bit spaced out.

“What’re you gonna tell her?” Harry asks. “You want it too, right?”

Tom shrugs weakly. Nobody talks about his responses, his reactions. It’s all a bit unexpected, for Tom to not be on board with the next step of the relationship.

“I mean, I don’t know, really.” He confesses with a nervous laugh, running a hand through his curls. “I’d miss you all so much. I just… I don’t know, I guess I just thought she liked living here too, y’know.”

A collective number of “yeah’s” and “mhm’s” go around the room, and Tom nods nonchalantly before the conversation switches to something more exciting. For now, Nikki lets it go, just until she can get her eldest in a room by himself, and before you get home.

It’s when Tom’s getting snacks for the group that Nikki decides to offer her help in the kitchen. They’re just putting dinner in the oven and preparing appetizers, but still, any opportunity to talk to Tom.

“So,” Nikki smiles, and Tom giggles while she puts another slice of tomato on the dish they’re preparing. “Moving out, huh?”

Though her tone is teasing, Tom can’t help but get shivers. He nods, quieting down a bit. Nikki’s movements remain, but Tom stops working altogether. “I don’t want to move out.”

His mum turns to look at him, and she nods, almost as if anticipating the confession. “Why not?”

Tom clicks his tongue, looking down as if he’s ashamed of feeling this way. “I just like things the way they are right now. I know at some point, someone’s gonna move out and the clan’s gonna go our separate ways, but I don’t want to be the one to go first.”

At this, Nikki fully turns to talk to Tom, no longer making dinner. “Tom…” She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel, and Tom does the same. “You were the first to go, you know.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she sighs, “Your career was first to take off. You ran out that door so fast, we couldn’t keep up.” Tom laughs, reminiscing to himself. “You’re going to keep growing,” she says softly. “You can’t stop that. You can’t stop everyone from growing apart. Sure, you might not grow apart, but you won’t always be this cute little boy band from your school days.”

“Not a boy band, mum,” Tom grumbles. The two of them share a knowing smile.

“You can’t blame yourself for growing, darling,” she steps closer, grabbing one of his hands just like he had grabbed hers the day he was first born. “You can’t expect to be the glue that holds this- this temporary situation together forever. You’re not a superhero,” the two of them laugh again, but then Tom nods knowingly, and Nikki can see a faint batch of tears spring in his eye sockets.

“No, I know, mum.” He sniffles. “I guess… I don’t know, i’ve just always been afraid of never being there when everything changes. I always come back and everyone’s a different person, just…” he searches for the words, “with the same faces.”

She nods, turning back to her dinner dish. Tom keeps his eyes trained on his hands, which are planted on the countertop.

“She loves you a lot, you know.” Nikki says after a few beats. “She just wants a bit of privacy, a bit of your relationship without your annoying brothers.”

“Annoying is right,” Tom teases. They laugh again. “Yeah, I guess I just never thought of that.” Nikki hums, and the kitchen grows silent for a few moments. “Thank you, mum.”

“For what?”

“Being there.” Tom replies. “You never gave up on me, and now… I don’t know. It means a lot to me that you’re helping me with something so important to me.”

Nikki’s eyes soften, and both of them tear up. She nods, this time breaking the silence again. “I know how much you love her,” She says quietly. “One day, she’ll be yours for forever. She’s the one — I can see it in both of your eyes.”

Tom sucks in a breath and wipes his eyes. “I know she’s the one, too.” He adds in another tomato to the dish. “She’s always been it for me.”

[xxdragonwriterxx]

Since you liked my first request I had another idea! I feel bad asking for you to write again, so if you don’t want to def don’t feel like you have to.

I’m loving the idea of the reader being a field medic and Levi gets hurt, so reader has to take care of him. The idea is making me so soft I 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

A/N: Oh my god, how dare you ask me, a writer with their requests open, to write something 😱unbelievable, this is so rude 😂😂. Thank you so much for sending this request, I think I went a little overboard 😅but I had a ton of fun writing it, it was such a sweet ask and I loved it! The beginning is a little darker than I think you were asking for (slight warning for gore in the beginning (poor Levi 🥺)) but it has plenty of fluffy stuff after that, I promise! And I know you and I already talked about this, but I did change the setting to the Underground instead of out in the field, thank you for letting me experiment a bit! I hope you enjoy, love! Feel free to request any time!

🐉Song Recommendation: “Envy Green” By: The Arcadian Wild 🐉

Word Count: ~7.4k

Part 2 is here!

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🔥Stupid Prick 🔥

Levi groaned, both in pain and frustration as he attempted to twist his wrists out of the  harsh bindings that were holding him to a chair, only to gasp slightly when he felt a hot spear of pain jolt up his side and flood through his body like a lightning strike. His muscles were screaming, and his vision was starting to blur, his eyes swollen from the number of hits he had taken. His legs felt like jelly, limp and numb and useless. And his abdomen, where he had been sliced nearly in half by an angry man with a machete, felt like it was on fire, making him whimper despite his usual ability to bear through the pain soundlessly.

A cold chuckle sounding from somewhere in front of him made Levi bare his teeth, his silver eyes flashing with icy hatred despite the swelling, refusing to give his captor the satisfaction of taunting him.

“Well well well,” his captor crooned, “looks like the great Levi, ruthless leader of the most dangerous gang in the Underground, isn’t so indestructible after all.”

“Y-You b-bastard- AH!” Levi couldn’t help but cry out when the man in front of him dug his fingers into Levi’s wound, his wicked smile widening as the raven’s blood stained his fingers.

“Such language, Levi, you really shouldn’t talk to your superior that way.”

Levi bit his tongue to hold back the verbal abuse he wanted to hurl at his captor. He wanted nothing more than to tear this man limb from limb, to watch as he squirmed under his blade and begged for his life. But Levi was the one in the vulnerable position now, and even though he wasn’t used to it, he’d have to adjust.

Levi knew what kind of men he was dealing with. He had known going into this job what he was going to face, he just hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end of the man’s ire. He knew now he should’ve bypassed this job, especially since he had decided to go about it alone, but the reward his client had offered him in exchange for gathering intel on the human trafficking ring this particular man ran had been too tempting to pass up, the sum of which would’ve been enough to get him, Isabel, and Farlan to the surface. 

But he should’ve known better, should’ve known that something was amiss and turned it down. Now, he was stuck in this mess, knocking on death’s door without the support of his friends because of a cheating bastard and a client who thought he could trick the strongest thug in the Underground into getting caught by betraying him before the job had even begun. Levi’s blood boiled as he thought on it, his tongue nearly bleeding with the force of which he bit it, hoping to quell the gasps and whimpers that threatened to bubble from his throat.

A sudden kick to his stomach jolted him from his concentration, ripping a choked scream from his lips as more of his blood stained the ground. He looked up, his eyes glinting dangerously to see his captor smiling somehow wider, his eyes filled with a mix of disgust and interest as he regarded the broken raven in front of him. 

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

He hadn’t even realized the man had spoken to him. His brain felt hazy and he was starting to black out. Despite the black that was creeping along the edge of Levi’s vision, the short raven fixed a glare on the older man in front of him, never taking his eyes off of him. The look in the man’s eye made Levi’s stomach twist, but he forced down his nausea and tried to focus on finding a way out of here as they stared at each other, refusing to speak despite the pain he knew was sure to come the more he resisted.

“Heh, you really are a stubborn one, aren’t ya?” the greasy man asked, leaning down to Levi’s level, close enough for Levi to feel his hot, sticky breath brush uncomfortably against his face. Levi was unable to stop his nose from wrinkling or his body from shuddering at the sour  stench of sweat and filth coming from him.

Again, Levi kept his mouth shut, his scowl only intensifying as the man frowned at him, silently challenging him despite his injuries. Levi knew, as he looked into that disappointed gaze that he was going to die that day, but like hell if he was going to go down begging and pleading for his life like a fucking dog. He was going to fight until he could fight no more. It was pointless, he knew that too. His body was weak and tired, his brain foggy and his nerves screaming as if they were being burned alive, but that didn’t matter to him. It didn’t matter that it was pointless to die such a painful death when groveling and begging would probably make it better, because even now, his pride stood tall, refusing to bow for anyone.

Levi watched as the man backed away from him, the scowl on his portly face darkening as he moved to a long work bench lining the opposite wall, his pudgy fingers reaching for the  pistol resting on the wood.

“Pity,” the man said, pulling a magazine from his pocket and snapping open the chamber to load his weapon. “I was expecting a bit more from the greatest thug in the Underground. Sad to say I’m a bit disappointed, but not surprised. Guess we have to end this game early after all.”

Levi refused to let the man see the fear in his eyes despite his pounding heart, the insistent beating against his rib cage betraying the horror he secretly felt. He held his head up high despite every system in his body screaming at him to cower down, protect his head, his vitals, to escape and live. He forced himself to shove down every fight or flight instinct he could feel firing through his system and focused on looking the man right in the eye over the barrel of the gun, remaining unflinching as the snap of the chamber being closed echoed loudly in the room.

The man clenched his jaw in visible fury when he saw the unflinching expression on Levi’s face, and forced himself to smile wickedly when he raised the gun to shoulder height, positioning it in the right place to fire, but taking his sweet time to make it more theatrical. Levi refrained from rolling his eyes as he watched the man carefully reposition his feet and fiddle with the settings on the weapon in his hands, knowing he was doing nothing but trying to make Levi anxious with apprehension.

“Did nobody teach you how to properly load a weapon?” Levi growled, his patience wearing thin.

The man chuckled, “Eager are we?”

Levi didn’t answer, merely glaring at his captor as he continued to fiddle with the settings until he finally seemed satisfied, glancing everything over before giving a single nod of confirmation. He looked up to meet Levi’s furious gaze with a cold smile, frustration bubbling in his veins at the lack of fear he saw.

Levi knew he was done. He knew this was where his life would end, stuck in this filthy basement, away from his friends and without having ever seen the sun. He gritted his teeth, fury and despair overwhelming him in it’s intensity as he closed his eyes and thought of the people he would never see again, of the things he would never get to experience. The only thing he could hope for is that Farlan and Isabel would stay safe, and hopefully find their way to the surface, so they could enjoy the feeling of the sun for him.

Suddenly, without warning, the sound of the gun being fired exploded in the small space, making Levi flinch despite himself and nearly covering up the sound of a pained cry coming from his captor. Levi had no time to think about anything as the bullet blasted into him like a small rocket, ripping a scream from his throat as it tore through his side, opposite of his knife wound. The force of the bullet at close range made the chair he was strapped to fall back, sending him flying into the back wall behind him.

The once subtle blackness that had been teasing his vision earlier now exploded in front of his eyes, dotting his vision and obscuring the details of the room. He desperately tried to stay conscious, tears leaking from his eyes as he tried to keep them open, but it was all for naught, the pain in his system too much for even him to bear. Levi let out a final choked groan as a blurred figure moved over him, before he lost consciousness completely, the immense pain finally drifting away as his world went dark.

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Farlan looked up from the book he was pretending to read at the sound of the door slamming open, his eyes settling on a frazzled looking Isabel. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with red, and her chest was heaving as she fought for breath. She looked awful, but he figured she didn’t look much worse than he did, his own eyes dragged down by purple bags and his hair tangled and messy.

“What is it?” Farlan asked, dropping the book onto the couch and standing to meet the normally energetic red-head.

“He’s waking up!” Isabel said, beckoning for him to follow her as she turned and raced back into Levi’s bedroom, Farlan right on her heels.

The pair burst into the room, Farlan’s eyes immediately darting to his bedridden best friend, hope daring to flare a little in his chest as he saw the raven twitching in his sleep, trying to fight his way to consciousness.

“Come on, Big Bro,” Isabel murmured softly, kneeling by Levi’s bedside and reaching for his hand, “just open your eyes for us. Please, you can do it.”

They both perked up when they heard Levi start to mumble things under his breath, his eyelids fluttering as battled his fatigue. Isabel gasped when she felt his fingers clench around her  own, a loud groan escaping his lips as he broke through the fog. Both friends had tears streaming down their faces while they watched with bated breaths as Levi finally managed to open his eyes with another pained moan.

“LEVI!” Isabel and Farlan both shouted in relief, wobbly smiles on their faces as their friend closed his eyes again with a small whimper before blinking them open again, his silvery hues flickering around the room as he tried to piece together where he was.

“I-Isabel? Farlan?” Levi murmured groggily, concern bleeding into his tone despite his weak state as he took in their tear-stained faces.

“Shhh, Big Bro, you’re alive. You’re alive and safe,” Isabel said, reaching up to brush his bangs from his face, beaming at the slightly annoyed scowl he threw in her direction.

“Alive? What-”

Suddenly, Levi froze, the memories of his capture and torture flooding back over him. His eyes widened as he looked wildly between Isabel and Farlan, fear swirling in his gaze as he looked at his two closest friends.

“Isabel, Farlan, you should not have come. Our client betrayed us, you have to get out of here before that maniac comes back. If he finds you here, he’ll kill you. Please, get out of here while you still can!”

Farlan quickly rushed over as Levi tried to push himself up onto his elbows, placing a gentle but firm hand on the raven’s bare chest and pushing him back down onto the bed before he could injure himself more.

“Levi, Levi, calm down,” Farlan murmured. “You’re safe, we are back home now, away  from those men. You have nothing to worry about, nobody is coming to kill us. It’s all taken care of.”

Levi slowly relaxed at Farlan’s words, but his eyes were still wary, darting around the room as if waiting for it all to be a trap. He slowly started to recognize his own bedroom, and his exhaustion hit him full force, making him lay back down with a soft thump into the pillows.

“How?”

They knew what he was asking.

“Actually, Big Bro, you were-”

The sound of the bedroom door opening cut off Isabel’s explanation, everyone turning to see a young (h/c) haired woman peeking her head in, her (e/c) eyes bright as she looked at Farlan and Isabel.

“Is he awake?” She asked, her voice soft and deep; comforting.

“Yeah,” Farlan said, while Isabel nodded, the pair moving slightly so the woman could see the raven laying in his bed, his cold silver stare pinned warily on her face.

“Good! It’s about time,” she said, pushing the door the rest of the way open and slipping into the room, smiling at the trio as she made her way over to them. Levi immediately sat up as she approached, ignoring Farlan’s attempts to push him back down as he remained on high alert. Almost subconsciously, Levi’s hand drifted in front of Isabel, ready to push her behind him should things get messy, despite his injuries.

“Who the fuck are you?” Levi snapped, his muscles tensed and ready to lash out.

The woman immediately stopped and held her hands up, a warm yet confident smile playing on her lips as she appraised him, “Easy there, I’m not here to hurt you.”

Levi bared his teeth, not ready to believe a word of it until he felt a soft hand gently brush his arm. Breaking his gaze with the mysterious woman, Levi glanced in confusion at Isabel and the hand she  had on his arm.

“Don’t worry Big Bro, she’s telling the truth.”

“Huh?” Levi asked, shocked that they would so blindly put trust in someone he knew they didn’t know.

“It’s true, Levi,” Farlan said softly, locking eyes with his friend. “She’s the one who rescued you.”

Levi whipped around to look at the woman again, his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down, “What?”

“Yeah!” Isabel said, a small smile breaking out on her face. “We didn’t even know you’d been captured. She came pounding on our door late at night, holding your body in her arms.”

Levi’s head was spinning, trying to remember if he had seen her before he blacked out. His memories were foggy and distorted, but he was sure he had never seen her before. Why was she here? Why had she spent the time to save him? How did she know where he lived? His head was starting to hurt from all of the questions swirling in his mind, and the aches in his body were finally starting to revive themselves, demanding his attention the longer he stayed awake.

“W-Who are you?” Levi croaked, annoyed when the pain made him stutter.

The woman moved towards him again, ignoring his warning growl and gently reaching out to push him back into the pillows, checking his temperature with the back of her hand against his forehead.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she said, giving him a reassuring smile as she took her hand away from his face. “I’m just here to help, I promise.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Levi asked sharply despite the fatigue that was starting to creep back into his bones.

“You don’t, but it’s not like you have much of a choice.”

Levi gritted his teeth. He wanted to argue, but he knew she was right. The experience of him and his friends were centered more on stealing and killing than healing, and she at least seemed to know what she was doing on that front.

Levi grumbled something about her already being a pain in the ass and was surprised when she let out a quiet laugh, her eyes sparkling at him as she pulled the covers up to his chin and took a few steps back to give him some room.

“Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Now, you get some sleep, your body needs it. I’ll check on you in a couple hours, alright?”

Levi didn’t respond, but she didn’t expect him too. She flashed him another smile before turning and heading to the bedroom door, closing it behind her with a soft click. Levi glanced at his two friends but they only shrugged and smiled at him.

“She’s right, you know. Get some sleep and focus on getting better, we can talk more later,” Farlan said.

Levi suddenly felt too tired to argue, his body demanding he rest so it could use his leftover energy to heal itself. Giving a slow nod, Levi relaxed into the pillows and closed his eyes, this time, unafraid to let the darkness cloud his vision as he quickly fell asleep.

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“No.”

“Levi, you need this.”

“No, I do not. Get the fuck away from me.”

(Y/N) huffed, her hands on her hips and an annoyed frown twisting her normally bright features, “Yes you do. It’s just a needle, what are you so afraid of?”

Levi scowled, “Like hell I’m letting you put a blade in me.”

“Again, it’s a needle, not a blade,” (Y/N) said, fighting against the impulse to roll her eyes. “And, if I don’t stitch you back up, then you will be at risk for serious infection. I would’ve done this when you were unconscious, but you were losing too much blood after I removed the bullet, I had no choice but to wrap it with a bandage and rely on the pressure to stop the bleeding. Just sit still and you’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be afraid of, this will feel like nothing but a few small pricks, I promise.”

“I’m not afraid,” Levi grumped, making (Y/N)’s lips twitch. He was acting like a stubborn child but it was kind of amusing, especially considering who he was.

“Oh really? Then what’s the issue?”

Levi glared at her and tried not to look impressed when she shot him one right back, refusing to scurry away with her tail between her legs like most people did when faced with Levi’s infamous silver glare.

“I don’t trust you with that,” Levi said pointedly, turning his nose up at her. He didn’t expect her to giggle.

“Oh sure, because I’d totally try to kill you now, after spending all of this time trying to heal you. What kind of moron would kill someone when they are weak and vulnerable and bleeding out on the floor of a filthy basement when you could patch them up first so they are stronger when you try to kill them? And why use a knife or a gun when you have a tiny needle and a string of sutures? I must be the smartest killer ever.”

Although he wanted to deny it, her words did make sense, and it made his lips curl upwards slightly at the corners without his permission. His intense stare met her mischievous one, her eyes glittering with barely suppressed amusement. Levi huffed and tried to ignore her as he finally let her do what she wanted, holding his breath as she peeled the sheets back to reveal his bandage covered torso. 

Despite trying to appear unfazed, Levi couldn’t help but watch her from the corner of his eye as she leaned forward and gently worked on unraveling his soiled bandages and lifting them into the trash can, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the smell of coagulated blood and soiled fluids.

Levi scoffed at her reaction, but she ignored him, focusing on her work. Leaning down, (Y/N) dipped a washcloth into a bowl of water she had brought with her, and raised it to gently dab at his wounds. She paused every time he hissed in pain, and moved over the area again more slowly, carefully wiping away the mess surrounding both his bullet wound and the gash he had across his belly. She knew both would leave the largest scars he sported on his body, but she was at least confident that she could help them heal as well as possible, hopefully leaving no long term damage.

Once she was satisfied that the wound had been cleaned properly and that no signs of infection could be seen, (Y/N) reached for the needle, double checking to make sure it was clean before winding it with the sutures. She glanced at Levi as she prepared her tools, noticing his nervous expression despite his obvious efforts to hide it.

“Don’t worry, Levi. I’ve done this a million times, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not worrying,” he snapped, but (Y/N) was glad to see his face relax a bit, his tense muscles loosening. She couldn’t tell if he was genuinely afraid of the needle or if he was just afraid of her being the one to use the needle on him, but as she leaned over him to find a starting point, she decided she was going to make sure this was the best stitching job she had ever done on anyone, just for him.

(Y/N) gave Levi a reassuring smile as she carefully pushed the needle into his skin, her eyes softening when he jolted slightly. She knew she should tell him to relax, but he already knew that, telling him would just make him more irritated. Patiently waiting for him to get a little more comfortable, (Y/N) started carefully applying the sutures, going slowly but efficiently, not wasting any time to get his wounds closed up before he could lose any more blood.

It was silent while she worked, (Y/N) focused on making sure every stitch was perfect while Levi focused on not squirming under her with each tiny prick he felt. It wasn’t so much painful as it was uncomfortable, his body itching to shove the sharp needle away from his inflamed flesh.

It wasn’t until (Y/N) was finished with his bullet wound and had moved onto the gash in his side that Levi finally found it in himself to speak, “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, it’s to make sure the blood clots properly so you can avoid getting a nasty infe-”

“No, I mean, why are you helping me? Why did you rescue me from that basement? How did you rescue me from that basement?”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, pausing so she could focus on the next stitch. “Well, if you must know, I was actually attempting to kill your captor when he was torturing you.”

Levi’s gaze was filled with surprise as he looked at her, “Really?”

“Mm, you know what that man did for a living, right?”

Levi nodded, “He was in the human trafficking business.”

“Right,” (Y/N) took a deep breath, her eyes dropping his gaze to train on the next stitch. “I’m from the surface. I was an apprentice for a doctor on the outskirts of the wall, used for healing the soldiers of the Survey Corps when their own infirmary got to be too full. We hosted other patients as well, but the soldiers were our most common visitors. I was trained to treat everything from a missing limb to a bullet wound.”

“So, how did you end up down here?”

“The man who shot you visited the clinic one day while my master was out. He demanded to be treated immediately for some kind of issue with his throat, but when I took him into the back and went to examine him, he knocked me out. I woke up in the dingy upstairs bedroom of the house where I found you, with fifty other people crammed into the space like sardines. I don’t know exactly how many of us were there, but if there were that many in the one room I was in, there had to have been over two-hundred throughout the whole house.”

Levi was stunned, his eyes wide as he watched the woman in his lap, his body so numb he didn’t even twitch when she inserted the needle again.

“It took me a while, but I finally managed to squeeze my way through the crowd of people and slip past the guards to reach the basement. I wasn’t expecting him to be busy, he spent most of his time in the basement since it was the one room besides the front entry that didn’t have people packed into it. But then, as I came downstairs, knife in hand, I saw you in that chair, a pistol in your face. I didn’t know you, I didn’t even know you were anyone of recognition until I met your friends, but I knew I had to help you. Whether you were trafficked like me, or someone they picked off the streets, I figured you could use an escape too, no matter what you had done to upset my kidnapper.”

“I would’ve saved you before you were shot but I only reached the basement at the tail end of your interaction with him, so by the time I had thrown my knife into his throat, you had already gone down. I thought you were dead, but there you were, trying to stay conscious despite the amount of blood you were losing. I managed to get the bullet out of you and wrap you with some bandages I found in a nearby closet, and then headed back upstairs to help the others. Once word of the ring leader’s death spread around, everything happened at once. The guards tried to hold everyone back, but without proper organized instruction from a leader, they were easily overpowered. All of the chaos proved to be a good distraction, so I was able to get both of us out without getting shot myself.”

“I managed to find your house after someone you had worked with in the past pointed me in the right direction, and that was where I met Isabel and Farlan. They let me stay only under the condition that I would help heal you.”

(Y/N) finally finished placing the last suture, and leaned back to admire her work, giving a solid nod before putting the needle down and reaching for the antibacterial cream that she could now smear over his injuries.

“To be honest, Levi, I have no fucking clue why I saved you. Something inside me just told me to. I don’t know if it was because my medical instincts kicked in once I noticed how injured you were. I don’t know if it was because I thought you may have been trafficked as well. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to spite my captor and your distraction provided the perfect opportunity. The only thing I know, is that I’m glad I saved you. No matter the reason, I’m glad you’re alive, and I’m really happy I got the chance to meet you.”

Levi was silent, his words failing him as (Y/N) rewrapped his bandages, giving a satisfied grin once he was completely put back together again. Pulling the covers back up over his bare top half, (Y/N) made sure he was comfortable before moving away to wash her hands and clean up her supplies, flashing him a warm smile once she was finished.

“Alright, now try to get some rest, okay? You can’t be moving around too much for the first twenty-four hours so you can give those stitches a chance to settle in, alright? I’ll check on you later tonight,”  (Y/N) said, opening the door to his bedroom.

“I’m glad I got to meet you too.”

(Y/N) paused when she heard those words, slowly turning to face him. If it weren’t for the slight blush on his face, (Y/N) would’ve thought she had imagined the words. She beamed at him in response.

“Thank you, Levi,” (Y/N) said quietly before shutting the door behind her with a soft click, leaving Levi alone with his thoughts.

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Something had changed in Levi after that day. He was still the same moody, stubborn asshole he had been when they first met, but (Y/N) could tell there was a subtle shift, a slight willingness to make her job just a little bit easier. He still grumbled at her and argued with her about everything, but he had started to debate with her less about his health and more about her own.

“(Y/N), have you eaten yet today?”

“No, not yet. Sorry Levi, I’m too busy trying to take care of your lazy ass.”

“Tch, brat. Here, eat. Now.”

(Y/N) looked down to see that Levi had pushed his own pitiful plate of bread scraps towards her, motioning for her to have the rest of it.

(Y/N) shook her head as she pushed it back to him, “Oh no, Levi. That’s really sweet of you, but don’t think I didn’t notice you already give your first half to Isabel. You can’t always sacrifice yourself for others, especially now. You need your strength more than ever if you want to fully recover.”

“What will you eat then?”

“I’ll pick something up in town when I go to dispose of your old bandages.”

Levi quirked an eyebrow at her, “Do you have the money for that?”

“No,” (Y/N) said with a soft chuckle and a wink.

Levi huffed a laugh but it was weaker than hers was, and his eyes were full of the concern he constantly denied he had.

“Fine, but at least take Isabel or Farlan with you. I don’t need you getting picked up again, okay, brat?”

 “Aww, you really do care about me,” (Y/N) teased, her heart warm.

“No,” Levi grumbled defensively. “I just…  I need you to stick around so I can get better faster. If someone else gets to you then I might be bedridden forever.”

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“Am I going to have to chain you to this bed?” (Y/N) asked, her voice stern as she stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, having caught him red-handed in trying to get out of bed yet again.

“All I want is a bath,” Levi grumbled.

(Y/N) shook her head despite the pain in her heart. She knew he had a thing for cleanliness, and that the idea of being in bed for days, wallowing in his own filth was making him itch, but a bath would just make things worse.

“I know you do, but your injuries can’t soak in water for that long. You can take a shower if you’d like though, just so long as it’s quick and you give me a moment to set your injury properly.”

Levi’s expression turned a bit desperate, “We don’t have a shower.”

Oh, right. They couldn’t afford running water. The only reason they were able to have a bath was because it was nothing more than a small tub that they would fill with water from a nearby welling system. It usually required a lot of buckets and teamwork for even one of them to get clean.

“Okay, um, how about this? Why don’t we gather some water from the well like you normally do, then separate the water from the buckets into cups, and I can help bathe you by pouring the water over your head instead of letting you soak in the tub?”

Levi tried to hide the flush that immediately burned his cheeks at the thought of (Y/N) bathing him, but he couldn’t help it. He felt a nervousness that was foreign to him at the thought, the idea of being so vulnerable with someone making him feel uncharacteristically shy.

Shaking his head, he shoved those thoughts to the side. Hadn’t he already been in a vulnerable state with (Y/N) for days? Shouldn’t he be past this point of nervousness with her? Gritting his teeth, Levi decided that no matter how anxious he felt, he was going to do it. She was being kind enough to offer to help, and he was starting to get desperate. Meeting her gaze with a determined glint in his eye, Levi nodded once and settled back under the covers obediently.

(Y/N) smiled at him, “I’ll be right back then. Please, please stay put. I promise I will be back as soon as I can.”

Levi didn’t know how, but he managed to follow her orders, impatiently waiting for her to gather everything they needed as she brought in several buckets of water, some towels, and fresh clothes for him. When she had finally set everything up, (Y/N) carefully slid her arm around Levi’s shoulders, allowing him to lean on her as they made their way into the bathroom. (Y/N) led him to the middle of the cramped room, to a chair settled beside the bathtub, allowing him to sit and grasp onto the rim of the tub.

“I’m going to undress you now. Is that okay?” (Y/N) asked softly, keeping her eyes trained on his face.

Levi swallowed thickly but nodded, trying to focus on keeping the blush from his cheeks.

(Y/N) started with his shirt, gently lifting it over his head to reveal his bandage covered torso. She paused in her undressing him to carefully unwrap his bandages before continuing on, making sure his injuries were stable. Then, she moved to his pants, her fingers light and quick, trying not to make the situation any more embarrassing than it already was. When his pants were off and thrown to the corner of the room, (Y/N) stood and moved behind him, giving him the privacy to take off his boxers on his own. When he sat bare before her, (Y/N) started to get everything else set up, keeping her eyes locked on anything but him as she worked.

Levi watched as she moved nimbly around the small space, rolling up her sleeves and reaching for the cups of water she had lined along the floor, but broke eye contact as soon as she turned to move behind him. He knew as she raised a cup above his head that the water was going to be cold, but he still couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when he felt the water splash on his head and trickle over his skin.

Thankfully, he didn’t have long to think about the freezing water as (Y/N) squeezed some soap into her hands and incorporated it into his soft raven locks, her hands on him instantly making him feel warm. He shuddered happily at the feeling of the grime being scrubbed away and leaned back into her touch, a quiet groan escaping from between his lips.

“Good?” (Y/N) asked softly, massaging his scalp as she worked.

“Mm, very.”

(Y/N) felt pride light up every nerve in her body at his response, more motivated than ever to get him to feel comfortable again. Reaching for another cup, she poured more water over his head to wash away the suds, making sure to keep one hand cupped over his face to keep the soap from stinging his eyes. As soon as his hair was done, (Y/N) grabbed an old sponge Levi had given to her and doused it in soap, squeezing it until it was covered in white foamy bubbles, before rubbing down his back. She worked in silence, gently kneading the soap into his skin, meticulously cleaning every inch of flesh he allowed her to touch until she was at his feet, finishing her full body wash with a dramatic flourish on his toes.

“There! All done!” (Y/N) said cheerfully, grabbing a few more cups of water to make sure every last bit of soap had been washed away, not wanting to leave him itchy and uncomfortable later. Once the soap had been cleaned from his body, she started to dry him off with a towel, making sure to be extra careful with his wounds so as to avoid causing any undue pain. When she was satisfied, (Y/N) wrapped his wounds with fresh bandages and helped him hobble back to his bed.

Levi was surprised and touched to see that Isabel and Farlan had changed out his sheets while he was being cleaned and collapsed happily into the mattress, sighing blissfully. (Y/N) chuckled at him, but he was too tired to snap at her for it.

“Better, Levi?”

Levi couldn’t muster more than a grunt of affirmation, causing (Y/N) to snicker again as she pulled the blankets over him, tucking him in so he could rest. When she was completely finished, (Y/N) made her way to the door in silence, a smile on her face. She had just reached the door, trying to open it slow enough to keep it from creaking when she heard his groggy voice.

“Thank you… for everything...”

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Isabel and Farlan waited impatiently in the kitchen, Farlan at the counter, drinking a cup of tea, and Isabel pacing up and down the length of the room, nibbling on her nails as she walked.

“Calm down, Izzy,” Farlan said, trying to shove down the impulse to drum his fingers or bounce his leg. “He’ll be out soon.”

“I know!” Isabel said, her eyes bright as she ignored her friend’s words and continued to pace. “That’s why I can’t stop, Big Bro, after two whole weeks of bedrest, will finally be fully healed!”

“He’ll be better, Izzy. He still won’t be completely healthy, so you’re going to have to be more gentle than usual,” Farlan said with a stern glance at the bouncy red-head.

Isabel paused to stick her tongue out at him, making the blonde smile at her childish antics, “Stop being such a killjoy.”

Farlan was just about to argue back, an indignant look on his face, when the sound of the door opening cut them off their playful bickering.

“BIG BRO!!!”

“Levi!”

Farlan stood from his seat  so fast the chair toppled over and Isabel rushed the raven-haired man, ignoring Farlan’s earlier warning and leaping into his open arms with the gentleness of a charging bull. It surely hurt him a little, but Levi did nothing more than grunt as he wrapped his arms around the girl, a hint of a smile curling his lips.

“How do you feel?” Farlan asked, approaching the pair with a warm smile on his face.

“Like shit, but… better,” Levi said gruffly, his smile widening despite himself.

Farlan finally managed to pry Isabel from Levi and gave his brother his own one armed hug, happy to finally see the normally steadfast man back on his feet.

“Yeah, he’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure. He refused to go down without a fight,” (Y/N) said, suddenly appearing behind Levi, her medical supplies packed away neatly into the small bag she had strapped across her body.

“Thanks to you,” Farlan said, leaning away from Levi and flashing (Y/N) a bright smile.

(Y/N) waved him off, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed slightly red from the compliment, “It was nothing, really. He’s the reason I was able to escape the human trafficking ring, the least I could do was make him feel better.”

(Y/N) moved past Levi but only had about five seconds before she was bombarded by a particularly energetic red-head, nearly sent sprawling to the floor from the force of her hug.

“Thank you, for saving Big Bro.”

(Y/N) felt her heart melt into a puddle of goo in her stomach, her smile so wide her cheeks ached, “You’re welcome, Isabel. It really wasn’t anything special-”

“It was,” Levi said, cutting her off.

(Y/N) looked up, pulling herself away from Isabel as Levi approached her, an unreadable look in his eye. She couldn’t help the squeak that was ripped from her throat when he reached out to suddenly wrap his arms around her, holding her close to his now stitch-free chest.

“You saved my life, thank you.”

(Y/N) would’ve responded but found herself frozen in shock, her hands suspended in the air as she debated with herself on hugging him back or keeping her distance. She eventually managed to relax a little, her heart still pounding like a jackrabbit, and placed her hands on his back, giving him a gentle squeeze.

The hug didn’t last long, but it didn’t need to. Coming from Levi, she knew it was special, something to be treasured. The mysterious look was still in his eyes when they parted, but he turned away before (Y/N) could even consider asking what it meant.

“Alright, I should probably be headed off now,” (Y/N) said once she had finally composed herself enough to speak without sounding breathless.

“What?” Farlan asked. “You aren’t staying?”

“Yeah!” Isabel added. “You healed Big Bro, you should stay and have dinner with us, to celebrate!”

That sounded lovely but (Y/N) shook her head, “I’ve been invading your personal space for almost three weeks now, I should finally get out of your hair. Besides, I have my own home to get to.”

The trio protested but she held firm, wanting nothing more than to stay, but knowing that if she did, she might never leave. Grabbing her medical bag and a knife Levi had given her, (Y/N) made her way to the door, ready to finally head home.

“Wait.”

(Y/N) turned, her hand on the doorknob to see Levi standing in the middle of the room, as if he had been ready to follow her, his head tilted up but his eyes averted, the whispers of a light blush on his cheeks.

“When will I see you again?”

(Y/N) smiled, “Sometime soon.”

“Where will you be?”

“Around.”

“Must you always answer in cryptic phrases?”

“Must you be so serious all the time?” (Y/N)’s smile widened, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “Don’t worry, Levi, I promise we will see each other again soon. What kind of medic would I be if I didn’t check up on my favorite patient?”

Levi flushed a little darker, but his lips curled into a small smile, “You better keep that promise, brat.”

(Y/N) opened the door with a soft laugh, giving all of them one last “goodbye!” and a wink before closing the door behind her as she left the trio alone, making her way back home.

Levi stared at the door for a while, a large part of him hoping she would turn around and come back, even though he knew she wouldn’t. She had a life to get back to, people who needed her. She couldn’t waste her life down in this shithole with him, even if a selfish part of him kind of wanted that. Even so, he fully expected her to keep her promise. He would make sure to hold her to it, refusing to let this be their last time together.

He didn’t know why he felt so passionate about her, about getting to know her and being with her. He knew a part of it was because she had saved him, but another part of it was more obscure, making him feel unsure about himself for the first time since he was a small child.

It didn’t matter the reason though. He was bonded to her, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she stayed in his life. He wanted to know everything about her, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of the fact. Turning around, he was reminded that his friends were in the room with him when he looked up to see their smug expressions.

“What?” Levi asked, his brow twitching in irritation.

Farlan smiled at him, “If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending, 

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back. 

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it. 

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly. 

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips. 

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

-

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

-

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes. 

“But, you’re missing dinner…” 

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side. 

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her. 

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

-

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl. 

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

-

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

-

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—” 

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically. 

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

-

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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