#i wonder if i stop looking at his face here like <33333 in a few days

[monstrouscrew]

oh. and a piece i started to paint back in October. i let it be as it is now. not an Illustration, again, but it takes roots in ep7 i think. cold water, lost control, shock. less scars *sigh*

and a beautiful moon eye that was looking into my window, that absolutely royal, honey, insanely bright yellow hue.

"ARTHUR, BREATHE"

...we all need this line to be voiced inside our skulls sometimes, right?

also play Catch My Heart by Bohren & Der Club of Gore and cry a lot.

(ID in the alt text)

[maxlarens]

ok so i had an idea for the rb photographer fic if you're up for it

first of all im like in love w ur fics i love em all

and nextly, listen to this..

charles isn't single but manwhore carlos probably is?

he flirts w our photographer and makes max jealous?? roped in by danny ofc to get them together?? what do you think??

anyway have a great day! <33333

UM OKAY THANK YOU! max x rbphotographer!reader are literally everything to me and i am SOO thrilled to have gotten this request. very in character for daniel to get everyone involved in scheming even tho max has told him not to😭 love it so much😇😇 hope u enjoy and i am SOOOO sorry this took so long xx

MV: tonight (i wish i was your boy)

pairing(s): max verstappen x redbull photographer!reader

word count: 1.9k+

Max likes to think he’s not a jealous person.

Max likes to think that— but it doesn’t mean it’s true. Daniel would and has, argued that Max is an abnormally jealous person. In the sense that Max doesn’t like to share. Doesn’t like other people playing with his toys. Not that he thinks of you (or Daniel) as his toy— that’s absurd. He’s a jealous person, not some territorial asshole with an anger problem. (Okay, sometimes he has an anger problem. He’s been working on it. It hardly crops up anymore, but he’s not territorial).

He is, again, bad at sharing, and also uniquely used to getting what he wants.

It’s not because he’s got a crush on you. Despite what Daniel would like to assume. It’s just that you’re meant to be his friend. You’re here with him, because of him. He’s meant to be able to hover around you all night, getting carried away as he tries to explain something meaningless while you give him that half-grin that you don’t even realise you’re doing most of the time. He’s the one who’s supposed to be putting his hand on your back, and leaning in to ask if you’d like another drink—

Not Carlos.

Definitely not Carlos.

(Well, at least it’s not Charles).

Instead, Max is standing next to an overeager Lando at the DJ deck, gripping his drink so hard that he’s mildly concerned the glass will shatter to pieces in his hand. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea to get your attention. Maybe if that happens you’ll stop looking at Carlos Sainz Jr with big googly eyes and you’ll come nurse his hand or whatever it is you’re supposed to do in pathetic little fantasies like the one he’s entertaining. You’re not really the nursing type though, you’re more prone to start freaking out and calling everyone on the Red Bull team to tell them that Max has irreparably damaged his hand.

Max stops entertaining that particular fantasy.

Daniel’s not here, he’s gone home to Australia for a few weeks and skipped out on this weird little grid (+ friends) party that Charles is throwing. This is good and this is bad for Max. On one hand Daniel is not here to rib him about his half-admitted crush on you, on the other hand Daniel is not here to distract him from his half-admitted crush on you. There’s Lando of course, who can be just as good in the distraction department, but it’s not quite the same. 

Lando doesn’t quite know about the raging crush, which is probably for the better. He’s been around when Lando’s tried to set up Oscar before and that was an absolute unmitigated disaster.

“Hey man,” speaking of Oscar, “You good?”

Max frowns and then half turns to look at Oscar who’s now hovering next to Lando with a fruity little drink in hand, “Yeah mate,” he answers, confused.

Oscar gets this weird little micro expression on his face that Max wouldn’t usually take any note of— his forehead creases, he raises a disbelieving eyebrow— but the skepticism grates at Max a little, leaves him wondering.

“Why?”, he caves.

Oscar shakes his head, shrugs, “You're kind of staring down Carlos."

Max's mouth falls open, just a little. He is not. His eyes flit to Lando unconsciously for confirmation before he has a chance to defend himself against what are frankly untrue allegations from Oscar. But Lando is already shrugging, making a face that says he has been.

Fuck. Max frowns. And doesn't say anything.

Better to stay quiet and look moody than to admit anything to these two. Total menaces. Well, no that's Lando. Oscar might be helpful. Still, Max isn't going to admit anything. Daniel and apparently Charles knowing about it is more than enough.

Their hushed conversation behind him fades into the background as Max turns again to look at you and Carlos— and alright he gets it now. There's definitely a different kind of set to his jaw, a scowl on his lips as he watches Carlos put his hand on your shoulder.

There is something in his gut. Something sick. The feeling he gets when he's on track and the car starts sliding, the wheels locking up. When hears the va-rum of a car go by, sees something that isn't wide open space in front of him. Something like panic starts to climb up his throat. He knows he shouldn't be this bothered by you and another person, but he can't get rid of this voice in the back of his head that says you might like Carlos more than him. That you might stop hanging around Max, texting him at all hours of the day with photos of your food or random questions, waiting for him in the garage after sessions and not just because you've got to take pictures of him, and going out for food on 'friend dates' as you've taken to calling them.

If you and Carlos... okay no, Max doesn't even want to think about it.

He starts walking over, trying to smooth his face into something less intimidating as he goes. He turns it into a strained, mouth-closed smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He directs it at Carlos.

There's a glint in Carlos' eyes that Max doesn't like the look of.

"Hi Max," he says, flashing his white teeth, he gestures to you, "I was just getting to know your lovely friend here."

Alright. Max understands instantly. This has Daniel's name written all fucking over it. Max's fake smile falls, turning into a flat look that he levels at Carlos. He's trying not to scowl because he doesn't want you to catch on to anything, but it's not easy. His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, he doesn't care if it's the middle of the night in Australia right now, he's itching to call Danny and ask him what the fuck he is thinking pulling something like this from 14,000 kilometers away?

"Mm," Max hums, unimpressed, unable to fake pleasantries even for your sake, "Great."

You look at him, eyebrows raised a little incredulously at his tone. There's slight amusement there too, he thinks, as he returns your look. You squint a little, as if to say, don't give me that look, Max Verstappen. He can feel himself smiling, the corner of his mouth lifting with ease even though the object of his anger still has his stupid hand on your shoulder.

He can't help himself when he reaches for your elbow, asks, "D'you wanna get a drink?"

You bite down on the edge of your smile, "Sure, Maxie."

You turn and say something to Carlos that he doesn't listen to. Partly because he doesn't care, partly because the sound of you saying Maxie is playing on a loop in his head, like it always does whenever you use the nickname. Which is more often than not. God, he loves it. Maxie Maxie Maxie. It sounds so syrupy sweet coming from your mouth. Smothered in affection. You're the only person, bar his mum and sister that he lets use it. Daniel sometimes, but Daniel would say it regardless, the menace that he is.

"Max," you say, hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing back and forth there, "Where'd you go?"

Max blinks. Carlos is gone now.

"Hm, no, nowhere," you frown, so he says, "Just a bit tired."

This seems to satisfy you. You slip an arm into the crook of his, linking them together as you tug him to the bar. You order him a G&T and yourself a glass of wine before the two of you head out onto the balcony where it's far quieter. Less people, less chatter. Max prefers it like this, with no one there to get in the way of your attention on him, his on you. He thinks you prefer it too.

He hopes you do at least.

You sip your wine, Max’s eyes linger on the line of your neck, the way your fingers curl around the glass, how your eyes glitter in the early afternoon sun.

“What was that earlier?”, you gesture inside, raising your eyebrows again, “With Carlos?”

Max laughs nervously without meaning to, “Uh, what do you mean?”

The ‘something sick’ is back in his gut again. He hopes you buy his nonchalance, but doesn’t feel confident you will. You know him too well. That’s his fault.

You sigh, “I mean the dick measuring contest, Maxie.”

Maxie. Maxie.

Then he finally registers your words around the loop of your voice in his head, he guffaws, almost choking on his drink, “The dick measuring contest!?”

“Yes,” you hiss, leaning forward on your stool, “Yes, Max. I’m not an idiot, you were getting territorial.”

Max blinks. Max feels red creeping up his neck. Max feels butterflies and maybe a chainsaw in his stomach.

“Wha—”, he tries again, “I—”

His mouth doesn’t appear to be working. Maybe because he’s not sure what on earth he’s supposed to say. What do you even mean? Are you trying to say that you know he was jealous of Carlos? That you know he has feelings for you? Or are you just referencing the fact that he’s weirdly territorial of his friends sometimes? What is he supposed to say in response to any of it? He can’t figure it out for the life of him.

Then you’re blushing you’re blushing and you’re saying, “You don’t have to worry, Max. You’re my favourite person here.”

Okay, alright, what the fuck does that mean? God. Max hates this. If you were any other girl he’d have asked you out literally years ago. But because you’re you and you’re his best friend besides Daniel, he can’t ask you out. He has to smother his feelings into something platonic because he cannot bear the idea of losing you.

Despite his better judgment telling him not to, Max asks, “Really?”

You hum, “Really, really.”

It happens in slow motion, it must. Or at least that’s how Max replays it in his head every night before he goes to sleep. You reach forward and put your hand over his, fingers on his wrist, thumb drawing a pattern on his upturned palm.

Then you say, in a way that he can’t figure out for the life of him, “Love you, Maxie.”

Chills run down the length of his spine, that chainsaw starts up again in his stomach. Love you, Maxie. He feels sick— like he might word vomit the entirety of his feelings for you right there and then. Instead, he forces himself to smile. Closed-mouth, eyes crinkled.

“Mm, yeah, love you,” he says back, his voice cracking as he tries to make it sound normal and platonic and not wracked with nerves.

You smile, warm, beaming and showing your teeth, like he’s made your day infinitely better by just saying those words. As if you’ve not just made his stomach churn and his heart take leaps and bounds in his chest. As if he’s not going to think about the way you’d said it every second of every day. As if he won’t dream of you saying it in every other context imaginable.

You pat his hand twice, then pull it back to take hold of your drink again. Smiling as if you’ve not ruined him for anyone else for good.

[cozage]

Hello! This is my first time on this lol I’m shy:,)

Anyway can I get a luffy or killer x female reader that has wings like a angel and loves to tickle them with the feathers? And the reader covers her face with her wings in embarrassment? SO CUTE <<<<33333

Thank you!

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon!💛

A/N: So cute indeed :) I hope this is what you were looking for!

Characters: female reader x Luffy

Cw: just fluff :)

Total word count: 580

Wings of The Pirate King

You walked around the ship, looking for Luffy. You hadn’t expected him to hide this well, or stay hidden this long. It had been about thirty minutes since you had agreed to play hide and seek, and a very long thirty minutes you had spent looking for him. 

You weren’t going to be the one who gave up first. It would have to be him who came out of his hiding spot, because you refused to lose. But you had checked all of his normal spots and came up completely empty. The bunkhouses, the kitchen, Usopp’s workshop, and the med clinic had held no sign of Luffy. You even flew up to the crow’s nest and bothered Zoro for a moment, but he hadn’t seen Luffy either. 

You walked around on the deck, trying to think of where to look for your captain. It wasn’t until a barrel off to the side made a weird gurgling noise that you discovered his hiding spot. Of course his stomach gave him away. 

You opened the barrel with a triumphant smile, only to find Luffy curled up at the bottom of the barrel, asleep. You giggled at him and combed through your wings quickly, trying to find a loose feather. A few fell out, and you gripped them between your fingers, reaching down to tickle Luffy’s neck with the feathers. He twitched in response, but you continued dragging the feathers over his skin, and finally his eyes snapped open. 

He swatted your hand away, but you kept up your relentless attack of tickling with your feathers. Luffy tried to get out of the barrel while he shrieked with laughter, but you stopped him from escaping up through the small hole. He finally resorted to breaking the barrel apart, a last ditch attempt to get free from your ambush. 

“You’re going to pay for that,” he said deviously, and he ran at you. You yelped out in surprise and took off down the deck of the Sunny, Luffy right on your heels. You kicked off the floorboards and flew into the air, trying to evade your boyfriend’s rubber arms that were shooting out to grab you. You manage to get away from him, but his arms shoot off again, and your lack of ability to move in the air allows him to grab your waist this time. 

He slings himself towards you, and you cry out a warning, but it’s too late. His momentum topples you over, and the two of you crash back onto the deck. Your fall isn’t as hard as you thought it would be, though. 

A muffled voice comes from below you. “What the hell?!” 

You scrambled to your feet to find Zoro and Luffy below you, both of them spitting feathers out of their mouths. 

“Can’t a guy take a nap around here?!”

Your face reddens in embarrassment and your wings wrap around to cover your face. “Sorry Zoro!” you squeak out. 

Luffy begins to cackle, pointing at the swordsman’s face of shock “Zoro!! We really got you!”

“I’m gonna kill you, Luffy!” Zoro growls, gripping one of his swords. But the swordsman's darkened face doesn’t faze your captain, and Luffy continues to maniacally laugh at him. 

“Thanks for the landing Zoro,” Luffy says, turning his attention to you. “I have a score to settle with you.”

He chases after you, and you take off again through the ship, both of your screams of glee echoing across the waters. 

[ivorydice]

Mineshaft 👀

(or insert whatever no one has asked you about yet here!)

LOL of course you'd eye up mineshaft! :D <33333 @oftincturedwords asked about this one too so here we go!

So naturally, because this is me, Noctis and his friends are in a bit of a tough spot financially. AKA they're broke and out of curatives. They recently had an altercation with a guy which resulted in Gladio getting badly injured due to protecting Noctis, it was a very close call for him, and it used up the rest of their resources getting him to recover.

They need money ASAP, for some supplies and some downtime. They need to rest, Gladio still needs to rest. And so Noctis accepts a hunt for them at an abandoned mining village. Just one hunt, a quick job to get some good cash, to get supplies and let Gladio heal completely.

Except it's an abandoned mining village. It isn't maintained, it hasn't been maintained in decades, and things go south quickly. One thing leads to another, and Noctis and Gladio both end up getting kicked down an unstable shaft, falling deep into the mine below, and they end up trapped there, injured and on their own, cut off from the world above.

I honestly love the vibes of this fic. It's kind of like a ghost story? This fic is, of course, a whumpy fic, but it's also angsty and emotional and it's about guilt and secrets and grief. I honestly didn't expect it to take such an emotional turn when I started it, I thought it was just going to be a 10k oneshot of the two of them hurt and just trapped in a mineshaft lol, instead it's going to end up more than 30k and there are all of these FEELINGS XDDDD I love it. Hoping to get it posted soon!

Lil' snippet:

He’s only taken a few steps back towards the motel when Noct’s voice stops him.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Gladio pauses, then turns to look back at him. Noct’s eyes are on him now, but his face is unreadable, and he’s still clutching at the notebook on his lap, thumb slowly tapping against the cover. Gladio gives the question some consideration, then says, “I don’t think I’ve thought about it too much.”

“My mom believed in ghosts,” Noct says softly, and a flash of surprise hits Gladio like a jolt. “She used to say the south-east tower of the Citadel was haunted.”

He can only stare, confused and curious and wondering. It’s rare for Noct to talk about his mother, rarer even than King Regis himself. “I didn’t know that,” Gladio responds, not knowing what to say and yet not wanting to shove Noct back into silence. “Haunted by who? Some ancestor of yours?”

Noct gives a grin, although it's barely even a half-formed thing. “No idea.” He looks down, fiddling with the notebook, and Gladio waits as patiently as he can until Noct speaks again. “Cinis, tomorrow,” he says. “It’s supposed to be haunted. Or that’s what the tipster said.”

Ah, maybe that’s what brought all of this on. “Probably haunted by daemons, more like,” Gladio answers lightly.

Noct nods at that, slowly and thoughtfully. “The tipster said it’s because of the disaster. All the anger and sadness and guilt ties the people who died there.”

“Isn’t that the usual story for these things?” Gladio suggests. He’s not sure what Noct is getting at here, it’s not exactly important information for their hunt tomorrow, and it doesn’t help that both his eyes and tone don’t really let anything on. But, with everything that has happened lately, there are some possibilities. Death has shadowed Noct’s life since before he was born. It’s the sword hanging above the neck of every king of Lucis. It makes sense that Noct would think of ghosts.

“I can’t disprove they exist,” Gladio says eventually. It’s not really giving much, but he’d rather fill the silence than let it linger. “I’ve never seen one before. Have you?”

Noct is silent for a moment. That shouldn’t be so surprising, but it is. But then he lifts his gaze again and gives a bashful grin. “Nah, guess not. Would be cool, though, huh?”

“Yeah,” Gladio replies. “Make sure Prompto is with you when you do see one. Bet he’d love to snap a picture of it if he could.”

Noct lets out a soft noise, something like a chuckle. “I bet he would.” He stares at Gladio for a moment longer, looking like he wants to say something else. Then he nods towards the motel room. “I’ll be inside in a minute.”

[moviekid826]

sns fic rec II 🤍✨

hiii again!! sharing a few of my fav sns fics again just for fun 😌

(in no particular order) ((pls remember to check out a fic's tags before reading it))

simmer by moonwatcher

Naruto scrubs at his cheek with the palm of his hand, feeling his face flush with the remnants of anger from the day. “He’s not easy to please. Always has to have the last word. Tries to one up me in the subtlest ways, the bastard.” “Oh?” his mother sounds more curious now and Naruto starts to pout. “What are you thinking?” "Just that he sounds a little familiar is all.”

recently read this and it instantly became one of my fav sns fics ever. everything about it was just perfect. slow burn usually makes me impatient, but it was done so lovely in this fic. i could really feel the way they fell in love with each other 🥺 the writing is also absolutely flawless and moonwatcher's Sasuke was so freaking spot on (i'm usually really picky with Sasuke in fics so!!!)

In Any Lifetime by MadeNew

When Sasuke's thirteen, he wakes up crying for a life lived long ago and a boy he's never met. When he's sixteen, he remembers the boy's name. When he's nineteen, he decides it's time to find him.

reincarnation AU my beloved <3 this was sosososo beautiful. "He’ll always choose Naruto, every time. And Naruto has always chosen him, even when it was beyond stupid to do so." ugh, my heart

The Twenty-Third of July by moonlitmantras

Naruto brings Sasuke a gift on his 18th birthday and the Uchiha clan is there to embarrass the shit out of him.

the Uchihas alive and well, do u need another reason to read this fic????

Last Ones Out by hereforwords

Sasuke just stood there, wondering what expression he was making, numb all over with a distant ringing in his ears. It was only when they were pulling away from each other and Hinata turned and met his eye that Sasuke finally remembered himself and looked down, forcing himself to stop standing so stiffly. (Naruto and Hinata start dating. Naruto and Sasuke try and fail to be okay with it.)

this fic 🤧 sasuke's pain was so raw and real, i teared up multiple times. i'm also a sucker for soft!sasuke and he's so soft in this fic <3 it also gave me multiple cavities lmao, such a good read!!

Tea for Two by Unknown_de_Mordor

Sasuke was pronounced a violin prodigy when he was seven, a genius virtuoso when he was twenty. As far as he was concerned, a jazz violinist shouldn’t hold a candle to him, should he? Then why couldn't he stop being obsessed with Uzumaki Naruto?

i love pining <33333 also i tend to prefer canon fics, but sometimes adult sns in a modern universe hits the spot

Armistice by surveycorpsjean

Sasuke is still here. Or maybe; love hasn't passed them yet.

i don't usually read any sns fics set in the Boruto universe, but this one gets a free pass. there's just something about it... i've probably read it like 10 times. it's really so amazing, and there were so many parts that had me legit screaming such as:

"Sasuke’s sharingan spins threateningly, and Naruto thinks of the Uchiha curse. They are burdened to love so intensely, so completely that the loss of it drives them into madness and power. They’re feared for the strength of their obsessions, scoffed at for their clinginess. Naruto must be wrong in the head, because the mere thought of it turns butterflies in his stomach."

spring days by sanguinedawns

Naruto rolls his eyes, knocking his shoulder into Sasuke’s sternum, “You manage fine on days without me.” Sasuke purposely says next, “You hardly know my woes.” “What now?”

i don't think i'll ever be able to make an sns fic rec post without including sanguinedawns, they're my fav sns author for a reason <3 this fic has everything: soft boys, idiots in love, team taka, STUDIO GHIBLI. such a gem!!!!

for more fic recs, u can always message me if you're looking for a specific fic or feel free to check out my sns fic spreadsheet!! it's just a silly spreadsheet compiled of almost every single sns fic i've ever read. i hope u enjoy!!! happy reading 🧚‍♀️

[tendousthoughts]

His Bear

Y/n or Ship(s): Ship (AsaNoya)

Genre: Angst with fluff ending

Warning(s): foul language (cursing)

Summary: Prank /praNGk/• noun pranks a practical joke or mischievous act. When Asahi finally breaks under the pressure of Noya’s pranks.. What else is there left to do but cry over the loss of his bear?

A/N: IDK if anyone remembers me tbh “-_- But uh I just have been thinking about this fanfic for a while and I decided to remake it bc why not sfjhfk. My writing has definitely improved (I think, y'all can be the judge of that).. So uh tell me how you like this one?Uh I also don't remembered why I called this bear bc he only called him like that twice.. but I kept the name lmao- (Someone be proud of me for posting plz :( <3 ) oh and the superache album >>> FINALLY: THANKS FOR 300??? <33333

Noya had a quite large following, most of which were from his prank videos on Asahi. The same prank videos that Asahi had seemed to have grown tired of, the same ones that he had begged Noya to stop. The same ones that made Asahi overthink, the ones that made him go into panic. But it seemed not to get through Noya’s skull, he was too dense for that. 

It was late, when Noya had once again come up with a stupid prank idea. Another prank idea that would hurt Asahi. Maybe it was meant to be harmless, and even if it was supposed to be it didn’t come off that way. As the camera got stepped up, it was time. “Asahi, can you come here?” Noya called out, from the other room. It wasn’t normal for Noya to not call Asahi his name. It wasn’t normal for Noya to sound cold? No that wasn’t it. It almost sounded like he was trying to be distant from him.

“Yes love?” Asahi's eyes met Noya’s. He was playing with his hands again. He only did that when he was worried, the few words Noya had spoken seemed to have made a difference. Actually more of the words he didn’t speak. The words that lacked to come from his lips, those few words that meant everything to Asahi.

“Promise not to be upset, okay? I um. I just think I need a break from us. From um this whole relationship, if that makes sense. It’s not okay. You're wonderful but this whole thing is a lot. We have been friends for a while and sometimes I wonder if it would be better if we had stayed that way..?” Noya knew he didn’t mean a word of what he was saying. How could he? This is everything he had ever wanted, everything he had so much as longed for. He was able to wake up to Asahi’s warm arms around him every morning. He was able to kiss a man he was in love for, for years. Someone he was hopeful to spend the rest of his life with. So why would he ever want something other than this? This was all just for the stupid video. This was all just to get a reaction.

“What..? Can we talk about this please. I really don’t. I really don’t know um. I don’t know, no I don’t want to break up please. Can we work this out.. I really think we can. Please just don’t leave me. I really love you, I will be better I promise, just tell me what I need to do,” His was rubbing his hands more. Which made it clearer that he was shaking, the color had drained from his face. Tears rolling down his cheek. As much as Noya wanted a response this was not the one he wanted, at the same time he didn’t know quite what he was expecting. He ran over to the camera and turned it off.

“Sahi , look at me. I was joking and calmed down. This was just a prank. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t cry, it's okay. Bear please take a deep breath” He was holding Asahi now. His soft voice filled Asahi’s ears. Yet the words sounded bitter sweet. Maybe it was the fact that he had just thought he had lost his lover. Or maybe it was because this was just a “prank”.

“Nishinoya what the fuck.” Asahi slightly pushed Nishinoya off. Tears brimming his eyes. “No because, actually, what the fuck. Why? What kind of prank was that? I thought, I thought I was going to lose you. How was that fun to you? How was that funny?” Even though he was angry, he was still shaking. These feelings have been building up for a while, they had boiled over, the prank was too far. This was not fair. Not fair to whatever the fuck they had. “Is that how you truly feel? Is that the only reason you said it was a prank? Because you felt bad I am crying. That’s not fair. Please don’t fuck with me like that. You are really fucking with me aren’t you?” He had his arms around his neck now and he didn’t dare meet Noya’s eyes in fear that he would take back what he was going to say next. “Noya this isn’t what I wanted when I got in a relationship with you, I have begged you to take it easy with these fucking pranks. I begged you to look from my side of things. I didn’t sign up for this. It seems sometimes my words go through one ear and out the other, I don’t know what you want from me anymore. What do you want me to do anymore?” He took a deep breath finally looking up once again. This was going to hurt but it needed to be done. “I can’t even fucking trust every time you tell me you love me anymore. You have fucked my brain up and I don’t understand why,” He was crying still, but his shaking had stopped.

Noya stood there stunned. Unable to speak, unable to make an excuse. Maybe that made Asahi hurt, but at the same time it was exactly what he had expected. “You know what. Fuck this, I can’t. I really can’t do this anymore. Don’t contact me,” Without another word he left the room and went and grabbed his stuff. Leaving within a minute. As the door slammed shut everything seemed to crack. There laid Noya now unsure where to go, he sat there and cried.

It had been a few months since Noya had seen Asahi. Since Noya had disabled his account, he had removed himself from social media and tried his best to get back to “normal”. He had missed his lover's arms around him, he missed his lips, his hair, his voice, him. Today was harder than ever, their anniversary. Today he was supposed to be with Asahi, he was supposed to be celebrating with ‘Sahi. He got up and got ready, once again he wanted nothing more than just to forget this, to forget himself maybe. He called up Tanaka and asked if he could hang out tonight. It was 9 pm. Till then he did anything he could do to forget this fucking day. To forget how fucked up he was for doing that to Asahi. More than anything right now he just wanted to see him, even if it was with someone else. Just to see him one more time, he would prefer to talk to him but at the same time he wouldn’t want to see him hurt like that again.

When 9 hit, the plans had been changed to meet at a club, per Noya’s request. When everything go through maybe this was a dumb plan to work up the courage to call Asahi, another dumb plan to do something he desperately needed right now. Even if it didn’t work out, even if it was just sent to voicemail he would be happy he tried. So of course he got drunk. He downed whatever was the strongest. Tanaka knew what had happened but there wasn't much he could do to fix it. He knew it had to be Noya. “Noya, slow down on the drinks would you? What even are you doing..?” He knew he was harsh but maybe this was the push that Noya needed.

“I miss ‘sahi.. I don’t know what to do right now, I don’t know what I am supposed to do anymore. He told me not to contact him anymore, is it too selfish of me to want to contact him today and tell him that I just want to see him again.? I wonder how he is today, is he sad like me? Did he forget what today was.. no ‘sahi is too sweet for that. He is always too sweet for that. I fucked up with ‘Sahi. I didn’t mean to make him think I don’t love him.. but I do. I really do. You believe me right Tanaka?” He had tears in his eyes and without realizing he was crying once again. “I don’t know why I am crying, I am sorry I shouldn’t be crying, this is my fault.” He was wiping his tears as much as he could but they didn’t stop. 

“Nishinoya I never thought you didn’t love him okay? I think everyone but him, knew you loved him. He has anxiety since highschool, we both remember that. You can’t expect him not to worry when you pull stunts like that. You should have laid off the jokes just, for a bit till you and him could have talked it through. Even if you wanted to you can’t go back now, what has done has been done. He is probably doing the same as you right now, maybe even worse and you know that. He cares for you, and I don’t think that he could have just stopped loving you. Yet, when you put someone though that you can’t expect them to want to hold on. Even for the strongest people their hands get tired, and they lose their grip. You know what you have done wrong, yet I think you should wait till he contacts you okay? Show that you can listen to at least one thing he request and maybe he would feel a bit more comfortable. As for now lets just relax okay. I’m going to go dance and if you want you can follow me or just sit here all mopey.” With that Tanaka got up and moved away leaving him alone for a minute. His words were harsh but the truth. Noya knew he had hurt him and he knew he should be patient but fuck.

Nishynoya ordered several more drinks, downing once again. Around 11, is when he finally decided to stop, his ears began to rung and he could no longer bear the scents of the people around him. Their strong perfumes make him feel cramped and small. He got up walking out the back, finally getting the scent of air. He crouched down and just stared at his phone. “‘Sahi I am sorry if this makes you angry but fuck I need to talk to you.” He muttered under his breath, drunk, cold, and alone. It rang three times before it stopped, “‘Sahi?” is that you..? I know it is late so I hope you aren’t mad. Uh I just um.” It was clear he hadn’t expected him to pick up. “I wanted to say-'' before he could finish his sentence Tanaka came out of the back screaming.

“The fuck you go Noya? What were you thinking coming out here alone?” Looking at Noya he noticed the phone and grabbed it from him, “who are you on the phone with that is so important not for you to pick up your phone when I am calling? Do you know how worried I was.?” Noya had begun crying by now, he was drunk and worried that Asahi had already hung up. “What don’t cry, wait one second okay?” He pulled the phone up to his ear and spoke, “Hey I am so sorry um.,” He looked at the contact name, unsure what it meant he asked Noya who it was. 

“Tanaka?” Asahi responded before Noya could answer. “Is everything okay?” He had seemed wide away from his voice, not slurred or anything. Which meant he was sober. Good sign, sort of, maybe not. 

“Oh Asahi? I am so sorry I told him not to call you, I shouldn’t have left him out of my sight. I will let you rest.” For a second you could hear a few shuffling. 

“Wait! Uh, can I come pick up Noya? I mean if you want I can pick up Noya, I just um, I just need to know where you guys are. Well that is if you want me to pick him up of course but if you guys are having fun, make sure to get back safe.” Tanaka knew that Asahi just wanted to talk to Noya, he probably was unsure what to do too. Ashai was never a confrontational person and it was a high chance he felt bad for what he had said to him. He probably didn’t actually want to break up and he said it in the heat of the moment, he knew both of them well, they wore their emotions on their face, and somehow it was as if the other couldn’t see it.

“Ah sure, thanks Asahi, I think he would like that. Only if you are up for it of course otherwise I don’t want it to be a bother. He is really drunk right now and might say some random stuff so I don’t know I would feel bad for letting you have to take care of that,” He was hoping Asahi would just agree, he only did that so Asahi could have a way out if needed, but it was clear when he just asked for a location that he was hoping to see Noya too. “Ah okay I am going to hang up now but we are around the back okay?”

“Hey um can you actually put me on the phone with Noya?” He seemed worried, but there wasn’t much there could be to fix that. He knew he was on the phone with Noya when he heard sniffles, “Nishinoya is that you?” He whispered. A soft mhm could be heard but not much more than that. “Ah that's good, I am coming to pick you up, so wait for me okay?” Another mhm could be heard and then more sniffles like he was trying to stop himself from crying. “Noya take a deep breath, it’s okay don’t worry. Is there something wrong? Do you need me to pick you up anything from along the way?”

“Please just come.. Mm.. I miss you. I miss you right now, I am sorry,” for a second it sounds like he stopped breathing before he began crying again. “I don’t know why I am crying, I shouldn’t be crying, I am sorry.” He just kept apologizing and his tears ran free. As much as Tanaka wanted to help and calm him down he knew that this was his and Asahi’s problem.

“Noya takes a deep breath. I am on the way okay? Don’t cry please, I am almost there, don’t cry..” For a few minutes it was just silence. “Noya I am pulling into the back okay, you can tanaka thank you and that I am here so he can go back in now.” Noya obeyed and waited patiently, he was freezing but he couldn’t complain over that right now. He was about to see his bear again, and hopefully fix everything. If there was any possibility of that. As the car pulled in Noya looked at it and took a deep breath as he walked over. The call ended and he was met with the door, slowly he opened it unsure if he wanted him to sit next to him he just looked at the seat. “Noya you can sit down okay don’t worry,” Asahi’s voice was hoarse then it was on the phone, like it was clear that he had been crying. Noya sat down and closed the door, getting buckled. “Same place right?” Noya just shook his head. Why was he expecting something other than just that? 

Asahi’s hair was down which means that he rushed to get here because he hated it when his hair was down. Or at least he used to.. He probably still did. “‘Sahi, do you want a hairband?” Noya mumbled, he always kept them on him, no matter what. He kind of just wanted to hear Asahi’s voice again even if he was just a brief no.

“You have one?” Asahi seemed to laugh and with that Noya handed it to him, for a brief second their hands touched and Asahi seemed to feel the freezing temperature. “Noya you're freezing, why didn’t you tell me earlier you were cold.? I would have grabbed you a jacket or something. All I have is this one I am sorry,” He quickly took off his jacket and handed it to Noya.

“Oh um thanks,” He whispered as he put it on. The smell of Asahi filling his lungs made him feel safe once again. 

“Can I ask you something Noya?” Asahi muttered, without a second thought Noya shook his head yes. “I was wondering if um. If there is any chance you are up to talking this um like. Is there any chance you are willing to talk this through or anything? I don’t know I just um, I miss you a lot, which is stupid to say because I was the one who told you to not contact me. I have been waiting for you, I know that sounds really dumb, and selfish but I was kind of hoping you would contact me. Which um you finally did and I just. I don’t know, I just really miss being with you. I tried forgetting about all of it, which sounds like I am a dick now that I said it out loud. But it didn’t work and tonight I was just really fucking out of it, and I am really glad you called.. Sorry. I don’t even know if you're still single or anything,” He was choking up and you could hear it in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, Noya was still kind of out of it, “No I am not seeing anyone right now, and I really miss you. This is all my fault..” He was tearing up again, “ I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t love you or anything you know, because I really do love you,” Asahi had his eyes focused on the road, yet Noya didn’t want anything more than just to be able to look him in the eyes and say that. “I wasn’t thinking when I decided to do the prank and I know it hurt you and it wasn’t right to continue doing them. The last one I did took it way too far and it is understandable why you were so upset. I have stopped making videos and such and have gotten off all social media.. But I don't know if that helps.. I just don't know anymore, sorry,” He was crying now and trying to hold back his tears but it was no help. 

When they finally arrived it was late, Asahi looked over, “um is there any chance I can walk you to your door or something. Sorry that sounds stupid but uh..” He didn’t want to leave. Noya shook his head and they walked up the stairs to the apartment. Asahi looked at Noya biting the inside of his lip like he did when he was nervous.

“You wanna come in..” Noya asked, avoiding eye contact. Of course he wanted Asahi to come in with him tonight. He wanted everything back to normal. But that was going to take time. Maybe this was the first step? As Asahi nodded they both walked in together. Slowly making it to their bedroom. “I know this sounds really fucking selfish but is there any chance um.. You wanna stay the night, and just watch a movie with some popcorn or something..?” Noya just missed him, and he didn’t know what else to do. Asahi nodded his head and smiled. “Okay cool, um if you wanna change your clothes are still hanging up..”

“Ah, thank you,” He went and changed, coming back a few minutes later to find Noya in the kitchen making popcorn in his pjs. Asahi came up behind him and gently hugged him from the back. Noya jumped a bit but in the end melted into Asahi’s arms. “I missed you Noya.. I really did..” he whispered in noyas ear as he held him.

Noya shimmed his way to face Asahi and hugged him tight. “Me too, bear..” he whispered. Slowly he held him close and their lips finally met. Once they pulled apart, Noya whispered “Happy anniversary..”

“Happy anniversary..” Asahi said slowly making their way to the couch. They snuggled up with each other. Their problems didn’t magically get solved that night. It took time as does anything else, but this was a start. They were finally back in each others arms, and that was enough for now.

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OK BUT THAT'S ME BEING AN IDIOT HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA drabble/sfw JAHAHHAHAHAHAH DAMN

““You better catch that fucking bouquet, babe. Our relationship is on the line!” + “You wanna go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?” with Bokuto for the loveliest Clara! from my writing event that is now closed!

warnings: adult langauge and that’s it!

a/n: i answered her previous ask for the quotes so i’m just posting the drabble here! thank you for your patience my love!!! i hope you like it <33333

bokuto koutarou x f!reader; (fluff, all the fluff and wedding shenanigans)

Bokuto loves weddings. They’re truly his weak spot. Ask him to attend and he’s there an hour early, regardless of whether you’re his best friend or his cousin twice removed. The man lives for a wedding.

He loves the sentimentality of the ceremony that never fails to make him teary-eyed and oppositely, he loves the liveliness of the reception, half tempted every time to push the DJ aside and take over the mixing of music with a drink in his hand and a sloppy yell. He’s a vivacious mess of mixed moods and energy, but truthfully, he’s the best date anyone could ever ask for.

The best attendee too, considering almost everyone wants him to be a groomsman. He usually can never say no, but this time, it wasn’t even a question; Especially not for Hinata.

But above all, he loves that every wedding he attends grants him ample opportunity to enter into the sanctity of his fantasies and imagine his own.

“Did ya see him up there?!” Atsumu barks with a hard laugh, one hand clutching his whiskey and another his suit-clad chest, “He was cryin’ more than the groom!”

Met with the boastful laughs of his fellow team members, all gathered in a scattered circle by the bar, Bokuto jokingly pushes the blond on his left with a loud scoff and a faux-defense tone.

“I held it in!”

 “I heard you sniffling when Sho finally entered the venue,” Sakusa says, pointing a finger at Bokuto with the same hand that held his own alcoholic drink, “Don’t lie.”

 The group erupts into even more scattered laughter, that of which Bokuto finally joins in. His suit jacket has long since been abandoned, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he holds his hands up in surrender, “What can I say? I love weddings!”

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, Meian joyfully says from beside him, “At least we’ll know now how you’ll be at your own.” His eyes waggle in accompaniment and Bokuto feels his cheeks start to ache from the intensity of his smile. 

“We’ll bring extra tissues!”

Flustered to the core, Bokuto dips his head in abnormal shyness— the likes of which have the entirety of his friend group leaning forward in curiosity, their own interested smiles painted on their faces.

Fascinating as it may be to see the loud and boisterous wing spiker reduced to flushed cheeks at the mention of marriage, it doesn’t take much to figure out why; Even if they didn’t know him as well as they did, it was more than clear as to the reason when Bokuto’s own gaze tries to covertly dart to the side. That of which they all notice and blatantly follow. 

Stood beside the table of the bride, there you stood in all of your sheer elegance laughing with a number of the bridesmaids, blissfully unaware of a loving gaze that was drawn much too heavily to your turned figure. Focused on the way your dress shimmers in the dim lighting and the way you speak amongst the other guests, Bokuto feels locked in the trace of your magnanimous presence. Shyness dissipating quickly and replaced with the overwhelming flutter in his stomach.

And, not for the first time this night, he wonders briefly what it would be like if it were you walking down the aisle; If instead of the sheer, shimmery dress that adorned you beautifully, you were wearing a white one.

As he watched with exuberant joy as one of his closest friends married the one he loved, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if this were his wedding. If it were you walking down the aisle to the ethereal orchestra with your closest friends and family in attendance, all watching with eager rapture at your astounding beauty as he surely would be. But none of them, not a single one of them could ever compare to the intensity of his own stupefied gaze.

He’s imagined the scenario too often, felt tears prick the corner of his eyes every time, and he grows more excited each time he’s fantasized. But nothing gives him more butterflies than the thought of interlocking his hand with yours, placing his ring of eternal promise on your third finger, and avidly vow forever with you.

It’s not like he needs a wedding to promise that; He sees his future every time he looks at you—even if you have your back turned to him and are chatting away unsuspectingly with the fellow attendees.

 But a wedding would be nice, he thinks.

“That’s if he can get married,” Atsumu mutters into his glass cup and takes a long drink of his whiskey.

Bokuto, interrupted from his loving stare at the back of your head, snaps his own head to the blond with the speed to break necks. Eyebrows furrowed, fantasy ruined, and full offense coating his syllables, he exclaims, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, Atsumu leans one elbow on the surface of the bar counter and swirls his drink around, “Ya keep sayin’ yer gonna do it, but how long’s it been? Seven, eight months? If you haven’t done it yet, yer not ever gonna.”

A quick flash of sternness settles into the eyes of their captain, his arm still wrapped around the shoulders of the slowly deflating wing spiker. “He’ll do it when he’s ready, Atsumu. There’s no need to rush something like that.”

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa chimes in from across the three men. Pointing his stare at Koutarou, who resembles a kicked puppy at this point, he sighs. Not one to expel too much effort in emotional comfort, he decides this one is worthy of some kind of attempt. Albeit a minimal one. 

 “Don’t listen to this idiot, Koutarou.”

“‘m jus’ sayin’. She won’t wait for long, man,” Atsumu shrugs his shoulders again, eyes flitting to his right. Out of the corner, Koutarou deflates even more— shoulders slumped and the corners of his mouth downturned noticeably. He huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose.

Step one, complete.

“Since when were you such an expert in what women want?” Sakusa snorts.

“I have experience, thank you very much!” 

“That’s hard to believe.”

Sticking his tongue out at Sakusa, he pointedly ignores the insult to his knowledge of the feminine desires and turns his attention to the subject matter at hand.

Atsumu knows what women, having dated quite a few in his years. More specifically, he knew what you want, considering one drunk evening you had wondered aloud— quite heartachingly in your alcoholic daze, he might add— if the boisterous wing spiker even wanted to marry you. Bokuto, in your words verbatim—

“He just always gets fidgety when I bring it up and I jus’ dunno if he even likes me anymore cause yesterday, he said that my dinner was just ‘okay’ when he always says that he really loves it. Do you know how that made me feel? How could he even want to marry me when I make just ‘okay’ food? Do you know how much he eats? How can he survive!”

And as the ever so loyal friend that Atsumu considers himself to be, who is never one to ever meddle in the business of others, decided it was only right of him to solve this slight problem himself.

By taunting Bokuto, of course. 

If only to make him take matters into his own hands and finally do what everyone has been waiting for. What he knew the poor man has been dying to do forever, considering he never shuts up about you.

And also, to finally have you stop drunk texting him, no matter how endearing he may find them to be.

“So,” Atsumu sings once more, ignoring the look of exasperation on Meian’s face and instead, zoning in on the face of despair before him, “what are ya waiting for?”

In his stupefied stare at the blond beside him, Bokuto finds his gaze once more being drawn back to your turned figure that stands right in his line of sight. Wearing that pretty dress that you face timed him to get his opinion on, smelling of sweet lavender and jasmine— his favorite perfume of yours— and the lip gloss that you begged him not to mess up. He didn’t listen, and truthfully, you hardly minded all that much.

What is he waiting for? He knows what he wants, so why hasn’t he done it yet?

What if you’re growing tired of how long he’s been waiting? What if you’re unhappy that your relationship hasn’t progressed to the next stage? Oh god, what if--

His mouth opens then closes, then opens once again, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “I… I don’t know.”

“Do ya want to marry her?”

Bokuto nods eagerly, as though through the action alone he could dispel of any lingering doubt that ever had the audacity to pervade his thoughts, “Of course! I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

“Ya think she’s gonna say ‘no’?”

Looking at his two other teammates, who each have their own curiosities piqued at the line of questioning, he shakes his head with finality.

“No. At least, I don’t think so.”

“Then ya just need a push!” Placing his drink on the counter, Atsumu slaps his hand on the man’s shoulder, “How about this: If yer girl catches the bouquet, ya rip the band-aid and ya ask her—”

Stepping in once more, Meian chimes, “Don’t push him to do something he’s not ready for—”

“I ain’t pushin’! He’s got the ring already, right?”

“You do?” All eyes fall onto Bokuto, who stares with widened innocent stare at each of them. He quickly shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his fist to reveal a velvet box in his hand. 

“I’ve been carrying it with me every day for the past six months. I just didn’t know if I should do it.”

Three pairs of eyes stare blankly at the man before them. Sharing a quick look at one another, the message is translated seamlessly between each of them and voiced eloquently by Meian himself. Ever the efficient captain.

“Holy shit.”

“My friend,” Atsumu laughs, squeezing his hand on the broad shoulder of his closest friend. His smile, innocent enough to the passing gaze, holds that twinge of mischief that Bokuto has come to know rather intimately; A taunting smile that has been directed his way one too many times that usually never ends well.

“I dare ya to propose to yer girl if she catches that bouquet. If yer really a man, that is.”

Bokuto’s eye twitches, his features narrowed at the utterance of the dare, and that’s how Atsumu knows he’s got him in the bag. It has his own smile widening even further, as Bokuto’s face scrunches in suspicion, knowing full well that he could never resist a dare.

With the single word alone, long gone is the hesitancy and doubt that plagued the man just a moment before, and instead stands a man tall in his ushering of competition. A man who thrives off the challenge, especially wherever his teammate presented one. It’s almost startling how quickly he sheds his mopey behavior and embraces his natural presence, which overwhelms and overpowers everyone around them. 

Step two, done.

“And if she doesn’t?” Bokuto asks, smugness filtering his words as he entertains the notion— silently accepts the provocation laid before him and drastically alters himself in order to successfully combat it. 

In order to win.

Spotting the glint of devilry that grows in strength in the narrowing of Bokuto’s eyes, Atsumu smirks and meets it with one of his own. He’s got him, hook, line, and sinker.

“Ya break up.”

Bokuto reels backward physically, shaken from the competitive trance and staring at the man in grotesque shock. The kind that almost borders anger and offense. Huffing a breath through his nose, he takes a step forward, away from the present comfort of Meian and almost in accusation.

“Are you trying to ruin my life, blondie? You trying to go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?”

Atsumu laughs, holding his hands up in defense, “I’m tryna get ya married, big guy!” Shoving his hands into his pockets, hardly phased by the proximity in which the large man has entrenched onto his space, he shrugs once more, “That is… if yer man enough to take it.”

“Deal,” Bokuto says without hesitation, both incredibly and not at all to the surprise of the other two men who have been silently watching from the sidelines. Like a sudden reset, the tension that resided stiffly in the shoulders of Bokuto rescinds, and replaced is the confident, joyous man. 

A man who looks as though he’s won easy money and then some. 

Smiling widely, Bokuto turns in his place and begins a bold strut away from his friends. In the direction of his beloved, “Excuuuse me, gentlemen. I’m going to go teach my lady how to catch a bouquet.”

Meian and Kiyoomi step to the side, allowing enough space for Bokuto to walk through with the hint of laughter in their small smiles. 

Spinning on his heel and pointing his thumb at his chest, Bokuto exclaims proudly, “This time tomorrow, I will be a married man!”

“One wedding at a time, Kou.” Meian laughs at the retreating man, who is beaming from head to toe.

“Better train ‘er good, big guy! Or else I might be the next one to propose to her!” Atsumu calls out as Bokuto gets closer and closer towards your turned figure.

“I’ll kill you!” He calls back, hearing the echoing laughter diminish as he finally steps beside you.

Turning from the conversation with one of the bridesmaids to the new presence, you shine beautifully upon recognizing who it is, and Bokuto feels his resolve grow almost stronger.

“Hi baby,” You coo, instinctually placing your hand into his and leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek when he quickly presents it to you, “Did you have fun with the boys?”

Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, he places his own kiss on your cheek, humming against the surface of the skin yet making no move to part from you. “Mhmm. Just missed you.”

You laugh, rubbing your hand on his arm, “You were only gone for a couple minutes, Kou.”

Trailing his lips downward, he nuzzles himself into your neck, inhaling deeply. Lavender and jasmine. His favorite scent.

The one he wants to smell for the rest of his life.

“Ten minutes is too long.”

If possible, he manages to pull you even tighter against him. Two strong arms wrapping around you, pulling your chest into his and squeezing you tightly. Lovingly and entirely too comforting. Home.

You return the embrace eagerly, holding him to you equally as tight, “You’re right. It was starting to get boring without you.”

His hand, warm and large against the small of your back, rubs the surface up and down before he pulls back slightly, if only to look at your face in its entirety and the lip gloss you have unfortunately reapplied.

“You’re gonna do the bouquet toss, right?”

You raise an eyebrow, “I usually do. Why?”

He glances to the side, avoiding your inquiring stare. He raises a hand from your waist, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, “Maybe we should go outside, and I can throw a couple of rocks at you. Just to practice your catching skills.”

“Kou— “

“Can’t have anyone disrespecting you on the floor, can we? We gotta let everyone know you’re a winner! Cause you’re my girl, and whoever disrespects you, disrespects me! You know? So, you better catch that fucking bouquet. I mean, our relationship is on the line, here!”

“Koutarou—” From the tone in which you say his name, he knows he’s not making any sense. You’re confused, incredibly so, and he can’t blame you. Truthfully, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, only that he has a goal, and he has to make you see it without revealing himself entirely.

 “I mean, only if you want to. It just… means a lot to me, and I want you to say yes, because I love you. And if you win, I win in a lot of ways. And I want to win with you, for the rest of our lives.”

Realizing almost entirely too late that he was talking with duplicity that you have most certainly caught on towards, he decides there is a good place to stop talking entirely. Oh god, he’s such an idiot. What was he thinking? He can never hide anything from you!

If you couldn’t tell from the way he was talking in metaphors, you could most definitely see it from the way in which sweat beads at the top of his forehead.

Your eyes flicker from each of his, your warm palms cupping the sides of his face as you watch him with concern.

“Baby,” You breathe out, voice steady and calm as you watch his resolve slowly crack under your watchful stare, “Did you want to talk to me about something?”

He tried desperately to remind himself that he has a mission to accomplish, that there was a dare that Atsumu had challenged him to that he must complete—but it’s you. You’re the trump card, the weakness in his defense, his priority above all else. He could never hide anything from you because you would catch him in a quick minute. And truthfully, he doesn’t want to hide anything from you.

It was easy to hide the ring under the guise of waiting for the perfect time, a mental barrier that he could excuse as a good cause behind his hesitancy, but now that he’s accepted a dare that is forcing him to put his desires to immediate use, he can hardly wait for the bouquet toss to arrive.

He’s got to do it now. The time is right, it will never be more perfect. You look beautiful, you’re held tightly in his arms, and he’s never been more convinced of the fact that he loves you. Why has he even waited this long?

He has to do it—Atsumu be damned.

“Marry me.” 

**

Extra:

“You really think she’s going to catch it?” Meian asks Atsumu, as they both watch from afar the way Bokuto wraps himself around your body, nuzzling unabashedly into you.

Atsumu scoffs, “Hell no. Girl can’t catch fer shit.”

Furrowing his brows, Meian stares at the blond with intense confusion, “Then why did you—”

“Just had to plant the idea in his head. He’ll do it soon, jus’ give it a minute.”

The two watch you both silently, noticing the way in which Bokuto pulls away from you and starts to speak rapidly. Neither of them can hear what he’s saying, but they can see his lips moving. More importantly, can see the way in which you stare in perplexion.

Then finally, his lips stop moving and your hands cup his face. The setter and captain feel their breaths hitch and they both lean forward if only to see if they can read the wing spiker’s lips from where they stand.

They can. And from the way you respond with a laugh and an eager kiss, they know it worked.

Looking to Meian, Atsumu raises his brow with a smile, “Told ya!”

end note: to everyone who sent a request, it is on it’s way! i just don’t know the definition of a drabble and instead make 3k long fics, so that’s fun. 

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when the stars align | lee seokmin

ミ★ synopsis: four different seasons, four different lives, and you meet seokmin in each and every one.

ミ★ genre: reincarnation!au, soulmate!au (?), angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, mentions of blood and car accidents

ミ★ word count: 6,320

ミ★ pairings: seokmin x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! this is my first oneshot after about a month of not releasing any ? i recently started winter quarter at my uni and i’m also working now so i probably won’t be able to release oneshots as much as i used to </333 i hope that’s okay </333 but anyways, thank you to @sunlightwoo​ for helping me come up with a few ideas for this oneshot ! sorry for lying to you about who this was about, i didn’t want to get strangled <33333 i love you <333 i hope you all enjoy this, make sure to give seokmin lots of love <3

The sky is so blue today, you think to yourself as you sit on the bus, heading towards your workplace. Resting your head on the window, you stare up at the sky, music pouring in from your headphones as the busy city scenery flashes by before your eyes. 

You lift up your head when you see that you’re close to the hospital, quickly pressing the button to signal that you want to get off. The bus stops in front of the building, and you lift up your bag from the seat and walk into the middle aisle. You step off the bus and walk in the direction of the hospital, glancing up to see a man standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at the sky. 

The sky is so blue, Seokmin thinks to himself, tilting his head to the side as a small smile forms over his features. You feel your heart stop in your chest when he looks back down, only to lock eyes with you. A tingle makes its way down your spine as you stare at him, similar to the feeling of getting shocked when you touch a person's hand. 

He’s pretty, you think to yourself. Immediately pausing right after that thought registers in your head, realizing that you’re literally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and just staring at the pretty man. You look away, heading straight into the hospital without another glance back. 

Seokmin watches as you disappear, running a hand through his hair at the strange feeling he got when the two of you stared at each other. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back towards the hospital, letting out a nervous grin as he walks inside to start his new job.

“Yn, you’re here!” You grin at Soonyoung, giving him a thumbs up as you put your things into your locker. “Wow, we’re sharing a shift together? That’s new. I wonder why Seungcheol scheduled us together after the rather… unfortunate…”

“It was not unfortunate!” 

“You almost jumped out of the 8th story window.” 

“Sounds fake.” You stop and turn towards the blonde, squinting your eyes at him. 

“Yn, this is serious! The patient thought I was cute and asked for my number but I got too shy and told them I’m married!” Soonyoung cries out onto your shoulder, and you silently glance at your clipboard as you let him screech in the middle of the hallway. 

“I don’t get why you said you were married.” You mutter, clicking open the pen and writing down a note on the patient’s form. Soonyoung looks up at you, and yells, “I don’t either!”

You turn your head and give him a smile, placing the clipboard between your knees and squishing Soonyoung’s face with your hands. He pouts at you, and you just continue to hold his face.

“This is a you problem.” Soonyoung glares at you, before pushing your hands away as you laugh at his reaction. “I should just jump out the window, I’m humiliated.”

You pull the clipboard back up, flipping the page over and looking at the other side. You mutter out, “don’t do that.” as you write more notes, only to pause when you don’t hear a snarky response in return. Looking up from the clipboard, you turn your head, only for your eyes to widen.

“SOONYOUNG! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” 

“I’M GONNA DO IT!!!” 

“KWON SOONYOUNG!”

Soonyoung rubs the back of his neck, giving you a sheepish smile after the reminder of what occurred a few months prior. You slap his shoulder, making him let out a whine of protest. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I wasn’t actually going to jump.” You roll your eyes, throwing the lanyard over your neck that displays your ID. You give Soonyoung a close-lipped smile, “Let’s go.”

The two of you step out of the break room, walking over to the front desk to ask which patients checked in. Minghao glances up from his monitor to find you and Soonyoung heading in his direction, and he lets out a heavy sigh, making you squint at him.

“I saw that!”

“Why did Cheol let the two of you work on the same shift after Soonyoung almost died?” Minghao asks himself, and Soonyoung rests his head in his hands. Shrugging your shoulders you lean against his desk, “I don’t know, ask Cheollie.” 

“Anyways…” Minghao begins, and you let out a giggle. You lean your head onto Soonyoung’s shoulder, waiting for Minghao to finish up typing. “Yn. You’re training the new guy today.”

“I’m training the what?” 

“Lee Seokmin, today’s his first day. Seungcheol wants you to watch over him.” You bite the inside of your cheek at the fact that you have to watch over another new nurse. Leaning forward, you ask Minghao, “Where is he?”

“I’m here.” The three of you turn around at the sound of the sweet voice, and your heart immediately drops into your stomach when you realize that he is the man you practically gawked at when you were about to head in. 

“I’m Lee Seokmin, nice to meet you all.” He says with a grin, only to tilt his head when he locks eyes with you. He points his finger in your direction, “I think I saw you outsi-.”

“No you didn’t.” You interrupt, and he bites the inside of his cheek. 

“I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Sounds like a scam.” 

“Is it?”

“Do I need to pull up the security cameras just for you guys to confirm this or can you finally leave me alone?” Minghao interrupts with a tired expression on his face, and Soonyoung snickers behind his hand. Squinting at your overwhelmingly pretty but rude coworker, you slap him on the back of the head, before pointing at Seokmin.

“Let’s go do nurse stuff.” And with that, you walk away, not checking to see if he’s following close behind you as your face is incredibly hot from trying to act like you’re not embarrassed. 

“Are they always like that?” Seokmin asks Soonyoung, to which the blonde nods his head with an entertained grin on his face. “Yeah, you should go hurry after them. They’re not gonna stop and turn around to check if you’re following.” 

Seokmin’s eyes widen, before turning to look at you again, only to find you nowhere in sight. Now panicking, he quickly waves bye to Minghao and Soonyoung, before running down the hallway to find you. Soonyoung and Minghao watch as Seokmin hurriedly turns the corner, only to run the other way when he doesn’t find you.

“Ah, why can’t yn be nicer to the new recruits.” Minghao mutters to himself, and Soonyoung tilts his head to the side when he sees you poke your head over the corner and call out to a very lost Seokmin, gesturing for him to come over. 

“I don’t know. I think this time will be different.” Soonyoung says quietly, watching as you and Seokmin sneak glances at each other as the two of you look over the clipboard. Minghao purses his lips, before turning back around and facing his PC. 

“Only time will tell.” 

“You wanna go buy drinks? Are you crazy?” Seokmin asks you with a chuckle, and you let out a tired groan, turning and resting your forehead onto his shoulder. His eyes widen slightly at the contact, before reaching out and patting the back of your head.

“I just, I’m so tired. One of the patients tried to throw their pee at me and I-”

“They tried to what?”

“And then this other patient’s wife yelled at me about touching her husband’s chest but I was just trying to hear his heartbeat.” Seokmin’s eyes continue to widen the more you tell him about your rather chaotic day at work. Tilting his head to the side, he recalls that his day went rather smoothly in comparison. 

It’s been a couple months since Seokmin first started working at the hospital with you, and the two of you have gotten relatively close. There’s no denying the attraction and the chemistry between the both of you. Minghao and Soonyoung even have an ongoing bet on when the two of you will finally start dating. 

“By Spring they’ll be together.” Soonyoung says, and Minghao slaps his shoulder.

“Absolutely not, they won’t be that slow. They’ll be even slower. I bet by Summer they’ll be together.” 

“50,000 won?” 

“50,000 won.” Soonyoung confirms with a nod of his head, and Minghao lets out a small smirk. Standing up to his full height, he extends his hand towards the blonde.

“You got yourself a deal, Kwon Soonyoung.” Soonyoung glances down at his hand, before smiling cockily to himself as he reaches out and grasps the latter’s hand.

“Right back at you, Xu Minghao.”

Seokmin lets out a grin, jostling his shoulder slightly to make you lift your head up. You pout up at your pretty coworker, and he smiles down at you. “Okay, I’ll buy us drinks.” 

Your pout turns into a happy smile, and the two of you quickly walk out of the hospital doors. You immediately shove your hands into your pockets, shivering slightly from the brisk winter night. Seokmin notices you shiver out of the corner of his eye, and he remembers the red scarf wrapped around his neck. 

You’re about to make a comment about how it’s cold, only to freeze when Seokmin removes the scarf from his neck and tenderly wraps it around you. Your eyes slowly trail up towards his own as he softly ties it so that it’s covering your mouth. He looks up into your sparkling eyes, and gives you a smile, his face a bit pink from the cold.

“Don’t catch a cold, yn.” Seokmin says in a soft voice, eyes full of warmth as he stares down at you. You nod your head in response, as no words seem to currently be forming in your brain. He smiles, before motioning towards the direction of the bar. 

“Let’s go drink.” You watch as he heads off towards the bar without another word, and you aimlessly follow him, wondering why you suddenly feel so warm.

“I-” You hiccup, and Seokmin chuckles at the drowsiness to your eyelids as you fight to stay awake. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he takes a sip of his water, as he decided to not drink a lot in order to make sure you get home safe. “You what?”

“I want a pet.” You mutter with a drunken giggle, and Seokmin smiles at how tired you are. Letting out a breath, he stands up from his seat and walks over to your side of the table. You notice a looming presence to your left, and you slowly turn your head and glance up at the figure, seeing Seokmin staring down at you with an amused expression on his face.

“Why are you so… tall?” You ask, and Seokmin shrugs. He helps you up out of the chair, making sure to put money on the table and grab your bag as he escorts you out of the bar. Rubbing your eyes once the cold air hits you, you turn your head to look up at Seokmin, wondering why your heart is so warm whenever you stare at him. 

“Tall… pretty… nice…” You begin to quietly count all the nice qualities about Seokmin as you lean against him, and he laughs when you stop walking, holding up all ten fingers towards his face. 

“This isn’t even all of the good things about you.” You say with a squint to your eye, and he shrugs his shoulders at you. “I wouldn’t say that I’m that great, yn.” 

Your eyebrows furrow at his response, and you reach out and slap his shoulder, eliciting a whine of pain. You shake your finger at him, “You are great! Don’t you,” You burp mid-sentence, making Seokmin smile. “Don’t you ever say you’re not great ever again.” 

Seokmin nods his head, raising his hands up in surrender to emphasize his answer, and you give him a content grin. Your eyes widen when you see a snowflake fall onto the top of his head, and the two of you look up towards the sky to see millions of snowflakes descend towards the ground. 

You let out an excited smile, turning your head to see Seokmin already staring at you with a soft grin on his face. Your heart stutters within your chest when you feel that familiar feeling of warmth, and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“First snowfall of the year.” Seokmin mutters quietly, looking back up towards the sky as a means to stop his face from turning red at how ethereal you look. You squeeze your fists at your side as you stare at the pretty man, hearing your own heartbeat in your ears at how nervous you are. 

“I love you.” You state, and Seokmin freezes, slowly turning his head to look at you with wide eyes. Seokmin glances behind him before looking back towards you and pointing at himself, “Me?!”

You nod your head, pointing directly at him. “You.” 

Seokmin feels warmth flood his features, and a sheepish smile slowly forms on his face as he lifts his hands up to feel how hot his cheeks are. He turns back towards you, “Really? You’re not just saying this because you’re drunk, right?” 

You nod your head again, patting your heart as a way to try and calm it down. Seokmin tilts his head to the side, “Are you gonna forget that you confessed to me?” 

Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders. The pretty man gives you an incredulous stare, making you chuckle in response. “We’ll see~”

“Yn, you can’t just-”

“Do you love me back?” You ask, watching as the snowflakes fall down around the two of you. The visual is similar to that of a painting, with your surroundings being painted in a brilliant shade of white. It makes it appear as if you’re an angel sent from heaven. Seokmin stares at you in silence for a moment, before nodding his head. 

“I do. I love you.” Seokmin says softly, and you bite the inside of your cheek harshly to stop yourself from smiling. He steps forward, “But yn, we need to talk about the fact that you might forget-”

You bend down and quickly make a snowball, before throwing it at Seokmin’s face. You let out a bright laugh as he sputters, trying to wipe the snow away. He stares at you in shock, before pointing directly at you. 

“I’m gonna get you for that.” 

“Bet you will!”

The sound of your guys’ laughter fills the cold January night, the first snowfall of the year.

“Are you gonna take yn out to eat somewhere fancy tonight for your guys one year anniversary?” Minghao asks as Seokmin looks through the patient’s folder. Seokmin glances up at his newly dyed silver-haired friend, giving him a grin. “We were thinking of something simple, they’d rather we save money.” 

Minghao chuckles, nodding his head. “Sounds like something they’d want.” 

Seokmin tilts his head, glancing down at his watch. He purses his lips, realizing that you should’ve come in already since your shift started a couple minutes ago. 

“I wonder if their bus is late today.” Seokmin says, and Minghao checks out the time. He nods his head, “It probably is. Life’s unexpected, that’s why I told them to get a car.” 

“What if they get into traffic in the car too?”

“Then that’s on them.” Minghao responds, and Seokmin rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He opens his mouth to say something when the two hear the sound of sirens. They turn towards the entrance of the hospital, seeing multiple ambulances pulling up and hurriedly taking out injured patients. 

“What’s going on?” Soonyoung asks the two as he walks up to them, seeing everyone beginning to be transported in a gurney. Seokmin shrugs his shoulders, eyes squinting when one of the EMT’s comes closer with the injured patient.

“Might’ve been a bad accident, I’ve seen something similar to this only a few times. Such as the bad accident with the bus a few years back, lots of casualties.” Minghao answers, watching as the nurses hurry towards the emergency room. Seokmin’s heart stops when he sees a red scarf on the gurney.

“Y-yn?” Seokmin says quietly, eyes widening when the nurses push the gurney past them. It’s as if time comes to a slow when he lays eyes on your lifeless body on top of the gurney, watching as the nurses hold the oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. 

“Yn.” Seokmin breathes out. Soonyoung and Minghao’s mouths drop open when they recognize you, and Minghao immediately wraps his arms around Seokmin to prevent him from chasing after you.

“L-let me go!” Seokmin shouts, beginning to panic when he can’t free himself from Minghao’s grip. Soonyoung looks at Seokmin, “You’re not in the right headspace to help them right now. I’ll go, they’ll be okay.” 

“No! Let me see them! Let me help them!” Seokmin yells out in pain, continuing to struggle against Minghao’s hold. He lets out a sob when Soonyoung runs after you, “LET ME GO! LET ME- LET ME GO!”

Seokmin’s knees buckle underneath him as he lets out a blood-curdling scream, and him and Minghao slowly sink to the floor. Silent tears fall from Minghao’s eyes as he holds onto Seokmin, trying to mutter out soothing words as his friend breaks apart right in front of him. 

“Please, live.” Seokmin sobs quietly. 

It’s only a few hours later when the surgeon steps out of the operating room with a solemn expression on her face, that no words need to be said for Seokmin to fall apart on the floor of the waiting room. With Soonyoung and Minghao quietly crying as they try to offer him comfort. 

The clouds are pretty today, You think to yourself as you walk to the auditorium that holds your calculus course. 

“Yn!”

You turn your head in the direction the voice came from, and your eyes brighten when you realize that it’s Mingyu. He walks over to you with a happy grin on his face, textbook in his grasp as he pats the top of your head in greeting. 

“Morning, Gyu.”

“You ready to learn about derivatives?” Mingyu asks, and you scoff at the tall man, nudging him away from you. “Don’t ever say that cursed word to my face.” 

“Derivat-”

“You absolute whorebag.” You interrupt, causing you and Mingyu to break out into laughter at your lingo. The two of you converse as you head towards the building, and you suck in a deep breath, smiling at the fresh air. 

“You know how it’s Spring, Mingyu?” You ask, and Mingyu purses his lips in thought. He points towards the weeds on the ground after a moment, “Cause the weeds pop up?”

“Okay... that too. But that’s not what I was thinking.” Mingyu chuckles, looking up at the sky to see the pretty white clouds. “What is it then?” 

You smile excitedly, jogging a bit so that you’re now in front of Mingyu. He glances back down at you, eyebrow raised as he sees you lift your arms up and gesture around your guys surroundings. He looks around, finding the cherry blossom trees beginning to sprout the beautiful pink flower that you love so much. 

“The cherry blossoms are blooming!” You say with a bright smile on your face, and Mingyu laughs in embarrassment when you spin around as if you’re in a coming of age movie. You only stop when you see someone smiling up at the cherry blossom trees. 

The cherry blossoms are blooming, and the clouds are nice. Spring is here, Seokmin thinks to himself, taking a deep breath of the nice air. He adjusts his bag with a smile, turning around to walk to his building, only to pause when he locks eyes with you. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, finding the other to be familiar. However, neither of you are sure why. You let out a breath, raising your hand up and giving the pretty man a wave as you smile. 

For some reason, Seokmin feels an overwhelming feeling of relief when you smile at him. He slowly lifts his hand up and waves back at you, an ethereal smile etching itself onto his features. 

“Spring is beautiful!” You shout out towards the man who holds a smile that can outshine the sun. Mingyu chuckles in amusement, watching as his best friend and a stranger fall in love right before his eyes. Seokmin nods his head as he stares into your bright eyes, feeling warmth flood his chest as he says, 

“Yeah, it is!” 

It’s only Mingyu who notices that Seokmin wasn’t talking about the season. In fact, you won’t realize he was talking about you until it’s too late.

“It’s so damn hot.” You mutter to yourself as you sit in front of your fan, wondering when you’ll be able to get your AC fixed in this fucking oven of an apartment. Your phone rings beside you, and you pick it up, seeing that Joshua’s calling you. 

“Are you coming to my rescue now or do I have to hang up again?” You joke, and Joshua chuckles on the other end of the line. “Very funny, but I’m heading to your apartment now. I brought my friend, he usually sets up the AC’s for my family.” 

“Old friend I’m assuming?” You ask, and Joshua nods his head even though you’re unable to see it. 

“Very old.”

“Bitch! I’m younger than you!” You hear a sweet voice say, followed by laughter and apologies from Joshua. You smile, letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll see you soon, Shua.” 

“See you.” 

Only thirty minutes pass of you laying in absolute agony on your floor that you hear your doorbell ring, and you practically drag yourself to the door. You whip it open, seeing Joshua staring at you with an amused expression on his face. 

“You look hot.”

“I’ll wipe my sweat on you.”

“Ew, that’s a bad first impression on Seokmin.” Your eyes widen slightly when you remember that Joshua brought a friend. You let out an awkward laugh, “I was obviously joking.” 

“It’s okay, I knew you were kidding.” The sweet voice you heard over the phone interrupts, and you glance over Joshua’s shoulder, only to feel your breath get taken away when you lock eyes with the man. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest as the two of you stare into each other's eyes in silence, an indecipherable emotion making itself apparent.

“Yn, this is Seokmin. Seokmin, this is yn.” 

You slowly reach your hand out towards the man, giving him a small smile. He grins back at you, extending his hand and grasping yours. You let out a breath when you feel a shock of electricity go down your back, while Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek at the feeling. 

“T-thank you for coming to fix my AC.” You mutter quietly, and Seokmin nods his head. The two of you let go, hands awkwardly falling to your sides as you do so. Joshua looks between the two of you with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you two so quiet? It’s weird, there’s so much tension it makes me wanna hurl.” 

You squint at Joshua, reaching out and slapping his shoulder as the both of them step into your apartment. He giggles at your reaction, patting your head affectionately. “I don’t know how long you survived in this hot ass apartment, but Seokmin will fix it soon.”

The man in question rolls his eyes as he takes off his jacket, placing it onto your coat rack as he walks over to your broken AC. Seokmin turns around and points at Joshua, “You’re helping me too.”

“Me?!”

“Who else?”

“Yn.” 

“You have no manners at all, do you?” Seokmin asks with a disappointed expression on his face, causing you to burst into laughter. His heart fills with warmth at the sound, and he turns to glance at you.

what is this? what am i feeling right now? Seokmin asks himself as he watches you turn around to head into your kitchen. You turn back with a smile on your face, giving Joshua and Seokmin two thumbs up.

“I’ll get you guys some cold water!” Joshua throws finger hearts your way as a response, making you roll your eyes with a chuckle as you disappear into the kitchen. Joshua turns to glance at Seokmin, noticing the furrow to his brow. 

“Do you know yn?” Joshua asks, making Seokmin break out of his daze. The brunette runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head no at Joshua’s question. “Why would I know them?” 

“I don’t know, it just seems like the two of you knew each other.” Joshua answers, and Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek. He turns to glance at the kitchen, watching as you quietly dance as you place the ice cubes into the cups. Letting out a breath, he turns back towards the AC, preparing to open it. 

“Nah, we’ve never met before.” 

“This is stupid.” 

“It’ll be so fun!” 

“Jeonghan’s the last person I’d expect to look forward to going to a fortune teller.” You say with a grin, watching as he practically drags Joshua into the small shop without another word. Seokmin and you glance at each other, shrugging your shoulders. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Seokmin asks as he opens the door for you, and you let out a groan. 

“That’s the worst thing you could’ve possibly said in this situation.” You whine, making Seokmin laugh at your reaction. The frown on your face slowly morphs into a smile at the sound of his laughter, and you rub the back of your neck.

It’s been a few months since you and Seokmin met, and the two of you have become friends. You were later introduced to Jeonghan, who looks like an angel and is an absolute angel, but has devilish tendencies when it comes to games. Now the four of you are close, and you try your best to ignore the way warmth floods your face when Seokmin sends a smile your way. 

 “It’ll be okay yn, let’s just head in to make sure Jeonghan and Joshua don’t get scammed.” Seokmin tells you, and you nod your head with a grin. You let out a low whistle at the sight of all the crystals on the tables once the two of you enter the shop, before your attention lands on Jeonghan and Joshua talking to a rather old lady. 

“So you guys don’t actually use the crystal ball?” Jeonghan asks, and the fortune teller nods. She giggles, patting the ball softly, “It’s just for decoration.” 

You and Seokmin snicker behind your hands at the look of awe on Jeonghan’s face, and the lady hears you, as she glances up and looks at you both. Her mouth drops open slightly at the sight of you and Seokmin, and she waves her hand for the two of you to walk over. 

You and Seokmin share a glance, before heading over to the table and switching seats with Jeonghan and Joshua. The lady extends her hands out towards you and Seokmin, and you both tentatively reach out and grasp her hand.

“You’ve both lived such tragic lives.” She mutters, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

She glances up at you and Seokmin with tears in her eyes, and the two of you stare at her in shock at how emotional she is. She squeezes your hand, giving you a sad smile. 

“The two of you are soulmates. Born as the same star but were later separated. In other words, your hearts are tethered to one another. In each and every life you’ve lived, the two of you have found each other and fell in love.” Warmth floods you and Seokmin’s features at her words, and you both don’t dare to share a glance. Joshua and Jeonghan grin, finding this all to be rather precious. However, Joshua’s grin slowly turns into a frown when he catches sight of the tears falling from her eyes. 

“Why are you sad? Isn’t this a good thing?” Joshua asks, and the fortune teller bites the inside of her cheek. The five of you stay in a relative silence, and you find a frown etching itself onto your face when she looks back up at you. 

“Because the two of you were never given the chance to be happy. Fate would rip one of you away from the other when you were close to reaching your destiny.” Seokmin’s mouth slowly falls open at the news, and you stare at her in shock. The fortune teller runs a hand through her hair, giving the two of you a solemn look.

“This is your third and final life as it seems that your stars will no longer align in the future. I hope fate will let the two of you be happy and leave you alone this time, so don’t wait until it’s too late.” She says quietly, and you abruptly stand up from the seat. Seokmin looks up at you, and finds that your eyes are filled with tears. 

“This has to be a joke. This is a joke. There’s no- there’s no such thing as soulmates or reincarnating.” You mutter, and the fortune teller shakes her head at you. She opens her mouth to speak, only for you to shout, “Fate doesn’t exist!” 

The fortune teller gives you a sad smile, reaching out and wiping away the tear that’s escaped from your left eye. “Then why are you crying, my dear?”

You harshly bite your bottom lip, quickly wiping your eyes. You push the chair and walk out of the shop without another word, promptly ignoring the calls of your name from your friends, and instead choosing to bask in the warmth of the summer night air as you try to put as much distance between you and the fortune teller. You feel a sob bubble up in your chest, wondering why you feel so much pain. 

“Yn!” You turn at the sound of Seokmin’s voice, seeing him run up to you. You rub your eyes to try and get rid of the tears, only to feel your breath get taken away from you when you’re encompassed in warmth. You slowly lower your hands, finding that Seokmin has wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. “S-Seokmin?”

“It’s okay, fortune tellers are paid to tell us weird things. There’s no need to worry, yn.” Seokmin tells you softly, rubbing the back of your head as a means to comfort you. You close your eyes, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as more tears flow from your eyes. 

“You don’t believe her?” You ask quietly, and Seokmin shakes his head. “No, I don’t.” 

You nod your head, continuing to feel the overwhelming pain in your chest as the two of you hold each other. You open your eyes to find the moon glowing down onto the two of you, with millions of stars shining bright in the air. 

fuck fate.

“I love you.” You confess, and you feel Seokmin turn rigid in your hold. He slowly pulls back to get a good look at your face, and you give him a small smile. 

“You love me?” He repeats, and you nod your head. The two of you stare into each other's eyes, and his beautiful brown eyes bore brightly into yours as your confession sinks in. Seokmin finds millions of stars in your gaze, a direct rival to that of the stars in the night sky that hangs above him.

“Do you love me back?” You ask quietly, and Seokmin gives you a small smile as his own eyes begin to water when an overwhelming emotion washes over him. And so, he nods his head.

“I do. I love you, yn.” 

You let out a smile as you make a waving motion with your hand, watching the scenery pass as Seokmin drives the two of you to the beach. You turn your head to glance at your boyfriend, finding him quietly singing along to the music as he drives. He seems to notice you staring at him though, as he lets out a grin.

“You think I’m handsome?” 

You immediately scoff, reaching out and pinching his cheek. He lets out a little whine of pain, causing you to laugh and retract your hand. “Of course I think you’re handsome. It’s why I confessed to you.” 

Seokmin rolls his eyes, sparing you a glance as you eat a piece of candy. He looks back towards the road, feeling nothing but content as he drives. “So you only confessed to me that night after the weird fortune telling because I’m handsome? Not because we were born as the same star?” 

Letting out a giggle at his weird way of saying the sentence, you grab a sour patch kid and place it into his mouth. You watch as his face scrunches up slightly from the sourness to the candy, and you chuckle. 

“I love you for you.” You say softly as the two of you pull up to the stoplight. Seokmin lets out a sigh, finally getting the chance to turn to look at you now that you’re at a stop. “Wanna get married?” 

You choke on the piece of candy you were eating, causing Seokmin to burst into laughter. You reach over and slap his shoulder twice, still coughing as you take a large gulp of water. You shoot a glare at the pretty man, “That’s such a lame way to propose.”

“Yeah, but you still had a great reaction. It’s all about the element of shock, love.” You roll your eyes, turning your head to see that the light has turned green. “I guess you have a point.” You mutter, making Seokmin grin. He presses on the gas, and heads into the intersection. 

“Does that mean you said yes to my proposal?” Seokmin asks as he stares at the road in front of him, and you purse your lips. You turn your head to face him as you answer, only for your eyes to widen.

“SEOKMIN THERE’S A TRUCK COMI-” 

You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as the car flips over. 

And you don’t get the opportunity to tell Seokmin that your answer was yes.

However, fate decided to let your stars align one last time.

You walk down the sidewalk on your way home from school, smiling up at the orange and red leaves that are falling from above you. You shove your hands into your pockets, stepping onto each and every crunchy leaf in your path as you enjoy the sound it creates. 

“I love Fall, I wonder if the scenery is this beautiful at SNU.” You whisper to yourself, looking up at the blue sky. You squeeze your eyes shut when the reminder of all the new responsibilities that will be placed on your shoulders once you live on your own next year.

Being an adult sounds hard, You think as your gaze slowly trails over to an orange leaf falling from the tree. You watch as it lands on the top of a student’s black hair, and you raise an eyebrow at the uniform. 

“He goes to the other high school.” You mutter, tilting your head to the side when he plucks the leaf off his head and smiles at it.

“Ah, it’s really Fall.” Seokmin says softly, squinting back up at the tree with a grin on his face. He lets the leaf fall back to the ground before running a hand through his hair and turning to continue to walk home again. 

He stops in his tracks when he looks up from the sidewalk, only to lock eyes with you. Your heart beats rapidly within your chest as the two of you stare at each other in silence, the orange and red leaves falling from the trees around you both. 

why... why is he so familiar? why do i feel... relieved just by looking at him?

why does it feel like my heart is breaking as i stare at them?

Seokmin looks away first, ignoring the thoughts in his brain as he stares directly at the ground and continues to head home. You quickly follow suit, looking at anything but the pretty man as you try to calm your beating heart. 

Time comes to a stand still as the two of you pass each other, the leaves continuing to fall as you do so. You bite the inside of your cheek when a bit of distance is put between you two, and you come to a stop. You slowly turn your head to look back at him, tears falling from your eyes as you let out a breath.

Seokmin stands not too far from you, tears trailing down his own cheeks as he stares into your sparkling eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek, before sending a tentative smile your way. He lets out a wet laugh when you smile back at him, feeling warmth flood his features as more tears pour from his eyes. 

home.

“I’m Seokmin!” He greets from afar, and a feeling of relief washes over you when you hear his voice. You quickly reach your hands up, wiping away the tears on your cheeks as you stare at him. However, it’s of no use.

it’s like i’m finally home.

As tears fall from your eyes, you smile at Seokmin, finding him to be brighter than the sun when you shout back, 

“I’m yn!”

[one4theages]

Enchanted// T.H

Hellooooo! Hope you like it, my first language isn't English so im very sorry for any mistakes and I used Enchated by Taylor Swift as an inspiration to write this <3<33333

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"So, enchanted huh?"

"Yes, enchanted, now leave me alone!" You couldn't handle all the jokes and banter your friends were giving you after listening to your new song for the first time.

"Look, y/n is turning red, you are soooo whipped" After that last comment you threw a pillow to your three best friends and bandmates.

You knew you were falling in love, fast and hard, but you couldn't control it. Tom was a charming person and his magnetic force was too strong to be able to resist.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles

You two meet backstage at an award show. Both of you were presenting an award and your managers had introduced you before going on stage.

It was clear you did not want to be there until you start talking to him. Quickly you realise how laid back and funny he was and for the first time that night, you were glad you went.

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

In your ride back to the hotel, Austin, Cody and Ross started mocking you after witnessing how Tom asked for your number before leaving and how you start reciting the numbers even before he was finished talking.

My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

"What do you think y/n?"

"Huh?" You couldn't concentrate or even pay attention to what your manager was asking you.

"Don't bother, she is completely gone, texting her lover boy all day long"

That was true, since you meet Tom you two didn't stop texting and talking on the phone. He told you everything about his family, friends, his next projects, his dreams. You could listen to him talking all day, everything that came out of his mouth was so interesting. He thought the same about you, he wanted to know more about you, what were your fears, what was your favourite kind of ice cream, what were your pet peeves.

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

"Do you think he talks with other girls too?" You asked Austin. You always thought everything was too good to be true, surely a guy like Tom was keeping his options open.

"If he does I want to know how he can manage his time because the only thing that you two do all day is talking to each other. Why don't you ask him out already?"

"Asking out? Are you crazy? What if he says no?"

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

"Oh my god, can you send him the song already?" Ross, Austin and Cody were impatient to see how everything will turn out. They will be lying if they said there were not happy for you. They saw how happy you were and how glowing you became after meeting Tom, all they ever wanted was someone worthy of you, a good guy that treated you how you deserve and it was clear Tom was that someone.

So you did, you sent him the file attached with a little message saying how he inspired you to write that song.

When he didn't answer you started to panic, you thought you ruined everything, maybe Tom only saw you as a friend, maybe you read too much into it. Your friends were quick to remind you of the time difference.

Hours passed and there was not an answer. Feeling extremely heartbroken you decided to let it go, give him a few more hours and apologise for making him uncomfortable he didn't reply.

You decided to call it a night and go sleep hoping to wake up and never made that huge mistake.

Your sleep was cut short when you felt someone trying to wake you up.

"Wake up, wake up"

You opened your eyes not understanding what was going on, you were confused after waking up to Austin shaking you up.

"Someone is here waiting to see you, please be presentable" And with that, he left you more confused than before.

When you left your hotel room 5 minutes later, he was there. Tom was in front of your door, looking as handsome as ever.

"Sorry for not replying to your text but I thought that the only way to this was face to face" And before you knew it he was kissing you. "I took the first available flight from London to LA. It was enchanting to meet you"

[inkykeiji]

Dabi is totally the type to have you take random breaks in character to go get on rides with each other, potentially tugging a couple of kids along with you at times to have an excuse.

"You have wings short stack, better learn to use them." He will whisper against the spot behind your ear before getting on the rollercoasters.

He is supposed to be in a squishy huggable get up but finds it too hot. Instead he beat Hook's ass for his coat and hook. Left the wig cause he is not opposed to having long hair but a perm is pushing it. "Gotta make sure we match Miss Bell."

He looks like a villan enough to make most parents stop with chills, instinct kicking in that something is not right. Kids love it though, it is all a part of the magic for them and a bit of a thrill. When asked about his scars (cause kids will) he smirks and says it is from beating the crocodile and he has since made it into a bag to carry your pixie dust. It is one of the few times you see what he was probably like growing up as an older brother. He causes enough trouble to push to envelope but never to the point of truly being dangerous, atleast not that anyone looking directly can see. He will lift churros off of stands as an excuse to make a guest happy before shoving it in your mouth as he walks away.

Your manager is always on the edge of an aneurysm. He tries his best to set you up in different areas but Dabi somehow always makes it to where you end up together. The days where you run around causing chaos are always the busiest days and each time he thinks he has you both caught as the source of the problems Dabi smoothly inserts a lie and explanation that has him questioning his own sanity because it sounds so true. Dabi will always wink at you over this and agree with a "yeah whatever boss" when told to not do that again.

End of day he will slip his coat over your costume and sneak out a backdoor, insisting that you wear it home. "You have pixie dust doll face, hope it is enough to make me believe in Faries."

He rails you in it, on every surface he can think of and for hours on end, to the point you are a crying begging mess. You're not even sure what you are begging for, him to stop, him to keep going, for air even. It is all a blur of feelings and sensations that leaves you wondering if you are actually flying or not. He won't though, simply smirks and continues on. At one point he gets up just long enough to open the bedroom door.

"I was always taught that fairest grant wishes, let's see if Tinkerbell actually can." On the other side is Touya. Looks like tomorrow is a sick day.

Saw brain is being hard so here is happy brain juice ideas. Hope you feel better and you enjoy ideas that came up from your post of working at house of mouse together.

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OH MY SWEET, LOVELY, PRECIOUS RABBIT BB <333333333 I LOVED THIS SO MUCH, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3 this was so beautiful and fun and oh my gosh, i just love it so very much, i read it for days after you sent it in, oh thank you <3 i also LOVEEEEE how you added in touya at the end and made them the twins!!!! that was such a nice twist ahahaha <33

also thank you so very much for all of the happy brain juice you've been sending me throughout my hiatus!!! your messages always make me smile and i am so lucky to have you here <3 i love you lots and lots!!!!!! <33333

[citydreamgrls]

they were roommates - part nine (final)

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

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

an: hello :) this is the final chapter of they were roommates, and i am so happy that so many of you stuck with it and continued to support me throughout. it has taken a long time, so i can only apologise, but thank you everyone, you’ve been angels and i love you all <33333

words: 8,229

The sky was an unruly grey when Fred landed in the field, his mind too distracted to aim well enough, but still the burrow was in sight and the girl in his arms had a faint pulse. He would have run all the way from Romania if it meant there was a chance for her.

He sighed at the sight of a light on in the kitchen, too far away to make out who it was that moved around inside.

“Help!” He shouted, his voice raspy and raw. “Anyone! Help!”

A flash of long red hair sped past the window and opened the back door. Ginny gasped at the sight of her best friend sprawled across Fred’s two arms, her head bobbing with each slowing step he took closer.

“Oh god.” She whispered, seeing the crimson spreading over the ripped, white dress.

Her body didn’t kick into action until it truly hit her what had happened. The youngest Weasley cleared the way for her brother, watching intently as he kicked a clear path through the house.

George was on the sofa near the fire, his face illuminated yet showing little signs of life. Only the slow rise and fall of his chest settled Fred’s ever growing nerves.

“He’ll be fine, just needs to rest.” Ginny said with a low voice, rendered useless by the sight before her. “Is she-” “You need to help her.” Fred blurted out, kneeling at the girl’s side now that she was spread on the floor.

“What? I-I can’t Fred, you know-” “She’s been stabbed.” Ginny wondered whether he hadn’t heard her, whether her voice was too quiet. Because he set to work transfiguring the dining tablecloth into bandages and gauze.

“Who?” “That bastard Nott- now help me!” He was growing impatient, the immediate tasks running out as he realised he would need to step away from her very soon.

Ginny froze, tears welling up at the thought of her best friend in so much pain. Yet she looked so ethereal against the flames’ glow, in her beautiful dress. Nothing made sense.

“I need mum.” The girl told her brother.

“There isn’t enough time! Ginny, please.” The man was desperate. He couldn’t lose her, not because of this, not now.

“But I’ve never done anything like this, I wouldn’t know what to do without her!” She rambled, gulping down her sobs.

“Please.” Fred looked up with tear stained cheeks, the fear finally setting in. “I need her.”

Ginny nodded, taking careful steps towards her, and grabbed her wand tightly. She racked her brain for all the healing spells her mother had taught her, all of the times her brothers relied on her to heal their quidditch injuries before Molly would see them. It had to amount to something, she must have something that could help her friend.

“She needs you too.” Freddie whispered, only just heard above the intense roar of their fire. His hand rested on her shoulder lovingly, wanting to reassure the young witch all he could.

A small string of blue tied between Ginny’s wand and y/n’s body, her voice slow and gentle as she made sure her pronunciation was perfect. The girl’s chest rose as she got further through the chant, reaching higher and higher until it fell again.

The thud was jarring, making both Fred and his sister jump back slightly.

“Is she okay?” The man asked, reaching forward to feel for her pulse.

“I’m not sure,” Ginny gulped, frowning at the response that y/n had at her spell. “She shouldn’t have reacted to it at all.”

Fred turned his head, his fingers unmoving from the inside of her wrist. He needed to know that there was still a small sign of life behind this shell of a girl.

“What do you mean?”

As soon as the final syllable was uttered from the man, the girl’s body started shaking violently, uncontrollably. He tried to stop her, hold her down, anything to make it end. But she was having a bad reaction.

“Ginny! Stop it.”

The girl managed to whisper yet another spell to reign her in, the fitting ending, but the feeling of dread still very present in the warm room.

“She’s lost a lot of blood.” She explained. “Saw something like it when our seeker cracked his head open last year, she needs to go to a st.mungo's.”

“No. She won’t make it through another trip. Getting here took enough out of her.” Fred pleaded with his sister, adamant that she could save his love.

“Fine. Grab some medical supplies from mum’s cupboard. I’ll make a cut.” The redheaded girl held out her arm, fashioning a blade out of some scissors, and took a deep breath. Fred stopped her, alarm in his tone as he cried out.

“You can’t do it!” He snatched the scissors away from his sister. “You can’t help her if you’re unconscious. I’ll do it.”

He looked uneasy, his eyes switching between the blade that hovered over his own skin and the girl who laid with her eyes closed beside his resting brother. “Please Fred, I can’t have three unconscious bodies on my hands.” Ginny groaned, stuck with what to do.

“We don’t have a choice.”

The man took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was all worth it. All the fighting, the pain, the blade. All of it was worth it for the chance to be with her again.

“Oh god I can’t watch.” Ginny’s voice shook as she left the room, doing her best to ignore the way her brother winced every now and then. Instead she searched the burrow for supplies, piling them up in her arms to carry back.

When she returned, Fred had created a cut big enough to take the blood from. She set up a drip from the man, grimacing at the way the red liquid flowed slowly through the tube before her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re squeamish.” Fred chuckled lightly, sucking his teeth when the tube tugged at his fresh wound.

“It’s a little different from grazed knees.” She huffed, busying herself with healing charms and blood purifying spells.

“Though you did pop Ron’s shoulder back in place that one time.” The man was trying to distract himself from the situation.

He remembered the day so vividly. It was the summer before the twins’ last year at Hogwarts, not that they knew it, and everyone was enjoying a weekend without the parents. Hermione had been with them from the start, finally showing a little more interest in the people around her rather than her books.

She had been the smart one to refuse their quidditch game invitation, stating that it was too hot for any of them to be playing regardless. It was true, the sun had been shining down on them all week, but it was yet to stop them from flying round the surrounding fields.

Ginny was refereeing, giving points to Harry for doing absolutely fuck all, but none of them teased her too badly about it. Instead they teased Ron for squinting under the sun’s glare. One shout from Fred about it had caught him off guard, making their younger brother turn to face him, only to miss the flying bludger that knocked him clean off the broom.

The fall had been so bad that he hadn’t even cried out, just laid there with his eyes blinded by the sun in the sky above him. Of course they all rushed to his side, but Ginny had pushed them away, wasting no time with pleasantries and just pushed his shoulder into place once again. Like it was nothing.

Fred watched her work on y/n, realising why she hadn’t thrown herself into it the second they had arrived at the burrow. She meant too much to them, she was pure and perfect and undeserving of pain. Ginny knew that Ron would complain, but that ultimately he would survive the fall.

Here. She didn’t know. Neither of them did. And that fear lingered in the air as he had laid her down. Now she was just silent, moving carefully and checking her pulse every two minutes just to make sure.

After a few hours of Fred giving blood on and off, Ginny finally refused anymore from him, arguing that he would just end up passed out if he tried to give away even a single drop more.

“Y/n needs you awake.” She told her brother, finally taking a breath when she knew the girl was going to be okay after all.

“Thank you Gin… you were amazing.” He told her, sitting on the floor beside the sleeping girl, his back resting against the sofa were George snored lightly. His sister just nodded, washing her hands of the blood with a flick of her wand, doing all she could to relax herself now that it was over. “Hey,” George murmured from his slumber, waking slightly.

“You okay?” The young Weasley asked, leaning over him to feel his forehead.

“Come here lifesaver.” He grinned, grabbing his sister and trapping her against him until she agreed to just lay with him.

“Thanks mate.” Fred laughed, smiling up at the sight before fixing his gaze on the girl. He would never leave her again, this could never happen again.

After a while the pair behind him fell asleep, leaving him awake with his thoughts, none of them bright. But Fred did all he could to focus on her, on what was good in the world… on her.

-

Through a darkness that had plagued the girl’s mind ever since Crag hall, a sudden jolt of warmth encompassed her. The pain was still there, although much less prominent than she remembered, as she laid still.

It was mostly a blur. Images of Mr Nott’s memories lingered behind her eyes, flashing to the forefront whenever she tried to move. Was she even moving at all? All the girl could hear was the faint sound of clinking and hushed voices. None of which sounded like him, all she could hope was that wherever she was, Fred was safe.

When her eyes flicked open she was greeted with a ceiling, covered in beams, their wood reflecting small orange licks as the crackling of a fire filled her ears. She groaned, overwhelmed by the change of consciousness, suddenly hearing everything all at once.

The movement woke Fred, his arm slumped over her colder body protectively while they slept. He watched carefully, thinking that her open eyes were some sort of hopeful dream he was having. It was her quiet voice that broke his hazed spell.

“Freddie.”

The girl choked on her words, immediately groaning out as her stomach tensed and the wound pierced her once again. He sat up, quick to hold her close and begged some higher power to let him take her suffering.

“Everything okay?” She asked, after gulping down the glass of water that Fred had given her to coat her dry throat. All he could do was laugh. “What?” She asked, mirroring his smile with confusion.

“You’ve been laying like this for nearly two days, and that’s all you have to say.” He was in hysterics, finding the whole scene much more humorous than she.

“I don’t understand.” The girl frowned, moving to sit up… only to be met with the painful reminder of why she’d been passed out in the first place.

“Hey, be careful darling.” Fred held her still, waiting until the stinging passed by. She moved a little, testing her boundaries, before giving up and slumping against the man’s chest with a defeated sigh.

“Do you remember what happened y/n?” Fred asked, stroking her hair as she fixed her gaze on the fire before them. She could still hear the low voices in the background, most likely the rest of the family pottering in the kitchen.

“Is everyone-” She started, ignoring his previous question.

“They’re fine, George had a bump- but he’s back on his feet.” The girl nodded slowly, glad that she wasn’t the reason for any loss.

“Mr Nott- he… he -” “He stabbed you, darling… don’t you remember?” She did. If anything it was the only thing she knew to be true from that strange situation. It was his memories that seemed like a dream, like she had made it up just to see some humanity behind the cruelty.

“Uh- yes, I remember.” The girl was still wearing the white dress, most of it covered in dried up blood and tears. But Molly had covered her with a blanket when she’d seen her, scolding her children for not doing so before then. It was soft, and welcoming, it felt like home.

“I promise,” Fred leant his head on the top of hers, keeping his voice low. He wanted this moment to stay between them alone. “-that I will never let anything happen to you again, I should have never let you be alone.”

“It was an accident Freddie, there was no way anyone could have known.” She clung to his hand, hating that he blamed himself.

“That bastard- if I ever see him again, I’ll kill him.” Fred hissed, obviously distracted by the thought of Theo.

“Wasn’t he caught?” The girl asked.

“Got away before anyone could find him.” George’s voice greeted her like a well-deserved hug, but the bandages on his head froze her heart for a moment. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m all here.” He laughed wasily, knocking on the side of his head theatrically.

“If anything the fall knocked some sense into you.” Fred sneered, propping some more cushions up behind the girl so she could support herself a little better.

“Fred!” Molly shouted from the garden, her voice travelling through the open backdoor.

“I’ll be right back.” He told her, getting to his feet and nodding to his brother as he left the room. George would stay with her for now.

“Y’allright petal?” He asked, folding his arms as he stood over her.

“Gonna help me up?” She shrugged, rolling her eyes at how smug he looked.

“One moment, just taking in the few moments of superiority.” He teased, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Whatever makes you feel better- but as soon as I’m mobile, I’m taking you down.”

George chuckled and helped her up, stopping to let her catch her breath whenever the pain became too much. It was slow and clumsy, but it did the job and meant that the girl could enjoy the comfort of the Weasley’s sofa instead of the hard floor.

“Fred wouldn’t let anyone move you until you woke up.” He told her, letting her spread out her legs over his lap. “He was too scared we would make it worse.” The girl smiled at the man’s words, knowing that Freddie was just being overprotective.

“Has he told you about your parents yet?” George asked, making sure she was okay to stay upright by herself.

“They didn’t get away too, please say they didn’t.” Her face had dropped so quickly that the man beside her scrambled to reassure her with the truth.

“No, not at all. They were taken by aurors, Kingsley came himself to assess the scene.” “Minister Kingsley?” Her jaw dropped at the powerful wizard’s mention.

“He owes us a few favours, as a family.”

She just nodded, glad that the main threat had been dealt with.

But still, something was eating away at her.

“Where are the others?” She asked, her eyes watching the vague movement inside the kitchen.

“Dad isn’t back from work yet, Bill had to go too but he’ll no doubt stop by to make sure you’re still with us. It’s just Ron and Harry in there.”

“What about Ginny?” The grave look on the girl’s pale face didn’t go unnoticed.

“She’s fine… she’s sleeping right now.” George told her, a protective hand on her shoulder. “Hermione’s been watching her for a while.” Y/n just nodded.

“George… if I tell you something, will you promise not to mention it to Fred?”

“What? I-I mean… that really depends darling.” He sighed, knowing that if he could never truly promise that to her when it came to his brother.

“It’s about Mr Nott-” “Theo? What did he do to you?”

“Besides the big stab wound? Nothing really.” She laughed, that had been the only thing, hadn’t it?

“Sorry, go on.”

“Well, Mr- uh Theo. He sort of showed me some things- before he… he” The girl motioned to the hidden wound, struggling to find the right words to explain what she’d seen.

“What things?” George frowned, taking her hand in his. It had only just occurred to him that she’d been alone with the man for however long it had taken Fred to find her. Merlin knows what he could’ve submitted her to.

“I’m not keeping this from Fred for any bad reasons- I just don’t think he would understand.” She explained, playing with the ring George had started wearing on his pinky.

“But you need to tell someone, right?”

“Yeah. It’s just all a bit strange.”

So she, in hushed voices, told the man all that she had seen in Theo’s mind before he had lashed out at her. All the memories and the heartbreak of the dangerous man’s life that had plagued her mind when she whispered that fateful spell. The way he had crumbled under the pressure of his family’s reputation. All of it had driven him to this.

“How did you learn legilimency? I always presumed your parents taught you the basic stuff, you know, to keep you under control.” George asked, somewhat blindsided by all the information. He too began watching the back door in case Fred returned, finally understanding the girl’s need to keep it from his brother.

“I read up on it, one of the housemaids would let me test it on her in secret every now and then, but it took years of practice.” The woman had seen a lot in her time, yet most of her deepest secrets weren’t even hers to keep. So she had no qualms letting the young girl delve inside her mind. “Wow, I can imagine.” The man chuckled to himself lightly.

“I know I should hate him,” Y/n started, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Theo, that is. But I can’t help but feel sorry for him.”

“Darling, he nearly killed you. If it wasn’t for Ginny t-then we would have lost you.” He held her chin, turning it so she would look him in the eyes. His tears were small, but she saw them all the same.

“And I cannot be more grateful that he didn’t succeed. But I think there’s more to him- more to his pain. No one in their right mind would kidnap a bride.” Her argument was pretty solid, even George couldn’t ignore that.

The man sighed, leaning back, but still holding her hand close to him.

“Maybe you’re right.” He mused, eyes on the ceiling.

“He’s hurting. And he needs someone to tell him he’s worth his own life.”

“Fred would hate that. He wants to kill the man.” George scoffed, eyeing his brother’s ginger hair as it flashed by the kitchen window.

“That’s why I can never tell him… he wouldn’t see my thought process.”

“Yep. Keep this one to yourself darling, our secret.” The man winked, getting up when Fred came back into the living room.

He grinned at them both, digging both hands into his jeans pockets.

“So… what have you two been chatting about?” He asked, glad to see his girlfriend had her perfect smile back.

“Cats.”

“Dogs.” They both said in unison, a look of shock overcoming them when they realised how in tune they both were.

“Huh?” Fred frowned, carefully watching them both.

“We were thinking of getting a pet. I want a cat, y/n wants a dog.” George quickly came up with, giving himself a mental pat on the back for it.

“Looks like you’re the deciding vote Freddie.” The girl giggled.

Fred shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why not both?” He smirked and walked off to the kitchen to grab them all something to eat.

“Oh thanks a lot.” George complained.

“You’re the one who actually said we were gonna get one.” “Yeah well now we have both.”  The man whined.

-

The both of them bickered over their problem for another hour or so until Ginny came down to break up the pet party. She hogged the girl for the rest of the night, refusing to move from beside her, even growling at Fred when he came too near.

“She was always like this.” Molly laughed quietly, watching the two girls as they slept in each other's arms on the sofa. Arthur was at her side, his head leant on hers as they looked at the scene before them.

The twins were passed out on the floor, Hermione slumped by the fire at their feet. But best of all, Harry and Ron were on the other sofa, them too in each other’s arms in oblivious bliss.

“Shall I dig out that muggle camera darling?” Arthur asked eagerly.

“I think so. It’s best they remember the better things amongst the darkness eh?”

-

The shop was empty now, and not having been open for the past couple of days hadn’t stopped people from visiting each morning just in case. But after the third day, both twins decided that they couldn’t afford to put it off much longer.

“Now are you sure you’ll be okay?” Ginny frowned at her best friend who was wearing a borrowed outfit of Hermione’s. The redhead knew she recognised the jeans from somewhere, but was struggling to place it all together in her head.

Y/n just nodded, yet again assuring the youngest Weasley that she could make the quick floo trip back to the loft.

“As much as I would love to stay, I fear that I will become part sofa if you force me to spend much longer on it.” The girl teased, throwing what little belongings she had been brought into a backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.

“But what if it makes your cut worse? The magic could tear open your side!” She tried to tell her, following her as she made her way slowly down the burrow’s stairs.

“Then you can come save me again Ginny.” The girl smiled, taking a small breather on the last landing before setting off again.

Fred and George stood in the kitchen, patiently awaiting her arrival while also fighting over the last piece of toast. Molly just rolled her eyes at the sons, knowing that trying to defuse them would only turn their attention onto her. But she lit up at the sight of y/n on her feet.

“Oh boys! Don’t just stand there, help her won’t you!” She cried out, seeing the way the girl gripped onto passing furniture for balance.

“Already tried to-” George started, crossing his arms and watching her.

“She won’t let us help her at all.” Fred explained, proud that she was getting better, even if he did just want to carry her home. It would put his mind at ease at least.

“I need to build some strength as it is, but thank you Mrs Weasley.” Y/n spoke when she reached the small group, her voice slightly raspy as she caught her breath again.

“Nonsense dear, we needed you here to keep you safe.” She wrapped a loving arm around the girl, proudly gazing over the two sons who had been the reason she was in their family at all. “Wouldn’t have had it any other way.” She whispered, giving her one last hug before letting her hobble over to the fireplace with the twins.

“Ready?” Fred asked.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed home.” She smiled up at him, taking floo powder in one hand and his in the other. The boys were her home, that was obvious from the start.

-

“I told you, Freddie, I don’t need anything.” The man had been showering her with gifts all day, with the idea that it would keep her in bed until she was strong enough to walk around on her own. But he had already found her around the loft on three separate occasions, and each time he had marched her right back to bed with a small lecture about her health.

Now he stood in the doorway to their bedroom with a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers, the grin on his face the best gift of all.

“I just want to make you feel better, I hate leaving you up here all day.” He whined, pulling back the covers and slipping inside with her. He smelt like the little fireworks that were always whizzing around the shop when she nuzzled her face against his side.

“I wish I didn’t have to work, but it’s surprisingly hard work with just the two of us again.” He carried on, opening the bottle and taking a long gulp.

“See, I do more than you think.”

“Keep it up and you’ll be promoted to chief asskicker.” He sniggered, pouting when she snatched the alcohol from him for herself.

“Just you wait. As soon as I can make it down to the shop, I’ll be wearing my heaviest shoes for that job.” She winked, settling against him with a happy sigh.

Now it was bliss. No more problems, her parents were well out of the picture now that they’d been arrested by aurors with the men who had held her hostage. And as much as Fred complained about his whereabouts, the girl had an inkling that she needn’t worry about Theodore Nott coming to cause more chaos.

She had Fred. She had George. She had her own family, her own home. The girl had all she had longed for while living under her parents’ fucked up rules. Back then she didn’t know better, but now it was so much more different.

Now she could enjoy things without feeling guilty, and she could smile and really mean it.

-

The first day that y/n seemed her normal self again was a joyous one. The summer heat was hitting them all inside the stuffy shop, and hoards of kids just kept coming in now that they were on holiday. But the sight of her face when she bounded down the stairs behind them was a breath of fresh air to the two men.

The girl was wearing the white dress she’d worn on her date to Bill, styled down with her light cardigan and some sandals. It was almost recognisable to her boyfriend, who had been filled with jealousy knowing that the beautiful dress had been for someone else.

Now. It filled him with something else, that he felt guilty to admit… even to himself.

“Morning you two.” She beamed, slumping an arm over both of their shoulders.

“You seem happy?” Fred smirked, eyeing her up and down.

“Oi, eyes up here.” She teased, her attention falling on him when George left to serve a customer.

“I like this.” He spoke lowly, his head dipping down to her ear as his fingers played with the frilled skirt. Fred didn’t try to defend the way he stared.

The girl blushed beneath his gaze, feeling how badly he wanted her just by the way he stood beside her in silence. The usually chatty man was stunned to silence by the amount of dirty thoughts running through his mind, glaring down any cocky teenager who lingered around her for too long.

Since the incident he had been too scared to push her, constantly worried that he would only hurt her more if they took things too far. The girl’s whines about it hadn’t made things easier for him either.

But now she was fine… and he had waited far too long to ignore the growing desires that were currently travelling south.

Y/n saw Fred disappear to her old bedroom, the twins’ now office, as she rang up another customer’s basket. She had to admit, it felt good to have an affect on him after he had insisted on babying her all this time.

-

“Is he still in there?” George asked at the end of the day, nodding his head over to the small office, it’s light poking through the closed blinds on the door.

“Ever since this morning,” She still smiled, despite the other twins' confusion.

“What do you know?” He frowned to her, stealing the broom from between her hands so she couldn’t have an excuse to avoid him.

“Oh. Nothing.” She said, her smirk still plastered across her smug face.

“Spill it.” He hissed, following her as she tidied up some stray shelves.

“I’m not sure you would want to know.” The girl teased, tossing a gaze over her shoulder.

“You minx!” George squealed, the sound a stark contrast to his usually intimidating size.

“What?” “Has he been wanking in there?” His voice was low, but he looked like he’d hit the jackpot.

“Ew! I hope not…” She trailed out, surprised that she’d spoken her thoughts aloud so easily.

George pushed the broom against her chest, letting it fall as he began walking away.

“What?” She called after him.

“Please! For the love of merlin… don’t be longer than an hour.” George huffed, having quickly deduced the reason for his brother’s absence.

“Where are you going?” The girl laughed, the man always was one for theatrics.

“Anywhere but here,” He turned and gave her one last look. “Now don’t waste that time.” He grimaced at his own words but left with a crack of his wand, disappearing into thin air.

The girl did as she was told and threw the broom back into it’s cupboard, getting rid of the cardigan she’d worn over her dress so that Fred could get a better look at her.

She knocked on the office door, doing her best to hide her smile when Fred called out.

“Yes?”

“Mr Weasley?” She poked her head round the door innocently, batting her eyelashes at the man. “I believe I’m your five o’clock appointment.” Her voice was thick and drawled out, like honey.

He smirked at her little act, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and loosening his tie now that they were finally alone.

“Hope I haven’t filled up your evening.” He asked, watching her whole body as she stalked around the dimly lit room, stopping to run her fingers over some books he’d put on display.

“Not yet you haven’t.” She spoke quietly to herself, turning back to the man with her tongue running over her lips.

The girl couldn’t help but drool over the sight of him, his broad shoulders stretched against his white shirt, his top buttons forgotten in the heat and his hair pushed back by his long fingers. She had missed those fingers.

“Are you busy?” She asked, slowly making her way closer to him.

“Swamped.” He lied, eyes fixated on her golden legs as they neared.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Mmmm plenty.” He moaned lightly when she placed her hands somewhat forcefully on his tense shoulders, her little breaths flowing onto his neck as she got closer.

“Then let me help you… sir.” He groaned out, unable to stop the way his body reacted to her calling him that. Her smile was almost audible as she spoke, watching his every move as she tortured him slowly. “You’ve been hiding from me, haven’t you?”

“Maybe… but I had my reasons.”

The man lifted his head up, leaning further back into the chair and letting her sit on the desk in front of him. She crossed her legs teasingly, clenching her thighs as his eyes roamed over her.

“What reasons then?” Her eyes were like a predator’s, looking at him like she would eat him up in one bite.

“Well… for starters you-”

“Me?” she fake gasped.

“Yes, you.”

“Whatever could I have done to make you hide away all day.”

His face went dark, a large hand reaching out onto one of the girl’s thighs. She gasped for real this time, biting down on her lip to suppress it as best she could. But he was out for blood tonight, running his fingers further up until she held her breath. Then he dug his nails in, making her wince, just to push her legs apart before him with a satisfied sigh from both of them.

As he spoke, his fingers toyed with her panties, running the pads of each digit over the material and watching her struggle to listen to him.

“I had no choice but to come in here… especially once I saw you.” He started explaining, his teasing slow. “Being around you, in that dress, with so many people watching. It was dangerous.”

Her breathing was getting quicker as he played around with the fabric of her thong, pulling at it every now and then to see the way she writhed under his touch.

“The things I’ve been picturing in my head all day… they’re filthy darling.” He hissed, barely moving from his seat as he gazed up at her desperate eyes. “That dress does things for me, and it was getting hard to be around you with such a hard-on.” Fred said bluntly, not caring to dance around the subject.

“Do you want to know those things y/n?” He asked, pushing the chair away with a screech as he stood to face her head on, still gripping the material that pressed against her dripping cunt.

“Yes.” She breathed out, her chest rising with each movement he made. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Again.” “Yes… sir.” “Good girl.” He cooed, ripping her thong with one harsh tug.

The moan she let out was beautiful to hear, amazed that he was willing to do anything to have her for himself. She loved this side of Fred, the side that let go and gave her his all. The one that fucked her until she limped around the loft all day afterwards.

The man’s finger toyed at her entrance, feeling the wetness that had pooled just at his explicit words. It was about to get even wetter, he thought.

“I wanted to lift that pretty little skirt up, right there behind the counter-” She was already whimpering beneath him. “-where anyone could walk by and catch us. I wanted to bend you over and push my cock deep inside your pussy… until you could taste it.” She whined aloud, crumbling beneath his touch as he delved that one finger deep inside her.

It was bitter sweet, such a sense of relief at finally feeling him inside her again, but she craved more of him… all of him.

“Please s-sir.” The girl begged, locking eyes with him as he smirked down at her.

“You want more, baby?” He asked, and she nodded impatiently. “How badly?”

“I’ve been dreaming of you… I-I was getting really desperate.”

“You’ve been a good girl, waiting this long, I suppose you deserve a treat.” He grinned again, revelling as she widened her eyes when he dropped to his knees, both of his hands prizing her thighs apart with great force.

“Freddie?” She asked, gulping at the kisses he placed up her legs. But the man gave her no response. “Sir?”

Instead he let his tongue run along her slit, pushing deeper when she physically jolted at the contact.

“Hmm?” He hummed, sending a ripple of vibrations through her… the moans she made were to die for.

“It’s s-so… so.”

“So what?” He asked, pulling his head away for less than a second before he dived back in, entranced by the taste of her dripping core. His constant groans of pleasure made it clear that he wasn’t giving it up until she’d come at least three times.

“Ah!” She cried out, pulling on his hair to find some balance. The man just groaned deeper, pushing her closer and closer to her edge. “It’s so good!” Her head was thrown back in carnal desire, her tits pressed to the sky as she arched her back.

Fred’s deep eyes gazed up, beyond pleased with the sight before him.

“You taste divine.” He didn’t let up on the pleasure, pushing two fingers inside her pussy as his tongue continued to lap up the juices that threatened to fall from between her thighs.

The girl screamed as her core tightened up into a bundle of nerves, fit to burst. Her fingers gripped tighter on the man’s hair, pushing him closer into her cunt as she uncontrollably thrust herself against him, chasing her high.

He could have cum right on the spot when he felt the wave against his face, her screams enough to tell him that she had never felt this good before. But he had many more plans for her, most of them needing him to be rock hard, so he did all he could to hold back.

The juices dripped from his chin as he looked up at her, slumped against the desk in blissful defeat.

“You’re not done.” He growled, grabbing her body and pulling against his own. She melted beneath his touch, already climbing the high again just as he kissed her neck, leaving little bites behind as he replayed the squirts of her pussy in his mind.

“I want it sir.” The girl begged, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I bet you do.” He drawled, his voice thick and hypnotic.

“P-please,”

Fred leant back, letting go of her and smirking when she whined out. He watched her intently as he undid his trousers, taking his time on the belt so she would be even less patient with him. He wanted her wound up for him.

The man’s cock was huge, that she already knew, but somehow it still made her gasp on sight. Just the idea that in a few moments he would be sliding it deep inside her made the girl pant out in desire.

Fred just smirked, holding his girth in one large hand. The tip slid against her folds, dragging across where she whined out for him to plunge into. But he wanted her to go crazy for it.

The girl wasn’t far off it, her legs desperately wrapping round his body in an attempt to drag him closer, but the man was much stronger than she. He chuckled lowly.

“Talk to me… if you really want it.”

“You know I want it.” Y/n moaned out, throwing her head back as he poked the tip against her one more time, pressing further inside just to stretch her, only to take it all away again.

He leant across the desk, taking her head in his hands, and brought the girl up to face him. Her body pressed against his half open shirt, skin crawling as she longed for him to pound into her like he had done before she’d been hurt. It felt like years since then.

Fred pressed kisses onto her neck again, trailing up to her ear, just for him to whisper seductively.

“Who do you belong to?” “You… freddie.” Then she smiled sweetly, meeting eyes with the man who held her at his will.

That smile fell as soon as he pushed his cock all the way inside her, the tension building within her finally releasing now that she had what she wanted.

“Good answer,” He groaned out, making sure she felt him right up to the hilt before he began relentlessly thrusting in and out.

The sounds were loud, and filthy, and drove the pair mad as they moaned out for each other. Y/n gripped onto him, needing to be held down as she writhed beneath the man.

Fred was chasing even more as he fucked her, desperate to make her clench over and over just to feel the restricting tightness of her pussy. It was insatiable.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” He asked her, his pace unstoppable as he held her shoulders down, flexing his arms deliciously in the process.

The girl just nodded up at him, her eyes still as innocent as ever.

“Then turn around… on your knees.” He held a hand to her throat, almost inspecting the hickeys strewn across her skin.

She obliged, giving up the full feeling for only a few moments before Fred settled himself behind her, lining up his cock and gaining an ever deeper thrust now that she was bent over for him.

“Good girl.” He groaned out between moans, struggling to hold on at this angle. The girl was just so fucking tight.

“Freddie, I-I’m gonna cum!” She screamed out, her fingers gripping at the desk’s edge as it shook beneath them. Fred saw it as a challenge, if he were to break that table just from the sheer act of fucking his girlfriend on it, that would be his life fulfilled.

It took a few harsh smacks to the girl’s ass to get her even tighter, tight enough that Fred was growling out and pushing to his absolute limit within her. The girl screamed, no doubt loud enough that even people in the leaky would be concerned.

But the man just grinned, seeing it as a perfect accomplishment as he bottomed out with a deep groan, his cum spurting inside her pussy and squeezing out when he slowed to a stop.

He had all but forgotten the challenge to break the desk until he lifted the girl off it to sit in his lap, and it groaned before them. She looked at him with wide eyes, scared that he would be mad when it seemed to slope to one side, but Fred was already chuckling to himself.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled.

“Never, ever apologise… that w-was… oh fuck.” He leaned his head all the back off the chair, rubbing her thighs mindlessly. He was beyond dazed.

That was it. His life couldn’t get much better.

-

The sun shone down over the sand, warming everyone’s skin as they touched it. It had been a last minute decision to go, one sunny friday afternoon. The boys had closed up the shop early, urging the girl to pack a bag for the cove.

Ginny and Harry had dropped everything to join them, telling Hermione that she needed a break just this once. No one did figure out how Ron knew they were there, playing by the water like a big family, he had just turned up unannounced with a few crates of beer.

The group had shared a guilty look when they realised the youngest brother had been forgotten amongst their spontaneous excitement, Hermione most of all, who expected to never hear the end of it from her needy fiance.

But maybe it was the good weather that made him forget it after a moment, quick to charm the beers so they kept cool throughout the afternoon.

The sun had begun to set, the water glistening in it’s last few moments of light, the two couples playing in the water together like the kids they had never been.

Freddie propped himself up against a tree trunk, stroking y/n’s hair as she splayed it out across his lap, her face pointing up to the leaves above. Her book had been long forgotten, the idea of a nap amongst the soft background noise much more appealing.

The man looked over at George, who was of course drunk and half-asleep on the sand, sporting a sunburn in the shape of his sunglasses. He was mumbling to himself, something about quidditch and food, and of course all the girls he’d dated back at Hogwarts.

The girl in Fred’s lap stirred, facing him with a sleepy squint.

“You alright?” He asked, his fingers toying around with the t-shirt she wore.

“Of course.” The faint sound of Ginny falling into the cove’s water echoed around them.

It was truly something special, having the people they loved in their own little haven. On the little jetty sat Bill and Fleur, a girl he had met a couple days prior. Y/n had insisted that he bring her, telling the man that any woman would appreciate such a gracious invite.

Turns out, Bill not beating around the bush with her had paid off, and they sat together with joined hands, watching the sunset in their little bubble.

“He’s happy with her.” Y/n told her boyfriend, smiling at them.

“I’m glad, he deserves it.”

Fred looked down, seeing her eyes shine back up at him. He had fought for her all this time, and it would never fail to amaze him just how lucky he was to even get that chance. He had her, that was all that would ever matter.

“Never leave me.” He smiled, cupping her face with his hands.

“You could never make me go.”

“He did, they did.” The man dropped at the memory, sick of his mind telling him how he could have prevented him.

“Theo Nott will never hurt me again, I promise that.” She smiled, holding him close.

“How can you now, for sure? Aren’t you worried about him… coming back for you?”

“Something tells me he’s off somewhere, entertaining other options.”

Those words of hers hadn’t made much sense to Fred, but then again why would it, Y/n had vowed never to show him the letter. He would never understand the way she did, but she didn’t need him to.

-

Dear y/n,

I hope that this reaches you before anyone else finds it, as I believe that it would be burnt on arrival. Not that I should blame whomever would do so, I cannot imagine you are thrilled to be hearing from me at all.

But I needed to tell you this, I wanted you to know that you were right. I tried for months to hate you, to damn your name for going into my mind and seeing the past, but the hate got me nowhere. I was a mildly troubled teenager and I let myself spiral into a damaged man, however, I hope you will be pleased to learn that I am doing all I can to reform myself.

I hope that from looking into my mind you will somewhat understand my pain, and know that it is not something I can fix at the drop of a hat. So I moved away from anything that reminded me of her, of who I was, of the man that I never wanted to be.

Now I’m living in Italy, alone, doing my best to enjoy life just one day at a time. I am blessed to have such a chance to do so. But I can thank only you for that.

You told me to find someone who loves me, and I remembered your words ever since I left you there. I had an insider keep tracks on you for a while, purely to make sure you are okay.

I would have never forgiven myself if you had not survived, but even now I have difficulty looking in the mirror at myself knowing what I did to you. I try not to dwell on what I may have done if things had gone my way.

Words will never express how sorry I am, but I promise you I will never grace you or any of your family with my presence again. That is all I can do to hope that you live without fear.

I have someone here for me, a woman whom I am beginning to fall in love with, so I presume I will unlikely leave this country again unless she is at my side. I assure you she is already making me a better man than I ever could have done alone.

But you are truly to thank.

So, thank you… and forever sorry.

Theodore Nott

-

The girl’s eyes were so bright as she smiled, and Freddie melted beneath it… her angel smile. She was more than he could have asked for. He was her rock, the man who had helped her live a free life.

As the sun disappeared behind the surrounding forest, the small group in the water waded out onto the sand, collapsing in defeat and chatting quietly. George woke from his sleep, a miracle quite honestly, and stumbled over to them to light a fire with his wand.

The shrieks were enough to alert Bill and Fleur, only for a brief second, as the other twin narrowly missed lighting Harry’s hair on fire. He mumbled an apology, his grin just as wide as ever, and slumped down in between them.

Y/n snuggled into Fred’s side, watching them all smile and drink together. They were her family, he was her family. She had never realised how much she needed family until she met them, now she understood just how important they all were to her.

The twins had been her saviours when she had nowhere else to go, and she would be forever grateful. The girl thought over Theo’s words, glad that he had found solace within himself just as she had with Fred.

They were roommates, but now they were so much more.

-

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1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Unsurprisingly, it was for Naruto and Sasuke/Naruto. You can still read it in all its glory, even on ao3 lmao. Might be hard to believe but that fic (Unsuspicious title, don't ask why it's called that I have no explanations) is really the absolute first thing I wrote that counts as a fanfic. I didn't write about other people's fictional characters before that. I didn't really write much outside of school at all, not sure how I lived my life tbh...

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I answered earlier that I want to write a horse rider au at some point, but what I'd also like is to write a real enemies to lovers fic. Like, actual enemies. But it might be too angsty, so who knows if I'll ever make it lol.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Aah you guys really want that commentary don't you... maybe one day I'll release a version of tswm with director's commentary for the whole thing hahahahaha (jk I'd never have time to do that)

But alright, I'm gonna take the opportunity to comment on another scene in tswm that I definitely this deserves it, it's the reunion scene between Naruto and Sasuke in chapter 49! I hesitated to pick this one bc it's so long and emotional, and also I don't want to add any accidental spoilers... but oh well. Here we go!

[My comments will be in bold text, this starts almost at the beginning of the chapter, right when Sasuke meets Naruto in Kaguya's place.]

He reached out with a hand, the bright light reflecting in the half-moon in his palm. It glowed, and just like that, his hand wrapped around another’s.

Naruto.

He sucked in a breath, lungs desperate for air. Naruto stood before him, chest heaving, hand clutching Sasuke’s so hard he feared it might break.

Their shared beat rang loud in his ears, eyes wide as they drank each other in. The darkness had given way to white, fuzzy light, their bodies floating, suspended in air.

“Sasuke,” Naruto whispered, as if afraid to drown out the sound of their connection.

Honestly, I tried my best to make it as painful as possible. That's all I wanted lol. At first I had no idea how to write this scene, but then I just got a feeling and tried to write it in words.

There was no hiding in this place. It was similar to that strange place that seemed to exist between them when they fought, blows connecting, hearts open. Between one breath and the next, it would be gone, their shared hearts lingering long after.

Nothing more poetic than that special place Kishimoto created for them when they exchange blows... extremely gay.

Here, there was only the two of them, the heat of their bodies as Naruto reached for his face.

“Am I dreaming?” Naruto wondered, fingers stroking along Sasuke’s cheekbone. “You look so real…”

They sank down, slowly, until their feet touched solid white. He shivered, the tips of Naruto’s fingers touching his chin, his mouth.

“It could be a dream,” Sasuke said quietly, exhaling as Naruto came closer.

“I can feel your heart,” Naruto murmured, his forehead coming to rest against Sasuke’s temple. “I missed you so much.”

Images flashed before Sasuke’s eyes, impressions of the world from Naruto’s perspective. Menma as the kyuubi. Kakashi, entering through a window. Iruka, hand gentle as he reached over the table.

Sakura, pain drawing her face tight. A mountain of paperwork. Snippets of conversation. The overwhelming pain of loneliness, like walls closing in on him.

He puzzled together enough pieces to make sense of the days since they separated.

Must be convenient to just read each other's minds... I should stop making fun of my own writing. But anyway, I felt very clever when I realized I could skip explanations between them and just let them see each other's memories of the past few days. I think it fits that they could see it through the other person's eyes, all the emotions too. Especially how painful it was for Naruto and how much he was trying to keep it together in front of his friends, and still failing. It gives Sasuke a better understanding of what would have happened if he'd decided to leave after one year passed (and I'm still bitter at Kishimoto for doing that in canon.)

“Naruto,” he sighed, lifting a hand to sift through soft strands of hair, closing his eyes as Naruto pressed into him.

Hearts bared, he felt Naruto’s desperate longing as his own. It mirrored his own pain, the aching emptiness filling his chest. Little by little, the cold was pushed away by warmth, Naruto’s mouth touching his cheek, his jaw, his throat. It burned against his skin, each point of contact erupting into tendrils of heat that seeped into his body.

“I didn’t know what to do,” Naruto confessed, lips shaping the words onto Sasuke’s throat. “I couldn’t go back to you, I-“

Sasuke turned his head, capturing his mouth. The words were lost between their lips, swallowed by the sudden surge of need. Naruto’s arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him in place. A fever caught him, leaving him dizzy and faint. He felt emotions between them like a physical caress, like they swirled in and out of their bodies, like a strong wind playing with fallen leaves.

Pain. Longing. Fear.

Happiness. Comfort. Love.

Naruto kissed him like he’d die if they stopped. He might, for all Sasuke knew.

Don't mind me, I was just crying buckets as I wrote this.

Their hands were still clasped tight, their palms pressed together, keeping their marks in contact. Teeth dug into his lower lip, but he could barely feel the pain over the onslaught of emotion. It was overwhelming, to share Naruto’s heart so fully. Was this how Naruto had felt, when Sasuke had touched him by accident? When Sasuke had shared too much of himself, and Naruto had been unable to give him the same in return.

I think it actually wasn't as overwhelming for Naruto when Sasuke accidentally touched him. This place that Kaguya controls just amplifies things a lot.

No such restraints now.

Their souls were on fire, like chakra flames billowing around their bodies. It was too much to make sense of, and yet it felt as if they’d always been this close, always been one and the same. Naruto fit inside him like a key, like Sasuke was now unlocked, his body no longer keeping him prisoner.

“Naruto,” he breathed out, over and over again, every nerve ending alight as they held each other.

I was listening to this song called Heat Up by Giant Rooks as I wrote this (that's where the chapter title comes from and honestly the lyrics are just *chef's kiss*) and I really tried to use as much metaphor as I could, idk if that makes it sound boring haha but for once I was definitely thinking very hard about every single sentence. And I tried to make it as "alive" as I could, so you'd feel it rather than have it described to you.

An eternity later they calmed down, mouths sliding lazily over each other, heartbeats finally finding their shared rhythm. Their foreheads pressed together, Sasuke’s eyes fluttering open to meet deep blue, their usual strength faded into self-doubt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, running his fingers through Naruto’s hair, thumb tracing the shell of his ear. “Don’t hide from me, not here.”

Aww look at Sasuke, so in tune with his emotions. He really is an all or nothing kind of guy. If they already share everything in this place, there's no point in having secrets. Besides, his worst fear is Naruto losing confidence because of something he said or did.

Naruto let out a sharp breath, lifting their clasped hands between their chests.

“I missed you,” he said again, eyes closing in pain. “I’m so happy you’ve been okay.”

So much pain. Sasuke struggled to make sense of it, so much of it reflected inwards, towards Naruto himself. He could understand the longing, the absence of him like a gaping hole. It mirrored his own pain, pain he’d locked inside his heart within a steel cage. It flowed freely now, wrapping around Naruto’s in recognition.

But the rest… Naruto let out a sob, and yet he was smiling. Sasuke pressed another kiss to his lips, unsure of what to say.

I know Naruto did that whole waterfall thing where he embraced his evil side and totally let go of all his negative energy... But you can't tell me he's 100% okay and only happy and never feels pain. When will Konoha start offering therapy... Jokes aside, at this moment in time Naruto is so conflicted. The whole time he's been worried about Sasuke leaving him, and telling himself that Sasuke would be happier in the other dimension, and that logically he should let Sasuke stay, but he absolutely doesn't want Sasuke to leave him. It's the most selfish thing he's ever felt, I think, this need to have Sasuke by his side. And he's got so much on his shoulders, just piling up, everyone relying on him to somehow magically fix the world. And he's afraid of failing, of acknowledging to himself that there are parts of him that aren't ready to shoulder this burden, that he's still hurting, that there's still a part of him that could have become like Menma. He's supposed to be completely selfless but he isn't, and he thinks of that as a character flaw, a personal failure. And that's kind of where his resolution to not become hokage comes from. Because he doesn't think he can remove this selfish parts of him, and so maybe he should embrace them instead.

“Sasuke, it’s so strange…” Naruto started, his words slow, carefully chosen. “You understand Charasuke so well, but Menma… I can’t accept him. And now I realize, he shows the ugliest parts of me. The parts that I’m afraid of.”

They both leaned back a little, to see each other’s faces. Light played over Naruto’s features, blurring him at the edges. Sasuke cupped his cheek, tilting his chin up so that their eyes met. Now that he knew what to look for, he could feel Naruto’s fear.

“It’s always there,” Naruto confessed, raw honesty in his voice. “The fear of losing you. The fear of not being strong enough. The fear of becoming hokage, and failing.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, to reassure him, but Naruto shook his head quickly.

Sasuke, on the other hand, he never held himself up to be a good person. He's well aware that he has weaknesses, that he's putting up walls so he won't have to deal with emotions and stuff. But he does believe (a bit blindly) in Naruto, I think. Even though he thinks Naruto won't succeed, it's not because of anything that Naruto does or fails to do. He thinks it's because the world won't follow him, that Konoha isn't capable of change. But he never thought that Naruto would actually give up or have these kinds of doubts.

“Let me say this. I didn’t understand it at first. Menma always rubbed me the wrong way. I know you don’t like him either, but for me… It’s like looking at myself and knowing I gave up.”

He drew in a deep breath, his fingers trembling around Sasuke’s.

“And now, here, I can’t avoid that fear. Because all of it… all of it is for you, Sasuke.” He swallowed, and through the fear, Sasuke saw his determination. “You asked me, if there’s any room in my head for anyone but you. And there isn’t.”

Naruto's brain is 99% Sasuke and 1% ramen, that's just fact. That aside, this might be one of my favorite quotes in the fic.

Frowning, Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek to stay silent. Naruto was working up to something, he could tell, and part of him couldn’t help but think it would end the two of them.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Naruto said, drawing the pad of his thumb over Sasuke’s eyebrow, the touch equal parts reassuring and painful. “I can hear your thoughts, you know. Do you really believe that I would choose anything else over you?”

A lie caught on Sasuke’s tongue. He didn’t want to believe it, but what place did he have by Naruto’s side? How could he be all that Naruto wanted him, needed him, to be? How could he be someone that others would accept walking by his side?

Oh, Sasuke. Always so ready for Naruto to cast him aside. He doesn't want to stand in the way of Naruto's dreams *wipes tear*

“I don’t believe that you would want to,” he replied, eventually. “But maybe you should.”

They stood for a long time, looking at each other. Sasuke felt torn in two directions. He wanted to tell Naruto to never leave him. He wanted to say that he’d accept anything. That he’d remove himself from Naruto’s presence to make the choice for him. That he couldn’t, wouldn’t, stand between Naruto and his dreams.

That he’d known, all along, that the other dimension was only a dream. An impossibility. That he accepted this, and wouldn’t resent Naruto for choosing the village over him.

I think the difference between Naruto and Sasuke here, is that even though they both think the other should maybe leave them for better things, Naruto is much less ready to actually give Sasuke up. Sasuke is more of the martyr type lol.

“You deserve me,” Naruto said, voice dark with conviction. “Don’t you dare think otherwise. Don’t you understand? If you saw what I’ve been doing the past days…”

Naruto lifted their joined hands higher, shifted his grip until he held Sasuke’s palm open in front of himself.

“I thought only of you. I cared only about you. What good is the village to me, if you’re not there?”

His heart felt too heavy in his chest. Naruto’s words rang through his ears, the implication behind them ensnaring his heart until Naruto held it in his hand, too.

“I don’t want any of it, if you’re not with me.”

Sasuke lowered his eyes. He couldn’t allow himself to give in. He’d already given so much, and although he knew that Naruto would have this, too, it was too much in this moment.

“Sasuke… When are you going to recognize that you’re a good person? That even if our relationship hadn’t changed like this, I’d still need you beside me?”

I wanted to write this part so badly... To make Naruto tell Sasuke that he's a good person. That Naruto thinks so, at least. It's one of the first things I thought of for this scene. Not that Sasuke agrees haha.

“Me, a good person?” Sasuke raised his eyebrows, meeting Naruto’s gaze again. He recognized the stubborn glint in Naruto’s eyes, and sighed. “Even if that was true, you’re smart enough to know it’s not enough.”

Slowly, Naruto pulled his hand closer, his grip turning gentle. Sasuke caught himself holding his breath, as Naruto’s lips connected with the mark on his palm.

“You still don’t understand,” Naruto murmured, the movement of his lips tickling Sasuke’s skin. “The past few days, what have you been doing? Caring for the children, when I wasn’t there to do it. Putting Charasuke before yourself, comforting him in the ways he needed you to. Holding yourself together. Trusting me to come back.”

This is where we acknowledge exactly how much Sasuke has changed. Naruto spent the days apart thinking only of Sasuke, even to the point where he was neglecting his friends and duties. Sasuke, on the other hand, stepped up to fill the role he thought Naruto left behind, hiding his pain behind helping others. Ultimately trusting Naruto to hold his promise to come back. Also, I just want them to be soft with each other T_T

Staring at him, Sasuke’s breath caught in his chest at the swell of pride Naruto felt for him. Was it true, that he had changed so much? In Naruto’s eyes, he had. It was startling, to realize how Naruto thought of him. But Naruto had changed too, he thought. They had grown closer, in a way he didn’t think they could have in their own Konoha.

“I think Charasuke is a bit like you,” Sasuke said, lips twitching upwards at Naruto’s affronted look. “He needs physical comfort. I don’t mind giving it to you, and I guess I don’t mind giving it to him either. You both tend to do whatever you feel like, anyway.”

“You used to mind.” Naruto looked serious, reaching out to touch Sasuke’s mouth as if to prove his point. “Suddenly, you didn’t.”

The smile slipped from Sasuke’s lips. Naruto was right. A few weeks ago, he did push Charasuke out of the window. To be fair, Charasuke hadn’t liked him much back then, either, and the circumstances had been very different. He did understand him better now. If Menma represented Naruto’s fears, Charasuke represented everything Sasuke wanted in life. But Charasuke didn’t have Naruto, didn’t have Menma with him either, and maybe that was why Sasuke wanted to be there for him. His connection with Naruto was precious to him, had kept him going, had kept him questioning himself even in his worst moments of darkness. Had given him a reason not to give up on a life that wasn’t filled with pain and hatred.

Naruto made it worth it to change. Was he hoping to help Charasuke change, too?

Spoiler alert... yes you were, Sas.

Perhaps Kaguya had something to do with it, but maybe, even without her influence, he would have reached this point anyway if given enough time. Time they didn’t have back home. It surprised him to realize that Naruto had thought of this already. That he felt selfish for wanting Sasuke to go back with him, when he knew it would be painful.

“You minded when I touched you, too,” Naruto added, as a reminder that they were talking about the two of them.

“I didn’t.” It was easy to confess. “I couldn’t allow myself to accept it, but I never minded. And now…”

Even if Naruto could read most of his thoughts in this space, it was difficult to say the words.

“I was afraid to have more of you. I still am.  Because I know they’ll never accept it.”

Sasuke vs homophobia :( Can't really kill that with a sword. Sasuke was definitely in love with him before they went to the RTN dimension, he'd just buried it so deep that he had no idea it was there or what it was. If you separate love from attraction it's not really gay, is it? (It is)

Naruto kissed him again, desperately. There were so many thoughts swirling between them, a mess of images and emotions overshadowed by the overwhelming fear of losing each other.

Naruto’s guilt, for not being able to reach Menma like Sasuke reached Charasuke. Their worry for each other. The frustration of being forced to wait. Sasuke’s slow realization of how much Naruto meant to him. How much his family meant to him, even a different version of them.

“I can’t be without you again,” Naruto said, swallowing thickly. “There’s so much I want to say and I don’t know how.”

“I’m here,” Sasuke promised. “Any way you want me to be.”

Even though it hurt, knowing the struggle that lay ahead of them, how Naruto had struggled only the past few days.

He wasn’t sure when he’d closed his eyes, but Naruto’s hands holding his face between them made him open them again. His expression was serious, almost solemn.

“I think you’d be happier if you stayed there,” Naruto whispered, searching his eyes. “You can’t deny it. I know they’d take care of you, and I can tell that your bond with your family is important to you. In a different way than ours, but still. I’d forgive you, if you chose them.”

Stop sacrificing yourself, Naruto. I don't like it.

“How could you say that?” Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s wrists, glaring at him. “Even after everything you said about how you can’t be without me, how you’d never choose anything over me, and you still think I would leave you? Even when you can feel my heart, you think I won’t choose you no matter what?”

Sasuke calling him out, as he should.

He knocked their foreheads together, tightening his grip.

“You think I’d choose happiness over you?”

How could he be happy, if Naruto wasn’t there with him? It wasn’t even an option. He cared about Charasuke, that was true. And the other version of Itachi, of Shisui, his family… Even the Sakura of that world. But how could they compare? Losing Charasuke would hurt, but it wouldn’t rip his soul apart. Staying with them would be a life, but it wouldn’t be living. How could Naruto think of himself as selfish, and still be so incredibly selfless when it came to Sasuke? What was he supposed to do, to make Naruto trust him once and for all?

“If I deserve you, why wouldn’t you deserve me in turn?”

Naruto didn’t have an answer to that. Sasuke hadn’t expected him to, and he felt him struggle with the concept. Naruto’s hero complex wasn’t doing either of them any good.

Like, I personally don't like the concept of anyone deserving love or not deserving it. Love is something you give, freely, regardless of how society values the other person. The love you give isn't less worth depending on the person receiving it. But I think the both of them are so traumatized that they need to make peace with this concept. They kind of need to be told - yes, you do deserve love, and I will give it to you. Naruto's hero complex is like... we don't have time to unpack all of that.

“You want to do this the hard way?” Sasuke continued, tone sharp. “I’ll do it with you. I don’t think you’ll succeed but I’ll do it.”

He gathered up all his resolve, all his conviction, pushed aside his own reservations.

“Saying you’ll forgive me… that’s a lie. You wouldn’t. You never would. And I wouldn’t want you to, anyway. If you wanted me by your side and I couldn’t do it, you’d be right to hate me.”

“I could never hate you.”

“Then I’d hate myself.”

Bearing each other's burdens and all that...

Naruto made a face, as if to disagree, but Sasuke felt him smile despite the topic of their conversation.

“What kind of role reversal is this,” he muttered, pressing his thumbs into Sasuke’s cheeks childishly. “I don’t even know why I’m arguing about it.”

“Because you love me.”

They stared at each other. Naruto’s eyes widened in shock, but Sasuke held his ground. What was the point in pretending anything else? It all made sense like this, and perhaps deep down Sasuke had always suspected it, even before he returned to Konoha.

“Y-you can’t just say it out loud!” Naruto spluttered, slapping his hands onto his own face instead, hiding behind them with a groan. “Stop being so smug about it!”

Me, while I wrote this: Yeah, you can't just say that out loud! The pain of being perceived. I am suffering with Naruto.

“I won the argument, didn’t I?”

“Ugh, shut up!”

Feeling lighter, Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto, leaning his cheek against the top of his head, Naruto burying his nose in his neck. He’d deny it when they were back in reality, but he could feel that Naruto wanted the body contact, and he was unable to resist it. It didn’t take long for Naruto to calm down, releasing a huff into Sasuke’s neck.

“Maybe we can just stay in this place forever,” he said, sneaking his arms around Sasuke’s back.

“You’d miss ramen too much.”

If an emotional scene doesn't end with a joke, what are you even doing with your life. But writing them hug was like, releasing so many endorphins. I'm weak to it.

It was strange, to talk and immediately feel every thought behind the words, every emotion on full display. Naruto’s amusement radiated off him, and it was his turn to feel a little smug as he concentrated on everything that Sasuke felt for him.

When Naruto started imagining long days spent in bed, Sasuke rolled his eyes and decided they’d been emotional enough for the time being.

Sasuke like, I can accept the lovey-dovey stuff, but I draw a thick line in front of the bedroom door. He's got some work left to do lol.

Idk if any of this made any sense but... there you have it!

[luci-cunt]

I got Izetta on the test and the more I read the more I want to fight you bc how dare you call me out like this. like call me feral one more time and I may just have to buy two books when it comes out - one for reading and one for throwing bc whyyy am i getting invested in these charcters. that doesn’t just happen willy nilly for me and now I’m mad

lkdsajf;ladskjf;lskdjf !!!!! <33333 if you’re like Izetta than I love you x100000000000000000 also lol when I do end up publishing this (I’m hoping some time in 2021) it’ll probably be thru Kindle epub which means unfortunately I can’t sell the books for $0 but I can do $0.99 XD. Idk if I’ll print them, just cuz that costs a bit, but fuck I’d love to XD. 

Also I was gonna just dump a snippet here but I have no self control so here’s the first chapter. It’s Izetta’s POV because I love her. 

“Lazy, slovenly girl,” Patrice muttered viciously as Izetta tore her room apart trying to find her best broach. 

“Where is it!?” Izetta groaned, pulling out her dresser drawers and dumping the clothing on the floor as Patrice gritted her teeth and stood the table back up on its legs. 

“Use the one I laid out for you, I don’t see what your insistence is with this copper monstrosity,” Patrice spat, repositioning candles and a bowl of fruit on the table. 

“I’m going to see the queen Patrice!” Izetta said, moving on to her wardrobe. 

“You’re going to be late to see the queen Izetta,” Patrice snapped. 

Panic seized Izetta and she growled in frustration. “It’s going to go all wrong.”

“Stop your fretting, put these on and go,” Patrice said, shoving a pair of leather boots to Izetta’s chest. Izetta sighed, but slipped them on, when she straightened again Patrice smiled warmly. “You’ll do great, there’s no need to be nervous.” She held out her hand, with the broach on her wrinkled palm. 

Izetta’s eyes widened and she grinned, taking it and throwing her arms around Patrice. “Oh thank you!” she said, before bolting away. “I’ll clean this up later!” she called behind her as she pinned the broach to her lapel. 

“Sure,” Patrice said with a fond eyeroll. 

Izetta sprinted through the palace, dodging servants who yelped and then laughed when they recognized her. The palace was massive, with long winding corridors made of polished marble and mother-of-pearl. It all gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the beautiful stained-glass windows decorated with scenes of Kantoga’s history. Everything was high, elegant archways and delicate statues adorned every doorway. Izetta didn’t have much time to appreciate it, but she already knew every feature of the palace by heart--growing up in it does that to a person.

Her leather boots slid across the smooth hallways until she was skating more than running, and she had to jump over a few servants busy polishing every surface diligently. Finally she turned the last corner, arriving at the largest room in the palace--and the more elegant. The queen’s throne room. 

The ceiling was so high you had to crane your neck to see the top of it, but it was adorned with a night sky filled with gleaming stars that looked like they were falling. There were huge windows made of perfectly clear glass and a throne carved out of an outrageously massive topaz. 

Izetta’s breath caught as she spotted the queen, in all her regal glory, standing by one of the windows with her hands clasped behind her back. She was wearing a long, flowing white dress with diamonds and little accents of gold detailing it. She had a train trailing almost ten feet behind her that was perfectly spread. Her brown hair was in a graceful braid wrapped around the crown of her head and decorated with pearls, her olive skin looked like it was glowing, and as she turned around she beamed at Izetta, her deep brown eyes gaining stunning wrinkles around them. 

Her etherealness made Izetta slightly self-conscious. She was wearing her nicest doublet--the light green one with slightly puffed sleeves and a high collar. Her nicest leather boots and white chemise tucked into a pair of black, fitted pants. Her blonde hair--cut short, above the ears--was freshly washed and Patrice had used some cream to make her usually dry pale skin “dewy.” Izetta didn’t know what that meant but Patrice had seemed pleased. She wasn’t nearly as extravagant or graceful as the queen, but she kept her chest out and shoulders back as the queen smiled at her. 

“Ileta!” The image was a little shattered as the queen seemed to forget Izetta’s name, but Izetta recovered quickly. 

“Izetta,” she corrected, with a low bow, “my queen.” 

“Right! So sorry, scatterbrained could probably be my middle name,” the queen laughed.

“No! Not at all!” Izetta said quickly, “Easy mistake to make, they sound so similar.

“Ah thank you,” the queen said, walking over and patting Izetta’s cheek briefly. “So nice to see a humble soul.” Izetta beamed. Then the queen cleared her throat, turning away and folding her hands in front of her. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you here--er…” she hesitated. 

“Izetta,” Izetta said happily. 

“Right--Izetta. Well, I’m told you are out top agent,” the queen said. 

“Assassin, my queen,” Izetta said. 

The queen waved her hand dismissively, “Oh but that sounds so guttural. It matters not however, because I need you, to do something very important for me,” the queen paced for a moment. 

“Anything my queen,” Izetta said without hesitating. 

The queen waved her dismissive hand again, “yes, yes I know--tell me, what do you know of the Cyron siblings?” she asked, not bothering to look at Izetta, who’s brow furrowed. 

“Everything my queen, they’re our only enemies children,” she said.

“Obviously, yes, but what else.”

Izetta thought for a moment, then recomposed herself. “Lazarus Ivory Cyron and Lazarus Monte Cyron are the children of Lazarus Cyron. He appointed them as co-supreme generals of his entire army, replacing Natalia Youngblood, and they are known for their domination in battle as well as aptitude for leadership. Lazarus Ivory is the elder sibling, more prone to handling Caelest’s water-based troops while Lazarus Monte operates on land. Between them they’ve won over fifty battles since becoming supreme generals and before that they both served in the Caelestian royal army as--”

“Yes, yes--but what do you know about their personal lives?” the queen interjected, still pacing. 

“Uh--” Izetta hesitated, “not… a lot? They seem to be only close to one another and have a hard time trusting others.”

“Hm,” the queen said again, pausing and finally looking at Izetta again. “Listen to me very carefully Iletta--” the queen started, coming and placing her hands on the sides of Izetta’s face and looking intensely into her eyes. 

“--Izetta,” Izetta corrected. 

“Right--Izetta--listen to me,” the queen said, “I need you to find out everything you need to about the siblings so that you can kill them.” 

“You… want me to assassinate Caelest’s co-supreme generals and heirs to the throne?” Izetta asked. 

The queen’s face scrunched up, “ugh, yes but not that word, I already said it was crude.”

Izetta felt breathless, she couldn’t help the mile-wide grin that split her face. “Yes my queen,” she said, excitement fizzing in her blood and making her fingers go numb. 

“You will do this, for me? For your kingdom?” the queen asked, still holding Izetta’s face and staring intensely. 

Izetta nodded enthusiastically. “Yes my queen,” she said. 

The queen’s hands dropped and she walked away. “Perfect, you start now, do not fail me,” she said in dismissal. Izetta bowed and hurried out of the throne room. 

As soon as she knew she was out of earshot Izetta whooped loudly, causing a group of polishing servants to glare at her. She ignored them and spun down the corridors back to her room, feeling light and dreamy as she started to form a plan.

She was so lost in thought that she almost bowled right over Patrice, who was refolding the clothes Izetta had dumped out of her dresser in search of her broach. She kissed it and giggled--it was extremely simple, just a little copper circle with a wolf on the inside, but she’d had it her whole life--through everything. 

“I take it the summons went well?” Patrice said, laughing a little at Izetta’s beaming face. 

Izetta just smiled wider and swept the older woman up into a waltz that Patrice rolled her eyes at. 

“Oh it went wonderfully Patrice, the queen herself gave me a new job--two actually,” Izetta said, and Patrice raised a brow. Her expression became a bit more pinched as she did, but Izetta didn’t notice. “You’ll never guess who,” Izetta said, eyes gleaming. 

“It wouldn’t happen to be the Cyron siblings would it?” Patrice sighed. 

“It’s the Cyron siblings Patrice!” Izetta said, whirling Patrice into a spin that she slipped out of, wiping her hands on her apron and pursing her lips. 

“Oh,” she said quietly. 

Izetta--still oblivious, threw herself down on her bed and stared at the ceiling with a dreamy expression. “Isn’t it wonderful Patrice? Her majesty finally recognizes my potential! She entrusted me with killing the heirs, the Cyron siblings.” 

“Izetta--” Patrice started, wringing her hands out. 

“I’ll start by contacting our spy, god knows I can’t stand Aether but he’s been on the inside for almost a decade, he’ll know everything I need and--”

“Izetta,” Patrice snapped, and Izetta stopped her planning to look at Patrice. She had a frustrated expression on her face, making her lip curl up a bit in a snarl. It wasn’t an unusual expression, in fact, it combined with Patrice’s greying hair tied in a tight braid and her wrinkled, round face was how Izetta always imagined Patrice--usually griping about something Izetta was doing wrong. Patrice had been friends with Izetta’s father, and when he died she took Izetta in. The younger girl didn’t exactly see her as a mother--Patrice insisted she didn’t--more of a very present grandmother, kind and loving but harsh and unyielding at the same time. 

“Are you sure…” Patrice paused, pursing her lips and sighing, “are you sure this is a good thing?” she asked, meeting Izetta’s eyes. 

Izetta frowned, “of course, this is what I’ve trained my whole life for! With the Cyron siblings out of the way Lazarus will be weakened and we can finally attack and relieve the Caelestian citizens of his cruel reign.”

“But--” Patrice started. 

“I will do this Patrice, I will kill them or I will die trying, this was the entire point of my life--my meaning,” Izetta said, standing up and walking towards Patrice. 

“I know child, that’s what I’m afraid of.” 

Izetta felt stung. “You think I will fail?” 

“I think if you do you will die, I think you will die making a stupid decision to please our useless queen,” Patrice snapped, and Izetta reeled back like she’d been struck. 

“Patrice you can’t--” 

“Do not tell me what to speak of child, she is manipulating you. If anyone can succeed it is you but she doesn’t know that Izetta. She is sending you in and she doesn’t care if you die.” Patrice took Izetta’s hand and cupped her cheek. “Please Izetta, please don’t die for her,” she pleaded. 

Izetta blinked, stunned. After a moment she closed her mouth and pressed her forehead to Patrice’s. “I have to do this Patrice, I won’t die.” she whispered. 

Patrice sucked in a breath that sounded heart-wrenchingly close to a sob and Izetta almost shattered, but then Patrice’s breathing evened again and she stepped back, completely composed and back straight. She wiped her hands on her apron and sniffed, looking at Izetta’s chin rather than her eyes. 

“If anyone can do this, it’s you,” Patrice said, “I just wish it wasn’t,” she added, stepping forward to kiss Izetta on the forehead. She had to stand on her toes for it, and Izetta felt hollowed out. 

Then Patrice sighed, gave Izetta a final once over, nodded, and left Izetta alone in her room.

[wispy-selfship-eden]

ARMIN + KISS PLEASE!!!

Again, this is fucking long overdue and I apologize so much right now. Here you go Sayeko!! ^^

@self-shipping-angel

26. “Jealous Kiss”

How could an afternoon walk home from college be this nerve-wrecking?

“Mai, as–as much as I feel flattered (or embarrassed) from you gazing at me…” How could Armin put this as delicately as possible? How could he sugarcoat how his girlfriend’s constricted pupils within her widened eyes, combined with her tight-lipped mouth, was disturbing him?

“…You’re giving me a bit of a… uh, look right now,” He awkwardly remarks, looking away for a bit to lightly scratch his cheek with his finger.

Mai’s face remains unchanged. “I don’t see any issues with how I’m looking at you, Armin.”“No no no–There is a bit of an issue because you’ve been looking at me like that since school ended!”

“And what time was that, Armin Arlert?” Her attempts at a fruity tone of voice made the stark contrast with her dead face more unsettling.“W-Why are you using my full name now?” Armin’s voice went high-pitched near the end of his sentence before sighing to himself.

It was no good. They’ve been going in circles with the way this conversation was going. No matter how specific or vague he made his questions, Mai always found a way to diverge from the key issue, which in this case is, her unusual behavior. As much as her occasionally confrontational side was refreshing, this was not-at-all reassuring.

Okay, Armin. Think. Just don’t let her stare make you crumble. Think back on what happened today. There must have been something big that changed her behavior. Scratching at the back of his head, Armin racks it for any possible incidents.

Was it because of breakfast this morning?! When I made that comment–No. No, she made it clear that it was fine. She always bounces back from food! Was it when we arrived our first class? Granted, that professor of ours was being particularly crappy to everyone today. So maybe–

“Armin,” Mai calls out, breaking his concentration. He quickly turns his head to face her.He couldn’t help but sigh softly in relief when her face was more normal. She wasn’t giving him that intense stare anymore, but now she was slightly curling in on herself, wringing her hands together roughly.

Their stride never broke once as he steps closer to her side and tentatively holds her closest hand in his. “Mai?” He calls her name lowly. After inciting a light flush of her cheeks and her mentally gushing over how sweet Armin was being, she took a deep breath and gave him a remorseful side-glance. “I-I’m sorry Armin… You didn’t do anything wrong but–it’s just–well…” The young woman was clearly struggling to make comprehensible reasons. Her brows furrowed, her face scrunched up and her jaw was rigid. She just gave in after those few seconds as she yanks her hair with her other hand.“Whoa, Mai! P-Please don’t do that! I don’t want you hurting yourself!” “I can’t help it, Armin! I’ve already hurt myself today with what I’m feeling!” She groans.

The way she worded it elicits confusion from Armin, who tilted his head at her.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh boy, uh…” How was Mai going to put her unreasonable actions down as? Surely Armin wouldn’t make fun of the way she was feeling, right?…

Just as Armin was going to speak up for her, she squeezes her eyes shut and brazenly blurts out,

“I got jealous today!”

Out of all the possible answers Armin could have anticipated, that was the most normal yet still most unexpected from Mai.Blinking slowly, Arming asks in disbelief as he gestured to her. “You got jealous?…”“…Yeah…”

Then, he points to himself, his blue eyes widening. “For me…?”

“Why are you being so surprised, Armin?!” Mai exclaims, her features briefly expressing her shock before she quiets down.

“Well, I guess it is surprising… in one way or another.”

“Hey! Arnold!” Before Mai could walk over to Armin and chat with him, another girl from afar waved at him.

The girl, in her flaxen-haired beauty, had no qualms of just intruding in his down time and  sit across from him.

“It’s Armin, Mandy,” Armin politely corrected as he bookmarked his page for his upcoming class. “What is it you need, again?”“Yeah–I have a little worksheet that I need to fill out for Mr. Ackerman, and I was wondering—”“I would love to help you but you would have already filled it out if you paid attention to his class,” Armin intercepted, adjusting his glasses as he looked over the contents of the paper before deadpanning to himself.

Yeah. It was so easy that you literally only had to think and apply the notes they just took an hour ago. That’s it.

“Aw c’mon Arin, don’t be like that,” Mandy pouts, butchering Armin’s name again, much to his chagrin. Huffing, she leaned back in her chair while flipping her hair back. “In any case, like the asshole would even make things that easy anyways!” With newfound vigor, she leaned in close and pleaded with har hands clenched together. “Come on, just this one time and I won’t bother you ever again? Please??”

“Hey Mandy! You getting answers from Armin?! Hey Armin, help us too, please!” “Me too!!”“What’s the answer to number–”In just five minutes, people from out of nowhere flocked him where he sat, chucking sheets of paper into his face, or even the occasional laptop.

‘You only want him for cheating! Bunch of stupid, lazy, nonsensical, pieces of crap. You pathetic lot of pathetic excuses for human beings how dare you waste his TIME like that…?’

The plastic water bottle in her hands was reduced into a squished, torn mess that splattered water all over her and the floor. The noise startled everyone around her, and the wetness made her yelp and look down at herself.

“Wow… so it was from that time, huh?” Armin nods in realization.

But that only made Mai groan at herself as she stops walking and wrapped her arms around herself in a squatting position.

“I don’t know what I was thinking… It was as if the very inside of my body began to ache; I felt irrationally angry; and I wanted to punch a bunch of people!”

This feeling, no matter how much it may be expressed as naturally as breathing air, or expressed through portrayals in crappy romance flicks, was still unexpected.  The constrictive squeezing of the heart, and the cloudiness that veils your mind and your eyes… It was a scary feeling for Mai.

Because her arms hid her head away, she didn’t see nor hear Armin quietly kneel in front of her. She didn’t see the soft smile or blush adorning his face.

“I think… I’ve begun to understand how you felt before, Armin. And I’m really… really sorry,” Mai murmurs shamefully, her body heaving with her sigh.

“Being jealous fucking sucks…”

His quiet, wobbly laugh brought her head up from her arms. Armin took the chance to cup her face and bring their foreheads together.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Mai,” Armin reassures, his smile a little bit broader as he kisses her forehead, both of them closing their eyes in response.

Once he pulled away, he shyly remarks, “If it’s worth any consolation… you being jealous actually made me happy.”“What?! But why??” Mai’s hands came up to grip the fabric of his shirt as she asserts, “But jealousy is bad, isn’t it? I nearly went into hysterics because that typically means I don’t trust you or something! Or that I nearly obsessively endangered your social life! I could have become a stalker or a hostile–”“Mai. Let me just stop you right there, okay?” He holds a hand up, immediately inciting her to go silent as she watched his every move. That smile of his was undeterred as he asks,

“I’ll just ask one thing. Do you trust me, Mai?”“I do!” She answers readily, the conviction dripping in her words as she nodded firmly. It made Armin giggle and smile more as he hugs her close.

“Then, there’s nothing to worry about, is it? In a way, it shows that you really care and.. l-love me,” His blush darkens as he adds hurriedly, “N-Not saying that to be pretentious though! It’s just h-how I feel! So, thank you! For being jealous! I m-mean, for caring, you know!?”

In most cases, jealousy led to tons of unnecessary complications and misunderstandings. Yet regardless of how embarrassing it made her feel to own up to her pettiness, talking it out made her feel… lighter.

Smiling to herself, she brought her arms around him and snuggles up to him closely. “You’re welcome then, Armin… But I’m gonna make sure this doesn’t happen often, okay?”“Noted. We’ll work on ourselves together.”

‘After all, you helped me with my jealous tendencies long ago too…’

The couple stood back up again and happily continue their walk home, feeling closer than ever.

The Next Day

“You doing okay after yesterday, Mai?” Syd asks her, smiling amused as she watches the Asian girl smiling as she gets ready for her psychology lecture.

Laughing, her other colleague, Victoria, comments, “I think after that water bottle, she must have simmered down by now!”

“Oh shut up,” Mai playfully retorts as she gets out a few sheets for the both of them. “Let’s just hope my jealousy will be a one-time thing. I’m not gonna give you the guys the pleasure of enjoying my pettiness towards people.”

“That’s what they all say~” Victoria sprung up from her seat, lugging her backpack by one strap on her shoulder as she swipes her sheets from Mai. “But seriously, thanks so much–You are an angel.”“Seriously though, thank girl! We really appreciate the notes you’ve given us for Mrs. Lewinsky,” Syd thanks, taking her notes as well.

“I mean you two have it pretty rough, you know? Full-time students and working? This is the least I can do.” Mai merely shrugs at her generosity.

“Ugh, you’re disgustingly humble. I swear… Anyways, see you in class, Hun!” Both Victoria and Syd go out the door waving to Mai.

“See you later guys!” Once the door closed, she pumps herself up for her first class of the day as she went out and headed up the stairs.

“All right, today is going to be great! I just know it.”

“Well if it isn’t little miss blabs-a-lot herself,” A voice drawls from behind her.

Her smile was wiped from her face as she gazes dispassionately at the smirking male following behind her.

“Your shitty attempts at being funny impress me so much as usual, Travis,” She deadpans, focusing on heading up the rest of the stairway.

She almost smiles in pleasure from the small noise of discontent from behind her.

“It’s Traveon, dumbass.”

“And I wish I could give less of a shit to someone as insignificant as you. But I guess we can’t get everything we want, now can we?” Mai counters in that honeyed voice of hers.

Too bad her facade didn’t last long as she waited until she reached her designated classroom’s door did she resign herself to more of her bully’s (or at least that’s what Travis denounces himself as, like he’s proud of that fact) bullshittery.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”“Well, I just thought that maybe it’s about time you get a taste of fun and we go out to get some food,” Mai shit herself not, he actually attempted to cage her with one arm over her. Travis’s so-called charming smile looks so condescending she would have thought he was Narcissism personified.

“In case you are out of touch with reality, dickwad,” His face forms an offended expression. “I already have a partner for life. So, do kindly dismiss yourself and hit up another pathetic bimbo to your whims. I get enough fun from watching people be stupid every single day of my life.”“Come on, don’t be such a bitch,” He attempts to defend himself, “I’m just saying that you might as well enjoy some company and–”

A clearing of the throat rang in this noisy hallways. Both look over, Traveon with disdain, and Mai with unadulterated happiness as she sees Armin coming over with a poker smile on his face.

“Armin~! Good morning,” Mai greets, swatting Traveon’s arm out of the way as she trots up to meet him halfway.

Beaming a smile at her, Armin greeted her back, “Good morning, Mai.”

“You’re unexpectedly early today! What’s the occas–?” Before Mai could finish her sentence, Armin’s hands cupped her face tenderly and angled their heads  away from their witness to kiss fervidly.

A small noise escapes into Armin’s mouth, who swallowed it up as he continues to pour more emotion into their kiss.

It felt like hours before the blond haired young man pulled away, smiling endearingly as one of his hands smoothed back Mai’s supposed bed hair. And he also smiles at the fact that Trevor was stomping away bitterly, just turning the corner.

“Wow… that was surprising of you, Armin,” Mai murmured, in awe of the sudden lip lock she got.

“Then I accomplished my mission then. Don’t think on it too much,” Armin wraps up innocently before pecking her cheek.

She glances down at his hands and gasps in admiration, “Wow Armin~ You’re wearing a ring today? That’s different. Now I’m seriously wondering about the occasion.”

Chuckling, he dismisses it by saying, “Again, it’s just spicing up my routine for the day. Nothing special. I’m going to stop by the bathroom so, if you could…”

“Oh, all right! I’ll save a seat for you then,” Mai smiles giddily before hopping into the classroom, waving at him over her shoulder.

Just as Armin dreamily sighs, he gets a bonk on the head by Professor Levi Ackerman, in all his bitch-faced glory.

“Like hell you’d wear a ring for no fucking reason, Arlert,” he drones, although his steel eyes gave off a hint of being impressed.

“Whatever do you mean, sir? I’d say it just matches really well with Mai’s, don’t you think?” Armin complacently holds up his hand, where said band was proudly displayed on his ring finger. Just like Mai’s…

“Heh. You fucking sly bastard,” Shaking his head, he used his attendance binder to slap Armin’s back before entering the classroom next door. “Get to class brat, it’s starting.”“Yes, sir,” He obediently answers, where he proceeded to smile for the rest of the day every time he glances at Mai glancing down at her ring she wore for today.

Yup, sometimes jealousy does pay off.

[sorenmarie87]

May they come back unscathed

Summary:  When a coven kidnaps Y/N’s mom, Sam and Dean step in. 

Square Filled: Case Fic (Kink Bingo)

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jo x Reader / Dean, Sam, Ellen, Ash, Estelle (OFC), Rue (OFC), and the members of the cover (OFC) 

Word Count: 5,155

Warning(s): Case violence, Kidnapping, Angry Dean, Secrets, Language, Sexy times in a hot tub 

A/N:  This was written for @spnkinkbingo.

I do not own any of the pictures used in my story aesthetic. I also hate to say this but if you’re reading this fic - please be over 18.  

Shout out to the lovely @fictionalabyss for reading this over as I wrote it.  I wouldn’t have completed it without her help <33333

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Six months.

That’s how long the two of you had been trying.  

Six months had turned into a year and you were close to giving up.  Each time you saw that the tests were negative, it chipped away at you inside.

“Y/N, maybe we should stop trying for a while.  I’m not saying we stop altogether, just for now.  I hate what it’s doing to you…”

“That might be for the best.”  You whispered as Jo pulled you closer and you kissed her forehead.  “I’ll go talk to my mom and see if she has any advice.”

“Maybe she could do a card reading for you.”

“What if,” you paused and flipped over so that you were looking into her eyes.  “What if it’s bad news?”

“Then we’ll deal with it.”

--

Estelle had jolted awake after having one hell of a nightmare.  Rue was sleeping peacefully next to her, so she got up from the bed as quietly as she could and made her way downstairs.  Wiping away the sleep from her eyes as she walked, she made her way towards the den.  She knew that in a couple of hours, she would be making her way to the shop to restock some of the crystals and herbs that always sold out.  Estelle couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen though.  

She was fidgeting with her engagement ring as she made her way to the shop.  Rue told her wear it this morning and to pack one of the tourmaline crystals in her purse just in case.  Her walking slowed as she spotted a ‘73 Cadillac Fleetwood parked across the street.  Estelle cursed as she got closer to see the door was ajar and the store looked like it had been ransacked.  

“Avis, I think I hear someone out front.”

“Delta, you know what to do.”  Delta grinned as she opened a bottle on her hip and poured some of the powder into her gloved hand.  Elsie watched the small panel of tv’s set up to monitor security and when Estelle made her way down the hall, Delta got into place.  She heard Elsie whisper now when she heard the door open, and Delta held her hand steady and blew the powder into the air.  

“What’s going on?”  Those were the last words that came out of her mouth before Estelle blacked out.  Avis pulled the mask down from her face and motioned to Elsie to pick up Estelle off of the floor.  

“All right ladies, let’s go home.  We have work to do.”  

--

The next morning as you were making breakfast, you dialed your mom’s number and pressed the green button.  It rang and rang until her voicemail picked up.  You left a brief message, and went back to finishing breakfast.  A few hours passed and you still hadn’t heard from her.  You called again with the same results.  You took a deep breath before dialing the shop’s number.  “Come on Rue, please pick up…”

“Seven Wonders, this is Rue, how may I help you?”

“Oh bless you for picking up.  Rue, it’s Y/N.  I was wondering if you’ve heard from mom today…  I’ve called her a few times and she isn’t picking up.”

“You know, now that I think about it, she left earlier than usual this morning.  I’ll try calling home and see if she picks up.  Give me a second, sweetie.”  You didn’t hear Jo walk into the room and ask you what was wrong.  “Y/N, You still there?  She’s not there.”

“Do you think….”

“Don’t you think the worst baby girl, we’ll find her.  Call Ellen, and see if she’s been at Harvelle’s.  I’ll call around and see if anyone has seen her.  I’ll meet up with you later, okay?”

“Thanks Rue, I’ll see you later.  Love you.”

“Love you too.”  You placed your cell on the kitchen counter as Jo wrapped her arms around your shoulders.  “Will you, call your mom for me?”  

“Of course, is something wrong?”

“I hope not.”

You watched Jo pull up the contacts on your phone, and when her finger was hovering over Ellen’s name, you went outside to sit on the porch swing.  It wasn’t like your mom to disappear like this.  You heard the screen door open and shut as Jo made her way towards you.  You looked up and she shook her head.  “I’m glad you’re sitting down for this…”

“Why, what’s going on?  Was she there?”  You felt your heart pounding in your chest as Jo took a seat next you and laced her fingers with yours.  

“Mom hasn’t seen her all day - “  You buried your face in the curve of Jo’s neck and tried to hold back your tears.  “Don’t you worry, okay?  We’ll find her.  I asked for Ash’s help too.”  Jo kissed the top of your head and waited for you to calm down before they walked over to the bar.  

Jo led you to an empty booth and rubbed your back gently before making her way across the bar.  You slumped forward and ran your hands through your hair, staring down at the table.   After sometime you shifted so that your chin was resting in your hand and you sighed.  

“Do you know if Ash has found anything yet?”

“Probably not, I mean he’s still in his room.  He’ll be out when he finds something, you know that.”  

You missed the way Jo’s face lit up when she noticed the boys were sitting at the bar.  The four of them were talking about anything and everything.  Ellen chided both of them, telling the two of them not to be strangers and to check in more often.  Sam chuckled as Dean turned around on the bar stool and looked in your general direction.  “Jo, what’s up with your girlfriend?”  

“Oh, um…”  Jo glanced at her mom, unsure of what to do.  

“Estelle, Y/N’s mom is missing.”  She heard Rue’s voice coming from the door and smiled as she walked over and gave her a hug.  “I didn’t want to tell Y/N this over the phone but when I came in, the shop was a disaster.  It looks like someone broke in but nothing from the store was missing…”

“Nothing except her mom that is.”

“Wait, you guys have security cameras at your shop don’t you?”  

“Oh!”  You looked over at the small group talking and frowned when you saw Rue.  She gently smiled as you got out of the boothe and made your way over to them.  She pulled you in for a hug.  “I can’t believe I forgot about the security cameras… Estelle, she’s better with technology than I am.”

“Sammy, why don’t you go and help Rue out.  See if anything shows up on those security tapes and if anything weird nabbed her mom.”  The two of them made their way out of the bar and Jo took Rue’s place beside you.  

“Dean, if you agree to help us, there’s something you have to know.”  Your voice was low but you needed him to know this.  “My mom, she’s a white witch.  I’ve heard from Jo that you hate witches but my mom would never do anything to harm anyone.”

“Estelle is good people.”  You heard Ash’s voice coming from behind you.  Dean sighed and you heard him grumbling about witches.  

“She can’t be that bad of a person if she raised you to be an all right person.”  

“Just alright?”  Jo smacked his arm and glared at him before he turned to look back at you.  

“I’m a fantastic person, you just have to get to know me better.”  For the first time all day, you grinned and winked at Dean who was speechless.  Jo released you with a chuckle as Ash handed you a bottle of water from behind the bar.  Jo was relieved that you were doing better but she knew that you wouldn’t be at 100 percent until your mom was found.  

Dean’s phone started ringing and when he pulled it out of his pocket and saw Sam’s name pop up, he answered it and put it on speaker before placing it down on the bar.  “What’d you find out?”

“Something nabbed her all right but get this - they used knockout powder before they took her.”

“Why would they want to knock her out?”

“They didn’t want her to know where they were taking her.”

“Did you get a good look at who took her?”  

“That’s the thing, it wasn’t just one person or at least that’s what Rue was telling me.”  

“How -”  You stopped yourself before answering.  It wasn’t your place to tell them what powers Rue had.  

“Y/N, do the names Avis, Delta and Elsie mean anything to you?”  You shook your head as you glanced over at Dean and Jo.  

“She says no…”  You heard Ash furiously typing away on his laptop behind you.  “If you wait a few minutes however, I think Ash is looking up something..”

“Okay amigos, I might’ve found something.  I did some digging into those names you mentioned and found out that it was a  coven that kidnapped Y/N's mom.  It seems like they were big into illegal activities.  Onenote to mention - they used to throw huge parties that would put Jay Gatsby to shame.  We're talking parties that ultimately ended up as orgies."  

Ash turned his laptop around so you could read more.  “The leader of the coven, Avis specializes in what they call sex magic.”

“Wait you mentioned Gatsby, when was this coven originally founded?”

“It says here 1926.”

“It doesn’t explain why they took Estelle though.”  Jo gently squeezed your hand in reassurance.  “We’re closer to finding her.”  

“I know, I’m just worried.”

“Sweetie, your mom, even though she upholds the ‘do no harm.’ aspect of being a white witch, she is a fighter.”  

“Were you able to find where the coven is based now or where they took her?”  

“You wanna tell her Ash or should I?”

“Tell me what, exactly?”  

“The last time I got a ping from her cell was around Grand Island.”

“Thanks Ash.. hey Dean, take me off speaker will you?”  You watched Dean pick up his cell phone from the bar and walk outside before clicking the speaker button off.  “Are we helping out?”  

“If I said this wasn’t our problem, I’m pretty sure Ellen would put a boot up my ass.”  Sam chuckled but he knew Dean was right.  

“I’ll head back to the bar.  Rue said she was going to stay here and clean up.”  

“I don’t like that she’ll be by herself…”

“Oh don’t you worry about me, sugar.  I can take care of myself, just please do whatever you can to find Estelle.  She’s all that girl has left.”  Rue smiled sadly as she handed Sam back the phone.  

It took Sam fifteen minutes to make it back to Harvelle’s.  He slid a piece of paper with a license plate number on it and asked if Ash could look it up for him.  

“No problemo.  Just give me a few minutes…”  

“I guess it’s better that 51 hours like last time.”  

“You can’t rush genius..”  You snorted out a laugh as you watched Ash work.  Whenever you didn’t find Ash sprawled out on the pool table or in back with a lady for the evening, he would teach you everything he knew about computers.  

“Hey Ash?”  He mumbled something of a reply and you chuckled to yourself.  “Do you by chance think, that the license plate number Sam gave you is from the car they used to take my mom?”

He stopped typing and looked over at you.  “If he got it off those security tapes, I have no doubt.  Y/N?  They’ll find her.”  You squeezed his forearm as Ellen called for you.

--

Kitchen duty.  That’s what Ellen stuck you with.  You could hear them talking in hushed voices about what the plan was to get Estelle back.  It wasn’t fair that they were trying to bench you, it was your mom that needed rescued.  You took your hands out of the soapy water, and rinsed them off intending to go back into the main area of the bar and give them a piece of your mind but Jo’s voice rang out and she sounded pissed.

“It’s not fair to exclude Y/N from the hunt.”

“Jo, there’s a difference between knowing how to hunt and actually knowing.  You know that.  She always stays back with Ash..”  

“It’s her mom though!  HAVEN'T YOU EVER LOST SOMEONE AND HAD TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK TO FIND THEM!?"

“Joanna Beth!”

“You know what, I can’t be in here right now.”  Jo stormed towards the kitchen and when she saw you standing near the door, she paused.  You pulled her in for a hug with a small smile forming on your face.  “Pretty sure I just benched myself from this hunt.”  

“Babe?  Fuck him, Dean’s not the boss of you..”

“What about my mom?”  

“You’ll always be her baby and one day she’ll understand.  I can’t just sit here and not do anything while everyone else is out risking their life for my mom…”  You pulled back with a sigh.  “Okay so what do we need?”

--

The two of you talked it over before leaving a note for Ash.  You made sure to plan everything and on a three hour drive - you had time to hammer out the final details.  It turns out that there are two different motels on the same block, and you glanced over across the street while you were stopped at a red light.  “Shit, Jo, we may have a problem.  Impala ten o'clock.”

“I don’t see them, so we’ll be fine.  Now turn right up ahead… “  

“So bossy.”  You muttered and pressed on the gas.  Jo smirked as she moved over a little and placed her hand on your thigh.  “Not now Joanna.”

“Oh you mean business if you went full name.  I’ll be good.”  Jo winked as you pulled into the parking lot.  “Siesta Key Suites really?”  

“Would you rather stay across the street where Sam and Dean can find us?  You know what would happen then - Ellen would be here faster than you can REO Speedwagon and she’d rip us both a new one…”  

“I’ll go check us in, okay?”  Jo kissed your cheek gently and you watched her walk away.  You opened the passenger door and pulled out the bags you packed for this trip.  You were closing the car door when Jo came back with a set of keys.  “We’re in room 4… and guess what, this place has a hot tub.  I hope you packed a bathing suit.”

“Jo, I love you, but you know damn well I didn't.  Could you stop thinking with your hypothetical dick for a second?  We’re not supposed to be calling attention to ourselves…”

“Just one little late night dip in the hot tub, please babe?”

Jo reached for your hand and the two of you walked towards the room you would be sharing. “Fine.”

--

You were listening to a playlist on one of the laptops Ash formatted for you as you picked at your food and you could see Jo moving along to the beat.  “Babe… bring your phone and the portable speaker, I know it’s packed down in the bag.”  You peered over your laptop as Jo danced around the room.  “Babeeeee you promised!”  

You forced yourself to pause the music you were listening to and sat the laptop off to the side.  Unzipping the bag, you pulled out a small ball shaped speaker that plugged into your phone.  You screeched when Jo picked you up and slung you over her shoulders.  She carefully opened the room door, making sure the room key was in her pocket.  “Jo, put me down!!!”

“Nope!”

“Jo, please?”

“Uh-uh, not until we reach that hot tub.”  

You huffed and looked down.  “Joke’s on you, I have the best view right now.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Jo, please.  Your ass is amazing, ask anyone.  Hell ask Dean, I’m sure he’d tell you the same thing.”

“You’re just saying that.”  You couldn’t see her face but you knew a light blush was forming on her cheeks.  

“As a person with no ass to speak of, yeah girl that booty is banging.”

“If I pay you, will you never say it like that again?”

“How much are we talking?”  The both of you laughed as you reached the area outside where the hot tub was located.  Jo placed you on your feet as you looked around.  “Okay this area is well lit and no one can sneak up on us, so we’re good.  Now I just need a ledge or something to prop my phone up on…”  

“Just put it down anywhere!”  Jo called out behind you, what you missed when were searching for the perfect spot was Jo stripping down to her bra and underwear.  You finally had a playlist pulled up and was just about to press play when Jo swept you off your feet and dropped you into the hot tub.

“Jo!  What the hell…”  She shrugged and chuckled darkly to herself.  “I think, you might be a little more comfy if you removed some of those wet clothes.”  She tugged at your wet shirt and you raised your arms.  Why bother resisting now?  You popped the button to your jeans and unzipped your pants slowly, as she watched.  “You know how earlier you were saying that you had the best view?”

She slowly moved towards you and unhooked your bra, throwing it on to the pavement.  You shuddered at the cool air.  “Yes?”

“I think.”  She nipped at your collarbone softly and you groaned.  “that the view I have right now, is one hundred times better.”  Jo lightly kissed up your neck and down your jawline until her lips found yours.  She placed your hands on her waist before switching sides and one of her hands caressed your cheek gently.  The two of you swayed to the music playing in the background and you rubbed small circles on her lower back, before moving your hand lower and grabbing a handful of her ass.  You felt her swat at your hand and you giggled, repeating the action on the other side.  Jo’s familiar scent of vanilla and whisky invaded your nostrils as she kissed your shoulder.  You were about to pull her in closer when a set of headlights illuminated the small area and Jo quickly pulled you underwater.  A couples minutes went by as the two of you popped up.

"Jo.. I love being that close to your pussy, you know I do, but why'd you shove me under water?" "Didn't want them to see us. And one of us had to watch-" "Honey. They'd recognize you faster than they would me.”  

--

"Hey, was that.. couldn't be, could it?" "What Sammy?" "I thought I saw Jo in that motel hot tub." "Better FUCKING not be." Dean pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Ellen’s number.  After a few rings, she picked up.. "Your fucking daughter better be where you left her."

“Don’t you take that tone with me boy, I’m not your mother but I will beat your ass.”

--

Jo was in the shower when you heard someone knock on the door.  Taking a deep breath, you dug through Jo’s bag, and grabbed her gun.  You placed it on the door before peeking out.  “Shit, shit, shit…”  You carefully unlocked the door and opened it.  

“What in the hell do you two think you’re doing here?”  

“Going after the witches that took my mom, what else would we be doing?”  You watched Dean’s face and flinched when the two of them stepped inside and slammed the door.

“Jo, I can understand.  She’s trained but you?  What use are you - if anything you’re dead weight.”

“Thanks for the reminder asshole.”  You clenched your fist and glared at him.  “What’s this really about Dean?”  You watched his face for a second before it dawned on you.  “Okay, really?   You’re jealous at a time like this… are you fucking kidding me?”

“Dean, really?”

“Shut up Sammy, this has nothing to do with you.”  You scoffed as your hand relaxed slightly.  “I don’t understand how she ended up falling in love with a witches daughter.”

“How we ended up together is none of your business.  Jo’s happiness is what should matter right?  Or what, you just want her for yourself, is that it?”  Dean shifted slightly and your eyes followed him.  “You’re unbelievable, you know that.  You can hate me all you want, Winchester.  I don’t need you to vocalize that - I can feel it.  I’m going to say this once - that girl in there means the world to me and I’ll be damned if I let some small dicked asshole try and tear us apart.  I love her and if you were her friend, like you claim to be, you’d support her decision.”  You needed to leave before you did something you regretted.  You were making your way towards the door when you heard the bathroom door open and Jo was standing in the doorway.  

“What the fuck?”

“I’ll be outside babe, I need a few minutes.”  The door opened quietly and you stepped outside.  

There was a lot of things running through your mind but most of them involved taking a baseball bat to Dean’s face.  You were half way down from your room when it hit you - how did you know what Dean was feeling?  The one person you could ask wasn’t there.  “Mom, what the hell is going on with me?”  

When Jo eventually came outside to talk to you, she found you singing Can’t Fight This Feeling softly.  “Here I thought Kevin Cronin sung it from the heart.”  

“He’s one of many.  I take it he’s still pissed off?”

“More so since I walked out to find you.”  You chuckled as she wrapped her arms your shoulders and pulled you closer.  “I love you, you know that right?”

“I know but why do I sense a but there?”

“I’m not going to lie and say that there aren’t feelings there for Dean.”

“Oh sweetheart, I knew that when you first introduced him to me.  I just -”  You bit your lower lip.  “Jo, I could feel how he felt.”

“How - I didn’t think you had any powers.”

“I - I have no idea.”  Your head hung down as you looked at the sidewalk.  

“Babe, we can ask your mom when we find her.”  You and Jo looked over as Dean’s head poked out of the door.

“Get back inside, now.”  

“...does he mean both of us?”

“YES, INSIDE NOW!”

The only sound coming from your hotel room was coming from the heater kicking on.  No one said a word.  You heard Sam clear his throat and you looked over your shoulder at him.  “I’m going to go for a food run.  Y/N, you wanna go with?”  

Dean snorted and you felt your fist clench up again.  “Yeah, of course.  Jo, do you want anything?”

“You know what I like.”  You kissed her cheek and pulled away with a smirk.  Your good mood didn’t last long though.  Dean muttered something under his breath and you swung, punching him in the face.

“Y/N, come on.”  Sam tried to stifle a laugh. He knew it would only earn him a crossed look from Dean, but it erupted anyway. It was the kind of laugh that shook his whole body, throw his head back, a deep chuckle roaring from his chest, relishing in his brother's misery  

Sam’s laughing died down once the two of you entered your car.  He held his hand out for the keys and you willing handed them over.  “I’m not entirely sure I should be behind the wheel of a car right now.”  

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this,”  Sam backed out of the parking lot and pulled into oncoming traffic.  “But I can understand why Dean is so pissed.”  

“Could you explain it to me?  I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything - I just can’t understand.”

"Dean doesn't want to have to watch Jo watch you die. Or what if she steps in front of a curse for you? And he's left watching his friend die." "For some bitch witch?" "No. Just in general. Dean's been doing this his whole life. He's watched so many capable people die doing what we do. People he cared for. He doesn't want to go through that again. He can't stop Jo, but he had hoped to stop you."

You sighed to yourself as Sam pulled into the diner parking lot.  The car shut off and you felt Sam nudge your shoulder with a smile.  He held the door open for you and even gave the waitress your order.  Sam heard you humming along with the music, so when a root beer float was placed in front of you, Sam watched a smile form on your face.  

“Oh wow, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these!”  You took a sip from your straw and looked over at Sam.  “Hey Sam, can I ask something weird?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Can you maybe, only if you want to that is, can you hug me?”  Sam opened his arms and pulled you closer to him.  He moved your drink closer and you laid your head on his chest.

“That wasn’t so weird.  I mean look at who my brother is.  The weird ass questions I get from him sometimes…”  Sam shakes his head and you chuckled

 You thanked the waitress when she returned with your order and asked if it was possible to put the rest of your float in a to-go cup.  “Of course, just give me one second.”  She returned and when she handed you the cup, you pulled out a twenty dollar bill and pressed it into her hands.  The drive back to the motel was too short in your opinion but it had to happen.

“Babe!  Look~ Sam got me a rootbeer float!”  

Jo grinned as Sam made his way into the room.  "You tryna steal my woman, Winchester?"

“I would never.”

--

Estelle woke up confused.  She tried wiggling free but her arms and legs were bound to the chair she was sitting in.  Once her eyes focused, she surveyed the room around her.  “This is way too nice to be a dungeon.”  The door slowly opened as Elsie entered with a grin on her face that made Estelle shudder.  

“Oh don’t look so unhappy, this won’t hurt.”  Elsie twirled a carving knife in her hands.  “I was told not to harm that pretty face of yours - Avis’s orders and all.  The question now is where do I start?”

--

Ash called you in the morning with everything he found out.  You passed the message on to Sam because Dean wasn’t speaking to you.  After the boys went back to their hotel room, you had a long talk with Jo.  It was hard but you decided that when they finally went after Avis and her coven,  you would stay back.  Jo agreed that once you got back to Harvelle’s she would teach you how to protect yourself.  

“Come back to me in one piece, okay?”  The two of you shared a slow, sweet kiss before she pulled away.  

“You know I will.”  She made her way to the Impala and took the seat behind Dean.  He gave you a small nod before he pulled out of the parking lot.  

“Spirits, watch over and protect those three.  May no harm come to them and may they come back unscathed.”  You closed the door quietly with a sigh.  You spotted your laptop, and pulled up Netflix.  You were about to click on something of interest when you heard a knock on the door.  The knocking repeated until you opened the door.  The last thing you remember was someone blowing a light pink powder into your face and you calling out for Jo.  

--

“Y/N?  Y/N, sweetpea, wake up..”  

“Mom?”  You felt like someone knocked you out with a truck with groggy you felt.  “Where… where the hell are we?”

Once your eyes focused, you looked around the room but when you glanced over at your mom, you gasped.  “Baby, I know you’re worried, and trust me these aren’t as bad as they look.”

“What a shame, Elsie was so proud of her work after your little session.”  Avis was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.  “I guess she’ll have someone new to practice on, won’t she?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”  You heard her heels clack on the floor as she approached your mom and pressed a finger into one of her open wounds.  You heard her scream out in pain as a grin formed on Avis’s face.  You watched as she slowly removed her index finger and stared at the blood.

“Our blood is the same color but yet we’re not that same.  I’d rather get rid of the hunters who exist to exterminate us but yet you choose to willing help them.”  You watched as she flicked her hand and a speck of blood landed on the wall.  “I’ll be sure to give our newest guests your love, ta for now darlings.”  Avis sauntered out of the door and you heard the lock click.  

--

Jo was sitting in the backseat reloading all of their guns with witch killing bullets.  

Dean glanced at her through the rear view mirror when he heard her cock one of the guns.  He raised an eyebrow as Jo grinned back at him.  “I would’ve never thought of witch killing bullets.  These are amazing, Sam.”

“Dean, you might want to kill the engine.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Sammy.  I know how this works.”  He parked at the end of the gravel driveway and the three of them made their way towards the house.  Dean motioned for them to stop when another car pulled up and Delta carried you into the house.  

“Was that…”

“I THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE AT THE MOTEL DEAN!  THAT DOESN’T LOOK SAFE TO ME!!”

“Jo, lower your voice.”  

“You said she’d be safer if she stayed behind.”  Jo’s voice cracked.  “I should’ve stayed with her… and protected her!”   

“Jo!”  Dean placed his hands on her shoulders and turned Jo so that she was facing him.  “Listen to me okay, we will get Y/N back, I promise.  We won’t be able to do that if you’re freaking out.  So I need you to take a deep breath for me.”  He watched her take a few deep breaths and when she appeared to be calm, they reformulated their plan.

[sachi-pon]

free! dive to the future episode 12 liveblog/review thing

*loud sigh*

i am DREADING watching this episode. one reason is that i don't know if this is the end... the end, forever??? i don't know!!! i really hope not!! ;__; the other reason is that because this is the season finale, i know it's going to be emotional!!! there's no way a free! season finale will not be emotional. the other two were. XD

but i have to watch the episode. as much as i am terrified to watch it... i must. i've got to do it. >__<UUU

so here we go!!!!!

please read my previous liveblogs as well. i've been reacting to everything this season!  (episode 1) (episode 2) (episode 3) (episode 4) (episode 5) (episode 6) (episode 7) (episode 8) (episode 9)  (episode 10) (episode 11) and THANK YOU VERY MUCH to anyone who reads my liveblogs. thank you for taking the time to read them!!!! <33333

watch ep 12 officially on crunchyroll: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-12-dive-to-the-future-775643

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the episode starts out with some BEAUTIFUL animation!!!

i think it's so cute that haru was fascinated by water ever since he was little.

yesssss i was waiting for that shot of little haru smiling!!! i already posted that screenshot here on my blog. XD if that doesn't absolutely melt your heart, then... you have no heart!

makoto cooking??? THAT'S SO ADORABLE <3

i would be happy to eat burnt toast if makoto made it. <33333

;___; omg omg omg that is so sad. he didn't help his friend. so i bet that is a major source of guilt for him. and, i wonder if that's some kind of foreshadowing...??? maybe haru and/or rin will be forced to make some kind of difficult choice between swimming and something else. i'm not saying that'll happen in this episode but maybe in the future (well, that's assuming there is another season)

hahaha, the muscle lovers have brainwashed ayumu!!! XD

yaaaaaay i am actually seeing ikuya and hiyori again!!!! i love them! ^__^

rin's surprised face at seeing natsuya again hahahaha

"you're late haru... just like me lol" -rin

"it's been so lon--" SLAP. what a warm welcome???

i feel like there should have been a theme song by now...

ikuya and natsuya about to race each other while remembering all those memories ;__; this episode is so emotional already lol.

*very dramatic music*

HAHAHAHAHA that out-of-date phrase came back. those random laughing people are like "who is that old fool??"

that little screenshot of ikuya and natsuya sleeping while leaning against each other UGGGGHHH that was a really sharp knife in my heart <3

hiyori is so excited for ikuya, awww.

*awkward panting*

yay i was hoping ikuya would win, just because i think it's funny that natsuya lost to his little brother!!!

THAT HANDSHAKE TURNING INTO A HUG I AM DONE. I AM DONE WITH THIS ANIME. IT'S BAD FOR MY HEALTH. I CANNOT BREATHE WITH ALL THESE EMOTIONS GOING ON. ;___; ;___; ;___;

NATUYA'S CRYING?!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!? WTF WHY ARE YOU CRYING, STOP THAT, NOOO THIS IS TOO PRECIOUS. he really is so proud of ikuya!!!!! ^___^

lol now ikuya's crying and his little shaky voice, aaaaaaggghh. i hate this show so much. this show is too dangerous for my heart. i can't survive all this. why are all of these characters such wonderful angels???? WHY???????

i think asahi is starting to cry too lol

all right, that's a good stopping point. well, i'm done. ...wait... whaddaya mean there's more time left in this episode??? whaddaya mean that i haven't even watched half of the episode??? oh no, i have to keep watching!!! i don't think i'm ready for this you guys

"haruka-senpai and the rest have really dived into an incredible world." no, rei, they have DIVED INTO THE FUTURE!!!!!! =)

you couldn't have just walked AROUND them???? -__-

this guy's bright orange hair bothers me...

that confident look you get on your face when you are aware of how awesome you are and how powerfully bright your hair is:

"you cant gain that kind of strength without throwing something else away." uhhhh well that's creepy. what did kinjou throw away? (his sanity???)

ryuuji believes you basically have to give up everything, even your friends, to make it in the competitive world =( he's obviously still feeling guilt about what happened with his own friend. what's interesting is that we don't know how haru feels about what ryuuji just said. does haru agree?

rin is so cool that he has his own cool new music now hahaha.

haru looks suprised that rin did so well??? he shouldn't be surprised! rin is amazing <3

haru looks nervous??? (to be honest, i am nervous too lol. my heart is beating fast...)

he had a late start? i couldn't tell. XD

i am seriously freaking out over this animation. i just love it. the animation in this show is wonderful in general, but i feel like the animators take extra care in doing haru's swimming scenes. those scenes always look gorgeous. (even when haru's swimming isn't as fast as normal...)

everyone looks so sad about what happened with haru =(

asahi is so cute. XD he's so awkwardly funny!!!

sousuke startling rin... hahaha

hmmm, rin and sousuke are talking about sousuke swimming in a race in the future. does this mean there will be another season???

"nagisacchi" ^__^

"kissme?" looooool

omg there are so many more races tomorrow. but there are only a few minutes left in the episode!!! a lot needs to happen in just a few minutes!!

"bye-bye!" ugh why is every single thing that happens in this show so cute???

what was makoto about to ask haru???

marinka date???? <3 <3 <3

hmm, so haru really is bothered by what ryuuji said earlier

makoto and rin are laughing like "our son is so precious." XD

the three seagulls are on a date too??

rin saying he'd support makoto, awww that's so sweet!!! <3

haru yelling and scaring the birds away... what did those birds do to you, haru????

and omg, rin and makoto were totally caught off guard by that!!!! (well i was too o___o)

haru is running into the ocean... in order to turn into a merman?!?!?!??!! (i have been thinking about mermen all season, you know.)

"what kind of teen drama is this?" it took you this long to figure out that you are in a teen drama, rin?? XD

ummm for real where are they going though???

there are seriously like three minutes left in the episode. ... ... how is everything going to fit into three mins?

haru's speed surpassed albert's?!?!? wasn't albert the alien god?? wow...

ryuuji is trying to sit there and analyze why haru lost, but... dude, it's kinda your fault!! you're telling haru some weird stuff about "giving something up" and it made him nervous! =(

"he keeps talking about stupid stuff like friendship and bonds..." IT'S NOT STUPID, IT'S FREE!!!!!!

okay. so i'm at 21:40 and the entire episode is 23:40. rin and haru have not raced yet?!?!?!?!

finally!!! here it is!!!!!!!

hey, there's some new song sung by the voice actors playing in the bg???? i'm feeling emotions again...

let's dive... to the future!!!!!!

hmm, crunchyroll must be having techincal difficulties. instead of playing the rest of the episode, they are showing random pictures of the characters. this technical glitch must be fixed immediately.

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oh. it's not a glitch. it's the ACTUAL EPISODE. THE ACTUAL EPISODE CUT OFF RIGHT BEFORE HARU AND RIN'S RACE. WHAT THE F@#^@$&#%%!%#^@^#^$#^@!@#$#%#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE WAITED ALL SEASON TO SEE THIS RACE!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING, PEOPLE WHO CREATE THIS CRAZY SHOW???!?!?!?!?!?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US?!?!?! WHY????? WHYYYYYY????????!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!   >=(

*tries to calm down?*

"blue destination," that's what this song is called.

haha i like the samezuka guys doing the same silly-looking pose.

huh? there's a scene with just a few seconds left in the episode? what could possibly happen in this amount of time?????

nanase is in the lead?? okay, but... that doesn't really answer the question of who won the race. it's possible that rin could catch up. but i guess if he did catch up, they would have said it?

the god alien sees that haru is setting a new record! hmmm are you jealous??? =)

"see you in 2020" ?!?!?!?!?!?!? so i have to wait two years to find out who won the race??? -__-UUU

wait, wait... that means... FREE HAS NOT ENDED!!!!!!!!! IT'S NOT OVER!!!!!! THIS ISN'T THE END!!!!!!! omg omg omg omg!!!!!! you guys. i didn't know this. i didn't know if there was going to be any more. wow wow wow!!!!!!! i finally got my reassurance!!! <33333333 oh my goodness!!!!!! this is extremely important to me!!! like i have said before, free! is my #1 favorite anime ever. i didn't want it to end right now. i need more!!! i'm so incredibly happy that it's not over yet! that makes me feel a lot better.

okay now. it's time for me to sum up not only this episode, but the season. first, the episode. this was an exciting, heart-thumping episode. i was nervous about everyone's races!!! especially rin and haru's, but... it was a disappointment that the race wasn't actually shown. i'll assume haru won because they mentioned that he was in the lead. but i'm not 100% sure!!!

ikuya and natsuya were lovely. i really liked that scene when they were hugging and they were clearly so proud of each other!!! it was so touching!! this is why i love this show. <3 and i was happy to see hiyori again too. everyone was reunited. everyone was realizing what their dreams are and finding their confidence. so it was an important episode;.

and... MARINKA!!!!!! i will be honest and say that i really wanted a makoharu moment. but i've gotta say, marinka is nice too. =) it was really funny to me how rin and makoto were both laughing at haru at the same time. they each gave haru the encouragement that he needed in that moment. they really got him fired up. when he suddenly yelled into the ocean, i was like "O__O uuuuhhhhh..." but it's good to see haru feeling motivated!! ^__^ the shot of the three of them lying together in the water was something that i think instantly became iconic.

the scene in the theme song (which didn't even play today?!?) where haru is screaming and looking like he's turning super saiyan (lol) was about haru's scream in this episode!! mystery solved. =)

so how'd i feel about this whole season? umm... EXCELLENT!!!!! everything was amazing!! the characters' relationships and emotions!!! the music!!! the animation!!! the voices!!!! just... everything. i am impressed with this anime, as always. i have so much appreciation for all of the people who put it together, because i like everything about it. that's why i didn't want to think about it ending. when i saw that it was coming back in 2020, i became very, very eager to know what would happen in the future!!! i want to dive to the future...