#it fell two days ago but I thought it would melt so I wasn't too excited about it

[follineo]

ITS SNOW IN MY REGION YIPPEEE

[anathemaspeaks]

Fluff prompts 4 and 28 please with Bakugo 💥❤️

"you're blushing" "am not!"

"because i'm in love with you, dumbass"

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bakugou katsuki always gets what he wants.

but what happens when it's you that he wants?

you had been his (self-proclaimed) best friend ever since the both of you were five years old. front teeth still not fully grown, but a wide gummy grin on your face, you told him you would be best friends forever.

you had grabbed his arm and dragged him to the playground right after that, his mouth comically hanging open at how you said that, two minutes after meeting him. i mean, you were basically asking for a death sentence.

but he didn't know whether he was more shocked about your actions, or the fact that he hadn't yelled your head off yet.

then again, you had always been special to him.

you were the only one who could get him to calm down, almost instantly - a talent for which mitsuki called you her personal blessing. one hand on his shoulder, one whisper, and he was at your mercy. he was whipped before either of you even knew it.

(except mitsuki, though. she saw it coming miles away.)

bakugou has known he's loved you since the day you showed up to his house, soaked from head to toe because of the rain. why? because he said he 'wasn't feeling too good' and doesn't think he can hang out today.

god, he thought his heart would beat right out of his chest at the sight of you - he felt like he was melting. you were too sweet for your own good. you made his stoic, harsh composure mellow down into the bakugou only you ever got to see.

of course, he did yell at you for ten minutes for being "so fuckin' stupid n' reckless," but the poorly concealed smile on his face and the worry etched onto his handsome face told you enough about how he truly felt about the situation.

that was when he knew he just couldn't ignore it anymore. he loved you. more than he thought his little explosive heart was capable of. and mentally, he didn't give a shit about how you felt.

you were his girl since day one. you just didn't know it yet.

being katsuki's best friend also meant you could see he had a clear soft spot for you - one which you couldn't help but fall in love with yourself. it came with looking at his actions rather than his words, because he said a lot of words.

it was in the way he would complain about you being an idiot for not bringing a sweater, and still give you his own jacket every time it was cold, the way he would act like it was a problem to help you with your homework, but he would stay up until two in the morning just to help you - even baking for you or cooking to help you sometimes, and tucking you in when you fell asleep on your books.

(never in a million years would he admit it, but he would stare at you until he lost track of time when you would doze off. he may or may not have kissed your forehead once, too.)

it's no surprise you end up going everywhere and doing everything together - like bakugou would ever let you out of his sight. you were basically attached at the hip. for safety reasons, obviously.

that's what he told you, at least.

but how do you end up here?

you were sparring with bakugou less than a moment ago, explosions firing off into the air which crackled with fire and the smell of burnt caramel. a routine of yours for a long time now.

sweat dripping down both of your bodies, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and determination as you both sent blow after blow, short pants escaping the both of you as your muscles strained with every movement, fighting to defeat the other.

and then you trip on nothing, comically waving your hands in the air as you fall down and bring katsuki down with you, landing oh so gracefully on top of him with a loud thud, and a surprised grunt from him.

you stay in that position for a moment to get your bearings, before propping yourself up on your hands to see if he was okay. totally not to check out his muscles in the compression shirt he chose to wear today, and the adorable little grumpy pout on his face.

but you might've ended up looking too long, because-

"oi, 's there somthin' on my face, shitty woman?" he grumbled, averting his gaze from yours, strong arms still wrapped around you.

but you couldn't help it. you'd seen him from up close before, but never in a position like this. it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, being able to look at all his breathtaking features from so near. with you on top of him, nonetheless.

the implications had your heart racing.

"i asked you a question, dumbass" he repeated as his eyes looked at you again, his crimson gaze scrutinizing you as his nose adorably scrunched up a bit in annoyance at your unrelenting stare. oh, shit.

"sorry!" you squeaked. you didn't mean to get caught staring so blatantly. your whole body felt like it was on fire with the physical contact you had with him. and he caught you.

"you're blushing" he stated.

but it made his heart beat a little faster, knowing he had that effect on you just as you did on him. you looked cute, very cute this way. but would you ever let him know he was making you feel that way? hell no. he was cocky enough already.

"am not!" you huffed, squirming to get off him-

but oh. he had his strong arms around your waist, effectively trapping you between them. it was now or never, bakugou was a no nonsense guy, and he was determined to get you to admit your feelings now that he knew he could make you so flustered. so easily too. it was almost embarrassing if he didn't adore the look on your face right now.

he tightened his hold on you, just to see how you'd react. not because he liked the way your body felt so warm against his. not because he thought he could hold you like this forever if you would let him. and definitely not because he loved looking at you from this close.

you let out a surprised squeal at the feeling, and before you knew it, you were red all to the tips of your ears. damn him, you thought. but all you could think about was how comfortable you felt, the familiar scent of burnt caramel invading your senses as it has so many times before.

"then why'd ya jus' start blushin' even more?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you, knowing he's got you now.

"oh, 's it cause of the heat? cause i beat your ass during training? or maybe its c-"

"it's because i'm in love with you, dumbass!" you put a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. he let out a shit-eating grin, knowing he'd won. and god, he's never wanted to kiss you as much as he did right now, finally knowing you feel the same way.

"you want to- what? you feel the same way?"

shit. he said that out loud?

but before he could say anything, your lips touched his, a wide grin on your face, making his mind go blank. and they molded so perfectly against his own. they felt so soft and full, he was sure you'd get him addicted. like you both were made for each other.

and he was sure you were, because bakugou katsuki does always gets what he wants, after all.

[hoiststowline]

remind me

wheeljack x f!reader

Standardly, the research lab that Wheeljack synonyms as his berthroom also doubles as your bedroom. That is typically where you would find him on most days, standing at the counter in the center of the room, every surface littered with electronic parts and tools, himself headfirst into a project. You can't recall when you've seen the tabletop's entirety, but it did have some unorganized order to it, at least to the mech in question.

Wheeljack generally understood where everything was, including your belongings that had come to live there, tucked away in a drawer at the very top. He had said that he didn't want anything to happen to them, as the probability of something occurring that was dangerous was high. He knows sometimes things get out of hand or end up on fire, but you didn't mind the chaos that erupted, at least every now and then. 

In this very instance, your eyelids were so heavy that any attempt to keep them open was met with a yawn, blinking a bleary gaze awake only to fall back into the same loop. Wheeljack was hunched over, pulling at wires and shoving his servo around the inside of what looked like a weapon that you couldn't describe even if you tried in your delirious state. With a hum, you haul yourself onto your feet, padding across the table, stepping around and over nearby objects. 

At your movement, Wheeljack pulls away from his work, observing you with bright cerulean optics. "Hey, I thought you fell asleep a while ago." When you don't reply right away due to another yawn, his posture jumps a little straighter as a notion crosses his processor. "Was I bein' too loud?" 

"No, not at all." You wave your hands, eager to soothe his worry. "I have been fighting sleep for like two hours." 

The scientist can sense that you're exhausted, at least more than you're letting on. "Go to sleep, y/n. Seriously, no point in tryin' to fight it."

"Are you sure?" Weight shifting from foot to foot, you watch as he continues to fiddle with the device but maintains eye contact with you. "You should probably get some recharge, too, Jackie."

"I am sure, and I will. Let me finish this up, and I'll catch some recharge. Promise." Wheeljack visibly melts at your laugh, though the action is diluted and heavy with lassitude, it's still precious nonetheless.

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe." His finials twitch upwards, the singular yet slight movement that presents the idea that he's smiling under his mouthplate. "But I'll take your word for it."

"I'm tellin' the truth!" He lowers himself, elbows resting on the metal of the table before pointing to his faceplate. "Lay one on me," 

Knowing exactly what that means, you stretch to your tip-toes and kiss him gently. "Good night, Wheeljack," 

"Night, y/n," He makes sure you make it back across the counter to your so-called nest, curling up atop a mess of pillows and blankets. Listening until he's positive your breathing evens out and your eyelids flutter and remain shut, is when he returns to his work. 

You weren't certain how long you'd been asleep, but it had to have been a lengthy period because the overhead lights had dimmed out, and the only source of illumination was the computer screens up against the walls. Somewhere in a groggy state, you find that a green blanket has been expertly placed over your body, hugging you in the cool environment. 

As your addled state subsides, you're met with the fact that Wheeljack is getting some recharge as promised, but not in the way you'd initially expected. As you sit up, blanket pooling around your waist, you find that he's conked out at the table, cheek smushed against an arm that was sprawled out in front of him. 

When you stand, gathering the blanket around your shoulders to keep the chills away, it appears that he fell asleep mid-action, screwdriver in opposite the hand that currently wasn't holding the device. "Wheeljack," You whisper, stumbling through the darkness towards him. 

While he was getting some sleep, he was going to feel the kink in his cables in the morning, recharging bowed over like that. A brief thought of caution passed you by, you weren't sure how safe it was to leave the room the state it was in overnight, a concern brewing in that regard.

"Wheeljack," Your palm brushes his plating, not entirely sure how deep into sleep he was, but not wanting to startle him. "Hey, wake up." 

He stirs first but comes back to consciousness as his optics blink awake. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," You murmur, fingers running over the plating of his arm gently. "I'm happy you're catching some z's, but shouldn't you be in your bed?"

"Nah," One digit curls to beckon you closer, to which you oblige his request immediately. "You're sleepin' here." 

"Yes, but-" You laugh, unable to find the energy to refute his insistence. "No, you're right. But shall we move to the bed now?" 

Realizing what you've said, you watch as Wheeljack's brow raises in mild amusement. "Oh yeah? You wanna go to the berth?" 

You roll your eyes, but it's all in jest. "To sleep."  

"To sleep," He echoes, servo caging your back as he runs a digit absentmindedly down the length of your spine, a comforting and familiar touch. "That's no fun, y/n. But I concede." 

"Atta boy," But neither of you makes a move, your sleep-ridden stare meeting his half-lidded one, the soft light of his cerulean optics bathing you in their minor light. There was something mischievous in his eyes, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask in such a perfect moment. The warmth he radiated did more than root you to your very spot, it made your heart beat so fast you could hear it in your ears.

"Whatssamatter?" It's hitched, like it got stuck in his throat. 

You shake your head. "Nothing. I'm trying to savor the moment," 

"Yeah?" He asks like it's an incredible feat that needed a second affirmation to support such an honest answer. 

"Yeah." Wheeljack was many things, highly intelligent and optimistic, and he deserved an award for the compassion and patience he shared with you every single day. He was sweet, incredibly gentle, but most arguably the most sincere of all, he was the only one who could read you like an open book.

"Ya got that look, though." A nudge pokes your side with his knuckle, an unspoken action that's a silent 'spill your guts'. "You're here, but your noggin' is somewhere else."

Another laugh brims to your lips, threatening to spill as your cheeks begin to hurt, attempting to suppress it. "I'm here. All of me is here, including my noggin'." 

"If you're sure." He's smiling again, the moment you blink and your eyes focus, his mouthplate is gone, the metal slinking over his face before tucking away. "Before we go to bed, I want a real one,"

You know what he means, moving closer across the table before you kiss the grey metal of his cheek, feeling its temperature increase just by your featherlight contact. "Now I want a real one." 

The pressure that rests atop the crown of your head is indescribable but extremely familiar. The mesh of his own dermas meets your temple, kissing the area with a weightless touch. "Now we're even." Wheeljack mumbles against your skin. 

"All I could ever ask for," And while more moments slipped from the both of your grasps, it made you not mind putting off sleep for a little bit longer. Instances like these you wish could last forever, rosiness dusting your ears as he moves just slightly, mouth landing squarely on your cheek. 

"Alright, alright, enough stallin'." Wheeljack breathes, pulling backward a bit. "Yer a bad influence y/n, I've been tellin' you to go to bed for cycles," 

"That's funny," Your arms cross your chest, feigning annoyance. "I recall trying to herd you to bed a couple of times."

"That wasn't me," The both of you share a laugh, to which he offers you a servo, palm up against the counter, and you know what the action means. You tug the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, movements sluggish but with purpose. 

A yawn comes forward one last time for the evening, but you do little to smother it. "Y'know, you never did say what you were working on."

Wheeljack's mouthplate returns to his face, sliding across it before he replies. "Don't worry yourself about it. Nothin' that's gonna get fixed tonight." 

Once in his hold, you burrow into the grooves of his plating, a sigh of happiness escaping as you slot into place in his grasp. "Okay," You murmur, smiling as his thumb comes to rub up and down your leg, an unthinking gesture that easily lulls you back into slumber. 

"Okay." He whispers, beginning the trek to his actual berthroom, just down the hall, but ensuring that he made the journey without jostling you, since you were practically already fast asleep in his servo. 

[mothdruid]

OK ONE MORE HEHE because i am on SUCH a roommate kick and pajama buying kick rn 🥹

from the roommate prompts, "you look so cute." "i'm literally in my pajamas but okay." with our baby bob floyd please my love!! 💗

happy happy birthday!! mwah!! 🎉

seb, again, i'm so sorry for how late this is. but here is our lovely baby bob floyd!!! here is some fucking fluffy fluffy fluff for our lovely baby boy <3

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

warnings.

fluff, kissing.

For once you had the day off. You finally had time to bake and clean your shared apartment. It had been on your list of things to do for a few weeks, but the day was just never right. But that morning when you woke up? It was as if you took a full syringe of vitamin B12.

You spent the morning casually cleaning. Sweeping the kitchen and bathroom, doing the small load of laundry you and your roommate had, even doing the dishes that were left over from the day before. When you started watering the plants around the apartment your brain started to buzz with excitement.

It wasn't often that you got to bake, especially from scratch. Bob had brought the idea of baked goods for his birthday a few weeks ago. Specifically snickerdoodles and peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. They weren't too hard to make, so you intended on slamming them all out today while he was working late. It was anything too late, just an extra two hours, but it gave you just enough time to get a batch of each done.

The snickerdoodles came first, then came the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. It was a bit strategic, being able to leave the bag of left over chocolate chips left to munch on. The last batch was baking when Bob came home.

Bob didn't expect the sight that he saw when he walked into the the apartment. He immediately noticed the smell that filled the apartment, and the Taylor Swift playing in the back ground. He quietly closed the door, making his to the kitchen. And there you were.

Bob had acknowledged a long time ago that he had a crush on you. It was something that he never thought you would need to know. A sacred secret, one that potentially ruin your friendship. When Bob came into the kitchen he felt his heart melt.

You were shaking your entire body around, singing Taylor's Shake It Off to your hearts delight. Bob noticed your attire, realizing it was still what you wore to bed last night. It oddly warmed his heart, knowing that you truly had a day off to do whatever you wanted. Bob watched you reach to the counter, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips. Then you turned around, jumping when you noticed Bob.

"Oh, fuck! Bob!" The chocolate chips fell from your hand, scattering around the floor of the kitchen. "You can't scare me like that!"

"I didn't mean to," Bob smiled big, laughing a little.

Bob tossed his coat over the back of a barstool. The both of you got on the floor, searching for the stray chocolate chips. As the two of you did Bob couldn't help but marvel at you. Stealing glances when you weren't looking, only until you caught him.

"Huh?" You asked.

"Oh, I- nothing." Bob shook his head, trying to ignore it.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" You weren't trying to pry, just being inquisitive.

"I- youlookreallycute." It was like word vomit, all the words coming out as one.

"Oh, I'm literally in just my pajamas but okay." You cheeks were on fire now. Did Bob just call you cute?

Bob decided to just dive in, throwing the caution he loved so much to the wind.

"It doesn't matter, you look cute all the time."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting. He adjusted his glasses, tongue wetting his lips. The two of you were close enough that if you both leaned in you could kiss. Just when the idea crossed your mind, the alarm on your phone went off.

Without a second thought you jumped up, putting the chocolate chips you picked up on the counter. You pulled the tray out of the oven after finding an oven mit. You set the tray on the stovetop, turning back around to see Bob standing up.

Bob's cheeks were dusted with a rosy color. He took a few steps towards you, almost coming chest to chest with you. You slowly took off the oven mit, not breaking eye contact. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring. Without warning he started leaning towards you.

But the kiss never came.

Bob leaned to the side, moving his arm around you to turn the oven off. A relieved breath passed your lips. It was loud enough for Bob to pick up on. He pulled back, not moving from his spot in front of you.

"Don't want to burn the apartment down, now do we?" Bob laughed lightly.

"Bob, I-"

"Hey," he reached out to caress your arm, "I'm sorry for say-"

"Don't be," you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers in his, "cause I think we feel the same way."

Bob smiled before leaning in, pressing his lips so delicately to yours. With his free hand he removed the mit from between your two, setting it down on the counter. He moved your arm to wrap around his shoulders. Your lips moved with his perfectly, as if harmony had finally been achieved in the world.

When the two of you separated giggles came from you. Bob moved and kissed the kiss of your inner arm that wrapped up around him.

"What's so funny?" Bob whispered.

"Just that I've thought of this forever and now, it's happening." You said, letting go of his hand and bring it up to adjust his glasses for me.

"What if I told you I've thought the same thing?" Bob smiled.

You pressed a kiss to his lips again. Your fingers ran up the back of his head, threading through his hair. Bob hummed against your lips, feeling like he was on cloud nine. When he pulled back you spoke before he could.

"Now try these cookies I made you," you grinned wide, "cause they're baked with all my love."

[nifftydeary]

Brother Jealousy

Niklaus Mikaelsons x fem reader

Summary: You get worried when you realise that Elijah isn't really home with you the past three days. Since your boyfriend wasn't there you spent time with Niklaus instead and came to realise Elijah might be gone because of him.

You always had your insecurities about your relationship with Elijah. You thought from the second that you started dating that he was way too good for you, that you never really deserved him. Yet, from the first day of your relationship to a week ago now, you never really felt frightened by those insecurity, you never had a real worry concerning Elijah's love and devotion for you.

The two of you, normally were inseparable. Elijah had insisted on staying with you literally all the time when you officially got together and you loved it! It was really comforting to have him all the time close and you never got to miss him or worry about what he was doing because he never left your sight...Well until these past three days. He has started to get more absent and was leaving your side more often. At some point in the week you wondered if you had done something wrong because he was literally never home...You weren't used to this, Elijah was your whole life and you loved him more than the whole world. You needed him, all the time. You craved him like you needed to breath and when he wasn't there, well it felt like a part of you was dying slowly.

It was the third day in a row that Elijah was like this by now and you had no information about why he was acting like this or what he was off doing without you...To say that you were overthinking and imagining every scenario possible would be an understatement. In reality you were petrified.

Your body moved delicately in your shared bed and you tried to keep your emotions in check as your eyes fell on Elijah's empty side. Your shaking hand got to lay down flat on the mattress to see if he had woken up a long time ago but it was still a little bit hot from his body heat, so your heart jumped a bit in your chest. Maybe he was still home~

You felt a sudden rush of energy and enthusiasm spread within you and stood up from the bed rapidly to get dressed. When you were done you hurried to go search for him.

Eli! Eliiii

You received no answer, not a sign of his voice that you loved so much not a touch nothing. Well, nothing from him.

Hello love.

Niklaus voice sounded behind you in the kitchen. You turned around to look at him and a small smile crept on your lips. It wasn't Elijah but you loved Nikki. He always was so sweet and gentle with you. You speed ran to get to him and jumped into his arms.

Luckily for you, Niklaus caught up with your actions fast and catches you into his arms, grabbing you tightly into his arms securely.

Nikki!!

Niklaus smiled sweetly at you and kissed your forehead before gently starting to play with your hair.

Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?

His presence and affectionate nature with you made your heart melt and you hugged your body closer to his, laying your head on his chest. His question sounded in your mind and you just could muster a little no with a little whimper before signing.

Niklaus frowned at your reaction and took your chin up with his finger to look into your eyes again.

But you always sleep well with Elijah don't you?

You sigh and feel tears trying to escape your eyes. You tried to look away from his eyes again feeling ashamed for being emotional but Niklaus kept hold of your chin and caressed your cheek affectionately with his thumb. A tear falls down your eyes then, followed by another and another. When you spoke up your voice sounded broken and sad.

I...I do but...I'm losing him Nikki he doesn't want me anymore. Eli he...he keeps leaving me and comes back late at night and I don't even know when he sleeps with me or not anymore~

You finished now sobbing in Niklaus arms and you tried to breath normally but it seemed to be a hard task.

Niklaus expression showed worry and panic at the sight of tears. He cares about you so much and he loves you very much. The last thing he wanted was for you to be sad and broken like this...what was his brother doing.

Ow sweetheart please don't cry like this, it's ok shhh everything's going to be fine just take deep breaths for me.

He said with his soft accent that relaxed you. While whispering those gentle and reassuring words he was wiping off your tears and kissing your cheeks affectionately.

Elijah is a really busy man love, he has things to deal with sometimes. You know me I'm always causing trouble and he is collecting back the pieces after me. That's his thing y/n, it's not because he doesn't love you darling it's impossible not to love you.

Niklaus said with a little chuckles as he looked into your teary doe eyes. You could see affection and deep care for you as he kept comforting you. Your only reaction to it was to feel relieved that he was there for you. Niklaus was definitely the best brother-in-law that you could wish for.

At some point you stopped crying and just stayed in his arms securely with your head on his shoulder. It felt right and you just wanted to stay there as much as you needed. It didn't seem to bother Niklaus since he never said anything about it. He just finished what he had to do in the kitchen with you still in his arms and then started playing with your long hair.

Do you want to watch a movie with me until Elijah gives you some new or come back love ?

In your hidden place, on Niklaus shoulder the shadow of a smile crept on your lips as he proposed to watch a movie with you. It was a really good idea and you nodded fiercely to show him how much you were excited about it.

Mhhh yup! wanna watch a movie with you.

You looked like a child at Christmas and your eyes sparkled excitedly. A real infant. Your hand moved behind Niklaus neck to play with his baby hair while he walked to the living room, a satisfied and proud smile on his lips when realising that he succeeded in making you smile.

As you both reach the room, Klaus sat you down on the couch and caressed your cheek delicately while looking at your pretty eyes.

So what do we want to watch princess?

He asked you with this charming and adorable smile of his that makes you blush sometimes.

Hummm, I don't want to watch a comedy...so why not a horror movie!

You said with a bright smile and a cute expression on your face that made Niklaus laugh.

Well love you know me, horror movies are kinda my cup of tea so I'm more than happy to oblige. Any specific title?

He said with a smirk as he was playing with your hand casually doing a soft pattern on the top of it.

This time, it was your turn to smirk and you bite your lips.

Mh what about scream. The first one of course because the other ones are literal crap.

Without another word, Niklaus let go of your hand for a second reluctantly to get up and pick up Scream one like you asked. Then, the hybrid placed the disc on the dvd player and came back to you with a gentle smile as he sat just beside you on the sofa, placing his arms around your body and bringing you closer to his chest. A gentle sigh left your lips at how good you felt and you let your head fall on his chest comfortably, starting to watch the movie in silence. The only sound that you could hear beside the movie, was Niklaus heart beating steadily in his chest and his breathing in and out. To be quite honest it was really nice to spend more time with him. Since you started to date Elijah and spent all your time with him, the other people you used to spend time with took the side a lot and you now regretted it. That's when you thought about something...what if Niklaus made it on purpose. Your head raised up fast to look at him with this look in your eyes that just said it all. You seemed dumbfounded and a bit starstruck but then your eyes shine with affection.

Nikki...did you by any chance get Elijah out of the house on purpose to spend more time with me...

You heard Niklaus breath caught in his throat and he tried to look away from you but you smirked and took his chin back in your hand.

Common Nikki...don't be shy just say it I won't be mad I promise.

You said with genuine softness and affection in your voice for the hybrid in front of you. He looked like a child taken by surprise while doing something wrong. You didn't even try to hide your playfullness now that you realised you might be right and just kissed his cheek while hugging him tightly.

At these actions form you, Niklaus gave up hiding then, seeing that you weren't mad at him for separating you from Elijah and just looked like a guilty little child into your eyes.

Maybe I did...

He finished by saying with this small mischief glint in his eyes that you knew too well. That was exactly what happened and you chuckled softly at your discovery.

Well, you're such a bad little wolf aren't you Niklaus.

You said with this charming yet amused tone of your before playing with his blind hair.

Niklaus on his side rolled his eyes and let out a cute little groan.

But! You were always together, how was i supposed to get time with you!? I like you y/n...a lot and I love spending time with you too. It's just not fair that Elijah gets to have you all the time.

He finishes saying with an apparent pout on his lips now and a frustrated scowl.

You couldn't believe how adorable he was...that certainly was the cutest thing you've ever seen and heard him do or say to you. How in the world could you be mad at him for feeling like this. You tried to keep yourself from laughing at his childish actions before placing both your hand on each side of his face. Then, you tried to get as serious as you could when looking straight into his eyes.

Your right. I'm sorry Nikki, I know I've been with Elijah a lot since we started our relationship and it wasn't fair of me to leave my best friend behind. I love spending time with you to Klaus you know that but you should have told me...I was panicking because I thought your brother was cheating on me and I genuinely felt like crap for the past three days... it could have been different if you just told me about it in the beginning.

You told him, this time your voice sounds a bit more affected by what you said and sadder.

Niklaus felt bad now, really bad for making you feel like this. His intentions never were to hurt you and he was experiencing a heavy sense of guilt inside him now that he saw your eyes and expression. He made a gesture for you to come sitting in his lap, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek.

You didn't hesitate really, you knew he didn't do that wrongly. He just didn't knew what to do so you weren't mad at him or feeling anger. You sat in his lap, instantly feeling Niklaus arms around your waist tightly. He kissed your forehead and just hugged you to him.

I'm sorry y/n...

You hugged him back and just breathed a sight of relief to know that Elijah wasn't with anyone else and that you didn't have any worry anymore about him being away from home now. You just stayed in Niklaus arms and felt good for the first time since three days.

It's ok, just...just tell me next time that you want to have me for a little ok.

The only answer you received from Niklaus was a gentle nod and a kiss on your neck that made a gentle smile crept back on your lips. Yea, you were definitely lucky to have two men caring for you like this. You thought before just placing your head back on Klaus chest and looking back at the movie.

[rd0265667]

Sullyoon x Reader: Rain

TW! Infidelity

A/N: Just wanted to write a short kinda sad piece, idk why

You felt the rain, hitting your back and soaking your shirt. It didn't matter though, nothing really matters, does it? 

It's hard to think that anything matters anymore, when just half an hour ago, everything that ever meant anything to you, shattered. Broken. Left in pieces. You wandered aimlessly in the rain. Where could you go? She was your entire life, everything. You couldn't go anywhere, without a glaring reminder of what she did to you.

Still, try as you might, you couldn't escape reminders of her. Walking past a small alley next to a beautiful garden, you peered in, grimacing as you reminisced on memories that once brought you so much joy. Now, all of it seemed like a cruel, elaborate joke. A trick the universe wanted to play on you, for sins you didn't know you committed.

Walking in the suffocating rain, you couldn't stop thinking about what you had witnessed. How could she do this to you? How could she break every promise she made to you? How could she betray you? It burned you to your core, the anger, anguish, rage, but most of all, hopelessness. To say that you had imagined a life with her wasn't an overstatement. You wanted to take care of her after her hard days recording music videos, you wanted to be by her side whenever she felt sad, or tired. You wanted to spend your life with her. You wanted to get married to her. Start a family with her. Have kids together with her. Have her. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you were the problem. You wanted too much, and the universe punished you for your selfishness, in a way that hurt, a way that stung you. To the core. Ripped your heart out, and curb stomped it

As you walked, your legs gave out, knees buckling and collapsing under not just the physical, but emotional torment you had gone through in the past half hour, falling to the ground as you pushed yourself up against a pillar.

All of a sudden, the rain stopped crashing on your head, but the rain still fell all around you. You lifted your head, seeing a figure standing before you, through your cloudy vision. She stood before you, an umbrella in her hand as she sheltered the two of you, a look of remorse on her face.

"Y/N...I'm sorry." Sullyoon whispered, extending her hand to you.

You scoffed, slapping the hand away.

"Go away Sullyoon, I don't want to talk to you." You could barely whimper, averting your gaze, not daring to look into the eyes of the woman who you still loved.

"Y/N, please." She said, remorse evident in her eyes, but what was remorse going to do? Wipe away the betrayal? The pain? No, didn't think so.

"How long?" You mumbled, a swell of rage bubbling in your chest

"Y/N plea-" Sullyoon pleaded, trying to avoid the question

"HOW LONG!" You couldn't hold on any longer as your rage exploded from your chest, bolting up at Sullyoon who recoiled in the shock.

Her head hung low, averting her gaze as the guilt of the situation rushed through her

"two months" She whispered, as you chuckled bitterly

"Two months. Two months you let me believe that you were faithful to me. Two months you told me you loved me and only me. Two months you lied." You seethed, before Sullyoon dropped her umbrella, both hands holding your hand as she cried

"Please, Y/N, it was a mistake, you're the only one I love! Please! Can you give me another chance? For all the happy memories we have, Y/N. Please." She tugged on your arm, as you felt your heart melt a little.

But as fate would have it, as you turned to look at the woman you loved, as you looked into her eyes, gone was that sweet innocent girl you fell in love with. All you could see now, was the pain, the torture, torment and betrayal she had put you through

She looked pleadingly into your eyes, the two of you under the pelting rain, before you shut your eyes.

"Memories. That's funny. We always thought our happy memories would last forever, living forever in our memories, then the memories of our children. The happy memories that we swore to never forget, memories that helped us through tough times. But a fickle thing, memory is. It's remembered as long as it's treasured, and our memories were, treasured. I hoped I would always keep those memories, but thanks to you and your actions, all those memories, all the moments we shared, all the love I had...all the love I have for you, will be lost in time.

Like tears in rain"

[doctorgeekery]

20 Questions For Writers

Thanks for the tag @sinvulkt!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 7 works.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

60,129. Wow, a lot more than I thought, especially since I am terrible about posting things I write.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Looking at my official statistics, apparently I have written the most for Marvel (4). Most of those are marvel crossovers with some sort.

However, Marvel is definitely NOT what I have written for the most. Back in middle school and high school, I wrote a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction and posted it on harrypotterfanfiction.com back when that still existed. I wrote two novel-length stories in addition to one-shots. If I were to add those to my AO3 stats, things would be very different.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. It's Nice Being an Avenger (2,331 kudos)

2. The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts (1,070 kudos)

3. Just Call Me Lucifer, Love (778 Kudos)

4. Avenging with the Nine-Nine (475 Kudos)

5. Melting the Ice (78 Kudos)

The number one fic is a crossover of Netflix's Daredevil and the MCU Avengers. It wasn't too popular for about two years after I wrote it, but then after Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock/Daredevil appeared in Spider-Man: No Way Home, the popularity skyrocketed. I got at least ten kudos every day for about two months after that movie.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I do not get them terribly often so I try to remember to reply to all of them. Some of them I might forget to reply to and wait until a few months later, though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to usually post-humorous fic to AO3, so of what I have posted, the angstiest fic is probably "Harklin", which is set in the Star Wars High Republic. I usually end on a positive note. The darkest fic I've written - one I wrote in high school in which the main character committed suicide - had a somewhat uplifting last few sentences as the main character only committed suicide so she could be with the ghost she fell in love with.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings. "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" is probably one of the happiest, though - I had a few commenters gushing about the happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Nope! I am glad. Sometimes people will point out minor corrections/mistakes, but that's not hate. And I'm glad they do it, because then I go back and fix it.

9. Do you write smut?

No. I read it sometimes, but I have no desire to write it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, I have a few crossovers posted - most notably the Marvel/Lucifer TV crossover and the Marvel/Brooklyn-99 crossover. It is interesting, since I rarely read crossovers, but I love to write them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? Never checked, but nobody has told me that it has been, soooooo.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Just hit this milestone a few years ago! Someone asked me if they could translate "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" into Chinese, I said yes, and it is now posted as a translation of my fic. HUGE honor - the day it was posted I was grinning so much.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes, I co-wrote a one-shot once back when I was writing on harrypotterfanfiction.com. I literally just looked it up on wayback machine because I don't remember it well (looks like I published it in 2014), but it was for a challenge/competition thing with another randomly assigned author. We got along quite well and had a lot of fun!

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

When reading fanfiction, I tend to not read a lot of romance, and I don't write a lot of romance, either. I don't have a "this is 100% my favorite ship" that I am sure about, but the first one that popped into my brain when reading that question is Supercorp.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"Avenging with the 99" - essentially, the cast of Brooklyn 99 teams up with some Avengers for their annual Halloween Heist. There's so much pranking and a lot of fun, but a) after a certain point, I struggled with where to take it and b) I know at one point I planned who was going to win... but it's been so long that I have forgotten.

In middle and high school, I planned out an entire seven book series for Albus Potter, Harry Potter's son. I completed the first two books (something I will always be proud of) and started writing the third while I was still editing the second book, but then I quit. I had outlines of plans for all seven of the books, which I know I still have somewhere. At this point, it has been so many years and I have fallen out with the Harry Potter fandom completely, so I know I will never go back to it.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I love to write dialogue, as it comes so naturally to me. Easiest part of writing, by far.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

One, I hardly ever write. Most things I write I don't complete. But when it comes to writing itself, I am AWFUL at description. I can't describe locations, people, etc. If you see a fic of mine with a lot of description, know that it took me a painfully long time. Often when writing a first draft of something, I will say [insert description of place here later] because trying to describe things ruins my flow.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have never done it, but I don't see why not. I think it depends how much - a few short phrases here or there would be awesome, but I don't think all of the dialogue should be in a different language than the rest of the fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Honestly, "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" is one of my favorites to go back and re-read. I still laugh when I re-read it.

I will always be proud of the first fic I ever wrote, simply because it was novel-length (75K words) and I did an excellent job for a 13-15 year old. I would never want to re-read it now, though - I will probably cringe at it.

As for tagging... uh, I think @sinvulkt already tagged most people from our Star Wars discord, so I shall change fandoms and tag @starsandstormyseas. I will also tag @chaosgoblinhours because I love their Gutterworks series.

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The Last Time I Dropped Acid

It was a long time ago, but I will never forget. It was also the only time I ever dropped acid. I was 19 if I recall correctly. It has been at least a day or two since.

It was entirely too late at night to be starting on the trip I was preparing to take. I was afraid, but not too frightened to say "no". I was among trusted friends at the time. My dear friend assured me there was nothing to worry about, she had done it dozens of times and she wasn't going to take any on this night. She agreed to "babysit", which is sort of like the designated driver. It is a designated non-tripper who could "talk me off of the ledge" if I were to freak out. This was all very safe, monitored, and highly scientific (this is sarcasm if you weren't sure). We had no idea what we were doing. We were idiots. We were watching "The Doors", which was a little too "on the nose" for our festivities at the time. I have not always participated in the taking of this particular substance, but I had been around it a lot and had observed a few things:

-The first and most common things I recall hearing after a group of people drop acid is... "I don't think this stuff is working", or "I don't feel anything", or "Are you sure this is what they said it was?", or "Who did you get this from?", and probably many cliche terms I have forgotten over the years.

-It takes 45 minutes to an hour to really get going.

-I was told by one of my friends that looking into a mirror during a trip was not a good idea. It was rumored to be something that could permanently damage one's brain visualizing the once familiar face in the mirror melting off, or peeling, or God only knows what else. I didn't test this theory.

-Once the trip starts, hang on to your ass for about 12 to 18 hours (dosage, tolerance, and other factors may vary) because this is not one of those things a person can just "sleep off", or at least I couldn't.

The 1st Hour: I stupidly took acid at 1 am, which I do not recommend. I watched Jim Morrison sing and dance in my friends house with 4 or 5 other people. I said aloud, "I think mine was just a piece of paper with a palm tree on it. I don't think it is working. I don't feel anything except for those 2 beers I had."

Hour 2: I began to laugh uncontrollably at everything. Jim's dancing, the trees in the background, how my boyfriends ears looked and how his voice sounded so weird. I laughed for almost an hour, we all did. If this had been the entire trip, I would have definitely done it again. I laughed until my abdominal muscles cramped and my face hurt from smiling (even for a few days afterward). Unfortunately, hour 3 would bring something else, something less jovial.

Hour 3: The onset of mild visual disturbances and the beginning of a paranoid mindset. My boyfriend and I decided together we were going to walk to his house which was approx 3/4 mile away, in the pitch dark, no cell phones or flashlights. We had dated for a year or more so we felt pretty comfortable with each other. This was not his first trip, so he was enjoying it. I was beginning to freak out just a little bit. We made it back to his house and I began to freak out even more. I insisted we go back to our friend's house. It was more active, well lit, and I just didn't feel right at his house at the time. He reluctantly said, "Okay" and we walked back. I was nearly jogging because I kept hearing footsteps behind us. It was pitch dark out except for distant street lamps and my friend's porch light which seemed impossibly far away. I didn't know if I was having auditory hallucinations or if I was actually hearing what I thought I was.

I stopped and said, "Shhh!". It fell silent again. I began to walk briskly and I felt and heard my own heartbeat louder than I had ever heard or felt it before. But also just barely audible were the clicking of steps behind us that would fall silent each time we would stop and listen. At this point I could see the lights of my friend's house. I began to jog again, I literally felt my heart might explode through my chest or out of my ears somehow. I heard a faint jingling. I was not just hearing things. I finally saw it in the glow of a distant porch light, the shadow of a neighborhood dog had been following us. Luckily he was friendly.

We arrived at my friend's house. I expressed my concern. I saw my friend in front of her bathroom mirror, looking calm and relaxed brushing her hair in long methodical strokes. "Jess, I am freaking out a little. I think I need you to talk me down. My heart feels like it is going to explode, Brandon over here is not really acting like himself, and I think I saw Jim Morrison moving in that poster! Also, your little sculpture of the guy on your dresser is smiling menacingly and rubbing his little hands together".

My friend smiled at me and glanced over. Her eyes did not look normal. She spoke slowly and calmly, and it almost helped. "Stop freaking out. You are going to be okay. Look at me. It's no big deal, I'm fucked up too. Just enjoy it". She continued brushing her hair.

"Oh my God! You were supposed to be my babysitter! You suck."

"Yeah I got bored so I took a hit about 2 hours ago."

"Well great." Now, it was just me and my boyfriend at the time, Brandon. He was not acting like his normal self. He was freaking me out a little bit too.

Hour 4- Jess told us to take her room and she would go to her spare with her boyfriend. "Are you sure?" I didn't feel comfortable in that room. Yet, I didn't feel comfortable anywhere. I opted to lie down in the dark, close my eyes, and wait for the visual, tactile and auditory hallucinations/ disturbances to go away. 'Maybe I will just sleep'. Oh no, that was not going to happen this night.

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sequel to better than the movies

in honor of its official release today, here is my review of what may be my favorite book of the year that i had the honor of reading an arc of in august. THERE WILL BE MINOR SPOILERS BELOW THIS TIME!

premise: wes bennett’s life fell apart 2 years ago when tragedy struck his family and lost him his relationship with his favorite girl in the world. now he’s picked up the pieces of that shattered life and wants her back. liz buxbaum has had 2 years since their breakup to swear off love as a whole, going from the rom com queen to the cynic. but wes has a plan to make her believe in love —their love— again.

couple: wes bennett and liz buxbaum

tropes: second chance romance, college setting, fake dating

beware there are heavy themes of grief in this book but nothing too explicit

review below!

review:

first, anyone who says that BTTM didn't/doesn't need a sequel... please just read this book. it really is worth every second. lynn painter, my soul belongs to you. i went into this book thinking that better than the movies had become my least favorite of her books and not expecting much, but OH. MY. GOD. this topped betting on you for me somehow when i was so sure nothing would top that.

liz wasn't my favorite character in BTTM, but this book immediately redeemed her for me. the theme of grief in this book is just perfection to me. i can really relate to wes so much throughout this book and getting to read his POV really just made this book so much better (i clearly love lynn's dual POV books the best). watching wes get to lean into the romcom aspects was so fun and really did make me melt.

some specific moments that i jotted down while reading were: "oh my god, she mentioned in between by gracie abrams... she's heard us", "CHARLIE AND BAILEY CAMEO CHARLIE AND BAILEY CAMEO CHARLIE AND BAILEY CAMEO" (can you tell i got excited? lynn making charlie and wes cousins was the best decision ever made), and "he knows the exact number of days... 720 days... oh my god"

in the end, by the ultimate shocking turn of events, this is my new favorite lynn painter book i've read, and it's topped betting on you, which i never thought possible. i liked this WAY more than BTTM and i did spend a good 15 minutes crying after finishing it.

q & a:

are they endgame? - i'm going to be honest. if you asked me if liz and wes were endgame after BTTM, i would have told you no. i would have said that they both needed to mature and maybe they could have come back together later in life because their relationship was just a bit... juvenile? i felt like, as cute as they were, they couldn't have lasted through the hard stuff in the long run (and apparently, i was right). BUT NOW. now they are endgame. wes and liz needed the time apart, and they needed the space to learn more about themselves, who they were outside of high school/the little bubble they lived in.

did i cringe? - i don't think there was anything that stood out to me in terms of cringey moments. i think that lynn does a really great job of writing for a mainly gen z audience without making the language she uses cringey.

favorite part? - i don't know if i could choose... there is so much about this book that i think about constantly even nearly two months after finishing it. the first thing that stands out to me, that i also feel like has been really misunderstood by other readers, is how lynn handles wes' grief. grief has a way of absolutely decimating your life at any age but at 18/19, it really is truly life-wrecking. i think she really was able to lean into it and handle it gracefully as she showed the issues that wes still has two years later and, at the same time, show the damage it did so extensively and understandably. while other people say that what wes did/what happened was completely out of character, i think they fail to understand that you're not yourself when you are dealing with that level of grief and for me, it made me feel extremely seen as someone who went through something similar at the same age. as well, the ending, the epilogue, made me sob profusely. it may be one of my favorite endings i've read in a book recently. the way it pushes away from the action to give us one last goodbye to these characters and where we met them made me incredibly emotional.

least favorite part? - this really is so much harder to pick than favorite part because i'm not sure i could pick something i didn't like. i think both wes and liz were extremely validated in this book and the interactions between them were so realistic especially toward the end with the push and pull of a "will they won't they" moment because when you're in that position, it really is so hard to make a definite decision on it. if i really had to pick, i'd say that maybe the extra roommates of liz just because i felt like they didn't really add a ton to the story. but i did still enjoy their presence at times.

favorite quotes (some spoilers here, of course, but minimal/out of context):

Regarding Lizzie, I had all the intentions in the world.

We were in the past, and he was simply someone I used to know.

"Okay, so tell me your three favorite things about UCLA so far." Liz Buxbaum, Liz Buxbaum, and Liz Buxbaum.

"I don't want to discuss this with anyone, ever, but if I have to, I'd choose you over anyone else."

Now we're just two people who used to know each other.

His gaze was more than familiar. His gaze was home.

It'd been better than the movies, I swear to God.

You don't was the answer. You don't get over her.

But not before taking a moment to pull into The Spot one final time.

"The dude looks at you like he knows he's going blind in an hour and he's trying to memorize every detail of your face."

There really was a fine line between love and hate, and Libby's rage fueled me to burn that line to the ground.

Eventually, we'd find our way back to each other again. I'd been certain of it. Silly little love lover.

I'd never be sure if she was my type--had I always had a fondness for redheads with green eyes?--or if she'd created my type. She was the prototype.

"Because you shouldn't have to mentally split a person in two in order to love them."

"I am just Wes fucking Bennett, Lib, the guy who can't remember a single day in his life when he didn't love you."

"Because our good moments were the crumbs that fed me for seven hundred and twenty 12:13s when I was alone."

It's like I breathe for you, like I exist to exist alongside of you.

"It wasn't you, I don't think, or me. I think it was just life that made us cry."

[levi-supreme]

You always manage to make me feel emotional with your kind words! You don't know how happy I am to see that my asks have the same effect on you that yours have on me ❤️

Even though we've known each other for over a year, I consider you one of my closest and precious friends. You were with me when I needed help with your sweet and reassuring words, despite the fact you had to face challenges too. Thank you once again! If I made it, it's especially thanks to you and all your support and for that I'm eternally grateful! I'm trying to take better care of myself both physically and mentally. Sometimes I still fell victim of doubts and self-loathing thoughts, but now I know I'm not alone like I thought before 😊

So happy to hear you treasure and cherish our bond! I feel the same and I hope our friendship will keep flourishing during this new year. Omg! it melts my hear to know you read our old conversations from time to time!! I do the same thing and it never fails to bring a smile on my face ❤️🥺

I Know how you feel, I know only two people who play acnh and I see them a few days a year. So I don't really have someone to talk to about the game either and I'm so happy I can share my thoughts with you! I found the first part of the game, where you still have to buy the house and collect the branches, really tiring. I stupidly chose an area of the Island with very few branches so I had to wait a lot to craft something 😭 On YouTube I found a lot of ways to earn more money, some of them are really creative and ingenious. I don't know if this apply to acnh too but some years ago I used to play the previous animal crossing game "new leaf". I often changed the date of my console in order to switch from one season to another to collect rare animals and then sell them at the museum. I made a lot of money this way! Unfortunately, I've never tried to see if it works on acnh, I haven't played the game for a while. When I'll get my hands on my switch again I'll definitely give it a try. So glad to see you're enjoying the game! I agree with you, it's such a calming experience. I love to interact with the various citizens and I get really attached to them so you can imagine the betrayal I feel when one of them moves away. I'm like "we created lots of memories together but I don't think I'll ever forgive you. What did I do wrong? I thought you were happy here" HAHA

Oh god, I can relate! On cities skylines it didn't matter what you did, citizens were always unsatisfied and it was so unnerving! 🙄

Mh I've never been really informed about the Pokémon franchise. When I was a kid I used to watch some films with my brother who was a big fan, but I didn't really understand much. I borrowed a Pokémon game years ago. However, I never finished it, but it was an enjoyable experience and I wouldn't mind to play a Pokémon game again. I'm pretty sure at home I still have some albums full of cards lol

Oh I can't wait to see what you have in store for us this year for Levi's birthday, you always have interesting ideas so whatever you have in mind I already know it'll be great. But don't feel pressured, do what makes you feel good and happy! 💕

I'm happy to know I wasn't the only shy follower here on Tumblr haha I think I've overcome my fears thanks to kind and sweet people like you who never judged us for our mistakes in English. I used to feel really insecure at first but talking with you has helped me to improve my writing skills in this language! Yes, you're right! We’ve come a long way together ❤️

I'm rooting for you! I'm sure your new semester will be great. Your motivation and efforts are admirable! Haha yes, that's something Levi would say, he may be blunt but he's such a wise and rational person. I love see you talking about the Reivi ship, in my opinion you two complete each other! You have different personalities and thanks to that you know what the other needs 🥰

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♡

I hope you're doing well and that you're taking of yourself properly! I love see you on my dash and in my notifs sunshine hehe 💖 ~[🧸]

Hello there dearest 🧸!! I'm sorry I took a while to reply!! I was busy spring cleaning and spending time with my bf haha. Not sure if you saw it, but SNK The Final Season Part 3 is airing in March and it falls on my birthday!!!! I'm so excited for it 😭💕

Hehe. I know I keep repeating this, but I'm really glad to have you here on my blog!! Your words brought so much comfort when I needed it as well, and I'm I was able to bring you comfort and support when you needed it too. I'm glad to have you as a dear friend on my blog 😌💖 I hope you're recovering well after your surgery too!! No doubt the road back to recovery isn't easy, and I'm sure there will be many difficulties along the way too. It's also not wrong to have negative thoughts sometimes because we're all human, but I hope you'll have the courage to continue moving forward!! I'll always be here when you need someone to talk to 🤗

Hehe I finally opened up Nook's Cranny, I made the furniture for all three new neighbours, and now I'm just waiting for the last person to move in!!! Also, I planted lots of flowers to try and get a hybrid, and I got my first pink windflower!! It's so annoying because different guides and YouTube videos will talk about different ways to get hybrid flowers, but I just stuck with the standard 2x1 block and yay to having my first hybrid flower!!! Oh, I used to play animal crossing pocket camp on my phone too!!! But I didn't like it after a while and deleted it 😂 and haha about that method you said about changing the date!! I see people doing that on acnh for breeding hybrid flowers, so I'm sure if will work for you when you try it hehe.

Oh wait, you mean the villagers can move out...???? O.o oh no I would dread that day so much though.... hahaha but I'm still pretty far from end game anyway so I don't have to worry too much for now 🤭

I haven't touched cities skylines since Christmas lol!!! Partly because I'm playing with the switch most of the time now hehe. Plus, my bf and I also got the ps5 around the same time we got out switch too, so now we just alternate between these two lol!!! He plays God of War Ragnarok on p5 and I'm on the switch. If I'm playing the ps5 I'm playing crisis core reunion and he's on the switch playing GTA HAHAHAHAH. I kept trying to convince him to buy Cooking Mama Cookstar on the switch and he judged me so badly for it, but now he enjoys playing Cooking Mama more than me 😂😂

Hahaha I actually never played any pokemon games before lol!!! I only watched the anime when I was young, and my knowledge of pokemon stops at the first 151 pokemon from the Kanto region lol. I'm actually more of a Digimon fan than a Pokemon fan!!! I but then I have those Pokemon toys that used to come with McDonald's Happy Meal, and I remember having pokemon cards too haha, but I have no idea where those cards are now :(

Yes indeed I have a new idea for Levi's birthday this year!!! I think having the 'adventure calendar' countdown idea might be a little repetitive for the third year, so I'm thinking of something interesting for this year!! I can't wait to share that idea with everyone when the time is ripe hehe.

Haha, we all are shy beings ultimately, but there are so many nice people over here that make us feel comfortable too!! I was like you, so I totally understand how it feels to talk to someone you really admire and look up to hehe. We've really come a long way together, and I'm thankful to have you and your supoort!! <33

Levi is indeed blunt and direct lol, but that's a contrast to me as well because sometimes I talk too much, and I may sugarcoat my words because I don't want to hurt the feelings of others too. I love talking about Reivi so much haha, because in my head I honestly think Levi and I would be perfect for each other 🥺😭 I wrote so many things about Reivi and why I love my selfship, and it makes me really happy to see people like you who validate and support my selfship fantasies 😭💕 I used to be a little reserved when I started to talk about self-shipping here because I was worried that no one agreed with me, or enjoy seeing things like that on a supposed Levi writing blog. But I'm thankful to have the support of you and many others who enjoy reading my selfship content, and thank you for enabling the Reivi ship to continue to sail over here 🥰

I'm sending this lovely message back to you as well because you make me happy!!

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♡

I appreciate you sending me all these lovely asks all the time, and for chatting with me too. Thank you for everything and I hope you're taking good care of yourself too! I also love seeing you in my notifs ✨️

[despairforme]

He was stuffing a banana in his face, feeling moderately not straight. He'd read online that bananas and going to the gym went hand-in-hand, so yeah. He had a protein bar in his pocket for later (it would definitely melt from his body heat but whatever ). He should bring something to drink too, huh? Water would be best ( he'd read that too ), but it really was too difficult for him to pass on the opportunity to drink something sugary, so he was going to buy himself something when he was out. Bringing a water-bottle from home seemed a little try-hard. He was going to the gym regularly now, and he'd even gotten comfortable enough to not have to go at the fucking break of dawn. Like today - he was going in the late afternoon. Seeing how STRONG he was had been a huge confidence boost. Sure, Nnoitra had always known he wasn't weak, but in terms of muscles - he had always felt like he was lacking. Now that he could see just how much he could actually lift? His thin build was starting to not bother him AS MUCH as before. He tossed the banana peel in the one and only trash-can he had in his apartment, and scored, surprisingly enough. He'd used to be on the basketball-team in high school before he lost his eye. Seemed he hadn't completely lost his touch. He pulled his hoodie over his head, checked he had his phone and keys and gym-access card, and then he headed out the door.

There was someone in the hallway, for once. Nnoitra rarely ran into the neighbors since he left at such odd times of the day. A tower of groceries and boxes was making its way towards him. Behind was a guy, Nnoitra guessed from his legs ( the only visible part of him ). Oh DAMN was it tempting to just push the boxes! He caught himself though, it was probably not a good idea to get on bad terms with even more of the neighbors. The hallway was quite narrow. If Nnoitra had tried, there would've been enough room for them to pass each other, but instead, like an asshole, he stood still right in the fucking middle. His day was going good, and seeing this guy stumble, trip, and drop everything he was carrying would be funny as hell. There was a bump when the man walked into him. Nnoitra stood firm, not budging so much as an inch. It was only a half-success, because only the top two boxes fell onto the floor. There were no sounds of anything breaking.

The guy behind the boxes was ( to Nnoitra ) somewhat short. He was dressed in clothes that made him seem out of place in this shitty apartment complex. Nnoitra guessed they were about the same age - maybe the guy was a little younger than himself. The guy started off strong, speaking to him in an annoyed, somewhat assertive tone that Nnoitra hadn't expected. He took a complete 180 when he realized he'd been talking to Nnoitra's chest. This wasn't uncommon. People were intimidated by his height ( and his overall slenderman appearance? ). The guy flushed comically and actually dropped to his knees. To pick up his stuff, sure, but Nnoitra definitely felt like some evil overlord at that moment. It was funny to him, so he grinned.

❝ Tesla, huh? ❞ The guy had introduced himself. An easy name to remember. Like the car. ❝ Yeah, I moved in 'bout a month ago. ❞ He answered while he watched Tesla ' get the boxes out of his way ' ❝ I ain't seen ya 'round either. I've only met two 'a 'da neighbors. 'Da assholes livin' one floor down. ❞ Nnoitra pointed with his thumb down to the floor. ❝ I told 'em 'ta shut 'da fuck up, 'n if they fight 'n scream at each other when I'm trynna sleep, I'mma shut that shit up permanently. ❞ He lightly tapped his fist against his palm. He supposed everyone in the apartment complex had heard that couple fight. Hell, the whole fucking BLOCK probably had. They had kept it down ever since Nnoitra had knocked on their door and told them to shut the fuck up. He thought he'd done the whole building a huge favor. ❝ I'm Nnoitra. ❞ Better introduce himself, so this Tesla guy would know which name to put in his thank-you prayers the next time he was able to get a good night's sleep.

Human AU Starter for @despairforme:

Tesla, for the most part had a pretty steady routine down by now, a solid monday through Friday in the office, Monday through Thursday nights were for practicing taxidermy, Friday nights were for going to any bars or other spots that caught his interest, and weekends were to buy and sell specimens and rest before the coming week. Besides the occasional wrench in his plans, he'd been content with his mundane life. Not happy, not at all, but content. He had no true drive in life, really, and took things day by day, preferring to distance himself from his worried parents and (worry them more by) moving into this cheap apartment in the city.

But he liked it here; no one knew him, and everyone kept to themselves, leaving him to his own devices, especially after word got around the building that someone saw him carrying a taxidermied two-headed baby lamb into his apartment, and later, several chemicals for preserving remains. Yes, his day to day wasn't exciting, though he yearned for something new by now, and no one he's met has even been much interest to even look at.

Which brings him to today, during a rare day off mid-week, he's carrying bagged groceries on his arms and a stack of precariously placed boxes full of pelts in front of him, blocking his view. He knows the path like the back of his hand by now, and most of his neighbors on this floor tend to avoid him as he passes through, so when he hears a door close up ahead, he thinks nothing of it.

Until he hits something that Tesla can only describe as SOLID. The top two boxes of pelts fall to the floor with a muted thud, and Tesla huffs in mild annoyance, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow to collect himself just before looking up at whoever he had bumped into.

"Look, I'm sorry, but you should watch where you're going, and before you try to pin this on me, I didn't mean to bump into you, I couldn't see past all these obvious b--..." He opens his eyes, and blinks.

Oh. That's not a face. That's a chest. He looks up, which, being only a little under 6ft tall is a foreign enough feeling to him. That's a face. A very unique one. Handsome, is the first word to come to mind, as he notes the taller man's sharp features. Suddenly, Tesla's neck feels too hot in the collar of his shirt, and he's bowing his head and kneeling to grab the rest of his things, restacking the boxes.

"S-sorry, let me get these out of your way--I...I'm Tesla! I uh, do you--do you live here, too? I haven't seen you around the building at all, yet!"

[robinette-green]

I AM BITING AND SHAKING YOU OVER THE MOST RECENT CHAPTER OF TWO HUNTERS AND A BLOODSUCKER

The cliff scene oh my godddddddd Solaris is such a dorrrrrrk and I fucking love it just let me smooch him alreadyyyyyyy-

And the way Lucien still obviously harbors feelings (see snuggle scene from previous chapter) but doesn't wanna let them show- ahhHHHHHH

I’m glad you like the story! I’m having a lot of fun writing it!

Writing that scene with Solaris made me smile as I was typing it out. I love my boys so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hopefully I’ll soon be writing cute little things for Lucien too but I need top get them through this hunt and back onto the road.

Purely because I also would like to kiss Solaris (god I wish these guys were real) I changed the story a little… Have some good soup.

(For reference (for the outside observer): The reader has just lost there hold on a cliff face and fallen but Solaris caught them. Solaris is Sun and Lucien is Moon)

"Hi," I said, a little breathless, turning to look at Solaris.

"Goodness. I'd thought you'd never fall for me. Seems today's my lucky day."

Grinning down at me, this man decided this was the perfect moment to say the most cheesy flirts I'd heard in years.

I couldn't help myself.

Laughter bubbled from me as I clung to Solaris in an attempt to not fall again. I wasn't sure if it was because of the frantic scramble to save Leonela and the near-death fall or purely the fact that he had decided now was the perfect time to say something like that, but the whole situation was suddenly hilarious.

And my laughter was contagious. Solaris started to laugh as well. Soon we were clinging to each other, bodies shaking with murth as we tried to stay quiet and not fall to our deaths.

This is not cannon to the story:

Catching my breath, I grinned up at Solaris. Lost in the adrenalin and hilarity, I said

"I fell for you ages ago. This was just a coincidence."

My brain caught up with my words, and my smile dropped. I shouldn't have said that! This was bad.

Solaris's smile left his face, but he didn't look upset. Longing had replaced the murth that had been there moments before.

"I know." He murmured.

I could have had a relationship with this man and his brother if I wasn't a vampire. They would go out and fight dark, evil creatures while I kept the home warm and ready for their return, working in a smithy for some extra money. We would have the summers together, going on adventures or staying home to snuggle up on the couch. Maybe we would even-

My train of thought was smashed. Solaris's warm lips were pressed to mine. I had been so swept up in what-ifs that I hadn't noticed him leaning forward.

I let out a squeak of surprise and pulled back, meeting his eyes... then I leaned in and pressed my lips back to his, my arms sliding around his neck as we melted into each other.

Maybe I could have all those wonderful things with my hunters...

(These two are hanging onto a cliff face several feet above a raging ocean in a storm… perfect place to make out)

[hajimeiwaswife]

AUGUST | CHAPTER 1: BODYGUARD

[Masterlist]

Chapter 2

Summary: You're marrying Izuku Midoriya in September, but he gets an emergency call from All Might's old agency in the U.S., requesting his services for the entirety of August. A death threat directed at you for being his partner has his hair on edge. However, the always responsible, caring and heroic Shoto Todoroki comes to your rescue, offering to take care of you for the whole month. Who would have thought that 31 days were enough to make you reconsider your engagement with the number 1 hero and fall in love with the Icy Hot man who held your hand during the last breeze of summer?

Warnings: Everyone is 25 more or less, death threats, manga spoilers, 1st person pov.

Wc: 3,2K

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I observed my fiancé packing his suitcase in a rush, sweat falling down his temple to his sharp jaw and slowly traversing his neck, which was decorated in hickeys and love bites from the night before. My saddened gaze had him stopping a second to look at me; he bit his lip in conflict, not knowing what to do. Duty called him, but I needed him and there was no way he could leave me after that morning's correspondence.

Izuku took a couple steps closer to me and, gently, he pressed his palms against my cheeks to frame my face and lean into me to give me a quick peck, a too short one for my liking. I wanted to whine, to beg him to stay and cuddle me, to ask for his unlimited attention for the rest of the summer, to be selfish although I knew he needed to part.

His fluffy and messy green hair moved slightly at the rhythm of the air conditioner, which prevented both of us from roasting to death from the unmeasurable heat of the summer. 31st of July and the Tokyo streets had become a cement volcano, the pavement lava that could melt your shoes with a couple of steps.

"Stop pouting, please, it breaks my heart." Izuku begged in a whisper, now pressing his forehead against mine in a tender gesture he liked to give, nuzzling our noses together.

"But I'm gonna miss you." I mumbled, hands grabbing his wrist next to my face, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"I'll miss you, too, baby. Trust me, I don't wanna leave." his lips started spluttering butterfly kisses along my cheeks, his hands coming down to my neck, "But I have to." he sighed, "Think about it, when I come back, we'll be getting married!"

There he was, the Izuku Midoriya I knew. The optimistic man I fell in love with a few years ago and that I couldn't help but admire with all of my heart. Even though I knew he was right, and that a month wasn't that much time, it still hurt. Yes, I had spent more than 31 days without him during the course of our relationship and I endured it. This time was different, though: it was a month before our wedding.

The golden ring in my left ring finger was proof of the incoming ceremony that would officially unite the unconditional love we've been forging for the last five years and I couldn't wait. I would be Y/n Midoriya at last, getting the chance to call the man in front of me my husband. Only the thought was enough to make me dizzy in a very pleasurable way.

I nodded to him, opting to pass my arms down his and hug his waist tightly, earning a chuckle from the pro-hero. "My clingy girl, you're so lovely." the man murmured in my hair, kissing the crown of my head.

The truth was, he was worried as hell. That same morning, after a good cuddle session and a shared romantic breakfast, two contradictory messages arrived: one on his phone and another by mail.

David Shield, the former teammate of All Might, requested his services urgently in Washington. Nothing else was exchanged, apparently the mission was so secret he couldn't even write on message the purpose of it. Izuku knew Shield would definitely not contact him was it not important, so, much to his despair, he started packing the moment he finished reading what the older man had sent.

Me, on the other hand, had gone to the post box to get the daily mail, only to find a couple of bills, fan letters for Izuku sent from his very own agency and a letter with no sender but directed at me.

I had left everything at the breakfast table of our balcony and opened the white envelope with my name on it. It was strange, to say the least, when I found no handwriting, but a collage of newspaper and magazine clippings that formed four sentences that had my blood running cold:

To Y/n L/n,

Look under your car, on the bottom of your bed, inside your drawers and in between the cushions of your oh so expensive coach. No need to remind you that expensive and explosion share the first three letters, you know where to look first then, don't you? The Symbol of Peace tried to erase everything dear to us back then, so now we are ending the root of his happiness. Nothing personal, girly, we hope you have a delightful funeral.

Signed,

The League of Villains.

It had been the breaking sound of a porcelain cup of tea what awakened my fiancé's heroic instincts, finding me wide-eyed and shaking in the middle of the balcony. He was panicking, trying to get me to talk to him and only earning the letter pressed into his hands.

Not a second after, he had taken me out of the building with his One For All speed, called his agency and the police and directed the whole inspection of both our belongings in search of a bomb.

I was still sweating in fear, recalling the events of just two hours ago, when luckily nothing had been found. Even though it had been a false alarm, I could feel the uneasiness of those who lived the war in first hand nearly ten years ago, the tense jaw of Izuku was proof enough for me to notice something was no right.

"I don't want to leave you alone." the number 1 hero had said, grabbing the phone to call David Shield and explain the reasons of why he couldn't go.

"Don't be silly, they need you." I tried to reason with him, taking his phone away from him and faking a smile for his own sake, "And nothing happened, right? It was probably some crazy fan or hater of yours trying to pull a joke."

"But-"

"No buts! C'mon, lazy ass, get your stuff prepared if you don't want me to push you to the plane myself."

Of course I didn't want him to go and I was frightened to the core, but it was his job, I knew what I was getting into when we started dating. However, the realization of him gone just before our wedding was what upset me the most, provoking my pouting and clinginess later.

While I was getting cuddled by my fiancé for the last time in a month, the bell rang, indicating that someone had come to probably fetch Izuku. Reluctantly and with a loud groan, I left him go, feeling the start of his chuckle just before he opened the door of our shared apartment.

The sight of three pro-heroes surprised me, watching them entering the place with imponent presences. I recognised them, of course I did, they were not only leading the list of the top ten pro-heroes, but they were also close friends with Izuku. I hadn't interacted with them that much, only when I would go along with my fiancé to some gathering, chit-chatting with some of them.

The first one I noticed was Tenya Iida, more known as Ingenium. He was on my right side, always taking care of Izuku and being a good friend. For what I had observed and for what Izuku himself had told me, the man was a very responsible and trustful person.

Then Katsuki Bakugo, the second-best hero of the world, more known as Dynamight. He wasn't my cup of tea, always blaspheming and spitting hurtful things towards my lovely man, who tried to tell me multiple times that Bakugo didn't mean the things he said. Most of the times, at least.

And last, but not least, the third-best hero of the planet, Shoto Todoroki, more known as... well, Shoto. He didn't really break his head on the class where they had to decide their hero names, as Izuku had commented once. I really didn't have a steady opinion on him; true it was that he was a good friend to Izuku, but he was a person of few words and too stoic to interpret his reactions to anything that happened around him. His heterochromatic eyes were as helpful to guess his feelings as mist on the road.

I frowned, wondering if they came after hearing what happened that morning or if they were here to say goodbye to their friend. For what it seemed, they didn't notice me, too focused on whatever Izuku was saying.

"Y/n! It's good to see you okay, we are grateful it was just a scare!" Iida shouted, moving his arms up and down to emphasize his opinion. Me, on your part, was busy calming my erratic heart, which decided to dance to the rhythm of a new beat after hearing the loud voice of the pro-hero.  

"Hello, Iida-san, it's good to see you." I bowed in respect, smiling a little to ease his worries, "And hello, Bakugo-san, Todoroki-san."

Shoto bowed back, but Bakugo just scoffed and made that face that he always does when he becomes irritated, murmuring about how he wasn't in the mood to take care of «shitty extras». Everyone seemed to be used to his outbursts, because they ignored him and walked to the couch to take a sit.

I furrowed my brows, Izuku's plane was leaving in an hour and a half, he should already be at the airport, so, what was going on?

"Y/n, dear, come here." my fiancé spoke in a tender tone, asking with his hand for me to grab it and sit next to him and Shoto, the last one being at my left. The cool temperature coming from his body was a relief even with the air conditioner on, "I hate to ask this from you, guys, but I think you're aware of what happened this morning."

Iida replied with an enthusiast 'yes', Bakugo said something as 'spit it, for fucks sake' and Shoto just nodded with a stoic face. What a picture.

"I have to go to the U.S. for the month and I don't feel at ease leaving her alone for that long. Her quirk is not suitable for combat and I'm worried that something could happen while I'm away." he explained, and I was starting to feel nervous of to where the conversation was heading to, "I know you're all busy, but I would be grateful if you could keep an eye on her, to keep her safe until the police solves the case about who wrote the letter. It probably won't take more than a week! So, please—"

"Izuku!" I cut him, wide-eyed and offended, he was planning this without consulting about my opinion on the matter.

"No fucking way I'm babysitting!" Bakugo screamed, eyes white and a scowl on his face.

"I'd love to, Midoriya, but my agency is on another important case right now!" Iida answered along with the other three of us, looking regretful about not being able to fulfil the task.

"I'll do it."

All of us turned to look at the stoic man who spoke, having the same unbothered expression as if he didn't commit himself to take care of me for however long it took the case to be solved. Shoto looked at us back, shrugging his shoulders and adding, "My father's agency and mine are working on the case, they have been interrogating my brother the whole morning. So why not."

I remembered then, the ex-villain Dabi, or Touya Todoroki, was Shoto's older brother. Poor man was probably facing a long day because of a jokester who decided to feign being the Ligue of Villains.

"Izuku, can we talk in private?" I whispered to my man, who just turned to me looking guilty.

"I know you want to refuse, and I'm sorry I'm putting you in this position, but I'm not risking it not being a joke."

The determination in his gaze told me that there was nothing I could do to take that idea off his overworked brain. Once Izuku fixed his attention on something, bizarre it was to convince him otherwise. Defeated, I sighed, not in the mood to argue with him before a month-long trip; if it was going to help him sleep at night, I could bear having a bodyguard from time to time for a few weeks.

"Thanks, love." he kissed my temple, earning a blasphemy from Bakugo and a coo from Iida, "And thanks, Todoroki, it means a lot to me."

The number three hero just hummed and waited for Izuku to keep talking, though that time it was me who decided to step in, "When you say keep an eye, what do you mean exactly? Just passing by from time to time to see if I'm still alive, right?"

The nervous chuckle that fell off my fiancé's mouth was enough to make me groan and he apologized once and again, pressing his hands together and nearly praying to me.

"I was thinking," Shoto started speaking, hand on his chin and looking up while he spoke and surprising everyone when he took the initiative to decide about the dynamic, "that maybe I could come at mornings to accompany you to work and then I can pick you up from the office and drop you back here. And if you want to go anywhere, just let me know and I can accompany you or just keep an eye around to check if it's safe."

I blinked twice, processing his words and pondering if any boundaries were overstepped with his proposal. Truth was, going and coming for work wasn't too invading, and I could always lie about me staying at home if I wasn't feeling like having him around watching everything I do.

"And I'll be calling every day!" added Izuku, smiling, putting his hands in fists and nearly imitating the 'plus ultra' pose, "So if anything is wrong, I can pick it up. Don't worry, Todoroki's agency is a very professional one, they'll solve this along with the police in no time!"

Dear Lord, what was I getting myself into? The four men were looking at me expectantly, even Bakugo, trying to hide the curiosity of what my reaction would be. 'Fucking shitty jokester, if I catch you, I promise I will fill your asshole with fucking itching powder'. I was sure I would regret my decision, and I had to remind me I was doing it for Izuku before nodding, agreeing with both Izuku and Shoto.

"Okay." I said, a defeated sigh leaving my lips.

"Thank you, love! I love you, I love you so, so, so much." Izuku's voice said distorted as he kissed my face with enthusiasm, "I have to go, my car is here to bring me to the airport. We will talk this through more, I promise."

"You're leaving?" I asked terrified, realizing I still had three men in my house and that I hadn't had time to say goodbye properly to my loved one.

"Sorry, Y/n, I really want to stay, but I can't." Izuku said, he took his suitcase with him and ran to the door, waving at us.

"Please, keep in touch with me, send a message when you arrive." I begged worried, hands to my chest.

"I'll call better. I love you! Take care! Keep her safe, Todoroki-kun!" and those were his last words before rushing out of the apartment and leaving the four of us petrified in the middle of our living room.

Silence reigned, no one dared to move for a few seconds. I allowed myself to feel the change of my life in just a few hours: I passed from being in bed and having breakfast with my man to having him leaving in a month-long mission and a bodyguard for me because I had received a death threat.

The uncomfortable coughing from Iida brought me back to Earth, observing the three heroes shifting from foot to foot for different reasons. Iida seemed, as mentioned before, uncomfortable; Bakugo looked pissed and impatient; and Shoto was just looking around, gazing at the pictures Izuku and I had hung on the walls.

"Would you... Would you like anything to drink?" I asked and pressed my lips together, waiting for any of them to say anything.

"Thank you, Y/n-san, but I have to go back to work. Duty calls and a hero must always be ready!" Tenya replied, nodding as if he was trying to affirm his claim.

"I have to go, too. Lost too much time with you, extras." Bakugo commented, walking confidently to the door and opening it, not offering any of us a single glance nor a word before leaving.

"Sorry for that! He's just like that, I'm sure Midoriya has already told you about his behaviour since they were kids."

"He has, Iida-san, don't worry about it. I'll escort you out."

Ingenium bowed once we reached the door and, when he was satisfied about being polite enough, he turned on his turbo and disappeared from our sights. It was only the half cold half hot hero and me in my apartment, now.

I turned around to look at him and saw him scribbling something in a piece of paper. I approached him, curious; he heard my steps near him and directed his heterochromatic gaze to mines. I lifted a brow and smiled at him politely, only to have him offering me the piece of paper where he was writing just a few moments ago.

"My phone number." he said, then took a card out of his pocket and gave it to me, too, "That's my agency number. You have both in case you need it. Also, my email is in the card, too." I nodded, overwhelmed and he continued talking. "What schedule do you have at work? I would like to be here ten minutes before you leave, just in case."

I swallowed the spit that was accumulating in my mouth from how much I was sweating in general. The real deal of actually having a somewhat bodyguard was hitting, and it was hitting hard, "I- work from 8:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. I have a pause of half an hour to eat, and then I work from 13:00 p.m. to 17:00 p.m."

Shoto hummed, nodding and opened his mouth to ask again, "How far is your office from here?"

"Oh, that, yeah. Just ten minutes, I actually work for Izuku at his agency as a translator and interpreter."

"I see."

His dry demeanour made me nervous, it was hard to know what he was thinking. I decided to write my schedule for him, not expecting him to remember it only by telling him once, but he stopped me.

"No need for that, Y/n-san, I'll be here tomorrow at 8:10 a.m. See you."

He bowed to me, not giving me the chance to reply or to bow back before he directed himself to the main door and stepped out, closing the door after him. I was left speechless at his... special behaviour. I just wished they could find the author of the note as soon as possible and for August to finish before I could miss Izuku.

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[wellpresseddaisy]

Long Ago (and far away)

Part 7

Not wanting, Severus mused, was so much easier when your hand wasn't tucked into the crook of a very tall and broad gentleman's elbow, and you weren't being gently but firmly led places. 

For a Saturday, Diagon Alley was thankfully quiet, which he put down mostly to the appalling damp. They'd stopped at Madam Malkin's first. Hers weren't the best quality, but they'd needed quick and serviceable. A bit of a glamor over his face kept her from asking too many prying questions as she made adjustments to a ready-made suit and over robe. And Riddle being charming about lost luggage put paid to questions about him. But now they headed toward the bank, and Severus found himself nervous. If the Goblins took offence, or worse, blamed him...he swallowed down nerves.

"Are you certain you're up to this today?" Riddle asked, voice warm with concern.

"I'd rather get this done today," Severus replied quietly. "I would like to have one day of quiet."

"I am sorry for upsetting your...well, your entire life, really. I did rather drop you in it." 

Riddle patted his hand where it rested on his arm.

"You are exceedingly lucky I had a headache." Severus answered with some asperity. "I tend to hex first when I'm not half blinded with pain. And I'm lethal."

"As well you should." Riddle chuckled, leading Severus up the broad steps and into the polished marble halls of Gringotts.

They took perhaps four steps into the bank proper before a Goblin approached them. Severus felt the magic of his glamor snap under the wards as the fierce guard regarded them.

"You will follow me." He ordered, turning on his heel and making for the private offices.

Severus and Riddle fell in behind him, and Severus tried not to startle when two guards melted out of the shadows to bring up the rear. Severus allowed Riddle to pull him closer, having a stern word with his ego as the older man settled a hand at the small of his back. Just because he was capable of handling any threats didn't mean he always had to. He supposed.

They were waved into the Head Goblin's office, the two guards taking up residence just inside the doorway as they moved further into the room. Severus had never been in any of the offices before. The dark paneling lining the walls, heavy, velvet draperies over the windows, and deeply plush carpeting combined to deaden almost all sound save the steady scratch of quill on parchment. An elderly Goblin sat behind a massive mahogany desk, head bent over a ledger book.

"I intercepted them, sir." The Goblin leading them bowed at the Head Goblin.

"Good, Hrafgallt. You are dismissed." The Head Goblin finally spoke. "And you two can sit."

He didn't give his name.

Riddle ushered him into one of the padded chairs standing before the desk and then seated himself. Their escort left, followed by the guards. When the door closed, Severus felt a privacy ward snap into place. 

"Between the two of you, you have created several headaches for me over the past twenty-four hours. I do not care for headaches, gentlemen." He steepled his fingers and regarded them seriously. "Though it seems that both of you are more victim than guilty party. This." He pushed a craggy crystal forward on his blotter. "Is a message crystal. It is much more reliable than leaving a memory. It appeared on my desk yesterday morning. It was recently housed in the Sinclair vault."

Severus thought he'd heard the surname somewhere. Beside him, Riddle stiffened.

"Yes, I see Mr. Riddle recognizes the name. Pierce your finger and swipe it across the base." The Goblin held a pocketknife toward Riddle, handle first.

Severus watched as Riddle took the knife and knicked his forefinger. He let the blood well for a moment before smearing it over the base of the crystal. A flickering figure snapped into view, stepping off the crystal and trailing a glowing thread of magic back to the rock.

"Hello, Da-Thomas, I suppose. Your Auntie Ro wishes me to send her love to you. We didn't get to know you in this incarnation, but Aurora tells me you grew to be a fine man. As the you who existed here is legally considered dead, your situation is perhaps a touch precarious. I wish to offer you adoption. It's not precisely done, but it's what I would have offered had Ro and I found you in our...well, reality, I suppose. It won't change you, but it will give you a name and a family. I hope you will accept this. No matter your decision, you are my heir and you will be cared for. Know that we tried to find you...hold that with you always, dear boy. May the light of your magic guide you always on the right path."

The figure faded away. Severus blinked, casting a sideways glance at Riddle who hadn't moved since the figure stepped off the crystal. Acting instinctively, he rested his hand over Riddle's forearm. Riddle startled then folded Severus' hand between his.

"They were very dear to me, where I came from. I would like to accept Martin Sinclair's offer of adoption." Riddle's voice came quiet and choked when he finally spoke.

"That, of course, makes my life much less difficult. Establishing an identity is tedious in the extreme. Sign here." The Goblin pushed a single sheet of parchment and a quill toward them.

Riddle took the sheet in his free hand and spent several minutes scrutinizing it before he signed. Severus only just quashed his curiosity.

"Congratulations." The flat, perfunctory way the Goblin spoke had Severus biting his lip. "You are now Darius Riddle-Sinclair, head of the Sinclair line. Will you submit to a lineage test?"

"I will, and thank you." Riddle-Sinclair (and didn't that answer why Tom Riddle never seemed to sit gracefully as his name) answered quietly. 

"It is not for you that I carry out my duty." The Goblin spoke quietly. "Your lineage and the vaults it will open will leave my domain stronger. Pierce your finger and apply seven drops of blood to this parchment. It has been treated."

Severus perked up next to Riddle-Sinclair. He'd had his students brew the potion and test it (one-on-one in his office at scheduled and staggered times) but he'd never seen it in official use. He resisted the temptation to scratch at the edge of the parchment. As much as he wanted to see if he could discern any differences in potion ingredients, he wouldn't disturb the test. 

Riddle-Sinclair again pierced his finger. Instead of leaving a smear, though, he carefully let seven drops fall. The surface of the parchment rippled like a Pensieve at each drop before it absorbed the blood completely. When the last drop fell, instead of being absorbed, it quickly traced the last generation of a family tree. Lines and names appeared and the parchment grew as it flowed back through the generations; not skipping secondary, tertiary, and even quaternary Houses. When the process concluded, Severus and Riddle-Sinclair leaned over the parchment. They nearly bumped noses with the Goblin.

Severus had never before seen a Goblin look so delighted and never wished to again. It involved a great number of teeth.

"As I had hoped, you are both the blood and Magic-sworn heir to Slytherin. And no connection to House Prince since the late eleventh century, which is always handy." He steepled his fingers and leveled a grave look at them. "I noticed Master Snape arrived under your chaperonage. I would be remiss if I did not warn you that continuing this would prove quite advantageous."

Severus barely smothered a snort. He'd never been an advantage in his life. And he was not thinking about the heir to Slytherin bit. There were only so many shocks one could absorb in a single day. A single weekend? In any case, he'd reached his limit.

"You have chosen," the Goblin continued as if Severus hadn't made a noise, "a young human of intelligence and…" he trailed off, actually taking in Severus' appearance. "He is at least correctly dressed, since you all set so much store by it.  And I presume you might have access to one of those hairdressers?"

Severus bit his lip, silently damning his sense of humor. One did not have a fit of the giggles at Gringotts.

"We had agreed on one day only of my chaperonage. Severus has been very accommodating, given that I quite literally appeared in his sitting room." Riddle-Sinclair spoke stiffly, offended on Severus' behalf. "I have no wish of trapping anyone in anything."

"I did not speak of trapping. You would offer him the protection of your name and position, and he could offer you safe navigation through an unfamiliar world. There is no shame in continuing an advantageous match, no matter how it began," the Goblin chided. "There is a contract between you families of some antiquity. It was, thankfully, updated in the early nineteenth century. It's unexceptionable. The Slytherin line would be head of house, but all assets belonging to Master Snape are to remain his own. There are no clauses requiring children. And, of course, a guardianship clause but that's mere social convention."

"I did not speak of shame, but of…" Riddle-Sinclair stopped and turned to him.  "Severus, what is your opinion?"

"If I could be certain that I can fulfill the contract and that I will not be a possession, then I have no objections." He had never even considered he might be in this position one day. "I would consent to you as my head of house."

Even though he'd been presented (had circumscribed his own life with his choices), he'd never expected an offer. Provided he could read a copy of the contract first, he would agree.

"I would never ask you to be anything other than wholly yourself, Severus. And I would never ask for more than you are willing to give." Sinclair-Riddle held his hand tightly, looking deep into his eyes, face grave and earnest.

"I have never considered a...love match. Honestly, I had never considered any match. I'll need to be free to work. I will not desert my Slytherins. And I shudder to think of what would happen to Potions at Hogwarts should I leave at present." Dimly, Severus was aware that his hands had gone ice cold and a sharp tone sounded in his ears. He seemed to be negotiating from very far away from his body.

"I'll never proscribe your work life, unless your work is actively trying to kill you, Severus. You will always be your own person." The steady warmth of his voice slowly thawed Severus' chilled person.

"Then I will seek the shelter of your House, for as long as you wish to give it." Severus felt the nascent bond from the previous evening flare to fullness at his words, the ones he never thought he'd say.

"Only as long as you wish to keep it." Riddle-Sinclair sealed the bond with the old words.

"Wonderful." The Head Goblin broke the moment. "Here is a copy of the contract you just fulfilled. Generally, I recommend one actually reads the text before jumping into anything, but humans can be so precipitate. The clauses you just agreed to were added." He handed a sheet of parchment to each of them. "I also took the liberty yesterday, when the bond initiated, to have a selection of the Slytherin bonding bands brought up from your vault."

Severus stared as he set a tray on the desk and removed the velvet cover. Silver bonding bands sat in the deep green velvet, untarnished by time. Or polished by an enterprising goblin.

"How would you know…" Riddle-Sinclair trailed off, tracing gentle fingers over the bands.

"There is Old Magic at work here. We were informed, suffice to say. I'll have the appropriate paperwork backdated and filed for you so there will be no hint of your human impropriety, as unrelated house guests are frowned upon for you, are they not, Master Snape? Especially with certain things coming to light, as it were."

Severus felt himself flush. He hadn't even considered that the previous evening. Frankly, it was only his home's location outside the magical realm that saved him from complete ruin. It was likely they would have wound up here, in any case, even without a contract.

"If you could make your selection?" He tapped a finger on his desk, clearly wishing to be rid of them.

Severus really couldn't blame him.

"I'd like to read the contract, first, I think, before we get into bands." Riddle-Sinclair decided.

Severus stared down at the parchment in his hands, barely taking in the words. The only absolutes he could see were reasonable ones—that Slytherin, as the older house, would take primacy; that the Slytherin party would serve as head of the Family and House; that the Prince party, if they made a curtsey at their presentation would accept guardianship; and that his assets remained solely in his possession—that ran in line with upper class magical expectations. It was more politicking and asset protection than anything else, with the addition of social cover for him.

"This is acceptable." He spoke quietly. It would have to be acceptable, in any case. They'd fulfilled it before reading it by binding themselves magically.

He wondered if this happened frequently, or if, perhaps, these ridiculous happenings were only features of his life.

"It is. I confess myself thankful that we had sensible ancestors." Riddle-Sinclair agreed and turned to the tray of bands.

Traditions varied, but most of the Old Families preferred bands to rings for marriages. Bands kept out of the way of wands and, generally, any research one might do. They were also much more difficult to remove by force.

Severus watched as Riddle-Sinclair ghosted his fingers over the tray, stopping at one set of bands. He lifted them out, a simple pair of plain-wrought cuffs, made in the likeness of twining snakes. They clasped with twined tails, two snake heads entwined at the front. Emerald eyes winked in their settings.

"Hmm." The Head Goblin looked up from his parchment when Riddle-Sinclair went looking for discs. "An interesting and fortuitous choice. It is said those were last worn by Salazar Slytherin and his consort."

He held his wrist out to Riddle-Sinclair, letting him clasp the band around his left wrist. For something wrought of metal, it sat warm against his skin. He clasped the matching band around Riddle-Sinclair's right wrist, and felt something flare between them, bright and welcoming, when he clicked the clasp into place. Their magic entwined as the snakes of their bands, thrumming and warm, binding them together fully.

"Now, if you see the teller on your way out, you will receive your vault information. Master Snape, we will be in touch. You may, however, rest assured that you will not be held accountable for the actions of Consort Malfoy."

They both knew a dismissal when they heard one. Severus rose on shaky knees, appreciating the arm Riddle-Sinclair offered. 

How his life had changed so drastically in three quarters of an hour, he would never quite know.

[missmorosis]

sick manager :)

-> feat. sugawara and kuroo

part 1 with bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima here!

genre: fluff!

synopsis: y/n, the manager of her school’s volleyball team, finds herself sick after days of hard  work, yet she still goes to school to support her team~ 

warnings: the reader is sick, and she passes out in kuroo’s scenario :))

pairings: sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader (separate!!)

total word count: 1.5k

a/n: OKAY SO HAHHSLKDFJ RIGHT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER I GOT SICK W/ A FEVER- I THINK I JINXED MYSELF OMG

i tried to make the scenario KINDA different, but with the same idea hehe

anYWAYS i’m so sorry if this makes like zero sense AHSLDKF- i wrote a lot while i was sick SO ill blame it on fever delusion if it flops 😌

OH AND THIS IS FOR @haikyuuheartsclub ty for reading the first one and asking for a part 2 hehe <33

You getting sick was inevitable.

You knew that you were bound to get sick with all of the work you had been doing and all of the late nights you spent preparing volleyball strategies, planning practice tournaments for your team, or studying until your eyesight blurred.

Being your school's volleyball team manager was not only hard, but it was ridiculously time consuming. Not to mention that you were bombarded with schoolwork, and you had exams coming up. Your stress levels had never been higher, and you were practically living off of caffeine with the amount of sleep you were always lacking.

So when you woke up with a sick feeling and the worst headache, you weren't completely surprised. Annoyed would have been a better word.

You knew that your team was getting ready for an important tournament, so you would have to stay extra long for practice. Groaning as you got ready, you weren't sure you could make it through the day.

You sluggishly pulled on a hoodie and brushed your teeth, taking note of how warm you felt as you washed your face. Grabbing a thermometer, you quickly measured your temperature.

100.4 Fahrenheit. Not too bad... just a low-grade fever. You tried to shrug it off and ignored how disgusting your body felt. You slung a backpack over your shoulder and walked out the door, heading to school.

You waited at the bus stop, shaking your head to try and make the sickness go away. When the bus arrived a while later, you plopped down onto the closest seat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing. You were just so... tired...

You drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of the bus driving across the road comforting you.

...

“Uh, Y/N?” Someone was shaking your side, and you immediately lifted your head from the bus window you were leaning on. It seemed like you just closed your eyes a second ago... where were you now?

"Mm?" you hummed sleepily, blinking slowly. You rubbed your eyes as the sunlight filtered through the window, and it made you feel warmer than you already felt.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but we’re already at school." You looked outside, and he was right; you saw Karasuno in the near distance. 

Your brain processed the fact that Sugawara, a third year from Karasuno’s volleyball team, was sitting next to you. You saw his blurred figure lean next to you, and he brushed some hair out of your face. His fingers grazed against your forehead, but he quickly froze. 

"Y/N- Y/N! Why is your forehead so hot?" He studied your face with concerned eyes, noticing how tired you looked.

"Hm? No, it’s not. It wasn’t that high when I checked... probably the sunlight..." you mumbled, leaning on the back of your bus seat behind you. You put a hand on your forehead, and it confirmed that you were indeed burning up; it was considerably warmer than earlier in the morning. You groaned and got up.

"You don’t look too good, don't you think you should go home-" Sugawara started, but you interrupted him.

"No, you need your manager today, you guys have a game soon," you said, your tone tired but strict. Sugawara eyed you anxiously, but you waved him off. "I'll be fine," you reassured him. Grabbing your backpack, you got up from your seat, heading for the bus’ exit.

Woah.

You knew you were sick, but you didn't think you would be this dizzy. Everything seemed to sway to one side, and you put one arm on the seat of the bus, leaning on it for support. You rested your head on your arm, and you felt Sugawara’s arm wrapping around you for support.

“Alright, now you have no choice. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not, clearly something’s not okay,” he told you, and you were too lightheaded to argue. You just nodded along and he helped you back into your seat. 

You clutched your head as you tried to make everything go away. Sugawara went to talk to the bus driver in the background, and miraculously, the driver made an exception for you.

“We’re ahead of schedule anyways,” the bus driver reasoned. He turned the bus around, heading back towards your house.

“Okay, now that that’s done, you can sleep if you want to. You could probably use the rest, I can only imagine how tired you are...” Sugawara said softly, and you gave a small nod. You scooted further down into the seats, making enough space for the boy to sit next to you. He gladly obliged, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you drifting off to sleep. Your head subconsciously drifted onto his shoulder, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, Koushi?” you mumbled, your voice coated with sleepiness.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.” Your eyes remained closed, and Sugawara couldn’t tell if the blush on your face was from your fever... or something else? 

“You need to take breaks, you know. You work really hard, it’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet,” he said, half jokingly. “Thank you.” You smiled, and finally fell asleep.

Kuroo found you in the classrooms; your head was down, and your headache was terrible. You were almost asleep; you were trying your best to stay awake, and you weren't sure how long you could keep it up.

He was walking down the halls, casually glancing into your classroom to see if you were finished, and he softly smiled at the sight of you.

"Tired, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, smirking as he tapped your shoulder.

"Hm?" You lifted your head up, surprised at the unexpected touch. "Oh- Kuroo, shut up," you replied, rolling your eyes as you stretched. He laughed and grabbed your backpack for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

“Ready for practice?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, and the two of you walked to the gym.

Your head was killing you with every step you took, but you had no choice but to ignore it. You looked to the distance, trying to ease your headache. Kuroo’s voice was slowly melting into background noise. 

Suddenly you froze and stopped walking, earning a curious glance from Kuroo. You were forgetting something...

“Wait- where’s my... backpack?” You spotted it on the boy next to you, and you shook your head. “Sorry, forgot that you had it,” you said, with a sheepish laugh.

“Something wrong?” he frowned. “You’re acting distracted... more distracted than usual, anyways.” You shook your head, deciding to keep your sickness to yourself.

“I’m good, just tired,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, and walked into the gym, you following close behind.

Only you, Kuroo, and the coaches were in the gym; you were early. You flashed a quick smile as you waved hello.

"Great, you guys are early. I have a couple strategies to discuss," the coach said, gesturing to a whiteboard in front of him. The two of you nodded, and he began to explain.

"Alright... if we're going to win this next match..." he started, but you couldn't make yourself pay attention. The only thing on your mind was how your head wouldn't stop hurting, everything seemed to echo, and just overall how sick you felt.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You snapped out of your sleepy state at the sound of your name.

“Wha-” You blinked, looking around at all of the eyes on you. You tried to remember what the others were talking about... oh. Strategies. Right. "I just think we... we need to..." You looked at thr whiteboard, but you couldn't focus. You swayed to one side, blinking hard. The world really seemed like it was tilting to one side... "Woah, sorry-" you tried to say.

"Y/N?" You saw Kuroo reach out towards you as you slowly lowered down into a fetal position, resting your head on your knees. "Hey, Y/N? You okay?" You swallowed.

"Yea- yeah. Just... give me a second," you breathed. You felt Kuroo kneel down next to you, and you were right; someone's arm wrapped around you for support, and you knew it was Kuroo's. You knew you were safe as you lost consciousness, falling further into his arms.

...

You awoke, and the first thought was how bright the gym lights were... they weren't this bright before...

"Oh- Y/N! You're awake," Kuroo said, rushing over to you. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're still burning..." he said with a frown.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I don't know, I've been sick all day and I guess I couldn’t handle it..."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. You smiled softly.

"It wasn't important... besides I have manager duties to take care of," you said with a sigh.

"Not if I can help it." He picked you up in one swift motion bridal-style, smirking as you struggled to get down. "I'm not letting you down; I'm taking you home and getting you some proper medicine for this fever of yours. Health is more important than volleyball." You huffed and flopped into his arms in defeat.

"Fine." You leaned closer into Kuroo's chest, and he smiled, satisfied with your surrender.

"That's my girl." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

A/N: THESE WERE NOT THE BEST- I ADMIT BDHDDJNDJEW

hopefully these weren't too bad though-

haikyuu taglist: (send an ask to get added hehe) @floralkawa <3

MWAHH THANK YOU FOR READING!!

[xmalfoyweasleyx]

No future with a boy like this - F.W

Summary: Fred disappoints you more than once, giving you no other choice, you had to let him go.

Warnings: ANGSTY, cursing, implied sex very briefly, FLUFF AT THE END

A/N: my firsts time writing angst and I really don’t know if i was overdramatic or not enough dramatic lol please give feedback

April- 1996 - Hogwarts

Y/n was waiting on the tribune next to the quidditch field. It was already getting darker now. An orange glow spreading over the field. The sun was going down already. She was sitting there for two hours now.

She promised herself she would stop waiting after an hour but here she was, still hoping he would show up.

It was her birthday, it was her fucking birthday. And this wasn't the first time. It started with little dates, he forgot them sometimes but y/n didn't mind, he made it up every time.

He hurt her by forgetting those things all the time. But it was Fred Weasley after all. You knew this was coming when he became your boyfriend. You even got used to it. He was always busy. That's just how Fred is.

And here she was again. Trying to not let the tears of disappointment fall down on her cheeks. She felt miserable and decided to finally call it a night, going back to her dorm. She was exhausted.

Walking down the corridors, she saw Fred. He was just sitting there, laughing with George. That's when it was clear, he wasn't even late, he just forgot.

He saw her and smiled, walking her way, but she turned on her heals immediately. "Y/n!" he screamed confused. He followed her and his long legs made it easy to catch up.

She didn't answer, finding it much harder to hold back her tears now. "Y/n? Hey? What's wrong?" he asked.

Y/n stopped abruptly. "You really don't know?" she hissed.

A confused look formed on his face. "What do you mean"? he stammered. A tear fell down her cheek and his face was full of guilt now, without even knowing what he did.

"You forgot", you snapped, "again!"

He was thinking for one minute. It really took him one minute. What was wrong with that boy?!

Suddenly a wave of realization hit him. "Fuck." he squealed.

Y/n didn't need this shit right now, and ran away before he could say something. Making him run after her. "NO y/n wait! I'm so sorry, I won't forget next time, I promise, I'm so sorry" he begged while grabbing her arm, pulling her closer to him.

"You say that every time Fred" she sighed, another tear fell down.

It broke Fred's heart. It really did. He didn't mean to forget this things, he didn't want to hurt you. His mind was just so full all the time. So many things were going on in those brains of his.

"I mean it, I'm sorry, I love you y/n" he assured.

And she fell for it, like she always did. It happened every time. Fred said things that made her melt, and she forgave him. It was nothing new. Because how could she not? The sweet boy didn't mean to hurt her, she knew that, everyone knew that.

But still, her friends warned her. There was no future with a boy like this. It couldn't stay like this. So she swore to herself this was the last time. She made that clear to Fred too.

Because what if he's the love of her life? Her future? This was her last year after all, y/n’s future was right in front of her. What if Fred was her future? You both couldn't give that up.

May- 1996 - Hogwarts

Everything was alright.

They were okay.

And Fred hasn’t been late for a whole month, sounds like nothing special but to him and her it was.

This weekend y/n was going home, and not just home, but with Fred.

After a year it was time for him to meet her parents. Fred claimed he was the perfect son in law, so he didn’t hesitate to agree. Y/n was nervous and excited at the same time.

Ready in her dorm, with a portkey, she had her favourite sundress on. She was waiting for Fred but he didn’t show up. Okay it was only 15 minutes now, but with their little history it made her nervous. She was absolutely sure Fred wouldn’t forget this. He can’t forget this.

20 minutes later she was still waiting.

No. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t be.

And then, she found a note under her potionsbook. After reading only one word, she was already furious, a growing heat filling her cheeks.

Dear y/n, love

I remembered. I swear. But I just won’t make it. I’m not feeling okay and I think I might have a fever or something. I don’t want to make you or your parents sick, so I’m staying in my dorm.

I love you, kisses Fred x

She didn’t really know what to think. She was so disappointed, again.

But she could’t blame her boyfriend for feeling sick. Although she had her doubts, what if this wasn’t true, maybe he lied because he did forget it?

No, no, she had to trust him. Fred wouldn’t lie to her. So she grabbed the portkey and went to visit her parents.

Alone.

-

When she traveled back to Hogwarts it was late already, past midnight. Y/n hoped Umbridge wouldn’t catch her.

The corridors were empty, completely silent. This was not unusual. Most of the students were already asleep this late on a Sunday.

Unexpectedly, she heard gigles and laughs coming from around the corner. Did it come from the library? It couldn’t be. Not at almost 1 am.

She went closer to listen. Y/n placed her ear on the door. Was it... Was it...? No. No.

Did she hear Fred’s voice?

She really hoped she was just imagining this. Maybe she should trust Fred more.

But just checking won’t hurt right?

So she tried to open the door. It was locked.

“Alohamora” she whispered.

What she saw broke her heart into a million pieces.

Angelina sat on a table, with Fred extremely close to her, giggling. George and Lee were there too.

She couldn’t believe her own eyes. Looking silently in Fred’s shocked ones.

“Fuck” he sighed. “Y/n-“ he tried.

But she cut him off before he could say anything. “No, I don’t wanna hear another silly explanation from you, it’s enough, I don’t want to see you ever again” she screamed with tears in her eyes, making her vision blurry.

Y/n ran away, faster than ever so Fred couldn’t catch up this time.

“Stop!! Stop!” she heard him scream behind her.

She ran and ran, not even knowing were to.

“Let me explain” another scream followed.

That’s when she ended up in a corridor she didn’t know. A dead end. Ofcourse.

She gave up and stopped. Fred ended in front of her, breathing loudly, trying to catch his breath.

“Baby I-“ he tried

“Don’t call me baby, this is over” y/n cut him off.

Fred was speachless, for the first time in history. He didn’t realise this truly happened. He knew what he did wasn’t okay, but he never expected her to actually broke up with him. It just didn’t occur in his mind this was a possibility.

“But.. but...” he stuttered. “I swear, I can explain, what you’ve just seen, it wasn’t what you think it is. I’ve told you about the shoppe George and I want to open, right? It’s actually going to happen. We’re leaving hogwarts. That’s what we were doing, we were planning things. Tomorrow we’re going to blow up Umbridge, no not literally blow up, but with lots of firework! And then we’re going to open the shoppe together. It’s my dream y/n!” he rambled excited.

Y/n sighed. Understanding why he did this, but it didn’t change a thing.

“That actually makes things worse Fred. I’m happy your dream will come true. But you’re leaving and I’m finishing my year. When are you going to have time for me if you run a shop? You didn’t even have time for me now.” she cried.

Both of them were crying now. Knowing the break up was really going to happen. Fred wanted to keep fighting. But he knew she might be right.

A little sob left his mouth, something he never did before. She was right. He truly loved her but he couldn’t give her the happy future she deserved. He wasn’t right for her, he didn’t treat her the way she should’ve been treated. And the idea broke him. And that’s when she walked away.

They didn’t see each other again afterwards.

The next day, y/n laid in her bed when she heard fireworks, knowing what happened. She couldn’t go outside and watch...

Happy screams and laughs filled the castle. And that’s when she realised Fred and George were gone now. It was reality now. They won’t come back. Although a little part of her hoped they would stay. A little part of her thought Fred would come to her, begging her to stay with him. But she guessed he just didn’t love her enough.

After all the times Fred broke her heart, she was kind off used to it. But those heartbreaks couldn’t ever overcome this one.

August - 1996 - Diagon Alley

The summer was almost over, y/n graduated two months ago. The heartbreak still hurted but she was better now. She still didn’t know what to do now that she’s graduated.

Hermione decided you two had to go shopping. “It’ll make you happier” she stated like it was an actual fact. Y/n couldn’t say no of course.

Y/n’s breath hitched. A big clone of Fred’s face right in front of her (or George). This had to be their joke shoppe. God, it was more impressive than she expected. Guess you should never underestimate the twins.

“Let’s go inside y/n!” Hermione announced excited, grabbing her arm trying to puch her inside.

“Oh no no no no no, I don’t think that’s a great idea” she hesitated.

“Don’t worry, it’s so busy, Fred won’t see you” she promised her. Y/n sighed. She really didn’t want to go inside. She’d love to see the shoppe, but seeing Fred...

Whatever, it was true. It was so busy so Fred won’t ever notice her.

They entered, y/n was surprised, it was wonderful. Fred and George must have worked so hard to get to this point. God, she loved the place.

It brought back memories. All those joke products, most of them were used on her, she remembered. Fred thought it was hilarious to prank her literally all the time, being proud because it was something he invented himself. She couldn’t be mad about it, it made him so happy.

The place even smelled like him.

Y/n took a deep breath trying to gather all of the smell, in hope it would stay in her nose, so she could remember it back home.

She closed her eyes and imagined how it could be, if they didn’t broke up. How she would probably come here everyday to say hi, how she would watch Fred all day doing his job.

And then... she saw him. In his uniform, he stood there proudly on the stairs above her. Smiling happily, seeing all those laughing people because if his work.

He was happy. Fred missed y/n but he was happy. He thought a lot of all the things he did wrong. Although he didn’t really have time to worry.

Y/n sighed, it’s been months. Her heart was glowing inside her chest. She didn’t even feel sad any more. This was what her boyfriend always dreamt of. Her ex-boyfriend.

She turned around deciding it was not smart to look at the beautiful boy, the boy who still made her knees go weak.

Fred’s smell was more vibrant than before now. Almost like he was right in front of me.

Ow, love potions, of course.

Of course she still smelled Fred in it.

“I smell honey, flowers and vanilla soap” she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear, almost making her jump.

“F-fred, hey” she stuttered, in shock by the fact he’s standing right in front of her.

“You look great, changed your hair” he smiled. It was true, y/n cut her hair a little shorter and decided to give it a lighter colour for the summer. The typical breakup haircut.

“Fred do you want to... talk... please?” she asked, knowing it wasn’t a great idea. She wanted to just run away after she realized what she said.

“We could go upstairs, talk in my appartment”

October- 1996 - Diagon Alley

“Come on darling, George opened up already!” Fred screamed running through his kitchen while jumping, trying to get his pants on. He grabbed an apple as breakfast.

Y/n ran to the kitchen too. “I thought you changed the being late thing” y/n joked, yes they joked about it now.

“You were the one holding me up this time” he smiled adding a wink. “You just can’t resist me in the bedroom” y/n answered daring.

She grabbed him by his collar, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I have no choice with the sexiest girlfriend in the word” Fred grinned, pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Baby, you’re wearing your uniform backwards” he laughed.

Y/n worked at the shoppe now too.

When she asked Fred to talk, they actually talked for hours. They talked about what went wrong in their relationship, about what they had been doing in those months they broke up, talked about how they still had feelings,...

And after two hours they made up. Both being happier than ever, deciding they learned from their break up.

Fred asked her to come live in his apartment and work in their shop too. Y/n didn’t hesitate for a moment. She designed their boxes or packages and talked to costumers. But most of all she distracted Fred by rolling her uniforme skirt up and bowing down to ‘grab’ something. Sometimes he took her back to the appartment because he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Y/n now knew, the breakup was necessary. You both learned. And now you’re happier than ever.

Because after all, Fred was your future.

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