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annieintheaair · 7 months ago

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If you like red hot chili peppers, 4th of July weather... you're gonna love liking me spicy

I was on Catalina Island one summer with my aunt, uncle, and cousins when I was a teenager. We were on a tour when we came across a buffalo giving birth. Everyone was taking pictures. I don’t know why but I didn’t feel like I needed a photo. My uncle said something to me about how the best photos are in our minds and don’t require a physical photo. While I don’t have a photo of the buffalo that day, I do have the photo in my mind.

Over the years, Dan and I never took many photos. While I find it sad sometimes that we didn’t have more, I know in my heart that all those mental images, the photos in my brain, are safe where no one can take them away from me. With him gone now, the pictures in my head are almost like a secret that I hold, only to ever be known by myself and Dan. There’s something special about that.

I got home last night and looked through some mostly blurry photos from the day. Nothing really captured any of it properly. When the night came to a close and I rode on the front of the boat, the wind blowing through my hair, and I didn’t have my phone to take any pictures. I sat up there and watched at least 15 different fireworks displays around the lake. I don’t think any picture would have captured it the way that I’ll forever remember it in my mind.

A lot of life lately hasn't gone as planned and I've had a lot of difficult days with low motivation. I somehow managed to survive my five-day stretch, with not much accomplished during the day at home. I made it to some yoga classes and tried to work on projects for my second job. When I do make it out to run errands, it often feels like I need to just keep going before I go home and quit before I get far enough.

When I finished my stretch of five on Tuesday, I decided I'd try to power through the day as best as I could. I only took about a fifteen-minute nap that afternoon before I had to get ready for yoga. My dad texted me reminding me that it was Taco Tuesday so I decided I'd go to MiCocina for dinner after yoga. I was the only person on the patio but I sat out there enjoying my brisket tacos and skinny smash margaritas.

Do you ever feel like you're really enjoying something and then something sneaks up on you and tries to ruin it? That's how I felt eating dinner that night. I turned around, and even though I had been to that MiCocina many times, and that shopping center even more times, I never noticed the church there. I immediately had to Google it. It looked so familiar to me, almost identical to the church that Todd tried to show me in Arkansas. As it turned out, the Marty Leonard Community Chapel here in Fort Worth was actually designed by the same architect, E. Fay Jones, who designed Thorncrown Chapel, in Arkansas. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew that this chapel was here in Texas.

Anyway, I got home from dinner that night and went straight to bed. I considered stopping at Central Market but decided against it and instead drove back there on Wednesday before work. I picked up some food to get through the week and even bought fruit to make sangria.

I was a little disappointed Wednesday night since the people I was supposed to work with all dropped and called out at the last minute, so I ended up being the most senior person on my crew. It wasn't terrible but it wasn't the best either.

Thursday morning, the 4th of July, I had an easy ride home without traffic. It was a nice change. I got some work done and then took a nap on my couch for a bit and then headed out and arrived at the lake by 4:30pm.

We spent some time on the dock, grilling, eating, and drinking, and then at around 6:30pm, we took the boats out to find a spot for the fireworks. We dropped the anchors and everyone got out to swim and float as we waited for the sun to set and the fireworks to start. It was so amazing the way that we could see at least fifteen different fireworks displays all around the lake. I had never seen so many going off at once so it was quite the experience. It was a lot of fun so I didn't take many pictures but here are a few:

Maybe this year has been so unexpected and so far from the plans I had in my mind, but I'm learning to accept the changes in my life, knowing that God has a plan for me, even though sometimes I struggle to understand.

The ride home felt extra long last night. It took me nearly an hour so by the time I got home, I was hungry and it was midnight. I made some gnocchi with pesto and watched TV before asking my dogs if they wanted to go to bed and they both immediately jumped off the couch.

I'm flying tonight but we have a lot more ground time than normal so I should hopefully be able to get some decent sleep. I'll be off the rest of the weekend when I get home at 6am tomorrow and then unfortunately go on reserve on Monday. I'm hoping to meet up with a new friend from bff, Gina, so we'll see what happens with that. My realtor has also been looking for places for me and saw a townhouse the other day that I really liked but they wouldn't accept a 2-year lease, which made me too nervous to go through with it.

Well, who knows what the weekend will bring!

xoxo

Annie

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seradae · 2 years ago

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Title: "From Ashes to Laughter: Lessons Learned from an Accidental Inferno"

[Applause]

George Slaughterhammer: (Grinning, with a deep, booming voice) Thank you, thank you. It's an honor to be here today, sharing a tale that's sure to warm your hearts – or at least, it warmed the hearts of an entire village. Literally.

(Chuckles, then shifts to a more serious tone) Now, I know what you're thinking: "A half-orc on the stage? I must be dreaming!" But trust me, folks, when I say I've learned a thing or two from my little mishap. So, gather 'round, and let me regale you with the tale of my last adventure, a little escapade I like to call "Oops, There Goes the Village!"

Lesson One: Communication is key. (Waving hands expressively) As a half-orc, I'm no stranger to the importance of clear communication, especially when casting spells. You see, I had this brilliant idea to impress the villagers with a stunning display of magical fireworks. What I didn't realize was that "fireworks" could easily be misheard as "fire works." So, when my fellow adventurers and I shouted our intentions, it was like a game of Telephone gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Lesson Two: Know your audience. (Leaning forward, raising an eyebrow) In retrospect, perhaps a village made entirely of wood wasn't the best place to showcase my pyrotechnic prowess. I should've gone for a nice stone castle, or better yet, a fire station. But hindsight is 20/20, right? And speaking of hindsight, it turns out that villagers have a very different sense of humor than half-orcs. Who knew that they wouldn't find the irony of their village burning down as amusing as I did?

Lesson Three: Timing is everything. (Laughing softly) Now, I'll admit, I could've picked a better time to debut my fire-based spectacle. It just so happened that the village was in the midst of its annual "Wood Appreciation Day." The timing couldn't have been more perfect, really – as the embers rose, so too did the villagers' appreciation for the beautiful, flammable material that made up their homes.

Lesson Four: Keep a cool head. (Smirking) As you can imagine, the villagers were less than thrilled with my impromptu performance. But hey, you can't win 'em all, right? It's important to keep your cool, even when your surroundings are heating up. Literally. So, as the villagers grabbed their pitchforks and torches, I did what any reasonable half-orc would do in that situation – I told them I was actually auditioning for the role of the village fire marshal. They didn't seem to buy it, but it bought me enough time to make a hasty exit.

Lesson Five: Turn your missteps into learning opportunities. (Nodding thoughtfully) You know, they say that every cloud has a silver lining – in this case, it was a smoky, ash-filled one. I may have accidentally burned down a village, but I learned a whole lot in the process. For example, I now know that villagers are highly flammable, as are their homes. And their livestock. But more importantly, I've become an advocate for fire safety and education, making sure that villages everywhere are equipped with fire extinguishers and flame-retardant materials.

So, there you have it, folks – a tale of misadventure, remorse, and a whole lot of smoke. I hope you found it enlightening, if not downright hilarious. Just remember, when life hands you a flaming disaster, don't let it burn you down. Instead, rise like a phoenix from the ashes, and bring the heat with a healthy dose of humor.

#chatgpt #gpt4 #i need to hire a voice actor

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midnxght-sweet-time · 3 years ago

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ఌ︎𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎- 𝚖𝚎- 𝚗𝚘𝚝ఌ︎

❥︎ Paring: ༄Venti x GN!Reader

➳ AU: Fixer!Sagau

⚠︎ TW: Angsts to comfort. Tears, lots of tears. Alcohol usage. Spoilers for Venti's story quest.

᯽ A/N: Venti time! Yall Venti simps get in here to the train of hurt of le grieving child-

❦︎ Tags: @anemoarchonhoe @chihawari

"Make a run for it!"

The sound of machines spinning and planting itself onto the ground. A dreadful noise of an initiating blast accompanied with the screeching of the air of something incoming. Right as your feet left the ground, a hot violent blast that pushed you even further in the air before landing into the arms of your savior.

"Your glider! Pull out your-"

Venti couldn't finish his sentence when the anemo that lifted up his feet disappeared, leaving you to suddenly fall to the ground, grabbing the petite boy with you. Both of you groan in pain, especially your Archon friend whom you fell on top of. "Oh my dearest Creator… I better be rewarded with the finest of wine for this." Your mouth opened to reply, but the loud stomping of the ruin guard approached made both of you freeze in place. It's a large robotic foot about to squash you both like a bug before the sudden shot of electro hits directly at its core, stunning it.

"Get up you two! Stop slacking!" The high pitch voice of Paimon woke you both from the trance. "Heh, you're one to talk." You retorted back with a sassy tone before getting back up to your feet, helping Venti along. Your hand grabbed the handle of your sword before lunging forward and digging the blade into the already damaged core. The ruin guard, now defeated, collapsed to the ground with sparks of electricity escaping into the atmosphere. To think this large machine was a huge threat before, but then flopped with only two attacks.

Your breathing rage at your victory. Had Aether not come sooner, you'd be sent back to your world and had to wait another whole week before getting back in. Perhaps playing the game from the comfort of your own home sounds easier than actually fighting monsters yourself with the addition of awaiting pain, but it wouldn't make much of an impact in the world than it would with you isekai'd here. Especially with the amount of bugs and limited choices that were given to you from the computer's programming. If only any device can handle the magical properties of whatever was blessed into your creations to come to life and can drag you into its suffering. Anymore than the initial design already given and your computer is pretty much screwed.

Come to think of it— you should really get a new computer. If one day the whole thing dies by Genshin alone, all your files are gone.

"Commission complete." Aether rests his sword on his shoulder, a triumph smile on his face as Paimon floats around him with glee. Venti wipes the nonexistent sweat from his forehead with a sigh of relief. "What a workout ey?" He joked, giggling to himself with his all well known cheeky smile. "You didn't do anything!" Paimon scolded, as the floating child stiffened her limbs in the opposite direction of Venti, her body language mimicking the irritated expression on her face. "Hey, I saved our grace from possible demise." He held his hand to his chest with an offended look. "If I wasn't there to catch them, they would have been blasted to oblivion!"

"Okay okay settle down. Let's go back to Mondstadt, we got mora to collect." The blonde haired male discarded his sword with a swift motion that it disappeared into the light of day. You turned to follow your companions but a hand grabbed you from behind. "Hey, I'm still getting that wine right?" The face of the anemo archon displayed a pouty face a sad puppy will make when it disappointed its owner. Giggling at his desperations and love for wine, you nodded and his face lit up like fireworks with a wide smile of joy. "Meet me at Stormterror's Lair. On the top of the tower." He lets go of your arm and slowly walks back to the edge of the cliff. "I'll be expecting you by sunset. Don't keep me waiting!~" His child-like voice echoed in the air as he jumped, a gust of summoned anemo carried him off the ground, his bright cyan glider shone with a magnificent glow before he flew away like a free bird. You smiled as you watched Venti's figure growing smaller and smaller.

You created such a little rascal.

Twilight comes as the sky is painted in different shades of yellow and orange that's mixed with the blue sky that will soon turn dark. As the sun slowly sets on the horizon, acting as your timer, you search around the tower you teleported in, eyes scanning for the bright colors of his appearance that stands out like a sore thumb in the dull backgrounds of the tower ruins.

"You finally came, Your grace."

Turning around, you see Venti. His back was facing towards you as he looked out the sunset. Your feet hesitated for a moment, before deciding to carry you towards your friend. A bottle of wine was then presented to him as your voice follows; "Here is your wine, Venti."

He didn't move.

That's strange. Normally the wine loving bard wouldn't hesitate to snatch the first bottle that was presented to him, for free no less. But here he is, sitting still as his eyes were glued to the setting sun. You noticed his face had a solemn look to it. His eyes hold emotions indescribable, but you can just barely make out one of them– doubt.

Everything was silent, as if time stood still. Your hand stretched out with a bottle of wine towards him, the bottle dripping with water that melted in the foreign temperature it was in.

"Venti?"

Nothing. No response. This moment of him can be comparable to Albedo's longing stare, stiff and focused. His so still you wondered if your computer crashed on you again.

Perhaps if he doesn't respond to Venti, maybe–

"Barbatos."

Finally his eyes look up at you, like a lost child that finally found his mom. A small smile that looked weak and tired, found its way to his cheeks. "Thank you, your grace." He took his wine and rested it between his legs. His delicate fingers meddled with the cord before pulling it open with a satisfying pop. You watched him downed his beloved nectar with a blank face.

"I shall go now-" "Wait."

That same hand that stopped you before, he didn't look at you this time, the deafening silence came back again. But only for a brief moment.

"Could you… stay for a while. I want to talk. Please stay, your grace."

Without another thought, your body moved on its own. Sitting down next to Venti as he takes another sip of wine. The breeze flows through your hair, a feeling of tranquility washes over you.

"You don't have to call me 'your grace' y'know. Just call me by my name." You looked over to see Venti stopped drinking for a moment. He placed the bottle down before speaking. "Why so? You are our creator are you not? Isnt it only right to refer to you formally?" You cringed at his explanation. Yes you are their creator, the very person who designed them, but you'd really rather be on relatively normal terms with them. Being worshipped isnt your favourite thing in the world, praises are nice but Its more preferred for designing the characters and giving love to them. "Well, Im like you per say. I rather be a normal person than be seen as some 'god'." Your hands moved in an awkward way as if following the words you say to which Venti chuckles to your antics.

What a strange god you are, maybe you arent so different from him like what he intially thought. But there is still one belief that gnawed in his mind.

"Do you see that area over there?" He pointed towards the small land surrounded by shallow water. Some slimes claimed the land as they rest peacefully in the shadows of the tower that loomed over them. Windwheel asters softly spin to the breeze that it catches, dancing to the atmospheric rhythm.

"Yes. Why?" You were confused as to why a small patch of land concerns him. His eyes trained onto that area with a longing look, almost daydreaming.

He took a sip.

"I met him there. The strings of his lyre, lured a spirit that would admire." Venti's voice spoke with a poetic musical voice that rung through the air like a soft whisper.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. His friend. A bard you never finished creating, a character design in development hell. The nameless bard, 'Venti'.

You can hear choked sobs from the man beside you. Your eyes widen at the sudden vurnability. "D-did you– planned to have him killed? To be slain just for a good story?" Tears streamed down like rain, he held onto the wine bottle fondly before drowning his sorrows in wine, only to open to them more.

"No! I didn't-" how are you going to tell him? Will he even believe you?

"What is the purpose of our e-existance? For yo-ur entertainment?" He starting coughing, choking on the alcohol that slid midway in his throat. He felt an aching pain in his chest, one that not even the coldest wine can cool down. The burning sensation was far more painful than any alcohol he had. The lost of his friend was something he hasnt recovered yet.

A sudden warmth engulfed him, arms wrapped around his fragile being, holding him like he was so close to breaking into a million pieces. The impact almost made his previous wine fall if he had not immediately caught it in time. But the hug isn't what surprised him, it's the genuine sobs that complement his. He can feel the tears lightly soaking his clothes and the gentle, broken voice of his creator–

"Im so- so-rry. I never m-meant for any of this– to happen. P-please– I'm a terrible god!"

The air felt gloomy, everything felt like a blur. Venti's mind was as blank and distorted as the ruins they sat in. He couldnt think straight, all his brain tells him is to let his heart out. Tears streaming more and more aa he tries to comprehend the situation.

Its so dizzy, feeling like he could passing out.

He didnt even realize he had his own arms wrapped around you for support, crying onto your shoulder with the smell of alcohol lingering on him. Though the stench made you want to choke, you tolerated it. The only thing both of you can focus on is comforting each other as if the world doesnt matter.

"I forgive you…"

You sniffed, seizing your pitiful sobs as you held him tighter. In response he burried his face by your neck, his rouge strands of hair tickling your skin, making you feel a little bit itchy. The warm sun sets and a cold blanket of wind engulfs you two in it's embrace. Everything fell silent again, only the occasional sniffs and sobs can be heard as you held each other fondly. Your whispers of apologies rang in the bard's ear and with every word was replied back with a forgiving tone.

A few more minutes of holding each other, your eyes close with the fresh air filling your nostrils. Your once heavy heart can now let go of your worries and relish in the change. But it didnt last long as you hear the sound of glass breaking right next to you and the feeling of something wet soaking your clothes. Slowly turning to your side you find a puddle of red liquid–

Oh, its just Venti's wine. He dropped it.

"Venti?" Your left ear twitch at the sound of soft snoring. The boy's posture slumped againsts you and his hug loosen. His body weight dominates yours as you struggle to even keep balance. The wine soaked into your clothes further and the glass dangerously by your side, making it even more of an uncomfortable situation to you.

Ah shit. How were you suppose to get up now?

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #sagau brainrot #sagau genshin #sagau angst #genshin sagau #fixer sagau #fixer sagau au

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ronearoundblindly · 3 years ago

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The Dignity of His Choice (8)

[sorry for the delay, the majority of this chapter was hand-written and took a while to type up]

Badge, Part One (see previous or series)

gif by @justconfettiandsomeddew; dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Steve's three months alone. (Warnings for annnngst)

“So I’m standing there—” Steve sniffs in the frigid, late-morning air “—ring in my pocket, praying she doesn’t touch me, though Lor’ knows I wouldn’a been that mad, and it nearly—” he grunts to heave the bucket of fresh water up the bank until a plateau “—scraps the whole plan.”

Steve laughs softly, climbing back up the mostly frozen ground to get a good handle on the bucket.

“‘Course, little did I know I’d of had just as much luck at that moment as the actual, planned version. Fireworks display. Two goons in the woods scaring the stuffin’ outta her. All that without me telling anyone.”

He makes his way back to the cabin, coughing every now and then from the dry scratch of his throat. He had an asthma attack for the first time in almost a century last week, so he takes it slow on the steep terrain.

“Gah,” he huffs, pausing within view of his tiny, makeshift home of…he’s lost count of the days, honestly. “I’m surprised she even said yes.”

Steve gets the water inside, partially filling the wash basin first, but letting it all sit and warm slightly before he braves a drink. From his pocket he pulls out his compass, which he no longer needs to orient himself within a five-mile radius, and sets it beside the basin, open.

“You’d’a loved her, Pegs.”

When he first came here, Steve lamented never changing out the black and white photo of Agent Carter for yours. Long ago you swore up and down that it was crucial Steve keep reminders of his life—his whole life—all around, and you knew Peggy was a big part of that. So he kept the little token in place as a testament to how far he’d come. Now he’s glad. If he had changed the photo, if he spoke to you as if you were here, he’d have gone insane already.

Peggy is like the Howling Commandos; Steve knows she’s not here and she’s never coming back, but you… He needs to hope you’re coming back, or rather, that he’s going back to you. He doesn’t want scrambled memories of things he actually told you and things he muttered to an inanimate bit of tin clasped at his side, but it’s too quiet. He can’t say nothing for months on end.

Instead, he focuses on water, food, and fire.

His normal spot on the stream was too narrow and completely froze over a while ago, so it takes him more of the already shortened daylight hours to handle the water portion of survival. As for food, he’s somewhat unwillingly connected to his Irish roots while out here, finding and maintaining Bucky’s potato farm that exists in the crawl space below the cabin's floorboards. Steve found Megaspud early on, ate what he could, and used the rest for fertilizer. He maintains even a small fire (which luckily doesn’t produce light outside the cabin) in order to keep the ground beneath the structure from freezing.

To say Steve’s been ‘eating lean’ would be like saying people went on a fad diet during the Depression. His body shows it finally, after so long, though he’s by no means the skinny thing he used to be. The serum can’t maintain the bulk of his normal physique without more sustenance, and without all the help the serum can offer, his body reverts to some old habits. Hence, an asthma attack in winter on the tundra that took him by such surprise he had to dredge up memories of how to help himself without medical assistance. He did not miss how scary those things are. Not one bit.

Steve takes it easy. He hates it. He’s miserable, and even though the days are shorter, everything drags on and on and on.

He should be able to handle this.

He’s not. Not well at least.

He reminds himself every single sunrise that you are safe because he’s alone here without you. He reminds himself every single sunset that you are not alone even though he isn’t there with you.

Steve also reminds himself that he chose this—you did not—so he compresses all his discomfort, his annoyance, and his hopelessness into a pit in his stomach that likely weighs more than his actual body at this point.

He doesn’t talk to a photograph of you, and he tries so, so hard not to think of you too much because by now he can’t get Buck’s questions out of his head. What if you hurt yourself? What if you move on? What if you already—no. He just can’t.

There are only two ways nights go for Steve Rogers out in the woods: he dreams of you or he has horrible nightmares. One is both, your scream at his funeral. They are all equally painful, and he dreads sleeping. He just has nothing else to do.

He’s jolted awake by that mourning wail he’s memorized. It’s still dark. In the back of his mind, your cry is still dying out, and Steve can even feel the force of your breath at his neck as if you’re right behind him, matching in misery.

He sits up covered in a cold sweat that only gets colder. He suppresses another coughing fit because he still aims to keep quiet at night in case—

In case there are footsteps…

Which…there are.

He doesn’t move until he can hear the rhythm. It’s not an animal. The sounds are too heavy and clumsy.

Steve slides himself through the trap door to his potato farm and out the crawl space opening in the back corner. He know a particular path of roots and rocks, things that he can step on without crunching any snow.

He feels like an idiot. He didn’t grab Nat’s pistol, but he’s not used to reaching for a weapon, just his shield, and he only brought the one Wakandan mantle for himself from the quinjet. Taking both would have been too obvious.

Steve makes his way around the tree line carefully to see the approaching threat. The moonlight is strong enough to give him away to a trained eye. If they have infrared or night vision, Steve’s already made, but he operates as if not.

Two figures slowly move forward, no weapons that he can see. They don’t split up to flank the cabin.

Then they do stop, right in the middle of the open patch that could loosely be defined as a front yard. Strategically, that’s nonsensical, but Steve will take an opening to attack wherever he can.

All Steve hears is “give me hi—“ and he thinks they are arguing about who gets control of him first. Like hell if he’s been out here this long just to be taken prisoner, so he lunges straight for the smaller figure.

And then a hood falls down.

A gun goes up into his face.

The moonlight hits as the other figure turns to him.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were never supposed to see him like this.

“What are you doing here,” Steve rasps to Bucky. The plan explicitly required no one ever find out about Buck’s cabin. He and Bucky agreed that Steve would just be brought home. “Why did you bring her?”

This is wrong. Steve’s not ready. He’s a wreck. He’s a shell of who he’s supposed to be, of who you remember, of who you deserve.

But you are here.

“Is it over?” He turns to Bucky, the gun lowering as his friend juts out his head toward the cabin. He’s grateful Buck takes the lead to get you inside because Steve’s suddenly all too aware of how baggy and dingy his layered sweaters are. He’s grown a beard, and his hair is long over his ears. His skin is probably paler than a ghost with a stripe of red sunburn across his cheeks. He’s dirty.

His shame and embarrassment take him over to the wash basin instead of you. He can’t look at your face in the smoldering firelight. Bucky sits you down and takes post at the window.

You’ve said nothing, not a single word, and since Steve is fixated on scrubbing the ingrained dirt off his face, he waits.

Bucky strides away from the window to whisper (proper super-soldier whispering that no human even an inch away could hear), “there was an incident. She had a knife.”

“What?” Steve’s voice is gruff, flat and disbelieving.

“Stark told me when I landed.”

Steve just falls at your feet, grasping at your hands, pulling the thick sleeves of your jacket back and over a watch, trying to find scars or bandages. “Keeps, what happened?”

He finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, and you stare, gaze flickering across all his changed features before landing down at his hands in yours.

“I wanted cake.”

It’s your voice. It’s so simple, just three words, and it is everything. It’s also—wait, cake?

Steve bursts out laughing, tipping backwards to sit on the floor, hands slapping over his mouth to smother the sound. He throws his arms wide and turns to Bucky. “She wanted cake,” he practically sings. His whole body shakes with amusement, his first real laugh in months.

Your brow creases in anger while he howls which only makes him happier, unfortunately. You’re so you, and he so loves you.

“Steven Grant Rogers.”

You’re so stern; Steve just can’t help smiling up at you. You move to cup his face in both hands very tightly. He can tell how weak he is by how much he feels the pressure of your palms in his hollow cheeks.

You give his head a little shake, leaning forward to get close, eyes watery and glistening with unfallen tears. “Where the fuck have you been?”

A whiff of your shampoo hits him like a freight train. His heart races. That pit in his stomach starts to form its own gravitational field. He’s barely Steve Rogers.

“Hell, love.” He gently places his hands over yours. “I’ve been in hell.”

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza

[Next part]

#steve rogers fic #steve x reader #steve rogers #fanfic #fools rush in #steve x you #steve rogers fanfiction #series #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america x you

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xiaosmoon · 3 years ago

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congrats on 1.8k !! <3 can u do hand holding prompt no 4 and 11 w thoma ??

FESTIVAL FEVER

prompt: hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding & not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd (+ some night time snuggles)

summary: festival time with thoma!!!

pairings: thoma x gn!reader

warnings/content: fluff

note: okay so i ended up adding the prompt into the fic, but it's not the main focus lol oops

festivals in inazuma were always spectacular. seeing everyone come together to celebrate the beginning of summer has every citizen hustling around the city to get things done. yoimiya with her firework display, the yashiro commission organizing decorations, and even the raiden shogun was looking forward to the festivities this year.

"no, the fireworks have to go on the opposite side! we don't want people's houses catching on fire now do we!" shouting at people to follow directions wasn't exactly how you were planning on helping out this year. but having such an important job like this meant no time for slacking. even if it meant you had no time for thoma.

both of you knew very well that you couldn't hangout until the actual festival. exchanging quick good mornings and good nights was all you had time for. coming home this evening feeling sweaty and dirty from the day's hard work was both a rewarding feeling and quite disgusting.

you make your way to the bathroom, stripping yourself of all of your grimy clothes before stepping into the steaming shower. feeling the water run down your body felt unbelievably incredible after such a long day. your legs were sore, your back ached, and all you needed was a nice good nights sleep.

your efforts were rewarded almost immediately by the archons. the person you were longing the most to see was waiting patiently for you in your bedroom like the gentleman he is. when thoma walked into your place with his spare key, he was calling out for you, checking each room to see where you possibly could have gone. he was beginning to grow worried but when he saw the light seeping through the bathroom door in your bedroom and heard the water running, he knew you were just getting ready to end your day.

the thought of joining you in the shower did cross his mind if he's being honest, but the shyness in him didn't let such thoughts grow into actions. so here he was, finally ready to snuggle under the covers with you after so long. once he heard the shower water stop running, the butterflies in his stomach came back. he felt like a little kid waiting for his crush to enter class.

he hasn't seen you properly in what felt like forever, so being a bit nervous was normal, right? you stepped out, looking comfortable in your nightwear. thoma's cheeks turned to a noticeable shade of pink. of course you would be in your nightwear, why didn't he think this through?!

when you finally looked up, the sight of thoma scared you at first, causing you to scream... also causing thoma to scream back.

"thoma?! what in the archons are you doing in my room?"

the heat only began to rise to thoma's ears. "i- uh, well you see.. ihaventseenyouinsuchalongtimeandireallymissedyousopleasedontbemad." he quickly brought his hands to cover his eyes.

your mouth was agape, staring at the golden retriever of a man in front of you. a soft and excited smile soon replaced your lips as you softly pattered over to meet him. you stood directly in front of him, reaching out to grab his wrists, forcing his hands away from his eyes. thoma's eyes were still closed shut. you giggle a bit at his state— oh what would you ever do with him. "thoma, you can open your eyes dummy. i'm not naked." hesitantly, your lover fluttered his eyes open, staring directly into your orbs.

you couldn't contain yourself anymore. before thoma could make any other move, you tackle him into a sweet kiss, causing him to fall back onto your plush bed. the kiss was shared with joyous laughter and sweet touches. oh how you missed him.

"nice to have you back." you said in a hushed tone, pressing one more kiss to the corner of his lips before rolling off his body to lay next to him.

"thank goodness the work for the festival is almost done. i just have a few more check ins during the morning before the actual event and then i'll be yours for the rest of the evening." thoma's eyes glistened with adoration. he wanted nothing more than to spend the evening with you at tomorrow night's festival.

a date night was very overdue.

you pull the covers over the two of you before getting closer to thoma. instinctively, thoma wraps his arms around your warm body, pulling you as humanly possible closer to him. "sounds good to me. night thoma." the yawn in your sentence was enough to tell thoma you were done for the day.

smiling to himself, he pressed one last sweet kiss to the top of your head. "goodnight love."

walking into inazuma only an hour before the festivities were to begin was such a euphoric feeling. smelling all of the delicious street food that was being prepared, children running around with masks on, and even the elders chattering on about how beautifully decorated the city looks.

no doubt you were very proud yourself. it was only with the contribution of everyone that this festival was able to happen and that just might be the beauty of it all. too busy admiring everything with doe eyes, you were taken back by the hands that came behind you all of a sudden, now covering your eyes.

a body behind you pressed up against your back and you felt his lips brushing your ear ever so slightly. "guess who." the innocent giggle that left your lips made thoma laugh too. your laughter was just so contagious.

you turn around into thoma's embrace. he greeted you with a quick kiss before taking ahold of your hand. "come on, let's go! i don't wanna miss out on any of that mochi."

you two enjoyed the festival together tremendously. eating tons of delicious food, playing silly games that thoma was oddly very good at, and getting your fortunes read (the fortune teller told you that she saw you having many many children in the future, causing thoma to choke.)

"come on, let's find a nice spot to watch the fireworks. trust me, you're not gonna wanna miss this show." thoma took ahold of your hand, intertwining it with yours. oh how perfectly it fit in your own, like two pieces to a missing puzzle.

he kept you close to his body, trying to not lose you in the crowd. after a bit of walking, you both were able to catch some fresh air. the roaring sounds of the festival cheer was quieting down with each step you took.

soon enough the chirping of crickets and the nighttime wind was all that filled your ears. the sound of peace. "here, let's sit." both of you sat on the the grassy floor, a perfect view of the firework show.

"how did you know where the perfect viewing spot was?" you look up at your lover to ask. he smiled, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "yoimiya owed me a favor. it should be starting any moment now." and as of right on cue, the first firework boomed into the sky, showering the sky in magnificent shades of purples and blues.

you were in too much of an awe to speak. the colors kept coming and coming, one after another. each firework bringing you the same amount of excitement if not more. thoma tried to keep his eyes on the show, but how could he when he could watch your priceless reaction? the way you looked right now made thoma fall even more in love with you than he already was.

once the show was over, you turned immediately to thoma with the biggest grin on your lips. "that. was. amazing."

thoma chuckled, nodding in agreement. "it sure was, yoimiya never disappoints does she." you smiled in response.

tonight was perfect. and you hoped there would be more where you can watch fireworks with thoma right by your side.

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canmom · 3 years ago

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one thing that's maybe... interesting is that the narrative they're pushing about this whole affair is that the queen has performed 'seventy years of service', so that's why we're throwing her a parade and all this shit. which is interesting because it reframes the idea of monarchy: rather than us being servants to the monarch, you see, the monarch has actually been serving us by uh.... living in a literal palace, showing up to various ceremonies now and then, some vague diplomatic role, putting her signature on the bottom of laws, quietly squashing laws that would reveal her finances...

obviously it's a sham like. if literally anyone else worked the same job for 70 years - a cleaner, for example - would they get a parade, light shows, fireworks, aerial displays, billboards, all the rest of it? of course not, the whole idea is laughable.

this is why the 'queen has been dead for years and they pretend she's alive using deepfakes and actors' conspiracy theory is a relatively productive one, orthogonal to whether it's true, because it raises the question of what function the queen does play for the state. this country's nationalism, like many others, rests mainly on nostalgia, and the queen is one of the only symbols of that nostalgia that still commands any sort of wide esteem. her children are not nearly so well loved. deposing the queen and declaring a republic, even if barely anything changed about the running of the country, would be unthinkable, there's some sort of short circuit in the minds of british people when it comes to thinking ill of her, but the question changes considerably when she's gone. especially if like the actual child abuser got in lmao. and her shine is reflected by the government and state at large.

but none of this really depends on the person of the actual queen. indeed it's precisely because she doesn't do very much (that's too overt) that she's so valuable as a legitimising symbol. that's why it's darkly funny to imagine she's not even actually alive.

well, that's what passes for a joke around here anyway.

i don't want to bet on a revolt taking place when liz finally pops her clogs because the british people do nothing but disappoint, but god, they don't even have to try to manufacture consent these days. at least put some sort of fire under them.

#england needs to be destroyed tbh

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lilacandladybugs · 4 years ago

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Winnie the Pooh Rendition: In Which The Syndicate Throws Technoblade a Birthday Party

It was a bright and snowy as ever June day, one of those days where nearly everyone is still sleeping, and the summer air is a bit thicker than normal, and the snowflakes still bustle through the air. One of those June days where the polar bears lay around lazily and the song of birds from nearby treetops feels even more gentle than normal. It was one of those types of snowy Junes, the most Junest that anyone had seen, when Philza Minecraft realized it was Technoblade’s birthday.

“Oh dear,” Phil said, standing up from where he had been writing Wilbur a letter, “Today is Technoblade’s birthday, and I haven’t got anything planned.” This simply wouldn’t do. Technoblade would need to have a large birthday to commemorate how Clever and Loyal and Generous he was, as everyone in the Syndicate agreed.

“I must go tell Ranboo right away, and we can make some plans together.” And so Philza gathered up his armor and went out into the snowy June morning to Ranboo’s house, which was just across the lawn.

“Ranboo,” Phil began, “I had nearly forgotten that it is Technoblade’s birthday today, and we must throw him a party as soon as possible.”

“His birthday?” Ranboo said, blinking his large enderman eyes, “a birthday.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “and we need to throw him a party.”

“Well birthday parties are things that shouldn’t be forgotten,” said Ranboo, who had forgotten what a Birth Day was, “and we should make sure everything is just right.”

“Yes,” said Phil, “we should.”

Ranboo considered for a moment what a Birth Day might be, and what type of party someone would have for it. Perhaps Birth Days were days where you had something good happen, and you needed congratulating. In that case they might want to write him a book. Or maybe Birth Days where when something solemn happened, and you needed consoling.

“It seems,” Ranboo guessed, “That we should have a celebration.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Ah yes,” Ranboo nodded seriously, “of course, Birth Days are always for celebrating and being happy.”

“Well, yes, obviously. But what should we do to celebrate it?”

Ranboo remembered that Technoblade seemed to enjoy fireworks, and he remembered that sometimes people set off fireworks when they were celebrating an occasion. “What if we set off fireworks?”

“Oh,” said Phil, “yes Technoblade does like fireworks.”

Ranboo felt pleased with himself for guessing something correctly, “Yes he does.”

“But fireworks are not very customary on such occasions,” Phil continued.

“True,” said Ranboo, “not very custardly at all.”

Phil sat down next to Ranboo so that he would be in a better position for planning occasions, and thought about the firework idea, which still remained their only idea. “Well, I suppose we could have fireworks anyway,” he resolved, “given they are Technoblade’s favorite.”

“Yes, I suppose so.” Ranboo said.

“I’ll go tell Nikki, nobody would want to miss a birthday party.” Phil stood up with new resolve to make Technoblade a lot of fancy fireworks for his birthday, “Thank you for helping me come up with ideas. Come around our house at three o’clock, and I will have woken Technoblade up for his birthday.”

“Goodbye,” said Ranboo, feeling as if the exchange had gone exceptionally well for not knowing what a Birth Day was, and feeling very excited to finally find out.

“Goodbye,” said Phil, glad he wasn’t the only one who had nearly forgotten. Nikki was in her bakery, where it was much warmer than outside in the snow, and the smell of something sweet, but not too sweet, hung gently in the air. Phil stepped in and instantly felt much better about everything.

“Hullo Nikki!”

“Hullo Phil,” Nikki said, pulling a cake her out of her oven, “It is Technoblade’s birthday today, and so I thought it would be a good idea to make him a cake.”

“Ah yes,” Phil said. He hadn’t even thought of making Technoblade a cake, even though such things were indeed customary at birthday parties. “Cakes are great for birthday parties. I would have made him one myself, of course, but I am not much of a cake maker, and more of a fireworks maker.”

“Cakes are good for birthday parties,” Nikki agreed. “and I am sure you are great at firework making.”

Phil also realized that Nikki had remembered Technoblade’s birthday before he had remembered it. Nikki didn’t need to know that, she was on a need-to-know basis, if you will. “I, too, have remembered Technoblade’s birthday, as all good and proper friends should, and I have decided that we should wake him up for his birthday at three o’ clock this afternoon.” He smelled the cake and looked very closely, but not too closely, at the purple icing that Nikki had just pulled out of her pantry. “Would you like to come to the party?”

“Of course,” said Nikki, “Have you already told Ranboo? I’m sure he would be devastated to miss out on it.”

“Yes, I did,” said Phil, “And I think we all would be.”

They stood there for a moment, thinking about how much everyone in the Syndicate cared about Technoblade, and how they had all grown incredibly fond of him, and how they would be devastated to miss out on such an Occasion as his birthday.

After they had given it a moment of consideration, Phil helped Nikki finish baking her cakes. Then he helped her carry them up to the cottage, and Nikki helped Phil set up a table outside with chairs, including one for Steve, and generally prepared for the birthday party. Ranboo, having never attended a party before, was practically buzzing with excitement, and talking to each of them very loudly about what he thought it might be like, and how much fun they were going to have.

At last, the party was all set up, and they went to poke Technoblade to get him to wake up from hibernation.

“Surprise!” They all said together when he opened his eyes, “Happy birthday!”

“Oh!” said Technoblade, struggling to stay awake, “Is it my birthday today?”

“Yes,” said Nikki, “You told me that June 1st is your birthday.”

“So it is,” confessed Technoblade.

“How old are you turning?” Nikki asked innocently.

Technoblade paused for a moment trying to remember.

“Ninety-seven,” he responded finally. This was not how old he was.

Fortunately, nobody asked him anymore questions about it and they all went outside to have cake and look at fireworks.

Nikki presented her cake with purple icing and cut everyone a slice.

“This is the best cake I’ve ever had,” Technoblade said, “Where did you get it?”

“I baked them myself,” Nikki said, glowing with happiness, “at my bakery. I’ve been baking again recently.”

“Cake is always better than pie,” Technoblade remarked, and everyone agreed, even Steve. “Except pumpkin pie is alright.”

“I don’t like pumpkin pie,” said Phil, “But I’ve only had it once, so maybe it isn’t that bad.”

“I could make some for you sometime.” Nikki offered, and they all agreed that if Nikki made it then it would probably be the best, and being the best, would be enjoyable even for someone like Phil.

When they had all eaten enough, Philza Minecraft stood up, and everybody stopped talking and were very silent, except Ranboo who had eaten a bite that was a little too large and was having a fit of hiccups.

“This party,” said Philza, “is a party because of our appreciation for someone who we all appreciate very much, and we are celebrating him turning…” Phil couldn’t remember how old Technoblade was either, “one year older.” He felt around underneath the table for his fireworks, “And I have got a present for him.”

Technoblade was very happy and smiling but he tried his best not to look too eager. When he saw what it was though he could not stop himself from smiling so much he was practically glowing.

Phil held up the present, seeing that Techno was happy and knowing that Ranboo’s advice had been very good advice, “They’re fireworks! I have spent all morning working on them, and I think they will be perfect.”

“I bet they will be,” Techno said, and he meant it, knowing that Philza Minecraft’s crafting knowledge far exceeded his own.

Now all of them were very happy, because Technoblade was happy, and Phil loaded some brightly packaged fireworks, lit them, and set them off in a vibrant display of colors against the white snowy backdrop. They made various shapes in the sky and came in different layers, some of them changed from one color to another.

Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed.

But Technoblade was confused. The fireworks did Not look special to him, they looked Dull and Patternless. This was very confusing and surprising as they were made by Phil Himself. But everyone else was ooh-ing and ahh-ing, and it seemed like the right thing to do, so he did it politely along with them.

After Phil had already set off three of his special fireworks, Nikki noticed that Techno looked confused and said, “Technoblade, can you see the fireworks?”

“Well, I can see the colors a little,” he admitted sheepishly, not wanting to upset Phil, who he was sure had worked very hard on them.

“That doesn’t sound right,” said Phil, “you should be seeing the colors a lot not just a little.”

“You’ve forgotten your glasses,” Nikki pointed out.

“Oh,” said Techno, now feeling very silly.

Ranboo saw an opportunity to be helpful even without knowing what a Birth Day party was. “I’ll go get them for you.” He ran into the house and back very quickly and handed Technoblade his glasses.

“Thank you Ranboo,” Technoblade said. Everything looked sharper now, he could see the snowflakes and Ranboo’s large enderman eyes much more clearly.

“Let’s try again,” Phil said, and he set off a few more of his fireworks and they all ooh-ed and ahhh-ed, and Technoblade did not have to fake it as he could actually see them this time, and they were beautiful, and everything that one would expect from Philza himself.

Since this was everything they had planned to do, everyone talked for a little while longer, just enjoying each other’s company and laughing. Then they drifted off, after saying their goodbyes, and congratulated Technoblade on his new age, whatever that might be.

But Phil and Techno stayed outside in the snow together for a long time and silently watched the sun set in the distance.

“When you finally wake up after hibernating, Techno,” Phil said at last, “what is the first thing you like to do?”

“I like find out how Steve and you and Ranboo are doing,” Technoblade said. “What do you do, Phil?”

“When I first wake up, I always wonder to myself what exciting thing will happen today.”

Technoblade nodded thoughtfully.

“Yes,” he said, “It’s the same thing.”

#technoblade #philza #nikki #nihachu #the syndicate #dream smp #winnie the pooh au #ranboo #i made another one bc my internet was out all day today #follow @mcytwinniethepoohquotes for more! there are five now :)

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saphirered · 4 years ago

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Hi welcome back! Hope you’re doing well. Random question b4 my request, bc I want to give back as thanks for the great writing: are you a coffee, tea, or hot chocolate/cocoa drinker? I prefer hot chocolate and sweet tea.

How would the m9 respond to an SO/friend with a kid? Where the reader is a single parent with a child of at most 10 years old. Thanks :)

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This took a while to write so sorry for that 😅. I'm so glad you like my writing! I love writing for you lot. I'm definitely a hot cocoa person. I hope this one turned out to your liking 😘.

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Caleb:

You never hid the fact you had a child from Caleb, if anything you’re proud of them. Though, you do know in certain company it’s better to keep that fact a secret for safety reasons. Caleb understands that fully he respects and admires you always put your child’s best interests first.

This is why when you began getting more involved with Caleb you kept your child out of it and took a good amount of time before introducing them to the wizard. You didn’t want to set expectations for both sides and wanted to protect and preserve them both should what you and Caleb had going not work out after all.

It’s no surprise Caleb is good with children. He takes a gentle approach when it comes to all things good in this world to the point of almost being afraid to ‘ruin it’. You assured him many times he was in the clear and how could his heart not warm at the curiosity and search for knowledge your child was already displaying.

With your permission Caleb began teaching your child some things here and there. The theoretics of magic and eventually simple spells. The smile it brought to their faces while they worked couldn’t make you happier. Caleb definitely earned your child’s approval to stick around.

Beau:

At first Beau is surprised. She knows children come from somewhere of course. She’s not stupid but actually tying a child to their parent let alone being very close to that parent is a whole new story. Especially learning you raised your child on your own and seeing you want to provide what’s best for them definitely earns you her respect, not having a parent with the same motivation herself and all.

The day of introductions came along and as expected Beau is the most awkward, trying not to be a terrible influence and be on her best behaviour, makes her very much on edge. An perceptive child picking up on this awkward behaviour calling her out leaving her cursing like a sailor, then apologising for said curses, even less of a surprise. You had to assure her many times it was fine.

Beau makes a promise that no matter what, she’ll make sure you’ll be returning to your child and make sure they get the love and support they deserve. Growing up without loving parents is one thing. Growing up an orphan another. She’d do everything in her power to keep you safe.

It may have began with joking comments such as ‘finish your homework’ to ‘do the dishes’ and ‘be nice to your parent while I’m gone’ but it didn’t take long before Beau was helping them with their homework or cleaning dishes after you cooked.

Absolutely treats your child as someone capable of making decisions of their own and speaking for themselves. No baby voices or cooing like too many adults tend to do even to a child regardless of their age. Your child has thoughts and opinions of their own and for the love of all that is sacred, can speak for themselves. You’re glad Beau treats them with a sense of maturity.

Fjord:

Fjord may have done what can only be referred to as a spit take the moment you said you had a child. Clearly didn’t expect it but giving him time to recover and process he’d ask all sorts of questions. What are they like? What do they like? And of course the dreaded question about your partner.

Supportive Fjord for the win. After finding out you’re on your own he’d always have your back, checking in with you and making sure you’re doing alright amidst the stress of the world and raising a child in the mix of it all. He’d open up to you about his past and being raised without any kind of proper parental figure. What he wouldn’t have done to have someone like you around when it counted for him.

Introducing them went rather smoothly. Fjord is surprisingly good with children. While some might find him intimidating, he nearly melted when your child embraced him as a thank you for looking out for you. Fjord was happy to answer any and all questions your child asked.

Whenever you’d be swept away for a while having to leave your child in the care of your trusted ones, Fjord would tell your child to ‘have the wheel, sailor’ which they would return with a salute before biding you both goodbye. Fjord slowly transcended into a bit of a father role and none of you minded in the least. You were happy.

Veth:

When she spoke of her boy she left behind you pitied her. A child shouldn’t be without their family. They deserved to be loved and sheltered from the darkness of the world until they are ready. When you told her you had one of your own Veth really felt safe to confide in you with her worries and troubles. You bonded over it really, drowning out all the sad stories and struggles with fond memories of both your families. Sadly for you, that would only extend to you and your child, the memories of their other parent perhaps somewhat painful to share.

You wondered what it would be like if your children ever got to meet in person. Then the day came. Nicodranas really had a way of bringing families together didn’t it? First time may have been a bit strange, your child being fully aware of Veth’s need for a disguise with her son, played their part well. Both you and Veth may have wiped away some tears when Luc claimed your child their big sibling from now on, and you his third parent.

Work and life are a difficult combination for Veth. She wants nothing more than to be with Yeza and take care of her boy but as long as the world’s in peril and her other family needs her just as much if not more, she’ll have to leave them behind. Knowing that you and your child are with her husband and son when she can’t be eases her mind a lot and she’s forever grateful.

It goes unsaid that Veth’s time away from children and in the presence of adults, specifically the Mighty Nein may have left her a bit out of the routines of raising a child as shown by giving Luc and your child fireworks, promising them to teach them how to shoot a crossbow and more. You did have to hold her back a little with the help of Yeza and keep things a bit more contained for their safety, but mostly yours.

Jester:

Of course upon learning you’re raising your child all by yourself Jester goes onto a rant about how her and her mom were always alone and how Marion used to read stories to her and do you read stories to your child and do you sing to them and draw with them and give them hugs and cuddles after nightmares and… You have no idea how that girl doesn’t run out of breath.

Jester couldn’t be anyone but herself when meeting your child asking about their interests, do they like to draw and sing and dance and… You ran out of breath just listening to her talk and your child replying in similar fashion. Everything went quite well and the two of them got along. Jester would be singing them songs and teaching them how to draw resulting in many dick drawings randomly appearing in your books, notes and other places, followed by mischievous giggles.

Having bought your child a lovely green cloak and letting them pretend they’re the Traveler here to spread mischief and fun and leave behind many phallic shaped objects drawn and carved wherever possible sent you all in laughing fits but you swore you heard a more masculine chuckle and saw a green cloak fade into the shadows. Odd.

What only can be summed up as the combination between big sibling, fun wine cupcake aunt and mom, remained a constant in your life and you couldn’t be more thankful to have that ray of sunshine be there for all of you.

Caduceus:

Caduceus is very calm and collected about learning you have a child. Less of a response than perhaps anyone else perviously unknowing. “That’s nice.” He’d nod. You’d almost start thinking he may have been able to read it off you for some reason. He confirmed he was, the tired eyes, and the recovery of exasperation at times but sense of accomplishment and reward was a look he had seen from his own mother many times.

“You’re weird.” A stare down ensued. “You’re weird too.” Eyes sharpened. “I like you.” The ice broke and smiles followed. For a moment you were afraid that maybe your child wouldn’t like the odd firbolg and thinking about how you would keep friends and family separate but a wave of relief went over you knowing that all was well between the two most valuable people in your life.

You’d be handed a fresh cup of tea by your child, a plate of snacks by Caduceus, all too innocent smiles on their faces but all it took was a raised eyebrow from you to have them come clean about the kitchen being covered in soil from the two of them potting new plants, turning your home and garden in what can only be described as a greenhouse and rather ask for forgiveness than permission. You weren’t mad of course, but did make them clean the mess they made.

You’re still unsure whether or not it was a good or bad idea introducing your child to the extended Clay family as you got some insight in the chaotic prank wars between the siblings and all together sibling rivalry among some of them. It’s all fun and games of course but some moments you were glad you weren’t the one pelted with mud pies by Calliope or pushed into the spring by Calliope herself. Instead you could just enjoy Clarabelle’s bug collection with your child while laughing at the other’s being covered in mud and soaked to the bone.

Yasha:

Poor Yasha doesn’t recall much of a family. In reality she never really felt like she had one until the circus, and after them the Nein. When she saw you and your child together, the unconditional love you had for each other, she felt like she finally realised what she had been missing, and something she perhaps would never have. She learned the value of such a relationship.

Yasha has no idea how to interact with children at any level and by default tends to treat them as either adults, or cute animals. No in between. It took her some time to get the hang of it but you couldn’t deny both you and your child rather enjoyed the unconventional relationship.

The wastes and hardships of Xhorhas may force a child to grow up quickly in the tribes but that doesn’t mean children outside of those regions have to learn how to wield a sword and what bugs you can and cannot eat or how to best skin an animal before eating it… It took some convincing why that was not a necessary skill to learn at the tender age of ten.

You compromised with Yasha on the fighting in the end, persuaded by the woman and your child to allow her to teach them some fighting basics because someone’ has to have your back when Yasha’s not there. You did manage to hold them off on purchasing a sword perhaps too large for your child despite the ‘they’ll grow into it’ reasoning and instead settled on training equipment instead.

Mollymauk:

Oh Mollymauk, nothing surprises this one. He felt rather sorry for you going through the struggles of raising a child alone. He may not remember his own family but he’s traveled far and wide enough to know the hardships. He knows poor Toya and he admires you for being able to do what so many can’t or won’t.

It goes unsaid that Molly is perhaps the worst of influences when it comes to people but you’ve seen him interact with Toya before and know well enough he’s a kind and caring soul who wants only the best for those who can’t just yet fend for themselves. It’s a good foundation that leads to a better person. He jokingly claims himself proof of that through the carnival and him ‘being an absolute asshole’.

Molly’s soft side really does come out whenever he’s around your child. He doesn’t deliberately censor himself but tries to contain certain words and avoid certain subjects that should never be discussed around your child knowing you’d appreciate it and if he does let something slip and your child ask questions he’d gently explain it as certain things should definitely not be described in gory detail to someone of their age.

This circus man is not afraid to put on a show in any circumstance and will happily do so to cheer you or your child up whenever you’re feeling a bit down or overworked. Whether he’s making a fool of himself, giving you bogus card readings, juggle his swords or tell the most ridiculous stories ever he’d do it without a second thought because it brings you and your child joy. You’re part of his family and he’d go to hell and back again for you.

#critical role #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #mighty nein #caleb x reader #caleb widogast x reader #beauregard x reader #fjord x reader #veth x reader #nott x reader #jester x reader #caduceus x reader #yasha x reader #mollymauk x reader #critrole x reader

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking

ever

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone

his texts give you butterflies

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long?

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps

anyways before this becomes v nsfw

you two catch up like u had met yesterday

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa

or makes him uncomfortable

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace

zero pda at the start of the relationship

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team

but slowly he warms up

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers

if anything you believe in them even more

now you watch more diligently during practice

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)

walks home with you are so much more serene

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too

at first he was like stop copying me 😾

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease

now you’ve never seen toru play properly

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one?

never

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just

so amazed

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there

also love, love, loves lazy days with you

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs

a l l songs

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just

“you’re my lucky charm”

when he wins

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3

anyways

yes

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend

im frothing

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3

so he was so flirty

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him

going out with him is super fun

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man !

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay

so you wanted to make the most out of everything

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural?

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching

and then it kinda goes really silent

but

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world

and maybe you saw it coming

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru headcanons #oikawa headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi hajime x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa x you #iwaizumi x you #kuroo x you

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chudleycanonficfest · 4 years ago

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The Switch

Day 10, Story #2 is by @adenei

Title: The Switch

Author: adenei

Pairing: George Weasley/Angelina Johnson

Prompt: First Date

Rating: T

TW: Mentions of character death

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The shop is quiet as George locks the door to his office. It’s been a month since the grand re-opening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and the steady thrum of customers has put the business back on track to where it was before the untimely closure due to the war. Things are different, of course, with Fred not being there, but George’s family and friends have stepped up and offered more support than George knows what to do with—not that he wanted it in the first place.

In retrospect, he is thankful for his family and friends, Ron and Angelina in particular. They helped him put down the bottle and get his life back on track.

“Fred wouldn’t want this.” Angelina had told him late one night while she and Lee were staying over in his flat that smelled of days-old Firewhisky and hadn’t been cleaned since before they’d gone into hiding at Aunt Muriel’s.

“How would Fred feel if you let everything the two of you worked for go to shit? How would you feel if the tables were turned and if it was—” Ron had yelled as he snatched the half-full bottle away from his brother and dumped it down the drain. The emotion was raw as the words caught in his throat, the end of the phrase hanging between them like the weight of a bludger pulling them down and grounding them.

At first, he’d been pissed, but they were right. Fred wouldn’t have wanted George to resort to any of that. And even though he’d been begrudging in accepting help to begin with, George knew he wouldn’t have gotten the shop up and running as swiftly as he did without everyone’s help. The hole in his heart still ached, and not a moment went by where he didn’t miss his brother, but finding a new stride in this post-war life is exactly the push George needed to not only move on but also honor and make Fred proud.

As George makes his way onto the main floor of the shop, a figure standing behind the counter makes him pause. He’d recognize that silhouette anywhere, the unrequited crush from his Hogwarts days now thrust back in his life, as if to taunt him of just another thing he’ll never have.

“You’re still here?” The exhaustion is apparent in George’s voice after a ten-hour day.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure you didn’t stay on and try to do all the inventory yourself again like last week.” Angelina runs her fingers over the various displays of fireworks that are locked away behind the checkout area as she lightly teases George.

“Nah, I learned from that mistake. Besides, don’t you have your regular job that you need to get back to? Now that things are running smoothly again, we’ll be able to manage without the extra help. Especially once things die down after the first.”

“I don’t mind spending a few hours here after work, you know that. Things’ll start to pick up again soon once the Quidditch season gets underway, I’m sure, but right now, my corresponding duties are light. Call me crazy, but I’ve enjoyed spending more time with you lately. Almost makes me feel like we’re back in Hogwarts, you know? When real life and responsibilities seemed so far away.”

A chuckle escapes George’s lips. It was true, all this time they’d been spending together, especially with Lee and sometimes Alicia, almost made everything feel right again.

“Well, we can hang out in other places, too. I swear I don’t live at Wheeze’s.”

“George, you live upstairs.”

“Ah, bugger off.”

“I’m only teasing.”

“And all I’m saying is if you want to do something outside these walls, all you have to do is ask.”

“Are you hungry, then?”

A genuine laugh bubbles up into George’s throat at Angelina’s brazenness. “Bloody hell, woman! Impatient much?”

His outburst brings a smile to Angelina’s face, brightening the dark circles under her eyes from the extra hours spent helping out.

“You’re the one who said to ask. So, what do you say? Fancy a drink and a meal down the street? It’s late enough that the Leaky shouldn’t be too busy.”

“I s’pose it couldn’t hurt. Beats making something for myself, that’s for sure.”

“Great, let’s go.”

Angelina walks around the counter and reaches out to take George’s hand in hers. An electric shock shoots up his arm from the point of contact, and George has to stop himself from pulling away from the surprise of it all. A memory flashes through his mind of twinkling lights amongst a silver backdrop in the Great Hall all those years ago. He sees two figures dancing and twirling to the music of the Weird Sisters, one with flaming red hair much like his own and the other whose sapphire gown swished against the travertine floor. The memory brings a reminiscent smile to his lips as Angelina tugs him out the door.

When they reach the Leaky, the pair settles into a quiet booth in the back of the establishment, away from curious eyes. It’s late in the evening for a meal, which is made evident by the empty tables and chairs scattered throughout the pub. Only a handful of patrons litter the bar, allowing Tom to be attentive to their needs.

George takes a large swig when the barkeep returns with Butterbeers, and they place their orders.

“No shot of Firewhisky tonight then?”

George shakes his head. “I told you, Ange, I was serious about stopping. I can’t use the bottle as a crutch for grief anymore.”

Angelina nods as she observes him intently. George can feel the heat of her gaze trailing over him as he takes another sip from his drink.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Oh? And here I was thinking I was mesmerizing you with my dashing good looks,” George quips.

Angelina smiles, and for a moment, George thinks he sees a blush on her cheeks before she recovers. For all the time they spent together during Hogwarts, and more recently in the months following the war, George finds it odd that they’re struggling with conversation now.

“Knut for your thoughts?” asks George.

“Just that it’s been nice reconnecting with you. And Lee. Circumstances are shit, of course, but with my hectic schedule during Quidditch season, I don’t get much time for socializing and friends. I even had to drop my registration for the semi-pro league I was hoping to play for.”

George nods, and his stomach twists as he processes her words. That would mean she’d be leaving soon once things got busy. He’s overcome with the urge to see if her job is something she’s passionate about.

“Do you love it? Your job, I mean.”

“Well, yeah, if I can’t play professionally, the next best thing is writing and commentating. Plus, I’ve gotten to see the world all on the Ministry’s dime. Can’t complain there…”

“But is it something you see yourself doing for a long time?” George presses. He doesn’t mean to sound judgmental, but he needs to know if it’s even worth it to pursue.

“Well, after graduation, it seemed like the right fit. The opening was there, my parents were encouraging me to see the world, and I didn’t have anything tying me down. Honestly, I think my parents thought it was safer for me to travel, especially with the war on...”

And what about now?

George is nodding his head up and down while the question ricochets in his mind. He opens his mouth, gathering the courage to allow the four words to escape his mouth when Angelina interrupts him.

“Well, there are some openings that would allow me to stay in London that have just come up. They’re looking for commentators and stats writers for the matches played in the Kensington stadium. So, if you needed an extra hand at the shop, I could stay—”

“—I don’t want you to stay for the shop. If you want to travel the world, you should. I doubt you’ve seen all the world has to offer in two seasons.”

No! What are you thinking!

George can almost hear Fred chastising him for his rash response. It doesn’t come out the way he meant it to sound, and he knows he messed up given the crestfallen look on Ange’s face.

“I only meant—”

“I-I’ve actually already put in for the London job, George. And I promise it’s not because of the shop. Lee promised to help me with commentating, and this way I can play again. I start training next week. You know how much I missed playing Quidditch, and now that England is safer, I can stay and have the best of both worlds.”

The longer she goes on, it feels like she’s rambling and going on with a laundry list of pre-prepared reasons, which doesn’t sound like the Angelina he knows. It’s almost like she’s trying to convince herself that those are the reasons she’s staying, and not for anything else.

“Oh.”

Ange rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, I know you and Fred always used to think you two were the center of the universe, but I promise I didn’t choose to stay just for you.”

Her voice is light, and she’s smiling, but George can’t help but sense something else lingering beneath the surface. Disappointment, perhaps? Or maybe he’s just reading into things too much. Hoping something might be between them that really isn’t. He forces himself to stop overthinking and simply enjoy her company instead.

“Well, I, for one, am happy you’re staying. We’ll be able to get together more often, and it’ll almost feel like our Hogwarts days. Maybe I’ll even be able to convince you and Alicia to test new products again.”

Angelina nearly spits out her Butterbeer at George’s joke as Tom approaches with their meal. He knows he’s not fooling either of them; the irony is that the girls were always two steps ahead of him and his brother. They were the only two in their year who managed to avoid becoming test subjects to all of their prototypes.

The two fall into more reminiscing as they tuck into their fish and chips. George doesn’t realize how ravenous he is until he starts eating, and he’s even more grateful for Ange’s suggestion now.

As they are polishing off the remainder of their baskets, the topic of conversation falls on the Yule Ball, as Ange remembers how Fred had tossed the wad of paper at her.

“It was romantic, wasn’t it?” George jokes as he remembers his brother’s ridiculous attempt at asking a girl out. “Still don’t know why you said yes to that tosser.”

To this day, he’d always resented his brother for drawing his wand first and asking Ange to the ball. Of course, George knew it was all meant to be a bluff. It was Fred’s attempt to get his brother to buck up the courage and ask Angelina for himself.

George remembers it vividly. “Just ask her. What’s the worst she’ll say? No? Fine, if you won’t do it, I will.”

When Fred had gotten Ange’s attention, George had no idea what to expect. They were usually well in tune with each other, and George could anticipate Fred’s moves, but when his brother had asked Angelina himself, it took George by surprise.

“We were getting down to the wire, weren’t we?” Angelina interrupts George’s thoughts. “No one else had asked me, so I figured it was better to go with one twin than none at all.”

George chooses the wrong moment to polish off the last of his chips. The fried potato catches in his throat, and he coughs it up, all while reaching for the last dredges of his Butterbeer to clear things out.

Did she just say it was better to go with one twin than none at all? But then that would mean…

“Ange, don’t tell me you were waiting for me to ask you.”

She shrugs and averts her eyes from his gaze. “I mean, I wouldn’t have been disappointed if you’d asked, let’s put it that way.”

After this revelation, George burst into laughter. To anyone else in the near vicinity, it probably sounded like he should be admitted to the Janus Thickney Ward. He hasn’t laughed this hard since he and Fred were able to pull off a prank on Muriel shortly after arriving at her Manor at the end of March.

“You—Fred—I—me—” He can’t seem to formulate a coherent string of thoughts until Angelina goes from amused to offended.

“Honestly, George, I didn’t realize it was that funny. Forget I said anything.” She checks her watch and gathers her bag. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. It’s getting late, and clearly the thought of the two of us together appalls—”

She’s in the process of standing up when George sobers from the onslaught of irony and reaches out to grab her wrist.

“Ange, wait. I’m not laughing at that. Just—just give me a chance to explain, yeah?” He pulls her into the bench beside him, where she lands on her bottom harder than she needed to as she lets out a loud huff of indignation.

“Fred never intended to go with you when he asked.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows have raised so high on her face that George is surprised they haven’t gotten lost in her braids.

“No, what I mean is, he’d been pestering me to ask you since the ball was announced. He knew I had a thing for you—obviously—and was being supportive.”

It felt weird for George to admit that he fancied Angelina in school now, after so many years of keeping it close to his chest. Fred and Lee were the only two who ever knew.

“So, what are you trying to say, then?”

“When Fred asked you...I was shocked, too. I didn’t realize he’d already devised a plan that I didn’t cotton on to right away.”

The look on Angelina’s face transformed from defensive to shock to comprehension, all in the span of a few seconds. “Don’t tell me…”

“Being an identical twin has—er, had—its benefits.”

“So.. are you trying to tell me that I didn’t go to the ball with Fred?”

“Nope.”

“And at the end of the night, when I kissed Fred in an attempt to make you jealous, I was actually kissing you all along?”

“Sorry if it was disappointing.” The wisecrack escapes George’s lips before he can stop it.

Half of him is expecting Angelina to slap him for the ‘switcheroo’ that he and Fred pulled, and in fairness, they deserved it. What if Ange actually had fancied Fred, and they’d pulled one over on her?

But to his surprise, Angelina does the opposite. She leans in and kisses George right then and there. The same shock he felt when holding her hand earlier ignites within him once more as he lets his body take control. He allows himself to get lost in the feel of her lips, realizing that it’s the first time he’s truly felt like himself since Fred’s passing. He even dares to let himself think he’s found happiness again.

Eventually, George pulls away as his lungs begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. They remain close, foreheads touching as he offers a weak smile.

“Y’know, I was going to tell you it was me at the end of the night, but how could I when I thought I was going to break your heart when you thought you’d kissed Fred?”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you can’t argue with sixteen-year-old George’s logic, can you?”

Ange rolls her eyes and leans back. George misses the contact as soon as it’s gone.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Ange raises her eyebrows in question as if tempting him to follow when she scoots out from the bench a second time.

George pulls enough money to cover their meals out of his wallet and leaves it on the table before scooching out behind her. He pays no mind to the remaining customers as he pulls Angelina back into him and whispers in her ear,

“I’d say we’ve wasted five years of pointless pining to wait any longer.”

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #george x angelina #tw: mentions of death

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freddie-weaselbee · 4 years ago

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Kiss Her You Fool//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Very brief mentions of nudity (skinny dipping), one argument, mentions of food

Summary: The countdown is on until Fred and George plan on making their grand exit from Hogwarts. But that means Fred only has a short amount of time to finally confess his feelings to his best friend.

Prompt: Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: For @amourtentiaa's writing challenge, with the song Kiss Her You Fool being the prompt. Second fic in Abby's Week of Weasley !

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Five Days Left

Stop making up your excuses

Call her up, tell her you forgot something

“You’re staring again.”

Fred ignored his brother and continued to watch you and your friends spread out on the courtyard grass. He watched as you sat up and brushed the leaves out of your hair, laughing at something that your friend said. He admired your glowing smile, which always lit up the room. Your perfect, beautiful smile.

“Fred,” George said, this time a little more forcefully. Fred shook his head and finally took his eyes off of you, much to his disappointment. He blushed profusely and turned back to his brother, who was holding a list of all the things they would need to do before their departure in 5 days. “You’re whipped.”

“Am not!” Fred argued. “She’s just nice to look at, that’s all. Plenty of girls here are nice to look at.”

“Mhmm,” George replied. “So is that why you’ve turned down any advances from the other girls who are nice to look at? Just admit it, little Freddie’s in love!” George sighed dreamily, only to be met with a punch to his shoulder from his annoyed twin.

“She’s just my friend! My best friend. Even if I did see her that way, which I don’t--” George gave Fred an unbelieving look but Fred continued, “--it’s not like she would feel the same way. And we’re leaving in 5 bloody days! There’s no point.” He huffed and put his head in his hands, wishing there was some way that everything could work out perfectly for him and you.

“Stop making up your excuses, mate!” George said, completely done with his brother’s antics. “Just go tell her how you feel. Worst case scenario she rejects you, we leave in a few days, and you both have a few months to get over it. You’re making this too complicated.”

Fred looked back over to where you were, seeing that Roger Davies and his friends had made their way over to you and your friends. He noticed the small blush that appeared on your face as Roger brushed your hair behind your ears, and Fred had to pry his eyes away before he got even more upset.

“I can’t lose her, Georgie,” he said softly. “She’s my best friend. I need to have her in my life, even if that means just as a friend.”

George rolled his eyes but patted his brother on the back comfortingly. “You have to tell her some time, or you’ll go the rest of your life regretting it. You only have 5 days left before we’re gone for good.”

Fred nodded, courage surging in his chest. 5 days. That’s 5 chances to tell you and hope that against all odds you felt the same way. Feeling at peace with the time he had, Fred finally put his focus into helping his brother plan, but not before taking one last look over to where you laid so serene in the afternoon sun. He still had time.

Four Days Left

It's worth more than you are thinking

Don't be a fool, tell her you think she's cool

Fred stood alone outside of Snape’s classroom, leaning up against the cold corridor walls and waiting for the teacher to arrive. He was already in a fowl mood that day, and receiving detention from his second least favorite teacher didn’t help him at all.

He was considering just skipping detention altogether--what would Snape be able to do in a few days when Fred was no longer a student?--until he heard a familiar voice calling his name from down the hall.

“Freddie!” Fred’s mood did a complete 180 as he saw his favorite person come running down the darkly lit corridor toward him. Throwing yourself into his arms, Fred swung you around before placing you down and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead, a friendly gesture that he always did when greeting you. “I’m so glad you’re here, I thought I was going to have to handle the Greaseball all by myself!”

Fred laughed at your excitement, equally relieved that he wouldn’t be alone as well. He kept his arms around you, enraptured by your electrifying gaze. A harsh cough broke you two apart and you turned to see Professor Snape standing behind you.

“I should not have to be reminding you,” he drawled, “that in accordance with our Headmistress’ orders, boys and girls are not permitted within 8 inches of each other. As a punishment for that unnecessary display of affection, I’ll be adding an extra hour onto your detention for tonight.”

“Oh no!” you cried in mock horror. “Another whole hour spent with my best friend? Professor, how can you be so cruel?”

Fred beamed down at you proudly, your sarcasm and attitude always making him fall in love with you a little bit more.

Snape was not amused. “Two hours.”

You sent Fred a quick wink before following your teacher into the dark musty classroom.

Stalking dramatically around the room, Snape explained your task for the night, which consisted of cleaning every single one of the cauldrons, even the broken ones that no one used, with a brush smaller than your toothbrush. You leaned your head on Fred’s shoulder when Snape’s back was turned, sending a warm tingle down his spine.

You quickly shot away once Snape turned back, but luckily he didn’t seem to pick up on anything. “I hope that you two can make my room spotless?”

“Yes sir!” you said, saluting him. He grumbled something under his breath before exiting slowly, leaving you and Fred alone.

You hopped up on one of the desks and patted the space next to you, gesturing for Fred to join you. “So, what do you wanna do?” you asked him.

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, clean quickly so that we can get out of here?” Fred answered.

Suddenly you grabbed Fred’s cheeks in your hand, squeezing tight and looking at him suspiciously. “Who are you and what have you done with Fred Weasley? The Freddie I know and love would never actually want to work in detention.”

Fred smiled through his pinched cheeks, shaking out of your grip. “As much as it pains me to say this,” he said, “I don’t have time for mischief at the moment. I’ve just… got a lot going on. Big things are happening soon.”

You scooted closer and tried to read him. Fred would never pass up the chance to goof off during detention, especially when it was detention with you, and you knew that. “Hey, is something going on? Are you alright?”

Fred put on a fake smile and turned away from you. “I’m fine, love, just a little stressed out lately.” He should tell you that he was leaving. He’d been keeping it between him and George, and he knew the longer he waited the more it would break you to hear. But looking at your concerned expression laced with love and compassion, he knew he couldn’t bear to see you sad on his behalf. It could wait.

“What’d you even do to end up in here?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

You shrugged. “Snape blamed me for cheating on my Potions assignment, which I didn’t, and even if I did I wouldn’t be stupid enough to get caught. But he wouldn’t listen, so I snuck into his classroom last night and set off a bunch of fireworks, courtesy of you, Mr. Weasley! The products you gave me for my birthday worked perfectly, thanks!”

You kissed his cheek, and he stuttered out a “you’re welcome,” hand coming up to touch the place where your lips were moments before. “Wait, so he caught you then?”

“Of course not!” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m far too smart for that. He gave me the detention because he thought I had cheated, and he doesn’t have enough evidence nor suspicion to pin the fireworks on me. I figured if I was going to get a detention for something I didn’t even do, I might as well do something to deserve it!” You hopped down off of the table and went to grab the tools you needed for cleaning, an awestruck Fred watching with his mouth hanging open.

In Fred’s eyes, you were amazing. You were feisty, headstrong, and so incredibly smart. Not to mention he thought you were absolutely breathtaking, especially when you got that cocky and mischievous glint in your eyes.

“You’re so cool,” he sighed, making you turn to him with a slightly confused smile.

“Not the usual compliments I get from you, Weasley, but I’ll take it. I think you’re cool too.” You handed him a small brush and got to work on the cauldron nearest to you, scooting over so Fred could join you.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence, something Fred desperately wanted to preserve. As much as he yearned to tell you his feelings, he still had 4 days. It could wait until tomorrow.

Three Days Left

Stop waiting for a fairytale to

Take you away, don't wait for someday

Fred relentlessly combed his fingers through his hair, one moment deciding it was too messy and the next deciding it wasn’t messy enough. He’d been standing in front of the mirror for the last 30 minutes trying to figure out what he should wear, how he should style his hair, whether or not he should wear rings (he finally settled on yes) and pretty much everything else he could worry about for a date.

Except this wasn’t a date.

As much as Fred wanted nothing more than for him to hold your hand and walk through the Hogwarts halls as the cutest couple at the school, which he was sure you would be, this outing was just as friends.

Ever since you were both 14, you decided that once a month you would spend the day together, just the two of you. As friends. Sometimes it was informal, like hanging out in his dorm room or pulling a prank on a teacher or Ron. Other times it was very much like a date, where the two of you would get all dressed up and go out to Hogsmeade or find a secret spot on the Hogwarts grounds to spend your day. Today, the day trip was the latter.

Already late as it was, Fred decided he was content with how he looked, or at least as much as he could be. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers he had picked earlier and rushed out the door, having to listen to teasing from George, who had been watching him nitpick over his outfit and hair the entire time.

He sprinted down to the Middle Courtyard, hoping that you wouldn’t be too mad at him for being as late as he was. He came to a jolting halt when he saw you.

There you were, standing in the middle of the courtyard, a beautiful red sundress hugging your figure perfectly. Your hair was laying loose, but it looked as if you had curled it slightly, making it cascade past your shoulders and sway slightly in the wind. In your hands you clutched a picnic basket and blanket, prepared for your date/not date with Fred.

He walked up to you slowly, wanting to admire how angelic you looked for a bit longer, but you noticed him too soon for his liking. “Hey Fred, oh what are these?”

You were gesturing to the flowers he was holding, stems breaking from his harsh nervous grip. You took them from him gleefully and smelled the delicious scent, sighing in content and hugging them to your chest.

“You didn’t have to do this! I promise I’ll still be your friend even if you don’t bring me flowers every time we hang out,” you said.

“I know, but I wanted to see the cute look on your face when I gave them to you,” Fred said cheekily. You giggled bashfully and handed Fred the picnic basket so you could link your arm with his. The two of you made your way down to the Black Lake, Fred taking the lead and bringing you to a place you’d never been before.

“Where are we going?” you asked, too impatient for Fred’s surprises.

“It’s a secret darling, you’ll have to wait and see.”

You groaned and hit your head against Fred’s shoulder, continuing to ask and complain until you finally arrived at your destination. It was a beautiful clearing deep in the Forbidden Forest, a place Fred had found a few months ago when he was out exploring with George. There was just enough sunlight to create a small patch on the ground where you could both lay out in the warm daylight as you ate and talked the day away.

“This is beautiful!” you exclaimed, running over to set up the blanket. “How come you’ve never taken me here before?”

“We just found it,” said Fred. “But when I saw it, the first thing I thought of was taking you here.”

“You’re so sweet,” you said, pulling him down onto the blanket with you.

You and Fred enjoyed your picnic, occasionally throwing small bits of food at each other and rolling around in the grass. At one point you saw a small bunny hopping by and you immediately shot up to get a closer look.

As you moved closer it hopped away but you stayed standing, letting the sunshine hit your face with a dazed smile on you. You spun around a few times, soaking in the moment and trying to remember everything you could about this perfect day.

As Fred watched you, he couldn’t help but think that he was in a fairy tale. You were the beautiful maiden--no, beautiful princess. Yes, his princess. And he was your prince, and the two would run away together and spend the rest of your lives having wonderful picnics in the warm seasons, and dancing in the rain when the storms came around. He would sweep you off of your feet and you wouldn’t help but fall madly in love with your best friend. With your prince.

Now could be a great opportunity to tell you. To confess his feelings and deep rooted love. But today was perfect. If things went wrong, it would ruin this perfect day for the both of you. So he decided to wait, if only to preserve this memory. This moment in time when everything was how it should be.

There was no rush. He still had 3 days left. It could wait until tomorrow.

Two Days Left

She's thinking the same thing as you

Don't be afraid, dreams aren't found they're made

Fred was pulled away from subtly packing his things by the loud laughs that came from outside of his dorm, down in the common room. One particular laugh, the one he could distinguish from a mile away, caught his ear, and he rushed down the steps to see you and your friends standing by the fireplace, completely soaked.

“Do I even want to know?” he asked, catching your attention. Your friends gave each other looks, seeming to know something that you didn’t. One of them whispered something to you before leaving you alone with Fred, who was still awaiting an answer.

“We may or may not have gone skinny dipping in the lake,” you said, hand covering your face with embarrassment of being caught by your friend. Fred laughed at your confession, trying to distract himself from the thoughts of your naked body swimming through the glistening waters that kept popping into his head.

“And you didn’t invite me?” he said, crossing his arms in disappointment.

You chuckled and moved to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you tightly. “Ah yes, we all know you would never pass up the chance to join a bunch of naked girls in the lake, would you?”

Fred’s face dropped at your lighthearted joke, wondering if that was all you saw him as. Some player who wouldn’t hesitate to shag a random girl he thought was hot. Before he could think too much about this, he saw you shiver rather fiercely and he quickly went to join you on the couch.

“You alright, darling?” he asked as he wrapped a warm arm around you.

You nodded unconvincingly, teeth chattering loudly. Fred pulled you into his lap, putting both arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder in order to keep you as warm as possible.

“Thanks, Freddie,” you said gratefully. You moved to lie down and pulled him with you, entangling your limbs so that you were soaking up every bit of warmth he could give you, and Fred would give you the entire sun of it meant you would be happy.

You softly closed your eyes, a small smile resting on your wet features. As you nodded off to sleep, Fred thought back to all of the times George had mentioned that you felt the same way. His twin was positive that you were in love with Fred as much as he was with you. In moments like these, he allowed himself to believe his brother. He allowed himself to hope that you liked him too, and that it was your dream to be with him. Because it was his dream to be with you. He just had to stop waiting to find it and instead make it come true. But you were sound asleep at this point, cozied up next to Fred. He didn’t want to wake you up from your slumber. It could wait until tomorrow. He still had 2 days.

One Day Left

Cause you've only got one chance

You've only got one chance

It was your stirring and quiet moans that woke Fred up that morning. You were still asleep but trying to shift to get into a more comfortable position. His arm was hugging you tightly, your back pressed against his chest. He didn’t want to move from his position, but he needed to get up to finish his last full day at Hogwarts. His last day.

You groaned again, reaching your arms out to stretch and let out a loud yawn. You turned over so that your face was right next to Fred’s and you jumped when you noticed he was already awake.

“Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he said back.

You looked so pretty lying there, hair ruffled and clothes a mess. No matter what state you were in, he always thought you were magnificent.

Kiss her you fool

You reached up to rest your hand on Fred's cheek, giggling as he leaned into the touch and shut his eyes. This was it. He could move in, close the gap between you. This might be his only chance to do so, and he couldn’t waste it.

Just as he mustered the courage to proceed, you slowly sat up. Fred sat up with you, wondering what had distracted you from the moment you were both having. He saw you looking at his shirt pocket, the one holding a piece of parchment on it. In your close embrace and drenched state last night, the water had made its way to the paper, causing it to become transparent and some words were becoming visible from the outside. A few of them being ‘escape from Hogwarts.’

In one quick moment you snatched the paper from him and moved to the other side of the couch. Your eyes hurriedly scanned the paper, not believing a word of what you were reading. Fred’s heart was racing, knowing that you were now holding the detailed plan of what was going to go down tomorrow. If only Fred could go back to the way you were moments before, clinging together with your lips seconds away from touching.

Kiss her you fool

“F-freddie,” you stuttered, still not wanting to accept that what you were reading was true. “What is this? Please tell me this is a joke, yeah it’s a joke right? You’re not actually leaving tomorrow, are you?”

Fred hesitated, dismayed that you had to learn about his plans this way. “Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh?” you asked, starting to get angry. “It’s not what it looks like? What it looks like is that you and your brother are leaving the school tomorrow for good. And you didn’t even tell me?! Do you care so little about me that you decided you could just up and leave without even saying goodbye?!”

“No, Y/N, it’s not like that!” Fred said, tears welling in his eyes. “I was going to tell you weeks ago, but I didn’t want you to be upset--”

“Weeks ago?” you nearly shouted. “You’ve been planning this for that long and you didn’t bother to at least give me a hint about it? I can’t believe you.”

“It’s not like I’m trying to hurt you!” Fred said, tears finally rolling down his cheeks. “This is our dream! George and I are finally opening the joke shop we talked about. Surely you can understand that we need to follow our dream.”

You stood up, brushing off your clothes and glaring at your best friend. “Of course I can understand. I would never stop you from following your dreams. But I thought that maybe you cared for me enough to let me in on them. But apparently I’m just another thing for you to leave behind, is that it?”

Fred was frozen, hating that he was the cause of your pain, that he was the one making you angry. The only thing he ever wanted to do was make you laugh and smile, to make you feel loved and safe. He just wanted to hold you, kiss you. To tell you that you were the most important person in the world to him.

Kiss her you fool

“I could’ve helped you!” You were tugging on the ends of your hair, hoping that this was all a dream. That Fred wasn’t really leaving. “I could’ve even gone with you! I’ve always supported your shop. I could work there with you!”

“Yeah,” Fred scoffed. “I’m not letting you give up your entire life just for me.”

“You are my life!” You were crying at this point too, tears pouring down your red cheeks. “All I want is to spend everyday with you! Fred, I love you so much, and if you didn’t even bother to tell me about your plans, then it’s quite obvious that the feelings are unrequited.”

Fred surged forward as you backed away, hoping for you to calm down and hear him out.

“No, Fred, I…” your voice shook as you continued to move. “I need to be alone right now. I’m sorry.”

You fled out of the Common Room and back to your dorm, slight sobs echoing against the walls.

Fred sunk back onto the couch, not even bothering to muffle his cries anymore. He had missed his chance. All of those times he could’ve told you how he felt and asked you to come with him, or at least asked you to be his girlfriend and wait a few months until you graduated. But he had missed his chance. There was only 1 day left, and he blew it.

Kiss her you fool

No Days Left

This was it. This was the day Fred and George had been waiting for for months. The one they had planned out meticulously, not only to escape, but to also provide Harry Potter and his friends a needed distraction for whatever they had gotten themselves into this time. There was no turning back.

Fred had locked himself in his room and cried all day yesterday, an act that obviously didn’t go unnoticed by his brother. George walked up to his twin and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Ready Fred?”

Fred took a deep breath and sighed. “Ready George. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The twins raced toward the entrance hall, hearing loud shouts and grunts behind them. A crowd started to form, many students with wide grins on their faces and, of course, Dolores Umbridge herself, looking more furious than Fred had ever seen her.

“So!” she shouted. “You think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?”

“Pretty amusing, yeah,” said Fred, confidence in his plan and abilities rising. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure pushing through the crowd to get a better look. It was you, eyes puffy and red, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and one of Fred’s sweaters you had stolen from him months ago. You must’ve been in bed and come running to see Fred’s final takeoff.

Fred’s attention snapped back to his inquisitors at the mention of him and his brother learning a lesson about the consequences of wrongdoing.

“You know what?” Fred asked. “I don’t think we are. George, I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.”

George beamed proudly and spoke much softer than his brother. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself.”

“Time to test our talents in the real world, d’you reckon?” He caught your eyes in the crowd, a small, pained smile gracing your lips.

“Definitely,” said George. Together they raised their wands and called for their brooms, which came rushing through the halls straight into their hands.

They jumped onto their escape vessels and did a few laps around the courtyard outside. Fred was about to yell back at Umbridge a snide remark, but he stopped when he saw you once again. He swooped down and hovered next to you, not getting off of his broom. His hand reached out to push a strand of hair behind your ear and you stepped closer to him. Fred was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize Umbridge was drawing nearer.

Cause you’ve only got one chance

You’ve only got one chance

“Kiss her you fool!”

George, growing impatient of the games you and Fred were playing, shouted from above. So, listening to his brother’s orders, Fred hastily pulled you toward him, sighing against your magnificent lips. It was everything he had expected and more, fireworks seeming to erupt in his stomach with every passing second your lips were on his.

Unfortunately, Fred was on borrowed time, and he darted away just in time to avoid being grabbed by Filch.

“Wait for me, will you?” he called down to you.

“I’ve only been waiting for the last 3 years,” you shouted back. “What’s a few more months?”

Fred was overflowing with happiness. The girl he was absolutely in love with was finally, after long last, his. “I love you, Y/N!”

“I know, you’re not very subtle. But I love you too.”

Fred blew you a kiss and sped up to meet his brother, grinning like an idiot as they soared off into the sunset.

“Looks like you didn’t miss your chance after all,” said George, giving Fred a soft punch to the arm.

“Yeah,” said Fred, “looks like I didn’t.”

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bi-dean-winchester · 3 years ago

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Flufftober Day 4

@flufftober2021

Prompt- sparklers and fireworks

Word count: 839

Warnings: talk of ptsd/ ptsd related triggers/ fireworks

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Ship: gen/Bucky Barnes x reader

Better than Fireworks-

A/n: based on a little headcanon I had about the fourth not being Steve's real birthday.

Stark always went all out for the Fourth of July, and this year was no different. There was a huge barbeque with so much food he probably should have invited more people just to eat it. “Hey, kid! Glad to see you made it!” Tony said, handing you a drink.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You said accepting the drink. “Have you seen the rest of the Avengers yet?”

“Uh, they’re probably at one of the tables over there” he said waving his hand towards the row of tables that were set up so people could sit down to eat.

“Tony!” Pepper waved at Tony to get him to come over to where she was talking to a guy you didn’t recognize.

“Aw great, this guy. Alright, well. Glad you could make it, kid. Hey grab some grub, there's plenty.” he said with a pat on your shoulder and walked away to greet whoever Pepper was talking to.

You took Tony’s advice and grabbed a plate of food and loaded it with a little of everything, it all looked so good. Weaving in between vaguely familiar faces to the Avengers who were supposed to save you a seat. Plate and drink in your hands you saw Nat waving wildly at you trying to grab your attention. Waving back at her she pointed to Bucky who had an empty seat to the right of him.

“There you are, started to think you were gonna ditch us.” Steve said with a smile as you sat down.

“And miss hanging out with you guys? Never.” You smiled as you started in on your food. “By the way, happy birthday Steve.”

Steve smiled uncomfortably and Bucky stopped eating to look at you, “Happy birthday?” He turned back to his friend, “You told them your birthday was the Fourth of July?” Bucky asked Steve with a shit eating grin on his face. Steve leaned back in his chair and covered his face with his hands.

“Bucky don’t.” he groaned.

“Woah, wait. Is his birthday not July fourth?” Nat asked, eyes glinting mischievously. Steve looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

“No, not anywhere near.” Bucky said laughing. “But July fourth is very patriotic.”

“So what's his real birthday?”

“Does it matter? Come on, know you know the fourth isn’t my birthday. Can we just move on?”

“No, no. This is very important. Come on Buck, when’s his real birthday?” Nat asked goading Bucky into telling her.

“January 14.” Bucky’s eyes lit up like the sparklers that would be handed out later.

“BUCKY!” Steve groaned and slumped back in his seat again.

“NO!” you say before bursting into laughter

“This is the best day ever.” Nat said giggling.

“Look in my defense they choose July fourth for Captain America’s birthday. Everyone just assumed it was my real birthday.”

“I always knew that coincidence was too good to be true.” you giggled before digging back into your food.

The three of you kept teasing Steve about his birthday all through the rest of dinner and he good naturedly accepted the ribbing. Soon, however, the sun dropped and it was time for the firework display.

You and the group moved from the tables to the field where lawn chairs had been set up. Bucky stayed close behind you as you walked, his cool titanium hand brushing against your warm hand as the two of you took a seat next to each other. “Sorry” he muttered

“It's alright.” you said softly. You really didn’t mind, actually you wished he’d do it again. You had a thing for the Winter Soldier ever since he moved into the compound. You hadn’t said anything to anyone besides Nat who threw you a wink as she and Steve took their seats a little farther down.

The show started and despite the loud noises you found yourself enjoying it, until a cool metal hand touched your leg, just below where your shorts hit and you lanced over at Bucky. His eyes were wide and he looked frozen in a fight or flight. You had been around the Avengers to know a PTSD flashback when you saw one. Gently grabbing his hand that was on your leg you flipped it over to hold it. He looked over at you.

“Come on.” you said standing up. Bucky silently allowed you to lead him as you weaved through the chairs and into the compound. You pulled him into the library which was pretty well soundproofed. The noise of the fireworks almost completely gone. “You ok?” You ask not letting go of his hand. He took a couple of deep breaths before he spoke.

“Better.” he nodded “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, this isn’t your fault.” You said soothingly.

You should get back out there. I don’t want you to miss the show because of me.” he said quietly, but by the way he was still holding onto your hands you could tell he didn’t really mean what he said.

“You’re better than fireworks.”

#flufftober2021 #tw fireworks #tw ptsd #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #x reader #marvel #my work #day 4

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