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cuddleprofiler · 21 days ago

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BONA FIDE - When you send Spencer all the letters you wrote throughout your relationship.

Word Count: 4.2k approx

Genre: fluff, somewhat angst I guess

Warnings: Burning, that's it

A/N: Positive Criticism is welcomed. Flashbacks are in italics and letters are in bold and italics.

“What is it?” Spencer spoke to himself quietly in the middle of the night. The team had been on a case in New York City. Somehow, his amazing girlfriend had an inkling days ago that he might not be present on his birthday, so she packed a gift for him to open at midnight in whichever city he would be at the time. Now, sitting cross-legged on the bed in his mismatched socks—something you always teased him about—he carefully unwrapped the present you had snuck into his go-bag.

Moments ago, you had been on the phone with him, your honeyed voice urging him to open the gift and not to poke fun at her. You wished him a Happy Birthday, but confusion lingered in his mind. Why would he make fun of you? What could you possibly have gifted him that warranted that?

“Letters?” he puzzled, seeing the pack of letters tied together with a red ribbon. There was nothing written on the letters except dates — going back a few years. Alongside the letters was a box of assorted cookies, all his favourites.

He chuckled to himself, recalling how you would look at him with exasperation every time he indulged in cookies as soon as he returned home after a case. Your concern for his sweet tooth had even led you to create a PowerPoint presentation, hilariously outlining why moderation was key.

“No matter how sweet you are Spencer, you will remain so with or without sugar.”, you told him.

He laughed so hard at your presentation that soon you followed him, and both of you were on the couch, his arm around you while your face was buried in his shoulder, laughing.

However, he still didn't understand why the daughter of dentists became a bakery owner. Perhaps to ensure her parents' teachings reached everyone, helping them maintain their sugar intake and thereby increasing awareness among the masses. But he knew the influence of your mom’s cooking and baking must have been one of the reasons you pursued a career as a baker.

A ping from his phone broke his reverie. It was a message from you: “Eat the cookies too and don’t dwell on the PPP incident.” He could almost picture your mock-annoyed smile, your eyes narrowing playfully as you tried to look intimidating but only ended up adorable. He shook his head, smiling.

Reaching for the box, he opened it, savouring a cookie while picking up the first letter. He glanced at the date and realized it was from the year you met, back when you were just the charming owner of the bakery he frequented while he was still just an FBI agent.

“Dear Dr. Spencer Reid,” it began.

“I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter. I mostly do this for my close family and friends. My mom started this trend, and I’m continuing it. But we aren’t close, are we? I didn’t even notice you the first time you came into the bakery, nor the second. But today, at ten o’clock, I felt something was off. I checked every ingredient in the kitchen; everything was perfect. But when I got home, I realized what was missing… you.”

As he read, his heart raced with warmth. This was a glimpse into your early feelings, a record of how your relationship had begun. He appreciated the effort you put into this; he knew you had a habit of holding back your thoughts. He knew how much you loved him. All your actions screamed it. But you always had a tight leash on your thoughts. He had become better at understanding you over time, but your words still amazed him.

It was you who was missing. You always came in on Wednesdays, and today's Wednesday, and you didn't come. I didn't know whether you had found a new bakery providing more delicious baked goods and coffee than mine or if you were out of town. You were in the FBI, right? And you once said, I could vaguely remember, that you had to leave a lot for work. Must be an important person. :)

He laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “There’s no way I would find better food than yours, Y/N. Only you, baby. Even the whole team is addicted to your baking, especially Rossi and Hotch.”

I got so used to you, so comfortable with you that a day without you made me come out of my zone. I felt like a child on Christmas morning, eagerly searching for the presents that Santa might have left.

You coming into the bakery with a smile brings good vibes into my life, I guess. You talking about the origin of the ingredients I use in my goods and complimenting my and other chefs’ baking skills feels so nice. I didn’t realize how much you brighten my day until now. Thank you, Dr. Spencer Reid. I won't be able to say all this in person. I get nervous easily if you have noticed. So, this letter, which I am never going to give to you, has to suffice for my conscience to not make me feel guilty.

Yours truly,

Y/N Y/L/N.

He felt as if he were in high school, where teenagers had crushes and were continually gazing at each other to gauge their feelings and thoughts. However, here you had given him the letters instead, to let him know what you thought all along in their relationship.

He couldn’t help but remember how he had been drawn to you from the first moment he stepped into your bakery. It wasn’t just your incredible baked goods; it was you—your laughter, your passion, your warmth.

He was walking on the pavement to a newly opened bakery near the FBI building. JJ had been gushing about the doughnuts and the other goods they had been selling for days. She had once taken some for Henry, and he was hooked! The next weekend, JJ and Will had taken Henry there, and all of them came back fascinated by the bakery and its owner.

However, he was more convinced when Hotch overheard JJ and spoke about how much Jack liked the bakery (his almost-smile told him that he did too) and how nice and polite the owner was—an appreciation from Hotch, which was rare—he was sure.

He was on his way to the bakery. As he neared his destination, he could smell the aroma of melted butter, coffee, and cinnamon. His feet instinctively took over while his mind was lost in the sweet aroma.

Soon, he was standing in front of “BONA FIDE.”

“Wonderful name,” he mused to himself. He opened the door and went inside. He was mesmerized by the interior of the place. It was so perfectly planned. Everything was set in place in such a manner that it provided comfort to anyone seeking it, and peace to anyone looking for it. “No wonder JJ and Hotch are fans of this place, especially Hotch.”

Glass display areas on his right were filled with every baked good he could think of—garnished doughnuts with nuts and sprinkles, blueberry muffins, chocolate chip cookies on red plastic trays, croissants, Danishes, a variety of cakes in white boxes, and much more.

The left side had a sitting area, with tables and booths. His eyes roamed over the table near the windows. Every corner was filled with medium-sized palm trees, enriching the colour palette of the place. Each table also had a small plant.

He heard a honey-rich voice,

“Welcome to Bona Fide,” she murmured, looking up at him from the diary she was writing in, placing the pen down and securing the position of the page.

“She’s beautiful,” he thought, and he immediately flushed at his own thoughts. He hoped you hadn’t seen him.

“Hi,” he gave you a bright smile. “Um, do you have some blueberry oat muffins?”

He mentally face-palmed at his own question. Of course, they do. He is in a bakery.

You nervously shuffled around the counter, tapping your foot lightly. “Yeah, yeah. We have that.”

“Nice. Can I get one of those and an espresso?” he asked. “Please add an almond croissant as well.”

“Okay. Please wait for a moment.” You went away. You came back after a few minutes.

“Um, sorry, I forgot to ask. Do you want it to be packed or…?”

He had initially thought of eating in the serenity of his house. He didn't want to waste his time in a bakery, with all the sounds of different age groups mixing and causing him a headache after a day full of paperwork. However, his plans changed the moment his eyes fell on you. It would be more peaceful here than at home, even with the other nine people present.

“It's okay. I will eat it here.” You passed him a smile.

“By the way, do you know croissants are native to Austria, originated from crescent-shaped pastry—”

And that's how all of his visits went from then on to your bakery.

He continued to the next letter.

“Dear Spencer,” it began. “I feel so intelligent whenever you come into my bakery because I designed it myself. Every time the sun highlights your features, I feel blessed. You look ethereal, especially with your floppy hair and that charming smile. You might not notice, but I can’t help but stare at you sometimes.”

He was glad he was not reading in front of you. He would surely be a blushing mess if he had read it in your home. Even though it would have been funny, you would have put your head on the pillow, hiding from him. The thought made him chuckle softly.

“Someone should compliment you; you’d blush and look adorable. But I’m sure I’d fumble if I tried to do it in front of you. I try to avoid staring, but you make it impossible. My coworkers have even pointed out my goofy smile whenever you’re around. They’ve figured out my crush on you. See, you’re the profiler, and they are here figuring out my crush on you. You should have done that first.”

“Well, baby,” he murmured, “I’ve been too busy admiring you to notice.”

He was intent on preserving every little detail of your beauty in his remarkable memory. The way your eyes would widen and your lips part whenever someone praised your work or you, followed by a soft "thank you" as your cheeks flushed with colour. He loved how you would sing Taylor Swift songs when you thought no one was around to hear, each baked good accompanied by its own special tune. These quirks were just some of the many things he found endearing about you—what truly made you, you.

But I think it's good that you haven't figured it out; else, I would be a tomato shaded in front of you. I wouldn't want to be embarrassed, I’m sure of that. You teasing me is enough.

I love the way your eyes become a shade lighter than usual whenever you talk about what you love. It looks like a hundred-watt bulb has been ignited in your eyes. You love reading, and I love listening to you. Apart from my crush, it's an honour to meet such a knowledgeable and kind-hearted person, Spencer. Always be such a sweetheart.

“Now I know why she keeps looking at me like that whenever I read or speak in general,” he said, going over the words deliberately slowly. He wanted to absorb every feeling that would come with the first read of these letters.

As he continued reading, he felt more connected to you than ever. Your thoughts laid bare were a testament to the bond you shared, and he cherished every word.

The next letter revealed your hesitations about asking him out, a rush of emotions spilling onto the page. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, but every Wednesday, I get cold feet. It’s silly, I know. I see you with other girls, and it makes me realize how much I want to be more than friends.”

His heart swelled as he read your candid thoughts, your honesty striking a chord deep within him. You had navigated your feelings with such vulnerability, and he appreciated the depth of your affection.

Every time I had to endure a girl flirting with you, only I knew how much I was controlling myself not to have my fist contact with her face. Yes, I know all of them were more beautiful than me, maybe smarter. However, that doesn't mean I can't be jealous.

He gasped slightly, his jaw going slack. He didn’t know that you were jealous all that time. So, this is what the fun-making part is? His features softened. You always acted cool, so it was hard to tell when you were jealous. He would make sure he didn’t make you angry on this matter; else, he had first-hand experience of your violence. He shuddered.

I didn’t expect you to be interested in me. Imagine my surprise when you asked me out! I’m really sorry for my reaction—I was just shocked.

Spencer smiled at the memory of that day. You had lit up when he said yes, and now, as he sat in the quiet of his hotel room, he relived that moment, the sweetness of it washing over him.

Being with you feels like a dream. The possibility of getting to know you more makes my heart flutter.

He remembered how his relationship went through the BAU. The disadvantage of being with profilers all day is that nothing’s a secret. The teasing he received from Morgan and Emily. He never even told you that Morgan, Emily, and Garcia went to your bakery for the first time to see you with their own eyes.

“I’m never going to return these,” he said, smiling to himself, knowing that they were pieces of your journey together.

With the cookies and your letters beside him, Spencer felt truly blessed. No matter where he was in the world, he had you with him in his heart.

Rossi, ever prudent, caught on to the way Spencer was talking about Y/N.It was clear to him that love was either blossoming or already in full bloom. With this realization,he pushed Spencer to ask her out. Spencer would always be grateful to Rossi for that. He would definitely ask him to officiate their wedding.

Dear Spence,

I’ve always known you to be compassionate, calm, and composed. Never have I, in all these months, seen you lose your cool. Seeing you so terrified today, standing outside my apartment building, was unsettling—I won’t lie. I never imagined someone could become so important to me that I would worry about them like this.

The moment I saw the fear in your eyes, a chill ran through me. The thought of what could have happened to you if anything had gone wrong sent a jolt of dread through my heart. Now I find myself fearing for my safety, not just for me, but for you. Your pain matters to me; it matters so much that it eclipses my own. Honestly, I think it matters to you more than it does to me. I will forever fear the way your eyes were haunted and will always try to keep myself out of danger as much as possible, Spencer, but if by any chance something happens to me, move forward. Even though it may be difficult, do it for my sake! Move forward and live a beautiful life with your family.

Yours lovingly,

Y/N.

Spencer let out a shaky breath as he finished the letter, feeling a mix of emotions wash over him. This was his least favourite letter to read. “What does she mean by ‘your family’? It’s our family,” he muttered, fighting back angry tears. “This girl, I swear! We need to talk about this.”

His mind drifted back to that night when a single phone call seemed to steal a decade from his life.

It had been two A.M. when his phone rang. Hell, he would be lying if he said he even looked at the caller ID. He knew it couldn't be from the Bureau, as the team had a week's holiday. He just wanted the call to end as soon as possible.

“Hello?” Sleep thickened his voice.

“Is this SSA Dr. Spencer Reid?” A calm, female voice broke through, pulling him into alertness. He sat up, suddenly wide awake.

“Yes? Who am I speaking to?”

“I’m a paramedic. This is about Y/N Y/L/N. She asked me to call you.”

“What happened?” he asked, the urgency in his tone making him fully alert. He pushed the covers aside, heart racing at the mention of your name.

“Sir, can you come to her apartment building?”

“What happened? Please, tell me!”

“It’s best if we talk when you get here,” she replied, but he wasn’t satisfied.

“Tell me something,” he shouted, but all they said was that there was nothing to worry about and that he should get there. Well, there was something to worry about if you were called to your girlfriend’s complex at two in the morning.

When he arrived, a paramedic met him outside and directed him to you.You were sitting at the back of an ambulance, swinging your legs, a blanket over your shoulder protecting you from the early morning cold.

“Hey, hey, darling! Are you okay? What happened?” he asked, his heart racing as he took in your slumped shoulders and the frown on your face. Your hands shook, and as he stepped closer, he noticed your entire frame trembling.

“There was a fire on her floor. There was some faulty wiring; we got everyone out. She was the last one. We found her in the last room; she was sleeping, I guess, and it shocked her much more due to that,” the female paramedic nearby replied to his question.

As Spencer aim was fulfilled, he could see the firefighters working in the background. He thanked the paramedic and turned to you, locking eyes. You looked wide-eyed, and he cupped your cheeks gently.

“Hey, don’t worry. You’re okay. You’re safe now,” he reassured you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

He avoided any kind of physical contact with others as much as possible (except Garcia), but he wished to be near Y/N, to hold her—even if it was just her hand in his—to make sure she was there. With him.

Currently, the need to hold her was paramount. He wished to ensure she was alive and that her blood hadn’t stopped forever because if that happened, he didn't know what he would do. The sob that had been stifled within you broke free as your heart realized it was out of danger. You cried until the fear began to dissipate, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you closer.

“Shall we go?” he asked softly, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that enveloped you. You hummed in agreement, and he helped you down from the ambulance, wrapping an arm around you for support.

His gaze fell upon the burns on your arms and neck, and he took your hands in his, desperate to comfort you. Your eyes met his, and you assured him they were minor second-degree burns, but he couldn’t shake the anger bubbling inside him. “Why didn’t they bring you out first?” he wanted to shout but the fact was they were doing their duty, and now he had his duty too: to take you to safety and wrap you in a bubble if possible.

In the car, he found the courage to ask a question that had been weighing on his mind for months. “Would you like to move in with me?”

“You don’t have to do this, Spencer.”

“No, I’m not asking because of tonight. I’ve been wanting to ask for ages. Please, think about it. Don’t rush your decision.”

Under the moonlight a few nights later, you and Spencer lay in bed, wrapped in a peaceful stillness. The only sounds were your gentle breaths. He was blowing softly on your burns, eliciting goosebumps in their wake.

“Spencer?” you broke the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Does the offer still stand?”

A moment of clarity washed over him as he realized what you meant. He smiled slightly, still a bit dazed.

“Of course, it does, star.”

“I don’t think I can live on my own right now.”

“I want to move in with you.”

Your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, a tender expression of the love that had blossomed between you. His hands cradled your face, deepening the kiss as excitement surged through him.

“Our forever isn’t ending between us,” Spencer declared, his conviction unwavering.

“While I’m here, nothing will happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.” He wiped away a few stray tears that had escaped your eyes.

He finished reading the last letter while savouring half the cookies and coffee he had made.

Darling,

I meant to write this letter so many days ago, but I was putting it off so I could spend more time with you. It’s funny that I’m writing to you now while you’re right across from me—well, lying on the couch, engrossed in “The Collector” by John Fowles. I’ll let you in on a secret: I’m sneaking glances at you every so often. You’ve caught me twice and also have found myself giggling. Now, you probably think I’m going to do a prank or something on you, and I am two seconds away from laughing out loud as you are currently very, very engrossed in telling me “Why I shouldn’t wage a prank war against an MIT graduate?”

I find it utterly adorable, my sweetness. You know how much I wish for us to remain in this blissful state forever, surrounded by love and free from any threat to the life we’re building together. You know how much I wish we remain like this forever, in so much love always, with nothing ever threatening to bring down the life we’re building. However, life is, for lack of a better term, life, and it will bring sadness and other emotions as well. But what I have realized is that whatever happens, I will always be there for you. The love, care, and understanding that we have gained over the years, Spencer, shines and is a captivating element of our relationship. My mom says, “A relationship having care, trust, and understanding as fundamental properties goes a long way! Love can come after that as well.” We have all of them. I hope our relationship also goes on to infinity.

Do you know why I chose the name ‘BONA FIDE’ for my bakery? There were countless options, but that one stood out. It’s catchy, it has a Latin flair that intrigues people, and, most importantly, it has a beautiful meaning: “Made in good faith—authentic and genuine.” When I opened my bakery, I was embodying that meaning—an assurance that the food and the atmosphere would be authentic and made with love. But now it doesn’t end here. Now, it stretches to you, Dr. Spencer Reid.

My darling, I’m making you a bona fide promise: I will love you unconditionally for my entire life. I love you, Spence <3. I love you more than I love my bakery, and that says a lot. But in all seriousness, I have never loved anyone as deeply as I love you. You have my heart, now and always.

With all my love,

Y/N.

As Spencer put down the letter, his vision blurred slightly. It had been so long since someone had appreciated him so openly. Your words filled him with warmth, a wave of gratitude washing over him for the depth of your feelings.

He smiled, thinking of the love that enveloped him. If someone had told his teenage self that he would one day experience this kind of happiness, he would have scoffed. There was no way he could have envisioned such a bright future, but now, surrounded by love from friends, the team, and you, he felt truly overwhelmed.

He caressed your handwriting and kissed the letters, hoping his affection could be transferred through conduction. He wasn't worried. Even if it didn’t work, he would show you himself how much he loved you. All his life.

“So it was all planned, huh?” Rossi asked Hotch, as they sat in a bar, drinks in hand.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Hotch replied, taking a sip of his whiskey, attempting to maintain his composure.

“You knew Y/N and Reid would hit it off. That’s why you praised her bakery so highly. You basically orchestrated their meeting.”

“Y/N is a wonderful baker, and I genuinely appreciate her talent. I was not doing what you think,” Hotch said, a smirk threatening to break free.

Rossi shook his head, amused. “Attaboy!” he muttered, and the conversation drifted to other topics.

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koco-coko · 11 months ago

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Silent Night, Holy Night - Jean x Vincent, Ikemen Vampire Fic

-> Jean and Vincent spend their first Christmas together, starting with Midnight Mass.

Tags/Warnings: Romantic Fluff, Religious (Catholic) Discussions and Themes, Christmas Fic, Mistletoe Kisses

Word Count: 1,523

A/N <--> I wrote this in the span of 3 hours and in a car. These two have taken over my brain please help

I think they might like this: @natimiles @weirdwriter69 @azulashengrottospiano (if anyone wants to be added/taken off the list let me know)

Midnight Mass had ended a few hours ago. A few others stayed behind with Jean, but at this time of night, Jean was the only one left. Maybe a priest or two wandered by, a nun tended to the dusty floor for a few minutes, then all was silent. A priest with electric green eyes stared at him for a while, but retreated into the cathedral halls after enough examination with a deep chuckle.

Jean could stare at the crucifix for hours on end, only interrupted by the need to fiddle with the rosary in his hands. He’d already been through it three times, but a fourth never hurt. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…

The heavy wooden doors creaked open once more, shutting softly seconds later. Jean ignored it, beading through the rosary at a breakneck pace. Then the light and careful steps reached him and there was a soft thump from the old pew when another sat down next to him.

Jean turned to his head, only to find Vincent with him. He smiled softly, though by his tense position, he was a bit nervous about being in such a holy place. Especially considering their relationship.

Jean often wondered the same thing, but he had to repent somehow. Avoiding judgment only showed true guilt, and Jean already had enough of that on his shoulders. He looked Vincent over a few times before he leaned back onto the seat. “Is everything all right?” Jean whispered, glancing back to make sure all were gone. In such a large and empty hall, even murmurs echoed.

“You said you’d be back an hour ago,” Vincent said, scooting a bit closer, “So I came to check on you. Are you alright, sunshine?”

Sunshine? Jean’s heart went aflutter. That name sounded like a hymn for the angels, too pure to be fit for him. “I suppose,” Jean uttered slowly.

It was a strange time for Jean. A time to celebrate the Lord, to enjoy the spoils of life and give to the poor… In the past, Jean would stay in his room most of the time, but he’d make donations to the Church with profits made from his shop. Everything else seemed frivolous to him, and the happiness floating about the air missed him completely. He was unworthy of such joy and peace.

Vincent’s eyes thinned and his smile was pained. “You know, I was a pastor once.”

Jean almost chuckled. It was hard to tell, but Vincent had grown accustomed to the signs. “Truly?” he asked.

Vincent hummed, delighted to tell his story. “Yeah. I was a Christian, and when I was twenty-five I tried to be a preacher for a while,” he said, only to glance away nervously, “I gave up on that pretty quickly. I didn’t even show up to any Bible studies, and I got dismissed soon after.”

“Why’s that?” Jean asked calmly. After being revived, he learned to not be so critical of others and their religious choices. He wasn’t one to judge– love thy neighbor, after all.

“Not sure. I guess I just didn’t feel a connection anymore, and it wouldn’t be right to preach what I don’t believe,” Vincent explained, resting his arms and head on the pew in front of him. “I liked painting better.”

Jean hummed in response and silence fell over them. God had strange ways of guiding his children on the right path. Often cruel, coldhearted, but ultimately for the better. Of course, now Jean had no path to follow, except the one paved by himself and his sins. There was a deep horror in being separated from the great beyond, separated with all normal functions of life…

But with Vincent here, things felt slightly normal. In the stability and mundanity came comfort. In Vincent came the yearning for more light in his life, without any guilt.

“Merry Christmas,” Vincent whispered sleepily. He grinned drowsily. “Yay.”

“Yay?” Jean asked, his eyebrow raised.

“I got to be the first person to say it to you. I’ve been wanting to do that all year,” Vincent said, digging his head into a more comfortable spot in his arms.

Jean didn’t even realize the faint pink blush growing on his cheek, let alone the soft curve of his lips. How light his chest felt when he saw the innocent wants of his lover. His impulses won over him and in a swift motion, he laid his cape over Vincent’s shoulders. He heard the painter sigh happily, his eyes beginning to close as colored light streamed from the stained glass windows.

“Merry Christmas,” Jean replied, before placing a delicate kiss on his temples. He didn’t mind if he had to carry his lover home. It was dark enough that nobody would see the two, and he was strong enough to make it back to the mansion in one piece. The real question was whether a piggyback ride would be more comfortable than bridal style for the sleepy painter.

Suddenly, Vincent groaned. Jean’s face instantly twisted in concern. He placed his hand on Vincent's back lightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

The sleepy painter grumbled in Dutch, before opening tired eyes. A frown on Vincent’s face made Jean’s heart implode on itself. It wasn’t right! Before Jean could speak, Vincent spoke in a language Jean could understand. Mostly. How late was it? How long did Jean force his boyfriend to stay up? Guilt ate Jean while Grogginess consumed Vincent.

“Ik was bijna vergeten…” Vincent started, moving to sit up, only to fail. Instead, his hand raised above Jean’s head.

He only had to catch a glimpse of green and red to know what it was. He’d seen it all around town, but he never knew what it meant. All he knew was that Arthur often carried it with him to the pub during the holidays. “When two people are under a mistletoe, it’s tradition to kiss each other. I was gonna wait until we got home, but I don’t–” Vincent yawned again, “Ik weet niet of ik zo lang op kan blijven…”

The words and accent were lost on Jean, despite how adorable it was to hear his language of origin. He didn’t need to know the words, though. He knew all he needed to. Vincent and himself were under a mistletoe, and tradition was a time honored thing. The stained glass portrait of the Virgin Mary would understand.

Before Vincent could make another move, Jean took it upon himself, as any knight (in shining armor, at least to Vincent) would do. Jean’s hand wrapped around the back of his head, his other tilting the painter’s chin up just slightly and pushed their lips into each other.

Vincent had to push down a grin. Oh, Jean… He was the true angel here. Even now he was making sure Vincent didn’t have to lift a finger, despite the fact he was holding a mistletoe above their heads. His other arm moved on its own, slowly and gently removing Jean’s eyepatch. The soldier shivered when the cold air hit the other half of his face, but no discomfort came from the fact it was revealed. It was Vincent, after all. He found beauty in everything, and it was starting to rub off on Jean.

It was a short kiss, but Vincent could taste the restrained passion on Jean’s lips. He was always shy about receiving affection, but couldn’t help but pour his passionate soul into each and every display of love he gave. Vincent’s heart swelled at the thought.

“I guess, I’ll say it again,” Vincent said, his face flushed, “Merry Christmas.”

Jean giggled softly, barely audible even to Vincent, whose nose was currently touching his. “And to you as well, mon ange. May I ask you a question?”

Vincent put his head back in his crossed arms, though after such a loving kiss, he was much more awake. “Of course, sunshine.”

“Where did you get this?” Jean asked, holding Vincent’s wrist and bringing the painter’s hand into both of their sights. The red and green plant was intertwined within his fingers.

“You’ll laugh when I tell you,” Vincent chuckled. “When I said I was waiting for you to come home, Arthur took it out of his pocket and gave it to me. He said something like: ‘Make sure you give’em a real Christmas miracle…’ or something like that.”

Jean blinked for a moment. Of course it was Arthur, but… Arthur of all people? Never in a million years did he think Arthur would want any hand in Vincent’s romantic affairs.

Well, now that he said that, Arthur absolutely would.

“He gave me a wink, too. I think he was trying to be dirty or something.”

Ah, there it was. Jean sighed.

Vincent then chuckled at Jean’s obvious dismay at Arthur’s actions. “He had good intentions,” he said, a slight pause in-between his words. A yawn came to him once again. Jean watched his lover’s sleepiness with loving eyes. Vincent could only reciprocate for a moment, before sleep came to embrace him. “... But I think I like this ending more.”

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babydin · 1 year ago

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- Joel Miller X AFAB partner - 18+, minors DNI! - Joel's POV. - Child death implied, depressive thoughts of a middle aged grump, no smut just fluff, but implies that it leads there so consume at your own risk. - 627 words - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! - Joel doesn't want to celebrate his birthday, until the thought of unwrapping you changes his mind. - A/N: Wrote this to celebrate Joel's birthday. Happy birthday you piece of shit. I love writing in Joel's POV, so I would love more requests for this. Or even Javi G as a challenge!

Now, I was minding my very own business and I was going to continue to do so until the day was well and truly over but the promise of pancakes did put me in quite a predicament.

The sound cuts through me like a knife. Having one good ear meant the sounds I fucking hate are even harsher and make my brain itchy. It must be the ass-crack of dawn and she always fucking does this. She knows I don’t like making a big song-and-dance on my birthday, my birthday was the day the outbreak reached critical mass and here we are still fighting off shit-faced zombie motherfuckers and trying to rebuild civilization, not knowing if life will ever be the same again. It’s also Sarah’s remembrance day. I’d give all of my birthdays to have her back just for an hour. And yet here she is, with one of those noise blowers that I swear I throw out every goddamn year, and a scratchy vinyl of the Beatles singing about how it’s my birthday, and I take one pillow and launch it at her while the other comes up over my head and I hope if I stay there long enough she’ll get the hint that I ain’t playing. “Happy birthday, Mr Miller.” Is it? What’s happy about it? The world is in ruins, and I’m another year older and it’s completely against my will at this point. “I made you blueberry pancakes.” Now, I was minding my very own business and I was going to continue to do so until the day was well and truly over but the promise of pancakes did put me in quite a predicament. I hated my birthday, I hated the fuss, I hated getting older, I hated missing Sarah, unfortunately for me though, I liked blueberry pancakes. I liked blueberry pancakes quite a lot. I force my eyes open and she’s smilin’ down at me with that goddamn noise maker in one hand and a plate of blueberry pancakes in the other, dripping with maple syrup, her hair scraped back into a messy bun, her pyjamas all askew but I’ll be a son of a gun if she ain’t worth livin’ for. “You turn that shit off?” The Beatles aren’t bad, I just don’t want Paul McCartney squawkin’ at me and reminding me every second that it’s my birthday. “You’ll sit up for blueberry pancakes but not for me?” I’d do a lot more than sit up for her. ”Ellie awake?” She shakes her head and there’s a twinkle in her eye as she hands me the plate of pancakes, “No, why? You want your present?” I don’t like to be presumptuous, I ain’t never expecting shit on my day but the way those words come out of that pretty mouth I can’t help but wonder if – “What is it?” Sometimes my sweet thing runs her fingers through my hair in a way that really feels like it goes deep down into the creases of my brain, and I’m telling you now if I were a dog, my hind leg would be crankin’ like I was tryin’ to start a motorcycle. “That’s the point of a present,” she tells me, “you have to unwrap it.” That girl of mine stands by the side of the bed like she’s waiting on me to do something, and as usual I do the wrong thing and take a bite of the pancakes because the blueberries smell good and the syrup is making my mouth water but she smiles like she finds my idiocy endearing and I thank god she does because someone’s gotta. “Are you– are you my present?” She climbs in my lap and although I try and protect my plate of blueberry pancakes (if she expects me to share, she can whistle. It is my birthday after all) my day just got a little bit better. “Yes, Joel. I am your present. Happy birthday, you grumpy fuck.”

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Hello, I'm not sure how to word this question, but how do you deal (or how did you deal when you first started) with low engagement on things you write/wrote? I write for a lot of characters, different POV's, situations, etc., and I'm becoming a bit dishearted that I might not be good at it due to not seeing much happening on them. I'm also quite shy, so I don't know how to approach people to see if they might be interested in reading some of my stuff and giving feedback. Sorry if this is weird to inbox you lol

It’s not weird at all to ask honey… Now, for me it was always something I didn’t find myself looking at because it was truly a fun lil habit for me only when I started. I felt like 50-100 likes was more than enough in the beginning, but over time I got used to a certain amount and now when I fail to get close to that I too feel disheartened. Then I remind myself that not every single idea I have is going to be a big seller, and that’s totally fine.

I do think it’s important to note that the Tumblr of last year is not the Tumblr of this year in the slightest. I’d started posting on here in February of 2022, and back then comments/reblogs were a constant on any type of fanfic. Angst actually got so much interaction back then, but now they primarily only occur on the smutty fics (sex sells, lol).

I promise you that engagement means nothing here, I have seen writers that average 50-150 likes that write amazing fics just the same as someone who averages 700-1,000. I’ve also seen fics with a million typos and missing words that still reach 300+ likes (which is fair, because not everyone has the energy to reread) It comes down to: the algorithm, the type of fic you mass produce (angst, fluff, smut, combo, etc.), how long you have been here (2019 vs 2022), the time you post, and sometimes even the day/month. For instance, if you post a fluffy fic in October you’re asking for low interaction since everyone is usually in the Kinktober mindset.

My only “criticism” for you is the swapped POV’s, as someone who started on Wattpad I have noticed those fics tend to only do #’s there. Tumblr is more 2nd person friendly, and I had to adjust to that notion before I actually started seeing my fics really going anywhere.

If you want you can make a burner account and send me snippets of your stuff in a DM. I’m not an expert at this whole writing shindig but I can surely offer you my thoughts/tidbits. 🥰

Happy writing angel, if you like your stories, that should be more than enough to keep you creating them.

#writing anon #shitty advice #but I try

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demon Brothers First Dates!

The fluff levels are reaching new heights… I might have to write some angst pretty soon to reset my palette. Get any more saccharine and I’m going to end up writing Sunday school specials... 🙄 If anyone has any darker suggestions, hit me up.

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Lucifer

Wanna bet that he’s going to shower them luxury for the evening? The Avatar of Pride doesn’t settle for anything less than utterly obliterating what his competition could offer.

Spending money like Mammon if he won the lottery. Usually he’d be less flippant about price tags, but he needs to seem like he’s on top of the world tonight. His ego’s on the line after all.

Not above asking the MC if there’s any place in the world, Devildom or human, they’d like to see and just taking them there. No objections accepted. You want go to Paris? Then we dine in Paris, get your coat.

Gifts. Gifts. Gifts gifts gifts. Nice ones. Very shiny. Big gifts make them feel special and remind them of him when they see/use them. Better get that subliminal messaging started ASAP. They are his.

Engaging dining conversation, but may bring up work/Diavolo/or the Devildom more often than not. Man just can’t stop thinking like he’s on the job sometimes...

All the brothers would kill to know what happened/what was said but he forbids them from saying anything about it. The night can stay just between them.

Mammon

It is going to go wrong. Somehow, in some way, it will blow up in his face spectacularly. But this is still Mammon we’re talking about so it’s probably going to be a fun ride regardless.

Go to the casino, lose everything, and run like hell from angry employees after causing a scene? That’s on the table. Trying to have a romantic night, getting crashed by some XYZ person who he owes money to, then going through shenanigans to try and avoid them? Equally likely. Things just not working properly to catastrophic levels? Like it’s etched into fate itself.

No matter what trouble follows this boy everywhere. You ride with him, you ought to be down for that. But if chaos is the MC’s domain or they just like to collect funny stories, it will probably be a great time! At least in hindsight, anyway.

He’s not particularly romantic, but will be generally up for doing right about anything that the MC wants to do within reason (of course, he’s a pushover too). He probably doesn’t have a plan before they go and may just wing it based on how they’re feeling and what’s available.

Considering there is no way the date will end in the same state it started, though, maybe no plan is the best plan. Just enjoy the ride.

Leviathan

Honestly lowkey thought that all those times they would play games together/watch marathons were dates so oof. Poor boy doesn’t even know how behind he is.

Once he’s aware that no, Mario Kart does not qualify as a date night, he will try to think of things that do but mostly still in or around the House.

He might suggest the kind of cheesy things he’s picked up from his mangas/dating games. He'll try them earnestly so it would still be a sweet time.

It’s going to take some insane “Love-Sex-Magic” to actually get this guy to plan a date that goes outside of his comfort zone (i.e. in the real world). He must be either head over heels or one of his brothers challenged him to pull it off. No matter what, it’s not going to be his first choice.

If he had to think of something, it would somehow be water-based because that’s the only other thing he’s going to cling to when he can’t be in his safe space.

A beach date would actually be perfect for him. He could show off his swimming skills, make a sand suclpture with them, and introduce them to Lotan! He won’t bite, er... as long as he’s around? Probably?

Satan

Want some old-fashioned romance? This is your guy. Satan sees love like it’s out of a romance novel so make of that what you will.

Ever polite and downright princely at times. You’d never know that he was the Avatar of Wrath until things just stop going to plan or some poor waiter tries to sass him...

The kind of guy to go for dates to an art gallery or an out-of-the-way coffee shop. Some place quiet where the main focus is on conversation or intellectual discussion. But, oh, he doesn’t just want to talk. He wants to learn and the subject is MC.

Won’t settle for small talk but isn’t looking for a life’s story either. He wants thoughts, opinions, and knowledge. What do they think of the Devildom? His brothers? How do things there compare to the human world? What’s it like there? Etc., etc.

If there is anything that they’re particularly skilled/knowledgeable in then he wants to know all about it. Lowkey sapiosexual vibes. Smarts are a turn on.

Would honestly be okay going to almost anywhere as long as he’s with them and can enjoy their conversation. Expect traditional romantic elements like flowers and candles, but really it’s the mind he’s after.

Asmodeus

He wants to Show. Them. Off! If they’re on a date then the world has to hear about it. He just thinks they’re that amazing!

Need help getting dressed for the occasion? He’s got them covered! He doesn’t see any issue in couples shopping, dressing, makeup… other things...

Yeah, they better keep a leash on this one or they may miss a reservation or three.

Knows all the best places in the Devildom like the back of his hand. Want to go dancing? He’s a regular at all the clubs. Want good drinks? He knows five places for that already. Great food? Babe, he’s second only to Beel in that department too!

Will spend the whole evening being very attentive and making sure they’re comfortable and having fun. The man loves seeing smiles, especially the ones he causes!

Okay. We all know where he ideally would like the date to end *cough*the bedroom*cough* but won’t pressure the matter… any more than usual. But oh would he be happy if it got there. And he’d make sure they’re happy too. 😏

Beelzebub

They’re going to eat and they’re going to eat WELL.

We’re talking a spread fit for royalty because he would totally ask Diavolo if he could borrow Barbatos for the evening. Food from the best chef in the Devildom and time alone with the MC for a night? Talk about a spot of heaven in literal Hell!

Of course, his thoughts aren’t only on his own stomach. He genuinely wants them to have a good time too.

Will probably take them to their favorite places in the Devildom or any places where they share good memories together. He wants to remind them of just how happy they make him as much as possible.

A lot of closeness the whole night: hand holding, hugs, and cuddles. It’s not for any possessive or territorial reason, he just likes having them close in that comforting sort of way.

He’s not exactly a deep conversationalist, but he’ll make up for it in actions and just the amount of heart he puts in the few things he says. Oh, he’s one of the best listeners on the planet though so the night doesn’t have to be quiet on their end.

Belphegor

You’d think he’d be too lazy to plan a date but not so. It actually takes a lot of planning to find a way to completely ditch his brothers without any of them knowing/finding out. Even Beel has to be out of the loop.

Wherever they’re going, he wants it to be just the two of them and stay that way. It’d take just one run in with Mammon or Asmo for them to gain a tag along that Just. Won’t. Leave.

Like Satan, he prefers quieter places but that’s just because he hates being in noisy environments. He’ll go for places that may not have a lot going on, but are visually quite stunning like the botanical gardens or rooftop views.

Expect a picnic, maybe a little stargazing. He probably already knows some pretty peaceful places in the Devildom that he uses just to get some space from his brothers.

If he’s going to sleep during the date, he’ll either make sure it’s okay first or it will be an honest accident. He won’t just pass out on them to be a troll for once.

Maaay try to get them to take a nap with him. Straight up sleeping might be considered an odd date activity, but really it’s an excuse to hold them as close as he wants with no interruptions. Be careful, or he might hold them there all night.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #the fluff is reaching critical mass

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papermatisse · 2 years ago

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bliss || k.sy

♗ pairing: kwon soonyoung x f!reader

♗ genre: angst, fluff, Hanahaki

♗ word count: 7.6k

♗ warnings: death mentions, hospital, depression, anxiety

♗ synopsis: waking up with no memories, no recollection of who she once was, was a terrifying, near debilitating experience, but maybe with the help of a kind stranger, recovery could come sooner than expected.

♗ a/n: I read a lot of Hanahaki stuff, so I thought it'd be fun to write one :)

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It was a strange experience. One which felt both enlightening in a way, though still left her incredibly befuddled, mindless in her post surgical haze.

They say ignorance is bliss. That it's better to lack wisdom than to suffer the consequences of knowledge. The concept never truly struck her as a crucial necessity to grasp, nor ever crossed her mind in her day to day–or at least she presumed it hadn't. Because now she truly was trapped in this endless void of nothing. That ignorance she spoke of like a virus, seeping into every crevice of her mind it could writhe itself into, entangling into this unavoidable mass, leaving her near desolate, abandoned in this dreary, cold hospital bed.

Her torso felt as barren as her head, her heart a cavity devoid of anything. Yet strangely enough, she didn't mind it. If anything, she felt light. Free, even. This liberating air about her, even with the plethora of stitches littered across her chest, grounding her in reality with their sharp jabs upon her, pain stabbing into her with every minor movement. Because though she may not remember much, if anything at all, she did remember the agonizing weight which had become a constant in her life.

This terrible heaviness, pressing down upon her as she went about her business. She remembered the dread which would greet her every morning, misery being a defining emotion as she took on the trials of the day. There was so much hurt in her world, so much torment in a life too short to endure such anguish.

And now it was gone. All of that misery. All of that pain. Vanished into thin air. Alongside the memories which came with it, a consequence of the surgery she had only just awoken from.

The nurse was the first person she had seen when her eyes had cracked open, the blinding fluorescent light leaving her more disoriented than she initially was. He was patient as she came to, offering her a kind smile when she greeted him. Though upon her asking of her situation, why exactly she was where she was, his smile had somewhat faltered, a painful recognition in his eyes as he reached for a clipboard at the end of the bed.

She had received the surgery for Hanahaki disease. A procedure in which the cause of the affliction is terminated at its source. The roots which had imbibed themselves into her lungs, digging into the tissue and coiling themselves into a tangled, grounded mesh of growth. What had begun as a simple sprout, a delicate little flower blossoming within her, a representation of the love she held for one certain someone, had all but evolved into an uncontrollable brush of foliage, until she was practically suffocating in that self deluded love she revolved around.

She remembered all of the pain. The excruciating agony of coughing up a swarm of petals and flowers, the burning sensation which coincided with expelling that toxicity from her body. The vines which crept up her airway, tearing into her body and leaving slits in their wake. Breathing felt like a task in and of itself, and the petals which so often sprouted forth from her mouth came with absolute misery, stroking those gashes which lined her esophagus and coaxing out splotches of bright red blood with every hack and wheeze.

She had been in critical condition, in dire need of this surgery, yet still took near months to deliberate on this decision. All for the foolish sake of a boy who has never reciprocated her feelings.

Ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise. Yet as she lay there, breathing clearly with her heart still steadily thumping against her, she truly began to absorb those words and their meaning.

The irony that was the statement. Though she may be living in blissful ignorance now, she felt more aware than she previously was. As if having exchanged one wisdom at the expense of another. Because here she lay, ignorant to what she once felt for a person, yet so very keen on the absolute ignorance which was clinging to those hopeless and near fatal emotions that almost led her to her inevitability.

The nurse carefully explained everything to her, patiently running through the circumstances of her situation. The severity which was her condition, the success of the surgery, as well as the permanent aftereffects of it all.

She no longer loved that person. The roots had dug their way into her nerve endings, tapping into her nervous system and soon after had begun integrating into her mind. Removing them solved her Hanahaki dilemma, though at the cost of her memories. Every single memory she shared with that man now vanished, as if he never truly existed to her. Though perhaps that's for the better. She, of course, can't recall who that was, though she doubts she'd enjoy befriending the likes of someone like that. Someone who could so easily allow her to die.

The nurse continued, explaining how they were able to carefully remove each and every root until her lungs were cleared of any and all floral growth. She was left a brand new person, a blank slate of a being. In both physical health, though also in memory.

Upon testing her vitals and her mechanics, he dismissed himself, off to report to her doctor of her well-being, leaving her alone in this foreign room.

The room felt uncomfortably barren, the incessant beeping of the machines around her refusing to give her a moment of peace. The IV lodged in her arm was discomforting to say the least, leaving her rather hesitant in moving that arm for fear of potentially feeling the needle. The lack of visitors concerned her somewhat, had her wondering what sort of social lifestyle she led to not have a single friend visit. Though she couldn't even recall any people she associated herself with. Did she truly live such a sad life? To have been at death's doorstep, alone and forgotten, for the sake of loving a man who couldn't care less about her?

She pursed her lips, humming a gentle tune to try and pass the time. Her mind was clear, yet at the same time ever so frenzied with thoughts and worries.

What would life be like now? How could one worry about change if they don't remember what life was like beforehand? Is it truly change if they have no recollection of what once was?

Before she knew it, warm tears began trickling down her face. Fear for what would be waiting for her once she recovered. The life which once was hers now but a foreign experience handed to her against her will. She wasn't the same person she once was. Though she may carry the same face, she was but an entity merely trapped in this vessel of a body, set out on a voyage with a predestined route she had to follow.

Though if it truly was predestined, then what she had just done had altered the scales of fate. Perhaps she truly was meant to succumb to the hands of death, allow those weeds to coil themselves around her lungs and steal away her final breath. And now, she was forced to face the consequences of her actions. To enter a world which was just as much hers as it wasn't.

That dread which once awaited her in her mornings now waited for her outside these hospital doors.

As she wept to herself, her cries sounded through the room, bouncing off the walls and greeting her once more. The beeping continued to mock her, reminding her of where she was. The IV anchored her arm to the bed, a dark anxiety clouding her mind. Deep down, she knew that even if it were to become dislodged, it wouldn't kill her. The nurse could simply return and place it back in its position for her. There was no legitimate reason for her to be so wary of its existence, yet every time she glanced at it, more tears would fall, soaking every inch of skin on her face as she was too afraid to move. Too afraid the IV would cause her even the slightest bit of pain. There was already so much pain in her. She couldn't bear another ounce of the anguish.

Her door suddenly swung open, startling her from her misery as she glanced up at the doorway. She watched as the door gradually lost its momentum, slowly swinging open on its hinges as it reached the adjacent wall with a soft thud. Just as it began to fall back into its original position, a crutch came into view, its rubber sole colliding with the door's center as it pushed it open once more. Soon after, another crutch appeared, as well as a person.

A man, persistently hobbling into her room following the same pattern of movements. Push the door open with crutch, take one hop in, push the door open more with crutch, take another hop in. And she merely watched it all happen before her. Somewhat confused as to who this man was, though also in amazement at how complicated he made entering a room appear.

Finally, he managed to pass the threshold, releasing a victorious huff as he finally allowed the heavy door to close into its frame. With an overzealous, accomplished grin, he finally looked up and into the room, eyes immediately landing upon the poor girl, crying alone in her bed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," He quickly rambled out, mouth opening and closing in shock as he attempted to find his words. "I didn't realize this was the wrong room, I…"

"It's alright," She mumbled, sniffling weakly as she attempted to recoil once more into her bed.

She expected him to leave soon after, leaving her to her own devices, yet the room remained as it was, the steady beeping of her monitor filling what would have been empty silence. There was no raucous of a door being continuously shoved open by crutches.

Turning her head back to the entrance of the room, she was surprised to see the stranger still standing there, observing her.

His eyes weren't invasive, prying into her psyche and leaving her skin crawling. Instead, his eyes were gentle, this spark of concern which left her flustered and confused.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, steadily making his way over to her with minute shuffles. His brows were curved in worry. Genuine sympathy radiated off of him, his character so entirely honest that she couldn't believe he truly existed as an actual person. She didn't know him, and she could only assume he didn't know her either. Yet here he was, blinking expectantly at her, waiting for her words, as patient as one could ever be.

"I don't think so…" She muttered. Her voice was gravelly, dry from having only just awoken from her surgery some half hour ago, as well as bearing the consequences of her having already cried a decent bit thus far. The lump in her throat was ever apparent, an unsettling reminder that she could very well burst into tears once more in front of this gentle soul before her.

As if having read her mind, the man quickly sat down on the seat beside her, resting his crutches against her bed before reaching for the glass of water on her bedside table.

"Here you go," He whispered, pressing the rim of the glass onto her dried lips. Tentatively, she took a sip, allowing the cool liquid to run down her tongue, relieving her thirst and concomitantly some of her torment. Her eyes remained on him, in awe at the presence of this man who just stumbled rather unceremoniously into her room. The first person she's encountered, aside from her nurse of course.

"Thank you." He placed the glass down once more, his gaze still trained on her as she cleared her throat nervously. "I… I'm… I…"

Her words would come up, only to be halted, some unknown reason forcing every sentence back down. Every syllable felt like she was fighting against herself, as if she were about to vomit from the effort it took to speak. All the while, she held back her tears, held back her clear despair in a fortified dam within her, refusing to crack any more than she already has. She didn't want to burden this person, she didn't want to unload her fears to him, her every worry deep inside her.

Yet it was almost like she hadn't stood a chance, as soon after she first began sputtering over her pathetic attempt at what to say, her frenzied thoughts spiraling past her in an overwhelming fashion, too fast to truly grasp at any one detail, she felt a warmth suddenly embrace her. The hand which remained limp by her side this whole time now held in his own, this aching tenderness in his touch which seemed to be the nail in the coffin. Or in this case, the nail in her dam which all but crumbled in a matter of seconds.

More tears slid down her face, a non stop barrage of moisture all but seeping from her reddened, swollen eyes. Her cries were relentless, almost unabashed in manner, though she knew once she had settled down, she'd regret all of this. She'd regret this reckless display of emotion, the abandon with which she wept her soul out. The way she grasped his hand so tightly, afraid he'd leave her, desert her with no one and nothing.

Though she hadn't any reason to fear this, as he held her hand dearly, thumb smoothing over her knuckles, his mouth forming a devastating pout as he let her cry for as long as she needed.

"I'm scared," She sobbed out, the words now flowing out of her with no restraint. "I'm sad, I'm so desperately lost. I don't know what's going on and I have nobody."

"Well, you have me now." He leaned forward, resting his chin on the blanket, all without breaking his focus on her. "Tell me what happened."

And so she did. Everything she could remember, which albeit wasn't much. From the way she woke up alone, with only a nurse to tell her that she had just gotten surgery for Hanahaki, which had all but nearly killed her and would have succeeded had she not taken this delayed initiative.

She told him about her permanent amnesia. How she could remember the general basis of her life, the knowledge she had attained while growing up, her home she would eventually return to, her fish tank she fed just before coming to the hospital.

She told him about the blank spaces in her memory. How clearly evident it was she was missing something even if she hadn't been told in the first place. How she couldn't remember any communication she's had with people, as if only being able to remember the gist of her life though not the exact details.

As if skimming through a book, only able to grasp what few details captured the eye.

And he listened. Wholeheartedly listened to her. Nodded to her words, continued to hold her hand all throughout, reassuring her and reminding her that he was there, and he wasn't leaving.

At the end of her spiel, he sat up, reaching for the box of tissues at her bedside. Gently, with such undeniable care, he dabbed away her tears. When another would slip past her waterline, he'd wash it away. He'd wash away all of her anguish. His hand remained in hers, her fingertips lightly scraping against the calluses formed at the base of his fingers, a roughness across his palms which she found soothing in a way. That he has such markings on his body, an indication to a life he lives, to stories he retains. Memories in his mind and on his person.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." He began, the tissue lightly pressing against her eyes. "I'm sorry you're still having to go through this. It's not your fault that you loved. Yet for some unfair reason, our body punishes us for it." He tossed aside the napkin, reaching for her other hand as well. "You'll get through this. You'll be okay. Everything will be alright."

Such simple words, ineffective in every sense, yet for some reason coming from his mouth, they felt so real. As if he breathed life into them, he spoke and so it must come true. The world rested in the calloused palm of his hand, so who was she to deny his truths?

She nodded, more tears falling down her face, though this time, tears of joy. Joy that she wasn't entirely alone. That she had this man with messy, choppy black locks, sharp angular eyes that held this undeniable comfort within their depths, a bright smile which practically lit up her formerly dreary life. In her mind, whether it were an irrational desperate attempt of some consistency in her chaotic life or a genuine intuition from her heart, she knew that everything truly would turn out okay. As long as she had him right beside her.

"I'm (y/n)." She laughed softly, only just remembering she hadn't introduced herself to him.

"I'm Soonyoung."

She didn't know for how long they remained there, his hand in hers as they talked and talked, mindless conversation leading from one thing to another. Nothing was ever boring with Soonyoung, she quickly learned.

She learned his calluses came from a combination of many things. Lifting weights, hours on the monkey bars as a child, a variety of sports he grew up with before settling on dance. She asked if his current injury was a result of dancing, to which he laughed and gave a completely unrelated reason to it.

"I dislocated my knee from sledding down a hill with a friend."

"Soonyoung, it's summer…"

"Yeah, not our brightest idea." He glanced down at his injured leg. "He broke his arm, he's actually in the room right next to you, which is why I accidentally came in here. I got the room numbers confused."

"You should go back to him, you were intending to visit him."

"But you're afraid of the IV, what if you need my arms to get you something."

"Your friend quite literally broke his arm, Soonyoung, I think that takes jurisdiction over my IV fear."

"He'll be fine." He waved off her worries, dismissing his friend in the other room, most likely wondering where Soonyoung could possibly be. Yet all she could do was laugh with him, squeezing his hand in hers.

The doctor came in soon after, apologizing for her tardiness. She explained everything to (y/n) once more, running through the diagnostics and discussing what she should be doing after the surgery. Soonyoung remained where he was, listening intently and silently reassuring (y/n) the entire way through.

With him, the news came easier to her than she had expected. As she already knew, her memories most likely would not be returning to her. Anything that was closely tied with her former crush was now gone; a defense mechanism almost to prevent any further harm to the body.

However, this wouldn't affect anything else of her memories.

Going forth, she truly was like a blank canvas. She could choose to paint the same, or at least a similar, portrait of her life, or she could move forward, create a different painting with new memories, new friends, new love.

Glancing over to Soonyoung, his eyes meeting hers with a grin, she thought it wouldn't be so bad after all. It wouldn't be bad at all.

Soonyoung had quickly integrated (y/n) into his life, the two of them leaving the hospital soon after their fateful meeting.

She met Jeonghan, the friend who had broken his arm in this freak sledding incident that landed the two fools in the hospital in the first place. She met Seungcheol, the one who came to pick them up, as well as Seokmin and Mingyu, two witnesses who watched the sledding incident happen. From the car ride alone, she could feel their comradery. She could tell how near and dear they each held each other. Even with the eldest screaming at the others from his driver's seat, the tall one taking his side, and the remaining three attempting to defend themselves and their tomfoolery.

Parting from Soonyoung was initially difficult as they eventually pulled up to her house. The chaotic nature of the boys together had successfully distracted (y/n) from what lay ahead of her, and once she had squeezed herself out of the crammed vehicle, she was settled back into reality. The reality of her turbulent life, a trial which she'll have to learn to overcome. Yet once more, it was the gentle touch of Soonyoung's fingers grazing her wrist that settled her thoughts.

"Do you need me to walk in with you?" He asked her, already attempting to leave the vehicle, though was immediately met with everyone's, including her own, refusal, dragging him back into the car.

"Do you know how long it took for us to shove your crutches in there?" (y/n) laughed, earning agreeance from the others. Though once their giggles subsided, a quaint silence settling between the two, she offered him a slight grin. "I'll be fine. I promise." Her voice was low, as if sharing a secret with him and him only. He looked up at her from where he sat in the car, eyes sparkling with mirth as his lips turned up into a sweet smile.

"Okay." He nodded. "Text me, alright? Promise?"

As she gazed into his eyes, swam in their all encompassing embrace, felt his warmth radiating off of him, his gentle nature which lulled her once manic state, she couldn't help but melt at his presence. His everything felt so light, so invigorating. Like sunshine embodied, a paragon of benevolence. He was all things good. Like an angel which walked into her life when she had reached her lowest point. She'd be damned if she were to let him go.

"I promise."

"Are you mad at me?" Soonyoung pouted, reaching his hand out to (y/n) for her to take, though she neglected it.

"No." She muttered, arms crossed, eyes defiantly turned away from the man currently laying on the hospital bed. "I'm just upset."

"I don't like it when you're upset."

"Well, I don't like it when my boyfriend does daredevil action moves for shits and giggles." At his silence, she reluctantly glanced over to him, curiosity piqued at his reaction. Though as expected, his smile still remained on his face.

"Yeah you do." He giggled. As per usual, the muscles in her face twitched, wanting to join him in his laughter, though the more stubborn side of her remained as is, keeping her stoic expression as they waited for the doctor's return.

"I don't like it when my boyfriend does daredevil action moves that land him in the hospital." She clarified. The pout which was once on his face was now on hers as she looked to Soonyoung. More specifically, she looked at Soonyoung's arm now wrapped in a cast. (y/n) whined, finally succumbing to her inner despair and scooting her chair closer to him. "Why do you have to hurt yourself?"

"I don't mean to, you know that." Again, he offered her his hand to take, and with no hesitation, she accepted. His fingers were free, though his thumb down to his mid forearm were covered in the hard blue bandages. Turning his hand over, the crest of his palm peeked over the cast, offering her a spare amount of calloused skin for her to stroke; a comforting habit she had developed shortly after meeting him.

Soonyoung was her anchor. A much needed constant in her life. Her reprieve from the tumultuous events which followed her reentry to the world.

She didn't remember any of her friends, as they were all so closely tied to her crush that her mind just wiped them from memory. Her crush, who had supposedly gotten married—her breaking point in her Hanahaki case.

Few people were willing to rekindle the friendship they had, not wanting to bother with putting in the effort needed to start from scratch. Though the ones who did remain, those who were adamant on keeping her in their lives whether she was new or not, proved to be loyal, genuine friends.

Reuniting with her crush was rather anticlimactic. He apologized for what had happened to her, as she apparently hadn't told him, or anyone for that matter, anything of her dilemma. He seemed like a kind man, though as expected, she felt nothing. Complete and utter indifference for this person who nearly brought her to her death.

Soonyoung was a comfort she hadn't realized she so desperately needed. Others berated her for forgetting things, constantly reminded her of events she couldn't recall. As if she was forced to play into this narrative she wanted no part of. She couldn't care less if she once acted a certain way. She refused to fit into others expectations of her. Yet Soonyoung was nothing like that.

Soonyoung was new. He was someone who only ever experienced her as she was now. He held no expectations of what she should be, only ever encouraging her to be herself. Even if he had known her beforehand, she knew he'd still be as accepting as he always was.

He was kind, willing to make his way over to her at three in the morning when she was having a panic attack. She remembered opening the door, chest tight with her anxieties weighing down upon her. Her eyes were blurred with tears, yet she could somewhat make out his figure, his messy hair sticking up in random directions, before he had brought her into his embrace.

He held her for as long as she needed, letting her cry into his chest, calming her as best he could. She woke up the next morning, bundled in a blanket cocoon, still lying beside Soonyoung on her living room couch. He had woken up hours later, well into the afternoon.

And though he insisted he fell asleep at the same time as her, she could tell he had stayed up longer, most likely making sure she was truly okay as she slept.

He was thoughtful, always considering her whenever he made plans.

She'd be locked away in her room, hoping to avoid the pressures awaiting her outside, praying for the world to disappear for just a moment so she could forget all her worries, just as she's forgotten everything else. To wallow in her own self pity, yet Soonyoung wouldn't allow that.

It was as if he could sense her trepidation, her thoughts which would build up with her sudden free time, her lack of distractions granting a moment of vulnerability for those invasive anxieties to crawl up from where she had pushed them aside. Though before she could sink too far into her thoughts, her phone would ring. Her door would knock. At one point, music blared from outside her house as Soonyoung turned his radio up to an obscene volume. All to summon her from her tower, to rescue her from the depths of her darkness.

Her own personal knight in shining armor coming to serve as her distraction.

With these sudden and random escapades, she met the entirety of his friend group. Men just as wonderful as Soonyoung, yet there she was seeking only him out in the midst of conversation, curling her pinkie with his, afraid to damper the mood if she were to tell him she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. But he'd refuse her white flag of a pinkie hold and instead intertwine their fingers together, brushing his thumb over her skin as he always did. A calming tranquility resounding from him as she'd gaze down at their hands, perfectly slotted together like two puzzle pieces.

She didn't know whether to define it as brave or foolish. Perhaps in every fool, there's a sense of courage. You have to be foolish to be courageous. Soonyoung embodied both concepts, diving into any and every endeavor head first without any precaution. Countless times (y/n) would have to bandage him after he'd perform a stupid stunt for the boys. She'd have to hold him back from doing something he'd quite obviously regret, though he of course never thinks past the present. No matter how many times she's scolded him for his acts, attempted to hammer into his thick skull some sense of responsibility, to care for himself as he does others, it never seems to work.

He was selfish.

Minor things, like following after dangerous dares for the idiotic reason that he merely wanted to, not regarding the physical pain it'd cause not only himself, but also disregarding the emotional pain to others as well.

Though also selfish in his entirety, as he one day just confessed to her, as casually as one would bring up the weather.

"I adore you, (y/n)." He spoke, voice holding that manner of confidence he seemed to always carry with him. "Genuinely so. From the way you carry yourself, going through life like a soldier living through spite alone, to the way you smile, lighting up a room with your joy. You've gone through so much, things that would normally destroy a person, yet you're persevering so well. I love that about you. You give me more credit than I deserve. Because I know you'd be just as incredible on your own even if you hadn't met me. I'm just glad to be tagging along with you. I'm able to see this strong, beautiful person overcome so much with my own eyes. The happiness I give you, you give me tenfold. You've made my life so much brighter. You're becoming my life, (y/n)."

She had remained silent as he spoke, trembling as he continued to confess. His hand rested in hers, lazily drawing patterns onto her skin with this dopey grin on his face, pouring his heart out to her, disregarding the way she seemed to retract further and further from the conversation.

"I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, so I'm sorry if you feel that way. I just wanted to tell you. I wanted to be open about my feelings." He glanced up at her, this raw tenderness glistening in his eyes as he pressed his cheek into the couch cushion. "I guess I just wanted you to know how I feel… and to sort of tell you… it's okay to like me, if you're willing to?"

He had left soon after, apologizing once more for dumping such a burden unto her. Was it rude to call his confession a burden? His honest, thoughtful words, straight from his heart and directly to her, nothing more than another weight for her to carry upon her shoulders? Because it truly was a burden, something she was forced to add onto her already overbearing load, yet a weight she truly, deep down, didn't mind. A weight as comforting as his hand resting on hers, his head laying on her lap, his arm draped over her shoulders. Soonyoung was a burden she could accept.

Yet he was so undeniably selfish. To just unload all of this emotional baggage onto her with no regard to her feelings. As if he wasn't even considering the fact that she had only recovered from Hanahaki just barely a year ago. Of course love was a touchy subject for her. It wasn't even at the forefront of her mind. She was content with her life as it was. She was fine the way she lived. What her and Soonyoung had was special, and for him to just come forth and try and ruin the sanctity of their friendship was something she truly couldn't grasp.

Selfish. Incomparably so.

More selfish than her former crush. To have ignored all of the blatant symptoms of her Hanahaki disease to pursue his own self interest in another lover who wasn't herself. Just letting (y/n) walk among the living as a near corpse.

More selfish than herself. To have craved that unattainable love she so desperately wanted. To have fallen victim to her naivety, thinking death would be a better solution than giving up this toxic, pointless excuse of love. To have demanded such love even in death.

To have completely disregarded Soonyoung's feelings from her own fears.

He was selfish, though so was she.

He was compassionate, granting (y/n) time to think through her own feelings. Giving her the disclaimer that she didn't have to reciprocate his feelings if she didn't want to. Staying by her side, even if she had him waiting weeks for an answer. As if reassuring her that no matter what, he'd still be with her, no matter the circumstances surrounding them.

Her anchor, ever reliable, ever loyal.

All these amazing things about him. About this boy who stumbled into her life, loved her through her faults and her trauma, filled her world with dreams and promises, hope for a happy future. So it truly came to no surprise when she finally did confront her own feelings, realizing she truly did love Soonyoung.

Unlike his confession, well thought out and presented to her, her confession had come in the form of an abrupt text at four in the morning.

"I love you, too."

She wound up waking up only two hours later as Soonyoung had come rushing to her house, calling her phone non stop and violently ringing her doorbell, all to smother her in hugs and cuddles until the sun had risen.

"If it's any consolation, I'll let you be the first to sign my cast." Soonyoung spoke, breaking her from her stupor as she had recounted her life thus far with him. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, watching as he fiddled with her hands absentmindedly.

Of course it wasn't the first time she recounted something, though to be able to think back to the very start. To actually remember something so vividly. To be able to relive through memories alone. It was such a powerful experience, one which brought tears to her eyes, and Soonyoung was the one to bless her with such a privilege. This kind, thoughtful, brave, foolish, selfish, considerate man who gave her a new life. She was proud to call him hers.

He glanced up from his lap, just in time to see the first tear slide down her face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He quickly wiped away her tears, tugging her up from her seat and in between his legs dangling from the hospital bed. "I'm sorry for hurting myself again. I promise I'll be more careful. Just for you, okay?"

Her heart swelled at his words, this fluttering sensation erupting in her stomach as Soonyoung looked at her with that familiar, warm smile of his. He promised. Soonyoung never breaks his promises. Eagerly, she nodded, grinning at the prospect of her boyfriend finally adapting a more safe lifestyle from all of his shenanigans. He raised his arm to her cheek, stroking his thumb across the plains of her face.

His eyes held such unadulterated adoration. This wholly genuine fondness that seemed to glow in the depths of his chocolate gaze. The stories his eyes told, the memories he retains in his soul. His eyes would light up as he retold moments of his past, regaling her with that stupidly dangerous life he took on, showing her each and every injury he had obtained throughout his adventures.

Sometimes she struggled with going to sleep, this paranoia that she'd wake up and forget everything once more. A silly little worry, yet one that kept her awake nevertheless. And Soonyoung would be there, lying beside her in their shared bed, talking nonsense for what felt like hours at a time, showing her each and every scar and mark along his body, and she'd fall asleep, memorizing these mars on his skin, adding each and every detail to her project of completely understanding the enigma that is Soonyoung.

It was a tough, elaborate endeavor. One which would take her entire life to even grasp just a fiber of who he was, yet one she would gladly pursue until the end of her days.

She looked down to his arm, to the cast which now protected his fragile wrist from the world, and she couldn't help but smile. A bittersweet thought that she was now a part of the story of his body. That he'd later tell people, "this was when I went on a skateboard ramp for the first time to impress my girlfriend, even though I've never set foot on a skateboard in my life." Like no matter what happened to her, whether she woke up a blank slate once more, disappearing from the world again, Soonyoung would at least remember her.

He'd hold her memory in his wrist, breaking it when trying to seek her validation. He'd hold her in their home, in all the knickknacks and decor they themselves brought together. He'd hold her in his heart, where she had nestled herself comfortably in permanence.

Because he promised her.

Promised as they wept together, holding one another on a night where her fears and anxieties had attempted to separate them, on a night where Soonyoung had to hold them together lest she stray from him. Promised he'd never leave her. Promised he'd love her for as long as humanly possible. Promised that he'd never give up on her, no matter what.

"Hello, Mr. Kwon," A voice suddenly broke through the silence they had created in the room, startling her away from him for a moment, though Soonyoung still held her hand in his, looking to the man who had just walked in the room. "It looks like you're all settled, and judging from your medical history, I don't think I need to tell you how to manage a fracture."

"You've broken your arm before?" (y/n) asked incredulously, her brows stitched together as she looked at her boyfriend.

"Don't worry, it was the other arm." He lifted his hand in the air, the one which held her hand in his. She looked at him for a moment more before shifting her attention to the nurse, as if about to ask him if he was telling the truth. That is until she saw who he was.

Recognition seemed to pass through her former nurse's eyes about the same moment as her. A smile crept to his face, a kindness in his expression as he gestured towards her.

"I know you." He laughed fondly. "Oh my God, I know you. How have you been? How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay now." She smiled back, arm briefly raising to her chest where the surgical scars still remained. She pressed her hand to her body, the same hand which held Soonyoung's. The nurse looked from her then back to Soonyoung before his smile widened.

"And you're the boy who kept her company the entire time." Soonyoung wore a proud grin on his face as he nodded, squeezing her hand confidently. "This just made my day. I'm so glad to see you both are holding up well. At least she is. Soonyoung, you need to take better care of yourself."

"Of course I will." He tugged (y/n) closer to him, resting his head on her shoulder. "I promised."

They were back home, seated side by side on the couch, watching a movie Soonyoung thought looked cool, though has proven to be rather corny. Nevertheless, they watched, laughing almost every other minute at either a bad animation, a cringey line, or awful acting. There was this light feeling in the atmosphere, this carefree air that seemed to wash away any and all negativity. Soonyoung's laughter was like music to her ears, his presence as vibrant as ever. He brought her so much joy, so much peace. Like nothing can go wrong with him around.

"Soonyoung," She whispered out, causing him to hum in acknowledgement to her, eyes still casted towards the screen. His cheeks were rounded with his attempt at containing a smile, though he still failed anyways. "Why'd you confess to me?"

"Because I loved you." He answered back. A simple and curt response, as if he were just stating obvious facts.

"But how could you be so confident that I'd return your feelings? What if you got Hanahaki?" His mouth pouted as his eyes strayed from the screen, rising to the ceiling in thought.

"I wouldn't have gotten Hanahaki. Hanahaki is more a symptom of stress when you're worrying that the other person wouldn't like you." She remained silent, gazing at him as he finally looked over to her, that wild courage in his eyes like he feared nothing in the world. "I knew you liked me. Deep, deep, deep down. I knew you were scared. I knew you were worried. I knew it'd take a lot to break you from your shell, but I thought it was worth it. Telling you was the first step. As long as I told you my genuine feelings, as long as I was the first to make a move, I thought everything would eventually work out. Because even if you didn't like me at that moment, I would keep trying. I'd keep pushing until I eventually stole your heart in some way." He pressed his forehead to hers, his nose brushing against hers as he continued his speech. "Hanahaki wouldn't have been able to catch up with me pursuing you."

It had only taken a moment more to absorb his words, to look into the comforting familiarity of his eyes, before (y/n) pushed forward, pressing her lips against his own. As familiar as his eyes were, so were his kisses, yet another constant in her life which filled her with wonderment every time.

His gentle pecks all along her face, mindless displays of affection as he'd giggle away against her skin.

Passionate kisses with his hands roaming her entirety, pouring his heart into the kiss, taking her breath away with his undeniable fervor.

Lazy kisses, where he'd come back from work, too tired to even change out of his clothes before collapsing into bed, yet still exerting his last amount of strength to kiss her lips before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Yet this kiss felt different.

It felt like Soonyoung, yet at the same time, alien to her, like listening to a new song by a favorite artist. His lips gently parted, his hand resting along the back of her neck. And for what felt like the first time in her life, her thoughts fell upon deaf ears, her attention straying from the incessant activity of her brain. She was solely focused on Soonyoung, melting into his embrace as he dragged her closer to him, as if he were attempting to fuse the two of them into one body. She could feel his heart on his tongue, sense that same overflowing love he held for her and her alone, yet felt that foreign aspect which persisted in his kiss. Like a melody she wasn't familiar with.

He spoke secrets into his kiss, with every press of his lips, tilt of his head, stroke of his hand along her body. A silent, yet ever persistent promise to her. A promise of his absolute love for her. And even after they parted, she could feel his unspoken words on her tongue. Almost as if he wanted to keep this unbearable burden from her, this burden that was his entire heart which beat for her, bled for her, lived through and only for her.

Though she could still feel his love in everything he did, the worst kept secret in history. But she remained quiet about it, continuing to hold Soonyoung against her as the movie continued to play. Because she of all people knows how blissful ignorance can be.

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ephemerensis · 3 years ago

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Layers // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

Another short, unedited write minus the angst 😮‍💨😮‍💨 just a lil fluff piece + a small announcement at the end. Boy do you love layering.

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“Hey, you ready to go?”

A knock sounded on your door as your boyfriend materialized into the open doorway. He leaned on the frame, eyes locked on his phone. Scrolling. (Tim likes to say it’s work stuff but you know it’s Candy Crush.) As his gaze flickered up towards you, he caught sight of the mass of clothes strewn across the floor. You were caught in the middle of it all, messing with the collar of your shirt feverishly in front of the full length mirror. Your eyebrows knit with frustration, unfolding and refolding the fabric of the white button up until you were satisfied with its shape.

“…did Red Cyclone get in or what.”

Your ears lit up when you heard him, snapping out of your concentrated trance with a soft giggle. You straightened up, pulling back from the mirror as you eyed yourself critically. A hand reached up to tuck a stray lock behind your ear as you slowly turned your attention away from the glass.

“Very funny,” you doled sarcastically, casting him a sidelong look. “Can I borrow your coat? The black one with the darted side seams.”

He pocketed his phone. His eyes scanned your frame before he quirked his eyebrows inquisitively.

“Sure, are you gonna swap out your blazer though? I think you look great right now.”

You crossed your arms, scoffing in false offense as you fully turned to face him. He wasn’t wrong. You looked quite put together. A tight, black mock neck adorned your body, nestled under a loosely buttoned white dress shirt. All of which was tucked away into the waistband of your dark brown trouser shorts with a slightly oversized brown blazer to match. A delicate stack of necklaces framed your neck and the Prada loafers that gave you a solid two inches of added height pulled it all together.

“So you’re saying I don’t always look great? I see how it is.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips as he rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe, going to get the article of clothing you requested. Tim snaked his way through the maze piled on your floors in an intense game of the floor is lava before handing it to you.

“I know what you mean,” you confirmed as you reached for it. “But no, I’m just going to layer it over my blazer.”

“Another layer?”

“Yes? It’s cold outside.”

You draped the coat over your shoulders, turning your attention back to the mirror. That part was true. Winter in Gotham was no joke.

“But you’re wearing shorts.”

Right. You paused, racking your brain for an explanation or comeback only to ultimately have nothing to say.

“…I don’t like your fancy logic, magic man.”

Tim snorted, gliding behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He brought his chin down to rest on your shoulder as he looked at you through the mirror.

“You’re wearing too many layers.”

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. Your eyes locked onto his through the looking glass, feigning shock.

“Timothy Jackson Drake, you take that back this instant.”

He scrunched his nose, tightening his hold on your abdomen.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You placed your hands on him, trying to pry his hands away to no avail.

“If anything you’re not wearing enough layers.”

“Two is plenty.”

You turned your head to look at him, confused. The only thing he was wearing was a well fitted black dress shirt tucked into an equally well fitted pair of black pants.

“Boy genius? I’m pretty sure you’re only wearing one, bud.”

Placing his hands gently on your waist, he turned you around and took your arms in his hand. In one swift motion, he tugged you forward to lean on him. Your eyes widened, staring into his in a mix of shock and subtle panic as your hands grappled with his lean torso for support.

“I don’t think so. One shirt plus one you makes two layers.”

Your face flushed with color as you felt your cheeks start to burn from the blood rising to the surface. You broke eye contact, relaxing your hold on him as he released your arms. Flustered out of proportion, you opened and closed your mouth a few times as you grappled for a response.

“Let’s just go get dinner,” you grumbled, keeping your eyes trained on the wall off to the side.

He broke into that perfect, goofy grin of his, looking at you with that loving glint in his eye. Tim’s hand made contact with your chin, gently dragging it to face him as he leaned down. Assuming he was going to kiss you, you closed your eyes and parted your lips as you leaned into him.

But it never came. Instead you felt his plush lips press against your forehead. He leaned in further to whisper in your ear, a teasing grin trickling its way into his tone.

“If that’s what you want, let’s.”

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To keep this brief!! I’m working on a multi-chapter Tim fic with the lovely @thefallingstarlight . It’s going to be out sometime early January so if you’d like to be on the taglist please leave a comment or something to lmk! Thank you loves, have a wonderful day.

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hxnmantii · 3 years ago

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Draken and Naoto comforting their s/o

tw: fluff

Requested by: @cryingblueogre

A/n: I’m really nervous posting this ngl since this is my first time actually posting for Tokyo Revengers as well writing a drabble so creative criticism would be very much appreciated! Reblogs are appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

tagging: @kazutoraholic

Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

Rain was a natural indication, encouragement to stay and cuddle with the person you love but it had the opposite effect on you, seemingly pushing you further into your unforgiving head. You stare at your computer in a daze, a mass of considerable useless information flowing past your eyes and ears as your attention is really focused on your cruel thoughts. Of course Draken noticed, he always did. He noticed the little sighs, and the dark circles, the new over/under sleeping schedule and the constant “I’m fine” s. He noticed all of that and trusted that with time and patience, you would come talk to him. But today, right now, It was very apparent that you were not going to, so Draken had taken initiative to “ask” about it. He treads lightly to your sitting figure, draping himself along your back like a cover before kissing your forehead softly. His arms tighten around your waist essentially pulling you closer to his chest so he can put his head in the crook of your shoulder and rub your tummy. You hum, acknowledging his presence but other than that you sit in silence, a comfortable norm for you guys. He sighs softly. “Whatever’s happening right now, whatever you’re going through, just know you’re not alone. I'm here with you so let me help you.” He says softly. One hand interlaces with yours, the other grabbing your chin so he can place a sweet kiss on your lips, hoping that it conveys how much he loves you.

The kiss took your breath as does all of Draken’s kisses and with the pitter patter of the rain, it felt as if you were melting in his embrace, fully soaking in his abundance of love and trust for you. But as soon as he pulled away, the day dreamlike state disappeared and you were brought back to reality of your current problems on this dumb computer. “Thank you for worrying about me but honestly i’m okay, Ken so don’t worry about me.” He stays silent for a couple of minutes before moving back and standing up, walking away to whatever. The lack of warmth really makes you realize that even the love of your life couldn't possibly understand what you were going through, a fact that only made you feel more alone. You wrap your arms around yourself and continue to look at the computer screen when a cup slams down next to you. You look up to see Draken holding his old cardigan and a cover, dropping it on the couch behind you and crouching to your level.

“Is everything on this computer backed up?” he asked

“Yea why-”

He slams the screen shut before you can even finish your sentence, chucking it into you guys’ bedroom.You look at him with a frown on your face. “Can you not? Break my laptop please?” He ignores you, placing his cardigan on you. His smell fills your nose and makes you at ease. Draken picks you up before flopping on the couch, setting you up comfortably on his chest before he once again wraps his arms around you, dragging a cover over your body. His smell, his warmth, his strength, the effort he puts in to make you comfortable, you can't help the smile that adorns your face as you snuggle closer to this chest.“You had that same expression,,,,,you don’t think I would understand what you’re going through. I might not but how do you know if you wont tell me? We’re supposed to be in this together, aren’t we? Let me help you.”

“Thank you Kenny. I will tomorrow, okay?”

“Yea, that’s fine but for now relax, sleep, play on your phone, I don't really care what you do but you’re not leaving until you feel better.” he says, not knowing that you were already feeling x10 better thanks to him.

Naoto Tachibana

Y/n, I’m home”

Naoto walks through the door, briefcase in one hand and cup of barely warm coffee. He looks around, expecting a vibrant you to be mobing him at the door with a smile brighter than the sun like you usually do. He sets down his belongings and walks briskly to the bedroom, a strong sense of worry feeling his chest. It only gets stronger when he sees that you haven’t moved from the curled up position he left you in, 7 hours ago. He sits down by your side and gently rubs up and down your arm. “Y/n, love what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?” You groan and roll over, away from him. He was too loud and you didn’t need him judging you over your problems, not that he ever actually did so but your thoughts were cruel.

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.” You can feel him get off of the bed so you close your eyes and pull the cover over your head to fall deeper into your thoughts. Except he doesn’t accept this answer and walks around the bed to face you again. You feel his presence without him having to say anything and peek from the comforter to see your boyfriend hovering over you, arms crossed and a frown on his face. “Naoto what’s wrong? I said I was okay?”

“You can’t fool me y/n, you’ve been in the same spot since I left for work. C’mon get up.”

“No” you say, throwing the comforter back over your head. Your dark, warm coven suddenly gets a lot brighter when Naoto rips the blanket off your body. “You play too much, give it back.

“I’m serious. Let’s go take a walk, it’s nice outside and i've doubt you’ve eaten so we can just get something while we’re out.” You groan again but nonetheless get up, swinging your legs over the bed and putting on the first clean pair of clothes you can find. He’s already by the door with his hand held out, an invitation to hold hands. As soon as your hands connect, you guys are out the door and into the fresh air. At first you guys walk in silence, the first goal on his mind is to find you something to eat and when that’s checked off the list, he’s finding a bench right in front of the sunset. He’s not the funniest person, he knows this but he tries to tell you stories of this little blonde kid who used to be obsessed with handshakes to the point where he had accidentally held his hand, reaching for his sisters. His objective wasn’t necessary to divert from the main subject at hand but to make you more relaxed to talk about what’s been bothering you although his heart still soars with pride when he sees you let out a little smile.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” he says, his eyes filled with uncensored adoration and a slight tint on his cheeks. He turns his attention to the sunset although he’s very conscious of your reactions and movements. “I’m worried about you. I know lately, it seems as if life, itself, has been against you but it gets better, I promise. There’ll be a time in the future where you’ll be happy and successful and you’ll look back at this stage of your life and realize you were worrying for nothing. So trust the process and focus on your goal, love. It will work out, it always does.” he places a soft kiss against your hand before interlacing them once again before sitting in silence, a comfortable silence. In that moment, you were not only able to soak in the sun’s ray but his unconditional love and respect for you. “Thank you, Naoto.” you whisper. He doesn't respond but you see the little smile on his.

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liaromancewriter · 3 years ago

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My Christmas Wish

Premise: Cassie and Ethan spend their first Christmas together as a couple, but the day doesn’t go exactly as planned. Set during third year of residency.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff Words: 2,045

A/N: Submission for @choicesdecemberchallenge2021 Day 25 prompt “Christmas”.

The luxurious apartment with views of the Boston cityscape was slowly coming alive as light from the rising sun penetrated the dark clouds outside the treated glass. It was early morning on Christmas Day and the snow from last week’s nor’easter was already a distant memory as rain pushed it ways across the state.

Cassie Valentine lay on her side in the big bed she shared with her lover, watching clouds drift across the blustery sky as strong winds swirled outside, picking up dust and debris. Rooftops wet from last night’s rain sparkled like crystals under the weak sunshine.

In a few days, she would be in Bali enjoying beautiful sunshine and beaches. The trip was one Ethan had promised her last summer when he discovered that they both shared a love for the vacation spot. Their bags were already packed for the flight tonight and stacked against the wall of the entrance hallway.

As a third-year resident at Edenbrook Hospital, this was her year to have Christmas off, having worked during the holiday the last two years. Of her friends, only Jackie, Bryce and Sienna were working today, each having volunteered to do so for various reasons.

Cassie could admit that it felt strange to not be with them. She and her friends had spent all holidays together at the hospital since they started their residency.

At the same time, she was looking forward to spending her first Christmas with Ethan and making new memories. He had even agreed to put up a tree for her and add some seasonal decorations in the living room. The tree was fake, but it was the thought that mattered.

Lost in her thoughts, she inhaled in pleasure when the fragrant scent of coffee reached her nose. A coffee mug appeared in her vision and her hand reached for it.

“Hey!” she cried out in protest as the hand holding the mug moved it away. “Not fair, Dr. Ramsey.”

“If you want coffee, Rookie, you need to get up,” he teased, sipping from his own mug.

Ethan Ramsey stood a few feet away looking entirely too irresistible in gray pajama bottoms and a blue tee-shirt that matched his eyes. His hair was still mussed and the thought of how the overgrown stubble on his face would scratch her sensitive skin made her want to mewl.

“Maybe you should get back in bed,” she said in a sultry tone as she lay on her back and opened her legs. The tee-shirt she wore to bed rode up, not leaving much to imagination.

“Nice try,” he smirked, not moving from his spot. “You’re the one that told me to make sure you were out of bed and dressed before nine. The video call with your family, remember?”

Before Cassie could respond the piercing sound of Ethan’s pager interrupted from the other side of the bed. He strode around the foot of the bed to pick it up, reading the message even as he dialed the hospital’s number.

She used the distraction to pick up the coffee he’d put down, eyes closing in pleasure as her taste buds perked up at the first sip. She was only on her third sip when her own pager went off.

Pushing the covers aside, she climbed out of bed to reach for the bag she’d thrown on the chair and fished out the device from the inside pocket. She checked the code, her eyes meeting Ethan’s who gave her a worried look as he listened to whatever someone on the line was saying.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he said before disconnecting.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad,” he said, heading toward the walk-in closet.

“There was ice on the bridge and a bus carrying a prayer group lost control, colliding with other vehicles. Multiple injured including ten critical,” he raised his voice to be heard. “The wind also brought down powerlines and felled streetlights across the city. Mass Kenmore is already at capacity and they’re rerouting EMTs to Edenbrook. It’s an all hands on deck situation.”

“I got called in too,” she told him, following him inside.

“You just finished a double last night, Cassie, your second this week,” he said, glancing over at her with his brows knit in concern. “You’ve hardly had a chance to rest.”

“I got a solid five hours last night,” she said, grabbing the spare clothes she had started leaving in his apartment. “I just need to shower. Can you wait for me?”

“Yes. I’ll make us breakfast to go,” he said, pulling on a black V-neck sweater and placing a swift kiss on her lips before leaving the bedroom.

By the time Ethan and Cassie made their way to the Emergency Department, it was pandemonium. Gurneys were starting to line up in the hallway as the bays were already full and more EMTs rushed in, calling out stats. They both grabbed gloves and put on protective gowns before stepping into the fray.

Cassie watched Jackie going over triage instructions with the group of interns, handing each of them color-coded tags. Meanwhile, Sienna was running code in one of the bays, her tiny but strong hands performing chest compressions as a nurse prepped paddles for shocking.

It seemed liked everyone had been called in. Zaid bandaged up a patient on a gurney while Tobias worked with the EMTs to transfer the latest patient to an open bed. Naveen conferred with Harper and Bryce as they quickly followed a patient to the elevator bank.

When another ambulance pulled up outside, Cassie threw Ethan a grin and started for doors only to have him tug her back. Uncaring of where they were or who was watching, he bent down to place his lips firmly over hers, his tongue briefly tangling with hers before he pulled back.

“See you on the other side, Dr. Valentine,” he said, his fingers stroking her face before he walked away.

“You can count on it, Dr. Ramsey,” she said to his retreating back.

For the next few hours, Cassie and Ethan worked on opposite ends of the ED, but never lost sight of each other. Cassie jumped in to help wherever she was needed, from cleaning up minor scrapes to holding down a patient that had start seizing in the middle of an exam.

At one point during the surge, Jade the intern started hyperventilating at the sheer number of patients coming in. Not seeing Jackie around, Cassie was about to jump in when Ethan beat her to it. He placed his hands on Jade’s shoulders and spoke to her calmly, helping her breathe and find her focus.

She was too far away to hear what he was saying, but she recognized that look: Ethan in mentor mode; all the reasons why he was her medical hero, first, last and always.

Cassie felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes at how much she loved this man, blinking them away when he looked up. She gave him a small smile and mouthed ‘I love you’ to which he only nodded.

It was late afternoon before the chaos receded and Cassie was finally able to sit down. Her legs felt like glue and the exhaustion of the past week caught up with her. She was in the resident’s lounge, eyes closed, when the air around her shifted.

She knew it was Sienna from the light floral scent of her hand cream and opened her eyes to see her friend massaging her hands. Cassie held out her dry hands — gloves always did a number on the skin — and smiled in thanks when the Sienna squeezed a dollop of the scented lotion on her palm.

“What time is your flight?” she asked.

“Not until eleven,” said Cassie, toeing off her skids to tuck her legs beneath her. “I plan on sleeping the entire time. In fact,…”

Whatever she’d been about to say next cut off when her phone pinged a message.

“It’s Ethan,” said Cassie. “He needs to see me in his office.”

“Need a hand getting up?”

“I want to refuse,” said Cassie with a sheepish look, “but my legs can’t seem to move, and my body feels like it’s been put through the ringer.”

Sienna just smiled and held out her hand. She accompanied her to the elevators even pressing the call button while Cassie leaned against the wall.

“Thanks, Si. I’ll come find you before we head out,” promised Cassie before the doors slid shut.

By the time she got off the elevator on seven and shuffled down the hallway to the Diagnostic Team’s office, her feet felt like lead.

Mind over matter, she thought, forcing herself to lift her feet rather than drag them behind her.

The glass walls of the office were shaded but the lights were on. She swiped her badge to unlock the doors, stopping in her tracks as soon as she crossed the threshold. There appeared to be a picnic of sorts laid out on the coffee table in front of the couch against the back wall.

“What’s all this?” she said in surprise as Ethan handed her a glass of sparkling water.

“It’s food, Rookie,” he said. “You know. For your favorite activity in the world.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite activity,” she waggled her eyebrows and leered, “if you know what I mean, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Charming,” he said with a shake of his head. “Sit down before you fall over. You’re way too exhausted for that.”

“Am not!” she said on principle even if she privately agreed with him.

She thought she heard him mutter ‘stubborn’ under his breath before he pushed her down on the couch and handed her a paper plate with a slice of pizza on it.

“Tastes like cardboard and grease,” she joked taking a bite. “My favorite.”

“Best I could come up with on short notice,” he said, his lips turning in distaste as he took a bite of his own. “For a hospital, you’d think they would make this healthier or at least taste better.”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” she said, reaching for the packet of chips he’d gotten from the vending machine.

“That’s because you have the eating habits of a child, Cassie,” he said.

“And yet you love me anyway,” she grinned, slouching down some, making herself comfortable.

“Madly,” he confirmed with a smile, reaching inside the bag she proffered.

In recent months, it had become his default response to whenever she reminded him of their love. And it seemed to fit.

The Ethan Ramsey of three years ago would have thought he was mad to fall in love at all let alone with a woman who was exceedingly stubborn and defied expectations at every opportunity. And yet, they worked; like two halves of the same coin, complementing their differences while finding strength in their similarities.

He looked over at Cassie who had gone quiet while she munched on a second slice. Her skin was pale from exhaustion, and her eyes had that dark, heavy look she got when she’d reached her limit. He felt guilty for keeping her up so late last night and thought about the plans they had made for their first holiday together.

“I’m sorry, Cassie,” he found himself saying. When she looked over confused, he continued. “I know this isn’t how we had planned to spend our day or that it doesn’t remotely match the kind of Christmas you would have spent with your family.”

“It’s not your fault, Ethan,” she said, lacing her fingers through his before lifting their joined hands to nuzzle them against her cheek. “This is the job, right?”

“Yes,” he nodded, not surprised that she understood, “this is the job.”

“All I wanted for Christmas was to spend it with you. I got my wish. Of course,” she continued with a smirk, “I also planned to seduce you in front of the Christmas tree. Maybe if we get out of here on time I can do that before we have to leave for the airport?”

“I look forward to it,” he said, cupping her face between his hands before his lips closed over hers with a promise of more to come.

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ilikefandom · 4 years ago

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Snowy Day Lovers

Request: Can i request Snape x reader fluff? Thank u <3 <3

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Professor (Y/l/n) is married and the golden trio don’t believe that it could possibaly could be Snape.

Pairing(s): Severus Snape x Fem reader

Warnings: A kiss, PDA

The snow was falling and the wind blew sharply in the winter sky. The last quidditch game before the winter break was to begin and the students were preparing for the last set of pre-break tests. Harry and Ron were in the library studying for the potions midterm when Hermione slid into a chair beside them.

The library sat quietly and resolute, as it usually did when exams were close and there were a few fifth years practicing herbology terms. Hermione scanned the library before pulling a stack of parchment out from her bag. It was placed between the three of them and was as thick as a book.

“What’s this rubbish?” Harry asked, holding up the thick booklet. It was as dense as the books that Hermione used for ‘light’ reading and it was as if the author had spilt a blot of ink on the cover.

“A set of mock exams.” Hermione said as she opened up the book to the potions section and began answering the questions on her own parchment.

“Snape doesn’t give mock exams.” Ron commented before copying down the questions.

The writing was smaller and much neater than the scrawls that Snape wrote on the blackboard. It looped slightly and was written in deep blue ink, rather than the black that Snape used.

Hermione laughed, “No, he doesn’t, but Professor (Y/l/n) gave it to me. She has copies for end of year and midterm examinations, and for every year.”

“Who’s Professor (Y/l/n)?” Harry asked, his head tilted. He had never heard of her and it seemed obvious that Ron hadn’t either.

“Are you both thick?” Hermione asked looking up from her question sheets. “She teaches us Astronomy. She replaced Professor Sinistra two years ago.”

Ron looked up at her, “Astronomy? When did Sinistra leave?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Didn’t I just say that she came to the school two years ago?”

Harry shrugged and stretched his arms above his head, “Can you make a copy so that we can study later? Hogsmeade awaits.”

Ron chuckled and Hermione rolled her eyes, “Geminio.” Hermione cast the duplication spell and the book split into two copies.

The trio made their way up to the Gryffindor common room and got dressed to go outside. Hermione hefted the study guide onto her hip and the teens made their way to the astronomy tower, where Professor (Y/l/n) was setting up the telescopes for her class that night.

“Hello Hermione!” She smiled widely, her (Y/e/c) eyes sparkling in the sun. “Do you have my study guide?”

“Here you are professor,” Hermione said, placing the book into the teacher’s hands, “are you going to go to Hogsmeade?”

Professor (Y/l/n) nodded and gave a small smile. “Yes I am, it’s the first date I have been able to go on in awhile. My husband and I have very different work schedules and we thought we would meet up for a butterbeer and a pastry.”

Hermione gave a little squeal and asked, “How far did he have to come to make this work?”

(Y/n) wrapped a green scarf around her neck and made her way to the entrance of the Astronomy tower with the three teens.

“That is for me to know Ms. Granger, and not for you. Now, I have to know, how are you three liking the new DADA teacher?” She asked the group and they all groaned as Professor (Y/l/n) laughed. “I’d heard she was bad, and a theory only teacher. Delores really has no idea how to interact with teenagers.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Ron whined, crossing his arms over his chest. Causing (Y/n) to start giggling again.

The group of students continued to air their opinions on Professor Umbridge, all of them negative with no redeeming qualities, when Harry said, “She’s even lower than Snape in my book and that’s saying something!”

Hermione swatted at her friend and Harry sidestepped the blow.

“You guys don’t like Severus?” Professor (Y/l/n) asked, “I know he’s biased and militaristic in his ways, but he’s not that bad, is he?”

“He teaches us everything we need to know and more,” Hermione interjected, “he just seems to take out his anger on Harry.”

(Y/n) laughed, “Maybe he expects more of you Mr. Potter. The only person that ever scored higher than him in potions was your mother, he might have hoped that you inherited her gift.”

Harry's eyes widened and he stared at the youngest Hogwarts professor in shock. “You knew my mother?” He asked.

(Y/n) nodded, “I knew her in my fifth year, her seventh, she was helping me with the charms portion of OWLs, I sucked at charms, still do as a matter of fact. It was only thanks to her that I passed at all. Speaking of OWLs, are you guys going to be prepared for the exams?”

“Thanks to your package we will.” Hermione stated, to which (Y/n) smiled a bit wider.

“I’m glad it helped. Would you mind if Severus joins us on our way to Hogsmeade? We need one more to fill the coach and he’s waiting at the door.” Professor (Y/l/n) waved at the tall mass of black standing next to the entrance to the castle.

The trio had no time to answer as the potions professor joined them on the journey outside of the castle. (Y/n) quickened her pace to keep up with Snape, and they stood close enough together that their robes touched.

Harry was surprised when Snape reached out and took Professor (Y/l/n)’s hand helping her into the carriage before climbing in himself. The three fifth years scrambled for the seats opposite to their teachers and all five sat in awkward silence for the duration of the ride to Hogsmeade. As soon as the carriage stopped, the trio jumped out and started walking towards Zonko’s.

(Y/n) giggled, tightening Severus’ old scarf around her neck and grabbing his hand gingerly before tugging him in the opposite direction.

Hermione paused in her spot and turned around to see the two professors walking down the street, hand in hand. She tugged on Ron’s arm and both boys followed her gaze to the couple making their way to the Three Broomsticks.

“Didn’t she say she was meeting her husband?” Ron whispered, his voice hitching.

“She must be cheating on him,” Harry sputtered, “with Snape of all people.”

“We have to go after them.” Hermione agreed, and all three of them took off.

When Severus and (Y/n) reached the warmth of Rosmerta’s pub, they quickly found a booth and slid into their respective seats, not knowing that the three teens had followed them in.

(Y/n) took Severus’ hand in her own and rubbed the back of it gently, causing the gaunt man to blush and look away. She beamed at him taking out her wand and casting a quick spell over his left hand. The invisibility spell withdrew, revealing the silver ring on his finger.

Snape was quick to hide it in his other hand, his embarrassed face too much for (Y/n). She gave a small laugh and brought her own rings out of invisibility, sliding her left hand into his right.

After a quick glance around Severus took both of her hands in his and gave a slight smile, while looking into her eyes.

Hermione’s eyes widened, they had misjudged their teachers too quickly and now all three would be stuck watching their potions professor make goo goo eyes at his wife.

Rosmerta stopped by their table and dropped off a fancy looking fruit tart and two butterbeers. “I ordered them ahead of time Sev.” (Y/n) explained as she unwrapped two forks from a napkin.

‘Sev’ huffed and looked his wife in the face with a smile, “This is nice, but we could be marking the assignments that need marking.”

“Knowing you all of the things that need marking have been marked.”

“Touche.”

The trio could no longer stomach this side of Snape and made their exit, running toward the other shops, in desperate need of mind bleach.

The group was lucky that they had decided to disappear at that moment as a mistletoe plant was dangled over the couple’s head by Minerva and Fillius who were laughing to themselves at the next table.

Looking up, Severus cupped (Y/n)’s cheek in his sturdy hand and planted a soft kiss to her lips.

And they stayed like that, under the mistletoe, enjoying a day that seemed made for two snowy day lovers, just like them.

Author’s note: Hey my wonderful readers! I hope you liked this oneshot. Please request new stories and I will get them to you ASAP. Also, please comment your reactions and criticisms, it means the world to me when you do.

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sbhelarctos · 4 years ago

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Heres a list of some truly self indulgent pjo AUs that make no sense but my mind produces them anyway bc im Unwell™ (most are percy centric btw)

- Son of Hestia (I think miraculous births is a neat concept + the image of Hestia pulling baby Percy out of the olympic heath and nobody knows wtf is going on, her included, is very funny)

- Dark!Percy (not like ✨evil✨ but like he got powers related to the more darker side of Poseidon/the sea; like what if Percy can summon wholeass sea serpents, drown people without water, causes natural disasters, disorient people like they’re lost at sea, etc. just like his powers being generally more destructive yk?)

- Avatar!Percy (tma pjo crossover anyone? pjo but the fears from tma are a thing. Purely spooky angst really. I can’t decide on what fear best fits him but the lonely, slaughter or buried seems good, either way this boy spiraling hard and aint having a good time)

- Sunken AU (basically people that die at sea remain in its depths and become part of the Sunken, a mass legion of the sea’s dead. Percy gets got, dies at sea, and becomes one with the Sunken. There’s like a whole plot to this one.)

- Son of Artemis (same as the Hestia one but with Feral!Percy. Could be angst or fluff depending on how much of a dick ya want Artemis n the huntresses to be.)

- Misfits AU (Does anyone remember the tv show Misfits? Its that)

- Eros|Percy AU (This is the most indulgent nonsensical one by far and I don’t really know how to explain it. Okay pretty much fate is much more concrete so Percy HAS to be the “Savior of Olympus”, like he was born to play that role, but due to Tragic Circumstances™ (angst! angst! angst!) he wont, so the Fates are like “oh god oh fuck what do we do?” and decide the best (worst) way to go about fixing this is to merge him with Eros (the primordial one) to try and force him to love the world/Olympus as is. It starts by a small amount but as shit gets more fucked for our boy, his hatred/apathy grows, the more they’re merged until Percy reaches Critical Mass and shit really hits the fan for everyone)

And thats it, thats all of em. If yall want me to elaborate on any of them or want some AU headcanons or just got some questions 👀 the like send a little ask my way b <3 (One AU per ask please, for organizational purposes)

#idk how to tag this #pjo #percy jackson #son of hestia au #dark!percy #avatar!percy #Sunken AU #son of artemis au #Eros | Percy AU

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tiltedmint · 4 years ago

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Admiration

Pairing: Tsukishima x reader

Genre: fluff!

>> i posted about some haikyuu headcanons and decided to write something based on the Tsukishima one! Enjoy!

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"Are you ready yet?" Your boyfriend stood impatiently by the front door of your shared apartment, tracking you with sharp eyes as you hurried around packing your bag and getting ready.

"Almost, Kei. Jeez, be a little more patient, will you?"

"I'm just trying to get there before the crowd. If you want to be stuck in lines with stupid crying babies and annoying tourists, be my guest. Take all the time in the world." He rolled his eyes, double checking the travel schedule on his phone.

You huffed before zipping up your backpack.

"I'm ready."

"Finally."

Tsukishima steps out of the apartment, nearly slamming the door in your face in his rush.

"Hey!"

He doesn't say sorry, but he does slow down and allows you to lace your fingers through his.

The commute to the museum goes by pretty quickly. You and Tsukishima sit quietly on the train, sharing his earphones. He shows you info about which exhibits he wants to visit and you nod along at his plans.

Your first stop is the evolution exhibit.

"Oh, look. It says here that mass extinction occurred 65 million years ago. Can you believe the earth is older than 65 million years?"

"Yeah, that was the asteroid collision. But there were also the massive volcanic eruptions that broke up the Pangaea. Those also caused mass extinction."

"Pangaea, that was the supercontinent, right?"

"Yeah. It was formed around 300 million years ago, but it started to break apart during the Jurassic period."

"Ah, the Jurassic Period. How long ago was that?"

"Around 200 to 150 million years ago. New dinosaurs emerged around that time like the allosaurs, brachiosaurus, and stegosaurus."

He continues to go on about the Jurassic period as you walk slowly through the exhibit. You watch him with quiet amazement. Tsukki never has a lot to say on any other subject, but it seems as if he could go on for days talking about dinosaurs. He finally notices your stare and quickly stops talking.

"What?" He asks with a frown.

"What?" You echo innocently.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're cute when you geek out about stuff."

He scoffs and dismisses your compliment with a wave of his hand, but you still see the light flush on his face. You have a strong urge to cup his cheeks so you reach up towards him. His eyes narrow at your movement before they widen in shock at the sudden touch.

"What are you doing?" His words are slightly muffled by the way you squish his cheeks.

"Admiring your cuteness."

"Stop. I'm not cute." He says cutely.

You chuckle and remove your hands. He takes the opportunity to step away from you, turning to hide the redness that has now overtaken his face and the tips of his ears.

"Let's move on to another exhibit." His long legs carry him away quickly and you jog to catch up, slipping your hand into his.

"You can't outrun my admiration, Kei."

With a sigh, he replies.

"I know."

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>> in conclusion, i'm a tsukki simp <3

(Constructive criticism and reblogs are appreciated!)

#mint writes 🌱#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #anime boy #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fic #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x reader #reader insert #haikyuu karasuno #anime fluff #anime fic #timeskip!tsukishima

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potionsprefect · 4 years ago

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A Home With Love

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: After a bad day at work, Ethan cannot wait to get home

Rating: T (one swear word)

Category: fluff

The clock chimed at 7pm, it was pitch black outside, the sky covered by clouds but the small balls of light from the thousands of stars were peeking out through the clouds.

Ethan pulled himself away from the view of his office and sorted out the last of his paperwork, before he filed it away and pulled on his coat.

His eyes cast towards the two photos on his desk, one of his wife smiling with the blue sea behind her, the other of his two children who were covered in paint and looked as if they were trying not to laugh. Ethan smiled at the two photos, ready to go home, back to family life where he belonged.

Ethan walked out of his office and down the corridor, nodding to the several nightshift staff who had just started their shifts for the evening. As he walked out the hospital, he was met with the cold December air, snow was beginning to fall slowly from the sky.

Ethan got into his car. He really should either get the train or bus to the hospital in order to do his part for the environment, but the drive to work in the mornings was the only time Ethan got any peace.

Before he started the engine, he took a few deep breaths. Today had overall, been a shit day.

In the morning, an intern had given a patient the wrong medication which then caused a seizure. The patient survived thankfully and Ethan spent 15 minutes lecturing the intern on reading everything properly before handing out the correct treatment. It was like teaching a child how to read.

Then a massive trauma came in and because Mass Kenmore had power issues, Bloom Edenbrook had to take all the critical patients. And a fire at a factory meant all hands on deck.

The fire was so severe not many people survived. Ethan was sure he had called at least 8 or 9 deaths within half an hour. And that was always the worst part of being a doctor.

Ethan pulled out of the car park and down the road, stopping at the red lights. He looked out at the couples inside restaurants, laughing and holding hands at the tables.

A painful memory suddenly flooded his mind. Earlier on that day, a young couple came into the hospital after being in a car crash. The woman survived but the man did not and Ethan had to break the news to her. As he watched her digest the news and then not surprisingly break down, he felt small tears in the corner of his eyes, knowing it could’ve easily been him in that situation.

Before he knew it, Ethan was pulling into the driveway of their home. Snow was falling heavier than before, already beginning to set on the ground. Ethan saw a light on in the big house and looked through the window where he saw his two children on their knees colouring something in whilst his wife was sat on the sofa reading a magazine. Ethan smiled at the scene he saw, ready to join his family for a quiet evening.

Ethan locked his car and put his key in the front door turning it, the heat from the home hitting him instantly. As he took his shoes off two small humans suddenly threw their arms around him.

“Daddy!” The excited voices of Luke and Lily Ramsey squealed as they hugged Ethan tightly.

“How are my two favourite humans?” Ethan grinned wrapping an arm around each of them.

“We had the best day ever!”

“Why don’t you show Daddy what Auntie Sarah bought you today?” A voice said. Ethan looked up and saw Victoria leaning against the frame, arms folded, an amused smirk on her face.

The twins let go of Ethan and ran into the living room as Victoria chuckled stepping closer to him.

“Was that just a plan to get a moment alone with me?” Ethan grinned.

“It worked didn’t it? I figured you could do with the peace and quiet a little longer.” Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck.

“How kind of you.” Ethan grinned.

“How was your day?”

“Awful, I’ll tell you about it later.” Ethan sighed.

“I’ll get you a glass of scotch. Why don’t you go and see what our little monsters got from Sarah today.” Victoria gave Ethan a quick kiss before she headed to the kitchen. Ethan took off his coat and headed into the living room where Luke and Lily were.

“Look Daddy! We got new colouring books from Auntie Sarah!” Lily held the book in front of him.

“Wow! Aren’t you both lucky!” Ethan pretended to be amazed by the book.

“Yeah! And she sent us lots of colouring pens as well!” Luke said.

“We’ve been using them all day. Although Mummy had to wash me after I got pen on my face.” Lily giggled.

Ethan smiled fondly at the scene as his two young children continued colouring in. He felt lucky that his family were still there for him to come home to at the end of the day. The families of those who died today will be grieving tonight. Ethan felt lucky he wasn’t going through that.

“Daddy? Are you ok?” Luke tugged on his sleeve.

“Come here you two.” Ethan opened his arms and the twins moved forward to hug him. Ethan wrapped an arm around each of them, holding them tightly. “You know how much I love you? That will never change.”

“Are you sad?” Lily looked at him her striking green eyes looked sad themselves.

“Sometimes it’s okay to be sad as well as being happy. I always ask people to tell me how they’re feeling.” Ethan replied.

“And then you can make them better?” Luke asked.

“Most of the time yes.”

“Coming home to us today has definitely made Daddy feel better. Because you two are the most important people in his life. And that will remain constant forever.” Victoria, who had been listening by the door, knelt down on the floor as she put Ethan’s glass on a nearby table.

“What about you Mummy?” Lily asked as she went to hug Victoria.

“I feel the exact same way sweetheart. And I hope you will always remember that.” Victoria smiled kissing the side of Lily’s head.

The family of four did some colouring in before the twins got sleepy. Victoria and Ethan carried them to bed and helped them into their pyjamas before they tucked them in and headed back downstairs.

“Do you want something to eat?” Victoria asked when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“In a minute. Can we just sit down for a bit?” Ethan said. Victoria nodded and took his hand as she led them to the sofa, wrapping him up in her arms as she swung her legs onto the sofa so she was lying horizontally.

“So what happened today? And tell me everything, starting from the beginning.” Victoria ran her hand through his hair as Ethan laid his head on her chest.

Ethan sighed contently, the sensation making him feel warm and safe. “Well it started out with an intern not knowing basic comprehensive skills, then there was a massive fire at a local factory and because of Kenmore’s power issue we got every casualty. And then a young couple came in from a car crash, one of them didn’t survive and I had to break the news to the other.” Ethan sighed, the events of the day catching up to him.

“No wonder you’re exhausted. How about I take your mind off it all.” Victoria suggested.

“And how would you do that?” Ethan asked looking up at Victoria with a smile.

“I’ve already started.” Victoria smiled as she reached for Ethan’s scotch glass. “Now you mister just sit there and I’ll bring in your dinner.” She kissed his cheek before heading to the kitchen and brought him his dinner no less than 10 minutes later.

“Some things never change.” Ethan grinned as Victoria placed some chicken in front of him.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for tradition.” Victoria winked.

It didn’t take long for Ethan to finish the meal, he didn’t realise just how hungry he was. Once he had finished he pulled Victoria into his arms and she snuggled against his side.

“Thank you.” Ethan mumbled into her hair.

“I’ll always take care of you. Remember that. Even when you’re being grumpy.” Victoria smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s ok if you’re not.”

“Yeah I’m ok. Really.” Ethan replied.

“Why don’t you take tomorrow off? Spend the day with us. We can do something as a family.” Victoria suggested.

“And leave the diagnostics team in the hands of Harper?” Ethan teased.

“Could be worse I suppose.” Victoria shrugged.

“You make a compelling argument. And as per usual, you’re always right.” Ethan squeezed her in affection.

“So does that mean you will?”

“I better go turn off my alarm.” Ethan smiled.

Victoria leaned up and kissed him, cupping his face in her hands whilst his gripped her waist. Ethan could feel her smiling into the kiss before breaking away.

“Thank you.” Victoria smiled.

“No thank you. For always being there for me.” Ethan smiled before kissing her again.

The couple laid on the sofa, happy and content, the fire crackling in the distance and the snow continuing to fall heavy outside the window.

Life couldn’t get much better than right now.

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King & Queen. – Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader.

Summary: Fluff, Baku being extra while confessing, social media shenanigans.

Word count: 1784.

It's 4 AM, I'm a mess but I needed to get this off my chest. I'm testing the waters with my writings, it's been forever since I wrote anything and I wanted to throw myself a little bit into the fandom I've been obsessed with for the past months. I do hope you enjoy it. ♥

Bakugou Katsuki took pride in having such a large following online. Ever since the first year UA Sports Festival, both his Twitter and Instagram accounts got thousands and thousands of followers, mostly crushing over him and others just hating on him, and in both ways he loved the attention.

The Aesthetics™ he had were always on point and his Twitter was just filled with one sentence tweets, re-tweets of famous heroes, a somewhat dry, dark and/or sarcastic meme from time to time, only and only if it fit (again) his aesthetics. Sometimes he'd engage with the Bakusquad, specially Kaminari and Mina, both very active users, and [Y/N], answering to her tweets with a one word roast and little more.

After the second year UA Sports Festival though? His social media reached the 100k mark, skyrocketing into a small celebrity as he won the first place for two years in a row. But what made him reach such a large number was the way he won. Their battle for the first place was insane, such a difference compared to what he had to deal with Todoroki in the past. [Y/N] put an amazing fight, there's no doubt to that, but the woman overused her quirk and he knew her weakness, mostly since he sometimes (rarely, almost never, pft) observed her train with Icy-Hot or Deku. It was a spectacle to watch and it has even been televised for a whole week afterwards, critics applauding how promising UA's students were. And that's how it all started.

The shipping.

Images and even fucking edited music videos of their fight were everywhere. It was so obvious both of them enjoyed the fight, the little grins they shared as they attacked each other, the small comments both threw and the camera and mics everywhere picked, the look Bakugou Katsuki gave [Y/N] when she kicked his ass. Such an adoration, followed by his insane grin, ready for a challenge. The look [Y/N] gave him, as he took the first place medal with pride from Endeavor, thriving at the applauses from the public. Stars were put to shame compared to the sparks in her eyes. Oh, and the moment their orbs made contact exactly after that? The chemistry.

Bakuy/n was one of their names online, apart from variations of their hero names mixed together. The fandom was slowly picking up a name, mostly going with the first mentioned. And Katsuki? He was fucking aware of everything. Her social media was on radio silence, but this event made him think. Actually think, not half-ass an idea and just throw himself head on into it. And the conversation he overheard was just making him plot now.

Mina and [Y/N] were actually discussing this exact topic. The pink girl was thriving for it. Her Twitter account was now filled with subliminal messages about love and it made her poor friend anxious. Basically because this issue hasn't been addressed at all with Bakugou and she planned to keep it that way. Yet Mina, sweet, adorable, loving Mina was just pressing on it really badly, but thankfully she never did when both sides of Bakuy/n were in the same room/conversation.

"Isn't it like so romantic?" Mina's eyes shined, hands clapped, her gaze looking somewhere in the distance, daydreaming.

"No, it's not, it's weird..." her [h/c] haired friend answered, falling more into the couch of their living quarters, trying to hide from the world.

"It would be if it wasn't obvious you pin for each other!"

"Oh, god, please stop saying that."

"You're not denying it though!"

"MINA!"

Laughter coming from the pinkette filled the room as the blond man decided not to interrupt and leave, small grin on his face as [Y/N]'s groans just told him what he needed to hear. She definitely did not deny the attraction and whatever chemistry they had.

Which leads to the current situation.

The girl was sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for Ochaco and Mina to come around, phone in hand as she scrolled mindlessly through Twitter, watching as her most recent tweet, the first one in ages, was getting attention. She giggled at Denki's stupidity, as he just posted a selfie of himself drenched in Diet Coke clearly in the UA bathrooms. Checking his replies she saw the boy she's been [kinda, lowkey, just a lil bit] trying to avoid for the past days.

[@BakugouKatsuki:]

"Dumbass."

[@MissPinky:]

"So THAT'S WHY U NEEDED MINTS!?!!!!!?? 🤣

She giggled again, entertained by her friends when her interactions just exploded. App actually crashed as she blinked while munching on some french fries dumbly.

As she tried to open her app again, both her friends landed by the table, joking about Kaminari and his never ending stupidity. Notifications popped again and again, legit confusing the girl to no end, making her ignore her two friends as they asked her what was going on, mainly because of her expression.

"The hell...?" she muttered, throwing the phone down while Twitter took its sweet, sweet time to load and open and just as she opened her mouth to answer Mina, she made eye contact with some very intense red eyes.

Clasping her mouth shut and ignoring Ochaco as she took [Y/N]'s phone to see what's going on, the girl could only focus on Bakugou, sitting a few tables away, facing her direction. She almost shivered in place under the intensity he was giving away, although his position was laid back, phone in one hand, chin in the other. And, again, gaze on her. He barely even blinked, his neutral expression giving nothing away and she knew she was blushing. Why was she a blushing mess under his gaze? Well, answer was obvious for everyone, even the whole internet now, but oh, she wished Bakugou Katsuki wasn't that sharp. Who are we kidding though?

Ochaco started to shake her out of her daze, interrupting the intense eye contact battle as she shoved her phone in her face.

"Oh. My. God." She muttered, stuttering her following words "Please, look at this, I can't believe it... Mina, check Twitter."

"If Kaminari threw Diet Coke and Mints in one of the bathroom toilets to 'experiment', I'm done with him." Mina responded but froze in place, just as [Y/N] looked away from the explosive boy. "Wait... WAIT!" her eyes almost popped out of her skull. "WHAAAAAAA–?!"

On the screen of her phone was the profile of the guy she's been crushing for... A year now? The guy that at first ignored her, then screamed at her, then beat her ass in training, then got his ass beaten by her, that scoffed at her shitty jokes, that actually chuckled at her shitty jokes, that studied with her, that smiled at her... The guy that complimented her when her quick improved. The guy that took her opinion seriously even when acting like he didn't care. The guy that stole her heart when he showed little glimpses of his complex persona only to her. The guy that fucking retweeted:

[@onlybakuy/nhere:]

"King & Queen."

And a picture attached, them shaking hands after their battle, ready to go get prepared for the podium. Bloodied, sweaty, yet both smiling at each other.

"I can't believe this–[Y/N]–" The brunette started rambling and fangirling besides her, but... With a careful glance, she peeked under her eyelashes to look at the boy again, her heart almost stopping when noticing he was still observing, small grin on his face hidden behind his hand, perfectly angled for her to see. "There's another one!"

Everything started to make sense, as she quickly checked her notifications to see the Internet™ just going crazy over that retweet. People started mass-following her, fans and stans just living for it, tagging her username with a screenshot of the retweet and now it hyped up again with... pictures of his profile? Did he change his description? He... changed his description. While there was absolutely nothing in there, now there was one single word. King.

Her eyebrows just rose so high her forehead hurt, the 3 braincells that were still somehow functioning were catching up to what the hell was going on and now she was positive, 100%, without a doubt that she was blushing like a mad-woman, a smile forming on her lips as she hit the retweet button on the same tweet he did and instantly opening her profile to edit.

Both her friends were freaking out by her side, accusing her of being way too calm in this situation, to explain but [Y/N] knew she couldn't utter any word, or even look up at them or at him. If she did, she'd break the spell, the moment, and as she deleted her description and only wrote a single word in her profile, her smile only widened. Hearing Mina screech after seeing her retweet, the girl giggled like an idiot.

Bakugou Katsuki was loud, brash, maybe a little bit emotionally constipated, rough around the edges, incredibly smart, observing, caring, awful with words but straight to the point with actions. And he was, without a doubt, fucking extra when doing things.

As she pressed the button Save on her profile, she caught him looking at his phone, being patted on the back by Kirishima, that somehow appeared in the frame yet was so distant in her field of vision as only he mattered at the moment. Waiting his reaction patiently and waiting for the internet to start freaking out again, her chest was hurting from the drumming of her heart. Hell, she knew she looked like a disaster with a flushed face, phone gripped so hard in her hand that it could break, a group of girls forming around her, noisy yet so distant. The world going in slow motion, seeing his crimson eyes widen for a fraction of a second, hiding more of his face in the palm of his hand as he still tried to look so casual, Kirishima's "Yeaaaaaaaah!" filled her ears as he tapped his finger on the screen, destination already clear. And when he saw what he needed...

He got up, leaving his tray of food behind, shit-eating grin basically parting the sea of people forming around them both as he marched towards where she was seated, and for the third time they made eye contact. His cheeks flushed, such a boyish expression coveting his normally angry features, mischievous and happy, relieved, just... Perfect.

Everything went in slow motion for her, his march, decisive and bold, as he always was, took to an end as he got to her, just giving her a hand and a raised brow, inviting her to leave with him anywhere but there.

And she took it without hesitation.

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