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misshorneigh · 7 days ago

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birds don’t sing (they just fall from the sky)

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

summery - some dogs feel lonely when there's no one around, but they still bite when someone gets close.

cw/ kinda kidnapping, mentioned masturbation, creepy behavior, misogyny, implied noncon, dark themes

if you won’t give me love, i’ll take it

Simon didn't feel lonely; because that would mean that he didn't like being alone and wanted to change that, but he didn't. He didn't like change, and even less liked it when it came between him and his routine of doing things when and if he wanted to do them. He could avoid unnecessary chores much better when he was on his own.

Besides, Simon didn't want to blend in with anyone, things were better like this. This way, he could enjoy some tea with his breakfast in the morning in peace and put the dishes away when he felt like it or he could lazily pull his cock out of his jogging pants when he felt himself get hard so he could rub one out while still watching TV. He was never worried about stuff like making people uncomfortable but he didn't want to hear anyone nagging him about it.

So of course, he especially liked spending time alone in his apartment with no soul but his - sometimes for such a long amount of time that he started to forget what his own voice sounded like. He never had much reason to talk, especially since his health problems forced him to step back from military life. It was the only place where people like him could belong, given how he turned out after they pulled his collar off.

Simon didn't want to complain simply because he wasn't the kind of person who did, but he still couldn't deny that a strange ache settled between his teeth after several weeks of this new lifestyle, until it turned into a pain that became harder and harder to ignore and we are talking about the same guy who let medics pierce his skin with needles and threats but no anesthesia.

Eventually, he made an appointment at the dentist and even though his oral hygiene wasn't the best as expected, he was discharged with only the advice to brush more thoroughly. No rot, no black holes, and no chipped-off ends, at least no new ones - but when Simon ran his tongue over the exposed bones, he could still feel it. A throbbing ache. Something that was wrong but he couldn't fix himself.

Maybe fighting dogs felt the same pain after they were suddenly taken out of the ring but still couldn't let go of the urge to bite. Maybe he wanted to bite, too.

"I'm sorry, but we don't have that brand in stock at the moment," you apologize wearily. The words came out automatically, without much thought since the new guy that should put the boxed products in place turned out to be an unreliable douche who rarely showed up, and well, the supermarket was as always barely staffed. There was only so much you could do, and someone needed to be at the register.

Simon grunted a little discontentedly but didn't say much more as he continued to silently watch you scan his products. Staring at your hands and their movement, then trailing along your arms until his gaze landed on your figure altogether. You looked tired as always like you didn't sleep properly.

You didn't pay much attention to his staring since you were pretty much used to it by now. You didn't know his name but this weird guy came quite often to buy some stuff, never much and rarely anything healthy. His diet seemed to consist of cigarettes and beer, maybe some cheap prepped meal from the freezer and you guessed a lot of takeaway - probably lived close with the number of his short visits. "Maybe it's a good thing." you shrugged your shoulders and looked up at him when he didn't answer. "Not smoking so much, I mean," you added since he couldn't buy them even though you somehow knew that the lack of an answer was most likely a conscious decision.

Simon just continued to stare at you, not saying anything and you were the first one to break eye contact by scanning another can of beer. He sometimes wondered if he made you uncomfortable with his silence, but you probably wouldn't start these one-sided conversations if that was the case or maybe it was just part of your nature to interact with others, - customers, or employees.

"The total of your purchase is 14.56 pounds." you finally said and took the bill he held out to you without making any more eye contact. Simon knew at moments like these that he made you uncomfortable even when you were willing to talk to him, even if you acted like he didn't.

He wasn't that surprised, how could an ugly presence like his be able to give anyone an ounce of ease? There was a time when he thought that maybe if he tried he could be that type of person - when he was younger, dumber and a part of him craved to be wanted. He thought that maybe he could make himself smaller to seem less threatening or even try this or do that until he finally realized that it was never going to work out, no matter what he did. The only talent his presence had was to make someone like you angsty by just breathing the same air. He accepted that a long time ago.

But maybe some part of him, couldn't help but wonder. Maybe the only way to have someone want him was by forcing them to, of course, he had to, especially if it were a little thing like you.

Not that he liked it to be you but - he guessed that you were just the first person that came to his mind since he'd see you often. Though, he also couldn't think of anyone else since his interactions with other people were pretty limited. The only other places he liked to go to were male-dominated with no pretty birds around or crammed with dirty whores who drank more cum than water.

His eyes wandered lower. Sometimes, the automatic doors would open, letting a breeze in, and he guessed that the cold air made your nipples poke through your shirt. Yeah, you were pretty enough, probably even more so if someone took care of you.

Simon didn't bother to return your goodbye when he grabbed his stuff and made his way out. He welcomed the fresh air and night sky without much trouble as he continued to think.

He had been doing that quite a lot lately, at least more often than usual - or perhaps more often about things he shouldn't care about. Like how you didn't have your shirt buttoned up today like you usually do, which gave him a clear view of your cleavage and he was never shy about having a good look at your tits, especially on the days you weren't wearing a bra. Unfortunately for him, you did today even if it was a thin one.

Hm. That probably made you uncomfortable, too. You didn't say anything though - you never did.

That day Simon unlocked the door to his apartment and switched on the lights like always, but the silence that greeted him felt irritating for the first time. He got even more annoyed when he went to sleep after remembering that he couldn't smoke since there weren't any cigarettes.

He blamed you for his bad mood and anything else, too.

You were fully aware that most people didn’t view a full-time job at a supermarket as a mark of success, but that didn’t bother you. You had graduated from university maybe a year ago, yet you just didn’t feel the desire to pursue any particular career afterward. Instead, you continued working the same job that had supported you throughout your life as a student. It was better than doing nothing

However, you still felt kind of stuck and you meant that more in a metaphorical sense, like in your way in life - not like this. "...sorry, but it's quite late so I'd better go home." you tried to explain to the man in front of you without provoking him in some way. You probably still did though, just by rejecting him.

You were familiar with the dark brown eyes watching you - familiar with the gaze that made you feel even smaller than his figure itself. He had some kind of scarf covering the lower half of his face, up to his nose as usual, but you didn't dare take a closer look. You didn't know much about him, even though you saw him several times a week but you used to picture him as some kind of socially awkward guy - not someone who cornered you in a dark alley after you closed up the shop.

How stupid you were.

You two were alone. No one else was around you. There was no one else here. Just the two of you. You and this - big guy.

"Are you scared?" he asked you, continuing the conversation calmly. Simon never talked around you so you weren't used to hearing his voice and you didn't want to. All you wanted was to finish work and call it a day, maybe quit so that something like this wouldn't happen again.

"...no," you replied, even though you could figure out that he knew that you were. You avoided making eye contact with Simon but still noticed him leaning closer to you and flinched slightly at the proximity.

"You should. Being with a man like me when no one's around doesn't bode well for you, my dear," he whispered as if you didn't know and your heart started beating faster when he moved his hand to your face to brush his thumb slowly over your cheek, almost as if the little touch alone was something to treasure. You wailed when he suddenly squeezed your cheeks tightly, making your lips pucker prettily, your hands instinctively shooting to his violent grip but barely able to resist his strength.

"Let's try again." he declared, pulling his mask down so that you could burn his face into your stupid brain. "I did you a favor when I told you to come home with me, you hear that? Don't give a shit if you want to, just wanted to be nice for once and not force you against a dirty wall where everyone can hear and see you."

You could feel tears gathering in your eyes.

Simon put his forehead against yours and maybe it was the physical contact that made your tears run down your waterline or maybe it was the strong smell of cigarettes lingered around him. "But I can and I will if you don't behave."

You tried to nod for fear of what would follow if you didn't and although his grip made movement difficult, he understood your intention. "Good. Now stop crying," he ordered, releasing your face to get a better look at your cowering figure. The sedative he carried with him felt heavy in his pocket as if to remind him that he took longer than intended.

Right. He wanted to knock you out as quickly as possible so it would be easier for him to take you, but he didn't anticipated that he would like seeing you being so upset because of him. His cock was painfully hard in his pants and you also avoided looking in that direction, perhaps because you already knew what a sick bastard he was.

His hands went to your hips and his nose hovered over your hair to inhale more of your natural scent. Simon wanted to take you apart piece by piece and stitch you back together until you would come to him on your own, even though part of you knew that he was the root of your pain.

Maybe he was wrong - maybe Simon was lonely after all, but that shouldn't be a problem now that he could just take you home with him. You just have to learn to adjust to him.

#cod x reader #cod x reader smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader smut #simon riley x reader #x female reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty x reader #simon riley

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uniquethingtastemaker · 3 months ago

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I have a thought about Vil. I could be wrong, but I wanted to throw it out there. Also, if anyone has evidence for or against my theory, feel free to elaborate. We like healthy discussions here lol:

My theory is that Vil is a touchy person, especially to the people he loves. The reason he doesn’t do it often is because of PR training and being conscious about his reputation. If he doesn’t monitor his behavior, it could not only negatively impact him but also his friends, family, and fans. Vil also covers it up well because he’s so self-disciplined. It’s not a problem for him.

My evidence for this is are the few times where Vil becomes physically affectionate because is so happy that he forgets, doesn’t care, or nobody else is around.

Example 1: Book 6 Kiss and Hug Scene. I don’t think I have to explain more, but I will. If this were any other dorm that came to save the corresponding overblot member, they would not throw themselves at the others (minus Kalim. We’ve already established that he’s a touchy and sociable person by nature, and he loves Jamil).

Heartslabyul? Trey would give Riddle a hug, and that’s probably it in terms of physical affection

Savanaclaw? …I don’t remember what happens at the end of the Savanaclaw sequence in Book 7, but that would be the reactions. For the life of me, I cannot remember. Someone fill in the gap pls

Octavinelle? The only touching would be Floyd squeezing Azul. Azul would try to avoid it so no touching

We’ve already established Scarabia and Pomefiore.

Ignihyde? …idk… I’m kinda on the fence, but I think I’m leaning away from physical affection. I imagine it would similar to whenever he reunites with Ortho in Book 7 at some point. However, I haven't read that in a long time. It could be inaccurate

Diasomnia? Ok, I can see them hugging each other. They love each other a lot. No kiss though

Regardless, Vil went into European physical affection levels

Example 2: (here’s where the arguments start to get weaker but still relevant lol) Bean Day Event ending. Rook and Vil hug really tight, which doesn’t happen that often. Plus, both of them are exhausted in a good way, so another moment where he lets his guard down

Example 3?: Pomefiore reunion in Book 7? They must’ve hugged. I don't remember, but I can't imagine they didn't

I have some speculations that support my theory. However, it’s on shaky ground, and I don’t want to dig to see if my thought process is solid.

Vil is a physical person. He puts a lot of effort into maintaining his body. Obviously, that's not the only thing. However, it is a huge part of it. I think because he's so conscious and values the physical world, he would probably be more inclined to like that type of affection.

This could all be wrong, but it's just a thought. Let me know what you think!!

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cypherheartnokey · 1 month ago

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Mike & Will are more aware of their (own & each other's) feelings than people think.

Regarding this reblog by @ven0moir:

In my opinion most of the Byler fandom is underestimating Will’s & Mike’s level of awareness of the situation. Which is leading to some equivocated beliefs about these characters, their relationships & their possible s5 arcs.

1 — WILL’S IDEA OF MILEVEN

First things first...

Will cares about Eleven. But deep down, he knows her & Mike’s relationship is not actually real or genuine... & considers it kind of a joke, even. This is highlighted by his frequent sassy mocking remarks & facial expressions towards Mileven. He thinks it’s unserious. Will definitely suspects (but obviously can’t be sure) Mike might feel the same for him. And as far as I understand it, despite Will obviously not saying it out loud, he does deep-down know that El is a farce/façade/beard Mike is hiding behind to avoid confronting the truth.

It’s kinda like how everyone close to the Wheelers looks at Ted & Karen’s “relationship”. They, including Karen herself, know this “marriage” is a joke. But obviously, no one says anything out loud, as it’s a sensitive/taboo topic. They know that if they were to actually say or do something about it, it would disrupt the comfortable familiarity & start an irreversible chain of events.

The only reasons Will tries to keep Mileven together is because (1) he cares about Eleven, (2) he cares about what Mike seems to want/need at the moment & (3) Will has self-sabotaging traits: he’s too afraid himself of what a romantic relationship with Mike would actually mean.

If you pay attention, when Will is trying to “fix” Mileven, he never once states or implies that Mike loves her. The only thing he states is the reverse: that Eleven needs Mike, & therefore she deserves him. “But she’s sad, mommy!”.

This was never about Will thinking “Mike truly loves Eleven”. It just means that right now, he knows being with Eleven is what Mike seems to need (for other reasons other than love) & being with Mike is what Eleven seems to need too.

2 — WILL’S ROMANTIC MOVES

I believe Will was sending hints intentionally too, you know, “just in case”. In the remote possibility Mike would ever want this with him. Even though Will isn’t sure this could be possible, he still tries in a low-key way, which is a testament to his (thin but resilient) remaining thread of hope.

I think that he also sent an intentional hint through the red heart in the painting. Words don’t come easy.

Will’s trying to subtly tell Mike that underneath his (apparent) friendly gestures, there is a romantic undertone & an invitation to maybe start something deeper & “serious” between them.

And he’s hoping that Mike takes the hint, understands it & gives some type of *sign* back—makes a move—without Will having to spell it out for him in an obvious way.

3 — MIKE’S PERSPECTIVE

Like @ven0moir, I’ve always wondered if Mike’s behavior in these conversations (Rink-o-Mania for example) is actually him “testing the waters” & trying to get SOMETHING out of Will. Like, pushing the emotionality up in hopes that something ends up “spilling” out. So that he can be “sure”.

The problem is, he's adopting the cowardly, toxic & therefore wrong, approach. From a character standpoint, Mike needs to be the one who makes the unambiguous (sincere) first move. Why? Because he naturally & inherently craves being the masculine, protective, proactive, BRAVE energy in his relationships.

But in this particular case with Will, he’s still too terrified of doing that, because of multiple factors. He’s not prepared, yet.

He hasn’t grown enough to (1) learn that this is what he must do, & (2) decide that this is what he WILL do—despite the fear & everything else. Hence his hero journey, set to happen throughout s5.

4 — THE MUCH-FEARED TURNING POINT

I think they’re both aware that *something* is going on between them. But they’re both afraid of making the “first move”.

Because they know—they just KNOW—that the very moment it happens in an unambiguous way…

…there is no going back. It changes everything. Forever.

And they know that, from that very moment, they will have to deal with the real consequences that come after.

Pay attention to their nervous gulping while making eye contact during their tension-filled heart-to-heart (s4 scene in Will's bedroom).

This is completely uncharted territory for Mike & Will. They are so scared.

“Our relationship is going to change permanently”. “I might lose him forever as a friend.” “What comes next?” “How will we act with each other from now on?” “Even though I want this, it still feels weird & unbearably shameful.” “What does the future hold for us?” “What if others find out?” “How will people react? Our friends? Our family?” “Is this even a morally good option?” (Religious/cultural guilt) “We will put ourselves in danger” (stigma, ostracization, loss of opportunities, hate crimes, health risks, AIDS) “What will happen to Eleven? How will she feel? How will she react?” “What if I’m just imagining things?” “What if he freaks out?”

The questions are endless. All of these thoughts, beliefs & doubts, even if unconscious, would be tormenting two queer teen boys from 1980s rural Indiana. Like an impenetrable wall or obstacle made of uncertainty, fear, hurt, shame, guilt, hopelessness.

5 — HOMOSEXUALITY IN THE 1980s

I think many people in the Stranger Things & Byler fandoms—probably because they’re still so young or just sheltered—heavily underestimate or straight-up dismiss the overwhelming impact of the above factors.

For teen boys, it’s incredibly difficult (from a social & emotional standpoint) to act upon queer feelings even today. In 1980s Midwest America… being homosexual & engaging in homosexual behaviors was one of the worst possible TABOOS you could be involved in.

I mean, let's be clear: on a literal wide scale (unlike today), gay men were associated with the worst of the worst: weakness, shame, ostracization, mental illness, moral corruption, filthiness, disgust, disease, pedophilia, death... the list goes on.

The only contexts where "the lifestyle" was more-or-less tolerated were in very specific environments in very specific big cities—still accompanied by many risks & stigma nevertheless.

By s4, Will & Mike are 15 years old. They know homosexual men exist, somewhere. TV, movies, books, music, people—all of them talk about it, even if rarely, subtextually or in a neutral or negative light. They've gone through puberty: they know what they themselves feel. They know what they crave & desire, emotionally & sexually. Mike knows Will is an effeminate boy & about the rumors of Will being gay. And they are also aware of how they act with each other & of how their relationship is not like their other friendships: which means they very likely have at least suspicions about each other's feelings.

What they don't know, though, is IF it will ever be possible to actually fulfill those needs, & fulfill them with any semblance of safety, peace or happiness. And by consequence, they don't yet know HOW to proceed exactly—which decisions & choices to make.

This is why they are behaving in such subtle, careful, guarded, defensive, angsty, roundabout ways despite correctly suspecting what is going on.

Mike knows what he's feeling... he's just too stubborn, insecure & fearful (at least for now) to be able to accept & come to terms with its real-world implications—let alone act on it properly.

6 — BYCHANCE & MIKE

The only thing Mike cares about right now is mending his friendship with Will, keeping him close & selfishly/possessively making sure Will isn't pursuing anyone else.

Which is, of course, unfair to Will (& to Eleven as well obviously).

This, I believe, is what is going to lead to s5 Will "taking a chance" on someone else who acts sooner than Mike.

Because, even if he suspects Mike reciprocates his feelings, that's still (understandably) not enough! The way Will functions romantically requires that Mike be the one to "bravely" pursue him & make the first move. This push-pull dynamic is even demonstrated in the lyrics of Should I Stay or Should I Go. Romantically, Will is not in the pursuer role. Mike is.

And as we know, Mike is avoiding. Stalling. Procrastinating. Getting late. Postponing the issues he needs to face. Which is another recurrent motif/pattern consistently foreshadowed & associated to Mike throughout the show.

7 — CONCLUSION

So, for those in this fandom who are still very young, let me end this post with a very important lesson on romance:

Will isn't wrong for getting involved with someone else. He can't wait forever. He has already made his moves, sent his hints to Mike.

This is on Mike now. He needs to grow. And if he truly wants Will for himself only, he needs to act!

🗝⸮₎₎⁾⁾⸝⁺⋆｡ﾟ⋆⸜﹒⋯﹒

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peanutheaddd · 2 months ago

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for the swap au, after Petey finds out he was the cause for Greg becoming Dogman how does he act around him once they both go home. is it like constantly trying to be of service in some way? since thats what he uses to values himself with, would he just become overbearing with subservience? or does he do everything to avoid Greg, taking longer hours at work and avoiding him around the house.

how would Lil Petey react ti all this, to whatever change in behavior his dad is experiencing?

more importantly whats the thing that pushes Petey and Greg to reconcile? since you drew them getting engaged to each-other, they have to ho back to how they kinda were before somehow. do they both end up in therapy?

THANK U FOR THIS ASK ANON!giggles and kicks my legs I FUCKIJG LOVE MY AUS BROOOOOOO

basically what happens in his brain is that after he finds out hes the cause for the dog man incident his perceived worth to dm goes into the negatives and he finds No way for his worth to ever become positive . theres no point in becoming overly subservient bc nothing he does is ever going to compensate for what he did . and also more than that since he fully believes that dm doesnt like him he thinks that dm would prefer it if he stays away . so at its core his avoidance is still an act of service on his part 😭😭😭😭

i reckon theres no event of him avoiding dm around the house bc he just does everything in his power to make sure he doesnt bump into him while hes home . aka leaving before he wakes up and coming home after he goes to bed . so yeah he just throws himself at work .

lil petey def gets Really worried . honestly for both of them . like he wasnt There when their conversation happened so he doesnt know why theyre acting different but its so obvious Something happened . like he can tell peteys avoiding dm and he can see that dm is getting really restless bc hes getting petey withdrawal LMFAOOOOOO

like this is at the poinf of their relationship where theyre like. really domestic 😭😭😭 not in a relationship but if they were then nothing would really change . ofc dm just enjoys peteys company and he just likes him but also dm is really touch starved almost all the time and at this point of their relationship hes regularly getting his quota of physical touch from petey . so when he starts avoiding him its like this one sided divorce and dm is Not handling it well LMFAOOOOO

also dm lwk knew smth like this would happen if he told petey which is why he never told him he was the cause of his accident . so theres a lot of regret on his part . a lot of thinking about how he could have avoided having him find out

i reckon lp tries to talk to pt which doesnt work bc petey already avoids talking about his problems but the avoidance gets worse Especially when talking to lp . he wants to keep his problems far far away from him . i think a part of him is scared its like contagious or something . he already knows lp is a clone of him so he fuly has the capacity to turn out like him which is the Last thing he wants .

so lp talks to dm instead . and hes like "u two have gyatt to talk it out bruh or else ur gonna die like this" and dm is like "ion wanna die like this" and lp is like "SO TALK TO HIM 😭😭😭😭😭" and dms like "damn ur right"

i reckon what happens is that one day dm just stays up really late waiting for him to get his ass home and when he finally gets home hes like. "Lets talk" and peteys like !!! bc he wasnt expeting him to be awake but anywyas he sits down and dms like "Im moving out" and peteys like "HUH??????????" bc in his head having dm stay in his home free of charge is the most that he can do for him and if he cant even do that for him anymore then he doesn't know what he Can do .

so thats bad news for him and hes like "um r u staying somewhere else ? ?" and dms like "ill figure it out" which is doubly bad bc that means hes probs gonna go back to living on the streets and peteys like "wtf no bru why" and dms like "ion wanna bother u . i think im making u uncomfrotbale ." and peteys like ??? bc only HES allowed to be self sacrificial for the benefit of others 🙄🙄🙄 and hes like "ur not making me uncomfortable" and dms like "okay why have u been avoiding me then" and peteys like 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 LMFAOOO

i reckon he tries to deny it at first but dm shuts that down Really fast because they Both know its bullshit and its So obvious hes been avoiding him . eventually he presses petey enough to where hes like "what does it matter i dont deserve being worried about" and dms like "????? WHAT R U YAPPING ABOUT"

and petey js starts talking about how he should hate him for what he did and that he deserves it and that hes surprised dm can even look at him and that he could literally kill him and it would be cheap and dm is like Wow this guy is really mentally ill

heehehe theyre my touys i feel like im planning a barbie soap opera this is. so motehrfcuking fun

idk what specifically happens after this point but the gist of it is thst dm tells him he already forgave him and trlls him why he forgave him and that he probably couldnt live without him anymore and peteys like that makes no damn sense bc he hates himself So bad and dm js starts listing all the reasons he likes pt and hes like STOP bc hes getting embarassed and hes like i dont get it im really nothing special and dms like ur special to me . thers only one petey in the world . and petey grts s little emotional .

ultimately its not like a one and done fixed situation after the talk . but dm just asks him to come home earlier and spend time w him bc he misses him . he makes a point to mention lp and say that if he cant come home early for his sake then at least lps . bc pts avoidance was also cutting his time w lp short .

i reckon dm kinda steps out of his comfort zone and tries to be more explicitly affectionate js so petey doesnt get lost in hs head thinking dm hates him . and he makes a point to say that his forgiveness is ultimately his choice and that its not fair for petey to project his own self hatred onto dm . just. long healing process i reckon . 💔 but yah

#ask #dm swap au

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moominmanoneandonly · 5 months ago

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Dedicated to the person that was awesome enough to send me an ask about it that I was stupid enough to somehow delate.

So Megasound AU or GladiatoMeg AU (I'm still not sure) it focuses on the struggles that the caste system and working as a gladiator brings. Working in the Pits it is not enough just to be a good fighter. You must make sure the audience likes you enough to survive.

•Soundwave- In this AU, he was made a "Carrier" which is a glorified version of a pleasure bot. They are made to bring pleasure and sparkling and lack any other skills. Everything about their design can be modified by the owner, including the faceplate (they're basically got that Mr. Potatoehead build). After Soundwave failed to deliver properly modified sparklings(/cassettes), he got kicked out on the street without any knowledge of the world or a way to protect himself. However, with pure determination, he got into the Pits.

•Megatron- he was a miner who dreamed of equality. He ended up in the Pits after trying to stop one of the guards from harassing other miners. His body was strongly modified without his consent, which was the main reason why he grew so much hatred for the institution. He still believed in his ideal of equality but now more willing to fight for it. He got used to fighting and killing pretty fast. Seeing Soundwave, he realized that there's a living proof of his theories. (He's younger than Soundwave, but spend more time in the Pits)

•It took them 50 years to get along. Soundwave had strong trust issues and saw miners as something primitive. That said, since the cassettes weren't legally in the arena, having help with hiding them while he was fighting was sometimes he could not refuse.

Now the interesting stuff. The live of a Gladiator depends fully on sponsors. Gladiators are just a different type of se3workers. Soundwave with his frame is pretty popular(it was one of the reasons why he survived so long). He's expected to modify his body for each of his sponsors and is getting lighter treatment thanks to his "good work". Megatron is much less south out with his brutish behavior. However, he has a few loyal customers (either sadists or idealists). He figured out a way to use those times to discuss his ideas with higher caste bots (Orion, Shockwave, not really Starscream, but that because he got a whole arc for himself). Megatron and Soundwave relationship was a decision of one of the sponsors that wanted to see them in action. They affection can be shown only for the crowd to see. It's an act, especially since both Carriers and Miners can only be breed (miners for cheap labor), so "it's not like it could work."

•they relationship is very complicated since Megatron sees Soundwave kinda as a symbol of innovation and tries to avoid connecting him to anything he was made to do while also being strongly overprotective. + he's very dense. Meanwhile, Soundwave has a very hard time keeping up to the expectations and ignoring his codding that after thousands of years of leniency, has decided it's a perfect moment to start working again. And what's worse, since Megatron is a very charismatic mech, he got quite a few admirers that he's not aware of, that Soundwave has to keep in check. The cassettes are very, very tired of seeing this every day. "You sleep in one berth, you keep each other safe, and you even interface regularly(for money but still). How is that not a relationship?!!" Their words. Another problem is that different casts have different rituals, so any time either of them tries to flirt, it does not work out.

So they are struggling to get into that boat but the truth is that even after they get in it's still going to be hell (aka Starscream pulling a Calypso)

This is a terrible example of show, not tell. I try making this some other way and probably delate this. The designs aren't 100% accurate, but that's the best I can get right now (don't even start on whatever is going on the other drawing). Hope it made a little bit or sense

#transformers #transformers fanart #megasound #transformers soundwave #transformers megatron #transformers au #gladiator megatron #this is the most unlucky post i even experienced. It got delated like three times and i had to rewrite it #i lost the ask that it was meant for #the drawings did not came right #and my descriptive skill declined with each time i had to rewrite this #mentions of:#megop #megastar but not really #megashock #GladiatorMeg

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curly-fry-3 · 5 months ago

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I don't know if you write for wlw themes since all your posts are wlm, so if you don't just ignore this, I'll understand.

So I wanted to request daughter-reader after having a bf for maybe a year breaking up cause she released 'holy shit I'm a lesbo' and they like broke up on good turns like he sure he was a bit sad but understanding and they both stayed friends. So now she somehow has to tell Dean, like she knows Dean probably wouldn't be mad at her but still she's a nervous wreck, and he liked her, now, ex bf much and almost treated him like family (You can continue from here if you write for wlw themes like I said already (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ)

𖦹Home of Sexual𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean realizes he hasn't seen you hang around your boyfriend in a while and needs you to explain the sudden shift on your behavior

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 1,276

notes𖦹 this request took me a while be cause IT IS AMAZING and needed to be handled with love and care

It had been a year. A year of dating your now ex boyfriend. You loved him, of course you loved him, but something just always felt off. You didn't understand why girls loved kissing their boyfriends or why other girls had a hard time staying celibate. You had always felt like something was wrong with you, that maybe you were broken. It took some self reflection–and a little exploration on the internet–for you to realise the truth. You're a raging lesbian.

If you had come to this realization under any other circumstances it would have been no big deal, it’s the 21st century #pride or whatever. But this wasn't any regular coming out. You had a boyfriend you had to break up with. A boyfriend that your dad really liked. Your dad, Dean friggin Winchester, had gotten over the fact that his baby girl was dating a boy and had started treating the kid like family. So of course, when you broke up with him, you did not tell Dean–you didnt wanna break his heart. You also maybe we're sort of kinda nervous to tell your dad the reason things ended, it's always hard coming out.

Your ex and you had split on good terms. Sure he was sad about it but he understood–it's not like you didn't want him you just didn't want boys (the problem really was you not him). But just because you two didn't hate each other doesnt mean you were best friends. Dean had noticed that he wasn't coming around as much. At first he didnt wanna ask about it; maybe you two were in a rough patch, you just needed to sort stuff out. But after a month of not seeing the kid he got curious (he missed him), He decided it was time to ask you what happened.

You were in your room one day after school. Dean noticed you doing that a lot lately, locking yourself away. He walked in and found you sitting on your bed scrolling on your phone. Working up the courage to start the conversation, he started picking up trinkets on your dresser and looking at them before setting them back down. Noticing your dads odd behavior, you cleared your throat and got his attention. He put down the toy in his hand and turned to you, leaning his body on the dresser and folding his arms over his chest. You put your phone down and sat up higher in your bed, “do you need something”

Dean rubs his hand over his face and stands up straighter “um kid you know you can tell me anything right”

You give him a questioning look “uh yeah, what is this about”

“Its just…I haven't seen your boyfriend in a while…you can tell me if there's trouble in paradise”

You freeze up a bit “oh…that”

He notices your change in behavior and his face hardens in confusion and worry “Are you two ok?”

You avoid eye contact and answer “well, yes…actually no, we um…broke up”

His gaze softens and he steps closer to the bed to comfort you. He reaches out and rubs soothing circles on your shoulders.“Aw sweetheart, I'm so sorry, you wanna talk about it? What happened?” You awkwardly shrug and look up at him “It was mutual”

He scenes your reluctance to give a clear answer and stops his soothing motions “Did he do something”

“N- No, no. He didn't do anything it just wasn't gonna work out” You stumble out

Dean immediately relaxes but doesn't stop his questioning “There has to be more than that, you guys were together for like a year”

“Im sorry dad, I know you liked him” You respond, looking down at your lap

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest again “Sure I liked him but I like you a hell of a lot more. Sweetheart, you sure you're ok? You can talk to me–tell me why.”

You look up at him anxiously “No judgement?”

“Do you seriously have to ask that, of course no judgment” he reassures

“ok…We broke up not because of any fight or anything…I just um…realized that it wouldn't work out because…I like girls”

“Oh?” Dean looks down at the floor for a second in contemplation then looks back at you “Oh!” His jaw is slack as he thinks about how to respond

You look around your room awkwardly “yeah”

He regains his composure “ok…cant say its too shocking but I still didn't expect it”

You focus back on him “Wait what”

He shrugs and continues “I mean, I know you only liked watching that live action scooby-doo cause of velma in the latex, can't blame you”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion and your voice raises “You knew!”

He puts his hands up in defence “I thought it could be maybe a phase or maybe you wanted to be her…maybe you swung both ways. I just never thought you would only like girls…You only like girls, right?”

“Um yeah pretty much” You respond

He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet while processing what you said “so you're a lesbian?”

You nod “Yeah…wait you're like totally chill with this”

He looks at you with slight disbelief “Of course, why wouldn't I be?”

“I mean I didn't think you would be anti but I thought you'd have more of a reaction” You answer

“I like girls, you like girls, so what” He says, nonchalantly

“I mean, I guess you're right” You agree

His expression turns serious and he lowers his head to catch your gaze“I'm glad you felt like you could tell me…cause you can tell me anything you know”

You look up at him “I know”

He relaxes a little and unfolds his arms, placing one hand on your shoulder “Good”

You stay like that for a second before dean interrupts the silence “Are you and him like done. Like is he never gonna come over”

You try to hold back your smile “yeah im pretty sure he doesnt wanna see me again”

Dean sheepishly asks “yeah, but do you think he would want to see me”

You chuckle slightly “are you serious”

He pulls his arm back and puts his hands in the air, exasperated. “He was a good kid. I'm not gonna apologize for liking him” He put his hands in his front pockets then mutters under his breath “at least he would want to watch football with me”

“Hey!” You interject “I heard that. Football is boring”

Dean makes a disgusted face “Football is the backbone of american culture, you would know that if you would watch a game with me”

You shrug “i'm ok with not knowing”

He looks down at his feet and sighs knowing that he isn't gonna win this one. As he looks back up at you, he gives you a warm smile “you ok…sure you two broke up for a good reason but you still cared about him”

You nod “i'll be ok”

“Good…now that that's over, you have to hang out with me again, I feel like you're always in your room.” He says

After Dean pulls you out of your bed you spend the rest of the night eating junk food and watching TV. He knew the breakup was still hard for you so he didn't even try to make you watch sports with him. Halfway through the movie you picked, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Maybe you were a little different now, but that doesn't mean things have to change. You're still Dean's baby girl and he’ll love you just the same.

sorry if there are any typos and I hope you love it

@areswasneverhere

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #fanfic #dean winchester x daughter!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester #dean winchester fic #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction

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feligayzed · 9 months ago

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YEAH IM HERE AGAIN ABOUT TO ASK ABOUT YOUR FUNNY FISH MAN AU YEAH THATS RIGHT

Okay okay, so we've seen you absolutely are a firm believer in Animal sounds and behaviors Sebastian right?

Now it makes me curious.. do you think some of these habits he ever accidentally carried over into being back to his mostly human daily life? Whether is be some sounds, old behavior he just didn't scrap, or otherwise; any of them that might've stuck with him?

🥹🥹🥹 I'M SHAKING I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK

Oh they absolutely do ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ very much so. Wayyy back I was supposed to draw up some scenarios about this specific thing in mind but uh. Oopsie *executive dysfunction blast*

Being a Creature for over a decade comes with its quirks, many of which are not easy to shake...not that he'd even care to try to, tbh. Old habits die hard and he's just tired, man, he couldn't be bothered to rein it in to appeal to the public anymore— this is as good as it's gonna get and if you have a problem you can take it up with the wall

That being said, let's talk about em!! The most obvious is his lil ear fin thingies; they still very much respond to emotion and he's actually become quite reliant on them for nonverbal communication. As a matter of fact, he didn't realize just HOW much he relied on it until after his big ole tail disappeared and he remembered rather quickly that humans have extremely limited variations of social cues (no this isn't an autism moment what pfft.....totally)

Smiling was also an adjustment he had to acclimate himself to. He couldn't recall when baring his teeth became a sign of aggression/fear to him, but the discomfort other (well-meaning) people brought him was realized very early on. On that note, he tends to get snarly when troubled or anxious, so. A good chunk of the time LOL. A small inconvenience happens and his lip is twitching

AS FOR NOISES his vocal chords were pretty much returned back to normal, so physically he isn't capable of a lot of the ones he used to be able to do, but that doesn't mean he won't give it his best shot. Unconsciously. He never tries to purposefully recreate any of the sounds because he just assumed they would make themselves known whether he liked it or not LMAO (it would be because. Embarrassing. But he bid farewell to his dignity a LONG time ago and now he's just resigned). Like if he stubbed his toe or some shit he would hiss from deep in his chest, and that's about the extent of his current range 😭 now me personally I like to think that he can purr still but it is a Deep Dark Secret the likes of which are career-ending

And now misc thangs 🕺

he was weird about food for quite a while, and it took a lot of work with Pai to get over it. This kinda looked like: refusing to eat anywhere other than his room, refusing to go out for dinner, staring long and hard at the raw meats section in the supermarket and consequently making the butcher uncomfortable. You get the idea

He'll instinctively reach for his non-existent lure when he enters a dark room, effectively grabbing at nothing

Avoided bodies of water at all costs for a hot minute. Took to washing his hair in the sink while he begrudgingly worked through some things with his lovely spouse whom he is so grateful for

His bed? Nest. Painter? Making it every morning without fail

He doesn't have to worry about shedding anymore but the Trauma of the experience was so great, he is thoroughly lotioned

#pressure surface au #the brainworms #roblox pressure #pressure roblox #sebastian solace #sebastian pressure #pressure au #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME THIS OPPORTUNITY OOMFIE IM GENUINELY SOSO GLAD YOU ASKED #MUWAHHH

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transmutationisms · 8 months ago

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Why do u think so many people in like 'neurodivergent' spaces seem to simultaneously hold the belief that certain developmental disabilities or 'mental illnesses' arent 'an excuse' to be unable to do certain tasks, act certain ways, or to 'work on urself' or 'be better', in a way that completely ignores people with higher support needs that genuinely cannot do these things,just a complete lack of understanding that some people are not ever going to be able to 'mask' and that no, its not a 'privilege' to be very visibly, obviously considered developmentally defective from a young age..........but also practically worship psychiatry and pathologize every single iota of their behavior, labelling themselves with things like 'demand avoidance' without understanding the context behind these words or who gets nonconsensually labelled with these things, and what it is used to justify doing. I dont know how some people can be so ignorant of the material reality faced by people who get shoved into the 'low functioning' or 'severely mentally ill' boxes (how many autism influencer types have u ever seen bring up sheltered workshops?), but its a massive barrier to interacting in ND spaces for me and a lot of people i know. i dont understand how people who talk about how ADHD brains react differently to meds than 'neurotypical brains' can not understand that like, for example, i cant eat a certain food, i can eat rotten food and food i dislike but not that food, no matter if im starving, I was restrained and force fed that food in special ed and then force fed my own vomit when i inevitably threw up, I would have eaten the food if i could to make that stop! Why is this contradiction so prevalent!!! Anyway love the blog im also having an #ediblenight

well a few things. one is simple moral hypocrisy (accommodations for me, not for thee)

another is that i think many people actually do perceive the philosophical nonsensicality of psychiatric diagnosis (the recursive circle whereby you are dx'd with x because you do y, which is caused by x, which you know because the definition of x is that someone does y, which was based on clinical observation of people doing y and doctors determining that was harmful and therefore indicative of a medical problem, in other words the entire thing's observational but interpreted as providing a causal explanation)--

--they do perceive this as basically nonsense, hence "having x doesn't excuse [behaviour]" but then simultaneously, they have a prima facie credulous attitude toward Science, and toward the claim that psychiatry is Science, and so you get these like nonsense statements out both sides of their mouths where a diagnosis doesn't excuse anything they find morally reprehensible or personally annoying but it does also provide biologically irrefutable explanations for other things WHEN that's convenient for them.

another thing is just that experientially, lots of our actions feel out of our control for like numerous reasons having to do with alienation largely, and when those actions are also stigmatised it pushes people toward the promise of moral exculpation that psychiatry markets itself with, which is a kind of determinism in its strong forms and isn't really compatible with interpreting other people's actions as being intentional or willed or whatever. so again you just end up with these double statements lol , like, a problem with psychiatry trying to claim legitimacy as a 'brain science' is it does kind of counterpose itself to most interpretations of free will. any time you are stuck choosing between moral culpability and biological determinism you kinda already lost the plot & this is something that antipsych people get maddeningly accused of all the time when what we're actually saying is it's possible to be neither biologically diseased nor broken nor immoral for doing the Behaviours lol

#psychiatry

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ashton-sano · 1 month ago

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Hi hello there! Really like your works, I was wondering if you can write a Feitan x fem!reader who’s really blood hungry? Like, she’ll drink her own blood if no one wants to give her some type of hungry.

It’d be funny seeing Feitan be questioned for his blood every day. No pressure!

of course, amazing anon ^^

"Take another bite, big enough to chew~"

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Feitan with a s/o that is blood hungry >:3

A/n: I love the request, lovely. Feel free to ask for more; your brain is very wrinkly, and I appreciate that. However, I am in no way condoning these acts in real life. Mental disorders like this should be addressed properly and not played down by any means. Avoid self-harm, everyone, even if it isn't with s*icide or things of that nature in mind. This is fictional and should be treated as such. I am not promoting anything written below.

With that being said, enjoy this one.

TW: Blood, Violence (kinda), mental disorders, self-harm, mentions of murder and open wounds

-Not sure if you wanted the s/o to be a vampire or not, but for the funnies, let's just say they’re not and are just freakishly into blood n stuff

-Dealing with blood was nearly Feitan's whole job description; capturing, torturing, and killing were what he knew best. Along with the troupe, said routine was his home.

-Meeting you was pure chance; to this day, he's unsure if that was a good thing or not.

-When he was still wary of you and such, it would confuse him why you always tinged of blood when you bore no open wounds. He wrote it off more times than not since it’d be hypocritical to criticize

You had a problem.

-Well, that's how they’ll put it when asked

-The ‘they’ in question was a lot of people, people who simply didn't understand it

-From a very young age, you had an irregular ‘obsession’ with blood. So much so that you’d go far enough to seek it from others when you grew too light-headed to drain yourself

-You can't remember when it started, only that everyone was convinced you were insane. Any physician, doctor, or medical professional would deem you a masochist and stuff pills down your throat to keep you sedated

-As if you were an animal, freakish.

-They said it was Hemomania, but you never liked that word. You weren't acting manic, how could it possibly be? You’re of sane mind, even psychiatrists know that.

-It just felt normal. To drink blood. No trauma to it, no religious nonsense to justify it. You liked doing it, that's not crazy

-If only other people saw it that way

-When you stuck around Feitan, you could always smell blood on him. It was rarely his, but that didn't stop you.

-You tried to avoid drinking off of near strangers, but he was just too delightfully weird. He never questioned your behavior; you liked that.

-Usually sucking your blood was enough, you liked the taste just fine. You don't make friends often, even less than let you have your way

-When you get agitated or desperate, you might swindle some asshole and take blood that way

-When you guys end up dating, thats when it becomes clear to him

-Whenever you’d grow tired quickly or eat often, he chalked it up to your quirks. It's when he wakes up from his light slumber to you gnawing the blood from the veins on your wrists that he clocks it

“Hm? What. doing?”

-His tone wasn't accusatory like it usually would be around others. He tried to avoid that with you. On the off chance that he spoke more than a few words at once.

-You don't flinch under his gaze, only pausing to respond

“Drinking my blood.”

-It wasn't and will not be the weirdest thing he's heard or seen

-He doesn't entirely get it; he didn't get many things people did. He was no gauge of what ‘normal’ was supposed to be

-A small part of you worried about his response. You didn't like people who made slight of your ‘problem’

“It good?”

-He looked curious, genuinely. He tilted his head as if to make sense of it.

-You simply nod, continuing your ministrations as he stares at you for the next 15 minutes silently

-You licked at the wound when you were finished, scooting back next to him

-He didnt comment further on it, he saw no point to. He simply pulled you in and shut his eyes once more

-After a few days when he returned from a mission and found himself sitting with you on the couch, he randomly blurts

“That. Why. Always tired?”

-You nod.

“Is that weird to you?”

-He blinks. Twice, then three times. His eyes were still a dead black, but not disgusted

“I kill. Blood no big deal.”

-He meant that. Feitan was no good at comforting, just honesty. It tended to aid you more times than not. You didn't need placation or people looking at you with pity; there wasn't anything wrong with you

-You weren't broken, just odd.

-The same couldn't be said for Feitan. He was certainly broken; anything less would simply incorrect. He knew that

-He extended his arm to you

“Here. No good. Pass out.”

-He didn't like how the blood loss would make you weaker, it troubled him in a way he couldn't describe

-He’d never think to tell you what you do is wrong, but he believes it makes more sense to inflict pain on others instead of yourself. Pain barely registered to him; this wouldn't be different.

-This just enables you; he's a terrible influence. Not that he cares

-Now that he gives the go-ahead, you don't even ask. You simply expose his flesh and nibble. He’ll stop wherever he is and won't move till you stop.

-For reference, you don't get off on the pain nor inflicting it on anyone else. Blood just has good texture, smooth in a way you like.

-Now, Feitan, he's the real freak. The guy most certainly likes it. The slight tinge when you bite down, how it makes his head swirl for a moment. All of it is oddly intoxicating to him.

-You guys are sillies together, very cute, much wow. ^w^

This feels kinda short, feel free to ask for a part two to this anon, I'm happy to oblige -> Property of ©ashton-sano; Don't post my content on any other platform without credit; much love^^

#x reader #character x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #feitan x reader #hxh x reader #Spotify #©sano-writes

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dazed--xx · 2 years ago

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🥀Heartbreak Playlist 🥀

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Summary: Now suddenly you're asking for it back Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts…..When you broke me first

Post Date: 01/17/2024

T/W: Mentions of Cheating, Break Ups, arguments, drinking, manipulation, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, mentions of being drunk, yelling, sad ending

Word Count: 2.7K

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Summary: Little do you know, How I'm breakin' while you fall asleep. Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories. Little do you know, I'm tryin' to pick myself up piece by piece. Little do you know ……I need a little more time

Post Date: 01/20/2024

T/W: ANGST..,crumbling marriage, mentions of divorce. Mentions of anxiety, mentions of panic attacks. Mentions of neglect in a marriage, crying, begging etc

Word Count: 2.7K

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Summary: I tell myself you don't mean a thing. And what we got, got no hold on me; But when you're not there, I just crumble. I tell myself I don't care that much; But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch Only love……Only love can hurt like this

Post Date: 01/28/2024

T/W:1930s Era, ANGST, historical inaccuracies, Prohibition, cursing, mafia, talks of murder, mentions of guns, Molotov cocktail, gun violence, harassment, neglect in a relationship I guess, mentions of illegal activity, life threatening injuries, mentions mafia war. Mentions of Bootlegging, mentions of Shylocking. Sad ending

Word Count: 5.1K

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Summary: I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me. I know that your love is gone. I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy. Don't tell me that your love is gone…..That your love is gone

Post Date: 01/28/2024

PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTE!!

T/W: ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!, hate comments, distant partner, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety, assault like legit assault, recording of an assault, hate speech. Cursing, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS, Crying, Feeling alone, ambiguous ending, etc

Word count: 2.5k

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Summary: Pictures I'm living through for now, Trying to remember all the good times. Our life was cutting through so loud; Memories are playing in my dull mind. I hate this part, paper hearts And I'll hold a piece of yours; Don't think I would just forget about it……Hoping that you won't forget about it

Post Date: 03/18/2024

Member: Seungmin x Reader

T/W: Break Ups, arguments crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, slight shoving nothing too crazy, some emotional manipulation, problem avoidance, denial, (subtle mention to woojin via blacked out photo he existed people he was in the group once), mentions of Minhos elimination in Finding Stray kids

Word Count: 2.3K

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Summary: Now the day bleeds, Into nightfall; And you're not here, To get me through it all. I let my guard down; And then you pulled the rug…..I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Post Date: 03/18/2024

Member: Changbin x Reader

T/W: Friend Break Up(cause romantic break ups ain't the only type that is heartbreaking), arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, problem avoidance, flirty behavior, mentions of one night stand, mentions of friend with benefits relationships, innuendos, brutal honesty

Word Count: 3.2K

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Summary: Torn in two, And I know I shouldn't tell you. But I just can't stop thinking of you, Wherever you are. You. Wherever you are; Every night I almost call you. Just to say it always will be you…Wherever you are

Post Date: 03/19/2024

Member: Jeongin x Reader

T/W: Break Up, arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, Long distance relationship, neglect, ambiguous aged female (17-22), emotional manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2K

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Summary: I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game, Small town Girl(boy) in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game. Oh,Oh.All I know, all I know……Loving you is a losing game

Post Date: 03/19/2024

Member: Felix x Reader

T/W: Break Ups, arguments crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, Bet Au!, depressing thoughts, lack of communication, childish behavior, Avoiding S/O, mentions of sex, bullying, denial

Word Count: 2.1K

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transfemme-shelterdog · 1 month ago

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This is gonna be a fucking stupid question to ask you of all people so I apologize in advance but like…

I realized recently that my “type” is trans men… and that feels chaser-y because while I am trans I’m a trans woman, not a man… is it wrong and weird to especially like trans guys over other people or is it permissible because I’m also trans (just a diff flavor). My gut is telling me it’s wrong and that it’s chaser behavior but at the same time there’s a part of me that hopes it isn’t because it feels so nice that there exists men who are also trans. I’m very attracted to men but I avoid going for cis guys because I’m exclusively t4t… and idk knowing that there’s men out there who I share a huge life defining thing with (being trans) makes me rly like them but it feels like suuuuuch chaser behavior :(

Again this feels like a very stupid thing to ask but like, it’s kinda been bugging me a lot recently so I wanted to ask someone abt it.

Thanks for your time and best of luck in all your endeavors 🙏

Well, I'm a trans woman that really only feels attraction to trans men/mascs, when it comes to that side of things. The reason being is that I don't feel safe around cis men (way too much of a risk that they end up being transphobic with or without knowing it), and I feel like it's too much of a hassle. So, I wouldn't really ever date a cis guy.

That's totally ok, and not a problem.

Chasers of trans guys are more "Hey babe, don't take that T, body hair is gross!" "Put on this skirt for me, I wanna see you dress femme" or "No, don't get top surgery, your breasts are too nice, here let me give them a squeeze". Stuff like that is what makes a chaser a chaser. They don't respect how their partner wants to live, or present. They see trans guys as "Tomboy Lite", and try their best to prevent any masculine changes.

Mind you, there are femme trans guys, and they're valid and can dress how they want, or get whatever surgeries they want. But if a chaser is pushing them to not live how they want, that's the problem.

Your attitude sounds like mine, and that's not a problem at all. I've asked around between my husband and lots of other guys here. So long as you're respectful, you're good. T4T is valid, and honestly IMO in this climate, it's the only sensible way for a trans woman who is into men to possibly date or hook up with a man.

Chaser is about how you act, not who you're into. If you worship trans guys, you're far from a chaser.

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hero-of-courage · 9 months ago

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What if each of the Links' biggest phobias/irrational fears were based upon the trauma of their predecessor?

Some of these are angsty and some ended up kinda funny.

Creepy Enemies (Disembodied Hands)

Hyrule hummed thoughtfully as he tossed a short stick into the campfire. He glanced up at the other boys seated around and asked carefully, "Are there any kinds of enemies that really creep you guys out? Just curious."

"Disembodied hands," Twilight answered quickly.

"Hey! I was gonna say that." Wind grumbled.

Legend pondered a moment before squinting at the flames and replying, "Actually... the same as them."

Hyrule raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Not fans of wallmasters huh?"

"Hands that come out of the ground are worse..." The youngest shivered.

"Oh," Twilight grimaced. "Yeah. I don't like the sound of that."

Water

"Come on, Hyrule!" Wind called across the gap. He studied the other boy's expression as Hyrule hesitantly inched closer to the edge of the dark water. "It's okay if you get wet! I have an easy way to dry off!"

"That... That's not the problem..." Hyrule replied with a shaky voice.

"What?"

"I can't swim." The brunette backed away from the edge and locked his worried gaze with Wind.

"Really?" Wind tilted his head curiously. "Why?"

"I never learned. Deep water... makes me anxious." Hyrule crouched with his palms on the ground. Magic vibrated under his skin as he readied to jump. "You might want to stand back!"

Hyrule launched himself over the divide filled with the dark abyss of water and stumbled to safety. His friend joined him at his side with a kind smile.

"Are you good?" Hyrule nodded after a moment. Wind continued,"I'll try to avoid deep water next time."

Sneaking up from behind

"Four."

A hand gripped his shoulder. Four jolted.

"AH! NAYRU!" He swung around franticly and his fist collided with the unfortunate person's stomach.

"Gah!" Warriors doubled over with a groan. "Gods! You've got a killer left hook, Smithy..."

"Captain! Ah! I'm sorry! It was his own fault. Why did you sneak up on u-me?!" Four's eye color changed rapidly before landing on grey. He breathed slowly soothing the chaotic colors in his brain. "I'm sorry, Captain. Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine..." the man ground out as he straightened his posture. He kept his hand pressed to his gut. "Everyone is turning in for the night so we should head back. You wouldn't want them to worry would you?"

The short teen marched past him. "Of course not. Let's go."

"Are you okay, Smithy?" Warriors raised a brow at the teen's unusual behavior.

"Yes I am. You just... startled me."

"If you're sure..."

Ghosts

"Can we not go into a suspicious probably haunted basement?" Warriors glared at the old rotting staircase leading into the dark.

"What's wrong, Captain? Afraid of ghosts?" Legend snarked already half way down.

"Yes actually!" Warriors growled. Ghost were dangerous. They can injure or possess people and the like. What's worse is that they aren't easily defeated by the sword. "Why aren't you?"

Legend shrugged and descended into the darkness. "Eh. They get old after a while."

Warriors stared at the inky abyss that Legend submerged into with an unsettled stomach.

"Come on, Captain! We don't have all day!"

Steeling himself, Warriors carefully crept down the creaking rickety stairs. He sucked in a sharp breath as an unnatural cold gust rushed past his ear. He shivered and at last he had reached the floor.

He scanned the dark for movement and for any glimpse of a blue cap. Finding nothing but his growing unease, he called out, "Vet? I can't see where you are!"

Legend's voice hollered back sounding painfully far away, "Keep up! Honestly, I had no idea you could get like this!"

The Captain stumbled in the direction of his friend's voice only to be yanked to a stop when his scarf tightened around his neck.

"Agh! What the hell?!" He choked out as he tugged on the fabric to loosen it.

Nearby something slammed on the floor. Warriors felt his breath leave his lungs as the sudden need to be silent paralyzed him.

The cold gust whispered in his ear once more as a creeping sensation crawled up his back. His heartbeat thundered in his chest. Too loud. Too loud. They'll hear...

Thumping footsteps echoed in the dark. They're coming...

The greeting of a warm glow of a lantern caused the terrified hylian to squint.

"Captain?" Legend called as he approached. His tone was carefully maintained as indifferent, but to those who knew the hero of legend he was poorly masking his concern.

"There's something here..." Warriors responded barely above a whisper.

Legend frowned at his uncharacteristic behavior and grabbed the man's wrist attempting to pull him along. "We're wasting time."

"Wait!" Warriors coughed and tugged on his scarf again. "I'm stuck."

At his strained voice, Legend stopped immediately and glanced behind them. The scarf was taut and lead into the darkness where the light of the lamp didn't reach. He released Warriors' wrist to examine the cloth closer.

Warriors stumbled backward, but the scarf remained strained. "Come on!" He groaned as he struggled against it. Impossibly, the scarf seemed to tug back and Warriors began to lose his footing.

Realizing too late what would happen, Legend frantically reached for his hand again. As their fingertips brushed against each other the Captain's feet slipped from underneath him.

"Legend, help!" Warriors cried out as he was yanked into the abyss.

Shrill laughter swirled around the maze of a basement and the cold gust snuffed out the glow of the lantern.

Legend cursed his luck. So much for finding the others as soon as possible.

(Giant) Spiders

"Wild. Wild! Stop walking!" Twilight's voice ahead of him caused him to glance up from his sheikah slate. To his immediate horror he was met face to face with a huge white skull which had eight spindly legs growing out from the sides.

"Ahhh! What?!" He cried as he fell back away from the monster. "What is that?!"

With a grunt, green goo sprayed the ground and the monster disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke.

"You almost walked into a Skulltula." Twilight reported as he shook the revolting goo off his sword. "You gotta be careful around them. Their bites are nasty."

"That's what the giant spider is called?" Wild shuddered as he followed the rancher further into the cave. "I thought that the largest species of spiders only grew to about the size of a dinner plate! This is so much worse!"

Twilight threw a smile over his shoulder. "I'm guessing you've never fought an armogohma before? Good for you."

"What's that? A spider the size of a guardian?" The Champion crossed his arms with a disturbed expression.

Twilight's smile grew sheepish as he seemed to regret his words.

"Eh... it's best you don't know..." He turned around and continued on into the cave.

"Wait... wait no... That means that it's even bigger!" Wild impossibly looked even more disgusted and clutched his bow like a lifeline.

Bells

Bong bong bong

Link shot up in his bed. What was he doing?! He didn't have time to be laying around like this!

Bong bong bong

He was too late! The world was ending! Everyone would perish because he had wasted so much time!

Bong bong bong

The final tolls of the bell rang out declaring his failure to the world. Where was his ocarina? He rummaged frantically through his bags.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'll fix everything," he muttered aloud.

"Time?"

A soft voice cut through his mind numbing panic like a ray of sun through a storm. He heard the sheets rustle as Sky nearly tumbled out of the other bed.

With shaking hands, Time placed his instrument back into his travel bag and set the bag down. He turned to the younger hylian as he groggily walked his way over.

"I'm alright, Sky..." he whispered to the young knight. Gently, he placed his hands on his shoulders to steady the boy. "You should go back to sleep."

"You didn't sound very alright earlier," Sky mumbled completely ignoring the second half of Time's words. He yawned. "Wha's goin' on?"

"I had a... an episode," Time decided to answer honestly yet vaguely. He steered Sky back to the bed and sat him down. "Don't worry about it. You helped me out so I really should thank you."

"Oh..." Sky blinked at him for a moment before he reached up and brushed his hand over Time's cheek.

Time froze at the action. A mere moment later he took notice of the wetness of his cheek. He had been crying in his panic then?

"Are you going to be able to sleep too?" Sky asked, turning to squint at the window. "Those bells were kinda loud for people to be ringing this... late? Early?"

Time nodded in answer. "I just need to get some water first."

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Sky slid under the bedding and tried to get some more sleep before the morning.

With a heavy sigh, Time exited the room and closed the door with a click.

Bonus: Claustrophobia/Imprisonment

The knight of Skyloft slowly blinked away the tendrils of unconsciousness from his eyes. It was dark. Pain lanced his temples when he raised his head. He winced. His hair was matted on one side and stuck to his face. That discomfort was accompanied by the metallic scent of blood.

He groaned at the throbbing in his skull and made an effort to touch it. To his distress he found that he could not move his arm. Frantically, he glanced to his right. His arm was stretched outward and chained to the wall with no slack to grant him movement. He was suddenly very aware of the ache across his shoulders and back. A glance down at his legs revealed that he was fixed above the floor and currently incapable of moving his legs either as the were shackled to the floor not unlike his arms.

"How... how did I get here?" He wondered as he glanced about his cell. An inkling of anxiety began to grow when he noticed that all of the walls were made of dark stone and the door appeared to be a thick sheet of metal. It was impossible to know what was happening outside of the room because of the lack of windows.

The darkness seemed to curl in on him even though his eyes had adjusted to it. The air was cold and it bit at his lungs as he breathed it in. He shivered, causing the chains to clink.

"Where is everyone?" It was so quiet. His breaths sounded painfully loud to his ears. "No one's here..."

His breathing picked up and his head and heart started pounding rapidly as panic settled in. This room was too narrow. The ceiling was unnervingly low. It would crush him. He needed the sky. He needed to see the sky.

He yanked fruitlessly at the chains sending a twinge of pain up his arms. He cried out in frustration and panic before letting himself droop in exhaustion. Eyes wide yet unseeing, he breathed shaky breaths as his ears rang unbearably.

***

"The shadow is retreating!" Twilight yelled to Time over the din of the battle. "Go find him! We'll take care of the rest here!"

"Alright! Be careful!" Time answered his successor. He turned to their shortest member. "You're with me, Smithy."

"Got it!" Four confirmed and followed after.

A moment later Wild ran alongside them. "Let me come too."

Four's eyes narrowed slightly at the older boy. He sighed. "Fine. Be sure to keep your emotions in check Champion."

Wild merely grunted in reply.

Finally, they arrived at the dungeon underneath the abandoned castle. It was cold, dark and damp like a cave. Almost all the way down the hall of cells the doors were open. They carefully made their way through, wary of any traps that might presently spring.

When at last they stood before the only closed door, Four glanced about cautiously. "There weren't any traps. Strange... It's almost like the shadow wanted us to find Sky. It gave the battle up so easily... What's it's motive here?"

"It's like it's observing us, our actions, how we react to what it does." Time hypothesized as he watched Wild break open the lock on the metal door.

The door was shoved open with a shriek of metal on stone and Time heard Four gasp upon entering the room. Glancing up, he rushed forward.

"Sky! Are you alright?" Time gently lifted the young man's chin off his chest to see his face.

Sky blinked slowly but he seemed to stare straight through the hero of time with his eyes clouded. His breathing was harsh and shallow and his frame shook with each breath.

Time frowned. He glanced to the boys next to him. "Smithy, Champion, get the chains off him. I'll make sure he doesn't fall."

"Got it!" Four replied already digging out his fire and ice rods. He handed one to Wild and set to work. "Freeze the right one. Lower the temperature as much as you can then switch with me."

Time turned his focus back to the boy before him. He wrapped his arms around his torso and braced himself as he listened to the humming magic, the licking of flame and the chime of ice.

With a snap and the clanging of chains against the walls, Sky slumped into Time's embrace. He groaned. His arms and back still ached terribly.

"We'll get you out in a minute and then we'll take you back to camp to rest." Time whispered to him. Slowly, he sunk to the floor and maneuvered the boy so he could see his face. Sky's expression remained blank. "Sky? Can you hear me?"

When he was met with silence again, he reached for the boy's hand. He gave it a little squeeze and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. To Time's relief Sky's pale, cold fingers curled around his own.

Sky fixed his gaze upon the face of the man who was cradling him. The hero of time smiled faintly in return, the corners of his lips slightly quirking up. "Hello. Are you with us now, knight of Skyloft?"

The boy in question squeezed his hand shakily, his deep blue eyes never leaving Time's face. "Please, get me out..." he pleaded breathless and quiet as a silent tear slipped down his cheek. "I can't breathe. Please..."

Time felt a sudden twinge in his heart at the boy's words and a righteous anger simmered under his skin. He held him closer and ran a hand through his crimson stained hair detangling it in an attempt to soothe the young knight. "They're almost done. Just a second. Only a second and then we're out."

Another snap rang out in the cell and Sky was scooped up and raced out of the dungeon.

When the four Links finally burst out into the forest, Sky found he could breathe deeply once more. He calmed down significantly, yet he was still unnerved by the manacles around his wrists and ankles.

Four smiled at him sympathetically, his eyes shining a rose red, when he was noticeably staring at them. "Sorry, Sky. It would've been too dangerous to remove those while we were in there. I'll take care of them when we get back to camp, okay?"

Sky nodded in response. He made an effort to ignore the metal bands; however, it was hard to when the small length of chain still attached to them clinked with every step Time took.

Turning around to face him as he continued to walk backwards, Wild piped up, "I'm sorry too, this probably wouldn't have happened if I had been watching your back."

Sky waved a hand. "It's not your fault. I should have been more vigilant. The shadow was targeting me and had me drift away from you during the battle."

"Exactly why we should prepare so it doesn't happen again," Time cut in.

Wild sighed and turned forward again before adding, "I have the Master Sword in my slate just so you know."

Sky let himself relax in Time's arms. He closed his eyes and listened to the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze. "Thank you, Champion."

The group broke into the clearing where the camp was nestled in the center. They settled down and moments later the rest of the Links joined them with smiles of relief just as the sun sank low in the sky.

I did not mean to write a whole one shot for Sky. Please, Courage try not to be so obviously biased.

Anyway~

Lege, Twi and Wind get their fear of Wallmasters, floor masters and other things from the hero of time. Who has fought those enemies plus deadhand and bongo bongo. I think Lege might also have a fear of getting lost. He loves his maps.

Hyrule gets his fear of water from Legend. YaBoi went sailing one day, caught a storm and got shipwrecked and then Link's Awakening happened and he accidentally erased everyone on koholint, including his girlfriend.

Four gets his fear of being attacked from behind from Sky. Four hasn't had the best luck when it comes to betrayal especially in the manga. And then there's Ghirahim.

Wars gets his fear of Ghosts *cough*and basements *cough* from our beloved hero of the winds. Wars was hard to decide for and I ended up basing it purely off of Wind rather than something that paralleled. The ghost ship in Phantom Hourglass is pretty creepy and so is the labyrinth under Grandma's house in Wind Waker.

Wild gets his fear of giant spiders from Twilight. This one was also difficult to decide so I did a thing similar as with Wars. Twilight Princess's Armogoma is freaking huge arachnid that you have to squash with a statue. Did you know that the boss fight could have been a chase sequence instead? There's a small clip in a TP trailer where Link is being chased through the hallways by a gargantuan spider. No thank you.

Time gets his fear of bells from Four. I'm sure most of you reading this know about the hero of time's adventure in Termina. The clock tower in the town counting down the days hours minutes till the end of the world slowly but not slow enough. The people never knowing how many times they had lived those three days over and over. Never knowing that their lives were in the hands of a child too old and too young. Four was a child too when he was tasked with saving his best friend and the world as well. He raced against time and the tolling of the bell, tearing through enemies as fast as he could to save Zelda from her soul being ripped out and being turned to stone forever.

Sky gets his fear of imprisonment and claustrophobia from Wars. Ah no. He gets it from the first hero, the knight of Hylia. At first I didn't know whether to include Sky or not but of course me not being biased at all had to (big mistake). The first hero(who I call Chosen) was imprisoned for seven years on unjust charges by his own people. Then when calamity struck they released him and had the audacity to ask for his help. He decided to help them but YaBoi needed a sandwich first and didn't get one so he died in battle.

I wrote everything above in September of last year lol. It’s also no longer spoopy season anymore but I thought y’all might enjoy this.

#linked universe #linked universe au #courage writes #linked universe fanfic #whump #mild injury #ooh spooky #courage’s Sky favoritism

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The Act of Faking

Word count: 7,2k

Summary: George is not talking to Fred, and the only way Fred thinks this can be salvageable, is by faking a relationship with you. Or when you hear his request - faking him having feelings for you.

Warnings: Angst towards the end.

A/N: I am literally going to kill myself. I had a plan for this to be the perfect slowed paced slow burn, were relationship builds slowly and beautifully but then I just ran out of ideas and this is what happened. And to remind you - English is not my first language so most of the times I just stared at the page trying to come up with different descriptions rather than using the ones everybody knows by heart. So I am sorry. Please enjoy.

P.S I am very sad that I found out about the "5 Acts of Play " stature at the end of writing this one-shot. I could've used it to make the story more interesting. But oh fucking well… _______________________________

One thing that everybody in Hogwarts knew, - the Weasley twins were always together. One never went anywhere without another. They also never had any serious arguments, only slight disagreements that seemed to be forgotten pretty soon after.

That was why you currently frowned looking at the door. Fred came into the Great Hall looking tired, confused and disappointed to say the least. You closed your book, your interest peaking. He only looked like that when he'd gotten himself into detention that overlaps with Quidditch practice.

‘So what happened to you?’ you asked as Fred moved to sit in front of you at the Gryffindor table. He looked really upset. ‘Prank gone wrong?’

‘No, I wish tho.’ He sighed. ‘It’s George. I haven’t had a single conversation with him for what seems like days.’

‘You never fight.’ you mentioned, as Fred was taking a gulp of juice from your glass.

"We haven’t gotten into a fight, Y/N, he just dumbly avoids me. When I try to talk to him, he mumbles something about guilt trips and at the next moment he’s gone.’ He started fidgeting with his wand.

‘How come? Why would he “guilt trip”?’

“Well our dear best friend, Geroge,” Fred mumbled irritably, for a moment you thought he might snap, “had gotten himself a girlfriend, bet you didn’t know that, right?” you only nodded. “Well apparently nobody knew, including me.”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip. “I still don’t see what the problem is.”

“I will tell you what the problem is… The problem is that I accidentally caught him snogging Angelina off in the Quidditch pitch.” You looked at him trying not to show too much emotion. “That wanker wanted to keep it a secret, because he thought I might get hurt.”

“Well, I kinda understand why he kept it a secret.” You waited for his reaction, but he only looked at you blankly, waiting for you to continue. “Weren’t you, like, in love with her a couple of years ago?”

“Yeah, so?” he shook his head. “ I was, that’s the point, Y/N. Was. I am not. Not anymore. I wouldn’t care if they got married tomorrow.” He rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging his forehead.

“Have you told him this?”

“Yeah… Like a dozen bloody times. He doesn’t believe me, though. Says “I am only saying this to make him feel better.” How many times, do ya reckon, I would have to repeat this to make him believe it?”

“Hmmm..” you thought for a second. “Just give him a bit of time, maybe that will solve something?” you suggested.

“Just give him time…” he repeated your words to you. “How do you assume I should do that? With the Christmas holiday upcoming? Although, I think he would rather spend the whole time with the gnomes instead of me in the same room.”

You stayed silent for a moment. Now that you have thought about it, you haven’t seen George for a couple of days too.

“But.” Fred lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.” I have a little plan.” He quickly reached for his bag and pulled a letter out of it. “ This morning I got a letter from my mother, about my bad behavior in class and yada yada yada, but she did mention inviting you to stay over during holidays. And this, dear Y/N, sparked a thought in me.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

“You and I,” he pointed towards you and then towards himself. “We are going to fake being in a relationship. Over your stay at The Burrow.”

“Fred.” you snapped quickly. “You’re crazy.”

“Why? I mean, it’s a good plan. Angelina will be going home during holidays, and George will be forced to be with his family instead, and we’re going to pull a little show for him, just enough, so he would drop this stupid avoidance game he is playing.”

You frowned at your best friend.

“You have a perfect opportunity to talk to him during the holidays and you want to spend it playing a pretend game?” you ask him as he nods. “Yeah, well there is a slight problem in your plan. We have never ever acted romantically towards each other, and George isn’t so stupid, he won’t believe it. He spent so much time with both of us together, so he will notice that there’s just no spark, or whatever.”

“That is exactly where you are going to help me,” he stated. “Your mother is muggle, right? You mentioned once that she is really into those romantic books muggle people read? What do you call them? Noveelies?”

“Novels, Fred.”

“Yeah, whatever, not the point. You said you were into them when you were younger. So what I’m trying to say is that you will help me put this act together, so it looks convincing.”

You look agape at him.

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I had too much time on my hands with my brother successfully avoiding me, I’ve even opened the Transfiguration book a couple of times out of boredom. Closed it pretty soon after, it was even more boring than doing absolutely nothing.”

“Still, Fred, no. It’s your whole family that will notice this as well and I don’t want to lie to Molly. And anyways, how would explain the sudden break up after the Holidays. And… Oh my god… Ron and Ginny will literally tease me to death. This is a really stupid plan, Fred, no one is going to believe it anyway. Just think of something else, I dunno, talk to Angie and make her help you out or something.”

“How am I supposed to talk to Angelina when she is almost always with George nowadays? I knew you would think the plan is stupid, but look - you are my best friend, right? I know you inside out, it would be much easier to pretend we’re in love.”

You look skeptically at him. You wanted to help him, you really did, but this plan was bound to fail one way or another. You very well knew how he flirts and acts with other girls, the last thing you wanted - to accidentally fall for him for his stupid act.

“No.” You started packing your book into your bag, not looking at him.

“Then at least let me act as if I had fallen for you, you won’t have to do anything, just help me out to put the act together, so it looks convincing enough for George, c’mon, Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” You let your eyelids fall a little more over your eyes while he speaks. “It’s either this or I am going to do something even more stupid.”

You let your head lull back.

“Alright.” you sight. “But.” You quickly state. “Embarrass me, Weasley, and you will have two people not talking to you.” He rolls his eyes and then determinedly looks at you.

“Okay, so how am I supposed to pull this off?” You look at him in frustration. “What? I need step by step guidance.”

“I am gonna tell you this once. You miss it, I won’t repeat it. It is extremely stupid and why do I even… Aren’t you like a huge flirt and tease? Why would I need to teach you how…” He gave you a warning look and you shut yourself up real quick. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, okay.”

He nodded. You gave yourself a moment to think it through, and he let you, keeping everything he wanted to say to himself.

“Because this will be coming from literally nowhere, you must be really subtle at first.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “ I know, you don’t know how to be subtle, so just gaze at me from time to time during the dinner or whenever you’ll be sure George notices.”

“So all I have to do is just look at you from time to time?”

“No, you muppet. I called it a gaze for a reason. You know? Staring at someone you find admiring?” He slightly shook his head, his ginger hair falling over his brown eyes. “Or just someone you find unbelievably pretty?” He still looked at you a bit dumbfounded. “Fred, you do it when you think about Quidditch and pranks.” He smirked, red tinting his cheeks.

“Okay, loverrr…” you deliberately said the last word as slowly as possible, teasing him intentionally, hoping he might have a change of heart and call this plan off. “We will call this “Act Number One.” In case you fail convincing George with this one, we will move on to the “Act Number Two.” Where you will seek close proximity.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Step over the line with this one, Fred, and I will hex you.”

He raises his hand into the air. “Whatever you’ll say, Ma’am.”

“You will have to be subtle with this too. Otherwise it will just be whatever you do here, in Hogwarts on a daily basis. Try to sit next to me when the dinner is ready, try and fix my hair slightly or something, you will figure it out as you go.Then there is gonna be “Act Number Three”, I believe, you will need no assistance on this one - teasing. No comment on this one. I think this should do the job.” You look at him blankly, something about this makes you irritated and anxious.

“And what if after all of this, he still won’t be on no speaking terms with me?”

“Then an actor's career won't be suitable for you.”

Act Nr. 1

Your stay at The Burrow began shortly after the plan was devised. You had urged Fred to attempt a conversation with George before enacting the plan, and in the presence of Molly and Arthur, all appeared well between the brothers, they even shared a joke about Ron’s owl Gigwidgeon. However, once left alone, their relationship reverted to its former state. And you knew that it was a matter of hours before Freds attempt at Act One.

And indeed, your prediction proved accurate. The scene unfolded during dinner, just as you had anticipated. While engaged in conversation with Ginny, who sat to your right, Arthur kindly addressed you, prompting you to look left, up at him.

“Y/N, Fred shared the fact that your mother is a muggle,” you nodded looking at him. “How fascinating.” Arthur remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I recently got a hold on this little thing..” he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “What exactly is this?” He held it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger as if it was a little wand. “I’ve seen it ignite flames. Is it some sort of muggle magic wand, huh?”

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur's question, but your attention soon shifted to Molly, who cast her husband a warning glance. Unbeknownst to you, Fred's focus shifted to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he observed the interaction.

“Not quite, Mr. Weasley,” you replied with a smile. “It's called a cigarette. It contains an addictive substance called nicotine, which people often smoke to alleviate stress or tension.”

“Really, Dad,” Bill interjected with a laugh, “Mum will be reaching for one of those every time you mention something from the Muggle world at the dinner table.”

Suddenly, Fred erupted into laughter, his eyes dancing with amusement as he directed his gaze towards you. “Well, would you look at that,” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at the table, yet his eyes were locked on you. “Our dear Y/N, the epitome of innocence, enlightening our dear old Dad about the vices of the Muggle realm.”

You shook slightly, your eyes widening a bit. What was he doing? But he only laughed at your widened eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes indicating that he was teasing you, trying to uplift the mood at the table.

As the Weasleys' laughter filled the room, you felt a warmth spread through you, despite the slight embarrassment of being the center of attention.

Ginny shot Fred a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a bit too much," she teased, earning another round of laughter from the group.

Fred caught your confused look as you were about to mouth him to watch what he’s doing, but he only winked at you.

After the dinner you jumped quickly on your legs to help Molly. When you went to roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes, Molly quickly stopped you with a light touch and smiled kindly. “Honey, the magic will take care of that, go ahead and rest on the couch with everybody.” She rushed you to the living room.

You turned back to look at the rest of the family: Arthur was explaining to Bill about some corruption that involved the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank; Ron and George were playing the wizards chess on the floor and by the look on George's face - Ron was winning. Ginny picked up a plate of cookies, murmuring that these were Percy’s favorite, so she had to offer some of him, so he wouldn’t starve himself to death with whatever he was doing as an exemplary Head Boy; and Fred seemed nowhere to be found.

You turned back to Molly. “My mother always said that magic was too precious to use it on simple daily tasks, that could simply be managed by humans.” She smiled gently at you and her eyes lifted a bit from your eyes.

At that exact moment you felt a heavy chins presence on your right shoulder. You turned your head towards it to see Fred's untidy red hair that was brushing your cheek slightly.

"Fred," you greeted softly, turning your head to meet his gaze.

His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you.

"Hey there," he whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling room around you.

A sense of ease washed over you in his company, a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the years of friendship.

"Thought I'd join the party," he quipped, his breath warm against your ear.

“Go rest, you two,” Molly interrupted, “while I go and see where to lay you, Y/N. I hope you sharing a room with Ginny would be alright.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Thank you, Molly.”

Fred feigned a dramatic sigh, before nudging you gently towards the living room.

“You are not following the plan, Fred, you ran over all of the acts in one day.” you scolded him, but he laughed loudly.

“Y/N, darling, when was I ever following the rules?”

Act Nr. 2

For a couple of days, the plan appeared to be on hold. The Weasley children found themselves occupied with various tasks around The Burrow, and you willingly lent a hand wherever needed.

Whether it was assisting Molly with preparing meals in the bustling kitchen, helping Arthur mend a fence in the ramshackle backyard, or joining Ron and Ginny in tending to the garden, you immersed yourself in the daily rhythm of life at The Burrow. Once or twice you caught Fred gazing at you while he took a little break to drink some water or just to catch a breath.

However after the evening to a hold on the house and everybody seemed to be resting, gathered in the cozy living room of The Burrow, Fred subtly initiated Act Nr. 2 of the plan. With George engrossed in a conversation with Ron about Quidditch tactics, Fred seized the opportunity to position himself strategically closer to you on the worn-out couch.

With a casual yet deliberate movement, he shifted slightly, allowing his arm to brush against yours. You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at his subtle maneuver. His response was a barely perceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of his progress in the plan.

Every now and then, he would lean in slightly, as if to share a secret or a whispered joke, his breath tickling your ear. Each time, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, a silent agreement between you to maintain the facade of blossoming feelings.

Just then, George's voice cut through the jovial atmosphere, interrupting the conversation about Quidditch tactics. "Oi, Fred," he called out, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief. "You're looking a bit too comfortable there, mate. Planning on falling asleep, are you?"

Fred's smirk widened, as if he had anticipated this exchange beforehand. He shot a playful glance at George, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't blame a bloke for seeking a bit of comfort, can you?" he retorted, his tone light-hearted.

George chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Well, just don't go drooling on her shoulder, mate," he teased, earning a round of laughter from the others in the room.

You couldn't help but join in the laughter, though you felt a slight flush creeping up your cheeks at the playful banter. Fred's proximity and the teasing exchange sent a pleasant warmth coursing through you, despite the teasing scrutiny of the Weasley twins.

Although, ironically, as the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation lulled you into a comfortable state of relaxation. Despite your best efforts to stay alert and engaged in the lively discussion, the cozy ambiance of The Burrow proved too inviting, and you found your eyelids growing heavy.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred noticed the subtle droop of your head as you began to nod off, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight. He leaned closer, discreetly adjusting his position to offer you more support, ensuring you were comfortable.

Meanwhile, George shot Fred a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your gradual descent into sleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day," he remarked sotto voce, his tone filled with gentle jest.

Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he watched you drift off into slumber, a sense of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, his best friend, as he silently vowed to ensure you rested undisturbed for the remainder of the evening.

That was how Act Number two acted out.

Act Nr. 3?

You were seated on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in your hands, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. You sent Molly off from the kitchen.

Outside, Molly stood with her hands on her hips, a hint of exasperation evident in her flushed face. Before her, Ginny, George and Bill exchanged mischievous grins, their laughter ringing out like bells in the crisp winter air.

“Are you two crazy? No scarves, no hats on. You are going to get sick.” She urged her children to get back in and dress properly for the weather.

In a moment of playful rebellion, George scooped up a handful of snow and molded it into a perfectly packed snowball. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he took aim and let it fly, intending to playfully tease his mother.

But fate had other plans.

In a twist of irony, just as Molly turned to face her son, the snowball found its mark, striking her squarely in the face with an unexpected impact. Time froze for a moment, the air thick with disbelief, before erupting into uproarious laughter, Molly's angry face told them enough and they all turned to get back inside.

“Had a good night's sleep, Y/n?” George's voice rang out as he entered through the door, his laughter trailing behind him like a mischievous echo. He shook his hair, sending a flurry of snow cascading onto the floor, much to Molly's disapproval.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you slid off from the table, reaching for the teapot and mugs to distract yourself. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though your embarrassment spoke volumes.

"Only alright? I thought Fred tucked you in quite nicely." George's laughter filled the room, rich and hearty, as he winked at you. His playful jab struck a nerve, eliciting a mixture of amusement and discomfort. You turned away, feeling the weight of his teasing words lingering in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you.

As soon as they all settled down to enjoy a cup of tea, you seized the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Fred's whereabouts. But as you ascended up the stairs, he was going down, so you practically ran into each other.

"Oh, good," you exhaled, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. "I was looking for you."

Fred's smirk widened as he halted on the step above you, closing the distance between you almost imperceptibly. "Slept well?" he inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you struggled to articulate your thoughts, the urgency to convey your concerns before the family downstairs didn’t get any ideas as to why you were standing on the stairs a moment too long. "Yeah, look," you began, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Why won’t you give this plan a little break? You seem to be talking again with George, and with the plan advancing at this pace, soon enough everybody will be asking about the relationship that doesn't exist."

"Darling, breathe," Fred intervened, his hands gently finding purchase on your shoulders as he chuckled. "You only fell asleep on me, so what? You’ve done this a million times in the common room, what’s the difference? But if you want to give it a breather, it’s fine too," he reassured, his expression softening with understanding.

However, instead of finding solace in his words, you recoiled slightly, evading his touch as you took a step back. His hands fell away from your shoulders, hanging awkwardly in the space between you as you sidestepped past him, eager to retreat to the safety of Ginny and your shared bedroom.

Fred's brow furrowed in concern as he watched you retreat, a pang of unease tugging at his heart. He hadn't anticipated that his attempt to reassure you would only seem to exacerbate your anxiety. For a fleeting moment, he considered reaching out to you again, wanting to offer further comfort, but he held back, sensing that you needed space.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly made your way to the bedroom you shared with Ginny, seeking refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by your encounter with Fred. Once inside the familiar space, you sat on your bed burying your face in your hands, closing your eyes briefly as you attempted to steady your breathing.

You have indeed fallen asleep on each of the twins at least ten twenty times during your years at Hogwarts. And not once has the teasing afterwards bother you, but something about today sent you reeling. You were blushing madly and wished that that would stop. Maybe the whole plan you helped to build, was turning against you, and each, and every time Fred paid attention to you, finally started playing with your head.

You promised yourself to be a little more careful after that.

Act Nr. 4 - the improvised part.

The same night, you were roused from sleep by a gentle hand shaking your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, you up?” Fred's voice, soft and filled with excitement, whispered through the darkness as he continued to shake you awake.

You groaned in annoyance, feeling disoriented from being pulled out of sleep. “What is it?” you muttered, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Remember that star we told you about? The one me and George discovered last summer?” Fred's tone was eager, like a child on Christmas morning, and you realized where this was headed.

“Yeah,” you replied, still half-asleep and struggling to grasp why he was waking you up in the middle of the night for a star.

“Well, come on. I found it again,” he urged, his excitement palpable even in the dim light of the room.

You hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed for a star. “Why would you wake me up for a star, Fred? It's just a star,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

But Fred was undeterred, his enthusiasm contagious as he handed you a pair of special goggles and gently grasped your wrist, guiding you outside into the chilly night air.

“Put these on and look straight up from where you're standing,” he instructed, his grip firm yet gentle as he positioned you in the right spot.

With a sigh, you relented, slipping the enchanted goggles over your eyes and following Fred's guidance. As you gazed upward, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

The darkness of the night sky was transformed into a mesmerizing display of swirling colors, reminiscent of oil puddles reflecting light from muggle cars. It reminded you of the evening sky as the sun finally starts to set, bringing out the most vivid colors. The bright colors danced and twirled around in the star and all around it, creating an ethereal display that seemed to defy explanation. Shades of deep indigo melted into vibrant hues of sapphire and emerald, while streaks of crimson and gold streaked across the dark sky.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” asked Fred while you watched the view in silence. You took the goggles off and looked up again, seeing only small, little stars shining above you. “Well the other ones do not look that extraordinary, but somehow that one does. And it comes up like three or four times a year. It’s a miracle it came up over your stay here.”

You turned to look at him. “It's really beautiful, Fred. I’m glad you woke me up.”

He gently stroked your arms to make you a little bit warmer as you continued to shake due to the cold of the winter's night.

When Fred retrieved back into his room, he smiled like a dumbass. When you got back inside you asked him if he had named that star and with a gentle smile he asked you to come up with a name for it.

“Where have you been?” Apparently George wasn’t asleep when Fred got back, and curiosity won over George.

“Out.”

“You showed her the star, didn’t you?” George chuckled slightly when his brother removed his clothing and fell backwards into his bed. “I noticed it appeared again yesterday.”

“I might have done that, yes.” Fred admitted with a sheepish grin.

George laughed. “Told her what you named it?”

“No, that would’ve been a bit embarrassing.”

George laughed loudly but then quickly stopped, before waking the whole house up. “You're hopeless, man. But I am happy for you.”

Fred quickly turned his head to look at his brother, even though through the dark he could only make out his silhouette. “So? Are you back on speaking terms with me?”

“Yeah, mate,” George chuckled, “I realized I was being dumb.”

Fred was happy. He genuinely was, but something about coming back to terms with his brother stopped him from feeling completely pleased with the situation.

Act Nr. 5

Act 5 unfolded on a brisk afternoon a couple of days later. The sun was casting long shadows across the snow-dusted grounds of The Burrow. The Weasleys were involved in their own activities. You specifically were interested in another bewitched muggle artifact Arthur promptly told you about, then he went on reading the letter from the Ministry again, completely forgetting about telling you anything afterwards. So you sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in a book. As you finally coughed up to where you left off, Fred entered the room with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

You glanced up from your book, offering him a small smile in return. "Hey, Fred. What's up?"

"I was thinking," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement, "why don't we take a walk outside? It's a perfect day for it."

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A walk? Now?"

Fred nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. It'll be fun. We can explore the woods behind The Burrow. I heard there's a hidden clearing with the most amazing view."

Despite your initial skepticism, you found yourself unable to resist Fred's infectious enthusiasm. With a shrug, you closed your book and rose from the table. "Alright, why not? Lead the way."

As you ventured into the woods together, Fred regaled you with stories and anecdotes, his laughter echoing through the trees. With each step, you felt yourself relaxing in his company.

Eventually, you reached the hidden clearing Fred had mentioned, and you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking view before you. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape, while a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes scanning the scenery.

Fred grinned, his gaze fixed on you. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied softly.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat at his words. But before you could respond, George's voice rang out from behind you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "What are you two up to?"

Your confusion turned to disappointment as you realized that Fred's affectionate words were likely just another one of his improvised acts. With a forced smile, you turned to face your friend, masking your disappointment behind a facade of nonchalance.

"Just enjoying the view," you replied, your voice lacking its usual warmth.”Care to join?”

As George joined you in the clearing, the moment between you and Fred faded into the background, leaving you grappling with the lingering sting of disappointment and confusion.

As the days passed quickly in The Burrow, the atmosphere seemed to settle into a familiar rhythm, apart from that, the twins seemed to get back into their close relationship, which made you extremely happy.

Once or twice Fred would act out your made up plan and gaze at you during the day at dinner or whenever you were near each other. You, of course, didn’t expect anything more than that, understanding that now the two brothers were back to their old selves and your interactions with Fred were purely out of keeping the act just for George. But that did not change the fact that the shift happened within you. You spend more and more time thinking how everything will play out in the end when you get back to Hogwarts. How you will be sitting there, in the common room, pretending not to notice how Fred flirts with other girls and then returns to you to boast about it. This held a tight grip over your heart, making your chest feel heavy.

There you were, sitting on the couch, watching Ron make the wrong move and lose his bishop in the process, Ginny bobbing her head happily whilst laying on the ground.

“George just now told me that you don’t know how to play chess,” Fred sat down next to you, accidentally knocking several chess figures of the ground.

“OIII!” Ron shouted. “Watch what you’re doing.”

“Sorry, mate.” Fred laughed and dramatically reached for the queen on the ground and put it back on board in the wrong spot. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned to him, shifting back from your thoughts to reality.

Fred raised his eyebrow and laughed. “What were you thinking so deeply about? Me?” he teased and you felt his hand reach for your own. As he tried to intervene your fingers together you quickly pulled your arm away from him and stood up. No matter how angry this made you, you tried not to give it away. You felt sickened to your stomach. The action was small. But for some reason it was enough for you. This went too far, the act he was doing and suddenly there was no going back, everything went from too early to too late to stop this stupid lie, and the only thing you dreaded for - happened. It was your own fault, you agreed to this.

“Just remembered, I haven’t reached out for my parents for a while now,” you mumbled and left the room to actually write to your parents and ask if you could get back home from The Burrow earlier than planned.

The Finale

You were folding your clothes and putting them back in your trunk, while Ginny watched you from her bed.

“Did they really ask you to go back home?” She asked once again in disbelief. You nodded. “They always let you stay as long as you want.”

“Yeah, I guess something happened back home.” You lied without looking back up at her.

“Did you tell Fred? That you’re going back home?” She sat up, while you stopped packing and thought for a moment whether you should tell her the truth. “You haven’t,” she said, quite shocked. “Why? The boy’s going to go mad.”

“I really don’t think so,” you mumbled.

“But he will tho,�� spoke George standing in between the door, his arms crossed on his chest, he looked disappointed.

You paused, feeling the weight of George's words sinking in. Despite your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, deep down, you knew he was right. Fred would indeed be affected by your departure, you were his best friend, nevertheless.

Ginny shot her twin a sympathetic glance before turning back to you. "He's right, you know. Fred may not show it, but he'll definitely be upset."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But I need to sort things out back home."

“No, you don’t.” Said George again firmly. He looked quite mad now. “Considering the fact that it was you, who asked your parents to go back home early, not the other way around.”

“Uhmm… How do you?...” You stammered, caught off guard by George's accusation. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.

Ginny's expression softened, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced between you and George. "George, calm down," she interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension that crackled in the room.

But George remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on you. "How do I know?" he repeated, his voice low and intense. "Because you accidentally used the quill we use for pranks. It creates two messages as it writes, one to your recipient, second to its owner, and that would be me and Fred, only I got the hold of the message first.”

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed.

“Then,” George continued, “I assumed Fred had done something stupid once again and pressed him until he told me everything, And when I say everything, I mean it. Merlin's beard, Y/N, I thought Fred was daft, but turns out this friendship with us made you daft too.”

“Ummmm?” Ginny interrupted. “Mind to elaborate a little bit?”

Ginny's interruption brought a momentary pause to the tense atmosphere in the room. George sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words.

"Well," he began, glancing at you briefly before continuing, "apparently our dear Y/N here concocted a plan to get Fred and me talking again. She thought we needed a little nudge to mend our relationship, so she came up with this whole scheme of them faking a relationship."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did what?" she exclaimed, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

“First of all,” you raised your finger angrily at George, “ it wasn’t my idea, Fred came up with it. Secondly, it wasn’t a fake relationship,” you said angrily, “it was for you to believe he had feelings for me so you would drop your stupid not talking to Fred phase, because you thought he was still in love with your girlfriend. So in the end, who is to blame?” you asked him.

Ginny looked from you to George. She was sitting dumbfounded, and if it wasn’t for the angry looks on your and George's faces, she would’ve started laughing.

“Okay, it was stupid, I agree with you,” George mumbled. “But you're as thick as it gets, Y/N.”

“Why am I the thick one?”

“Because you actually thought Fred would fake having feelings for you,” these words from George stung like a slap in the face, the truth of them hitting you harder than you anticipated. You felt a surge of embarrassment and hurt wash over you, realizing how naively you had fallen for Fred's act. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even Ginny’s mouth fell open.

“George…” she murmured silently.

“What? Wasn’t he like in love with her for a couple of years?” He said angrily. “And then you,” he pointed towards you, “went on and let him continue this charade and now because you can’t take it anymore, you’re leaving. Of course this is going to upset him.”

You tried to say something, you really tried, but words just did not form inside your head.

Thank the spirits, cause it was Ginny who spoke after. “No, George, wait. I don’t think she knew.”

You met Ginny's eyes, grateful for her unwavering support in this moment of turmoil.

“I… I didn’t know,” you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, but each word weighed heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t realize... I thought...” Your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that churned within you. “I genuinely thought that he was doing it for you. I was leaving because I didn’t want to…” the words died out from your mouth and you didn’t finish your sentence.

“I didn’t want to end up hurt afterwards. I assumed he only saw me as his best friend and the act would die out eventually when we got back to Hogwarts.”

The snort from George interrupted the silence that followed after your sentence. “You and Fred must be two of the dumbest people I know. Y/N, he named a star after you, you were more than his best friend for a while now.”

“Oi, mate, not nice to throw me under the bus like that,” Fred quipped, entering the room with a lopsided grin.

You turned to him, quite in shock.

“And I think this is our cue to leave,” said Ginny gently, sending a wink to you and grabbing George by his forearm to lead him out of the room.

“Complete idiots,” George managed to yell whilst leaving.

Fred chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Ignore him, love. He's just jealous because he hasn't named a star after anyone yet."

“I am extremely confused, Fred.”

Fred's grin softened into a gentle smile as he reached out to take your hand in his and intervene your fingers together. He smiled as you let him. "I know, Y/N. It's been a bit of a mess, hasn't it?"

You nodded, still trying to process everything that had unfolded.

"I promise to explain everything properly," Fred reassured you, his eyes earnest and sincere.

Fred took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "Okay, so... I know this whole situation might seem incredibly confusing, but there are a few things you need to know." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.

"Firstly, yes, I did come up with the plan to pretend to have feelings for you, but it wasn't just to mend things between George and me. It was also because..." He hesitated, his expression turning earnest. "Well, because I actually thought I might kill two birds with one stone.”

Confusion flickered across your face as you processed his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fred took a deep breath, steeling himself before he continued. "I mean, yes, the initial idea was to help George and me patch things up by making him think I had feelings for you. But... it was also a way for me to... explore my own feelings for you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. "You mean... you actually do have feelings for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Fred nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yeah, I do. I've liked you for a while now, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Emotions swirled inside you, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. "But... why didn't you just tell me?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was scared, Y/N. Before our friendship even began, you seemed to be annoyed everytime I approached you. I am not even going to mention the looks you gave me when I tried to flirt with you. Then I dropped it, I thought you weren’t interested and it proved me right, cause quickly after you joined our trio. (A/N: We can not forget our Lee.)”

“I thought you saw me as one of these girls you always flirt with, I thought you were being a tease for your own entertainment.”

Fred's expression softened as he listened to your words, a tinge of regret coloring his features. "Y/N, I understand why you might have thought that. And I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression.”

“But why did George think you were still into Angelina?”

“Because before you came into the picture I kinda liked her. And we got along pretty well, I just did not realize at the time she was being extra friendly with me, cause she liked George. Then you came along and my feelings changed. I mentioned them to George once or twice and then dropped it. Didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want to hear him tease me when you joined our friend group. When he fell for Angelina, he must’ve overthought everything. But he kinda put everything together after I returned to our room after I showed you your star.” He raised his free hand and gently tucked your stray strand of hair over your ear, and then pressed his hand over your cheek, to which you leaned in.

“Pretty soon after you arrived, you fell asleep on me, literally in front of everybody,” you closed your eyes in embarrassment as he spoke, he started softly caressing your cheek, “I thought you finally started to catch on, but you asked me to put the plan on hold, and I genuinely got scared I was pushing you away with the way I acted.”

“I am so sorry for not catching on sooner, for avoiding you…” you tried to explain yourself, but Fred interrupted you.

Fred shook his head, his expression tender. "No apologies necessary, Y/N. You did what I asked you. I hope you will now understand that everything was sincere.”

You closed your eyes again and as lovingly as possible said, “And I hope you will understand that I sincerely fell for you.”

He laughed as he leaned in closer, “I got that while you were having a little chit chat with my brother, otherwise it would’ve been me who stayed over with the gnomes.” He looked deeply into your eyes as if asking if it was alright, you slightly nodded, so he closed that little space that was left between you and kissed you.

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