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[myobsessionofthemonth]

a tumblr AU with a bit of a twist

chapter four: notifications

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Putting forth my @galladrabbles for the week for the prompt breathless. A moment in Mickey's head after the beautiful, wonderful, much-adored van kiss in season 3. Ah, young love.

Mickey pretends he’s not breathless. Pretends there are no butterflies in his stomach. 

His cousins don’t need know what just happened. That he just kissed Ian Gallagher.

He knew he had to do it today. Needed to prove he wasn’t scared. Needed to prove Ian doesn’t need that old creep.

It’s terrifying. Vomit-inducing. 

It’s also exciting. Electrifying. 

He forces himself to breathe. 

He knows what Ian tastes like now. He knows how soft his lips are.

He bites back a smile, barks something at his cousin. 

Mickey Milkovich just kissed a boy.

And he can’t wait to do it again.

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Soup for the sick

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Draco Malfoy can’t concentrate with you sneezing through the thin walls two minutes. He knocks on your door to shut you up.

A/N: this is short then my others but harrypotter!tok will always be superior idc what anyone says. hope you all enjoy <3

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Draco let out a huff, he was currently sitting down at his desk trying, keyword trying, to read his book. He’s been stuck on the same page for the last ten minutes because every time he tries to concentrate his next-door fucking neighbour decides to sneeze.

This is why he regrets being talked into the ‘college life’ and not staying at the manor where he belongs. He missed house elves no matter how much Granger nagged about morals and all that crap.

He was being dramatic (when was he not?) He didn’t mind living here if he was being completely honest. He lived by his own rules, his own time and his roof (kinda).

Draco peers down at the page. He really needed to concentrate, he had an important exam coming and nothing was going to risk ruining his GPA. If he scrapes up anything less than an A’ then he’s throwing himself in front of the night bus.

He shuffles in his seat, resting his head in his hands and attempts to read for the billionth time. His eyes flicker across the words and are surprised when he finds himself taking them in. Finally, silence.

He could feel the tension in his shoulders melt away and he never realised how much he missed the quiet until he lost it. The sneezing wouldn’t have been so distracting if it wasn’t every two seconds.

Draco starts to flip the page when the sound of another sneeze shot out, his hand jumps and tore the paper. If the cold didn’t kill them, he certainly would.

Tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, he forces himself to focus. This exam could decide his future.

Just breathe, Malfoy. breathe

You’ll probably swallow your tongue in your sleep and all will be right with the world.

“Achoo!”

“Fuck” Draco hisses, pushing himself away from the desk forcefully. The desk bumps loudly against the wall but he doesn’t even blink. He shot up from his chair and stalks towards the kitchen looking for something, “Fuck them, think they can get away with interrupting my study time.” He mutters bitterly to himself, narrowed eyes glaring at everything in sight as he scrambled through the drawers.

He kept grumbling to himself various insults, “They’ll learn to stop being so annoying and shut the fuck up.” He perks when he finds what he’s looking for and grins, grasping it tightly in his hands like a lifeline.

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Draco knocks on the door roughly, he’s too riled up to remember his manners. If his mother could see him now she’d scold him for his behaviour. He knocked again. If he could hear your constant sniffling, you could damn well hear him.

Draco hears motion from inside and taps his foot, how slow could you be?

After what felt like forever the door finally opens. Two red-rimmed eyes blink up at him. Your hair is thrown into a knotted mess and your nose is scarlet and sore. You only had the tissues that irritated your nose left. Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “Yes?” you manage to croak out.

They had never actually met, only brief glances in the halls. He can vaguely recall small pleasantries; once and a while he’d even return it when he was in a good mood. This is not one of the times where he’s in a good mood.

Draco had held the elevator door for you once, which was more than polite and then you dare to go and get yourself sick. Ungrateful if he does say so himself.

“I would like you to stop sneezing” he replied. His tone clipped.

The corners of your mouth tilt downwards, sending him a distasteful look. “Excuse me?” You attempt a scoff, it doesn’t really work — your voice is too hoarse from coughing, (another thing he needed to speak to her about.) It only made your throat scratchier.

He gets it, you’re sick. That doesn’t mean you have to put on a whole show. It’s a cold, not a deadly virus.

“I’d like you to stop sneezing.” He repeats. The fact that he has to repeat himself bugs him even more. He takes a step forward, forcing you to move away from the door.

You stumble back and technically allow him in while you rush to settle yourself. He guesses dizziness is another symptom, at least this one was silent.

“Make yourself at home” You mutter to yourself, your hand steadies you as you shuffle back towards the sofa, using the table as support on your way.

A sigh slips out, “I’d like to stop sneezing too, but unfortunately for the both of us, I can’t control it.” You drawl, cold or no cold, blocked nose or temperature, the sarcasm just drips from you.

You huff as you collapse back onto the couch, seeing as there’s no point in standing. On the off chance he was going to rob you blind then you’re not in any state to stop him. The blankets are instantly back around you and you snuggle into the warmth, attempting to get comfy, again.

Draco rolls his eyes at your behaviour and remembers what brought him here in the first place. He has a container clenched in his hand, he lifts it, “I brought you chicken soup.”

If you squint you could see an odd flash of orange mixed within the liquid. Carrots. Or at least you hoped.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering why he would make such a gesture after all that complaining. You appraise the container for a moment later before tilting your head, “Why?” You grumble.

You were exhausted and not in the mood company so you hope he can pardon the lack of host skills.

— If you couldn’t tell. That was sarcastic.

“Merlin, because your sneezing is doing my head in and I’m trying to focus,” Malfoy fusses, leaning against the arm of the sofa. Screw you for making it look so comfortable. “So, I’m hoping that the chicken soup will either cure those absurd noises, or you’ll choke on it,” He shrugs, “Win-win either way.”

You send a weak glare in his direction; you don’t have the energy for this right now. Yet, if you were being honest with yourself, chicken soup sounded really good right about now. You’ll just have to the chance on whether or not it’s poisoned. From what you’ve seen, you wouldn’t put it past him. “So, so sorry my cold is an inconvenience to you, neighbour. I’ll make sure to stop being sick, just because you asked. The least I could after you brought me that,” You send a feeble nod at the soup. You pretend not to look sheepish when your stomach rumbles at the whiff of food. You were hoping it would warm you up, you’re all over the place. One moment you’re cold and the next you feel like you’re in a sauna that’s turned to the max.

Draco sighs, “That would be deeply appreciated. Or I’ll seriously consider slipping some sleeping pills inside of this,” he pushes himself off the couch and walks straight into your kitchen. He’s taking the lid off and placing it on the counter. He really took ‘make yourself at home’ to heart apparently, acting like he wasn’t an intruder in your home as he ravaged through your cupboards and drawers. You could feel a headache starting to bloom between the clanging of pots and the clinking of cutlery, “Aha!” he mutters, pulling out a spoon, small victories you guess. He plops a spoon into the container and calls it a day.

Draco heads back to you. You take this moment to take him in, you notice he’s in low hanging sweats and a fully buttoned-up white shirt. An odd match, even weirder to wear when one is studying but to each to their own. The only thing consuming your mind was getting something in your stomach.

You shuffle backwards and push yourself up into a seating position as he approaches, he hands you the box and you murmur thanks.

“You eat the soup. You stop sneezing,” he warned and lifts an elegant brow. (you wonder if he does them himself.) “deal?”

You were unsure if this was for comedic purposes or if he genuinely expected you to stop sneezing but you nod anyway. You were tired and you’d eat anything at this point. This chicken soup is worth five stars in your heart.

“Sure?” You shrug, placing it down in your lap. You can feel the burn even through all the blankets but you didn’t mind it. The fallen strands of hair in your face are immediately shoved back, you don’t even wanna imagine what sort of state your hair was in. You’ve been sick for three days, the most strenuous activity has been moving from bed to couch. You haven’t been bothered to brush it, nevertheless, wash it. You glance at your neighbour, who was staring right back and decided you didn’t care.

Your hair was the last thing on Draco’s mind. He was just waiting for her to drink, or eat, or whatever you do with soup, slurp? And hopefully still have time to study. Becoming a defence lawyer wasn’t exactly easy.

Draco sends her a look, “Well.. are you going to eat it or what? Chop chop.” He clapped.

You shrunk away from the noise and held back the retort on the back of your tongue. Instead, you pick up the spoon, blow on it, put it in your mouth, then swallow. It wasn’t half bad.

(Understatement of the year. You could devour it within seconds.)

The couch dips on the other end causing you to send a look of confusion towards him. He was watching you expectantly.

Your eyes widen, “You’re staying?”

Draco rolls his eyes, “As riveting as watching you eat soup like some toddler.. I’m waiting to get the container back.”

Apparently, that was enough for you. You pick up the spoon, and after blowing away the steam, eat the soup once again. You try to hold it back but you couldn’t help a small moan escape. You didn’t know how hungry you were until now. This was the first food you could actually taste in the last forty-two hours and it was delicious.

“I don’t even know your name but you can make some good soup,” You admit.

Draco snorts, “Thanks,” technically he didn’t have to disclose that it was from a tin, “and it’s Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

You nod, half your attention on eating, “I’m Y/N. You can earn my last name. Maybe by bringing me more soup in the future, who knows.”

“Maybe.”

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The now-empty container is left to rest on top of your stomach. You were full and finished and let out a happy sigh as warmth settles into your stomach, it was the little things.

Draco feels like he’s intruding on a private moment, and so he shifts his eyes away from you. He looks from your bookshelf scattered with classics, (some he personally loves) to the dirty dishes left in the sink. His nose wrinkles, he wonders how long they’ve been lying there.

He glances back when he hears her voice, it was still rough but already sounded a lot better. Home cooking fixes everything.

(Well as homemade as a tin could be.)

Your cheeks were a little flushed but you were sure that was just your cold, “So, what’s so important that you got up and made some soup for your, apparently, very annoying neighbour? Who obviously just got sick so they could grab your attention?” You mock — Merlin, you were already beginning to feel like your own self again.

He scoffs but he couldn’t hide the way the corner of his lips dips so deviously into a smirk, “I didn’t say I couldn’t understand why you did it. That is very obvious. What’s not to like? I’m charming and irresistibly handsome. But perhaps another time would’ve suited more though, arrange it with me next time?” His tone was airy. He seemed different to the man who knocked so harshly on the door. Maybe he needed to relax just as much as you did.

Still, you stare deadpan at him.

“For an exam.” He answers before clearing his throat, “That’s why I was so frustrated. It’s really important and I couldn’t focus with all of-“ Draco weakly notions to you with his hand.

You feel a little guilty, he did bring you soup, after all, no matter the intention. But at the same time, he brought you really really good fucking soup so you couldn’t find it in your to feel that bad.

With a full belly and fuzzy socks on it wasn’t surprising that you were emendable to his little manipulation, through a yawn you mumble, “Sorry.”

Draco exhales and shrugs, he supposed it wasn’t entirely your fault for being sick. You couldn’t help having an immune system. It happens to the best of us, apart from him of course, he never got sick.

He slugs a leg and crosses his legs, he might as well get comfortable, “Don’t apologise.” He did need to take a break from studying anyway — twelve hours straight wasn’t a record but it was close, “Plus, playing your nanny for an evening might convince you to hold the elevator door for me for once.”

“Hey, that was an accident and one time, let it go, man.” You chuckle, it was throaty but it no longer hurt. An improvement from a couple of hours prior. “But, I guess I could do that. Just once though.”

Unfortunately, he smiles. “Of course.”

You push yourself up. Draco tits his head and watch as you attempt to fluff the pillow behind you. Apparently, it was a difficult task for you. After a few more seconds of your groans and suffering, he surges forward and snatches the pillow from you, “You’re not dying for Merlin’s sake.” He bemoans. He fixes up the pillow and places it back behind your head, “What would you do without me.”

You laugh quietly and set your eyes on the ceiling, “Thank you.”

Draco hums and looks up as well. There was nothing special about your roof, it was painted with the same cream that’s yellowed with age, and if Draco nit-picked he could spot some cracks. “You’re welcome, but don’t thank me again, wouldn’t want to give me the impression that we might be, dare I say,” he dramatically paused, “friends.”

You gasp quietly, “Heaven’s forbid!” What was meant to be a shout of protest died miserably in your throat.

He wears a small grin, “You and I friends? Disgusting, I wouldn’t want you to infect me with whatever terrible disease you have.”

You tut, the couch moving as you shuffled about. You’d find a comfortable spot sooner or later, “It’s a cold Malfoy,” you say, promptly giving up as you soon grew tired and instead rest your head against the fluffed, (thanks Malfoy) pillow. “So unless I turn into a zombie and bite you, then I’ll apologise for it.”

Draco shakes his head, “The only one out of this pair to do any biting will be me. But I’ll make sure to nibble if the time comes.”

You furrow your brows, was he trying to flirt? It was cute, terrible, but cute. You hide your face into the pillow trying to hide your smile. “Kinky.”

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, “If we’re at this point in our relationship already then we might be.. friends.” he forces a grimace.

You bring the blankets closer to your body, “Terrible. Quick; tell me something horrifying about you so I can hate you.”

Draco pursed his lips, “Well. I’m aiming towards defending guilty people for a lifetime so, there’s that. I’ve struggled with the law myself for a while, still am if I’m being completely honest, so I think everyone deserves at least an attempt at a second life.”

He paused, staring ceiling in thought, “I don’t know actually. Does everyone deserve a second attempt? I guess that’s maybe what I’m trying to figure out. What do you think?”

Nothing.

Draco lifts his head off the pillow, “Y/N?”

He looks over and notices you’ve passed out. Your mouth parted and he noticed a little drool mark on the pillow already. He laughs quietly, careful not to wake you up. Your hair was an utter mess, he rather thought it resembles a birds nest, maybe even a lions mane.

You still looked beautiful, in that odd sort of way.

He wasn’t quite sure how you fell asleep in the first place. Your neck was in an awful position, (if he hadn’t been here he would have wondered if you had snapped your neck ) and he knew it would be killer to wake up to.

Which leads him to do what he did next.

Draco carefully pushes himself off the couch, careful not to disturb you. With delicate hands, he moved the container resting perilously on your stomach and placed it out of the way on the floor. He carefully leans over and scoops a hand beneath your legs buried beneath the millions of clothes before slipping one under your back.

With attentive care he lifted you, the last thing he needed to do is drop you when you’re already sick, and adjusted you in his grip. He caught a whiff of cinnamon as he wrinkled his nose away from the tips of your hair tickling his nose. Draco wasn’t sure if it was natural or if it was simply your shampoo but the smell was simply addicting — though he was not about to sniff away at your hair like a weirdo, he had some standards.

Warily, he started to walk to where you assumed your bedroom was. He minds his steps and nudges at the cracked open door with his elbow — he was relieved to find it was your bedroom.

Draco spares a quick glance around your room and unsurprisingly it was what he had expected. (not that he had spent time thinking about it within the half an hour he’d been here for, that would just be strange..)

There were some odd books scattered about, most- if not all had colourful sticky notes sticking out of the sides. He recognises some and makes a note to ask you about your opinions on them later. Stray dead leaves decorated your window sill where half-withered plant pots sat. He grimaced as an avid plant parent yet wasn’t shocked that you didn’t share his green thumb. You could barely take care of it from the looks of it.

Would it be terrible if he took care of the dishes before he left?

Heedfully he placed you down. Draco peels away the blankets that were stuck to your body making sure he was extra careful on where he places his hands. Before he wrapped you up in the duvet on the bed.

Draco stands straight and exhales, okay why was he doing this? It was ridiculous. But he couldn’t help but take notice of your sheets are green; his favourite colour.

He mentally groans Merlin he was going too soft. He brought you soup and had just tucked you in. Who was he? Your mother?

With that thought he makes a move to leave, he had already over stayed his welcome. The only sound in the room was his light feet and your heavy breathing.

Draco froze.

It was a whisper but he heard it. Hesitantly he turned around and saw you were looking at him through fluttered eyelashes, he moved back beside you, “Thank you..” you mumbled quietly before he watched you slip back into unconsciousness, not without a little smile.

Sue him if he feels a little proud that he caused it.

Draco stands there for a moment longer and after making sure you were truly asleep this time, reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

He debates for a moment before leaning over and placing a small, chaste kiss on your forehead. It tasted salty but he didn’t mind. “Get well soon.” He murmurs.

After a few pauses Draco straightens and walks away. He exits the apartment with an intercept-able smirk.

Well, that certainly wasn’t what he had been expecting.

He enters his place and settles back down on his chair with a sigh. It took a few more hours of studying along with some coffees and some shortbreads his mother had sent to him; but only then did he realised he had forgotten the container.

He found himself not caring one bit. He could always collect it tomorrow.

Two days later, the boy who couldn’t get sick, fell ill

And you brought him some Chicken soup.

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Robot.. Romance?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: When the BAU girls hatch a plan one drunken night to investigate whether Dr. Spencer Reid is a robot, it leads to awkward moments, flirting and a bit of match making.

A/N: hi! this is my first official fic on my account. I’d love to see what you think but requests are open for whoever and whatever since this is a multi-muse! hope you enjoy it <3

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“Impossible” You couldn’t even believe you were having this conversation. With the chief of BAU nonetheless. “It doesn’t even make sense”

Emily’s eyes were wide “Doesn’t it? He has terrible fashion sense-“ you actually liked his vests and ties, come on, they were cute “-his awkward dance moves-” not everyone was a born dancer “-and lastly. When have we ever seen him.. in water?” .. you had no response to that one.

JJ piped in, who had been silent for most of the conversation, “But him being a robot? That’s a little far-fetched even for me.”

Finally someone with some common sense!

“And she believes that John F. Kennedy’s death had something to do with an umbrella,” Tara sighed.

You rushed to disapprove, leaning forward, your drink sloshing onto the table by the sudden movement you made, fuelled by the conviction you felt, “That’s because it did! There’s evidence!”

She rubbed her eyes, not being able to recall how many times they’ve had this same variant of conversation “Of what? From who? Conspiracists?”

“The internet!” JJ huffed.

“Oh sure, because that’s a reliable source” This always happened. This time they’ve decided to go on a well-deserved girls night out, their schedules were as clear as they could be, and it felt great to finally let loose. You liked to put up a front, but the case you had just been previously assigned that the team solved the other night, hit you hard.

They always did. So it was amazing to relax, relaxing ended up being six rounds of cocktails and throwing bar peanuts into each other’s mouths, but it was therapeutic.

You slammed your drink down (luckily now empty so no more unfortunate spillage) “Penelope hack the government! The people need to know the truth!”

JJ and Garcia cheered in support.

Tara placed her hand on yours, giving it a comforting pat, “Y/N, we are the government.”

“Wait, we’re the government? — w oah you have such soft hands.”

Emily clapped her hands “Enough nonsense, let’s get back onto the serious topic at hand. That Dr Spencer Reid is a robot.”

“Em-“

“Don’t ‘Em’ me. I know the law and that includes the freedom of speech.”

JJ groaned, “Okay. I’m way too tipsy to recite the laws-“

“- I’m not! You have the right to remain silent. You do not have to answer-“ You rambled.

“-Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should be lovely.”

“Oh right”

“Anywayyy” Emily whined, “If you guys don’t believe me, we’re just going to have to prove it.”

“How is she the Head of the BAU again?” Tara smiled.

Penelope giggled, “It’s because she’s the most competent out of all the incompetent idiots she’s the chief of.”

“So how will we prove our Spencer is a robot?” You chimed in.

JJ smirked, “Our Spencer, or your Spencer?”

Your cheeks suddenly became warm. You blamed it on the alcohol. “Of course not.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little heads about how to prove it.” Garcia grinned. In books, you had always critiqued whenever they said a glint appeared in someone’s eye, but you take back every criticism. The shine you saw in her eyes was terrifying. And it was directed completely at you. “I have just the plan.”

PHASE 1

“Have I ever told you that you have no understanding of privacy?” You sighed, throwing an arm over your eyes. You were currently lying on top of your own bed while Emily rooted through your own closet.

She laughed, “Yes. Multiple times”

“And yet.”

“Yet, you let me anyway.”

“And yet I let you anyway” You repeated sadly.

You removed your arm and pushed yourself up to watch her scramble through your racks of clothes. You had some dimes in there, but most are comfortable clothes for travelling with the team or smart clothes for when handling cases.

“Aha!” Emily pulled out a hanger, adorning the worst sweater you had ever bought “This is perfect.”

You scrunched up your nose “That is ugly. Like, Ugly ugly.”

“That’s why it’s perfect.”

“Why are we doing this again?” You had a killer hangover from last night and the pounding in your head wasn’t getting any easier with Tornado Prentiss around.

“We’re picking out two outfits: one as attractive as me, aka. Woah, she’s so hot I just want to tear off that outfit right here and now.” She lifts one of your favourite tops, it’s a lilac purple flowy blouse, with a serious cleavage cut.

The colour did compliment your skin tone wonderfully if I did say so yourself.

“And the second outfit is attractive as a buck naked grandma that does not know what the hell a razor is.” It was a sweater you bought years ago for an ugly sweater day while you were still making your way up the ranks of the FBI. The sleeves were longer than they should have been, from you pulling at the material relentlessly.

In your defence, it had been your first official gathering with a group of people from the FBI outside the building, if you were sweating like a pig, and nervous to meet the infamous BAU team for the first time, no one could say a thing.

“Seriously?! Ew Emily, ew”

Emily placed the hangers on the bed and smoothed out any creases. “Step one in the ISRAR plan, complete. Step two, in action”

You’re almost scared to ask “ISRAR?”

“Is Spencer Reid A Robot Plan. Keep up Y/N”

You get up off the bed, if you can’t beat them (Emily), join Em. (Literally Em). “Sure, whatever”

Garcia had already sent you plans on a very intricate mind map which should not look as professional and as well thought out as it did. Especially when she had complained about being bed-bound with a hangover.

Click and Click

You took pictures of them both and prepared to send them to Spencer. “This is so stupid. How does this prove he’s a robot in any way?”

“One, it’s not stupid, your smile proves that. Two, robots have no sense of style. Everyone knows that”

The thing you hated most was that it kinda made sense “I regret everything about this, this is what I get for splitting two for one cocktail with you.”

Emily rolled her eyes “Fine, let me type it up then”

You held your phone to your chest “No way, I’m never letting you near my phone again”

“The Hotch thing was one time. Let it go”

You ignored her and instead focused on your text.

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Dr Spencer Who

hi! um. this probably seems a little weird but you’re my last option aha, the girls are probably still blacked out from last night!

i was just wondering if you’d offer me some advice on something. nw if not!

delivered 2 mins ago. read now. 2:59 pm

Hey Y/N. It’s no problem really. I’d be happy to lend you any advice. But if it’s to do with girls Morgan would probably be better to ask. - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:01pm

trust me I’d prefer to ask you this than him lol! thank you for the help. much appreciated x

[attached two images]

was just wondering what top you think would suit me better! I’m useless at this stuff hah

delivered now. read now. 3:02pm

Oh. Isn’t there anyone else to ask? This seems important to you and I don’t want to mess it up for you. Style? Not my best strong suit - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:06pm

in the sweetest way possible, ur my last option, please spence. I’ll be happy with whatever you choose. promise you :)

delivered now. read now. 3:08pm

Okay. No pressure? Haha

Is this for a potential meeting?

Of two people

That’s romantic?

Because that would be cool ha

But If you wanna keep that private! That’s okay too!

Not saying there was a right to share it with me anyway.

So, yeah - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:11pm

Dr. Reid are you asking me if I’m going on a date?

delivered now. read now. 3:14pm

I think so.

I mean yeah - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:15pm

it’s not for a date reid

delivered now. read now. 3:15pm

Good.

Not good as in. Good, good. Like, good for me.

Not good for me in that way. Like easier for me.

To pick an outfit for.

Less pressure for me. - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:17pm

i understand don’t worry haha!

so um, an answer yet..?

delivered now. read now. 3:17pm

Yeah.

The jumper is the best choice.

It’s supposed to be cold this week. - Spencer

delivered now. read now. 3:19pm

okay! thank you so much !! much appreciated! x

delivered now. read now. 3:25pm

No problem. Anytime. x

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Emily brought the phone closer to her face in disbelief “I was mostly joking, but he could seriously be a robot. How could anyone think that sweater looked cute? How?”

You shrug “I just know to never ask him for fashion advice again”

“Can’t believe you got a kiss, though.” She smirked, winking at you. “Pretty special, hey.”

You flopped back down on the bed, groaning “Shut uppppp. He’s just being friendly”

Despite that. It made you smile fondly at it later on in bed.

PHASE 2

“Are you sure about this?”

“Y/N, for the thousandth upon thousandth times, yes” Penelope laughed, tucking a piece of fallen hair out of your face.

“I can’t even stare at him too long without.. doesn’t matter. How am I meant to do this?” Your hand was fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt, a terrible habit. Your mum had told you plenty of times you needed to stop otherwise you’d ruin everything you owned.

Garcia gave you a reassuring smile “It’s easy. Plus he never takes his eyes off you anyway so it shouldn’t be too much of a challenge for him” she said.

“Enough joking. I think the computer radiation is getting to your head” You playfully nudge her shoulder. You were currently in her Batcave, as she liked to call it, and discussing phase two in her plan.

“Why is it me again?”

“Tara refuses to join in on this, even if she’s loving every minute and JJ is currently off, she’s taken a few days off with the boys. Apparently, a school virus has gone around and they asked for her to stay.”

You placed your hand on your hips “Emily?”

“She’s too competitive, and she’d cheat to win”

Couldn’t argue with that logic.

“You..?”

“I’d end up letting Spence win, I couldn’t dare to make my puppy boy sad!”

“Therefore it falls onto me. Fine, I get it. Just.. next time can it be someone else?”

“Yeah, yeah, now go win this!”

You leave the cave. Okay subconscious, that sounded really cool. Y/N, superhero, guardian of the Cave.

— Also an FBI agent who is currently testing if her co-worker is a robot. Maybe you should stop reading so much science-fiction, it’s getting to your head.

You find Spencer at his desk, fiddling with some toy while reading a case file. You couldn’t exactly see his face since it was so buried into the folder, but the curls you could recognise anywhere.

“Pretty boy!” You called with a grin.

Spencer popped his head up and blinked. Morgan mostly called him that when he wanted to rile him up or embarrass him so it was strange to hear it coming out of your mouth.

He furrowed his eyebrows “Y/N?”

You stopped in front of his desk, placing a hand on either side and leaning down “You, Me, let’s go right now.”

Spencer’s lips parted, he looked more confused than anything. You talked to him plenty, and even offered to play a chess game with him once or twice but you’d never broached a subject like this before.

“Y-You? With me? Y/N, I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

You could see why Penelope didn’t want to do this now. He looked utterly puppy-like when he was clueless.

“Let’s have a staring contest”

The dip in his brow only deepened, and his lip turned upwards “A staring contest? Now?”

You squared your shoulders “Yes, now. Unless you’re afraid to lose?” You couldn’t help but think you sounded completely foolish, I mean.. FBI Agents here, like, hello. Yet you were still smiling brightly anyhow.

The next step in our plan.. you can’t believe you referred to it as our, was to see if he would win at a staring contest. Technically, If he wasn’t human, he didn’t need to blink. Not exactly sound logic, but the best Garcia had at the moment.

Here’s to hoping you aren’t shitty at staring contests.

“Do you have a fever?” He sounded so genuine you laughed. Spencer looked torn between touching your forehead for a temperature or keeping germs at bay.

“I’m tip-top health, don’t you worry Doctor” You found his concern sweet. “Now, are we going to duel or are you going to back down? Warning, I don’t think your ego would ever recover”

Spencer pushes himself up off the chair and leans forward so you were eye level. Goddamn did he have the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. If you could capture the colour and surround yourself with it whenever you went forever you would.

Spencer can’t contain a smile “My ego is going to be just fine, don’t you fret Y/N. I have eyes of steel” You snort, “I’ll have you know, I have a streak that has not been broken since middle school. That’s all I have to say.”

You click your knuckles “All I have to say is that I’m happy to be the one to break it.”

“Ready?” Reid narrows his eyes

You nod “Ready. Three, two, one… go.”

His eyes zone completely onto yours. You know it’s just part of the challenge but you can’t help but feel flushed. His gaze is so intense you feel like you’re the only thing that matters in the room to him.

Obviously, that’s not the case, but in this excuse to simply stare at him shamelessly, you let yourself believe, even for a minute, that he looking for more than just a win.

Your eyes begin to burn but you resist the urge to blink. Emily is not the only one who has a competitive streak.

“Hey guys,” You recognise Luke’s voice but you don’t look away “Uh. Hello?” He walks to join you guys at the desk. He raises his hand to wave in front of your face but before he gets the chance Spencer’s arm snaps forward and stops Luke’s hand.

Okay. That was a little hot.

A lot hot.

“Dude what the hell?!” Luke pulls his hand back to his chest, torn between looking confused and impressed.

“Staring contest. Gotta win. Got a reputation to uphold.” Spencer mumbles, his gaze never once leaving yours. If you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, no you don’t.

Luke just nods, “Uh-huh. Why am I not surprised?”

“What do you need Lukey?” You ask, hoping to distract yourself from the burning need to blink.

Spencer’s eyes narrow, “Lukey?”

“It’s a stupid little nickname she won’t drop even though I’ve begged her to stop. It doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts that hear it, y’know?”

You click your tongue, “You love it really,” —

A pot of pens tumbles to the ground, creating a clattering noise loud enough to startle you into blinking.

At first, you felt immense relief, and then a wave of displeasure at actually losing (even though that was the whole point) and then confusion.

You glance at the stationary scatted on the floor, then to a sheepish looking Spencer. “Sorry about that”

Your mouth slowly gapes open, “you cheated!”

“Wha— no I didn’t!” he immediately goes on the defensive. “It was an accident!”

“Accident my arse,” you grumble, “now I know how you won that championship, with dirty tricks and cheap lies. I’ll remember this.”

“I—“ Luke throws a pointed thumb over his shoulder, “should I come back later?”

“No!” You both huff.

“I should get going anyway, Garcia needs me in the cave — her computer room. See you later Lukey” you say, still feeling a little flustered deep down from a certain doctors gaze.

You turn to Spencer and jab him lightly in the chest, “We’ll have a rematch one day. And I’ll win.”

Spencer just stands speechless for a moment before his lip curls into a little smile, “Can’t wait”

You nod and begin to strut away.

You make it a couple of metres before sighing and turn back around, Luke’s and Reid’s conversation slowly drifts off as you approach again.

“Pretend I’m not even here,” You mutter, crouching down and picking up the discarded stationery and putting it back into the pot, it would have bugged you if you left it. Even if it made you lose by default.

You stand back up, place the pot back on the desk before stalking back off, leaving the boys looking amused.

PHASE 3

Garcia ponders, “What else do robots do?”

Tara hums, “.. Can robots do the robot?”

Y/N snickers, “Now we’re asking the right questions”

JJ offers, “They know things impossibly fast?”

Emily groans, “Isn’t that Reid’s whole personality?”

“Doesn’t that just further prove the point that Reid is a robot?” Tara shrugs, fiddling with a pen she found on the lunchroom table. It seems like this operation has garnered weekly meetings.

Garcia pouts, “I guess so but that doesn’t really help.” She’s currently picking apart her croissant, the last case had hit too close to him for her so they were all trying to indulge her in an attempt to distract her.

“That’s with information though, right? He can’t possibly know every equation heart by heart?”

She brightens, “that’s true.”

“So, all we have to do is find an equation that isn’t too possible but isn’t too easy.” Emily strokes her chin in thought, again you would like to add that sometimes even you’re confused about how she’s top boss.

“Eight times eight?” You throw out

They all turn and look at you. You smile awkwardly, “What too easy?”

JJ laughs, patting your hand, “Close but I was thinking more along the lines of one hundred and eighty-four times seven.”

Tara rolls her eyes, she knew Reid was a genius but even that has limits “Come on, no one can figure that out quickly.”

“Spence can” You fully believe he’s a human super computer. Perhaps that’s why thinking he’s a robot isn’t that difficult. A very very cute robot.

Tara scoffs.

Emily clears her throat and shouts over to Spencer who’s at his desk, “Reid! What’s one hundred and eight-four times seven?” She calls out.

“One thousand, two hundred and eighty-eight.” He doesn’t even look up from his file.

Tara purses his lips, “Fair enough”

PHASE 4

You half-absently hum along to the chatter in the background, the plan was fun but it was starting to get a little ridiculous. Currently, the only thing that was on your mind was what swimwear you were going to choose.

You were in Emily’s apartment, true to her, they all had their own glasses of wine scattered about and Sergio was planted right on the window-sill, hissing below at anyone wearing a funky hat.

Tip to yourself; never wear a hat around him. It was scary.

There was a one-piece in your right hand, it was light pastel pink, with little strawberries scattered about. It was cute, and appropriate, but also a little worn. You had gotten it a couple of years ago on your first holiday and you were a fan of it ever since.

But— on the other hand, you had a light two-piece. It was classic black, with straps that wrapped nicely around your waist, that tied into a little bow. It accentuates your figure and frankly, it does make you feel confident but it seems a little much for a pool party at Rossi’s.

It’s just sad you never seem to have another occasion to wear it. It's a reminder that you really need to go out more — and potentially book a holiday while you’re at it.

Again it’s just sad that most of your friends are people you work with. Who also don’t go out much.

As much as you’re humming and harring about what You were going to wear, You knew you were just going to play it safe anyway.

“What do you think Y/N?” JJ asks, lightly placing a hand on your arm to bring you back into the conversation.

You blink, how long had you been zoned out. Emily’s glass was now empty but that didn’t give her a great time scale, “I think..” you winced as you said it “yeah?”

The risk of agreeing to whatever crazy plan they had concocted up was worth it if it meant you didn’t have to hear it all over again. You already thought about Reid far more than what was considered professional and this was not helping.

You just couldn’t get his baby brown eyes out of your head.

Tara raised a brow in disbelief, “Really?”

Meanwhile, Garcia clapped her hands in delight.

“Sure, why not?” The question wasn’t as rhetorical as you wanted. Could someone please answer why they shouldn’t do whatever they wanna do? Then potentially fill her in on the rest of it while they were at it.

Seeing the expression on each of their faces gave you an inkling that maybe you should have listened.

—

Yep. Yeah. You should have 100% listened. You’re never going to forgive them — forgive yourself more likely. You couldn’t do this.

You breathe heavily, “Am I going to throw up? I think I’m going to throw up”

JJ shushes you as she ties your bikini up again, “You’re not going to throw up. You look jaw-dropping and you should own it. In fact.. if I wasn’t a married woman—“ she trails off and winks up at you in the bathroom mirror.

( Or one of them, really how does many bathroom’s does one man need. Though you shouldn’t and don’t expect anything less from the almighty Rossi. )

They managed to get you changed into option two, into the ( impossible one with straps.) black one. Apparently seeing a pretty lady, as they phrased it, in something sexy would cause Spencer to short circuit. It didn’t make sense but the girls never saw sense.

You really wanted to be at home right now — or in the cute pink swimwear you were used to

You laugh and feel your nerves ease a little, “Do I have to do this?” Your knuckles were turning white from how tightly you were gripping the sink.

“I mean of course not,” JJ says rubbing you back, clearly sensing how on edge you were — it didn’t take a genius or a BAU member to figure that out, “You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

You sigh, “But?”

“But, the girls will never let you live it down.”

You know she’d never judge you if you didn’t do it, and neither would the girls really — even if they’d tease a little, but you had to do it. You wanted to do it.

“Okay.” You nod, steeling yourself. You might be being a tad dramatic. Once a drama major, always a drama major.

She pats you on the back, “I’m going you give you some peace and check on the boys, but I brought a backup bikini in my bag that I’m going to leave right here if you need it..”

“Thank you, Jay” You smile at her through the reflection. She pushes up onto her tippy toes and kisses your cheek before winking again and leaving the room.

You turn on the tap and splash some cold water on your face. The water wakes you up a little and you straighten your shoulders. “I can do this” You mutter.

Your eyes wander to JJ’s bag, “or maybe I can’t.”

—

“I can do this” You repeat, the flip-flopping from your shoes on the marble stairs matching the beat of your heart. You make a left — you finally learnt the ways of the house, even though it took months — and brought yourself to the kitchen.

You hum softly as a whiff of food hits you, you immediately spot Rossi cooking away with his infamous pasta, “This smell’s delicious.”

Rossi jumps to attention at your voice and his eyes soften once they reach you, “Buttercup! How nice of you to finally join us,” he motions for you to join him at the cooker.

You awkwardly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and force a little chuckle, “Yeah, sorry about shooting off straight to the bathroom. Just needed a moment.” You do as he says and shuffle over, there’s pasta softening in the pots and a sauce bubbling away. If you knew anything about Rossi it’s that all this would be homemade and his own recipe.

“I’m only teasing darling. You look Bellissima,” He appraises, and all the nerves in you just melt away. There’s always been something about him that made you relax, whether it’s now or when you’re driving yourself nuts trying to piece together a clue.

“Thank you,” you say softly, before nodding to food, “is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, no this is my kingdom. Nothing better than cooking a homemade lunch for my family, especially with some beautiful weather and a bit of Tom Jones playing in the background.” He stirs the pot before pointing the spoon, “Now, stop fussing about in here and join the party outside. Try and get around at the ping pong table before Morgan and Pren break it.”

“You Sir” You laugh, before saluting him off, behind your back he rolls his eyes fondly.

As you step into the garden you forget what you had ever been nervous about. Suddenly Tara appears at your side, “Ready babe?”

Something flutters in your stomach but it’s excitement more than anything. “Always,” You grin, before spotting some very mopped curls and shooting off. Morgan was currently speaking to Spencer who had his back to you.

Morgan spots you first and produces his best wolf whistle yet, he places a hand on his heart and looks like a proud brother. You don’t know if you should find it sweet, or a little icky but you laugh anyway and flip him off.

Intrigued, Reid turns around just as you reach him. Whatever he was going to say died immediately as he took you in. His ears burn red and all you can do is giggle at his expression.

“I— you,” he stutters, suddenly forgetting how his tongue worked, or how his brain works or his mouth or anything, “pretty..” is what ends up tumbling out.

You feel your cheeks start to heat and somehow that was one of the cutest things he’s ever said to you, you look down to collect yourself, before your flick your eyes back up and smile sweetly, “Thank you, Spence.”

He was in yellow shorts with a white button-up, some would question it but you just smile wider, “You don’t look bad yourself”

Spencer only turned redder, “I- thanks. Um, you look more than pretty but uh, forgive me my brains kinda gone on holiday.”

“Christ Kid, this is like watching a bad car crash” Morgan cringes, looking between you two.

You chuckle while Spence shrinks further into himself. “Be nice,” You chastise.

Morgan puts his hand up in surrender. “Anyway I just came over to ask if either of you wanna drink, I’m gonna go fix myself a drink myself, so I thought I’d ask,” You huff.

“Yeah sure,” Morgan smirks, “That’s all you came over for isn’t it-“ You glare at him and put your hands on your hips. “- okay, or not, whatever” he laughs.

“I- drinks sound good.” Spencer finally pipes up.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh — he looked so clueless. God he had no idea how to act around the opposite sex, “Okay.”

“I’ll get us the drinks, one minute I’ll just-“ He moves over to the left, his eyes trying not to stay on one part of you for too long, “I’ll just be over heRE- he trips over his own feet and stumbles into the pool.

You squeal away from the splash and stare wide-eyed at the pool. Everyone has suddenly gone quiet and you slap a hand over your mouth but everyone could hear your relentless giggles.

Emily pumps a fist into the air, “He isn’t a robot! He can go in the water!”

All the girls cheer while you cover your face in embarrassment.

PHASE ???

You carry a fresh fluffy towel over to where Spencer has plopped himself down. He looks like a sad puppy all alone on the day bed. The now soaking button-up is stuck uncomfortably to his skin.

“I brought gifts,” You whooped, lifting the towels in a sign of peace. You had also found the cover-up you had brought along, it was basically a glorified long shirt.

Spencer looks up at you through his eyelash and you can’t help but admire how beautiful he looks, sopping curls or no sopping curls. “Thank you Y/N”

“No problem, I was uh,” You hated how this felt like a schoolyard crush all over again, “I was at fault a little, least’ I could do.”

He offered a small smile, “It wasn’t I was just a little.. distracted. My fault.”

“No,” You paused to run a hand through your hair, the feel of tendrils between your fingers calmed you, “I mean, everything. I’ve been a little weird recently. I’m sorry about that.. it was just.. something dumb with the girls.”

Spencer resists the urge to smile and shakes his head, “truly it’s fine.” — it only makes you feel all that worse, you’ve probably been making a show of yourself and him.

“I can’t believe I thought you were a robot.”

His nose scrunches up, “Wha?— how? why”

You suddenly feel embarrassed, you can’t believe the girls had managed to keep this gag going on for so long, and get away scot-free. Leave it to them to make you do all the dirty work.

“Well, um. Robot’s don’t have the best sense of fashion.” You start tugging on the bottom of your shirt, old habits die hard.

Spencer frown’s a little, “But I thought my vests were-“

“No no! I love your vests! And your ties! They’re cute.” You rush. You weren’t lying, he always looks so soft and comfortable and you’ve always imagined lounging about on the sofa in one of his cardigans snuggled down reading a book. It seemed perfect.

His spirits brighten, “You think they’re cute?”

“Um, yeah I do. I like your purple ties.” You mumble sheepishly. The number of times you wanted to fiddle with them during a case was unbelievable.

“They’re my favourite!”

“No way!” The sight of him smiling in the sun only swelled the longing you already felt. He looked so blissful, and completely himself. Spencer laughed and you followed soon after.

“Also the staring contest was part of it. But, the results were inconclusive because someone cheated,” You point a finger in his direction.

Reid dared to look insulted, “I didn’t cheat! You’re just a sore loser.”

You gasp, “You did not just say that.”

“Says the one who just told me you guys based an entire experiment on me!” His smile slowly slipped as he noticed the expression on your face. Trust him to screw this up.

“Spence.. -“ It started as a fun topic but you didn't want him to think you think that’s all he is; an object to pass the time. He was a real person, not some science experiment. Your feelings for him were also real. As much as you wished they weren't.

Reid wanted to reach out, comfort you. All he wanted to do was smooth the lines between your brows and make you smile at him in the way you only do for him. He wasn't aware of it until Hotch pointed it out one day, and ever since then his life goal was to get you to do it every day for the rest of his life.

“No, no.. Y/N I was only teasing. Don’t feel bad, please. God, I’m such an idiot.” It was all well and good saying how he felt in his head but he could never seem to form comprehensible sentences around you. He ended up always sounding like an idiot.

You chewed on your lip, “It’s not that it’s just..”

The words refused to leave your tongue.

Spencer motioned for you to sit beside him. You settled yourself down and released a breath, “I’m sorry.”

He scanned your face for a moment, it felt like the staring contest all over again but this time you were sat with only inches between you. He says the next words with such resolve it made your heart skip a beat, “I’m not.”

He was finally doing it, he was finally offering you into his mind. It was scary and brilliant.

You gulp, “You’re not?”

“No. I’m not. Whatever was going on — lead to you spending more time with me so I don’t think it’s something to be apologising about.” His eyes are heartfelt. But his tone — it’s soft and almost a whisper. As if he spoke any louder he’d spook you off. Gentle like a promise, something he doesn’t wanna break.

You accidentally brush your shoulder with his, the touch was light as a feather, but within seconds goosebumps had erupted and scattered all over your skin.

You were almost too scared to ask, “why?”

Your throat was dry, but your palms felt sweaty and your cheeks were hot but you felt cold to the touch all over. You couldn't give yourself hope.

Spencer inhales and closes his eyes, just for a moment. He wanted to see you when he finally admitted what had been clawing at his heart.

He opens his eyes to gaze into your own and you've never felt so vulnerable, he was looking at you like he could see every emotion you were feeling on your face. He probably could.

Spencer leans into you, “I like spending time with you." I, I like you.”

Finally, it was out there.

A beaming smile broke out from your lips, “I like you too Spencer. I do,” You nod frantically like you had to prove it, “I have done for a very long time.”

A laugh of disbelief trickled out of him.

There's that smile.. he thought.

You slowly lean forward and pressed your lips to his. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. His hand raised to press against your cheek and bring you impossibly closer.

It probably wasn’t the greatest kiss you had ever given, you couldn’t stop smiling. Your noses kept knocking into each other’s and giggles kept tumbling out. But you felt impossibly happy.

Suddenly shouts exploded around them, clapping, whistles- you name it. You pulled away and felt love in every inch of your heart. You turn to Spencer and smile, `'Definitely not a robot."

═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══

Emily watches them from afar, a proud look set on her face. She was warm inside and out; wine, music, and being surrounded by her loved ones? it was truly the perfect evening. Spencer and Y/N couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Aaron approaches her from behind, instinctively wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her into him. Emily hum's happily and leans her head against his chest.

Aaron smiles into her hair, "Emily Prentiss, I'll never doubt your matchmaking skills again."

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Gruvia Drabble: Stay.

Pairing: Gray Fullbuster x Juvia Lockser

Warnings: None

Word Count: 789

Summary: Juvia finally has enough

The clouds gather, a silver-fade, from the strongest of greys to the soft whites. Normally they commanded the sky, but today, the longer the silence continued, the hazier the gradient in the sky grew and the quicker the trickle of rain falls.

“I’d like you to leave now” Juvia spoke. Her back was facing him but she held her head up. Refusing to give in to something as small but alluring to the way his breath stuttered.

She cleared her throat, she was made entirely from water but she’s never felt as cold as she did now from the chill of his silence. She hugged her long coat closer, wrapping her arms around her, wishing it would offer some resemblance of comfort.

“Juvia would prefer if she didn’t have to repeat herself.”

Comfort would never come. She knew that. Her only cure was the warmth of his arms. Yet, his hands are the same ones that caused the ache in her heart.

The storm rumbled on. Her eyes watered. They were just outside the guildhall. Gray had followed her after she suddenly left without goodbye.

“Gray-Sama.. please. Juvia can’t keep doing this”

Finally Gray spoke “Juvia..”

From all the things he could of said the whisper of her name from his lips; a whisper broken and beaten to its most raw form, was what would haunt her days from now.

She spun, suddenly frustrated with swirling of emotions in the pit of her “Juvia what!?”

“Is that all you can say? Everyday Juvia bears her heart to you. And all you can muster in response is Juvia’s name?” The words were spilling from her mouth, uncontrollable and messy

“This is Juvia’s heartbreak, to know you are the tool of Juvia’s greatest pain, Juvia’s lover. Juvia could be hurt in anyway by another and still bounce back, but you... but you.. can do far worse with just a small few words. You didn’t mean them, Juvia knows that — in a way it makes it worse”

She sighed “Maybe Juvia needs a break. From us, from all of this”

The pain felt like bullets on his skin, tearing him open, hitting every nerve and then repeating it again and again. “Why are.. why are you saying these things? Where did they come from?” Grays voice broke in the way he despises, but if it assures Juvia of his feelings towards her, Gray would suffer a million more for her.

“Why?” Juvia’s tone was bitter. Never once had it been directed at Gray. “Why? Because Juvia is tired. Juvia is so tired and you discard everything as if I do not give you my entire heart and soul”

“It was a joke— a silly off handed comment about you. I never meant... I never meant for this” Gray had told Elfman how strange it was that Juvia had custom made socks with his face on. That was all. He didn’t... he loved... They were at the bar, Elfman had brought up Evergreen and the conversation had only developed to him and Juvia. It was meant to be a joke, but he figured out now that she must have heard her and took it to heart.

Gray was soaked to the bone, but didn’t move for shelter “Juvia. I’m sorry. I cannot express how much I am. You stand there as if your feat is nothing, as if you are not the strongest person I know. You would’ve walked a thousand miles to hold my hand in case I needed you. I do need you. I simple had no idea that I did. So if I’m at loss for words, I’m processing the enormity of what your heart and soul, of lucky I am to have met you” He moved his sopping fringe out of his face, stepping closer to her, reaching out for her half heartedly.

“You’re strange, you’re mental, you’re weird, you’re also amazing, and thoughtful and loyal and accepting and triple tie your shoelace and have too much sugar in your coffee and sew those weird little ghosts but I adore every bit of it. I didn’t mean for what I said to come off as criticism. Please.. Juvia I cannot live in a world where you finally come to you senses and walk away from me”

Juvia’s tears mixed with the raindrops “Juvia.. Juvia didn’t know” she bit her lip, salty and metallic, in an attempt to quiet the sob.

Gray took her hand in a moment of courage, “I’ll do better, I’ll tell you more. Please.. please just stay” He didn’t know if his knuckles were white from the cold or if it was simply because he was holding her so tight, his grip intensified with the fear of her abandoning him.

The storm settled. “Juvia..Juvia will”

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Gajevy Drabble: Goodbye.

Pairing: Gajeel Redfox x Levy McGarden

Warnings: None

Word Count: 789

Summary: Gajeel leaves Levy for her own good.

"Why are you saying all of these things" She spoke, she tried to hide it, but the pain in her tone was inevitable. Every note held aches and pains of the venom he spewed in the form of words.

Gajeel scoffed, it was weak but it still made her shrink all the same “Don’t give me that, you’re the smartest in the room at all times. Don’t tell me now that your brain is suddenly unable to handle the truth.”

Levy folded her arms around herself, almost in an attempt to shield herself from his bitter words. “I thought we were past all this. I thought we had moved on but apparently not.”

Gajeel squared his shoulders “Moved on? How Naive. I only pretended to care so I’d be accepted into FairyTail, Y’know with all that team spirit energy, it was easy to manipulate you”

The second the words left his mouth he wished he could retract them. He wanted to tell her how much her forgiveness had saved his life, how her gentle touch and soft caresses sculpted a future that looked like a distant place of happiness. But this was exactly why he had to say these things. Gajeel had to go and screw everything up and fall in love with her.

He was the poison that Juliet drank that ruined her chance of happiness with Romeo.

Levy like he had just trampled over all her faith in him “I was, I was just a game to you?” It came out as a whisper, not wanting to admit its existence to the world. “Something you manipulated for fun?”

“What else did you think this” he motioned between them “was?” Gajeel had to remind himself he was going this for her. “You were just a bit of fun. But now I’m bored and I don’t want to be around you anymore. Is that so hard to understand you shrimp?”

Her lip began to tremble, but she bit it back, she wasn’t going to let herself cry over him. The nickname had once been comforting, a cute pet name that she’d grown to adore from his lips but now it had been twisted and melded into something she couldn’t recognise. A word that imbedded with misery.

He cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable with the look on her face. Levy always wore her emotions so openly and he could read every inch, the confusion, the frown, the tears building, all of it.

Using her nickname was a cheap move but he had to get his point across. She would understand one day, realise that he did this for her own good. Gajeel would eventually sink and he didn’t want to drag her down with her.

Levy wiped at her nose. How could she have been so blind? To think.. to think that she could have, she did.. does have, had? Feelings for him made her feel incredibly used. He was all sharp corners and cutting edge but she had thought that she was safe, that he wouldn’t hurt her. How wrong she had been.

Her heartfelt like it was being tugged in thousands of directions. She wanted to hit him, she wanted to understand, she wanted to know why, why did play this game so long with her? Did he not have any mercy?

Levy had been an open book, spilling out her all to him every chance she had. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Gajeel closed his eyes and counted to three.

One, this was for her

Two, this was for her

Three, this was for her

“You are nothing to me Levy McGarden. Nothing” The sound of her slap echoed, his cheek stung yet he knew that her absence would hurt more than her touch could ever do

“Gajeel Redfox, I hope you find someone one day, who shows you what it feels like to have a soul, to have a conscious, and I hope you make her very happy. Because apparently, I’m not them”

Hold it together, she repeated to herself, she could keep it together for a few more seconds.

She nodded “Goodbye” The second she turned around she finally let the tears fall. Her expression broke down to the raw state of heartbreak and she hugged herself closer.

“Shrimp!” Gajeels rough voice broke out.

Levy paused, every cell in her body freezing.

“I uh, I hope you find someone too, someone who could make you happy in ways I could never achieve. I hope your life is blessed with happiness”

She didn’t know how long she stood there.

Then she took a step.

Towards him.

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail: How do they sleep? Snorer? Bed kicker? Talker?

Natsu: Loud snorer but only on his back, on his side he is a heavy breather. He surprisingly rarely kicks and doesn’t hog the blankets since he’s already warm enough. If he’s in the hammock he has a flimsy cloth anyway.

Lucy: No snoring, and doesn’t steal the blankets, though she has them up to her chin. But she absolutely kicks after Tartoros, I would say most nights she’s pretty calm when she sleeps, but with a bad or vivid dream, she twitches and fidgets. If Natsu is in bed, he usually just holds her.

Gray: Snorer after the most exhausting jobs, despite being an ice wizard be 100% steals the blankets, wrapping himself up in them. He sleeps naked because he likes how it feels. Occasional kick.

Juvia: Not a snorer or a blanket stealer but is a total cuddler, so if she’s next to someone she definitely curls up and cuddles to whoever the closest human is. If she’s alone she kicks once or twice but if another presence is near her she’s weirdly calm.

Jellal: Doesn’t snore and hates taking the blanket, growing up without all of that, he feels selfish if he steals it. But will mutter to himself and writhe during bad dreams. Super light sleeper out of habit; from the tower of heaven and constantly being on the run.

Erza: She’s a peaceful sleeper.. until she has a bad dream. She moves and wiggles and kicks and mutters loudly to herself, tossing and turning. She pulls the blankets closer as a shield to the dreams. it doesn’t work. Normally wakes up in a sweat

Gajeel: Snores and is a total blanket hog, will take them all of you let him, it’s that fight or survive instinct, doesn’t kick, he’s pretty settled once he’s out. Good luck waking him up

Levy: The definition of sleeping like a baby, doesn’t snore, doesn’t steal, an occasional mutter but apart from that, nothing. Once she’s out she’s out like a light

Laxus: He’ll never admit it but a total cuddler, he’s touch deprived so he’ll seek out contact where he can, usually going to the closest body heat. He doesn’t snore but likes to keep the blankets close by.

Mira: A sleepwalker once in a a blue moon, you’ll sometimes find her in the guild doing her routine— fully asleep. When she’s not sleepwalking she’s hogging the blanket, sibling life.

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail Love Languages!

Natsu Dragneel: Physical Touch

Lucy Heartfilia: Receiving Gifts

Gray Fullbuster: Quality Time

Juvia Lockser: Acts of Service

Erza Scarlet: Words of Affirmation

Jellal Fernandes: Acts of Service

Gajeel Redfox: Quality Time

Levy McGarden: Acts of Service

Laxus Dreyar: Quality Time

Mira Strauss: Words of Affirmation

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail Characters Babysitting!

Natsu Dragneel

Natsu would 100% be the fun uncle whenever someone needed a babysitter, more times then not the kid begs for atsu

The parents are always a little hesitant, because c’mon it’s Natsu, they would end up in some sort of trouble wouldn’t they? This is the guy who breaks mountains for fun and fights friends and foes for entertainment

But they always relent because as much of a troublemaker Natsu is, they know he would protect their child with the fierceness of a dragon

Ironic, right?

Natsu would love to play dress up with the kid

He would end up in some stuffy costume of a dragon and breathe fire and pretend to wreck the guild while the the kid, the Fierce Knight of Magnolia had to stop him

He rolls about on the floor and ends up out of breath quicker than any magic training ever does to him

He tickles them till they can’t breathe and pretends to dramatically collapse when they stab him with the wooden sword he bought them

Natsu ends up in a pretty pink dress and he thinks he looks amazing

“Look Luce! It matches my hair!”

His hair that had butterfly colourful clips attached

Whenever they play games, like tag, he’s not always the best at letting them win

“Just because their tiny doesn’t mean they automatically win! Come on!”

However, in the end...

He always let then win

He pretends to be grumpy about it but then the kid offers him some food and they’re back to being besties

He just wants the kid to have fun, that’s his main priority (apart from safety as well)

It’s not like he doesn’t care about the rules, he just thinks that bedtime can be a little later if they’re in the middle of having loads of fun

And Vegetables? On their own??? He didn’t want to eat them as an adult, why would they want to eat them as a kid

Dinner at FairyTail? 100%

“Wait till you try the barbecue chicken!!!!”

The parents almost have a heart attack when they come back to the child being thrown miles into the air

Only to be caught by Natsu at the bottom

They’re both laughing and the kid shouts “again!”

And the parents breathe a sigh of relief, this is a normal thing

WAIT THIS IS A NORMAL THING?!?!

“Nap time!”

“Yay!”

“... I wasn’t talking about you Natsu”

They share nap time anyway

Lucy Heartfilia

Lucy was the smart practical choice

She was the safest option out of all of them, right? What could go wrong?

Lucy always agree with a smile and a nod, happy to help— plus she loves spending time with kids!

Until she realises she has no idea how to look after a baby/child. No offence but everything was always done for her by maids when she was younger

“Diapers? Uh... origami more like”

Despite this she’s amazing at it, she tries her best and it always ends up going well

Her cooking could use a little work but she’s pretty good after having to make Natsu breakfast when he sleeps over, or her team dinner when they (WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!) plan to crash at her flat for the night

At first Lucy ends up being pretty strict — well not strict exactly, but she abides by the rules exactly not wanting to mess up or accidentally put the kid in any trouble or harm

“Yes you will eat your dinner, otherwise no dessert for you. Don’t think you can guilt me with those puppy eyes mr/miss!”

But once Natsu tells her to relax a little

Relax a little eh? let the little kid have a little fun, you can’t control everything, Y’know?

She starts to let loose a little, it wasn’t because Natsu asked but because she didn’t want the child to feel trapped with her

Controlled and watched and dismissed

She wanted to make the child feel like they can act like a child, because when she was a kid that wasn’t an option

She reads the kids stories

After realising Jane Austen wouldn’t really be their style, she stocks up on children’s books — her favourite were the interactive ones with flaps and puppets

Damn right did she do the funny voices, every character had a specific altered voice

She also made up stories, though more times than not she told her own stories about her and the team, about her trip to a cursed island, or how she defeated a dragon or took down a whole army of monsters—

Okay...so she exaggerated the stories somewhat, they had to entertaining right?

She forced Happy into doing voices with her more times than not

The kids almost always love her magic, she might not be the most powerful out of everyone of the guild but everyone could admit her magic was stunning, and that her spirits were a crazy bunch

Taurus gives them piggy back rides

Cancer joins in during sleepovers and dressing up sessions

Plue is just adorable and cuddly

“Another brat? Why did you call me for that! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNT THAT I AM NOT A BABYSITTER YOU USLESS CHILD”

She never called Aquarius for bath time again

Gray Fullbuster

Gray was the last resort before the last resort

It wasn’t that he was reckless or dangerous or bad, it just that he seemed like he wouldn’t have any interest, or any idea on what to do

Or how to entertain a child who always needs entertaining

The first time he babysits, he and the kid ended up in staring contest, silent as they look at each other

Gray was unsure and the kid was confused

He stood there awkward and stiff, with his hands in his pockets for five minutes before he cleared his throat

“So kid, what do you like to do for fun?”

The kid stayed silent. Gray hated every second of it

Natsu made fun of him for it, they ended up in a fight

The kid ended up loving his and Natsu’s bickering, clapping their hands while they fought and tussled

It clicked with him and decided to duel everyone in Fairytail

Was it the smartest idea? No

Would the kid stop crying? Yes

That decided it for him. Battle of fairytail 2.0, what could go wrong?

The kid giggled when he beat Macao and Wakaba

It snorted when Juvia refused to fight her love, clinging onto his feet begging to show her passion for him in another way

They died with laughter when Gray was immediately knocked out by Erza

By the end of the day Gray was exhausted and sore and was that a broken rib? But the kid thought he was the coolest! and he supposed it was worth it all

After that, he became more comfortable with the whole babysitting a tiny child thing

He uses many nicknames

“Hey Bud”

“What’s up Kid”

“Come on Champ!”

He never had a younger sibling, there was Leon, and Ur but he couldn’t say they were the perfect examples so he was kinda winging it as he went along

He allows the kid to train with him, offering tips and tricks when he can

The kid always insists they can keep up and Gray can’t help but grin because he can see himself in them

After he figured out that every time the child got bored he couldn’t just start a fight, he resorted to something else

Board Games, which he is becoming to become a pro at if he doesn’t say so himself

His personal favourite is poker, (usually strip), but that isn’t child friendly

So his next best thing is uno

We don’t mention the fights that’s started over someone getting a +4 card

Gray wants to cry every time when it’s time for their parents to come back

“Gray darling.. are they yours?”

“Yeah, this is my adopted kid now. Meet Juvia, kid!”

“They kinda look like you Gray-Sama”

If anyone sees him crying, no you don’t.

One time when the child is sad, Juvia and him band together to make it snow and they end up in a snowball fight

The guild has to force Natsu away in case he burned it all away and he sulks in the corner, his arms folded, with a snickering Lucy

The kid strikes him in the face with a snowball and he decks them into the snow

Erza sends him a deadly glare and he looks down sheepishly

“You’re the coolest of the cool, remember that. I’m an ice wizard, so I know cool, alright?”

“Be safe little guy” he says through the tears as he lets them go back to their parents

He does this every time

No matter how many times he babysits

The mum mutters as she leaves “he does know they’re going to be at the guild tomorrow, right?”

Erza Scarlet

While Erza can be seen as strict, she was often one of the first choices when asking someone to babysit

The guarantee that nothing would happen to their child with the ‘Mighty Titania’ was always comforting

Before they could even finish asking her she’d cut them off with a- “REQUIP” changing into her special babysitting armour

It contains baby bottles in holsters, a baby seat holder on her front, and a lollipop for the ready in each of her pockets. Not the mention the diaper fanny pack around her waist

“I’ve come prepared for every situation possible. You don’t have to worry”

Erza would put on a one woman show for the child, drawing a more masculine style on one side of her face, that had a moustache and bushy eyebrows

Then a more feminine look on the other with bold red lips and long lashes

They were accompanied with costumes she’d requip between — one of her favourite props was a cane

The kids loved it, her acting was a little experimental but her conviction to it sold the show

At first it was a joke around the guild, but each performance she’d draw a bigger crowd in

By the end of it the whole guild is huddled around her, sitting on the floor, chairs, the bar eager to see how the story would continue

Stage fright meant nothing when it came to entertaining a child

“That sword looks so real!”

“That’s because it is real, look out!”

Erza would invest in smaller armour so they would feel included and would be able to match with her

Erza would take them on small jobs with little to no threat level because “Any FairyTail wizard is strong enough to accept quests!”

Their parents might disagree

She would also take the time to tutor them if they’re struggling in a certain subject

If she could teach Natsu, she could teach anyone

Maths? Easy. Science? Things go boom. History? Prepare yourself for a lecture on the history of magic and the wonderful Mavis

Every time the kid did good, or learnt something new, she would treat them both to slice of whatever they wanted from the bakery

Of course Erza always got a slice of Strawberry Cake for herself

(And then twenty other cakes to put in her fridge, but no one mentions that)

and the kid tries a mix of things before it decides to stick to Strawberry cake “So I can be like Auntie Scarlet!”

One time they accidentally knock Erza's slice over

She cries and has to take a moment outside the guild to compose herself

She comes back to a cupcake with a strawberry on top

And she could never stay frustrated with them

When it’s time for pickup she nods at them

“It’s been an honour small one, I hope you remember our training. I won’t go easy on you next time”

“Thanks for having them Erza, I hope they weren’t a bother- Wait training? With you? Our child? WHAT?? ARE YOU CRAZY?? YOULL KILL THEM??”

Wendy Marvell

She was younger than the rest when she was abandoned by the dragons so she had learnt how to look after herself pretty quick

Even with Mistogan, there was girl things y’know

So when she was asked to babysit she had a pretty good at idea on what to do, and plus she’d have Carle if she was unsure on what to do

That doesn’t stop her being extremely nervous and second guessing every action

“Can baby food go out of date???”

Although, younger or older, the kids usually love Wendy anyway

She follows their rules to a T but in a way that the kids don’t have a problem with it either

The house is baby proofed but that’s done more for Wendy than the actual baby

She would be incredibly clumsy with the extra nerves and would trip over her feet all the time

The kid found it hilarious, giggling every time she fell or walked into a wall

Yet when the kid trips during a game of tag Wendy immediately rushes to their side to heal them, even if it’s a little scrape on the knee

Even if it’s all healed up she puts a little plaster on it and kisses it better

They end up drawing and painting together

There’s a collection of pencils, paints, chalks, coloured pens and more spread across the guild bench while they ‘work their magic!'

“Hey for a four year old, that’s not terrible, there’s always growth for improvement! Is.. it uh, a cat?”

“Maybe get it in the lines, next time buddy?

“Wendy don’t cry!! I didn’t know that was your drawing!”

“It’s a dinosaur! Not a cat!” 😭😭😭

Wendy’s mature but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy the classics,

she’s the first one to grab the blankets and watch Disney movies with them

Singing along not so terribly to the songs

She loves Tangled, it’s her favourite

Rapunzel actually reminds her of Lucy a little bit, with the golden hair and all

The parents come home to Wendy and their kid on the couch with a bowl of cereal

Cereal despite it being late at night

She rushes to explain “T-they’ve had their dinner but, but you always need cereal when watching cartoons!”

They try and pay her for her time but she insists that they keep it

“Please no it’s fine, I promise! I had fun, made me feel like.. feel like I had a little sibling for an afternoon”

“Thank you!”

“Anytime!”

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail: How they would react to meeting your parents!

Natsu Dragneel

he shows up to your house actually wearing a shirt for once and that’s an amazing first step

but when he gets excited he accidentally sets things on fire

you repeatedly tell him he cannot burn your childhood house down

“jeeeez, have a little faith In me”

you do not, in fact, have faith in him

you appreciate the thought, yet you keep an eye on him anyway

though maybe that’s less to do with potential arson and more to do with the way his smile is just so dazzling-

your parents are a little taken aback by how much energy he has but they think you two balance each other out

they find it sweet how he’ll randomly start peppering your face with kisses in the middle of a conversation

or how he always has to be touching you one way or another

it’s clear it’s not in a possessive way

It’s a— ‘your touch is so grounding and this is how I show my love and I always want to be near you’ type of way way

they had heard about ‘the salamander’ before and they were a bit.. concerned for you health

it could be dangerous to date such an avid wild guild member

they aren’t against you dating at all, just a little worried

but they can see now that he would do anything for you

your parents choke on their food when he mentions his father

"A DRAGON?”

“ahem, I’m sorry.. you were saying”

he repeatedly compliments the food

like a lot — luckily, it earns some brownie points

before he goes they give him the left overs in a container

it’s the second widest he’s smiled all night

the first was when he saw you that night, you looked stunning and he was reminded just how lucky he was

though your parents are a little confused when he leaves through the window

they have a very good feeling about you and natsu

Lucy Heartfilia

“lucy heartfilia? as in the heartfilias? as in the super duper rich heartfilia family?”

“not that it matters but yes”

you warn them not to bring it up, “she’s not defined by her money”

but they know that because you brag about her so much

like, all the time

“did you know that lucy summoned three spirits today!”

lucy’s incredibly nervous to meet your parents, she spends all day fretting about what to wear

she gets her spirits to help her out and ignores aquarius’s comments

when she comes over, they see you weren’t exaggerating when you called her beautiful

she introduces herself to your parents first and they take a liking to how sweet she is

when she sees you she takes a moment to compose herself

before she squeals and wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek

it’s not her fault you look so beautiful

your parents think it’s a cute sight

you always wanted a disney princess love and this just seemed perfect to them

they notice how you intertwine you hands with hers whenever you can

your parents ask about the guild

they’re super impressed by what they hear

“.. the zodiac? that’s incredible”

“yeah they really are! I’m so glad to have them be part of my family”

they can see how selfless she is by the way she talks about her spirits, but when she talks about you they can tell that she would sacrifice the world if that’s what it meant keeping you happy

lucy excuses herself to go to the bathroom and you pretend that you don’t know she’s calling loke to give her a pep talk to keep her going through the dinner, because she can’t help but still feel the jitters in her stomach

she really hopes your parents like her — which is a massive understatement, they adore her

lucy recalls all her dinner etiquette from her childhood

when she has to go she kisses you gently and thanks your parents relentlessly before leaving

you turn anxiously to hear if they liked her

“marry that girl” you’re planning on it

Gray Fullbuster

you almost drool when he knocks on the door, he looks so sleek in a suit and his hair perfectly messy

ok so maybe did drool a little

gray’s normal composed behaviour is all screwed up because he’s so out of his element and is desperate to impress your parents

he stutters through introductions (which he’ll later curse himself later for)

you laugh and wrap your hands around his neck, placing a quick kiss on his lips “where’s my little charmer”

he rolls his eyes but instantly relaxes

they can’t help but be won over by it all

especially when he looks at you so fondly

“you weren’t lying, he really is handsome”

you pull him closer by his belt loop, at this rate, your parents would steal your boyfriend

thank god he’s still wearing his clothes, you don’t know who would love it more

gray offers to help with serving up but is secretly relieved when they insist he doesn’t need to - because in this state, he would definitely screw something up

you lay your head on his shoulder while small talk happens

sometimes they have to remind you guys that you’re still at dinner when you get caught up in whispers together, stuck in your own little world

they think it’s so endearing to see you look so in love

they bring up his own parents and the mood shifts

he tries not to react but he still wishes he had felt the warmth of a parents love just that little longer — he had ur of course, but it’s not the same

they notice the atmosphere and swiftly move on

their home is now his home

gray seems a bit broken at times

but he lights up when he’s with you

he knows what he wants and they admire that

he isn’t one for emotions or talking about them, but his face shows how much he cherishes you

so at the end of the day neither of them doubt you two are perfect for each other

and they can’t wait to see him again

but then they realise he’s staying the night

so I guess they can wait

Juvia Lockser

you briefly mentioned beforehand that she spoke in third person and your parents promised to not mention it

juvia was anxious that they would see it as weird at first

but you had assured her that they would love everything about her, that there was no doubt about that

you held her as she cried into your shoulder

you opened the door with a grin before she even had the chance to knock

your parents quickly shuffled over and welcomed her with warm hugs

juvia was taken by surprise but giggled

“juvia this my parents, and parents, this is the love of my life”

her face when bright red but she kisses your forehead

your love was so intense that they could sense it before they even sat down for dinner

“so juvia, is your hair naturally blue?”

your parents can tell she’s kind hearted

you stroke her hair as she talks

she thanks your parents repeatedly for having her

juvia stumbles over her words a few times but is engaging in interesting conversations

the two of you remind them of when they were in young and in love

you were equally as devoted to each other and it was obvious in every interaction together

the way her eyes never left yours whenever you spoke

or the way you stared at her like she was your entire world

they ask how you guys met

“fate”

“-and with me being horrendously lost”

it’s late but the sun is still beaming

“look the sun's still out, isn’t that nice?”

“I dunno, I prefer the rain”

juvia’s very emotional but they love that she wears her heart on her sleeve

when juvia leaves they only have one thing to say “when are you bringing her over again??”

Erza Scarlet

when erza shows up she makes sure every hair is in place, her shirt is ironed and crisp and her teeth are white and dazzling

she has a bouquet of flowers when they open the door

“for you”

“you’re too sweet”

your parents thought she lived up to the name 'titania: queen of fairies'

erza goes for handshakes but gets pulled into hugs by your parents

she hugs back awkwardly and they assume she’s not that big of a hug person, no judgement

but then you hug her and she melts into your touch, holding you tightly while tucking her head into the curve of your shoulder

she's not a hug person, she’s a y/n person

when they sit down for dinner she volunteers to help but they shush her, “you're a member of this family now, don’t fret about it!”

erza wasn’t a massive crier (excluding during movie dates with you) but the warmth of those words made her eyes well up with tears

you caress her cheek with a soft smile

they could see the tenderness between you with your subtle touches

you thought you were slick but they could see her playing with your fingers beneath the table

erza has fought monsters but facing your parents is still the scariest thing she’s ever done

she insists to do the dishes “you've cooked a delicious meal, what sort of guest would I be if I let you clean up after me? please, let me, I insist”

your parents are already swooning

“if you don’t marry her, we will”

erza invites them over to her house next time

and when it’s time to go she knows better and initiates the hugs, they laugh

“It was astonishing to think someone as beautiful inside and out existed as y/n but now I can clearly see where she got it all from”

your parents almost cry

“come over any time! honestly! day, night, morning, breakfast!”

erza kisses you on the lips and promises to text you after she gets back home

to sum it all up, they’re already planning your wedding

Jellal Fernandes

your parents had heard about all the rumours surrounding him

they've heard that he infiltrated the council and was considered a criminal. that he tried to resurrect the legendary black wizard zeref. that he was behind countless attacks against fiore

you quickly assured them that it was all a big misunderstanding but they were still understandably weary

you asked for one dinner to prove that he was an amazing guy and they finally relented after you bugged them for hours

jellal was extremely nervous to meet them, his biggest fear was losing you

your parents didn’t immediately slam the door in his face so it was a great sign

when you introduce him to your parents he was nothing but respectful

a little stiff

but he smiles kindly

he has a tight hold on your hand the entire night, you rub your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him and your parents actually find it sweet

he looks at you with nothing but worship and his love is so clear on his face that your parents couldn’t doubt his feelings for you

you’re in sync

you pass him the salt while he passed you the pepper wordlessly

later you parents would mock you over it

“so domestic already”

he mostly listens but chips in with comments here and there, which usually ends with the table in a fit of giggles

you reach out to push his fringe out of his face on instinct when you notice it’s in his way

he leans into your touch subconsciously

your parents look at each other in that knowing way parents do

he speaks so calmly despite being nerve wracked and never forgets his manners

the topic of him being well, y’know a criminal comes up and he tenses but indulges their questions and explains everything they want to know as best as he can

you whisper in his ear sweet nothings when you notice that he’s beginning to go back to that dark place

your parents notice and inform him that they understand and he doesn’t have to explain himself anymore before excusing themselves to allow you two a moment alone

he makes sure to thank them repeatedly for hosting him and mentions how much their child has helped him become a better person

a gentlemen is how your parents would describe him hours after he leaves

they’re weirdly charmed by the end of the night

“I don’t know how it happened, but he makes you smile so bright that I’m glad it did”

you sneak out that night and hug him so tightly, incredibly proud of him for coming

Sting Eucliffe

you lie about the meeting time because he always turns up late

it’s meant to start at five but you told him half four

surprisingly he arrives at the house exactly on time

you have to awkwardly explain that you lied about the time and his jaw drops

“I STRANDED M'LADY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT DURING A JOB SO I COULD GET HERE ON TIME!!!”

“.... sorry?”

“OH MY GOD IM GOING TO DIE A PAINFUL DEATH FOR NOTHING”

you shut him up with a kiss and he has to hide his blush

you finally bring him inside and Sting is practically buzzing with anxiety

or with determination

or the six energy drinks he downed before he got here

“ mrs y/l/n, you look beautiful, I can see where y/n got her looks from”

your parents wave him off with a laugh but sends you a thumbs up when he’s not looking

sting tries to remember to speak slowly and be the perfect guest but he can’t help but live in his childhood wonder and excitement whenever they bring up childhood stories

“dO NOT TELL HIM THAT STORY”

“no, carry on please!”

by the end of the night sting has so much blackmail on you

they appreciate how open and laid back he is

they notice how wide his smiles go whenever you talk

and the fierceness in which he feels his love for you is very easy to see

when it’s time to say goodbye he goes straight for hugs, never one to pay attention to normal social cues

he squeezes you extra tight and kisses you on the cheek

any more than that and he’s afraid he’ll get hit by a broom

your parents like him a lot

and they’ll trust you’ll keep each other safe

because you sure as hell keep each other happy

and that is simply everything to them

Rouge Cheney

you have to give him a pep talk for ten minutes before he finally stops shaking and comes inside

you never let go of his hand while introductions are being made

your parents chuckle but hug the both of you together instead

still, rouge offers to help with dinner and setting the table

it’s already done but they thank him and find it very sweet of him

“thank you for having me, I appreciate it. you have a lovely home”

when he goes to freshen up in the bathroom your dad whispers to you “... is he a goth?”

“DAD!”

as the night goes on his voice starts to get louder and more sure of himself

you lean in to hear every word he has to say, finding anything that comes out of his mouth mesmerising

just the way he speaks makes your stomach erupt in butterflies

he turns into a tomato when you kiss his cheek, in the sheets it’s a different story

you notice his leg bouncing nervously and you put you hand on his knee to calm him

he puts his hand on top of yours

with you there, there’s nothing he couldn’t do — even social interaction

but these were the people who raised to the most important person in his life so he was more than happy to entertain for a day

“cat or dog person?”

rouge takes any opportunity to talk about frosch

you think this is the most he talked that night

the shy act finally gives up when your parents ask if you want to see baby pictures

he winks at you and ignores all your complaints

you’re so going to get him back for that

“you’re practically ying & yang”

they’re already planning next time

but they make Rouge promise to bring frosch over

the thought of next time makes you grin

and then you make eye contact with rouge and all feels right in the world

Laxus Dreyar

laxus would overcompensate, he would turn up with chocolate, a bouquet of flowers and the most expensive whiskey he could find

he fussed over his hair for thirty minutes before he arrived at your parents house

only to have you mess it up within seconds after you open the door with a simple ruffle of his hair

he tried to be frustrated by it, he really did, but the way you eyes lit up at the sight of him and your smile shines he forgets all about it

you invite him in with a bow and he rolls his eyes, but thanks you all the same

your parents are waiting there and offers his gifts “these are for you, mr/mrs y/l/n”

they fuss and place them to the side “you really shouldn’t have!”

he gives his best smile and holds out his hand “I’m honoured to be hosted by you tonight, thank you for having me”

respect, respect, respect repeats in his head all evening

they admire the way he stands with such confidence, certain in himself (he wouldn’t say the same for himself right now) strong and assured; drawing the attention of many with such a captivating aura

yet it was clear the way his gaze softened when it landed on you or. the way he subconsciously leans in closer to you that he only had eyes for you

your parents take his hand and jump slightly at the electric shock, they laugh it off thinking it a coincidence

meanwhile laxus is internally having a breakdown, thinking he’s ruined all his chances and screwed everything up

two seconds in and he’s already electrocuted the parents of the person he loved

he rubs his sweaty plans on his pants, which was so unlike him, before following your parents gesture in to sit down — they cut him off before he could offer a hand

laxus plays the role of a perfect gentleman, saying all the right things and never forgetting his manners

“this food is seriously deliciously, did you make these potatoes? they’re incredible” he’s trying his best okay

they were charmed by his effort and could see how much you meant to him

you were playing with the napes of his hair, you didn’t even realise you were doing it

but he was also playing with you bracelet on your wrist subconsciously so it was fine

he helped clear the dishes and came back with a white face and you could only assume he got threatened to keep you safe

dragon slayer, but his weakness is your parents

how ironic

though by the nod of approval you got from your parents (not even before the night was over) was a massive relief. you never doubted him, but it was nice to see

when it was time for him to go home he kissed you on the cheek and whispered in you ear how much he loved you

then he willingly hugged them goodbye and with a thanks and a wave he was gone — he probably couldn’t wait to leave all this stressful environment, you almost laughed because of it

“you’ve bagged yourself a real good man there, keep him”

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail headcanons part 3

They are all the type of people who when one is in the shower the other one is getting ready or using the toilet

Lucy is no longer surprised when someone breaks in while she’s in the shower and brushes their teeth “screw privacy right?”

Levy loves the way hardback books look on her shelves, but prefers paperbacks when she’s reading because they’re lighter and more comfortable to hold

Though she always get the limited edition hardbacks when available because it’s “for the aesthetic alright??”

Bisca suggested monopoly once for one of their games night. it did not go well. Makarov has since banned monopoly

There is a plaque on the wall to enforce it

Ezra refuses to talk about that day because it still infuriates her and brings up memories she’d like to forget

Meanwhile Gray, terribly, tries to organise illegal games of it because he’s weirdly lucky at it.

Juvia turns up to each one but they get busted every time

Other banned stuff: fidget spinners, vodka, the theme song from icarly, cardboard cut outs, laser pens

Lucy needs glasses to read but she refuses to wear them and ends up giving herself a headache

Her team notices and Erza always carries some painkillers when her migraines get bad because she’s just too stubborn to wear them

It stems from her need to look perfect from her childhood, being nit picked for everything

Gray secretly buys a fridge magnet from every town they ever visit on a job

His fridge is full to the brim with them at this point but he still finds space and he still keeps buying them

Lisanna tries to organise regular quiz nights, it goes well until different Guild members want to help write the quiz questions

She ignores every question Natsu tries to add

Juvia does Gajeels eyebrows for him

She ignores the tears for his sake

Mira has invited each member of the Guild over for a personal cooking lesson. Normally it’s when she knows they need to talk, they’ll end up telling her everything by the end of the night

“Who needs therapy when I have cooking class with Mira?”

Bickslow genuinely considers poptarts to be a meal and that stresses Freed out so much

Chocolate is his favourite

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail Headcanons part 2

Lucy plays Animal Crossing. She makes a lot of fandom inspired outfits. She also managed to get everyone in the guild pumped for New Horizons even though most of them had no idea what it was and why they were so excited about it.

Erza learns about it and becomes addicted to it for two weeks straight, only sleeping three hours in total

The group accidentally stumble into a gay bar once, Natsu doesn’t realise that all these men are flirting with him and thinks they’re just giving him their phone numbers because they want to be friends

Natsu and Gray end up getting into a completion on who’s going to get hit on most

Laxus is the reigning limbo champion. Cana is close second

Every month he secures his place on top

It’s completely normal for the team to take turns just hanging out in Macarovs office. He’s just trying to do his paperwork while Romeo and Wendy are playing on Nintendo switches or Natsu is calling Macarov into the argument because “Gray isn’t being fair!”

He pretends to hate it but the sound of an empty office makes him lonely

He misses the time when young Laxus would run about talking to him about the guild and whatever nonsense filled his head that day

Mira always notices when they get too stressed out at the guild.

She brings them tea, snacks, and a hug. Her favourite part is when they see her coming and she can see the soft, relieved smiles on their faces right before she wraps them up in a good hug

After Lucy lost Aquarius and Natsu left, the only thing that kept her together was a warm, comforting hug from Mira

Gray doesn’t like to admit it but loves them, his muscles relax and he turns to dough

Erza gives the best presents. It has nothing to do with money and everything to do with her noticing the little details. She knows them. They’re her baby. Her pride and joy (even if they drive her up the wall)

She also has an insane memory, you mention that you those very specific earrings in that colour that came out three seasons ago? Boom. Birthday present. Lost your book stop and only like the ones made out of string with the little ruffles? Boom, Christmas gift.

When they go to formal events Natsu has to ask Lucy to tie his tie (he learned how about the second time Lucy showed him but he just likes it better when she does it)

Gray doesn’t sleep enough so he is prone to napping in weird places. He’s gaurded, even in sleep, so it’s a refined art covering him up with a blanket. But sometimes he’s so exhausted he doesn’t move for hours and they have to go check on him. He just doesn’t sleep well

Totally unrelated but whenever Gray sleeps in the guild, Natsu and the rest of the guild seem to shut up

Evergreen kills the spiders at the Guild. She’s surrounded by big scary men and she has to kill the eight-legged insect on Gajeels table when Elfman screams and leaves the dragon slayer shouting after he climbs onto his chair begging for someone to come kill it

Whenever Asuka does something bad the Guild hears about it the next day but only because it’s 100% one of their faults-- “Bickslow, why is my daughter refusing to match her socks?”

“Because being different is good”

“yes but SOCKS ARE DIFFERENT”

[myobsessionofthemonth]

FairyTail Headcanon's

The FairyTail girls have an monthly sleepover and they always invite Freed

Once day Natsu accidentally walks into one while it's being hosted at Lucy’s and he walks into a summoning

Instead of reminding them that demons actually exist, he volunteers to become a sacrifice

One of Natsu’s favourite movies is Kung Fu Panda — He watched it with Lucy and Wendy

Erza’s guild mark is blue to symbolise that her past will always be apart of her no matter what. Blue for Jellals hair

Cana has started four (4) separate kitchen fires while attempting to make toast. Only one of them was in her own kitchen

Gajeel once had a mullet

Juvia brings this up once and all hell breaks loose

Gajeel in return tells everyone Juvia learnt how to Square Dance

Secrets in retaliation start flying around, friendships are nearly ruined

Gray is physically compelled to touch the top of every doorway he enters

Laxus literally cannot crack an egg without the whole thing shattering

Despite this, he loves to cook and has his own area in the Guild where Makarov allows him to cook sometimes. Mira offers some tips and tricks she’s picked up on through the years

A lot of the Celestial Spirits are gender fluid. There are lots of they/them's

Loke is insecure about his ears because Karen used to ridicule them

He feels better about it when Happy points at his own ears and say that they look like siblings.

Lucy cannot go to the zoo, it makes her too upset. Whenever someone invites her she declines

Wendy is at her max power when a tornado is near

[myobsessionofthemonth]

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling