#but i thought these turned out rly cute and wanted to share

[soft--dogs]

for christmas presents this year i put together little coloring books of our three dogs to give to the family, thought i'd share em here too in case anyone wanted to do some holiday coloring :3 there's only 5 pages, i was going to do more but unfortunately didn't have much time this year. here's a link to a google drive folder, there are PSDs if you want to digitally color, and a PDF if you want to print them! also some photos of my dogs if you want to color them accurately, or feel free to go wild and make them sparkledogs x3

[wileys-russo]

I keep noticing Leah wearing this rly full cross body bag to all the games so far and I’ve just thought how does a girl need so much stuff with her to watch the game?! Maybe a fic where Leah’s gf questions her about the cross body bag, she gets all shy and it turns out she’s carrying something of her gfs (lucky item, fav t shirt etc) to bring luck for the game. Kinda cute x

this is adorable lucky charms II l.williamson

"babe you'll miss the bus if we don't leave now!" your girlfriend called up the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently. "i can't find my lucky socks!" you called back with a groan, practically destroying your shared bedroom as you hunted around for them with no luck.

"just grab another pair love, this happened last week too!" leah sighed, fiddling with her bag as she again checked the time on her watch. "shift it, we're leaving!" leah decided, knowing if she waited around any longer your anxiety would only worsen.

"yeah and look how last week went." you huffed in annoyance, kit bag slung over your shoulder as you thundered downstairs with a frown. "hey, stop." leah grabbed your hands, pressing your body gently against the wall as she looked into your eyes.

"you've never been a superstitious person before, where's all this come from then?" the blonde asked, concerned at these new behaviours which had arisen within you since the commencement of the new season.

"it's nothing, i'm fine lee. lets just go!" you forced a smile, squeezing her shoulders and moving past her, leah grabbing her car keys and following after you, deciding to table the conversation for later not wanting to rattle you any further.

"i really don't see why you're driving me to colney, then back here, then to the emirates. i could have gotten one of the girls to pick me up or driven myself." you shook your head as your girlfriend pulled out of the driveway.

"because i've missed driving you round, do you know how nice it is to not be stuck with you as a personal chauffeur?" leah teased with a smirk as you smacked her leg, hand resting on her thigh as she drove. "watch it williamson." you warned playfully, though it brought leah comfort to see a smile finally settle back on your face.

~

it was a smile that returned and doubled by the time the final whistle blew to end injury time, you and your girls fighting and scraping for a well deserved three points.

letting out a passionate yell you all but barreled into stina who was the closest person to you, the swede picking you up and swinging you round as a few of your team mates pressed in, all of you hugging and cheering.

"meadoooo!" you hollered, almost tackling the blonde who laughed, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged you tightly and you mumbled over and over how proud of her you were before she was pulled away to continue the celebrations.

"lessi!" you screamed at your long time friend who was looking around in shock, giant smile plastered on your face as you sprinted at her, jumping into her waiting arms and kissing her forehead, rambling on about how well she played.

"the first goal of many." you promised as she put you back down on your feet.

"hear that? they wanna see ya russo!" katie grinned, joining the two of you and shoving the blonde over to where the fans were chanting for her, her cheeks bright red as her grin only grew. the three of you did your lap, clapping and thanking the fans and chatting among yourselves as jen, steph and caitlin eventually joined you.

you watched as leah embraced your national team mates in bear hugs, watching her mouth move a million miles an hour as she proudly commended everything they fought for the last 100+ minutes.

she caught your eye over alessia's shoulder, giving her one last hug before breaking away as you both started to walk toward each other. meeting in the middle her arms wrapped around you tightly, your face buried in her jacket as her lips lingered on your forehead.

"see? no socks, no problems. i'm so proud of you! didn't stop even for a second." leah breathed out as the two of you hugged tightly, both wishing you could kiss but very hyper aware of the millions of eyes watching.

"i'm sorry for being so fixated on that this morning." you apologized with a small sigh. "so where has all this come from love?" leah asked with a concerned frown, holding you at arms length.

"it's nothing, it's silly." you tried to dismiss it again as leah tightened her grip on you, giving you a knowing look. "i just-" you started, shaking your head. "can we please talk about it later?" you asked with a look around as leah nodded, quickly pulling you into another hug.

"babe what is in this?" you laughed as her bag dug into her hip, leah quickly flinging it over her back with a shake of her head. "nothing." she smiled but you caught the slight blush on her cheeks and gave her a look.

"how do you need that much stuff to watch a game? you bring it with you each week actually! what is so important?" you pushed, leaning around trying to grab the bag as leah shook her head and held you off.

"i'll show you later. team talk time!" she dismissed you with a charming smile, slinging an arm over your shoulder and walking you over to where your team had all begun to huddle together in a circle.

~

"so i was freaking out about the socks because i never had anything consistent last season and there was just...just so much that went wrong and was out of my control." you started, leah looking up from where she was doing the dishes as you appeared, drying her hands and moving to stand in front of you.

"so i thought that maybe if i had some things i was in control of it might, well it might bring us better luck. but i can't even do that right!" you sighed in frustration, head coming to rest on leahs shoulders as she wrapped you up in her arms.

"see, it's silly." you mumbled into her hoodie. "no it's not silly baby, it makes sense. last season was...well, it happened." she sighed in agreement as the two of you swayed for a moment of comfortable silence, wrapped in each others loving embrace.

"i have to show you something." leah let go, moving past you as you followed her into the hallway, the girl grabbing her bag where it hung up with her jacket from today. "i finally get to see whats in this infamous bag." you gasped happily, clapping as leah playfully rolled her eyes and the two of you sat down.

"well similarly to you i was wanting a way to bring us some better luck, even just from the sidelines until i can be back on the pitch and do my bit properly." leah started as you nodded for her to continue.

"so..." leah trailed off, unzipping her bag and starting to unpack what was in it as your mouth opened a little in shock. "i take these to every game now, and i make sure to sit with them when i watch from home." leah admitted, cheeks blushing rosy pink as she finished.

laid out in between the two of you were what a normal person would deem as just an assortment of very random items, but only you and leah knew the real special meaning behind each one.

there was several very faded movie tickets, you couldn't quite make out what movies they were from but when leah had found out you adored the cinema she'd vowed to take you once a week when the two of you first started seeing one another.

there was several cloth wristbands of differing colors, from the multitude of concerts you'd both been to together. accompanied by your favourite coldplay tour t-shirt leah had bought you when you'd seen them live together on your first anniversary.

there was a key ring from the arsenal foundation that leah had brought you back when she'd traveled around with them after the world cup, as well as the beaded bracelet that she'd made you when she was over in jordan.

there were three medals to finish up the small collection, both yours and leahs euro medals as well as your second place medal from the world cup. and of course, last but not least were your lucky socks and leahs own pair of lucky socks, bundled up together in pairs.

"oh leah..." you trailed off softly, tenderly touching the items as memories flooded your mind and your lips curled into a smile, giving her a look of adoration.

"so thats what i always have with me baby, all my lucky charms."

[waechan]

love is patient, love is kind.

pairing: mark lee x reader (jisung plays a rly small role)

genre: angst, sorry guys lol

wc: 704

notes: i've been going through a lot of relationship/crush problems so i just wanted to vent through my writing and share what i'm going through with u guys somehow! the guy i like is very mark coded so that's where were going with this one- thanks for listening and supporting me:)

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mark came out of nowhere. i met him through jisung, and we went to go hangout at an outdoor mall that day. i remember everything.

he was funny, sarcastic, super cute, and if i'm not wrong, flirted with me the entire day. his lingering touches, his hand on my back when he walked by me, the smiles he gave me when he thought i wasn't looking.

we hungout almost every day with the rest of the group for a while, but then the we started to communicate and call on the phone separately, just the two of us.

calls switched to facetimes, facetimes changed to hanging out in person, and whenever we did hangout i felt the rest of my world melt away.

he showed me what others couldn't. he showed me bliss, ignorance (in the greatest way possible), fun, pure joy, and comfort.

we were in the back of my car one day, eating food that the two of us had picked up, and we were out watching the stars. it was sprinkling, but we were protected by the open trunk. we shared a blanket, and we were both just staring, in silence. comfortable silence.

i looked at him and he looked at me, and he tilted his head.

"what?"

"nothing." i whisper as i look away, feeling my heart race.

"you okay?"

i nod.

"yeah, i'm good."

"you want a hug?"

i freeze, and before i know it i'm declining. god, i was so nervous.

"no, it's fine. i'm okay."

"alright then." he says as he shrugs.

i should've said yes.

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we drove home afterwards, and it was late, almost midnight. i drop him off at his house and i'm about to leave, but he comes running outside with his dog.

"it's not my dog, it's chenles but i'm taking care of her for him."

my eyes widen in happiness as i hold her in my arms, and i hold her close. she was nestled comfortably against me, and i cuddled up to her.

i could feel his stare on me, and he took a picture. i saw him in my peripheral, and he was smiling. he laughs.

"you look funny."

i went home, and he sent the picture to me later that night. i smiled when i saw it.

i looked beautiful. i looked truly happy.

i really hope that's how he saw me.

beautiful.

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now, i stare at him across the gym.

he wasn't looking at me, and i knew he was avoiding my gaze on purpose.

my heart still beat for him, my cheeks still got red when i saw him. i knew i wasn't over him, but how would i ever be? i never got the closure.

i feel a tap on my shoulder and i'm snapped back into reality as i force a smile towards whoever had touched me.

i'm met with jisung standing right next to me, tilting his head as he smiles right back, completely oblivious. "you okay?" he asks softly as he looks at me, looks at me like i'm the only girl in the world, the only girl who mattered. my heart clenches...

but not in the good way.

me being the people pleaser i am, i nod and i smile. i lean closer to him, pretending to be okay, and i look him dead in the eyes to once again pretend.

"great.

i'm great."

well i wasn't. i missed him, and i still wondered if he missed me. he had to, the way he looked at me, the way he treated me, the time he spent with me.

i feel someone's gaze on me as i turn instantly to look.

he's staring at me.

mark, he's looking right at me.

our eyes lock, my heart skips a beat.

oh how i wanted to go over and hug him, to cry, to smile, to do anything. to be with him again like i had been before.

i take a step in his direction.

he turns away and walks right out of the room.

love is patient, love is kind. love is dangerous.

i loved him. how was i ever going to move on?

remember this;

love is patient.

and it takes its time.

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lol so yeah thats my love life rn, im in love with this guy but his friend and i had a talking stage recently but i realized that he was just a distraction and i feel horrible

i really hope you feel the emotion and care that i have for this guy in this story, i just wanted a place to rant and just relieve myself from all these feelings i have

ty for being a group of people i feel safe with<3

[sillysnack]

mmgmhmhmmmmm click for toritsuka and maybe torisai thoughts........ im so sad i dont think i've seen kurumi and reita interact? maybe they did Idk #fake fan 😞 but yeah heres some toritsuka with kurumi and kusuo. kuniharu's at work idk.

i have to tell you all i never really knew where i was going with this. omg.

toritsuka who. i assume hasnt rly met saikis parents and just hears mentions in conversations with saiki. almost every mention comes with a ridiculous (at least, to toritsuka) background. saiki's like "im used to it"– toritsuka's bewildered. sure he's had an unusual upbringing as well, being raised in a temple full of monks, but hearing about saiki's parents... if hes being honest with himself, toritsuka doesnt know what he expected.

one day, toritsuka does meet saiki's mom as he stops by saiki's home, hoping to ask him to hang out. its then that toritsuka gets invited by saiki's mom to stay inside the house and wait for kusuo to get home. toritsuka wonders just how far the apple fell from the tree. saiki's mom is so lively in comparison to her son. eh, it's not really a deal-breaker. toritsuka mentally shudders at the thought of saiki with kurumi's attitude.

as how he makes conversation with everyone, toritsuka introduces himself as a spirit medium. he reveals he has powers, though he comments that it is nothing as impressive as any of saiki's powers. kurumi reassures him that any power is impressive. after all, there are only a few of them who are blessed with such abilities, no?

toritsuka can only nod. he doesn't really feel the sentiment resonate with him.

anyway! kurumi is really glad, though, to have found out that kusuo is friends with someone his age who also has powers. she hopes toritsuka and kusuo stay friends for a long time.

toritsuka nods again. this time, he shares the sentiment. he really hopes he and saiki stay friends for a long time, as well. saiki's his first friend, after all. maybe even the only person he can really call a friend. (toritsuka makes a mental note that he means no offense to aiura, he's just worried they aren't at that point yet.)

kurumi tells toritsuka that she was actually in the middle of making coffee jelly for kusuo. she assumes saiki's probably bought his own on the way home, but nothing beats anything homemade with the special ingredient called a mother's love, right?

toritsuka agrees with kurumi's assumption before revealing his living situation. the two talk for a bit, have a heart-to-heart, before kurumi asks reita if he wants to help out in making the coffee jelly for kusuo.

of course, reita says yes. he figures it would be a fun activity.

.

finally, kusuo arrives home. he had gone out to run errands on his mothers behalf and is greeted with kurumi's warm acts of affection. naturally, kusuo softens at such gestures. he doesn't really mind the fact that toritsuka could see this more domestic side of him.

although kusuo pretends he didnt just hear toritsuka think he was cute at that moment.

"ah! reita and i made you coffee jelly"

kusuo turns to toritsuka with a slight surprised look on his face. he doesnt even call him by his name. toritsuka rolls his eyes at saiki and tells him to just eat. the coffee jelly is great. he cant believe toritsuka even had a hand in making the sweet treat. he quickly shoots a half-assed apology at reita for even assuming he'd be shit at anything related to making food of any kind. though he assumes its because his mother still helped.

kurumi reveals that reita made a few cups all by himself, including the one kusuo was eating at the moment.

hm.

kusuo and reita lounge in kusuo's room. still, he cannot belueve that toritsuka reita had made such tasty coffee jelly. it's an easy thing to make, but given reita's history with simple tasks...

"i wanted to impress you." reita grins before asking if it worked, to which saiki would reply with an opening to a different conversation topic (cringe)

reita considers it his victory, and even thinks of baking more sweets in the future for kusuo. reita rarely ever cooks for himself, so its surprising to him as well when the thought even crosses his mind. though, as long as kusuo is involved, he isn't surprised with how quick he is to stick to his idea.

kusuo would be the first to taste every one of reita's baking. it is an unspoken agreement between the two of them.

[hurrakka]

I think I recall you mentioning before that you started out doing stuff with Chreon before you fell into the Kennachenko rabbit hole.

I went back to working on one of my Chreon fics earlier tonight that I haven't touched in a while cause I got caught up with other ship fic projects. But while working on it I had a really cute idea that gave me a cute Chreon thought and wanted to share it with you.

I HC that Chris (and Claire) like honey a lot. Chris likes smoking meats himself, especially smoked fish and covering it in honey when he does it. Because of this, Leon has jokingly (and affectionately) taken to fondly calling Chris a Honey Bear, or "my honey bear." Which is sure to fluster this romance awkward man very quickly, and Leon loves seeing him turn so red and bashful.

The bear joke started cause Chris' favorite nickname for Claire is Claire-bear (he also calls her Eclair but that's a nickname that started from their parents when they were little). So Leon took the bear theme in the Redfield family and ran with it.

Which also gave me the cute thought of Chris and Claire as werebear cubs covered in sticky honey because they wanted a snack and got into the honey pots. And Chris, even as an adult were bear is a weak willed man in the face of a tantalizing honeycomb.

Just felt like sharing some tooth rotting Redfield (and Leon) fluffiness with ya. I hope you have a good week!

Aw, that's adorable <33 Chris rly is just built like a bear it really suits him a lot. They would absolutely give Leon the biggest of bear hugs! There's so much sweetness to this dynamic I suddenly crave for honey lol.

This put a smile to my face :] thank you

[whumpshaped]

Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed glitching. It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but I barely interacted with it in any way that you could see because the format made me feel guilty about reading whump in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. That’s a compliment to your writing! Glitching was about being an accomplice and moral choices and I got caught up in it that I stopped participating in the polls after a few posts. I really liked it though.

Since you couldn’t see the likes that I very much wanted to give the series, I’m sending my thanks directly. You are really good at writing, and your specific style is one of my favorites on this site. Your writing is just brutal in a way that a lot of whump writing isn’t, and your characters are extremely compelling/whumpable. I can’t describe exactly what I love about it, but I do love it. You also made glitching really quickly, which is impressive. I’m still in awe of how you made all the different endings for the finale. That must have taken forever.

Was Glitching always going to end the way it did? If the audience had voted to kill Seth at the earliest opportunity, would that have happened? Are there any other pathways that you had planned out that we didn’t get to see? Basically, I loved Glitching and I want to hear all the behind the scenes details that you are willing to share.

Thanks again!

aaaaaaaaaa thank u SO much for this. long ass response under the cut !

this is honestly.... mostly all i wanted to achieve w glitching. (my first objective was to create a whump cyoa story where the options were all bad, bc in all the other ones ppl kept picking the good ones and i was like :| but my whump..? no whump..?) several times i felt like maybe the second person pov is too much and its too real and itll turn everyone off... but then i thought. thats. kind of what i want. i want it to feel a little gross even if its fiction. i wanted to make ppl feel conflicted.

so please dont feel bad about not interacting! i understand how it could feel rly bad and guilt-inducing. im glad u made the decision to stop interacting when u did, its NOT embarrassing in the slightest. this message means a whole lot either way.

hehehehehe im GLAD theyre brutal! thats very much the style i wanna be known for lol and the style i enjoy! i want stuff to be gruesome and disgusting! i want it to be brutal and unforgiving! i want violence! i want gore! and also thank u, im glad my characters r whumpable. especially w glitching, i saw that when other ppl put their cute ocs in situations no one wanted to hurt them, so i was like ok whos my most vile most hated most disgusting oc whom everyone would Love to see be punched in the face- in general i love making my ocs whumpable and pitiful. i love a pitiful little guy

i stopped writing glitching when my exams started at college, and iced it after maybe chapter 8 or 9. then i picked it back up again after i got a 20th message in my inbox abt how ppl miss it, and it successfully forced my hand to finally sit down and just Write. (i do have to be forced to write a lot of the times. it doesnt work for everyone, but it does for me. obviously i can never get in the zone if i dont even open the document yknow. thats why i write a lot of shitty drabbles! it keeps up momentum!) and then i just kept writing. and writing. and writing. trying to get a chapter out every day because i knew what i wanted to do and i wanted to finish it. when it comes to the finale, iiiii decided i wanted to do that whole thing literally 2 days beforehand. my friend told me "wow these options r all good" and i said "i know i kinda wanna see all of them too". and the idea was born. the seed was planted. the bug was in my fucken ear.

so the next morning i checked the poll on chapter 13, and saw that of course the option to keep seth alive was winning by far. so i wrote that in advance. then i started writing out the endings for the finale. i managed to get maybe 3 of them done. then the next day i finished the other 6, tweaked the earlier ones, all that. i uploaded them all, posted everything privately, fiddled forever w the links (which i knew were likely gonna break anyway-) and THEN WHEN THE TIME CAME I WANTED TO MAKE ONE LAST EDIT AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT. so i had to unprivate everything in a fucking frenzy like OH MY GOD PPL WONT UNDERSTAND I RUINED IT I RUINED EVERYTHING. but anyway yes it took me like 2 days of writing and editing but the response was soooooo worth it. ppl were so so so kind to me. it was honestly amazing.

one thing abt me, i started planning my stories At All in the last few months. before that, Nothing. and especially w smth like glitching, where the audience's decision influences the next chapter and i cant plan ahead, i didnt even bother. whatever the audience chose was always gonna happen. if they chose to exit the stream on the very first poll, i wouldve ended it. im serious. i thought abt pulling "you try to exit but it doesnt work" but then i was like. no. ppl can have one (1) chance to turn their heads away if they want, as a treat. i wouldve written a chapter about the debilitating guilt and lifelong "what if" feeling, and that wouldve been it. as for the earlier murder options, yes! i wouldve gone thru w it at any time. starting from maybe the 6th chapter (or whenever i brought in the murder option) the audience held the power to end the stream and seth's suffering. they chose not to. but they couldve.

one option that i wanted that never got chosen was the baseball bat. im obsessed w beating someone to the point of broken bones w a baseball bat. so when the ending was getting nearer and nearer, i thought about simply disregarding the last poll and writing a single chapter where the host goes "i respected the choices u made up until now, but this time, im making the decision". but i was like. no fuck that. this is an interactive story all about being able to choose ur own decisions. i just asked the audience to supply me w puppy seth commands, citing how it was interactive. i couldnt just go and ignore that two chapters later, yknow? plus as u said it kind of all hinged on the feeling of "i did this. im responsible". so if i took that responsibility away in the last second IN THE MOST IMPORTANT DECISION OF ALL it wouldnt have been good enough

most of the time i just kept giving the options i really wanted to write, and eventually, ppl picked them. it was a good story in the sense that the order didnt matter too much. i could give the same options, and the host was still able to carry them all out.

some more behind the scenes- i thought about revealing the host's identity multiple times. i thought about making them someone the audience already knew (like ren, my friend's oc who greatly inspired the character from the very first chapter), or someone who couldve been vaguely familiar but unknown (a former friend of pumpkin?), but in the end i just settled on the mystery. especially since i decided to give it a paranormal twist. i couldve NEVER made a better reveal than the mystery itself. never ever. some things dont have to be revealed.

but yeah! thats that. i rly enjoyed glitching, i loved the response i got (it was by far the most popular story ive ever posted on here w the most tags and comments and asks), and i loved how i managed to do the finale. it was concise, i can say i finished another story, and its just all around a great time. thank u so much for ur message !!!

[misqnon]

yeah i definitely liked sanuso more than i liked sanji. before... before i came to like sanji. i don't think i was rly an Actual Fan though. seeing fan content of sanji (shipping content included) is part of what made me grow to like him. so ur right that a ship i like with characters i dont like would make me grow to like the characters!!

tashigi and reiju is so insanely good.. theyre perfect for each other...

LMAO ISNT THAT PRICE A BIT STEEP?? nami moment

robin definitely would notice but it would have so much more impact to have luffy intervene imo?? he is probably the most important person to both of them (arguably true for all the crew) and also he just . idk hes emotionally intelligent. hes perceptive. people dont give him enough credit. luffy is not stupid!!!!

"he and robin can be similar and enies lobby is what made everyone love her more…" YEAH EXACTLY!!! there doesnt need to be a whole arc but just show us that he isnt JUST the cool guy. i need him to cry .... i need emotional vulnerability.. please oda ..... on my knees begging for this. PLEASE Oda...

"already there babes 🫡 just doing my part" thank u

"DID. DID THEY ACTUALLY CALL HIM TRACE HEATFIST IN THE 4KIDS DUB…ARE U SERIOUS RN…IVE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE PLEASE SAY SIKE." YES THEY ACTUALLY DID. its a stupid change but HIS VOICE IS SO COOL... theres a scene where he and luffy meet on alabasta n luffy is like: hey, trace?! and trace is like "yours truly 😎😏🔥 hey luffy, whats up? 🔥🔥💪✨" and i fucking Fell In Love on first listen. i have the biggest . fattest crush on 4kids ace. why is he so suave. why is he so cool. pathetically showing my love for the worst dub's version of the best character

i was so relieved that luffy sounded different that i can forgive anything else. i don't care if the acting is worse...

AT A CHRISTIAN GALLERY???? ur so brave

"i will share embarrassing stories like my life depends on it"

(hoping i havent used this image before)

THE SPOTLIGHT ON SANJI.... THAT IS SO FUNNY...

"BUT IM TOO BUSY READING ONE PIECE" good point... reading both would be hard.. /gen

"lion…and wings…so u want to be a griffin 👁️" i did not realize this. but yes i GUESS I DO?? i like manticores and unicorns the most out of any fantasy creature but i could never be a manticore bc it means i keep my face.. and unicorn.... doesnt have cool paws... oh and i love dragons... i WOULD be a dragon but i would like to be like. fluffy.. i want to be fluffy..

"DIDN THE BEAT OUT ZORO IN THE POPULARITY POLLS ONE TIME" YEAH HE DID... i dont know maybe i just missed it?? there were a lot of ppl there... and my memory is kinda hazy.. i will be on the lookout for law next time i go to a con

"WRONG bangs my sanji gavel." I FORGOT U WERW THE SANJI MAGISTRATE..... please forgive me....

that is so cool 🥹

"also sanji’s love for mice/rats makes me fucking insane bc its the cutest thing on earth." I KNOW RIGJT... like hes a cook.. he should hate them... but he doesnt!!! hes super fond of them!!! because he had mice friends at the lowest point in his life!!!! GOD.. i also used to love mice so . thank u sanji. representing rodent lovers. im having too many moments lately where i relate to sanji.... former sanji hater becomes sanji

"SANJI LOVES MICE MORE THAN WOMEN CONFIRMED-" GENUINELY!!!

"they’re all expecting sanji to freak and kill them and then they walk in and he’s made them tiny stir fry and is calling them cutesy names." STOP THATS SUCH CUTE IMAGERY 😭😭😭 sanji would never hit a woman mouse.

"also all the fan content ive seen where ratatouille is his favorite movie. ANYONE CAN COOK!!!!! 😭" IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

"we turn a sad into a frrAAANKKYYYYYYYY" HSJDHS

"ROBIN WHYYY WAS THAT THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OFFFF SHE IS INSANE. SHE’S SO WEIRD." IN HER DEFENSE, THEY WERE RIGHT THERE. HOW COULD SHE NOT... HOW COULD SHE NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ....

"should i send some on discord as well. is that how i break the ice. images of sanji with his ass up in the air (my collection)" YES..... YES DO IT.... in return i will sned... uhmm... law!??

ok but sanji in glasses. even at the peak of my sanji hatred i begrudgingly admit that he was very attractive in those glasses...

LOOK AT HIM SOB... whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???

heres this loser

EAT

i have this sanji saved bc he looks so pathetic and sad

omg nooo how did choso get in here ...... noooo ...... that was a big accident.... completely an accident.... not on purpose at alll........

usopp out here converting more ppl to sanji likers than i am…smh. i do love the way sanji backs him up so often in canon tho, its very sweet

KNJKCDNA WAIT THE $5,000 A MONTH THING? I MEAN YES. BUT DO YOU KNOW THE YE OLDE TUMBLR JOKE IM REFERENCING? DO U REMEMBER COMMUNISMKILLS…THAT AWFUL TUMBLR USER THAT THEN WAS LIKE “i’ll shut up if u pay me $5000 a month” actually deranged and iconic. here’s a post about it

the entire crew IS important to both of them but arguably he is the only person on the crew they would listen to in a situation like that is luffy yea. he’s the mutual friend that they both love deeply and loves both of them deeply even tho they hate (“hate”) each other. AND he’s emotionally intelligent and wise!! yea!!

joining u in the begging for sad zoro. campaigning for abusing zoro in the next chapters. ready to make this meme real

NOT TRACE HEATFIST…his voice did seem cool tho ur right. i like to imagine he speaks with the emojis like you typed them. (“how are you saying that out loud-”) is the crush only on 4kids ace specifically..sorry sorry TRACE. IS IT ONLY FOR TRACE

I WANT TO STEAL ALL THESE REACTION IMAGES HAHAHA

WAIT IS IT A SPOTLIGHT. I THOUGHT THEY HAD TRAPPED HIM UNDER A CUP LIKE A BUG KJAFHBdiwjnwd

dragons. [breathes in] dude i love dragons so fucking much. i watched that documentary animal planet or discovery made where they said dragons lived in the prehistoric time with t rex and shit and BELIEVED IT FOR SO LONG. also obsessively played httyd games on the internet and other Dragon Themed Things. and i had legend of spyro: a new beginning for the gamecube and it was like my first ever video game i owned myself that wasnt a hand me down and i beat it literally 9+ times…after 9 i stopped keeping track..i loved spyro and CYNDER so much. CYNDER WAS SO COOL. THAT WHOLE GAME WAS SO COOL. just last year i started playing flight rising (but i fell off lmao)

“former sanji hater becomes sanji” KJSDBDNKJSN YEAH relating to sanji is half of why i love him. and the amount i relate to him is. way far more than i thought i would ever relate to. the pervert stereotype anime character of any given show. so mad…but also i love him a lot 😭 has become a bit of a comfort character for me UNFORTUNATELY…but i relate to his passion and his low self esteem and his self sacrificial nature and his (percieved) gender issues and even his stupid easy-to-fall-in-love shtick. god. anyways

MICE > WOMEN ‼️‼️‼️CONFIRMED

I WANT TO PUT THE SANJI FEEDING MICE AND THE CREW IS CONFUSED SCENE IN A FIC SO BAD BUT I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK ATM 😭

“sanji would never hit a woman mouse.” sanji vs. minnie mouse his hardest battle yet

ROBIN….ROBIN 😭 I WILL CONDONE ALL HER ACTIONS BC I LOVE HER BUT SHES SO STRANGE 😭

SANJI ASS IN THE AIR COMING UR WAY

dude. thank you for saying that bc. when sanji had those fucking glasses on as mr. prince in alabasta. i was simping just a little bit. and mad about it.

AND ALSO UM??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS?? STOP BEING PRETTY???

this outfit was gay as hell by the way. like how am i supposed to believe that is a fuly straight man-

“whole cake island was kinda his enies lobby emotional depth moment???” it 1000% was down to him leaving the crew and needing to be rescued and learn to love himself and live for himself. robin and sanji are my two favorite strawhats and GOD THE SIMILARITIES ARE BRUISING. have u seen that post where its drawings of each of the strawhat “rescue teams” of arlong park, enies lobby, and whole cake?

law 1: edgy. flipping u off. deranged. a bit evil looking. kinda hot

law 2: naptime. flourishing. in his lane. never done wrong in his life. thats just a guy

“EAT” KJDBVSDAJBCJDA

NOOO THAT SANJI IMAGE GENUINELY MAKES ME SO SAD BUT HE ALSO LOOKS SO SO PATHETIC 😭 SOPPING WET CAT OF A MAN

HI CHOSO. IDK U BUT I LIKE UR HAIR. HI

here are a couple more one piece memes i have collected. i will be sending u a discord message...soon

[mantisanarchy]

some kirapucci headcanons bc i have brainrot

- they dance together in the living room while listening to classical music, this is a pretty common occurence

- they’re a very cheesy couple and act very married even before they’re actually married. kira gets pucci flowers constantly and he puts actual thought into the meanings of the flowers and colours. pucci melts every time kira comes home with another bouqet

- pucci will go on rants about his plan for heaven and god and kira doesn’t rly get it but he’s a very supportive bf and will listen and just be like “mhm, go on sweetie”

- kira isn’t very good at handling arguments so whenever he and pucci have a fight, he gets flowers after it as an apology

- at first they’re very awkward at cuddling, it takes them some time to figure out the right position but when they do, they cuddle all the time

- kira and pucci constantly argue over the bathroom mirror bc kira just wants to brush his teeth while pucci is doing his elaborate skincare routine with like 133872 different steps

- pucci wears a fancy nightgown while kira has the same pajamas as miles edgeworth, like the pink button up shirt and also the sleeping hat

- pucci loves gardening and they have a little garden behind their house where pucci grows herbs and flowers. he also has a greenhouse for tropical plants and kira got him nice gardening gloves as a present

- kira plays off the gardening gloves as a way to keep pucci’s hands clean and pretty but deep down he actually cares and is happy that pucci has a hobby that he enjoys this much and he wants to be as supportive abt it as possible

- they call each other by pet names all the time. the most common ones they use are dear, darling, sweetie and sweetheart with the occasional honey

- pucci sometimes calls kira “kitty” to tease him and kira gets very flustered whenever he does it

- pucci is very practical when it comes to gifts, he gets kira gifts that he actually needs, stuff like a new pan for cooking or a new vacuum cleaner bc his old one broke etc

-  kira does that thing where nuzzles up to pucci's hand with his cheek constantly and pucci finds it rly funny but also cute, pucci also takes this as a perfect opportunity to call him a kitty

- speaking of cats, they have 3 of them, one of them is a black cat with long hair, one is a calico and the last one is a tabby.

- pucci acts like he doesn’t like the cats at first but he ends up being very attached to them and pampering them constantly (one of the cats is named perla, after his sister)

- pucci gets flustered very easily while kira is more composed but when he does get flustered, it’s very noticeable. the tips of his ears turn pink and his eyes start shifting, pucci loves to tease him about it

- kira is obsessed with pucci’s hands and is constantly kissing them, he also loves holding hands with pucci

- kira’s main love language is giving gifts, he absolutely pampers pucci with fancy rings, flowers, chocolates and pucci absolutely adores it even if it does get a little overwhelming at times

- they are both incredible cooks and they love cooking together, they do go on occasional restaurant dates, but much prefer staying at home and cooking together while having some nice wine

- they are that annoying couple that will drag on every phone call, they’re just like “okay you can hang up now, dear”, “nooo darling, you can hang up” “no you”

- they do need their alone time sometimes, since they’re both rather introverted but that makes them understand each other a lot better and when they do take the day to be alone and do separate things at the end of the day they’ll share what they did and then go cuddle and fall asleep

i will update this list from time to time when i think of new headcanons, they’re everything to me and i do not care that they have never met in canon HJDSHJDH

[blueiight]

Other opera anon again, okay I totally agree that Lestat is the worst but I don't think he prioritizes his place in society in any way and certainly not above Louis?? I don't think he even likes society, he just uses it as a distraction when he's bored. The opera society ladies based on the timeline referenced happens around 1930 either when Louis was full on ignoring him (and very very minimally to his credit Lestat does try to get him out of the house when he suggest they go see Louis Armstrong) or he had already been kicked out of the house after the dv. Other than that, their forays into society are things they enjoy together and that 1x02 opera scene is not the first time Louis played the valet part (he says they always did that when they went to the fancy opera house). Lestat wants to ditch town and go somewhere else when Claudia left, he really doesn't care about silly human/food rituals.

yeah thats what i was alluding to with the whole “is lestat even fr with his investment in elite white life or is he playing w his food”. lestat is better at compartmentalizing & seeing human beings as prey than louis lol. he has a whole hundred years of prior traumatic experience in the vampire game & has faced the consequences of what compassion/investment into human life (particularly the human experience in the 1700s-1800s in europe) will do to u. new orleans i think is so cute to him/ a fixation of his in both show& books not only bc of the fact that he met louis in this city, but also the cultural similarities to his old french ways. yet as a mortal he hated being noble. he wanted to have fun with nicki& be an artist, but his life was taken from him by force. art to lestat represents the intangible soul shared between meat and vampire. the conflict between the god that has forsaken him many time v. the human sound of voice, the human pen that creates lyrics, the human construction of instrument, the human composer, and how the soul itself even is a very abrahamic concept & definition of consciousness/sentience.. lestat in music shares something he genuinely cares about with louis that present!louis sees. i wonder how they do lestat’s backstory considering he was like 37-38 when he got turned vs. being in his early 20s in books. good ideas for s3 lol. feel like lestat & louis both being turned as older men in their 30s in show vs. young 20 somethings mean a lot for how their marriage life is & who they are as individuals. when ur in ur 30s, its rly the time u truly develop a tangible sense of self beyond the madness of ur late teens-young adulthood. thought patterns, traumatic or constructive, become far more definitive... most people got married in their 20s back then, but lestat& louis are both older & in the show have more strongly defined senses of selves as older men. sorry for going offtopic but i think my opera anons should shake hands.

[itoshi-s]

You are such a fantastic writer and blue lock fan!! ty so much for sharing your headcanons and thoughts about the boys!!! I highspeed ran through the anime and manga in a week lmao and have been obsessing over the fan content and you have been one of my favorite blogs <333 I don't have anyone to talk blue lock so I wanted to drop in and mention a dream I had if that's okay??

It was so stupid but it was inspired by that reader insert basis of being a manager in training for the boys but instead in my dream I was training to be a sport announcer for some reason?? So I was watching in real time the matches of team Z vs others and later Isagi's teams and plays against Rin and such and making commentary like 'ANOTHER FLAWLESS NUTMEG PASS DEFENSE AND OH! OHHH!!! EVERYONE STAND BACK BACHIRA IS ONCE AGAIN TURNING THIS COURT INTO A DANCE FLOOR. THE BEAT IS DROPPING AS HIS ENEMIES DO, TOO!!" or "YES A DIRECT SHOT BY THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGENDDDDDD ISAGI YOICHIIIIIII!!!" it was wild but not too biased bc I was properly losing my mind over both sides of the match when something impressive happened. But I remember it being such whiplash to a lot of bllk boys bc I have a petite, curvy, and cute appearance but had the heart and roar of a crazy American announcer during games lmao

but honestly?? Aside from Ego needing more creativity for training sims (soccer boys vs holographic zombies WHEN) bc if he's gonna have that much money and tech and ruin these guys' lives let them have some fun in a interactive/simulation, their soccer feats absolutely deserve hype men. Is there anything you wish the manga added, out of curiosity?? I saw a post point this out, but I also wish the (vastly superior!!) female Japanese soccer team is mentioned at some point. Ty for letting me share/reading this btw!! Have a great new year!!

AAAAH nonnie this is so late but PLEASE you're so sweet !! <///3 i am sOOO happi u enjoy my content &&all the silly brainrot asjflksa cmere and let me give u a kiss ! >_<

this dream sounds so fun ajhsklh and you are SO right for that !!!!!!1 you slayed that job getting all hyped.. as you should :3 ! these boys def need a hype man AND an announcer too......... it would be so funny to hear what they'd have to say about some of these games 😭

i'd LOVE to see some more casual scenes like the one they had in shibuya :( like ??!#! that was giving me LIFE i hope we get another chapter or two like that soon ! something else i'd love if they added would be some psychological help 4 these boys LOL but that's just ur psych zari speaking :3 on a serious note it'd REALLY be interesting 2 see how these boys handle being isolated and tired out at the facility for so long tho,, taking breaks w school too ?????? idk if it makes sense but i'd just rly like to see what are the possible consequences to them always being on their 100% and having their usual teenage lives ripped away from them :o do they ever get back in school? do they have any issues w that? is there any mental health professional in the bllk facility in case someone needs help????? i hope there is lol

i agree on the female team sm too !!!!! that'd be absolutely amazing :3 in fact i'm very surprised it wasn't mentioned at all but welp that's football for u i guess we girls never get recognition yet alone in a male dominated space q_q

[siodium]

ＤＡＹ ＦＯＵＲ： ２５ ＳＥＰ， ＢＡＮＧＫＯＫ， ＤＲＩＺＺＬＹ

did more shopping around Siam Square

took pics at a photobooth

tried pad thai and a cheesecake shaped like cheese

climbed to the top floor terrace of ICONSIAM for a ✨view✨

visited ASIATIQUE

indulged in the biggest seafood feast

ＭＩＳＳＩＯＮ ＣＬＥＡＲＥＤ！

ＮＯＷ ＣＡＬＣＵＬＡＴＩＮＧ ＲＥＷＡＲＤＳ．．．

finally!!! it’s the last post of my bangkok adventures!!! ◉‿◉

tbh the last day wasn’t too exciting in terms of activities bc it was just mainly shopping and eating?? and ticking more stuff off our itinerary that we missed the previous days

we decided to forgo the free hotel breakfast and head to a cafe (Cassette Coffee Bar at Siam Square) instead for a light breakfast

i think we came quite early bc there was no one else at the cafe so we had the whole place to ourselves for picsss yey

the inside of the cafe resembled a cross between a bar and a hotel lobby?? with the retro decor, all-pink interior, and dim warm lighting 

the whole place was just giving ✨aesthetic✨ vibes

i ordered the iced yuzu honey lemon and it was a very refreshing drink~ just a little bit tart the way i like it

tried a bite of the thai tea cake (recommended!! fragrant and not too sweet) and brownie (basic but nice)

SPOTTED A FAKE LIFT

this was my attempt at taking a srs ootd pic

a rotating door!! so cool

after our breakfast we walked around the area and did more shopping~~~ it started drizzling yikes

there was a long stretch of clothing stalls and i bought a black floral midi skirt from one of the stalls

bc it was raining a little and i was afraid that the maxi skirt i was wearing would become a victim to dirty puddles, i changed into the black skirt that i just bought lol

we went into the mall to escape from the rain and found the GENTLEWOMAN store!! O:

most of the clothing pieces were not rly my style bUT a colourful, pastel-y top and a pair of light brown shorts with a smol embroidered flower caught my eye and i just had to try them on as a set

i was right!! it was definitely a cute fit ✨

unfortunately for my broke ass (with no youtrip card on hand too) i decided to only go with the top bc the shorts were the same price as the top but it was more basic-looking?? thought that maybe i could find something similar online or something

− 67SGD 💸💸💸

じゃーん ✩

even though the paper bag i got wasn’t the iconic black and white version i’m still keeping it for memoriessss

went to a bbt place to chill for a bit and found this trapped rock... looked like a museum exhibit or something but it’s actually a chair

a shoe shop named shu lmaoo if i had moneys i would get something from there for the memes (ok but the shoes were actually quite nice and trendy)

checked out peylaa which sold a bunch of random items at an inexpensive price (a bit like miniso)

got my mini wooden fork from there~

we also took pics at a photobooth!! it was super cheap?? but it was so chaotic and only the first pic turned out ok

there was only a five second counter between the shots and we didn’t have enough time to prepare for the subsequent pics bc we thought that we could control when to take the photos?? rip

anyway the machine also gave us a link to the animated version O: what is this new technology i love it HAHAHAH you can see us struggling to fit in the frame

did you know that there’s mos burg in bangkok??

we found a mos burg but we didn’t go inside ))-: i wonder if they have thai exclusive food

finally got to check out DADDY AND THE MUSCLE ACADEMY (gotta love that name)

it’s also a prop shop (by my definition) and this time i actually took pics of the inside so i can share the experience~~~

how should i describe the aesthetics?? hmmm colourful pastels and y2k vibes

gahh the cute stickers and postcards were relatively inexpensive and i was tempted but i didn’t rly want to just spend money for the heck of it y’know

there was a Extra Salty Peanut plush pass case (it was very cute and i thought of anya heheh) that i also had to forgo bc didn’t have enough cash on me ))-:

so i left empty-handed...... my eyes ate well tho

found a cake shop that sold a cheesecake that was shaped like a holey cheese and i just had to get one for chi (and it was only like 1SGD?? cheap)

rin2 and shoron picked out some mini cakes and i had tried one!! i think it was hazelnut?? not bad i like the smol size~ it’s very easy to eat and not too filling

our next destination was ICONSIAM!! one of bangkok’s megamalls with a food hall that was set up to look like an indoor floating night market

we were gonna grab our lunch there~

took a cab over and this pic is proof that four of us could fit in the backseat of a regular taxi (it was nOT COMFORTABLE tho)

man the food hall was cool and rly huge

there were so many stalls selling food, drinks and trinkets, and i was so afraid i’d get lost so i went around with shoron

this was also where i got the food miniatures for chi!! i think i spent a very long time at that particular stall lol

shoron and i both got pad thai from one of the stalls~ it was something that i’d never had before and wanted to try?? i got the squid one and didn’t add any spice

the squid looked suspiciously raw even though i saw the chef stir fry it with everything else in front of my eyes...

the taste is not bad but a little on the sweeter side?? i expected it to be more savoury hmmm

actually pad thai tastes kinda like the filling of a popiah lol am i the only one who thinks that??

tried a bit of the mango sticky rice that someone else got and it was yummy!! super sweet (even the rice is sweet??) but it’s a dessert so it’s fine

been walking around with a cheesecake on me for quite some time and i don’t think it would survive the journey back to the hotel so i decided to eat it right after my meal

bOI IT LOOKED SO DARN CUTE BUT IT TASTED WEIRD it was by far the worst cheesecake i’ve ever eaten but it is also the cutest cheesecake i’ve ever seen?????

the texture was like jello and inside there was this orange cheese goo... that tasted kinda salty?? idk

it was extra gross bc it was room temp LOL that’s on me tho not the cake’s fault

would i buy it again??? prob not unless chi wants it for his bday or something (pls don’t make ownar eat this again)

after lunch we explored the mall a little bit (mainly just checked out the supermarket lol)

then we went up to the terrace on the top floor to get a view of bangkok’s skyline~

there was an indoor waterwall!! nothing compared to jewel’s indoor waterfall but this one has LED lights spelling out “ICONSIAM” every few mins

view from the terrace overlooking the city!! tea coloured river water hmmm

idk if you can spot the ferris wheel in the distance (hint: look between the white building and the dark grey one) but it was where we were headed to next

our last stop was ASIATIQUE

and ngl it was disappointing :// all the shops at the supposed open-air market were closed (prob due to covid idk)

there was a functional ferris wheel tho looked cool with the lights and all but i think the ride was kinda overpriced?? so we didn’t go on

and a haunted house ride and a beautiful carousel too

but aside from those ride attractions there rly wasn’t anything else for us

honestly the convenience store that was a short walk away was prob more interesting than ASIATIQUE imo i rly wouldn’t recommend it unless you wanna check out the bars and restaurants (we were not interested in those unfortunately)

when we returned to the hotel, we pooled our leftover moneys and ordered in our biggest seafood feast!! perf way to end the trip

even chi and cha were enjoying a feast of their own heheh

i didn’t rly have trouble packing for the return trip bc i didn’t bring much and i didn’t buy an entire store and luwi had space in her luggage for me to yeet my things in (my stuff didn’t even take up half of her luggage lol)

then it was snooooze time

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our flight back to sg was the next day (26 sep) at 10:50 am iirc so we had to reach the airport at least two hours earlier which meant that we would have to give the hotel breakfast buffet a miss bc it only starts at 7:30 am and the transport that the hotel arranged was coming to pick us up at 7:40 am

i ate the crab and tuna sandwich that i got from 7-11 and also drank a packet of choco soymilk

it was once again another rainy morning~~~ good thing we didn’t have to take the public transport

the ride was a lot smoother than i had expected (no jams or anything) and we reached the airport earlier than anticipated

when we landed in sg and cleared all the customs and collected our stuff from the baggage area, it was already around 3 pm?? and we hadn’t eaten a full meal since the night before so we were starvingggg

gUESS WHAT WE ATE LMAO

YES IT WAS MOS BURG °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° heheh

after that alfur, shoron and rin2 (luwi left right after eating) followed me to the pokecen bc i absolutely have to check the place out every time i’m at jewel

aside from the halloween stuff there wasn’t anything much so i grabbed a pumpkaboo and then we all left to go home

i shared a cab back with alfur and omg we got lost trying to find the taxi stands (one driver even cancelled on us bc we weren’t there when he arrived rip)

when i got home i ate my orange bread snack that i got from lawsons in bangkok and then crashed shortly after that zzz

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overall a very fun and satisfying trip!! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ managed to fulfil both of my priorities which were shopping and sheep farm HAHAHAH

if there was a chance that we could get later flights then i’d prefer those even if it meant that we’d be wasting like half a day or something

but if not then i’d rather just take the midnight cab to the airport next time bc the waiting was painfulllll oof

and a later return flight would be good too!! we could check out later and have a last meal nearby or do some last-minute shopping or something... it was kinda sad having to miss breakfast just to catch our flight back home

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

hey!! if requests r open can u do a jack hughes x reader where its an interview where jacks emtional bc they lost and the interviewers keep prying and it makes him even more emotion and hes on a verge of tears and his voice is breaking and after the reader comforts him and he breaks down and its rly cute and fluffy? also i loved ur last jack hughes imagine and i cant wait for pt 2 if ur making one!!!

Thanks for the request! and part two to “for you” is in the works! Love the support xoxo, Ally<3

Stop the pain|| J.Hughes.

Summary: what do you do when your strong, calculated, and mostly unemotional partner starts to crumble?

Tags: @hugheshugs @nucksgal03 @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @oowenspower tag list

Warnings: sad jack, breakdowns, losing games, and comfort fic :)

your pov:

Jack was always so strong. He has been your support through everything. He was there for graduation, prom, and college acceptance. You were there for him too. You had happily stood beside him on draft day, and always been the loudest fan in the crowd. You have seen your fair share of bad losses.

Thankfully, jack always seemed to snap out of the loss soon after the buzzer rang. Unfortunately, this game was different. Jack had taken some hard hits and even gave an easy breakaway to the opposing team. You could tell he was blaming himself.

Biting your nails as you watched him get a penalty for 2 minutes. Your eyes followed him onto the penalty box with his head down low. Likely, wishing that the other team didn’t score on the power play.

It didn’t go in the Devil's favor at all. You could tell the boys were losing the battle. You could also physically see the effects it was having on Jack. His hands pulled his hair. The rims of his eyes were turning a shade of red.

All you wanted to do was get to him and pull him into your arms. Jack needed you. His eyes were scanning for you but also focused on the tragedy of a game in front of him. It was dreadful to hear the final buzzer and see not one goal made on your boyfriend’s team. You packed your things and said goodbye to the other wags. They shot you sad smiles as you walked off to go find Jack.

You weren’t expecting him to be doing a post-game interview because of how upset he had been while on the ice but the players coming out of the dressing room informed you he was. So you walked briskly to the frame outside of the interview camera to watch. Jack looked awful. You could see how exhausted and disappointed he was just by the look on his face. He shot you a sad look and mouthed that he would be done soon.

“So Jack, how does it feel to have watched such an easy win for the other team,” the rude, high-pitched interviewer asked. You saw jack shrug and try to keep his composure. He was fiddling with the headset and his jersey. All he wanted was to be home and in your arms.

“Umm..uh..it never feels good to be on the losing side of the battle, but..uhh we tried to get it back,” he stammered out,” we need to work on something’s, sometimes that’s how games go.”

His voice was cracking–his thoughts were everywhere. You were outraged that they would pose such sensitive questions to him after such a game. After a few more questions, a lot more heartbreak, your boyfriend's suffering was over. The interview ended.

Jack went to grab his things. You immediately went to wait for him–texting him that you would go and get the car so that you two would get head home quickly.

The second jack got into your car you could tell that he had been crying. His hair was damp, his eyes were glossy, and he had a fake smile on his face. He reached his hand over to hold yours silently. You didn’t want to push him.

You knew better than to try and force Jack to talk to you. He would when he was ready.

The ten-minute drive from the arena back to your shared apartment went by quickly. You hummed to the soft music playing on the radio. The whole trip home Jack just stared out the window silently. you almost thought he was asleep by the time you parked.

“Jacky, we're here.” He shuffled out of the car and walked to grab his bag from the back. You went to unlock the door and put on some food. Having already had dinner prepared before the game, you turned on the oven and placed the lasagna inside.

That’s when you heard it.

The sound of sobs rang through the house. It was Jack. You tumbled through the hall to find where he was. Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looked so very fragile. The world was putting its weight on your boy's shoulders. No matter how hard you would try, you couldn’t fix it.

“Jack, I love you, I need you to take a deep breath” you lovingly stated. Your arms snaked their way around his shoulders and pulled his head into your chest. You just hoped that he couldn’t hear how quickly your heart was racing. Jack had never broken down like this. sure, you had seen him have a rough game or two, but you’d never seen him so defeated like this. His head was pressed into your neck. He was clinging onto you as if you disappear if he’d let go.

This was the same Jack Hughes that went through every day with a smile, the Jack that would laugh constantly, and the boy that was undeniably himself. That Jack had been reduced to a heartbroken and self-doubting boy.

“How can I help you, Baby?” you ask. You knew that you’d do anything and everything for your boyfriend. Hell, you’d go and fight every man ever of that opposite team despite your inability to fight and the fact they all had +3” on you. “hold me,” Jack mumbled into your chest as he continued to shake. You did what he asked until the timer on the oven went off.

By now, his sobs had faded into ragged breaths. The few final beeps on the timer signaled dinner was ready. You were gentle as you pulled away from Jack, leaving a soft kiss on his head, and went to pull the lasagna out. You cut it into small pieces put it onto some plates. You poured two glasses of water.

Meanwhile, in the other room, jack changed himself into sweats and a hoodie. With watery eyes and a shaky voice, he tried to tell you that he wasn’t hungry. He knew that you wouldn’t let him go to bed without at least having a few bites and a glass of water. He listened to your loving nagging.

Most days, your boyfriend would resist you trying to baby him. After the day he had, he needed it. He felt comfortable knowing that he’d always have you to pick him back up when he fell, and you knew that you always had him.

You grabbed his hand and led him back to your shared room. Where you asked him to put on a show for you two to watch. Then you went back to the kitchen to clean up dinner. Once finished, you tiptoed into your bedroom to be greeted by a sleeping Jack.

He snored softly with his hair covering his eyes. oh, how you loved this boy. You made sure that his water bottle is full and he was tucked in by plenty of blankets. Once you were completely ready for bed, you pulled the boy to rest lightly on your chest. Whispering sweet nothings to him as he slept. All you could hope is that tomorrow he would feel a bit better.

[elleloquently]

I love your writing so much aH I’d like to request a sae x female reader hc where they’re best friends and sae is like head over heels in love with them?? and it’s mutual but they’re both oblivious until someone eventually confesses?? basically just rly fluffy and sae being all flustered and cute

thank you sm!! and thank you for this bc i am a SUCKER for this concept hahaha as soon as i got this request i was so excited to start! sooo many people requested this as well so i apologize for the wait but i did make it a bit longer!

are you in love?- saebyeok 

- once saebyeok couldn’t tear her eyes away from you while you were laughing and telling a story, she knew that she was already in too deep. 

- there was one night that you were exhausted and sleep wouldn’t come no matter how many times you tried. your thoughts were racing and stomach turning, your mind constantly going back to the same thought which was saebyeok. you couldn’t stop smiling as you thought of her, pressing yourself to believe you were simply giddy over the friendship you had shared with the girl. 

- it’s a platonic type of love that you felt for all of your friends, you were sure of that. you were just closer with saebyeok, that was all. you told this to yourself a million times that night while you were trying to get her out of your head, and a million more times whenever you felt yourself begin to blush in her presence. 

- okay, maybe you were a little in denial, and maybe you didn’t truly understand your feelings for saebyeok. she was just supposed to be a friend, your best friend, and you couldn’t have feelings for your best friend. you hadn’t really ever felt like this before, let alone towards another girl, so you just kept telling yourself it was a platonic type of love reserved for your very best friend, saebyeok. 

- after saebyeok realized her feelings for you, she ignored you for a week. 

- she would later deny this, insisting that she was sick.

- coincidentally, it was a horrible week for saebyeok. 

- she thought maybe she was only feeling that way because of how much time she had been spending with you lately. it was as if the two of you were attached at the hip, seeing each other every day for as long as you possibly could and doing everything together. you had to study? so did saebyeok, so why not do it together? saebyeok has to go shopping? you might as well tag along, you could pick up a few things as well. deep down she feared how attached she had gotten to you, and even though she tried to distance herself, it just made her realize how much she wanted to be with you. 

- you were in denial for a long time about your feelings, not allowing yourself to accept it or even dwell on the possibility. on the other hand, once saebyeok realized that she definitely had feelings for you, she solemnly accepted it.

- okay, i love her. it’ll never happen. she can’t know. get over it.

- saebyeok accepted her feelings long before you did. you were still mentally denying it while thinking about her 24/7 and feeling flustered around her all of the time. 

- on another sleepless night it finally dawned on you. you sat up in bed quickly once it registered in your mind. holy fuck, i love saebyeok. 

- after this, you were terrified that she would somehow be able to read your mind. you truly cared for her so much and that’s why you decided to keep your feelings a secret, you didn’t want to scare her away and completely lose your best friend. 

- saebyeok remained cool around you, deciding that telling you about her feelings or acting upon them was completely out of the question. she didn’t want you to think she was a freak and truthfully she couldn’t handle losing you as you had come to be one of the most important people in her life. 

- to the other person, you both seemed to be acting completely normal. meanwhile, you were both extremely worried that the other person would somehow be able to tell that something was different.

- honestly the fact that the other person seemed neutral was just another reason for the two of you to keep your secret. 

- you didn’t notice how often saebyeok stared at you, her facial features softening as she watched in awe as you just completed simple daily tasks. she smiled more, and found it extremely hard not to laugh along while you were caught in a fit of laughter. she found you beautiful when you were unaware, either focused intensely on a book or bending down to pet a stray cat. she felt mesmerized by your presence, every story you told was captivating simply because it was coming from your voice. everything about you felt beautiful and terrifying; beautiful because you simply were and terrifying because it was new, strange, and at last there was something at stake, losing you. to saebyeok that was unthinkable, impossible, so she admired you in secret, thanking the stars for placing you in her life. (something she had learned from you, which was sharing your secrets and hopes and wishes with the moon and the stars.)

- she had told the moon and the stars all about you, and if only they could speak, they would tell her that you’ve been talking to them about her too.

- to you, saebyeok was the best thing to ever happen to you. she truly was your best friend and she meant the world to you. you found her endearing in the way that sometimes it was hard for her to meet your eyes when she was talking about something serious, her laugh was always sudden and adorable, and her sarcasm and jokes are so subtle sometimes you have to admire how clever she is. 

- she was never very vocally affectionate, which was normal for saebyeok but just another reason why you convinced yourself she would never feel the same about you. in contrast, words of affirmation is one of your love languages and you always believe life is too short to not tell people how you feel (ironic, right?) so you always want to make sure that the people in your life feel valued and loved. 

- so imagine saebyeok’s reaction when you casually mention that you love her one day in the middle of hanging out. 

- you were feeling more stressed than usual as you had a ton of school work to do, you were behind on your house tasks, and overall just having a bad day. saebyeok had come to your rescue and silently began organizing your notes for you and tidying the things you had left. she even brought a meal for you and you were stunned and grateful, not knowing what to say until you finally just went “i seriously love you.” 

- saebyeok instantly froze with her back turned to you, her hand in mid air as she was moving to put away a clean mug. saying those words felt normal to you as you always expressed your love for those you cared about. however, after a beat of silence, you suddenly felt like you had exposed a secret and instantly became a nervous wreck. 

- your face got so red and in that moment you were so thankful that saebyeok wasn’t facing you. her heart felt like it had fully stopped and honestly she was just glad she didn’t drop and break your mug. her eyebrows drew together and she slowly turned to look at you as you became a sputtering mess. 

- “i mean obviously, right? because you’re my friend, you’re my BEST friend sae, so obviously i love you because you’re my friend and i love my friends, you know? if you’re friends with someone you love them like... like of course you love your friends... and your family too, that’s important.” 

- anyone with eyes and ears would be able to tell how nervous and flustered you were except saebyeok apparently.

- of course. saebyeok slowly nodded, her facial expression unreadable. hearing you say those words just confirmed everything even more for her, and for a brief moment she wished you had meant it differently, but she swallowed hard and forced herself to bury the thought. it wasn’t good for her to feel like that and to get her hopes up. 

- you gave her a weak smile which she attempted to return before turning away from you once again. it didn’t reach her eyes, and you feared in that moment that you might’ve begun to lose her friendship. 

- truth be told you were both just falling for each other even more. 

- there was another instance one evening when you and saebyeok were heading to a market. upon arrival it was pretty busy and chaotic. you began to feel a bit anxious with all of the people around, and saebyeok could sense that because she knew you best. when the smile left your face and your breathing started to quicken as you squeezed through a crowd of people, saebyeok reached her hand out and carefully linked her pinky with yours. the action made you literally stumble and saebyeok stopped short to check on you, silently worrying that she might have done something wrong or went too far. your heart was beating faster now, not from the anxiety but from saebyeok’s gesture. 

- “are you okay?” she inquired, scanning your face and trying not to let her nervousness show.

- you gulped and nodded quickly, a little too quickly as it caused saebyeok to look at you with concern. 

- “sure?” she pressed, speaking quietly yet sternly. she searched for any sign you might give telling her that she went too far, or maybe not far enough.

- you nodded once more, giving her the genuine smile that always made her heart flutter. once you continued on, you both kept your pinkies linked together. 

- saebyeok convinced herself you were just being polite when you memorized her favorite drink order and brought her one to surprise her every once in a while. 

- you convinced yourself that saebyeok was just practicing active listening skills every time she stared intently at you while you were speaking. 

- whenever you were having a bad day, you would vent to saebyeok about it. while she listened she would just stare at you and she couldn’t help but smile, no matter what you talked about you had a habit of sounding so passionate and you would start to speak so fast, you also had a habit of being funny without trying to and sae tried really hard to always hold back her laughs but sometimes she was not successful. it wasn’t her fault that you were so! damn! cute!

- if you caught her smiling during your rant you would pause and raise your eyebrows at her. “saebyeok, is this funny to you? is my pain funny to you?” 

- she would shake her head despite the smile on her lips, unable to make it disappear. honestly you kinda loved it, but you didn’t love the way your face was still burning red minutes after the interaction.  

- you began to tell her that you loved her more and more, because you did and you meant it and honestly, saying it just felt natural. 

- “have a good night, love you!” when you were parting ways

- “oh my god, sae i love you” when you were in the middle of laughing so hard neither of you could breathe

- “you’re a life saver, i love you” when she reminded you about that assignment you nearly forgot. 

- those three words were nearly a common occurance now, slipping out of your mouth without a second thought. however, every single time they were spoken you still stole a glance at saebyeok, and every single time she would still freeze as it caught her off guard. you failed to recognize how flustered it made the girl, as her cheeks always turned pink and her next spoken words were always being stuttered out. 

- sometimes you would have “low confidence days,” and saebyeok would listen quietly as you vented to her. once finished, she would simply look you in the eyes and mutter “you’re so pretty.”

- this admittedly went on for a few months, both of your feelings only growing stronger but at that point you were both completely convinced that the other person didn’t feel the same way. 

- if only honesty and communication existed, right?

- it all came to a head one night when you were hanging out. it was late and you had already done everything the two of you had planned to do that day, yet neither of you were ready to part ways yet. 

- so instead of parting ways, you sat outside on a curb underneath a streetlight. it was a quiet night, and you were making up stories and assumptions about the people who happened to pass you by. it was one of the things the two of you had started to do when you first became friends, when you both knew you enjoyed the other’s company but it was still too early to open up and have any vulnerable conversations. you sat side by side, both with your legs crossed and your knees just barely touching. 

- the closeness always made saebyeok feel nervous. you were too pretty, too lovely, too good to the point where it felt difficult to handle. 

- a comfortable silence had set before two people, a guy and a girl, maybe the same age as yourself and saebyeok, had come into your vision. they were too far away for you to be able to hear their conversation clearly, but you perked up to pay attention so you could continue your game with sae. 

- you watched intently and found yourself smiling as your eyes followed the pair. the guy must have said something because the girl laughed suddenly, resulting in the guy tripping over his own feet and quickly trying to recover. the girl stared up above at the night sky as they walked, while the guy only stared at her. 

- you found it cute, but something about it also made your heart hurt. you looked to saebyeok, who was staring down at her shoes. you nudged saebyeok gently, lightly pressing your elbow against her arm so she would look up and see the pair as well. 

- you watched quietly for a moment longer, noting the girl’s oblivion towards the guy’s behavior and his constant flustered nature. you found yourself speaking quietly, both yourself and saebyeok still watching as they disappeared from your sight. 

- “those two are best friends,” you began, “but he’s in love with her and he’s too afraid to tell her.” 

- saebyeok felt her heart begin to quicken. her eyes remained glued to where the couple previously was, even though they were now long gone. she couldn’t look at you now, not after you said that. if she looked at you, you would know, and that couldn’t happen. 

- you wished your best friend would speak and add on somehow, giving you some sort of hint that your feelings weren’t hopeless. you constantly willed yourself not to get your hopes up but sitting under the dim light with only the desire to be with saebyeok, you couldn’t help it any longer. 

- something about the silence that fell now felt strained, as if it were filled with the tension of months worth of thoughts and feelings you were both holding back. saebyeok remained quiet, her facial expression unreadable again as she remained outwardly cool, but on the inside she was panicking. she felt paranoid now, paranoid that you had figured out how she felt and this was your way of confronting her. 

- you turned your head to look at her, beautiful under the dim light just as she always was. you suddenly felt all too aware of the closeness and you released a deep breath, forcing your gaze away from her. 

- you began to feel stressed now, uncomfortable with the quiet. “saebyeok, say something,” you urged her, as if everything depended on her response to your made up assumption about two random people you didn’t even know.

- saebyeok hummed thoughtfully, taking an interest in her shoes once again. she had to think, fast. but how could she when you were sitting so close, whispering her name, constantly glancing at her, and waiting impatiently for her response? saebyeok realized you didn’t sound angry, and she felt herself relax a little. instead, it was almost as if you sounded... hopeful? no no no, don’t spiral down that path. 

- “sae,” you spoke again. the other girl nodded this time and you were nearly holding your breath, looking to her in anticipation. 

- “that must suck,” saebyeok finally answered, and she knew, truly, that it did indeed suck. 

- “you have no idea.”

- as the words left your mouth, you froze. you didn’t mean to say it. you only meant to think it. obviously. but yet, you did say it, and now you were panicking, and your face was burning, and is it hot or is it cold? you couldn’t tell honestly, you could only feel your heart hammering in your chest. you told yourself you should look away now and save yourself the embarrassment, but your eyes remained on your best friend. 

- saebyeok thought she misheard you. perhaps you just meant something else and she misunderstood, or you were talking about something different. she moved before she could decide whether or not it was a good idea, slowly turning her head to look at you. she looked as though she was in disbelief, and her eyes looked sad yet hopeful. she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach when she met your gaze, but she felt careful now, like she was treading lightly. 

“what do you mean?” saebyeok asked, speaking carefully. her voice came out quieter than she anticipated. 

- oh god oh god oh god oh god this is not a drill

- your eyes were locked now and god okay it’s now or never

- “you know i love you, sae.” you answered her softly. you watched her carefully now and you absolutely could not mistake the way her eyes lit up when the words left your mouth. it was quick but this time you caught it, and in a moment of bravery, it was all the confirmation you needed. 

- saebyeok nodded once, not breaking the eye contact though she tried to remain calm despite feeling like she was going to lose!!! her!!!!!!! mind!!!!!!! because hellooooo??? what on earth is happening here. “i know,” saebyeok confirmed. “best friends, right?”

- you nodded earnestly. “yes,” you replied, and then instantly shook your head. “no,” you switched. 

- saebyeok’s eyebrows drew together and she wondered if you could hear how fast her heart was beating. she was always good at keeping her composure, no matter what type of situation she was in, so she knew that all she had to do now was be careful and remain neutral and- 

- “i do love you, sae, you mean a lot to me...” you continued

- and nope cannot do it, saebyeok suddenly stood up quickly from where she was sitting next to you on the curb. she wiped the palms of her hands excessively on her jeans and took a step backwards, nearly faltering as she did so. 

- “what the heck are you doing?” you questioned, watching her nearly stumble over her own feet, which honestly caught you off guard because that little falter was so unlike the saebyeok you knew, your saebyeok. “sae, listen, because if i don’t say it now i won’t ever be able to.”

- you sighed and got onto your feet, stepping so you were standing in front of the taller girl. saebyeok watched you carefully, for a first time finding it difficult to stand still. by the way you were speaking and acting she was nearly so sure that maybe her hope hadn’t been misplaced after all. everything was happening all at once, the butterflies, the flushing of the face, her hammering heart and oh god was she about to faint? are there two of you? because how was she supposed to focus on anything EVER when you looked like THAT and you were looking AT her like THAT and- 

- “sae... i do... love you.” you spoke slowly, placing careful emphasis on certain words to distinguish the meaning now from how you would normally say it to her. you were absolutely terrified, yet relief flooded through your body at saebyeok’s reaction. 

- a few seconds passed as she let your words settle in her mind. maybe she really did faint and this was some sort of dream because there was absolutely no way that her best friend, her person, the prettiest girl to exist, the one she trusted the most in the world, was confessing her love. but yet, there you were, staring up at her expectantly with a worried expression and a shy smile. 

- this, the moment saebyeok didn’t dare even allow herself to daydream about, was actually happening. she opened her mouth to speak but she stammered, the only thing actually coming out being a quiet “um-”

- so instead, saebyeok reached out her hand and linked her pinky with yours. it was a simple gesture, one that had been normal between the two of you for awhile now, but you now understood it’s meaning. overcome with emotion and overwhelmed with relief, you laughed, nearly scaring an extremely nervous saebyeok, but after a moment a genuine smile appeared on her face. you stood there then, under the dim streetlight, pinkies linked, laughing over all the months you had both spent in complete agony, oblivious to the other person’s feelings. 

- saebyeok didn’t think of it as time wasted though, because it was still time well spent with her best friend, the girl she loved, and now every moment of secretly pining was worth it. more than worth it, because now she didn’t just have to look at you like you meant the entire world to her, now she could actually tell you. 

- once the laughing settled, saebyeok piped up. “but as a friend, right?” she questioned, looking at you seriously. she contained her smile well and you attempted to shove her off of the curb, forgetting your pinkies were linked so she just pulled you along as well. 

- after the confession, it still took saebyeok some time to warm up to being more verbally and physically affectionate, but you didn’t mind because you knew she expressed her love in other ways, such as linking her pinky with yours when you were anxious, reminding you of your assignments, and helping you to clean up. (the first time she told you that she loved you, the poor girl was so flustered it was like she had forgotten you were dating and that you literally confessed to being in love with her.)

- you both support each other so much and of course you’re still best friends, (best friends who are dating and kiss) you both consider yourselves to be so lucky and always make sure that the other person feels appreciated. your happiest of days are spent together. 

- the night you finally confessed your feelings, you ended up sitting back down on the curb, knees touching this time, and spent a few more hours just enjoying being with the other person and talking about everything. 

- that night, instead of feeling it in secret, you both told the stars and the moon together. 

[delicrieux]

—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”. 

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing.  word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie​:  y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!” 

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

queen rly went from  🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing. 

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.” 

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live 

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜 

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall. 

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets. 

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout. 

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times  u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

[inkykeiji]

Many sad thoughts running through my head but I can imagine Dabi having trust issues as you and the other anon saying. Him being afraid of getting left behind. I feel like he would say “I didn’t mean to say I love you” at some point because that’s a type of vulnerable he doesn’t want to be but it’s just one of many thoughts

AHHHHHHHH anon anon why must u hurt me like this?????? pls my whole heart just broke at this and i uhhhhh wrote 1.7k words about it,,,

❅ cw: soft dabi, angst, rly sappy ❅

It seems to happen at the most random of times. It isn’t like the movies, isn’t ever after some profound incident or momentous occurrence shared between the two of you—no, it’s always right after the most mundane things; after he catches you brushing your teeth in a cute matching set of panties and a tank top, sticking out your tongue at him, mouth full of foamy white toothpaste; after he finds you curled up on the couch buried under a fluffy blanket, nothing more than a lump and a head as your eyes rapidly scan the pages of the book in front of you, entirely absorbed in whatever world it’s built for you; after he walks into the kitchen to see you by the sink washing a few dishes, hips swaying and head nodding as you hum along to whatever song is blasting through your headphones.

But God, does it hit him like a motherfucking bus every single time, punches him in the stomach without warning, knocks the breath straight out of him.

He’s usually good at keeping it to himself, usually able to swallow it back down when those three little words begin to creep up his throat, dancing on the back of his tongue and restricting his breathing.

But eventually, he messes up.

You had started it, right after you had finished sprinkling the pizza stone with some flour while he was rolling out the dough, wiping your powdery fingers down his t-shirt, then swiping a thumb across his cheekbone, leaving a streak of white flour painted in its path, a little mischievous smile on your face and glint in your eyes.

He retaliates immediately, grabbing a pinch of flour from the bag and flicking it right in your face.

“Dabi!” you gasp, but your shoulders are shaking with silent laughter as you wipe at your face, fingers only managing to leave more strokes of the substance instead of clearing it. Your hand dives into the bag, grasping a handful of flour, inhaling deeply—enough to expand your entire chest—before blowing air out of your mouth, casting tiny, thick explosions of white at him, speckling his shirt and dusting his inky hair.

“Oh, you little brat,”

And, fuck, you look so goddamn beautiful, giggles ringing out around the room, flour strewn in your messy, tousled hair, smears of it across your cheeks and neck, sprinkled on your clothes, eyes bright and breathing laboured with exhilaration as you daintily leap away from him.

They’re bubbling up in his chest, those three stupid little words, climbing up, up, up his throat to settle on his tongue, light and sweet, floating in his mouth like candy floss and melting on his tongue only to be resurrected by another one of your giggles, or playful yelps, or squeals of his name.

And he’s too preoccupied to remember to swallow them down, to chew and chomp on them until he’s crushed them into a thousand tiny pieces as he chases you around the kitchen while you throw clouds of flour at each other, too enraptured by the soft, cute, precious sounds he’s endlessly pulling from you, too hellbent on hearing more, a man possessed.

Because he hasn’t laughed like this in ages, isn’t sure he’s ever laughed like this in his entire life, and they just slip out, when he finally catches you, chest heaving a bit from the thrill of it all as large hands curl around your shoulders.

“God, I love you,”

They’re muttered softly, just a huff of breath, really, blanketed by his laughs and yours, and you nearly miss them.

Nearly.

And then, everything stops. Your laughs abruptly cut off, and he wishes he’d have missed the sharp intake of breath you inhale through your mouth, lips parted slightly, wide eyes staring at him as your body freezes up, going rigid in his grasp, feet fused to the floor.

He stops, too, lets go of you so quickly you’d think your skin burnt his palms through the thin material of your shirt, sapphire eyes growing wide—wider than you’ve ever seen them before—as his mind catches up with his mouth, stumbling a few steps back from you.

He wants to say something, anything, but his voice is caught in his chest, fading into pathetic squeaks of breath any time he tries to force a few words out. And it aches, heart pounding almost painfully against his ribcage, breathing shallow—almost ceased completely—as he stares unblinking at you, sharp, tingling anxiety flooding his veins.

And you—well, you’re staring at him with this look in your eyes, something that he can’t decipher, and it makes his stomach lurch. It’s a look he’s never seen before, your eyes shining as you gaze at him, almost glittering as you stare at him, unmoving, unbreathing, unexplainable. Are you upset? Angry? Disgusted? Stunned? A combination of all four? None at all?

The fact that he can’t tell, that he doesn’t know, when he prides himself on being able to read others so insanely well, ignites flames of anger that alight his entire body, right to the tips of his fingers and his toes, blazing straight through the anxiety and simmering in his chest, eyes hardening as they glare back at you.

A beat passes, your ears ringing from the thick, tense silence draped over the room, and then he’s pushing past you roughly with a choked snarl that sounds a little like a mix between a sob and a growl, and storming out of the kitchen.

He’s cut off all communication entirely, has been ignoring you for a few days now, only leaving his bedroom out of absolute necessity and refusing to answer any of your countless texts that have been collecting on his lockscreen, refusing to even touch his phone. He doesn’t want to see what you have to say, desperately tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care, that he isn’t scared of what your messages might reveal, isn’t terrified of that impending rejection he’s so sure is lurking on the horizon.

But there’s only so long he can keep avoiding you before you finally catch him in the kitchen, just past three in the morning, fixing himself a late-night snack.

“Oh, thank God,”

He whirls around at the sound of your voice, cobalt eyes gaping for a moment before narrowing into sharp slits an instant later.

“Dabi, listen—”

“No,” he growls, eyes flashing. “You listen, I don’t want to fucking talk about it, alright?”

Leaping in front of him, you block his path, prohibiting him from leaving the kitchen and speaking quickly. “Yeah? Well I do!”

“I don’t care,” he spits viciously, the ache throbbing deep in his chest—at the very core of his body—reminding him otherwise. “There’s nothing to talk about, anyway! It’s not like I meant them,”

And that—that gets you to stop, tripping a little over your own feet as you stumble back like he’s physically slapped you, a soft, hurt little whimper getting caught in the back of your throat as tears rapidly pool in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Wh-What?”

He glares down at you, molars grinding together as his nose twitches.

I didn’t mean to say I love you.

What a pathetic fucking sentence—it’s almost laughable, the corners of his lips quirking up in a sardonic little grin. Your breath hitches, and his shoulders tense at the sound.

‘You aren’t supposed to know I love you’ is much more accurate, his mind sneers at him. Coward. Fucking coward.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says, though his voice is beginning to quiver, trembling hands curling into tight fists in an effort to stop it, short nails biting into the flesh of his palm as the skin stretched taut over his knuckles turns bone white.

“Didn’t mean what?” you whisper, glistening tears finally spilling over and streaming down your cheeks, leaving gleaming trails of salt water behind them. “Say it, Dabi,”

He’s got his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head, knows if he opens them, if he looks at you, that he’ll break, shatter into a thousand pieces, split himself open at the very core of his body and bare his entire soul to you.

“Look at me,” you demand softly.

His jaw flexes once, slowly exhaling out his nose.

“Dabi, look at me,” a pause. “Please?”

“No.”

“W-Why?” the word escapes your lips in a little whine, broken up by your sniffles.

You know why.

But it’s those little half-sobs, the ones that keep catching painfully in your chest, that do it, interspersed with your soft whimpers as you plead with him—please, open your eyes, just look at me for a second, please!

Unable to stand it any longer, his lids finally rise, slowly revealing sparkling sapphire, glowering at you, his harsh gaze protected by a thin shield of water.

He hates this, hates not having control over his own fucking body, over his own fucking thoughts, hates the unfamiliarity of it all, of the unpleasant fluttering in his stomach and burning in his throat, swallowing thickly past the hard lump that’s formed, constricting his breathing.

Revolting, his inner voice snarls at him. You’re weak, letting some stupid little girl get to you like this, as if you even—

Your touch silences the voice, cutting it off midsentence, his whole body flinching at the soft, small hand resting so tenderly against the curve of his face, subconsciously nuzzling his cheek into your palm a second later, eyes slipping shut again.

“Dabi,” you begin, and something has changed. You no longer sound hurt, no longer sound wounded, your voice gentle and—

No. No, no, no, this can’t be happening to him right now. Panic grips his heart, puncturing it with its claws, sending blistering, sharp pain searing through his chest and slicing him open, raw and vulnerable.

“Please, don’t,” he whispers, words tumbling from his lips without his permission, voice frail, fragile, broken.

Don’t. He doesn’t want to hear them, doesn’t need to hear them, can’t bear to hear them—not if they’re false, fake, uttered out of misplaced pity and sympathy.

“I love you, too,”

A pathetic hiccup gets caught in his throat and he chokes on it, chest stuttering as he shakes his head, lids clenching tightly against the unfamiliar sting of tears, lips pressed together firmly to stifle the tiny distressed sounds that keep crawling up his throat, trying to escape.

There’s no way, she’s lying, how could she ever—

“Yes,” you whisper, thumb caressing his jaw. “I love you, too,”

[weasleylangs]

swipe right / f.w

Summary: Finding your best friend and your biggest crush on Tinder is always awkward.  Pairing: Muggle!Fred Weasley x Muggle!Fem!Reader Warnings: Discussions of sex, language, alcohol, food/drink mention.  Word Count: 6.9k (this is the longest thing i’ve ever written)

AUTHORS NOTE / hiiiii... this is my first fic in SO long but thank you for waiting for me!!! a huge thank you to my lovely rosie @spacexcowgirl for inspiring this fic and also listening to me ramble on about it for hours on end as i was writing it and for also beta reading it guys this fic rly wouldnt exist if it wasnt for rose so.........

/ also, george’s girlfriend in the fic is named ‘em’ and she has no physical description besides also using she/her pronouns. i’m trying this out so even people who aren’t (primarily) fred simps can self insert in this fic!!!

taglist / @amourtentiaa​ @weelittleweasley​ @lumos-barnes​​ @lumosandnoxwriting​​ @loveboyhalo​​ @harrysweasleys​​ @freds-slut​​ @rcwenaclaw​​ @barneswidow​ @fandomhideout​​​

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Y/N stared at her screen, the Tinder profile of Fred Weasley staring right back at her, teasing her ominously. She eventually decides to lock her phone to avoid the familiar and unwelcomed feelings rising in her throat. The last thing she ever expected to see during her mindless swiping at 1am was her best friend’s Tinder profile. 

She knows it’s hypocritical to feel this way but she’s also not stupid. She and Fred both have had their fair share of dates and hookups thanks to dating apps- they’re in the twenties and single after all. But she can’t shake how weird she feels finding Fred. Like she’s stumbled across something private.

Y/N unlocks her phone again, curiosity eventually making her cave after staring at her ceiling blankly for way too long. 

‘Pros: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that's a good thing). Cons: I’m an Aries (I’ve been told that’s a bad thing).’

It’s a short and simple bio, much like her own but she has to stifle a choked laugh. She and George’s girlfriend have said these to both the twins and she feels a sense of accomplishment that she can’t explain. Almost like Fred thinking of her while he sets up his dating profile means something. 

She hesitates a moment, debating between swiping left and never thinking about Fred and dating profiles ever again and swiping right just to see what happens. Y/N’s definitely making it a bigger issue than it has to be, which is why she doesn’t realise when George’s girlfriend and her roommate suddenly appears in her doorway holding chocolate.

“Em, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow?” She questions and the girl in the doorway shrugs, making her way into the room and sitting down without an invitation.

“I can vaguely hear you monologuing next door,” she laughs as she breaks a line of chocolate off the bar and hands it to Y/N. She groans, in her moment of panic she completely forgot about the fact it’s late and their bedroom walls are paper-thin. “All I heard was something about Fred and the word fuck. I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” she winks and Y/N cringes, Em’s usual 15-year-old boy humour shining through as she pops the piece of chocolate in her mouth. 

“You’re hilarious,” Y/N says rolling her eyes but she can’t deny the fondness that’s there for her best friend. “No, you’re not interrupting anything, rather the opposite actually, look.” She passes her unlocked phone to Em and Y/N wishes she could have captured the shocked look on Em's face.

“Fred has a fucking active Tinder?” She’s quickly swiping through his profile and she hates to admit he has good pictures, but when she gets to his bio she snorts and rolls her eyes. “That’s something you say, Y/N.” 

Y/N feels her face go red at Em’s comment. She’s acknowledged this already but when someone else says it she feels like she isn’t being as far fetched as she’s convinced herself. While she outright refuses to acknowledge her feelings for Fred to anyone who isn’t herself, she knows Em knows without having to tell her. Call it best friend instinct, ‘dating-his-twin-brother’ instinct, whatever she pleases, which is why when there’s a mischievous glint in Em’s eyes, Y/N immediately is reaching for her phone. “No.”

Em whines, rolling onto her back. “Why not, you’re so boring!” 

“I am not swiping right on Frederick fucking Weasley.” She feels her face becoming warmer as she says it. Em gives her a look as if to say ‘I believe you’ with a glint in her eye that makes Y/N know she doesn’t. “I’m just never going to open the app again!”

Em rolls her eyes but the fond smile on her face is unmistakable. “And do what, love?” 

Y/N falters for a second before shrugging. “Not perceive his profile. It’ll be gone into the abyss of people who live in London and I’ll never think about it again.” She’s smiling, thinking she’s concocted the most perfect plan.

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It wasn’t the most perfect plan, for when Y/N is hanging out with Fred two days later she’s faced yet again with the ‘Tinder Predicament’ as dubbed by Em. Fred and Y/N are sitting in their favourite park, the new spring weather of London on their skin as they soak up the friendly sun rays after a harsh winter. Y/N is laying on her stomach, the book open but she’s barely reading as she pretends to listen to Fred ramble on about only God knows what. 

It’s 11am, not too early for the park to be empty but busy enough that other people are turning up, mostly couples. Y/N tunes Fred out, quickly getting lost in her own thoughts. Do other people think we’re a couple? she thinks to herself. She knows if Em could read her mind she’d say yes and Y/N is quick to push the thought out of her mind. 

Everything is interrupted when her phone lights up with a ‘You’ve got a new match!’ notification and before she can hide it from prying eyes, Fred’s wolf-whistling. 

“You’ve got dating apps, do ya, Y/L/N?” he teases and Y/N wants the Earth to swallow her up, she can’t think of a worse situation to be in. 

“Yeah, don’t you?” The second the words leave her mouth she regrets them. Fred’s smirking at her, a signature smirk of his he only does when she knows he’s up to something. Unfortunately for her, she is on the receiving end of that something.

“Something along the lines of ‘looking for a golden retriever boy?’. Ring any bells, darling?” Y/N feels her blood drain from her body and Fred releases a laugh that can only be described as a full-body chortle. “You know I have one, darling. Besides, you popped up last night. I already knew.” 

Y/N groans. This shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it feels but it’s Fred and knowing Fred has seen her dating profile was low on her wishes for this week, or for her entire life for that matter. 

“Did you at least swipe right on me?” 

It’s said with a teasing manner, falling right out of Y/N’s mouth before she can stop it. Her curiosity always gets the best of her and she wants to kick herself for it. But she doesn’t even notice Fred’s slight falter, the red tint kissing his cheeks and emphasising the freckles across his face at the comment. “You’ll have to swipe right on me to find out.” 

She can’t tell if he’s joking. But Fred is always joking. So she laughs and pushes him slightly, “If I come across your Tinder profile, I’m reporting it.” 

“It would be a blessing from the universe for you to come across my dating profile. I’m sure you’d appreciate my bio.” 

“Let me guess. ‘6’3 if it matters’?” Fred scowls looking down at her and she knows she looks way too proud for that comment but she doesn’t care and after a few seconds, Fred doesn’t care either. He starts to feel a small shred of jealousy from knowing Y/N has a Tinder profile, but he swallows it, tabling it for later when he isn’t with her.

“Why do you have the app?” He blurts out, annoyed at himself for letting it slip out. “Just… Curious, y’know?” He adds on when he notices Y/N looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. He doesn’t really want to know, but the words are out there and the cute scrunch of Y/N’s nose as she thinks of an answer almost makes it worth it.

“Male validation, mostly,” she laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck when she hears Fred laugh along with her. “I don’t know, Freddie.” She says, exasperatedly. “I barely use it. What about you?”

“Sex, if I’m honest.” Now it’s his turn to awkwardly laugh because he knows he answered that way too quickly and a little too honest for his own comfort. Y/N’s been his best friend for years, probably knows him best besides George but she didn’t really need to know he uses his Tinder profile to hook up with people. 

When Y/N doesn’t respond immediately, Fred takes it badly. He knows she would never judge him, not about anything and especially not this, but his thoughts get the best of him and sometimes he can’t help it. He has no idea Y/N is in her own head, jealous other girls get to hold Fred at a distance closer than she ever will. 

He clears his throat and checks his phone to see no notifications besides a direct message from Lee Jordan. He knows George isn’t expecting him home- cursing his brother when he remembers George demanded the flat to himself (and in turn, also Em) today for a few hours. “Hey, uh. I’ve gotta go. Emergency with George apparently.” 

He knows he shouldn’t have lied, it’s not even a good lie but it was the first thing he thought of. He notices Y/N’s eyebrows furrow before she shrugs, nodding before closing her book. “That’s okay, I was getting tired anyway. I might pop back to my flat for a nap.” 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Fred asks and his chest feels warm when Y/N meets his face with a smile. 

“Of course, Freddie.” 

She watches Fred leave, her thoughts getting the best of her. She knows for a fact there is no ‘George emergency’- she knows George is with Em probably being sick and in love and she’s sure Fred knows this too. The realisation Fred made an excuse to not spend time with her hits her like a truck, her mind frantically searching for what she could’ve possibly done to upset her best friend. 

“Fuck,” she whispers to herself, the second she realises.

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To: Em > if you come home tonight dont mind me being drunk x 

Y/N sends the text as she stands in the kitchen, pouring herself her second glass of wine before it has even hit 6pm. On her way home, she stopped by the liquor store, picked up her favourite wine and decided to drink away the anxieties of upsetting Fred.

From: Em > ill be home. ill pick up chinese on the way. save me some wine!!! x

She smiles down at her phone, knowing Em would always be there without even realising it. She sits down on their couch and turns on the television- old reruns of early 2000s sitcoms playing on almost every channel. 

It’s 20 minutes late when Em turns up. She’s nursing the Chinese food as if it’s a child as she tries to unlock the front door without dropping the food or her bottle of wine. She smiles proudly at Y/N the second she gets in, putting the food on the table before she grabs her own wine glass. 

“What happened today?” 

Y/N is caught off guard but she shouldn’t be shocked. She doesn’t usually drink and when she does, it’s very rarely without Em. “Nothing’s wrong!” she says, skulling the rest of her wine when Em gives her a knowing look.

“You were with Fred today and now you’re sad drinking. What happened?” Usually, she loves when Em is her all-knowing best friend, but right now she wishes she’d shut up. 

“Nothing happened!” She’s adamant to not say too much. She knows it’s probably all in her head, that she and Fred will be fine in a few days but when Em gives her one more knowing look, she breaks. “Okay, fine. I think I upset him today.” 

Em’s confused, to say the least. Fred, for as long as she has known him, has never been upset with Y/N- even on accident. She has the tall redhead wrapped around her finger. “How?” she questions, because she truly can’t think of a single thing that Y/N could do to hurt him. 

Em places Y/N’s food in front of her when she starts speaking. “We were talking about Tinder- don’t give me that look he saw a notification and it came up and he asked why I had it. I said I don’t know and when I asked him, he said he uses it for sex,” Y/N says softly, pouring herself another glass of wine before continuing. “I didn’t say anything when he said that, because… Well… You know why.” 

Em does know. She knew the second she became Y/N’s roommate their first year of University that she had feelings for Fred and she knew immediately Fred liked her too but Y/N’s never believed her. “You think he got upset you didn’t say anything about sex?” 

“I think he thinks I was being judgemental.” Em sighs at Y/N’s response. She loves both her best friends- they’re her favourite people besides George but she knows they can be idiots. They sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the forks against their Chinese containers before Em grab’s Y/N’s phone, unlocking it.

“Well if Fred’s using Tinder for sex, so should you!” she says matter-of-factly and when Y/N groans from the kitchen sink, Em speaks again. “It’s true! He likes you but won’t tell you, you like him but won’t tell anyone! Who’s a good meaningless shag going to hurt?” 

That’s how they end up in Em’s bed, cuddling under the duvet with ice cream and Y/N’s Tinder profile open on her phone. “You’re so fucking picky, holy shit,” Em says when Y/N scrunches her nose up at the sixth consecutive guy. “It’s a shag, not a hand in marriage, love.”

“They don’t do it for me!” Y/N is avoiding the elephant in the room- that she’s comparing every guy that pops up to Fred. “I have to be attracted to them for this meaningless shag you’re preaching about… See, he’s cute!” His name’s Cormac, he’s 21 so only a few years younger than Y/N and he’s not bad looking. 

“He looks like a douchebag!” Em exclaims and Y/N groans. 

“You told me to stop being picky!” 

“Stop being picky doesn’t mean saying yes to the first conventionally attractive guy we see!” Em exclaims as she swipes left on poor Cormac. Y/N gets up to pour herself and Em one more glass of wine each and she hears Em starting giggling to herself when the new profile shows up, hiding the phone from Y/N’s eyes when she walks over. Without even questioning Y/N, Em swipes right and immediately she starts howling laughing. 

‘New Match!’ the screen reads and Y/N feels her breath hitch when snatches the phone from Em’s hands and she sees who she matched with.

Fred, 24. 2km away.

“I remembered after dinner, you said he told you to swipe right to see what he did,” Em says proudly, and Y/N regrets even mentioning it to Em offhandedly. Y/N’s eyes are transfixed on the tiny screen. There’s no way he seriously swiped right, she’s sure it’s only a joke- people jokingly match with their friends all the time. “So here you go, Freddie swiped right on my lil Y/N/N.” 

Y/N shakes her head at this. “I’m sure he only did it as a joke. People do that when they find their friends on Tinder all the time!” she says, sitting back down on the bed and cuddling up next to Em. “You were telling me to swipe right on him last night, after all.” 

Em looks at Y/N and sighs, clearly sensing how uncomfortable Y/N is feeling right now from the confrontation of her feelings for Fred. “I was telling you to swipe right because I know you’re in love with him,” she says softly, not missing the way Y/N’s eyes soften at the mention of her feelings for Fred. “I’m sorry if I’d known-”

“Don’t apologise! I’m just going to ignore the fact we matched,” she says softly, unlocking her phone and immediately exiting from Fred’s profile. The tension from a few moments ago quickly dissipates as Y/N receives another match, this time from a boy named Neville who Y/N knows is friends with Fred’s little brother. 

“When did you swipe on Nev?” Em asks and Y/N shrugs. She knows she probably did it to be funny, like what she thinks Fred’s done to her, but the more she thinks about it, Neville isn’t a bad match. He’s nice, friendly and now he’s in his twenties, he isn’t bad looking either.  

“Nev’s sweet. If he asked me out I’d say yes.” She says. She isn’t lying- there’s been times she’s considered going on dates to avoid her feelings for Fred, to get over him once and for all but whenever it gets to that point, she chickens out. “I know you want a meaningless shag, but I think maybe a date would be a good idea. You know?”

Em nods, pulling Y/N closer to cuddle her and suddenly feeling bad about preaching for meaningless sex. “Maybe you’re more of a date before shagging kind of girl, and that’s okay.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” 

-----

Em’s fast asleep and Y/N’s overthinking next to her when she gets a message from a match. Y/N rolls her eyes when she sees the time reads 2am; knowing whoever's messaging at this time is just looking for a booty call but she opens the notification nonetheless.

From: Fred > i can be a golden retriever boy :) 

She smiles at the message, Fred’s presence always does that to her. She never expected him to message her on tinder considering she’s convinced it was just a joke swipe right, but this is probably just a joking message too. She checks his bio is still the same Aries joke before quickly replying.  

To: Fred > good thing im a big aries fan then ;)  > how tall are you though? im sure youre well aware it matters

She hopes Fred laughs at her messages because making Fred laugh is her favourite pastime. The three dots signalling Fred’s typing pops up and her heart starts to race.

From: Fred

> im 7’5 if its that important :/ 

She giggles and when doesn’t know how to reply after that, she exits out of their messages, but it’s not like she has to keep a conversation with Fred going. She’s trying to think of a funny message to send Fred when she gets another message; this time from Neville.

From: Neville > hi Y/N! i hope this isnt a weird time to message you, i just finished grading some work. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime this week? we were kind of friends at school, after all, and it’ll be nice to catch up :) 

The message from Neville is sweet, and she almost feels guilty reading it. Attached is his number and everything and Y/N feels her throat closing up. She would feel terrible going on a date with Neville despite what she claimed earlier, knowing her heart currently belongs to Fred. 

But Fred’s lack of interest in her is eating at her as much as her own feelings for him do, and she knows she deserves better than to sit around and wait for him any longer. If Em was awake the date would already be confirmed, she knows that much so she decides to say yes to Neville, to at least put herself out there. She can imagine the little Devil version of Em dancing on her shoulder as she begins to type out a reply to Neville.

She doesn’t even think to look at who it’s being sent to before clicking send. But by then it’s too late- she doesn’t even know how she ended up back in Fred’s messages but now she wants to roll up into a ball and die.

To: Fred > hi neville! id love to grab dinner one day, here’s my number and we can organise it tomorrow because im going to bed now! x

She’s staring at the message for so long she doesn’t even notice the ‘???’ she gets back from Fred. She quickly copies and pastes the message to the right recipient this time before plugging in her phone and rolling over to sleep.

Em’s slight snoring lulls her to sleep, thoughts of Fred filling her mind before she passes out for the night. What she doesn’t know is that while she falls asleep, Fred lays awake, staring at his ceiling. Contemplating the knowledge he has knowing Y/N’s potentially organising a date with one of  his little brother’s best friends. 

-----

Fred hates this feeling; this feeling of jealousy in his stomach that’s threatening to spill out of his throat. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about Y/N accidentally messaging him about a date with another person all morning and he knows George is getting annoyed with him. 

“Why are you being such a prat this morning?” George had asked when Fred scowled at his brother for simply standing in the kitchen. Fred had huffed as a reply, grabbing the milk for his tea before sitting down at their table to munch on his toast.

“Not being a prat,” he says, words muffled by the food in his mouth and George gives him a disgusted look before taking a bite of his own toast. “Do you remember Neville Longbottom?” 

George nods, of course, he knows Neville. “Ron’s friend? Super nice bloke. Think him and Hannah Abbott just broke up, why?” 

Fred shrugs, he’s almost positive it’s the same Neville now. “Think Y/N’s going on a date with him, that’s all.” When George raises his eyebrows, Fred speaks again, “Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going on a date with a prat.”

“Wanted to know who she is going on a date with in general, more like it,” George mutters under his breath. He knows Fred better than he knows anybody, better than he knows his girlfriend and almost better than he knows himself. “You sure you’re not jealous?”

Fred squints at George. “Why would I be jealous?” Fred stands and makes his way to the kitchen to wash up his dishes and he almost drops them in the sink when George speaks again.

“Because you’re in love with Y/N?” He says it so casually Fred almost chokes on air. He’s never thought about himself and Y/N in that way. Sure they like to cuddle when they’re drunk and they spend every waking moment together but he’s not in love with Y/N.

Is he?

“What makes you say that?” Fred asks quietly, hoping to hide the red blush forming on his cheeks. George might be his best friend and twin brother but he knows he would never live it down admitting he has feelings for Y/N. 

“You two are worse than Em and I, and we’re actually dating,” George speaks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “When Em first met Y/N, she asked how long you and she had been together for, mate.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Fred says a little too quickly. 

“I’m sure it doesn’t, Freddie,” George smirks as he speaks, getting up to wash his dishes now. Fred stands in the kitchen, nursing his cup of tea as he contemplates George’s words. Sure, he always knew he had some kind of feelings for his best friend, but being in love was another whole ordeal. It means wanting long term commitment, probably a house together, maybe marriage, perhaps kids if Y/N wanted them and the longer Fred sits with these in his mind, he quickly realises he does want all that and even more with Y/N. He’s probably wanted it with her for a while and he just hasn’t ever realised.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, low enough for George not to hear but when Fred doesn’t have a rebuttal to George’s words he knows he’s accidentally sent Fred into an existential crisis. 

“Look, Fred. If Y/N going on a date bothers you, you need to tell her.” George knows he’s about to cross some lines that he promised himself he would never cross but it’s getting dire in his eyes. “Y/N likes you and deep down you know you like her too, even if you’re oblivious. She deserves to know and if you’re too much of a chicken to admit it to her, then you don’t get to be bothered about her going on a date with Neville Longbottom.” 

Fred huffs. He knows George is right, but he can’t help but feel like he truly noticed too late. He swiped right on her on Tinder hoping she would swipe right back and they could go from there. But he knows Y/N only swiped right to see if he had done it first, that she only swiped right out of curiosity and right now, Fred is cursing the app under his breath. 

“Well, fine, yes I like Y/N, but I can’t just stop her from going on a date. That’s controlling and mean.” Fred states and George just sighs. “I’ll talk to her after her date, if it’s meant to be, it’ll be.”

George stares at him. “Since when are you mister Que sera, sera, Freddie?” Fred shrugs, not understanding the reference George made. “Since when are you just letting it happen?” George translates when he notices the blank stare on Fred’s face.

“Since right now. I don’t want to come off controlling to Y/N.” Fred says. In actuality, even though he knows George would never lie to him, he’s scared. Y/N is his best friend and the last thing he ever wants to do is ruin his closest friendship all because of some jealousy. 

“Okay fine, but if she gets a boyfriend, I’m sorry mate,” George says and he knows putting the threat of losing Y/N romantically on the line is harsh, but it’s what he has to do. He’s watched the pair pine for each other for years and he’s sure this is the last straw. 

“We’re going out with the lads in a few days, by the way! Maybe you can stop moping enough for a shag!” George calls out and Fred flips him the finger as he walks off to his bedroom. 

-----

Y/N and Neville decide on getting dinner together three days later. It’s a Friday so neither of them has to worry about work or coursework the next day, which is perfect. Neville tells Y/N about his favourite Italian restaurant right near Old Street subway station in Shoreditch, so that’s where the pair decide to meet. 

It’s rather busy when Y/N gets to the station. Neville has apologised profusely for still being fifteen minutes away but she reassures him it’s fine and that she’ll meet him outside the station so they can walk to the restaurant together. 

Y/N’s on her phone, texting Em and telling her she’s safe when she feels a presence next to her. She tenses up quickly but she soon relaxes when she looks at the person next to her and realises it’s Fred. 

“Hi,” she says, smiling. She hasn’t seen him since the day in the park, but they’ve texted and called so she’s sure everything is fine. “What are you doing all the way on this side of London?” 

Fred smiles and shoves his hands in his jeans pocket before replying, “Grabbing a drink with the lads tonight, love. What about you?” His tone is casual and Y/N has to stop herself from checking him out. He’s dressed in a nice dress shirt, it’s orange and on anyone else, it would clash with his hair but Fred somehow manages to pull it off. He’s got a black jacket over the top of his shirt, alongside black jeans that show off his long and muscular legs on and his outfit is paired off with a pair of boots on his feet. 

He’s not making it easy to get over him, that’s for sure. 

“I’ve got a date,” she’s shy when she says it, looking away from Fred and then back down at her phone. The time reads 6:47pm and Neville’s train will be getting in any second now. She’s trying to get over Fred and the last thing she needs is Fred lingering when said date turns up. 

“Ah yes, with Neville, if I remember correctly,” Fred’s teasing and Y/N has to force a laugh out. She blocked out the fact she’d accidentally messaged him instead of Neville and was hoping he would forget as well. But this is Fred she was talking about, and Fred never lets up a chance to tease Y/N for something.

“Yeah, Neville Longbottom,” she says and she catches the look of recognition that flashes across Fred’s face. “He was friends with your brother in school.” 

Fred nods in acknowledgement while he can’t decide whether or not he’s happy with the confirmation that he was right. He’s sad and jealous, that much is obvious, but he’s a little happy. Happy that even though Y/N is going on a date with someone who isn’t himself, it’s someone he knows would treat her like she deserves. 

“Neville’s a good guy, I’m happy for you,” he forces out and Y/N smiles up at Fred and he wants to sink into the Earth. The smile on her face is one he wants to be the cause for forever. “I should get going, tell Nev hello for me!”

He pulls Y/N into a quick hug, presses a quick kiss absentmindedly on the top of her head before letting her go and crossing the street and making his way to the bar he’s meeting Lee, George, Harry and Ron at. 

Y/N watches him leave, dumbfounded. The kiss on the top of her head is nothing less than usual; Fred’s always been touchy with her but now it feels weird. All she wants is to call out to Fred and demand the redhead take her on a date instead. 

But before Y/N can do anything drastic, she hears Neville call out her name and she turns around quickly. He’s just as sweet and cute as she remembers and even if she wishes Fred was the boy she was on a date with, Neville is someone she would be friends with above anything. 

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long!” He says when he reaches her, kissing her cheek as Y/N pulls him into a hug. His presence is comforting and he smells like cinnamon and Y/N feels herself instantly relax.

“Not too long!” She replies as she begins walking towards the restaurant with Neville. During Spring, the cold weather still returns at night so their hands are shoved inside their jacket pockets to keep warm but they’re walking closely together. “I ran into Fred just before, so he kept me company.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Neville says as he grabs the door to the restaurant, “can’t have a pretty girl waiting outside a subway station alone.” Y/N feels her cheeks heat up at his comment. 

They’re quickly seated and wine is ordered. They’ve been placed in a booth right near the window, where they’re able to watch the City of London go by. “How’s teaching going?” Y/N asks when she remembers Neville recently graduated and got an immediate job offer at the Agriculture department at a college in Surrey. 

“It’s going well! I specifically teach the floriculture courses so I love it, of course,” Neville’s smile couldn’t get any wider. Y/N specifically remembers his constant fascination with plants and flowers in school and she couldn’t be happier for him to be doing what he so clearly loves, “What about you?” 

“Being hammered by my postgrad coursework,” she says, laughing and taking a sip of her wine. “My job at the bookstore near my flat doesn’t suck but I definitely don’t work as much as I used to, unfortunately.” Neville raises his glass, almost to say I’ll drink to that when the waiter comes over to take their order.

Dinner goes quickly, conversation flows easily between the two and soon enough the bill arrives and Neville grabs the cheque before Y/N can even say anything. “You can grab it next time.” 

Y/N falters at this. She knows she should say something to Neville; that this has been nice but there won’t be a second date. She’s too caught up in her panic and she’s beginning to curse Fred Weasley under her breath when Neville gently places his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the restaurant. 

“Are you okay?” Neville asks when they get outside. He noticed the tensed look on Y/N’s face the second they got outside and when she nods and sighs he takes it as a sign to stop walking.

“This has been nice, Nev,” she starts and she feels terrible even though she knows it’s better, to be honest. “But I don’t think I’m-”

“Ready for a relationship?” Neville finishes for her, and he’s not condescending when he says it. He could tell even before dinner was finished that she probably felt that way and he doesn’t mind. “I don’t think I am either. But this was fun, was it not?” 

Y/N nods, smiling as the anxieties of hurting Neville wash away. “It was fun!” she says, “I hope we can do it again. Even as friends?” 

He nods back, a warm smile gracing his cheeks. “Of course.”

They walk back to the station together, promises of seeing each other again soon leaves their mouths as they walk to their respective platforms. 

From: Neville  > thanks for tonight. i forgot to mention, please tell me when you’re home safe!

She smiles down at the text, shooting Neville a reply of reassurance that she will before opening her messages with Em to let her know she’s on her way home. She’s jumping through her apps, Snapchat that she only uses for filters, Facebook she only uses to check the ‘Dogspotting’ group until she lands on Instagram. 

She sees a story from George and when she opens it, she immediately regrets it. It’s their friendship group, that much she expected but she sees a girl sitting next to Fred nursing what looks like a Gin and Tonic and Y/N feels sick. 

She immediately closes the app, pretending she didn’t see it. She has no right to be upset over this but it plagues her thoughts for the entire subway trip home.

That’s when she decides she’s going to demand answers from Fred. She doesn’t know how, or when or if she’ll even do it without Em forcing her to, but she knows she deserves better. That she doesn’t deserve to hang on the end of every touch, every word of Fred’s in hopes he’ll hold her closer than arm's length while she desperately wants more. 

-----

The next night, Fred’s laying on his couch in an uncomfortable position searching Netflix at 10pm when he hears a knock at the front door. He knows it isn’t George, or any member of his family for that matter and any normal person would ring before coming over this late at night. So when Fred gets up and looks through his peephole to ensure he’s not about to be murdered, he’s shocked to see an angry-looking Y/N.  

He opens the door and she’s immediately inside, pushing past Fred’s body and when she turns around, she has the most determined look on her face he’s ever seen. 

“I’m annoyed at you.” Fred’s taken aback, he tries to think back at their interaction the evening before, trying to piece together anything that would annoy Y/N but he’s coming up blank.

“What did I do?” He wearily asks and when Y/N purses her lips together and looks like she’s about to cry Fred has to resist the urge to apologise without knowing what he needs to apologise for.

“I’m annoyed at you because,” she pauses and takes a shaky breath, “I’m annoyed because I went on a date last night. I went on a date with the loveliest man I’ve ever met. And I spent the whole fucking time wishing I was on a date with you. And I’ve spent all of today debating coming over here and telling you that so I drank half of Em’s bottle of wine for some liquid courage and here I fucking am!” 

That’s the last thing Fred was expecting to come out of Y/N’s mouth. “Well, that’s not-” 

“I’m not finished.” She stares at Fred and he immediately shuts up. 

“I’ve been in love with you for years and it’s not fair on me anymore, Freddie.” Her voice is shaking like she needs to get everything out as soon as possible. “I need to know if you feel anything for me, even in the slightest, because if I need to move on, I’m begging you to be honest with me.” 

Fred feels his heartbreak at how sweet, how broken, how defeated Y/N looked standing in front of him right now. He can see the need for an honest answer swimming in Y/N’s eyes and he’s never felt braver to admit his feelings than he does right now.

“I’m an idiot,” Y/N scoffs but lets him continue, “because I didn’t realise how fucking in love with you I am until I almost lost you. I thought…” he pauses, looking for the right words and when his eyes meet Y/N’s, there’s a softness there that wasn’t there previously. “I thought what we had was normal; the cuddling, the constant need to be with each other, the constant subtle touches. But George knocked some sense into me.” Y/N lets out a breath as she laughs, of course, it was George’s doing.

“I’m in love with you, and I think I have been since we were 17. So I’m so fucking sorry, for ever letting you think you meant any less to me, my love.” 

Y/N’s eyes are overflowing with tears at his words and Fred panics for a second before he sees the biggest and most loving smile overtake Y/N’s face. “Fucking hell, you big dummy.” 

She crosses the room, quicker than she’s ever moved before and pulls Fred’s 6’3 frame into her arms. She feels Fred pull her away, only slightly, so he can look down into her eyes and cup her cheek with his hand. His thumb is providing comfort as it strokes across her cheek and wiping away any stray tears. 

She cups the outside of his hand with her own and brings her face to the side to kiss his palm. This is the closest the two have ever been and both their hearts feel like they could beat out of their chests at any moment. It’s the adrenaline from this moment that causes Fred to blurt out his next question, without any hesitation.

“Can I please kiss you before I die?” 

Y/N laughs as she looks up at Fred. She doesn’t even give him an answer, she just pulls the tall boy down before locking their lips together. They’ve both kissed plenty of people, had many first kisses whether it be with first dates or partners but they can both agree this is the best kiss either of them has ever experienced. 

Y/N is pouring everything she can into the kiss, knowing she will never get tired of the taste of caramel that she will forever associate with kissing the love of her life. She presses her lips harder against his, her tongue running along Fred’s chapped lips asking for more before he opens his mouth to massage his tongue with hers. 

Fred decides to be a tease, pulling back slightly before capturing her lips again and biting her bottom lip slightly. This action pulls a moan from Y/N’s throat, soft enough that Fred almost misses it but he can’t help but smirk into the kiss. He wants nothing more than to kiss Y/N for the rest of his life, but eventually, he has to pull away to catch his breath and the whine that leaves Y/N’s mouth might be the cutest sound he’s ever heard in his life. 

“I hope to God you know I’m never letting you kiss anyone else ever again, holy shit,” she says, cheeks flushed red and when she looks at Fred she thinks she’s fallen even further in love with him. His hair’s messy, thanks to her running her hands through it and his lips are slightly swollen. She thinks this might be the most beautiful she’s ever seen Fred in her life and if this is how gorgeous he looks after a few minutes of kissing, she’s secretly anticipating how gorgeous he’s going to look laying in her bed, naked. 

Fred smiles dopily down at her, “Don’t worry darling, I never want to be with someone who isn’t you ever again.”