#but yeah I’m grateful for being on this planet another year

[deeplyconcerned2]

[pxndorasdream]

Experiment 101 — Part 1

AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Words: 3K

Warnings: Mention of neglectful parents, kidnapping (I’m still learning on how to tag these, so please tell me if I’m missing something)

Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by the RDA and then brought to Pandora where they use her and three other people as lab rats, but can they escape the sky people? And what if some Na’vi brothers find her unconscious in the forest?

Notes: Heeey, sooo this is the first story I post here, I hope you like it <33 English is not my first language so have mercy on me. Also, Neteyam and Lo’ak doesn’t appear till the end, this is more of like an introduction to Y/N and what happened to her. I’ve already planned a few more parts, so let me know if you’re interested ;)

3rd Person POV

Proofread ig

Life on Earth was harsh. There was no bright colors, only the gray of the concrete surrounding everything. It was sad. The place that had been once paradise on Earth, was now pure concrete.

War was something people were used to, fighting over anything. Like I said, it was sad.

But sometimes life wasn’t that bad when you have a loving family around. Sure, the lack of nature and the constant war surrounding humans was depressing, but once you’re with someone you love -and loves you back- all the problems seem smaller.

But unfortunately, that was not Y/N’s case. She was alone. She had no one. Well, she still had her parents, but they meant nothing to her. They were both just strangers to the girl.

They didn’t even noticed when their daughter disappeared for several days, only returning home to grab a few things and made her way out once again.

They also didn’t noticed the bruises that formed all around her body, like I said, they weren’t parents of the year.

The truth is, she was kidnapped by a group of men. And not only her, there were a few other people in the same situation as her.

There were two boys, maybe around their late teens, and another girl that seemed a bit older than them.

“What the hell do you want from us!?” One of the guys asked, the blonde one, more specifically.

The masked men that kidnapped them didn’t say a word. They just remained quiet, causing fear on the four hostages.

“Can somebody tell us what the fuck is happening?” The oldest girl said this time.

But again, nobody answered.

A few minutes later, the men left the room, leaving the four victims alone. The other boy stood up and tried to open the door, but to no one’s surprise, it was locked.

“Hey” Y/N heard the blonde boy talking, but she didn’t pay much attention, being consumed in fear of what possibly will happen to them. “Hey” She heard again, turning her head to meet the boy’s gaze.

“Yeah?” She replied a bit uncomfortable.

“What’s your name?” He asked. The girl looked at him in disbelief. Is he seriously trying to make small talk while being kidnapped? “C’mon, I mean, we’re all locked up here against our will, so maybe we should at least know each other's names, right?”

She looked to the others, noticing they were paying attention to the blonde guy. She sighed. “I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Cameron” He said, then looking at the two people left.

“My name’s Madison” The oldest girl said, looking a little afraid.

“Well, I guess that only leaves me… I’m Thomas”

Soon enough the men were back, but with a new person joining them. It was a woman. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I’m General Ardmore, and I have an offer for the four of you” She said with no expression on her face.

“And for that you had to kidnap us?” The blonde boy, now known as Cameron, replied with a mocking tone. What on Earth is this guy doing?

“Shut it” The woman demanded. “You’ll be grateful that I took you out of your shitty lives” She paused for a second. “I assume you have heard about some planet called Pandora, am I right?” The four of them nodded. “Well, we need some… volunteers, if you want to put it that way. We have some experiments we’d like to try”

“By volunteers you mean us, I guess” Y/N dared to speak for the first time.

“You’re correct, miss Y/N” Ardmore responded with a sarcastic grin. “The four of you are alone. You have no one, so I guessed you won’t be missed if we take you to Pandora”

What a bitch, Y/N thought to herself, but the woman was correct, at least in her case, no one would notice she’s missing.

“And what will we have to do?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t worry about it, for now, we leave in 24 hours, in the meantime, you’ll be granted the opportunity to go back home and grab a few personal things for your survival up there, but don’t even think about escaping, because we will found you and you won’t like what’s next, am I making myself clear?” All of them nodded, but the woman wasn’t satisfied. “I will repeat myself one more time and I want you to answer me right… Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Fine, escort them to their homes and bring them back to me in less than 12 hours, okay?” She then asked the men guarding the place.

“Yes ma’am”

A few hours later, they were boarding an actual spaceship, every little kid dream, but it wasn’t in a way they enjoyed.

Everything surrounding them had the initials ‘RDA’, making the girl wonder what that meant. Y/N then walked towards some strange looking thing, it kinda look like a modern coffin.

“Alright, this is a cryosleep capsule, you’re going to get in one of these and sleep till we get to Pandora, okay?” A scientist explained to them what was going to happen next.

“So, how does this exactly work?” Madison asked with curiosity.

“These things basically freezes you and that maintains you alive and well for long periods of time, when you’re in cryo state you don’t dream, and don’t need food or water, it’s like you’re being put in pause” He explained. “It basically keeps people in perfect shape, they don’t age a second, it’s quite awesome”

“And why do we need to be in one of these?” Y/N asked.

“It’s because the trip to Pandora last about six Earth years, and we don’t want our people being six years older that when they left”

“Six years?!” Cameron asked in shock.

“Yeah, blondie, don’t you know how space works?” Y/N asked him and a small laugh slipped through her lips.

“We’ll, then, hop in.” The scientist told them, the four of them doing it. Y/N laid down in the cryo capsule, the only thing in mind was hoping her life in Pandora would be a little better than on Earth, but oh, how wrong was she.

It seemed to have been only a blink of an eye for her and the three others, but after six years of traveling —which felt like a second to the four young guys—, they were arriving at Pandora.

Well, not exactly. They arrived at the RDA base, which was exactly like Earth, the gray color predominating the place. But surrounding that boring looking facility, a huge forest was in sight. Seeing the color green for the first time in quite a while, Y/N thought maybe life in Pandora wasn’t going to be so bad.

She was wrong. Life in Pandora was hell, no, it was worse than hell. Or at least on the RDA base. She would rather be sent to hell to serve Satan himself than stay there for one more day.

Being an experiment to the RDA people was horrible. She was in a dark room with 5 cells, one for each person, and one free. They were glass cells, and someone was always watching them. If it weren’t the scientists trying to observe the effect of the serum they previously injected in them, it was some guard.

They were never alone. It was hell. They didn’t know what that serum was supposed to do, but they came to the conclusion it wasn’t working, every three days some new serum was injected into their body, and each one had different side effects. It was torture. They were in pain for the next few days when the serum entered their body. They were just torturing them, there was no effective serum, so they kept going on. It was killing them.

But one day, after 2 years in Pandora, the serum seemed to have worked. The scientists seemed happy, and so did General Ardmore. They wanted to try and confirm the serum was finally correct, so the RDA organized a trip to the forests of Pandora.

A few days later, the soldiers were getting ready to enter the deadly forest, some scientists came as well, just to assure the well-being of the four people, well, not their well-being but to control the effects of the serum on them.

The four of them were given a mask, which someone later explained was for them to be able to breathe outside.

“I feel like fucking royalty walking with all these guys protecting us” Cameron said to Y/N while walking toward the forest.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “Are you for real?” She asked. “They are not protecting us, they are just making sure their little lab rats are ok with the serum”

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood, jeez”

Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile escaped her lips. “Sure, whatever”

Their hands were handcuffed in front of their body, just to make sure no one tried to escape, so they had limited mobility. “Ok, we’re here. Let’s get it done.” Y/N heard a soldier talk. Then they all stopped walking, all of them with their eyes pointed at the four people. “Take out your masks” He said again.

“What? No!” Thomas replied angrily. What the hell, aren’t these supposed to be to not die while outside?

“There’s no way we’re taking these off, we’ll die!” This time it was Y/N talking. “You said Pandora air is toxic to humans, and that just breathing it for a second will make us faint, and in four more seconds, die?!”

One of the scientists sighed. “Get to your main mission, we will take care of them” She told the soldiers accompanying them, "We'll see you back here in 20 minutes, okay?”

The soldier rolled his eyes. “Yes ma’am” He said and later they went further into the forest, only leaving the four guys with some scientists and a couple of soldiers.

“Do you know what the serum is supposed to do?” The scientist asked. The four of them shook their heads. “This serum is supposed to make humans breath Pandora air without any fatal consequences, and you just happen to be our test subjects” She grinned. “So please, do as I said so and take. of. the. masks” She said losing her patience.

None of them obeyed. They weren’t idiots, what if the serum doesn’t work? “Take their masks off.” The woman now said to the soldiers. They obeyed and they walked towards Y/N and the others.

“Please, don’t” Madison said with fear in her voice.

“Shut it” The woman replied.

The men took Thomas and Cameron masks first, and it seemed like they were holding their breaths. Next, they took Madison and Y/N’s. The two girls doing the same as the boys.

“Breathe” She commanded. Neither of them did it. “Breath. Now!” But still, no one obeyed. But humans can only hold their breath for a while. After one minute, Madison took a breath, followed by Thomas, then Y/N and finally Cameron.

We’re going to die, Y/N thought, but after 30 seconds, they were still alive and felt okay, whatsoever.

The scientists started to cheer, still with their gazes on the four people in front of them. The serum had worked. Finally.

But the sound of gunshots followed by some screams wiped the smile off their faces.

“What is happening?” the woman asked the soldiers, but they only shrugged, pointing their own guns to the source of the sound.

“Withdrawal, withdrawal” They heard someone shout, shortly after, the soldiers from before were running towards them. “We have to go, now!”

“The natives found us! Withdrawal!” Another soldier shout just before being pierced by an arrow.

The sound of gunshots and screaming stunned Y/N, who was only looking at what was happening. She didn’t know what to do. A hand grabbing her forearm caught her attention. It was one of the scientists, but she didn’t want to go with them.

What was worse? Going back to the RDA base and being a fucking lab rat for another two years, or getting lost on Pandora’s forest and maybe being killed by an animal or some natives? She definitely didn’t want to be trapped on the base for one more second, so she freed herself from the scientist's grasp.

The other three saw this and tried to do the same, but only two of them were successful, Madison couldn’t lost the scientist that held her, and she was taken once again.

A few seconds later, no RDA people were left there, only Y/N, Cameron and Thomas. The gunshots and screaming stopped, the silence was restored and the only sound that could be heard was the wind going through the leaves of the tall trees.

“So… I guess we’re free” Cameron started the conversation.

“I think so” Thomas replied.

Y/N watched the two men. “I wouldn’t call this ‘being free’, we’re just lost in the forest. What are we supposed to do now?”

A new sound was heard by the girl. It was something moving on the trees. “We are so dead” Cameron said, he also heard the sound. “It was nice to meet you, guys, although I would’ve liked more to have met you in other circumstances”

“Yeah, maybe meeting you while being kidnapped and used as lab rats wasn’t the best, but it is what it is, now we’re going to die in some weird animal hands, so I guess we lived a shitty life and we’re going to die in a shitty way” Thomas replied.

Y/N looked at them annoyed. “Guys, stop making things even sadder!” She wanted to say something more but her chest started to hurt.

“Y/N! What is happening?” Cameron asked worriedly, but soon his own chest started to hurt too. Thomas was in the same situation as them. The three of them grabbed their own chest with their hands still handcuffed, trying to breathe, but it only hurt more. They began to lose consciousness and soon enough, they were lying unconscious on the ground.

It seemed the serum didn’t work once again.

From the top of the trees, two young Na’vi watched the humans lying unconscious on the forest floor. “Bro, we have to go there” Lo’ak said with his gaze still on the humans.

“Are you mad? What if they wake up and try to kill us?” Neteyam asked, looking at his little brother like he was crazy.

“C’mon bro, haven’t you noticed? They don’t have an oxygen mask, they are unconscious! They won’t wake up, and if they do, we knocked them out again”

“Fine, let’s go!” The oldest said, making his brother smile. “But…” Lo’ak’s smile faded. “We call dad right after” Neteyam said.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, whatever, lets just go”

The young Na’vi came closer to the three human bodies lying unconscious. They were quite curious. They saw them surviving more than half a minute breathing Pandora's air, there was something weird about them.

“Did you hear when they said they were kidnapped?” Lo’ak asked his older brother, who nodded.

“Yeah, and that they were lab rats or something like that” Neteyam replied while looking closely at them.

“We definitely should call dad” The youngest said. “Even if he gets mad for not returning with the others right away the soldiers left”

“I’m on it” Neteyam touched his communicator. “Dad, we have some humans here, they are unconscious”

“What do they look like?” The oldest asked through the communicator. “And why are you still there?”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “I told you'' He whispered to his older brother.

“There are three of them, two guys and a girl, they look young, maybe like 19 or 20, and they’re handcuffed”

“What? Handcuffed?”

“Yes, and we heard them talking right before they were knocked out, they said some things I think you’ll find interesting” Lo’ak intervened.

“Fine, what’s your location?” Jake asked his sons.

“A few miles away from the base” Neteyam replied.

“Fine, I’m coming, do not move and make sure they don’t wake up” Their father ordered.

“Copy sir” The two youngest Sully boys replied. “What do you think lab rats meant?” The youngest asked. “I mean, I know what lab rats mean, but what do you think the RDA was testing with them?”

“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later”

Jake Sully arrived with a few other warriors at the spot his sons were waiting for him. “We’ll talk later” He said, both boys knowing they were in trouble for not going back home after they attacked the sky people. “They look young”

“I told you” Lo’ak said, gaining a bad look from his father and a hit in the head by his brother.

“We’ll take them to our base, have Norm and Max check on them, and when they wake up, we’ll question them” Jake said to his warriors, who nodded. “They aren’t wearing oxygen masks, are they even alive?” He seemed to finally notice the obvious.

“They are pretty much alive, sir. We’ve heard them saying they were kidnapped by the RDA and that they were just lab rats to them, I guess that has something to do with them not wearing a mask” Neteyam replied with a serious face, gaining a mocking look from his brother.

“Fine, take them to the base” Three warriors lift the sky people and started to get back. “And you two are coming with me” Jake said to his sons.

He was angry at them for not following direct orders, but he was more intrigued by the unconscious humans he just saw, and he wasn’t the only one. Neteyam and Lo’ak couldn’t leave their minds either.

Let me know if you want Part 2! ;)

[gentlebeard]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

thank you, dear anon. time to spread lots of love:

@blakbonnet - what would i do without meow? she’s so smart & kind & funny & so fucking talented. writing, painting, making gifs, clowning - there’s nothing she can’t do. we have one and the same brain and often send each other almost identical messages at the same time. she’s my biggest fan and greatest supporter. team beard brought us together and now i never want to be without her!

@sherlockig - my soulmate, my sunshine, my rock. not only is she incredibly sweet and one of my best friends in the world, she’s also the backbone of the ofmd fandom. she graces our screens with fantastically edited screen caps of our beloved blorbos. we’d be lost if alexz didn’t put so much love and energy into picking the perfect frames! i’m so grateful for her presence in the fandom and in my life.

@saltpepperbeard - jodi. my wifey. my one true love. nothing brings me more joy than seeing her gifs or reading her insane tags on posts. they’re better and more entertaining than any newspaper or novel. every time she has an insanely brilliant (or angsty) thought, i wanna propose to her all over again. her writing makes my brain tingle in the best possible way. btw all of you are invited to our next wedding 🥰

@bizarrelittlemew - one day i saw one of ida’s gif sets and was like: hell yeah, i wanna see more of that. i came for the gifs but stayed for her love of rhys darby, her kindness, her writing, her amazing vibe, her creativity, and her lovely self.

@not-nervous-jester - jams is the hottest person on this hellsite. they’re just so effortlessly funny and amazing. their brain has the most wrinkles because they’re so fantastic and intelligent. i invite jams to make out with me regularly because i’m secretly (or not so secretly, i guess) obsessed with them. anyway, i’m smooching you and your brain, jams!

@skysofrey - kaitlin is the sweetest human ever. sunshine in a bottle. kindness personified. seeing her yellow hearts in the tags improves my mood instantly. she deserves to have a perfect day every single day.

@stedebonnets - another 10/10 human being. how anyone can be so sweet and supportive is almost unbelievable to me. ara will make you feel like the most special person on this planet with just a few words and sweet emojis. i bet ara’s hugs feel like coming home after being gone for years.

@dickfuckk - i once called josh the bts king because he’ll know or find anything that is just slightly adjacent to ofmd. his dedication to @ourflagmeansbts is insane to me. on top of that: nice & funny dude, hilarious videos, my dj archive 😌

@rainbowcrowley - after just casually communicating over tags we have finally moved our relationship to the next stage (dms & laughing about shitty memes about politicians, apparently). addi will tell you they make “mediocre gifs” but that’s just a blatant lie. their gifs always look fantastic. a very sweet bean.

@darkinerry - marlena will come out of nowhere and throw spectacular taika gifs into your inbox or just make a straight up insane gif set of that man with clips they probably had to kill someone for. idk how else they do it or where they get them, it’s a mystery to me. excited puppy energy 24/7.

honorable mention goes to olivia aka @snake-snack-stede who is, hands down, the most hilarious person in the ofmd fandom. i’m looking forward to your s2 shenanigans as much as the episodes!!!

if i didn’t mention you, know i still love you. and you’re amazing. 💕

[quiveringdeer]

Give me a character and I will answer: Dazzler!

Thanks for giving me a chance to rant about my fave Badass Diva, babe! Others feel free to send in a name and choose particular things

Why I like them: I really loved how tenacious and driven she was to reach her personal goals and doesnt like to compromise on that but she's still such a caring person that she cant help but jump in to help or save people as a hero, even tho she continually said she didnt wanna be a hero. Just her compassion for people in general, even who I wouldnt think deserve her compassion: 

Her first thought in both instances with her stalker, Karl Fredricks (Dazzler #26 & Uncanny X-Men ‘63 #260), is to reason with him and try to keep him from getting hurt. Also when battling him one of her main concerns is him hurting anyone else before she thinks of him hurting her.

Why I don't: There arent really points about her I don't like. I guess my biggest gripes are that writers tend to relegate her to a gimmick cameo character more often than not and miss opportunities to showcase her immense powerset range and the deep connections she has with a large portion of the not just other X-Men characters but the other marvel heroes as well. 

Also just the original fact the editors didnt allow her to be based on Grace Jones, like John Romita Jr. intended. It would've been noce to have another dark skinned Black woman hero, with star power outside of Ororo Munroe. And gosh the way they probably couldve bonded and had eachother to lean on. There's just so many "what ifs" that woulda probs changed not only Ali's trajectory but the Xmen/Marvel universe at large. But I still love Ali as she is now too. 

Favorite scene (imma do arc): The "What If" arc of Ali as Galactus' long time herald. The way she found away to discover new planets for him to devour but made sure that they didnt have sentient life that'd be destoryed in that consumption! Ugh says so much about her character!! Also that in her time as his herald he grew compassionate to the plights of other beings, seemingly. Because of her leading by example and what not. It's just soooo good and what I want more of in stories starring her. 🥹

Favorite season/movie (portrayal): My rp days version 😏 --But for real, she's only been in a couple adaptations and I dont know if any do her justice. I havent fully watched the episodes of them in the Outback but yeah

Favorite line (too many):

“Sometimes you have to stop running from who you were and find out who you are truly meant to be.” (Dazzler 2010)

“...It doesn’t matter how everyone sees me. I’m not just a mutant or a singer or any one thing, all of this is me.”

“No way Prophet! We’re not leaving! We’re X-Men, not cowards. We SAVE the world. We don’t abandon it because the going gets rough!” (X-Termination #2 2013)

“You know Barb, a lot of people will see you only for what makes you different--and not for all the good things about you--things that make you a human being just like them! And if you let them, those people will make you into what they think you are! They’ll force you to be a toy...a clown...or a monster...or worse.” (Dazzler #35)

“Hey Doomy, misplace the family jewels again?” (Dazzler 2010)

Favorite outfit:

Basically ANY of Daniel Mcnea's designs 

OTP: 

In general: Ali and "The Loves" polymonogomous rp ship of Ali with Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (and not just saying that cause Koi wrote them and also sent this ask! Truly got to explore so much of Ali's character through those interactions and forever grateful 🥹 -also key piece of opening my mind to poly relationship dynamics tbh)

In canon: Ali x music -Her first and most consistent love and relationship 

BroTP: 

In general-- Ali and Julio "Rictor" Richter, another rp exploration with the lovely @myvalentina Ric's technically Ali's, son-in-law but through lots of interdimensional travel hyjinks and stuff. I never know what canon ages truly are but I feel like Ali is less than 10 years his senior and so she's like a big sister and friend to him and it's just really wholesome

In canon-- Ali and Longshot, they've been through so much and if im not mistaken, literally share pieces of eachothers' souls and while things never work out romantically with them in all the times they get back together, I just love the idea of them still being besties regardless

Headcanon:

Gives amazing hugs, doesn't let go till the other person starts to pull away. Read somewhere once about being this way with kids cause you never know how little someone gets of contact and how they might need that physical reassurance.

Unpopular opinion:

Prefacing that to each their own and no hate to other people's preferences 🙏🏽 

Personally I don't wanna see Queen B or Taylor S. portray Dazzler in any future media

While Dazzler had global reach and star power in her prime within the Marvel universe, I just would love others to portray her. My top pick was and always will be Kylie Minogue, but that ship has probs sailed, so more contemporary picks are Janelle Monáe, JoJo, Kesha or Zara Larsson

A wish: She gets to be in some arcs where the writers truly understand her and let her shine fully--iving on top that it happens with an artists that stays true to her strawberry blonde haircolor

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen:

Writers continuing to use her as a gag character or portraying her as a washed up singer 

5 Words to best describe them: Compassionate, Stubborn, Driven, Optimistic, Dazzling (😉)

My nickname for them: Ali (super generic), Light of my life and Queen of my heart 😌

[positivelybeastly]

🖤(for bobby? ^_^)

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

Classic bear/twunk synergy going on here, tbh. I think Hank's always been aware of Bobby being objectively a very handsome young man, but I don't think that it's the kind of handsome that makes Hank descend into lust - he just doesn't quite read that way to me. He's cute, he's good looking, but, idk, this is one that boils down way more to how they interact and their personalities than anything else.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

This is one that can really run the gamut - Hank can either find Bobby to be one of the single most annoying people on the planet, or his single best friend on the face of the Earth, and yes, there's plenty of room in between for those to exist simultaneously. I've talked before about how this friendship has soured in recent years, but even with Hank retreating from it, I don't think he sees Bobby as a bad person, just not one that he can rely on or find solace in a lot of the time. His emotional needs are too complex and their history too messy - in Hank's mind, anyway.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

Bobby/Hank is something that kind of has to come with an emotional component, imo. Hank's era of relationships without emotional investment are long since gone, and especially if he was going to have sex with a friend like Bobby, he would want to be sure that it isn't going to ruin what they have or make it worse. He can get sexual gratification plenty of places, but the relationship that Bobby offers, platonic or non, is too valuable for him to ruin it just to get his end away.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

This one really varies depending on the time period, tbh. I feel like the times they were closest were the 60s and the 80s, so O5 and Defenders/X-Factor, with the 00s really seeing the end of their friendship and the trend more towards just - knowing, one another. Hell, there's a moment during Avengers vs. X-Men where Bobby joins Scott's side of things, and he tries to appeal to his and Hank's friendship, and Hank is just. Cold, towards him. He doesn't even flinch. I think there's a lot of bottled up anger in there.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Let's be real here, teen Bobby was annoying as hell, but then, so was teen Hank. Teenagers are annoying! But I definitely think that Bobby was Hank's first real male friend, the one I'd point to as, this is where Hank learned to make proper friends with people, and that counts for a lot.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Ahahahahahahahaha how depressing of an answer do you want?

Oh, wait, I know.

X-Force Beast wouldn't piss on Bobby if he was on fire, and Bobby doesn't even think of him when he's dying. If they don't hate each other, it's because they don't care about one another anymore.

[ruggiethethuggie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, D!!!!!!

Summary: Today is D's birthday and Takemichi wants to make sure that they have a special day. **note: NOT TWST RELATED. Takemichi is from Tokyo Revengers.

WC: 1593 Tags: fluff, one shot, self insert for D because I said so (but technically gn!reader), Takemichi Hanagaki, established relationship, scary movies, building a fort, cutesie uwu happy bday ;P © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

a/n: TO MY BELOVED BESTIE, @demonichikikomori ♥ I hope you have a wonderful day today, or if you sleep all day, I hope your night is just as wonderful. You're the first fanfic writer I found that I enjoyed and I think you deserve the absolute best in this world. I am forever grateful for your friendship, your company, your time. I'm very, very happy to have you here on this fucked up planet for another year. Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me, I just hope that I can always be as wonderful to you. You are forever in my heart and I could kiss you (no homo, homo ♥) I love you so much. HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and ps I wrote Takemichi because I cannot write a Ruggie fic to the gold standard Ruggie writer, pls forgive me)

“What are you doing here?” you asked, very confused seeing the person standing in front of you. “What do you mean what are you doing here? It’s your birthday?! I wanted to spend it with my favorite person,” Takemichi said, smiling back at you. “I figured maybe we could… hang out and watch a movie or something,” he said scratching the back of his head. 

“It’s just my birthday, it’s nothing special. It’s just like every other day,” you said sharply. The expression leaving Takemichi’s face almost seemed hurt by your words. “Hey, don’t say that,” he said, taking your hand to hold. “This is my favorite day, because it is a day solely for you.” His genuine smile was pure as you stared back at him. You hated how sincerely sweet he was sometimes, but also greatly appreciated it. His words always found you at the right time, bringing you an immense amount of comfort.

You moved out of the doorway and let him inside. “You are so cheesy sometimes, you know that?” you playfully teased. Your words must’ve embarrassed him, or maybe he was already on edge before coming over. He was always in his head, thinking about what ifs and whys, even though you constantly told him to stop. “Oh, uh, yeah I guess so,” he said with a shy smile and looked off somewhere else in the room.

“Sooo, what movie did you want to watch? I’m not super into movies-” you started to say before he cut you off. “True! But you ARE into scary spooky things, and I have your favorite thing. The Strangers,” he said with a cheeky grin and holding up the movie box in his hands. You looked at him, both amazed by his choice of movie and utterly confused. “Are you… sure you want to watch it? I thought you hated scary movies?” you asked with a small laugh.

Takemichi straightened himself up, almost like becoming a new person. “I can handle it, I know it’s just a movie,” he said reassuringly. Something told you this wasn’t reassuring at all, but more so a cry for help. Maybe he wanted you to change your mind and pick a different movie, but the Strangers was your favorite so why would you.

“Ok, if you say so,” you said with a chuckle. You walked into the kitchen to grab a snack for you both while you watched the movie, while Takemichi made his way to the living room to get the movie setup. “What do you want to drink?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. A few moments passed with no answer, so you shouted again. Still no answer. You walked back to look in the living room, he was so entranced in setting up the living room for the movie he hadn’t heard you call to him.

“Takemichi?” you said quietly, even more confused seeing what he was doing. He was fluffing pillows, arranging them on the couch almost to… build a fort? Your voice surprised him, making him smile and laugh nervously. “Sorry, I wanted to watch in a fort… cause I think it’d be fun. And ya know, if you get scared, I am right there for you to hold,” he said. The cheeky grin across his face was adorable. Building a fort, in your living room, to watch a movie together, all because it was your birthday.

“Uhuh, is that really why you want a fort? Because you think I’ll be the one scared?” you asked amusingly with a laugh. Takemichi put his hand on his chest and dropped his jaw. “Are you saying you don’t want to build a fort with me? How could you…” he said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at him and walked towards the kitchen again. You were going to make a treat for you two to have during the movie, your go-to buttered popcorn with some cheddar flavoring up top. Takemichi would always joke about how simple the snack was, but you loved it, so why not have it for the movie.

You put your popcorn in the microwave, turning it on and leaning on the counter behind you while you waited for it to finish. After a few minutes, the popping stopped, and you haphazardly took the bag out of the microwave. The bag was hot, so you carefully opened it and dumped the buttered popcorn into a large bowl. You opened one of your cabinets, looking through your slew of spices and powders for your white cheddar popcorn powder. Once in hand, you sprinkled a good helping on the popcorn and lightly tossed the popcorn in the bowl to coat it over all the pieces. You grabbed you and Takemichi both a drink from the fridge, gathering it all in your hands carefully and taking it to the living room.

You came back to the living room to see that in the short amount of time you were gone, he had finished the small fort, using the throw blankets on the couch to make the covering and moving your furniture a bit to create the sides of the fort. He was something else. “Wow, I feel like I’m not turning 21 but maybe turning 7 again today,” you laughed. Takemichi looked up at you, smiling from ear to ear while he tried to help take the drinks and popcorn bowl from you. “I have the movie ready to start, but I just wanted to make a safe spot for you, ya know… cause it’s a scary movie and I don’t want you to be afraid,” he said plopping down on the floor that he had covered with more blankets and pillows. 

You found a cozy spot in the fort Takemichi had made for you both, snuggling up beside him as he turned the movie on with the remote. As the movie starts and the beginning starts to play, you look over at Takemichi. He seems anxious, does he get scared easily? “Hey, babe, have you ever seen this before?” you asked, popping some popcorn into your mouth. Takemichi laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head again. “Uh, well, no… not exactly. This is the first time watching it,” he said with a small chuckle. You nodded your head slowly in response.

“Inspired.. by true events?” Takemichi asked, turning to you for confirmation. The expression on his face looked so concerned. That’s when it hit you, he is an actual baby watching scary movies. He is not going to make it through this movie at all. “Yes, it is.. Is that ok?” you asked teasingly. Takemichi grabbed the pillow beside him and held it in front of him. “Yes? Why wouldn’t it be, it’s not like it’s happening to us so.. It’s fine,” he answered in a not so reassuring tone.

As the movie continued, it was obvious he was getting more and more paranoid with every minute. Watching the movie must’ve been torture for him, but he was adament that he was going to watch it because it was your favorite and today was your birthday. Every few minutes, even if nothing was really happening, was like a jumpscare for him. It was entertaining hearing him talk to the characters on the tv as if they could hear his advice on what not to do. It was a very adorable sight, if you were being honest. By the time the movie was over, Takemichi was gripping the pillow in his arms so tight that fluffing it would never put it back to the way it was. His eyes were wide and he was clenching his jaw so tight from all the anxiety he was having. 

“Are you going to be okay?” you asked playfully. He let out a long sigh before completely laying on the floor and putting the pillow over his face. “I am going to take that as a no,” you laughed as you poked his side. You could hear his muffled ughhhhh from under the pillow. You leaned down close to the pillow so you could whisper to him. “Do you want me to protect you next time, you can sit in my lap and I’ll hold you,” you whispered teasingly. He pulled the pillow off his face and gave you a look that could kill. His pouty, angry face was even more adorable than his normal face. “I swear, I am not a big baby,” he said, puffing his bottom lip out. “I know you’re not,” you said as you leaned down to give him a kiss on his pouting lips. 

“Happy birthday, butthead, I love you very much,” he said as you leaned away from him. He made your heart very happy and you loved that he took the time out of his day to make your day special.

Suddenly, a few knocks were at your door. “AHHH!!” Takemichi shouted as he jumped up, accidentally spilling the remainder of the popcorn on the floor. He was glaring at the door, his eyes wide and his expression nothing but anxiety once again. “It’s fine, nothing’s wrong. It’s probably just my neighbors or something. They know it’s my birthday,” you reassured him as you walked towards the front door.

“Please, please, please do not open that door… What if it’s like the movie?!” he said, his eyes still wide as ever as he watched you grab the door handle. “Oh come on, babe. There’s nothing to be afraid of,” you laughed as you opened the door slowly.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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Ever have someone get you so well it’s like looking in a mirror?

Cruz

Starting over is not what I had planned.

They can give me a roommate I’m supposed to be compatible with, but those stories about becoming best friends with the person randomly selected to live with you… Yeah, that won’t be me. I already have a best friend. Even if I wanted a new one, Liam wouldn’t be it. He’s permanently grouchy, carrying a negative energy I don’t need since I’m finally in a good place. But I’ve never been good at ignoring when people need help, so I paste on a smile and play nice.

Predictably, Liam isn’t much of a talker, but after an unexpected accident he needs my help in other ways. Ways that offer me answers about myself. Ways that raise new questions about the football dreams I’ve been chasing since I was a kid. Ways that make me relive the past I want to ignore.

To say I’m confused is an understatement, but there’s one thing I know for certain…Liam is the key to one door and the bolt that could prevent another from ever opening. And I have to choose which I want him to be.

Liam

Starting over is exactly what I need.

I can’t get any more invisible than I’ve been for the past few years, and I figure rooming with another person means at least one human on the planet can’t ignore me. Unfortunately, that human is Adonis personified, and not gay, so it’s looking like my invisibility streak might continue.

Then I suffer a minor accident, and Cruz’s hero complex comes out in full force.

I should be grateful to have someone to open my door and carry my books, but when you pair his selfless personality with that body… My mind starts to blur the roommate line, which makes his blur the line of not being gay.

My heart is already battered, and I doubt it can take rejection from the one person who broke down all the walls I’d built around it. That doesn’t mean I won’t try to give it to him anyway.

[dreamerstreamer]

A Terrible Tutor

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] He’s cocky, annoying, a total tease, has a laugh loud enough to shake the stars, and you hate him. But as luck would have it, he’s also your tutor.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: minor cursing

A/N: this is based on a classmate i had way back! (we did not fall in love. he was awful.) i’ve also never taken physics, but i tried something a bit new for the reader’s personality. i hope you enjoy :) <3

You glared down at your physics textbook, the open pages staring back up at you with beady eyes made of diagrams and labels. Off to the side, your notebook was strewn across your desk, a list of questions scribbled across the top line in a hurried rush. The handwriting was messier than you would have liked, but the thought didn’t irritate you.

What did irritate you was that it was nearly half past four, and your so-called tutor still hadn’t shown up.

You could still envision the concerned look on Mr. Craftson’s face as he held you back a moment after class, watching as the rest of your classmates poured out of the door with an anxious look. He had offered you a kind smile before pulling out your test from the week before, and you winced at the numerous red marks scattered across the front page alone.

“I know you’ve been struggling in this class,” he said, gazing at you almost pitifully.

You tried not to glower at the sight of his apologetic eyes trained on you, instead nodding your head slowly. “It’s been… hard,” you said slowly.

He leaned an arm on his chair, pushing your test toward you. “You ask questions in class,” he hummed, “and from what I’ve seen, you complete your homework diligently.” His smile fell. “Yet here you are me, with the lowest mark in my class.”

You wanted to shrivel up into a ball. Maybe he didn’t have to say it like that, but he wasn’t wrong, either.

At your silence, he prodded at you. “Is there anything going on at home that might be hindering you, or…?”

You whipped your head up, your eyes wide. “No! Things are—things are great. It’s just…”

You swallowed, then sighed, fidgeting your fingers on your lap. “I guess,” you murmured, trying to quell the shame flaring up inside you, “I’ve just been really struggling with the material, and none of it’s really been clicking.”

Mr. Craftson’s face softened in an instant. “That’s alright. Thank you for being honest with me. If my teaching hasn’t been working out with you…”

He paused, rubbing at the blond stubble on his chin for a moment. Then, his face lit up and he leaned forward. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ve got a great student who I think might be able to explain things to you in a way you might be able to grasp a little better. He’s got the best marks in this class.”

Your eyes widened. The best in the class? He had to be a genius.

“I have a good feeling he can meet you tomorrow at four after school to help you out,” he continued, leaning against the arm rest of his office chair. “What do you say?”

You blinked, a thoughtful look passing over your face. Lord knew you needed the help—you were practically failing the class—but an uneasy stone settled into the pit of your stomach. You’ve never needed tis much help to pass a class before. The thought made you want to gag. Slowly, you opened your mouth.

“Do I have to…” You gestured vaguely. “Pay him or something?”

His cerulean eyes blinked at you for a second, then he laughed—the kind of deep-belly laugh only teachers seemed to be able to have. “No, no,” he said, waving his hand at you, “not at all. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t do something like that.”

You bobbed your head, your insides crumbling. You didn’t want to accept, you really didn’t. Part of you guys wanted to believe that you could just work harder, study by yourself even more. You were a dedicated student, and you were doing just fine in all your other classes. Surely the content couldn’t get that much harder, right?

But as your gaze lowered to the red ink staining your test once more, you felt yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. Straightening your back, you let your stubborn pride seep out of your shoulders and onto the floor.

It looked like this was a sacrifice you were simply going to have to make.

“Thank you so much for the offer,” you said, letting your lips curl up into a genuine, grateful smile. “It—it really means a lot.”

Mr. Craftson grinned at you, an easygoing flint shining in his eyes. “Of course. You’re a bright student. Sometimes we all just need a little push.”

You could still remember shaking his hand in thanks before bundling your stuff in your arms and shuffling into the hall, tucking your feet between the pages of your textbook. That had been yesterday, and now, the same one was sitting on your desk, open to a new page full of jumbled words you could hardly decipher.

The chair across from you was distinctly empty.

He—whoever he was—was late.

You distantly wondered to yourself who your tutor even was, your gaze drifting down to your textbook. Mr. Craftson had said he was the best student taking the class. Would it be George? He always seemed like he knew what was going on, and he never really asked questions. But sometimes, he looked like he was just zoning out. Maybe it was Technoblade. He was smart. You paused, then shook your head. No, everyone knew he was one of those English kids.

The thought made you furrow your brows, wracking your head even more. The words on the page grew muddled and fuzzy as you thought even more. Just who was it?

Just then, you heard the classroom door swing open with the same loud creak every door in the school seemed to have. The sound of heavy breaths and panting filled the air, then a haggard voice spoke up.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

You didn’t look up from your page, letting a sigh escape your lips as you lifted your head. Plastering a polite smile to your face, you let your gaze travel toward your tutor. “Hi, it’s nice to me—”

Suddenly, your voice died in your throat as your eyes locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. Towering over the desks with a duffel bag resting against his hip, his dirty blond locks were damp and matted against his forehead, his emerald eyes blinking at you. Something bitter and warm twisted in your gut at the sight, and the smile dropped off your face and into a scowl.

“Oh,” you said flatly. “It’s you.”

The smile he offered you was easygoing, but you didn’t miss the strain in his gaze. “It’s me.”

You bit on the inside of your cheek, your heart practically revolting against your rib cage with the way it was hammering. A million questions were darting around the inside of your skull, only making your blood boil even more with each passing second.

Of all the people you had expected to show up, Clay was easily the last.

The two of you had first met back in freshman year in your first science class—he had sat behind you and had the loudest laugh on the planet, or so you were convinced. You were quieter back then, but just as stubborn and snappish as now. Soon enough, one thing led to another, and you swore the two of you were suddenly enemies for life.

Although you couldn’t remember what had caused your little feud, you knew that he was the one who started it. He was loud and kicked your chair, he just loved to borrow your pens and never return them, and you could never figure out just why he loved to tease you so much. You don’t think you learned a single thing in that class, always distracted by the presence staring a hole into your back, and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Naturally, that meant your teacher assigned him to sit behind you for the rest of the year. To this day, you were convinced she hated you, and you still avoided her in the halls.

To say that science class was your least favourite would be an understatement, and soon enough, everybody was in on your hatred for each other. Clay never seemed to stop pestering you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, and you would never forget the day you finally snapped at him, whipping around to glare at him with your cheeks on fire.

“Will you please shut up?”

The shocked look on his face was still burned into your memory as it melted into a wide, proud grin.

“Only if you make me.”

Even years later, he always seemed to find a way to worm himself back into your life, and you hated it. You hated him, simple as that.

So, seeing him standing in front of you like this, it took every ounce of your strength to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“What took you so long?”

He patted his duffel bag before slipping it off his shoulder and setting it on the ground. “I just finished football practice. Coach ran a little long and I figured it would be polite to take a shower before so I didn’t smell all sweaty when I tutored you.”

You blinked, your mouth falling open. That explained his wet hair, you guessed. While you were vaguely flattered, you were distracted by something else. “You knew that you would be tutoring me?”

Clay nodded, pulling back the chair in front of you. “Yeah. Phil asked me.”

You gaped. “You call Mr. Craftson by his first name?”

His smile was a touch too smug for your liking, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. “Maybe. I was surprised when he asked, though.” He wrinkled his nose and shot you a teasing smirk as he sat down. “I didn’t think you would be failing this class.”

You glowered, that same bitter feeling bubbling up in your chest, again. “I’m not failing,” you snapped. “I’m just…” You paused, your cheeks growing hot. “…not passing.”

He gave you a deadpan look, then laughed. “That’s the same thing.”

You sent him a gesture that your teacher most certainly would have scolded you for if he was here, and he laughed even harder. You were suddenly reminded of just how damn loud his laugh was, sounding like fireworks in your ears. Slumping over, you hung your head in your hands.

“Ugh. I can’t believe you knew you were going to be tutoring me of all people.” You paused, then added, “I can’t believe you agreed.”

He tilted his head at you, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Did you not know I was gonna be your tutor?”

“No.” You frowned. “If I did, I wouldn’t have shown up.”

His eyes flickered with mirth as a smile stretched across his face. “Aw, am I really that disagreeable?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, your gaze as sharp as a blade. “Without a doubt. A hundred percent. I didn’t even have to think about it.”

He whistled, feigning a wince. “Harsh.”

Wryly, you said, “You deserve it.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I wasn’t that bad as a freshman, was I?”

You gave him a hard, callous stare. “Do you really think I’m the one you should be asking that question?”

He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

You dragged a hand over your face, then pointed at your textbook. “Are you going to teach me now or what? We’re already behind.”

He winced for real this time, and you almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Sorry, again.”

“Seriously,” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your back to grab your pencil case, “and to think that you have the highest grades in this class.”

“Hey,” he shot back, “I’m brains and brawn.”

You shot him a look that was nothing short of disgusted. He cringed a little at the sight.

“Okay, that was cheesy, but I’m not wrong. Besides, coach says I have to keep my grades up or else I’m off the team.” He leaned closer to you, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your skin. “You know I can’t let everyone down like that.”

You looked unconvinced. “Uh huh. Totally.” Whipping out a pencil, you tapped at the bottom of the page you had open. “Can you explain this to me, now? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave.”

He quietly chuckled, and you hated how soft it sounded. Leaning closer to the textbook to read, his lips mouthed the problem silently. You tried not to stare at his mouth as it moved, your gaze tracing over the soft dip of his lips as his viridian eyes flashed with recognition. A moment later, he sat back and cocked his head at you.

“So, what exactly do you not understand?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Everything.”

He blinked, disbelief colouring his features. “Everything? Like, the whole thing?”

You scowled. “I thought that was obvious. All that stuff about velocity and the funny diagrams—” You shook your head. “—none of it makes sense.”

He raised a brow at you. “I thought you were paying attention in class. You really don’t understand a single thing?”

You bit back the urge to scream. “It’s not like you’re much smarter.”

Clay snorted derisively. “I am. That’s kind of the whole point.”

You groaned, letting your voice ring out in the quiet of the empty classroom. You caught a glimpse of his amused smile in front of you, and it only made you groan louder.

“You’re the one who ruined science for me, you know? I hated going to that class, and look at me now.” You gestured to yourself, using your finger to draw a ring in the air. “It all comes full circle.”

There was a brief second of silence. “I’m the reason why you hate science?”

You didn’t budge. “I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy knowing I was going to be stuck in a class with someone who never gave me my stuff back and kicked my chair.”

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you, but this one was tense—heavy. He swallowed, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“You…” His eyes swirled with something sad and honest. “You really hate me that much?”

He suddenly looked a lot like a kicked puppy, and a pang of guilt shot through your chest like a bullet. With a panicked gaze, your voice grew shaky as you spoke. “I—I don’t hate you. I just… I had a grudge, I guess.”

Your tone grew soft, and you lowered your gaze to your lap. “I… I really didn’t like you back then, but things have changed.” You offered him a small smile, but it felt shy. “We’re not exactly fourteen, anymore.”

He returned your smile with one of his own. Just like yours, it was small and tender, and it sent something stirring in the depths of your belly. “No,” he murmured, “we’re not.”

“I,” you breathed, gulping down the last dredges of your grudge, “was stubborn back then.” You raised a shoulder. “In a way, I still am. I have too much pride for my own good too, but I don’t hate you.” The look you sent him had a spark of mischief, and his breath hitched. “Strongly dislike, at best.”

Clay blinked at you, looking half-surprised and half-awed at you. You squirmed under his gaze before he snapped out of his stupor, almost bashfully ducking his head. “I’m… It’s definitely too late for me to say this now when I really should have said it all those years ago, but I’m sorry. Really. I was a dick.”

You snorted under your breath, fondly mumbling, “Yeah, you were.”

His face perked up at the sound of your bitten back laugh. “I really shouldn’t have teased you so much. My reasons were… dumb.”

You cocked a brow at him, almost as if to say, Oh? Do elaborate.

But instead, you watched as his ears burned crimson red and he flashed you a pair of bright, pleading eyes. “Forgive me? Please.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, something new and warm bursting along the seams of your lungs. You couldn’t possibly say no to a face like that. Even the toughest person on the planet would crack under a look as sincere as that, you tried to reason, ultimately letting out a sigh with a stammer.

“O-Only if you actually can get me to understand this unit.” Pushing down the heat creeping up your neck, you pointed at him with an accusatory look. “Until then, you’re on thin ice.”

The grin he sent you was beyond dazzling—you couldn’t have brought yourself to look away even if you wanted to.

(And you didn’t.)

“Gotcha.”

Clay finished scribbling a diagram onto the new page of your notebook, flicking his thumb back to reveal the hordes of previous pages you had filled with other practice problems. If you were being honest, you were a little envious of just how neat his drawings were. No one should be able to draw a line as straight as that without a ruler, yet here he was, doing exactly that.

What a show-off.

Feeling your eyes on him, Clay lifted his head to catch your gaze, turning the notebook to face you. You tried to pretend the stumbling of your heart wasn’t because of him—not at all. “Do you get it?” he breathed.

You glanced back and forth between him and your page, your grip on your pencil falling slack. “I think so,” you said slowly. “Mostly, at least.”

He hummed for a moment, then flipped your notebook around until it was facing him again and holding an expectant, open hand toward you. Without even thinking, you dropped your pencil into his palm, a spark running up your fingers at the slight brush of his skin against yours. Carefully, he wrote a string of words on a new line, circling the sentence when he was done.

“Here,” he said gently, pushing the pencil back between your fingers, “try this question. This was one of the harder ones from my test.”

Gingerly, you peered down at the page, and your mouth fell open at the sight. This question was far more complicated than anything you had been solving in the textbook before this. What was he thinking?

“If you get it right,” he said suddenly, casting you out of your thoughts, “you should be all set.” His lips curved up into a taunting, knowing grin. “But it’s okay if you don’t get it—it is difficult, after all.”

You stared for a second longer, then grumbled under your breath. How could he read your mind like that? You were going to prove him wrong, even if only to knock that smug look off his face.

Leaning down, you tackled the problem head on, your pencil flying across the page as you spelled out formulas and equations, doodling a diagram when you had to and pausing to think every other breath. Before you, you didn’t see Clay watching you with a soft, tender gaze, taking in the way your fingers fidgeted against your pencil when you stopped and how you chewed on your mouth when you got nervous.

You really were more endearing than you could ever know.

Suddenly, you let your pencil clatter against the table as you pushed your notebook toward him, eyeing your pencil scratches with a wary look. “Done.”

His viridian eyes gleamed with excitement. “Alright,” he said, plucking the paper from your desk with a practiced ease, “let’s take a look.”

His gaze scanned your work intently, his lips pressed together in focus. You folded your hands onto your lap, trying to focus on his analysis of you work. But the longer you looked, the more you felt your gaze trailing up to graze his cheeks. Did he always have so many freckles? You didn’t remember seeing him with this many as a freshman, but you also spent more time glaring at him than staring at him back then.

In a way, he was kind of... pretty. Handsome, even. Not that you would ever say it out loud.

You suddenly had a strong urge to reach up and trace feather-light lines between each of his freckles, but before you could even take another breath, Clay’s eyes were on yours again. Unlike earlier, the look on his face was grave, and a small grimace overtook his features.

“I have bad news,” he said dryly.

Your heart fell.

Of course you got something wrong. You were a fool to think that things would change just because Clay would be teaching you instead.

But then, his grimace curled up at the corners, and your jaw dropped.

“I have nothing left to teach you in this unit.”

Your eyes widened.

“I got it right?”

He turned the notebook back to face you. A large check mark had been scribbled in pencil along the side of the page, a tiny smiley face decorating the corner next to it.

“Perfectly.”

The gasp you let out sent you barrelling for your feet, and you nearly started jumping for joy in the middle of your seat. “Yes!” you cried, pumping a hand up in the air. Suddenly, you whirled to point at Clay, a pout forming on your lips. “Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that.”

He chuckled, leaning back with his hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry. I saw the opportunity and just had to take it.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re terrible.”

His eyes softened—sincere and sweet. “I know.”

Ignoring the sudden burst of warmth rushing through your veins, you huffed at him. “Well, at least I have two pieces of good news for you. First,” you said, sliding your notebook off your desk, “we can both go home, now.”

“And the second?” he prompted, looking at you inquisitively.

You folded your notebook shut, boring a hole into your backpack with the intensity of your stare. You couldn’t look at him right now, you just couldn’t.

“Second,” you nearly whispered, “I accept your apology.”

Slipping your textbook into your bag, you heard him take a sharp intake of breath. “Really?”

You reached for your pencil case, fumbling with the zipper. “Yes.”

There was another breath, but this one was gentler, less harsh. You peeked up at him from your bag, and your heart stuttered at the ecstatic look on his face.

“This,” he said, “is the greatest day of my life.”

You blinked wildly at him, zipping your backpack up all the way before slinging it onto the desk. “That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his smile never once faltering. “Are you kidding? I thought you were going to hate my guts forever!”

You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I might have.” You paused. “Actually, I probably would have. But luckily for you—” You shot him a sincere look. “—not anymore.”

His grin grew impossibly wider, yet it somehow still looked natural on him. Deep down, a part of you wanted to bottle up his expression and remember it for as long as you lived.

“Like I said, greatest day of my life.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Weirdo.”

Pushing in your chair and gesturing for him to stand, you jutted your head toward the door. Clay didn’t need to be queued twice before he was rising to his feet, pushing the chair back to its rightful spot before heaving his duffel bag off the floor and onto his side. As the two of you headed out towards the door, a bought suddenly flickered across your head, and your lips began moving before you could even begin to think.

“One of these days, you need to tell me why you liked to pick on me so much. Like, seriously, why me?” You gestured to yourself as the two of you stepped outside into the school hallway. “I’m not exactly special.”

You hadn’t been looking at him in that moment, focused on closing the door behind you, but when he didn’t respond for a moment, you looked up and felt your lungs tighten. You had never seen Clay look so bashful in his life, with his ears flaring crimson red and a faint rosy tint dusting the panes of his cheeks. His freckles were only more noticeable with the pink background, and you nearly blurted something you knew you would regret.

“Maybe I’ll—” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, he was firing off once more. “In the meantime, if you still need help, I don’t mind coming in again next week or something.”

You nearly took a double take. Next week? He wanted to help you, again?

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you asked, scanning him with wide, curious eyes. “Like studying your own stuff.”

“You’re important,” he said abruptly.

You choked on your spit, and by the way he went absolutely stock still in front of you, you had a feeling he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh,” you whispered.

That warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier was rising between your lungs again, only this time it sent your heart racing around your chest. Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded your head once, twice.

“Sure,” you managed to say as calmly as you could. “The, um, the next unit looks a little confusing, so I might need some help.”

Clay’s face suddenly brightened at your soft request for assistance, and you caught his shoulders slumping with relief as he smiled. “Awesome.” He paused, then waved his hand. “Not the part about you needing help, I mean.”

You laughed a little at that, your nerves calming a bit more. “I would hope not.”

He smiled back at you. “So,” he said, drawing out the syllable, “I’ll be back same time next week?”

You couldn’t help but reach over to elbow him a little playfully. “Try to be on time though, yeah?”

He flushed a bit, but cracked a crooked grin nonetheless. “I’ll try my best.” He glanced over his shoulder down the hall, and you suddenly realized you would be heading in the opposite direction.

“I’ll see you around?” he murmured gently, brushing away his now dry hair from his forehead.

One of your hands tightened around the straps of your bag while the other waved back at him. “See you.”

With one last grin at you, you watched as he turned on his heel, striding down the hall with his duffel bag bouncing against the side of his hip. Just then, your eyes grew wide, and you cupped your hands around your mouth to call after him.

“One last thing, Clay!” you shouted, your voice echoing down the empty corridor.

At the sound of his name, he whipped around again, his brows knitted together. Breathing in deeply, you screwed your eyes shut and called out once more.

“Thank you!”

When you opened your eyes again, his emerald green eyes were blinking at you with wild abandon, his lips parted in what could only be described as a look of pure wonder. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wondered why he was looking at you of all people like that.

Swallowing, he sent you a lopsided, earnest smile and cupped his own hands around his mouth to shout back at you.

“Anytime!”

You kept waving at him even after he let his arms drop back to his sides and he vanished around the corner of the hall. Almost immediately, you bent over to bury your head into your knees, letting out a soft, muffled yell.

Why did your chest feel so warm when he looked at you like that? Why did you want to count his freckles so badly when he smiled? Was he always so nice, so helpful and kind? Why did he look so cute when his face flushed all pink like the way it did before? When did he become so endearing instead of annoying?

Did you like him?

You let out another muffled cry into your hands, feeling heat flood every part of your body like a tidal wave crashing into your system. You could hear your heart ringing in your ears like a bell that wouldn’t ever stop, and your toes curled into your shoes.

You had so, so many questions, none of which you knew how to solve.

Hopefully Clay could help you figure out the answers.

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Crossing Paths

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: You make the weapons drop with the Batch, then Omega’s new friend try to rope you all into the a new problem

Warning: none really, some angst, some fluff, TBB spoilers

Word Count: 1812

pt xv pt xvii

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You and Omega were examining the multiple weapons the Batch was assigned to give Gobi Glie.

“Why does Gobi Glie need all this again?”

“Many people aren’t very welcoming towards the Empire.”

“But you said he was famous as a freedom fighter and the Empire hasn’t been around for that long… does that mean he was still fighting before that?”

You nodded, placing a blaster down and looking at her, “A lot of twi’leks were taken from their homes and put into slavery.”

“But didn’t the Republic enforce that liberation act all those years ago?”

“Yes, but only in the systems in the Republic, there are those in the outer rim and the Confederacy of Independent Planets that it didn’t apply to.”

“Oh,” Omega sat back in one of the seats, “Like Caetum?”

You nodded, picking up another blaster and examining it. Of course it still bothered you that the Empire had taken over Caetum and treated your people poorly.

“Y’know… the rest of the batch never really talked about you. I’ve only heard them murmur in their sleep… I asked once, but they all went silent. You… you were a slave once, weren’t you?”

You hesitated before nodding with a small hum.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Lodestar.”

You looked at her with a smile before closing the weapons case and standing up. You then walked into the cockpit as Tech steered the ship, approaching the moon’s surface. There was a ship waiting already and you went to get your helmet.

“We’re reaching Ryloth, Omega.” You announced before you put your helmet on, so she nodded and went to the gunner’s mount to grab something. The ship then landed, so you opened the hatch to make it easier for the boys to move the weapons cases off the Marauder. You watched as they approached the awaiting twi’leks and eyed a much younger one with them. Omega must’ve seen her too because her head cocked up slightly as the young twi’lek approached the ship, admiring it.

“What kind of ship is this?” The young twi’lek wondered.

“It’s a modified Omicron Class Attack Shuttle.” Omega replied.

“Can I have a look inside?”

Omega looked at you, so you looked over to Hunter, who nodded gently. You looked down at her with a small nod so she got up and went in the ship with the girl at her tail. You stayed at the threshold of the hatch while the Batch talked with Gobi Glie. After a bit of conversation, Hunter turned to you and flicked his head to call you over. You stepped down from the ship and went to the small group, bowing your head shortly in greeting.

“This is our colleague: Lodestar.” Hunter introduced.

The twi’leks’ eyes widened slightly as they looked at you.

“You are Lodestar? The one who freed slaves in the Western Reaches?”

You nodded gently, “Sadly, my time of freeing has come to a delay.” You stated, your voice filtered by the modulator in your helmet.

“We understand. That is why we are here. The Empire has a… corrupt vision. Many on Ryloth do not want to be a part of it.”

You nodded, turning to see Omega and the young twi’lek exiting the ship. They rushed over and Omega stood by your side.

“Alright, we must get going. Thank you for making this drop. It was an honor meeting you all. Especially you, Lodestar.” Gobi Glie held out his hand and you grasped his forearm as he grasped yours in mutual respect. You urged Omega to follow her brothers and she waved.

“Bye, Hera.”

“Goodbye, Omega.”

You took a moment, watching as their ship made its way back to Ryloth before heading into the Marauder. You closed the hatch, then took off your helmet and took a deep breath. Your head dipped back slightly as you released it while closing your eyes.

“What is it?” Echo’s hushed voice came from beside you, which caused you to look at him.

“I’m alright…”

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you in the ‘fresher last night, mesh’la. There is something on your mind…”

You gave him a weak smile before cupping his face, “Always so caring…”

He reached his hand up to caress your arm, “You can tell me, my love.”

You took a moment before speaking, “I… I’m seen as this beacon of hope now… like how you all first saw me when I was just your communications officer…”

“Yes?”

“I hate to be the one to give people high expectations I cannot meet. To be the bringer of false hope…”

“There are some things we can and cannot do, mesh’la. You are just one person, you can’t change the course of one major thing like galactic liberation in one cycle… it takes time.”

You nodded, moving into his arms so he could embrace you, “I missed you, Eck.”

He chuckled, “I missed you too, mesh’la.”

You sighed gently, trying to make the hug last but not too long to delay him from any tasks. You finally let him go after another moment before he headed to the cockpit. Then you sat down as the ship left the moon’s orbit, setting course for Ord Mantell. Once it was safe to move around the cabin, you went towards the gunner’s mount to see what Omega was up to. You climbed the ladder carefully so as not to make too much noise. You popped your head up into the compartment and saw her close to the window, knees to her chest, pushing D-5 away from her as he rolled back as if it were a game of tag. You laughed gently as you made your way fully into the mount which caught her attention.

“That used to be my spot.”

“S-s-s-star!” D-5 bonked your arm and you pushed him back towards Omega, who smiled weakly before looking away, brows knitting together. You cocked your head in worry, moved closer to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno… I just…”

You caressed her hair gently, “Feelin’ a bit lonely?”

“Yeah.” Omega sighed.

“Never really around anyone your age... must’ve been nice meeting Hera.”

“Yeah. It was.”

You smiled and wrapped your arm around her, “I understand. I lived on Kamino for nearly 10 years and I was only surrounded by Kaminoans and clones. There was barely anyone like me unless the Jedi or any senators were visiting..” You chuckled, “This past year was odd because everyone didn’t look the same.”

Omega laughed gently with a nod, leaning into you. You smiled before leaving a gentle kiss on her head.

“Don’t worry, Omega. There’s a whole Galaxy to explore… more people will cross our path.”

She nodded with a hum before speaking, “For now… this is good.”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

The two of you stayed there, talking with each other. You were telling her a story about one of the first foodfights you witnessed as their communications officer.

“I can’t believe Tech was the one who started it!” Omega giggled and you nodded.

“Trust me, I was just as shocked. But then Wrecker took the lead and the others followed after him.”

She laughed gently, but then Hunter called to the both of you from the cockpit. You looked at her in confusion, but she shrugged before heading out of the gunner’s mount with you. You entered the cockpit with her and saw a hologram of the young twi’lek, Hera. Omega approached, trying to listen to the transmission.

“Omega, it’s Hera! The Empire has taken my parents, and they are after me now too. I’m sending coordinates. Please, hurry. I need your help.”

Hunter paused the transmission and looked to Omega, “You gave her our comm channel?”

“For emergencies--and that sounded pretty urgent. We have to go!”

“Perhaps the situation isn’t as dire. Children often overreact.”

“No we don’t! You heard her, she needs us!”

Hunter placed a hand on her shoulder, “Omega… it’s a big galaxy. We can’t put ourselves on the line every time someone’s in trouble.”

“Why not?” Omega questioned, “Isn’t that what soldiers do?”

You looked at Hunter with a small smile as he looked at her in slight shock. You then looked back at Omega and urged her to come to you before crouching down as she stood in front of you.

“Omega, you know I understand your concern more than anyone… we’ll go to Ryloth, but if something happens and we can’t help, then you know what we have to do.”

She looked at you for a moment before determination filled her eyes, “We’ll be able to help. I know it.”

*******

The Havoc Marauder landed in a secluded part of the valley, which was filled with cargo. You all filed out of the ship and looked around.

“What is this place?” Wrecker wondered.

“I think it’s a base… probably something Gobi Glie established.” You explained.

There was then a sudden commotion and you looked to see a C1 astromech droid approaching, waving it’s extensions around frantically.

“What’s his problem?” Wrecker asked as it approached Omega.

“Thank you for coming.” Hera approached you all, “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“You said you were in trouble.” Omega responded.

“Care to tell us why the Empire is after you?” Hunter butt in.

“Because my father is Cham Syndulla.”

Tech looked up from his datapad and pushed his goggles up, “The freedom fighter?”

“Yes… this was his old command outpost. It’s where I’ve been hiding. The Empire’s begun targeting anyone loyal to him.”

“What do you want us to do?” Echo finally spoke up.

“Free my parents from the capital. That’s where they’re being held.”

Everyone looked to each other concerned, which caused Hera to become more desperate.

“They can pay you if you get them out! Please? I don’t have anyone else to ask…” She then turned to you, “You are the famous Lodestar. My father and Gobi were talking about you. Many of the twi’leks know of you because you have helped many of our kin… they would be forever grateful.”

You turned your head slightly to Hunter, who looked at you. You still had your helmet on, but you knew he could tell what you were considering. Then Omega went to Hera’s side and gave her a nod.

Hunter let out a small sigh before speaking, “Let’s see what we’re up against first, but no guarantees.”

Omega and Hera smiled, but you took off your helmet then looked at Omega. You approached the two girls and smiled sadly.

“Omega… remember what I said on the ship.”

She nodded, “I know.”

You looked to Hera, “As I told Gobi… I am not that liberator anymore. The Empire knows about me also, so it isn’t as safe for me to do things like that anymore.”

Hera nodded. You all then headed towards the Capitol.

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[gubler-me-up]

Dream’s in Motion

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do something where the reader and spencer have been friends for a realllly long time & one night on the plane she ends up falling asleep on him or something and all the sudden it makes him realize his feelings & he’s like oh fuck i really like her and he ends up telling her and idk just something really cute??

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took AWHILE to write omg idek what’s wrong with me. I guess doing marketing work is taking all my creative juices away from me because by the end of the day ya girl be exhausted. That being said I’m glad I finally got to publish this cute fluff! Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: ~fluff~

Content warning: Like one swear word

Word count: 1.7

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Spencer walked up to Y/N’s hotel room door to see if she was ready to meet the team downstairs to leave for the jet back to Quantico. He knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to open up. Ever since they became friends five years ago when Y/N joined the team, they’ve made it a tradition to make sure they were both set to leave for the jet to go home.

Y/N opened the door with a huge smile already plastered on her face. She had her to-go back ready in her hand. Spencer smiled and held out his hand to her. She obliged and gave him her to-go bag. From the very beginning he would offer to carry her to-go bag out of courtesy. Before Y/N would refuse to let him carry it because she felt bad but he always insisted he would do anything to make her day easier.

“You’re such a gentleman, Spence. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how sweet you are,” she said as she closed the hotel room door.

He smiled. “You act as if I’m carrying you on my back.”

She giggled. “You might as well be.”

“I would if you wanted me to.”

“I’ll remember that next time I’m too tired to walk to the jet.”

They both laughed as they walked towards the elevator. The rest of the team was probably downstairs in the lobby waiting for them. They were always the last two to arrive which raised eyebrows and raised higher suspicions as to if they were just really good friends.

When they stepped into the elevator, Y/N was telling him something about what she was going to do when she got home but he found himself lost in her eyes. He found himself doing it often lately and felt bad whenever he did because he loved hearing her talk. He loved watching her smile once she remembered the little details in her story she forgot. He loved the excitement in her eyes whenever he had anything to add to her story.

Having Y/N in his life felt like an upgrade to him. They were always there for each other and understood each other deeper than anyone else. He probably spent more hours with her on his days off than he spent alone. The more they saw each other, the happier he was. It was unreal to him because no one person had ever made him feel a sense of euphoria before.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, they both could see the team waiting in the lobby. As they walked up towards them the looks already started to float around. Morgan’s eyebrow squiggled up as he gave Spencer a fascinated look. JJ tried to conceal her smile. Hotch looked at them unimpressed by their tardiness. Spencer and Y/N played every look off as cool as possible instead of trying to defend themselves.

“Nice for you two to finally join us,” JJ said.

“Better late than never,” Y/N said.

“Ten minutes late though?” Morgan asked.

“It’s been 10 minutes?” Spencer asked.

“We’ll discuss your time management skills on the jet. Let’s go,” Hotch said.

“Yes, sir,” they both said.

Spencer sat on the couch reading a book as everyone else on the jet was sleeping. It was the middle of the night by now as they were flying back to the east coast. He didn’t fall asleep like everyone else because someone was keeping him up. Y/N was still fighting sleep as she tried to finish her crossword puzzle next to him. He would quietly chime in here and there to help her out but she wanted to complete one on her own. She was still extremely grateful for his input as her brain slowly shut down.

She yawned for the fifteenth time within the hour. Spencer looked over at her to see her looking blankly at the crossword in front of her. He smiled as he placed his hand on the page. It took her a while to notice which told him she was even more tired than he originally thought.

“Y/N, I think you should get some rest. You’re really tired,” he softly said.

“But I want to keep you company,” she said through another yawn.

He blushed. “You just being by my side is company enough. You don’t have to be awake.”

She looked at him to give him a faint smile as her eyes could barely stay open. Without another word exchanged between both of them, she laid down with her head on his lap. Before she drifted off, she looked up at him with sleepy eyes as he looked at her surprised.

“You’re okay with me sleeping on you right?” She asked.

He nodded his head. “O-of course.”

She smiled one last time before making herself comfortable on his lap again. He picked up the blanket and draped it over her. He looked at her to see she had already drifted away. He felt the flutter in his chest again. He usually felt those flutters when they were alone. Even in a plane full of his team members and friends, she was the only one he focused on.

He put his book down and let out a deep sigh as he thought about this feeling inside of him. He looked at her peacefully sleeping on his lap. He liked how she was comfortable with him and he liked he could be the one to bring her comfort.

He sighed again as he took a moment to think about every time he and Y/N were together. The way she would look at him made him feel like the luckiest man out there. Every time they touched gave him a burst of energy. Her whole presence made him feel as if he was on another planet every time.

‘Oh fuck, I really like her,’ he thought to himself.

When he finally came to terms with it in his mind, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole jet ride. He didn’t even attempt to continue reading. No amount of words in his favourite book could distract him from the feelings he had finally come to terms with.

He looked down at her again. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face ever so gently so she wouldn’t wake up. Even in her sleep she smiled at his touch. He felt his face radiate as he saw her small smile appear and fade as she drifted back off to dreamland.

He stared out into space as he thought about her. He thought about how he would properly express himself to her without embarrassing himself. He didn’t even know if she felt the same fluttering feelings towards him. He pondered the whole way back to Quantico. Was telling her worth risking their friendship? Would she even reciprocate her feelings back to him? He understood if she didn’t but he secretly wished she would.

After a two hour flight, they were finally back in Quantico. It was the middle of the night so everyone was in a hurry to get in their cars and make their way home to get a decent night’s sleep. Spencer and Y/N walked to her car together as they hadn’t parked so far away from each other. Even though she was still tired, her profiler senses were still on point as she saw Spencer gripping the strap of his satchel tightly.

“Is everything okay, Spence?” She asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said.

“I didn’t sleep on you too hard, did I?” She joked.

“No, not at all,” he chuckled.

“So, what’s up? You think I don’t notice you gripping onto your satchel for dear life or your nervous expression?” She asked.

Spencer immediately stopped gripping his satchel strap so tight and fixed his nervous expression. Well, he tried to. Y/N raised an eyebrow as she wasn’t buying his attempt to avoid her questions.

“Are you trying to avoid answering me?” She asked.

“No, I would never,” he said.

“Seems like you would since you’re doing just that right now,” she said.

“It’s just…it’s hard to express,” he said.

Y/N looked at him in shock. “Dr. Spencer Reid finding it hard to express himself? Unheard of. It must be something really complex.”

“You can say that,” he said.

As they reached Y/N’s car, she grabbed his hand which had found itself back on his satchel strap. She held his hand close to her and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. He felt his face getting hot again as well as she looked deep into his eyes with that smile he loved so much plastered on her face.

“Well, you can attempt to express it to me,” she said.

At the moment she said those words, Spencer found his hands grip the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss. Y/N didn’t even pull away to question it and wrapped her arms around his neck to let him know the kiss was well received. As they parted lips, Spencer looked at her with a face coloured deep red. Y/N giggled at how flustered he looked.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know-”

“That was really hot. Like really, really hot.”

Spencer looked at her in shock. “Really? It wasn’t weird or awkward?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not at all. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long while but I’ve been too chicken to do it.”

“Really? You like me too?”

“Like? I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, good doctor.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we can discuss us over dinner sometime?”

“Only if we can do more of this.”

Y/N embraced Spencer in another quick kiss to seal the deal. When they parted Spencer couldn’t help smiling widely as he looked at her. He stroked her cheek as he got lost in her eyes.

“We can definitely do more of this,” he said.

“Finally,” they heard JJ and Morgan shout.

They turned to see they were both walking by on the other side. They gave them two thumbs up each with overjoyed looks on their face. Spencer and Y/N giggled as they watched how excited they were for them. They both knew they weren’t the only people who were waiting for a move to be made.

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[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

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female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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Draw Your Moon to Me (Fred Weasley)

A collection of short stories about time with Fred, heavily influenced by Foxing's latest album Draw Down the Moon, which is an album that everyone should listen to. Lyrics from each song are in italics at the beginning of each part. 

Word count: 9.6K (will also be posted on my Ao3 to read in chapters)

Warnings: Fred does The Big Sleep, slight canon divergence, like one scene with an allusion to sex, friends-to-lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, pining, ANGST, so much angst, death, one scene of talk of marriage and kids, writing that gets better after the prologue, lyrics from the album sprinkled in randomly

Most of these images were found on pinterest and they are not mine!

Prologue- 737

The love never believed The dead who never speak The spells we're whispering Draw your moon to me

Two things have been constants since the dawn of man: love and loss. 

Love is what created the world. Love is what kept the human race alive since the beginning and made our short time on this planet worthwhile. To live without love is to not live at all, and you saw proof of this every day in the way mothers would happily die for their children and young lovers still chose to be wed even in the middle of a war. You felt it in the way he made you feel weightless and loved when the world got too heavy.

While almost everyone loved, it was an indisputable fact that everyone who ever existed will die. Many have tried to fool death; to either hide from death or gloat some false attempt at immortality right in front of its horrid face, but it was fruitless. We all become dust eventually; nothing more than an empty shell and a memory for those we leave behind. No one can stop death forever, no matter how badly we may want to.

Love and loss have been the only constants in the world since the dawn of man.

You just never would have imagined you would experience both of these for the same person. At least, not so soon.

One- Go Down Together 

You and I We'll go down there together Side by side And if you should fall I'll follow behind We'll go down there together

Your lungs burned as you ran, turning down yet another corridor in the vast castle. You willed your legs to carry you quicker while an identical set of redheads ran past you, wide grins adorning both of their faces. 

"Having trouble keeping up with us, love?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, I think we may have to leave you behind next time," George continued without missing a beat. "Can't have you slowing us down."

"Oh, come off it," you snapped, "It's not my fault your legs are stupidly long."

The portrait of the fat lady was finally in sight and you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing your destination was close. Fred yelled the password and she slowly opened the portrait hole; scolding him for being so loud at this time of night while doing so. The three of you piled into the common room and finally allowed yourselves to laugh freely now that the prank was over and you were in the common room.

You were safe. 

George threw himself down on a worn armchair, finally able to relax since the chances of getting caught now were slim to none. "Ah, I wish I could see the look on old Filch's face right about now. I'll bet he's furious."

"When is he not furious," you joked, taking your seat next to Fred on the sofa. "I'm just glad we made it back."

Fred couldn't help the scoff that left him at your comment, "Oh come on, the possibility of getting caught is half the fun!" He said, ruffling your hair before pulling you closer to him; his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

George raised an eyebrow at his brother's sudden display of affection, causing a blush to blossom on your cheeks. George had figured out your feelings for his twin last year, being the intuitive guy that he is, and to your surprise he never made fun of your feelings (although, he never missed the chance to send some smart comment your way when his brother did anything affectionate). He also never made it super obvious to Fred, and for that you were grateful. You wanted to keep your feelings to yourself for a little longer, if you could help it.

"I think we should try and hit Mad-Eye next," Fred exclaimed, "He's sure to give us a run for our galleons."

"Mad-Eye?" You asked incredulously, horrified at the thought of possibly getting caught by him. 

"Yeah! We haven't hit a Dark Arts professor since we got Lockhart in fourth year."

"But he's scary!" You knew you must have sounded like a child, but you couldn't help it. He was scary and his bionic eye freaked you out. 

"You know," George looked directly at you, a knowing glint in his eye, "You're always so nervous to join in on our fun. I wonder if there's another reason you're so keen to be friends with us." He wore the faintest hint of a smirk as he finished his statement, and you had half a mind to wipe it right off.

"You're right, George. I have no idea why I agree to be seen with you idiots, either." You replied as nonchalantly as you could, silently pleading with him to give it up.

George barked out a laugh and threw his hands up in defeat at your words, agreeing to drop the subject, "Fine, fine. You win."

Fred wasn't ready to let his comment go, though. "Georgie has a point, you know. You're not really a big prankster like us."

"You're my best friend, Fred. Doesn't it come with the territory?"

George feigned offense at your words, "What am I, just some bloke that hangs around?"

"You know you're both my best friends."

"Just indulge us. Why do you do it?" Fred asked.

You paused, carefully choosing your words before speaking, "It's the rush of possibly getting caught. You and George; you do it for attention, or to cause mayhem, or just to test what you two are capable of. When I first got roped into one of your practical jokes back in first year, I liked it for the same reasons, but now I like the rush it gives. The run back to safety, or watching from behind the nearest corner and hoping you're not seen. It's like being on a roller coaster; you're terrified during all of the swoops and drops, but you're breathless near the end and excited to do it again. It's exhilarating." You don't tell him that it's fun or exhilarating because of him, or the fact that he makes you feel alive when life gets you down; you're keeping that close to the chest for now. "Besides, we're in it together for the long haul, aren't we? If you go down, then we'll go down together."

You pointedly ignored the shit-eating grin on George's face. He could really just sod off.

Your reasoning seemed to be enough for Fred however, if his smile was any indication. "We'll go down together," he repeated, pulling you closer to him, "I like that."

Two- Beacons

I'm running with you now, we're a stampede, tell me Everything I know about love Now it's thicker than my blood I thought I couldn't move my feet, but I'm Running with you now, we're a stampede

School was out for summer, Fred's two favorite people were with him, and he was feeling good.

Not to mention the fact that he and George were officially adults as of April 1st, and they could quite literally do anything they wanted with their lives thanks to the prize money Harry had given them. Fred had decided that absolutely nothing was going to ruin his good mood today; not even the horrible news that the Dark Lord was back. It may have been selfish of him since he knew the whole situation was quite awful, but it was the first full day of summer, the family was finally able to celebrate their 17th birthdays, and you were leaving to go home in the morning. 

Despair and dread would just have to wait a little longer.

It had been a perfect day of swimming in the lake behind the house and playing quidditch, followed by a huge birthday dinner cooked by his mum, complete with cake and a few presents as well. His parents got him and George matching watches, as it was customary to give a watch to a young wizard turning seventeen. Bill and Charlie gave them each a Gringotts bank note, knowing that they'd much rather have money for their shop than anything else. You had given them their gift on their actual birthday at Hogwarts; a lovely trunk with Weasley & Weasley stamped proudly on the front of it, ("For your wheezes," you'd said, "just don't tell your mum I said that.")

Since the party was over and everyone was too exhausted from the day to do much of anything else, Fred and George ended up wandering to the backyard, making plans for their shop and eventually, talking about you.

"Have you noticed a change in her?" Fred asked his brother. When he noticed the confused look on George's face he elaborated, "I mean, she's still her, but since the ball she seems a little different."

"I wondered when you'd finally realize it, mate." George said with a smile.

"What? Did she say something to you that night?"

"She says it all the time, you just don't know how to listen."

"Oi, stop with the bloody riddles."

"I really have to spell it out for you, don't I?" George sighed. "You didn't hear this from me, but I think she was a little upset that you went with Angelina."

"But why? She likes Angelina."

"Yeah, but do you?"

Fred didn't even have to think about his answer because no, he didn't like Angelina; not even close to the way he liked you.

"Ah! Speak of the devil." Fred looked up from the blades of grass he had been playing with and saw you, standing over them with a concerned look on your face and a small box behind your back.

"What are you two planning?" You asked.

"Nothing, my dear," said George, brushing grass off of his trousers as he stood, "but I think this is where I leave the two of you." With a subtle wink thrown in Fred's direction, he was off, leaving you and Fred alone under the stars. 

"Should I be worried for my own well being?" You asked, taking George's spot against the tree Fred was leaning on.

He shook his head, "Not at all, love. Just discussing business plans." 

You weren't convinced, but you let it go for now, placing the black box in Fred's hand. "Well, I have something for you."

"But you already gave us our gift."

"Yes, but I wanted to give the two of you something else," you explained, "It's really for you both, but since George ran off, I reckon you can give him his later."

Fred was intrigued, and he opened the box to reveal two silk ties, one deep purple with little orange designs all around it and the other the exact contrast; bright orange with purple details lining it. It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever given him, and the fact that it came from you made it all the more special.

"Obviously, there's one for each of you," you said as Fred ran his fingers along the soft fabric, "I thought when you finally open your shop, you can wear these on opening day. If you like them, of course. If not I can just bring-"

Fred stopped your rambling with a bone crushing hug, which you reciprocated after a moment. You seemed to soften into him instantly; your nerves seemingly calmed.

"I love them," He mumbled into your hair, truly meaning it. For a moment, he was amazed at how lucky he was to have you in his life. He thought of how he loved you, and if you could ever possibly feel the same as he did. His mind wandered to the conversation he had with his twin minutes ago about you not liking his choice of date for the stupid ball, and something clicked.

Fred pulled away from you suddenly, his hands still on your shoulders as he searched your face for any indication of your feelings. You seemed to shine even in the vast darkness of the country night, and Fred briefly thought of some metaphor for a light in dark times. He swore he saw a pleading look in your eye, but he lost his nerve; a rare moment for Fred Weasley. It had been a perfect day, and he wouldn't ruin it by confessing one-sided feelings.

Those would just have to wait, too.

"Really, thank you. Although now I suppose I have to get you a second gift too, don't I?"

"I'd expect nothing less," you teased, nudging his shoulder before leaning into him, and while you both traced constellations in the night sky, Fred thought this was a perfect ending to a perfect day with you.

Three- Draw Down the Moon

I want to draw down the moon For nothing but to deserve you Oh, but I want to show you, I I can keep it all together

You couldn't sleep.

While you normally slept soundly on your first night back at Hogwarts; being too exhausted by the journey to do anything other than sleep; this bed squeaked, Alicia was snoring, and you just couldn't turn your brain off.

You were thinking of Fred, of course.

He had been...different since you arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place a week before. At first you chalked it up to being in a strange place; you usually joined the Wesley's at the Burrow the week before term started, so you figured he was adjusting to life in a different setting. It could be the impending war that was making him act differently, or maybe it was the fact that he and George had turned 17 a few months prior, and now that they were officially adults, Fred felt that he didn't need to go back to school. 

Alicia made her opinions clear to you at the welcoming feast, but you quickly waved them off. As much as you wanted her to be right, you couldn't let your heart accept the possibility that Fred may harbor the same feelings for you that you've had for him for so long. It would hurt too much when you'd inevitably find out that all he would ever view you as was his closest friend.��

Finally having enough of this squeaky bed after one too many turns, you decided to go into the common room, making a mental note to find a book on household charms in the library the next day. You tiptoed out of the shared room and down the stairs to your favorite seat in the common room. It was a big chaise lounge with lots of pillows and since it was right up against the large window, it allowed you a perfect view of the moon on clear nights. 

Once you were finally comfortable, you allowed your mind to wander yet again. That is, until a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Couldn't sleep either I reckon?"

You couldn't help the frightened shriek that left you at Fred's sudden greeting, causing a wide smile to stretch on his face. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, sneaking up on me like that?" 

"What, you thought I was You-Know-Who coming to get you?" He joked, "Mind if I sit with you?"

Once your breathing returned to normal, you nodded, shifting so he could sit behind you with his back against the chaise; his arms around you and your back pressed against his chest. Alicia's words rang in your ear, her insistence of 'Everyone knows he fancies you. Everyone but you, of course,' but still, you buried them. This was not the first time you and Fred had cuddled, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. This was normal. 

Perfectly normal for...just friends to do. Right?

"So why couldn't you sleep?" His voice once again broke you out of your reverie, and you searched your brain for a suitable response. 

"My new bed is loud, I didn't wanna wake the girls up. I'll need to find time to look up a spell to fix it tomorrow." He muttered what sounded like an incantation in your ear in response. You turned to look at him, "What was that?"

"The charm to fix anything squeaky, obviously."

You stared at him, "Do I even want to know how you know that spell?"

Fred shook his head, "Don't be a prat, it's nothing like that."

"Sure," you answered, hating the pang of jealousy you felt, even though his response should have comforted you. "Your turn, Freddie. What's keeping you up on this lovely evening?"

He took a beat before answering, "Remember when we threw snowballs at Quirrel in our third year, not knowing we were actually hitting Voldy in the face?"

You chuckled, happy to be away from the conversation of squeaky beds, "I don't think that'll ever stop being funny."

"No, I don't believe it will."

You were quiet for a moment, "Remember when you nearly gave me a heart attack by trying to put your name in the goblet last year?"

"Hey! Georgie and I would've done okay if we could have made it in."

"You would have died if you would have been in that cemetery with Harry, what would I have done then?"

That quickly shut him up, leaving both of you in somewhat of an awkward silence until he spoke up again. "Remember when you went to the ball with George last year?"

Well, this was not where you expected this to go. 

You turned to face him again to find he was already looking at you, "Only because you went with Angelina," you answered slowly.

Fred nodded, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that." His voice was quiet now, "I didn't think that one through."

"Why does this matter now, Freddie?"

"You know, everyone thinks my brother and I are fearless, but that's not true," you raised your eyebrow at this seemingly random statement, but he went on. "I thought I was, but it just took me a while to find out what I'm afraid of."

"Fred, what are you-"

"I wanted to ask you to go to the ball, only I didn't know how you felt about me, so I kept my distance and tried to stop how I felt. But what I've realized is that I'm never gonna stop loving you. If I could, I would have done it by now. I thought I was scared of screwing this up, but what I was really scared of is losing you," he took a breath, "I love you, so I'm facing my fear and telling you because I think you love me too."

Fred waited with bated breath for you to say something, but your brain seemed to have short circuited around the 'I'm never gonna stop loving you' part. Thankfully seeing his hopeful expression falter after a few moments snapped you out of your trance, "I swear if this is some sick joke I will never speak to you again, Fred Weasley."

Fred's face fell even more; affronted by the fact that you thought he would ever joke about this. Instead of replying, Fred placed a careful hand on your cheek and brought his lips to yours, and you felt like you had been submerged in water and now were finally breathing fresh air again. It was a strange mix of refreshed and utterly over the moon, and it was a feeling you'd never tire of.

He pulled away after a moment, and you realized you hadn't given him an answer yet. With a smile and a flutter in your chest, you whispered "I'm never gonna stop loving you either, Freddie."

Four- Where The Lightning Strikes Twice

When cartilage leaves our knees and Sky refuses to weep well I will stand ancient with you And if I'm too high to speak but Too drunk to shut up Let me take my time, let me find my words

Hogwarts was truly an awful place to be this school year.

You never thought you'd string those words together, but life under Umbridge's thumb was quickly becoming too terrible to bear. With Dumbledore gone and Umbridge fully backed by the Ministry, it was a wonder anyone at Hogwarts had held on this long. The entire student body was miserable, and the more you noticed students with scarred hands, the angrier you got, and life at Hogwarts seemed to get more hopeless. 

Apart from Harry, this school year seemed to be taking a toll on the twins more than anyone. They had been banned from Quidditch and just about every other activity they enjoyed, they were tied with Harry for the amounts of detentions they had received, and they weren't learning anything in their classes; too mentally exhausted to pay much attention in the classroom.

Not that they were planning on using the skills they learned in the classroom in their adult lives, anyway. 

You knew they were opening the joke shop right after graduation. To peers in the hallways and friends in DA lessons, the toys and treats Fred and George carried in their trunk were just welcomed distractions from the gloomy days at Hogwarts. You knew what they really were, though. You knew they were testing their products; seeing what would sell and what wouldn't, taking note of any side effects their candies may have. The twins were intelligent, more so than most gave them credit for, and they were planning something big.

You were happy for them, of course. Opening their very own store was their dream, and you wanted them to be happy more than anything else, but you also wondered when exactly they'd put their plan into action. They had been dropping little hints for weeks now, saying things like "If we wait until graduation" and things of the sort. While you wanted them to do what was right for them, you couldn't bear the thought of them leaving before the end of term. You had no idea how you'd survive these last few months alone at Hogwarts.

It had been a quiet day in the castle. No new decrees had been implemented, and Umbridge was overseeing the fifth years taking their OWLs in the Great Hall. The common room was quiet until Fred and George came rushing down the stairs from their dorm room each with a duffle bag slung over their shoulders and two brooms in George's hands.

And you felt your heart drop at the realization that this was it.

"There you are!" Fred shouted, noticing you by the window. He shot a look to his brother, and George mentioned something about waiting outside before leaving through the portrait hole.

Fred took a seat by you and grabbed your hand, although he could barely sit still in his apparent excitement. It was a sharp contrast to how you felt in the moment.

"Today's the day, innit?" Your voice quivered, though you already knew the answer. 

He nodded eagerly, "It is, my love! We decided late last night. Everything's ready, the storefront is ours, and we can't take that pink toad anymore. This is it, our grand exit! It's going to be bloody brilliant, just you wait. I can't wait to see her face! Hogwarts will never see anything like this again!" He was too excited to stop his rambling, and in your heart you knew this was the right thing. Seeing the passion in his eyes made you feel a little better, but the fact that he was leaving you still stung.

"So I guess this is it for a while, huh?" You asked through a forced smile. "Promise you'll write, at least."

If possible, Fred's smile grew even more, "Ah, on the contrary. We want you to come with us today."

Uh, what?

Before waiting for you to answer, he continued on, "Come on, you didn't think I'd leave you here, did you? It'll be great; you can run the shop with us; work on the books or help with new product ideas!"

Your mind was racing; you never expected this to ever even be a possibility. Yet here it was; a chance to leave Hogwarts and Umbridge forever. A chance to drop out of school with only six weeks of term left. You couldn't even think about how angry your parents would be.

"Freddie," you started, "this is all very sudden."

"I know, and I'm so sorry, love. We planned on staying until graduation, really, but it's time. I won't blame you if you don't come with us, and of course I'll write to you constantly if you choose to stay. I just didn't think you'd want to and I don't want you to, either."

After many moments of silent deliberation you came to your decision. It was really the only choice, but it still hurt your heart to say, "Fred, I can't." The joyous look on his face fell, just a little, and it made you feel even worse. "I want to go with you so badly, and I'll miss you both so much, but it's only a few weeks. I'll graduate, and then I'll be right there to help with the shop."

Fred nodded, heaving out a sigh before speaking, "Well, I can't say that I'm not surprised or a little sad, but I respect your decision. Just know that I will be here on graduation day ready to take you to the flat Georgie and I are getting above the shop."

"I can't wait," you said, "I'll be there until you don't want me anymore."

"Well then I guess you'll be by my side until we're ancient." He punctuated his statement with a searing kiss, one meant to get you both through the coming weeks. "At least come to see us off?"

After you met George outside of the common room, the three of you ran to the Great Hall, and your best friends began their grand exit. Parchment whirled all over, purple and pink fireworks bursted all around you, and Fred swooped down on his broom to give you a final kiss, just to piss Umbridge off even more. You watched the boys fly off into the sky, and though you were hurting, you knew this was the right thing for them, and you'd be with Fred again soon enough. This time for good.

Five- Bialystok

Sacred insignificance Steeped in cosmic bliss I'm dragging myself back home But I'm homesick everywhere I go Oh, without you

Today was the first day Fred hadn't thought about the upcoming war in months. 

It almost felt selfish to not think about it since people were disappearing every day, but Fred's mind just couldn't seem to go there after the day he was having.

After a busy morning at the shop with Hogwarts students stocking up goodies during the Christmas holiday, he left at around a quarter to one, taking the steps two at a time until he reached the flat above their joke shop, where you were waiting for him with a smile and a hot cup of tea.

Really, how could he think of all of the despair in the world when he got to come to this? This cozy, beautiful life the two of you were building together meant everything to him, and he was more than thankful to be able to walk home to you every day, knowing that he was one of the lucky ones. Not everyone gets to go home in times like these.

The two of you had decided to take it easy; just lay on the couch watching the muggle television you had insisted on buying when the three of you first moved in. It really hadn't taken much convincing for either Fred or George, and you quickly made it a focal point in your living room for movie nights. (Fred also couldn't deny that he absolutely loved seeing his father's face light up at the sight of it each time he visited, ‘Oh, what geniuses those Muggles are,' he'd exclaim, 'They even call them 'move'-ies, what fun!')

In the spirit of relaxation and taking it easy the two of you quickly changed into comfortable clothes and laid on the couch, your head on Fred's chest, not doing much of anything at all but watching some cheesy Christmas movie you had found.

The movie had ended, so you shifted your gaze from the television to Fred's face, resting your chin on the backs of your hands. Fred tightened his arm around you, using his other hand to flick a few stray pieces of hair that had fallen in your face and he felt...peace. 

Because you weren't just his girlfriend, or his best friend; you were his home. The reason to wake up, to walk on, and to fight. He'd draw down the moon for you if he had to; just to prove his love to you. 

"Whatcha thinking about, Freddie?" You asked, noting the pensive look on his handsome face. 

"Just you, and us."

"Us?" Your curiosity was piqued and your cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink.

Adorable, he thought.

"Yeah, y'know, just this. Watching television next to you, dancing to your muggle music in the kitchen. It's nice, innit? Seemingly insignificant to an outsider, perhaps, but these little moments of bliss mean everything to me." He knew he was being a sap, but seeing the way his words made you smile made him not mind it one bit. "I feel homesick everywhere I go without you."

The blush on your cheeks deepened even more, "Well then I guess it's my job to always make sure you feel at home."

"You already do, love. I'm gonna marry you, y'know." It was an open secret between the two of you and everyone else you knew that you were destined for each other. Although you were young, just halfway to nineteen, it was obvious to anyone that spent more than ten minutes around the both of you. Still, the mention of this must have excited you, because you swung a leg over his body and moved to straddle his waist, pressing a quick kiss to his nose.

"I don't suppose I'll know when this proposal is coming, do I?"

"Of course not, it has to be a complete surprise."

"Just no grand, public gestures."

"Only the grandest for you, my love. Fireworks in the sky, dancers in the streets of Diagon, the whole nine!"

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself "Okay, but we'll need a house of our own after this spectacle. Any thoughts?"

Fred's answer was on the tip of his tongue, "A home on the outskirts of the city, with a big yard and lots of space for my experiments."

"And a big kitchen with a big table for when your family comes to visit."

Fred hummed in agreement, "And enough rooms for a few little troublemakers of our own, hmm?"

You pretended to think about this for a moment, “I don't know if I can handle any more Fred Weasleys in the world."

"Oh, shut it," he muttered, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, moving to a sitting position in the process; your legs still on either side of his as his hands began to inch your shirt over your head.

"A little eager, are we?" You asked, laughter in your voice as his fingers tickled your sides.

"What can I say; I guess this talk about kids got me excited and Georgie is out for a few more hours. Plus, I wanna practice."

Six- At Least We Found The Floor

"Well honey, at least you found the floor It can't get much worse than this" "Hey honey, this isn't the floor yet It's gonna get much worse than this"

Muggles had this saying; a turn of phrase that never really made sense to you:

Never say that things can't get worse, because they always will if you do.

You thought it was a load of bollocks. No one person was able to change what was going to happen just by speaking those words; Fate's mind was already made up. You rathered a different muggle phrase: If it's meant to happen, it will. 

Things were getting worse each day in the wizarding world. It seemed like Dumbledore's death had been a catalyst; a way to open the floodgates and allow You-Know-Who to increase his numbers and put more of his master plan into action. Then there were more disappearances and murders, and of course the awful flight to get Harry which resulted in George losing a damn ear and Mad-Eye losing his life.

The wedding got ambushed, then Harry, Ron, and Hermione went missing, and since that night it's seemed like everything got even worse.

Fred was halfway out of his mind at this point. He had a tendency to fully immerse himself in anything he truly cared about, which could be both a blessing and a curse at times. It's what made him so gifted at charms and a successful business owner, but at times he'd make himself sick working ridiculous hours and forget to eat. Oftentimes when the shop first opened you'd wake up at one or two in the morning to find him at the dining table designing products or obsessing over the numbers. If he cared about a cause, he'd throw himself into it completely. Lately, it was The Order and Potterwatch. While you admired his dedication, you were starting to worry about his mental wellbeing. 

Not even the Christmas season had raised the spirits of the Wesleys. With Ginny at school, Percy still being a prat, and Ron wherever he was, the family didn't think a get together was even worth it.

Despite the gloom this season, today was Boxing Day and Fred, George, and yourself had decided to visit Bill and Fleur. What you weren't expecting is for Ron to be there as well, looking even more scruffy than normal. The six of you spent the evening drinking and making plans for the war while listening to Ron talk about what they had been doing for the months they'd been gone. As you listened, you could tell that Ron held a lot back; not wanting to tell the full truth of what they were doing. You also noticed Fred getting more fidgety as his story went on.

After quite a few butterbeers and one too many yelling matches between Ron and Bill about Ron's recklessness, Ron, George, Bill and Fleur had gone up to bed, leaving you and Fred alone on the pull out sofa in the sitting room. He had been quiet, picking at his nails and staring at nothing.

"Knut for your thoughts?" 

Your question seemed to snap Fred from his thoughts. "Just can't believe what Ron was saying earlier, 'bout them going hunting. We all knew they were doing something for the cause, but I didn't think they'd be daft enough to actually go hunting You-Know-Who."

"They're smart and Harry knows what he's doing, they'll be okay," you reasoned, only half heartedly believing what you were saying.

Fred rubbed his face furiously, keeping whatever tears may come at bay. "Everything is just so messed up. My little brother has been gallivanting all over England looking for evil incarnate, Ginny is probably being tortured over at school, and the world is going to shite and it's only getting worse."

You wished you could offer him any kind of comfort, but you knew this side of Fred. It was one that probably only you and George saw; one where the Fred everyone loved was overshadowed by one full of fear, dread, and pessimism. The only thing you could do to try to quell his nerves is hold his hand to let him know you were still here for him. You knew the demon in his ear wouldn't accept any words of comfort you'd think of, so the two of you sat on the couch in silence with his hand in yours.

"I want you to stay here for a while, please." He said suddenly. 

"Excuse me?"

"Please," he repeated, "It's getting worse; I've got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that's telling me something bad is happening soon. Not a lot of people know about this place; you should stay here, help Bill and Fleur with the Order. You'll be safer."

"And what about you, Fred?" You nearly shouted, aware of the others sleeping upstairs but not really caring at this moment. The silence that followed told you everything you needed to know. "You're seriously leaving me here?"

"Only for a little while. I'll come visit as often as I can, of course, but this place is safer than the city. Just until this is all over. After we win and it's safe, I swear we'll be together, if you'll have me. I'll spend my life making this up to you." A tear escaped him, then another, until they flowed freely down his face and you knew he wasn't only crying for you, but also for his family and the terrible truth that the good side might not win this war. Soon you allowed yourself to cry with him; sharing last kisses and drying your tears until the two of you finally found sleep. 

You were cold when you woke the next morning; Fred's side of the bed showed no signs that anyone had been there only a few hours before. You were alone, and you couldn't help but wonder if things could get any worse.

Seven- Cold Blooded

I wish that I could get out of my head but I'm back in it again It feels the same at least

You truly believed that you had run out of tears to cry.

The last few years had been trying for everyone in the Wizarding World, and although you knew that other people had far more important problems than you, you were sick of the sadness that surrounded you. You had cried for Cedric, for Sirius, Dumbledore, Mad Eye, and the countless muggleborns that were being hunted down everyday. You missed the childlike wonder you experienced during your time at Hogwarts, and you desperately tried to hold on to the hope that your side would win this war. For the first few months after Christmas, you also cried for you and Fred.

That was one of the only things keeping you going, really. Fred's promise rang in your head every day, 'After we win and it's safe, I swear we'll be together, if you'll have me. I'll spend my life making this up to you.' Part of you couldn't really blame him for what he did. He was only doing what he felt in his heart was the right thing to do, and it's not like he broke up with you or said he no longer loved you, so it could have been worse.

Part of you was also still incredibly pissed off at him, however.

What did he think he was doing, leaving you like this? Loathe as you were to admit it, you needed him. Especially now when the world was darker than ever, you needed the light he brought into your life. So yeah, you were pissed. Pissed off at the world, the war, and at Fred for leaving you alone, flailing in the dust with hot, angry tears falling from your eyes the first few nights at Shell Cottage. 

Fred had only visited Shell Cottage a handful of times since Boxing Day. While he was with you, your worries would subside and your heart felt a little lighter, but then he'd leave with a kiss and a heartfelt 'I love you' and your world would get darker again.

By the time May came around, you were sick of it all. Sick of the worry and grief and hearing Fred's voice on Potterwatch more than you saw him in person. You were also sick of living on this bloody beach, so when the three of you got the call that Harry had shown up at Hogwarts to fight, you were the first to grab your wand and apparate to the Hog's Head.

After crawling through the tunnel connecting the bar to Hogwarts, you were met with members of the Order and dozens of students gathered in what looked like the Room of Requirement. You scanned the room for anyone with red hair, finding Arthur, Ron, Ginny, and finally Fred.

You were running before you even realized; it had been at least two months since he had visited Shell Cottage and missed him more than you thought you could miss one person. He turned as you neared him, and you ran right into his open arms.

"Hello, love," Fred said, placing a quick kiss on your hair.

You pulled away as Kingsley addressed the room, but Fred kept one arm around your shoulders. It was one of the things you missed most; the comfort he could bring you with just a touch.

While the Order made their plans for the battle, Fred volunteered the three of you to guard the entrances to the school. You noticed a fire in his eyes as he spoke, and it seemed like the adrenaline of the fight and finally being together again sparked something in Fred. He was no longer the Fred that left you on Boxing Day, the daring, determined, "anything is possible" Fred Weasley was back.

Teachers, Order members, and students disbursed all around you, and you knew it was time. George threw the two of you a wink before running off towards the entrances, yelling something about seeing you both later. Fred's arm left your shoulder but his hands quickly found yours, "Are you ready?" 

You nodded, and Fred pressed one final kiss to your lips. It was soft and warm and over far too soon, and you tried to take in everything about the moment that you could. How his hands gently squeezed yours, the way a simple kiss made you feel like you were flying. The two of you stayed like that, foreheads touching, sharing a silent prayer and a brief moment of peace before you joined George for the fight.

Fred pulled away first, and you knew it was time. You both took a breath and ran off, hand in hand, into the chaos that awaited.

Eight- If I Believed In Love 

Every time I run wild from the hint at heaven Oh now, what do you believe in? Every day I spent pent up in a blind I wonder Oh now, what do you believe in?

As a child, you truly believed that love was the key to everything. The books your mother read to you as a youngster fueled that belief, all with a princess in need of saving and a dashing knight who would do anything to help her. They made you believe that a life without love had to be bleak and miserable. 

You grew up, and you knew that your parents loved you. You saw evidence of their love every day, even if they didn't say it. Then you met the twins, then Mrs. Weasley, and you saw the epitome of motherly love in her. Her love towards her children, and even her 'adopted' children, was unyielding and true, and it comforted you to see such love in one person. 

You knew you loved Fred at a young age, but it was the same way you loved George, and Ron, and Ginny and Charlie. Before long, however, you realized that you were in love with him. It terrified and exhilarated you at the same time, not knowing if he would share in your love. Then he kissed you and told you that yes, he loved you too, and you swore you would never feel that feeling with anyone else.

But, if war was good for anything, it shook one's belief in goodness, kindness, and most importantly, love.

The Order had arrived at the castle just a few hours ago, but it felt like you had been fighting for days. The air around you reeked of blood and smoke and death, and the battle showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Love wasn't going to save you now; your silly childhood belief that love would conquer all had no place here. Only fighting for that love was going to help you. 

George, Fred, and yourself were near the school's main entrance, doing all you could to fend off the enemy. After shooting a hex at a masked Death Eater, you turned to your left and assisted George with two assailants he was currently struggling against. Fred had run off around the corner minutes ago, undoubtedly following a Death Eater, but you didn't have time to think about him right now. All you could do was focus on the evil in front you. 

Once the smaller of the two was petrified and the other thrown over the rampart, the high pitched, sickening voice of Voldemort permeated the air. It felt like it was in your brain, piercing it, and a quick look at George confirmed that he was in the same boat as you; covering his ears as a feeble attempt to alleviate the painful stabbing in his head. As his announcement ended you finally breathed, finding little room to relax once you realized you'd get a short respite from the fighting.

"You okay?" George asked you, scanning your face for any signs of pain or discomfort. 

"Yeah, you?" With a brief nod of his head, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, let's go get Freddie."

But as the two of you turned the corner and saw Fred, motionless on the stone floor, the little relief you had felt moments ago left you. 

You didn't want to believe it; couldn't believe it. The thought of Fred not being on this earth anymore was too awful to even consider. Anything was better than that; you hoped he was petrified or that this was just an awful prank gone too far. But somehow you knew, deep down, that this was not the case. You wanted to be sick; you wanted to scream until your throat was raw and the crushing pain you felt in your chest was overshadowed by anything else, but you couldn't. It seemed like some twisted nightmare that you desperately hoped to wake from, but the ache in your heart was far too vivid to be a dream. 

Fred was dead.

You barely heard George's anguished scream as he ran to his brother's body and you fought to breathe. Your legs seemed to move on their own as you reached the pair of them; slowly kneeling before Fred. Deep, brown eyes, open but unseeing and his lips frozen into a smile. You weren't crying, you couldn't even breathe as you looked at Fred's face; too shocked to do anything but stare as a line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Your heart ached for George, and you knew you had to keep your composure for his sake. Using one hand to stroke Fred's cheek, you placed the other on George's arm and squeezed. "George," your voice was quiet and scratchy as you tried to catch a breath and swallow your tears down. "George, we have to go."

"No!" He wailed, clutching his brother's jacket even tighter, resting his forehead on Fred's chest as he cried.

"We have to bring his body back," you croaked after a few moments, "We have to carry him back. He deserves that."

George looked at you then, with shuddering breaths and heavy red-rimmed eyes. His body shook as he fought between the logic in your words and the pain he felt in his heart, but after a few minutes and more than a few tears, George nodded once and stood, preparing himself to carry his twin's body.

The walk back to the Great Hall was slow and quiet; the only sounds you paid attention to were the combined scrapes of your shoes on the ground and George's whimpers. You kept your gaze straight the whole walk, refusing to look down at Fred's face or think about anything other than getting to the Great Hall.  

Your resolve was threatening to snap as you and George entered the Great Hall. You spotted the Weasley clan looking towards the doors; obviously waiting for their three missing sons. Mrs. Weasley was the first to see you, and you were able to pinpoint the exact second she realized that something was very wrong. The look on her face would haunt you for the rest of your life, but still you kept your gaze forward. 

You watched as Ginny buried her head into Charlie's chest, and Bill wrapped a tight arm around his mother while Percy stood dumbfounded at what he was seeing. Finally you reached them and carefully laid Fred's body in front of them.

And that's when you broke, and the tears finally came as you dropped onto your knees. You cried for this family that would forever be broken, and for George who would live the rest of his life missing a piece of himself. You cried for Fred, gone way too soon from this world. For the time you lost and the final kiss you and Fred shared tonight. Finally, you cried for the life that you and Fred would never have now, and for the fact that you knew you would never find another love like the love he gave you. 

A shaky set of warm arms wrapped around your shoulders, and part of you couldn't care less who it was, but then you heard the voice of the Weasley patriarch. "Fred would have made you my daughter-in-law one day, you know." His voice wavered at his son's name, but he was trying to stay strong for his family. "He's gone now, but he'll always be a part of us, you will always be a part of us, and we'll always love you."

He was genuine, but his words meant nothing to you. Fred was dead, and you thought to yourself that if this is what love felt like, then you didn't want it.

Nine- Speak With The Dead

In my dreams I'm on a porch with you I promise you I've been doing well in your name And I won't try to speak with you again Until I watch my last breath dissipate

It had been a little over one year since the Battle, and you were not okay. 

Although, you suspected that no one really was. You knew that Harry still had nightmares of hearing Voldemort's voice in his head, and poor Andromeda was growing older by the day, and it was getting difficult for her to chase after one year old Teddy. George still refused to have mirrors in the flat above the joke shop the two of you still shared, and, well, you'd been dealing with Fred's death in your own way.

Since the Battle, you had been having dreams about him. They didn't come every night, but when they did they were glorious. Sometimes you would get to relive memories in these dreams; like late night love confessions or having snowball fights at Hogwarts. Other nights you got glimpses of what could have been. Once, you dreamed you and Fred were swinging on a big cypress swing on a back porch, watching identical little girls with unruly red hair chase each other. You knew it was incredibly unhealthy, but the nights where you could talk to Fred were the only things keeping you from going under. You told people you were fine and getting over it, but anyone who claimed that they were getting over the war was a damn liar. It infuriated you to hear about how 'great' everyone was doing these days. 

So when you received the invitation via a proud looking tawny owl, you were initially furious. 

Clean up at Hogwarts had only taken a few months thanks to the help of magic, and Headmistress Mcgonagall wasted no time in getting the students back in the classrooms the following September. Now, the beginning of June was quickly approaching, and seventh year students would be the first graduating class since Voldemort was defeated. Which caused for even more celebration, obviously. 

You read over the auburn lettering once more as George walked into the flat, "Hogwarts School Invites Every Friend, Family Member, and War Veteran to Share in Celebration With Our First Graduating Class Since The Defeat on 12 June, and to Embrace the New, Better Wizarding World."

It made you want to be sick.

"Whatcha got there?" George asked, clearly recognizing the Hogwarts stationary. You read the letter to him and he scoffed, ripping the paper from your hands and swiftly lighting it on fire with his wand. "Bold of anyone to assume we'd ever want to go back to that place."

He'd stalked off to his room and slammed the door, and that was the last time either of you had discussed it. As days went by, and you remembered that two of those graduates were Ginny and Hermione, you begrudgingly decided to attend. George had adamantly refused, and you hadn't pressed. So on the bright morning of June 12th you apparated to the makeshift apparition spot in your nicest dress robes, a Draught of Peace in your pockets just in case. 

You grew bored around the third hour of the party and needed to find somewhere to be alone, so you sneaked out of the hall and began to wander. You had found a secluded little hallway on the second floor, one that you couldn't remember finding during your time at Hogwarts. You were starting to calm down in the deserted hallway, but once you started making your way to the end, you heard a voice that made you stop.

"Peeves, it's graduation day, mate. School year's over. We have all summer to plan next year's pranks." The voice made your breath catch, and you had to lean into the wall to keep your balance. "Even a dead man has to take a rest, y'know." Fred's voice was getting louder, and soon you were met with the ghost of Fred, stuck at age twenty but still smiling all the same.

The two of you stood there, staring at each other for who knows how long, before it became too much and you crumbled; the wall the only thing keeping you standing as you sobbed. 

All Fred could do was stand and watch, so that's exactly what he did. It was a while before he spoke, "You're here for the celebration, aren't you?" 

You nodded, no doubt ruining your makeup as you desperately tried to dry your tears. "Why are you here?" You asked.

"Ah, I won't be here forever. I couldn't leave without George. I figured I'd stay here, raise hell for a while, then George and I could go to that unknown place together, not that I want that time to come anytime soon," he suddenly turned serious. "How is he, by the way?"

"Do you have to ask? He's bloody miserable without you, we all are."

"Even you?"

You turned back to look at him, "Fred, I don't think I'll ever not be miserable without you." Tears burned your eyes again and you let them fall, this whole day had you too mentally exhausted to fight them.

Standing next to you, Fred ached to touch you, offering any comfort he could, but he knew it was fruitless. While he'd be able to feel your skin, you wouldn't be able to feel anything, and that was bound to upset you even more. So he stood, watching and hoping you'd calm down soon.

"Will you do me a favor, love?" He asked quietly once your breathing had leveled out. "Please, try to be happy without me. I know it'll be difficult but you have to try."

He had a teasing inflection in his voice and you rolled your eyes, although it made the corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly "This is not the time to make a joke-"

"It's always the right time to make a joke, especially if it makes you smile. But in all seriousness, I can't be the one to make you happy anymore, so you need to find someone who will."

You knew he was right; you'd known it for a while. Still, it hurt to face that reality. A life without hearing Fred's laugh, or seeing his smile light up the room, was not a life you wanted to have. You knew you had to, though, and somehow that hurt even more. 

"I can't promise that you won't visit me in dreams, or that I won't cry when I see a picture of us together. But, I can promise that I will try to find happiness and love again."

"Good, because I don't want you to live a lonely life." He continued, a mischievous smile suddenly gracing his grey features, "It would just kill me to learn that you've been unhappy, love."

You barely felt your jaw drop as his comment, but despite yourself, a chuckle bubbled up and left you. Then you couldn't stop laughing, and once Fred joined in you laughed even harder. When was the last time you laughed like this? With Fred, no doubt? It felt good to laugh, and you hadn't felt good in a long time. 

But of course, all good things have to end, so your laughs subsided, and the gravity of the situation hit you once again.

You stopped after a while, wiped your cheeks yet again and met Fred's eyes, "I love you, Fred," you said, knowing it would be the last time you would say those words.

"I'll always love you too, of course. Don't forget it."

You nodded and whispered a goodbye, remembering that you weren't able to give him a proper one at the Battle. He smiled and turned away, floating down the dark corridor until he vanished into nothingness. 

You didn't go back to the celebration, instead opting to roam the old hallways until you grew tired. You apparated back to the flat, into your bedroom, which you and Fred once shared, and thought of sitting by the fire with Fred at school, dancing in the kitchen, and the way he'd look at you like you were the only person in the world. After a few laughs and many tears shed, your heart felt lighter than it had since the day you all lost Fred. 

After it all, you were okay.

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Beyond The Darkness

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Angst, Relationship Struggles, Self-doubt, Insecurities, Swearing

Genre: Angst with Fluff Ending, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Y/N finally expresses their worries, reluctance and suspicions regarding their relationship with Corpse who is more than surprised to be hearing such confession, thinking their relationship couldn’t be more perfect. Well, perfect on the surface.

Requested by @cinnamonbun332  Hi darling! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! You asked for some heartbreaking and then heart-healing and I hope I delivered properly. Please enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

I didn’t choose to be insecure, I never wanted to be so anxious and self-conscious. No one can blame that on me for it’s something I’d get rid of within the blink of an eye if it were that easy. I didn’t choose to fall in love with Corpse either, it just happened. I was taken by storm by the feelings he awoke in me. It was terrifying and made me become a whole different person around him. I was torn between wanting him by my side at all times and never wanting to see him again for the purpose of those feelings dying down. That being said, I can’t be blamed for that either.

However, I can be blamed for one thing: accepting his offer for a date. I didn’t have to. I probably shouldn’t have accepted it just as much as he shouldn’t have brought it up. But, alas, I couldn’t help myself. That storm of emotions, that stirring lava within the volcano I was at the time was dying to seep out to the surface so it wouldn’t burn me from the inside out. Him asking me out on a date was practically the vessel for me to finally have a chance at expressing myself and how I feel and that’s something I’ve never been able to do properly or openly. 

But with Corpse it has always been so easy.

Or...it was so easy.

It was easy until I started overthinking everything. Every interaction between us, between him and his friends. Between our two separate worlds.

I now have a hard time seeing us as a union, like we’re living together on the same planet of understanding and companionship. No, we’re more alike two planets in orbits near one another that are close but not close enough. Never destined to touch. Where I once saw light, I now see nothing. Almost as if I flipped the switch to my happiness myself. I wouldn’t be surprised if I did, it wouldn’t be my first time. I have a way of always finding a way to kill my happiness, put an end to my bliss. The key to doing so is what I already mentioned: overthinking, underestimating, undermining, over-worrying. In short: allowing my mind to torture me.

Sadly, it’s also forcing me to torture others.

At the moment, I’m spending day four back into my apartment, having come back with the excuse that I needed to get some piping fixed in the kitchen and needed to watch over the plumbers as they worked. I think Corpse bought that only halfway but if he didn’t believe me, he didn’t show it and I’m grateful for it. Or at least I think I am. Obviously, there was a part of me which screamed ‘See, he doesn’t care!’ at me when all he said in response to my announcement was ‘Oh, ok’. Of course, I didn’t pay that voice much mind then, but it’s starting to creep back in now and I really don’t know what to distract myself with to avoid hearing it. It’s not like I can internally deafen myself to stop it from eating away at me slowly but intently and with a scary determination that even I myself don’t have. Sadly, the pessimistic side of me does.

Truth be told, I wasn’t planning on staying home alone for four days straight, thinking I wouldn’t be able to make it that long without Corpse, thinking my loneliness would kill me. But, now that I am indeed alone, for some reason, I don’t feel really lonely, if at all. It’s refreshing and new, like a new but old perspective. Basically one I’ve missed for quite some time now without knowing that I did. Who knew going back to my empty apartment would be the cure to my messy head. Well, not a direct cure, but I have managed to map out at least a small portion of what’s going on up there, mend some of the damage I’ve done to myself.

Why do you always do that?

There’s that voice again, and some audacity it has! I’m not doing anything to myself! That voice is!

Saying that in court would easily land you in a mental facility, you know.

Fucking touché.

I think the reason why this is happening to me at the moment is because it’s been exactly four days since I last contacted Corpse. Or since he last contacted me. See what I’m going for here? See how toxic my mindset can be? Yeah, even I can hardly believe it sometimes. Like, how can something so dark be part of me - someone who used to be so cheerful and bubbly growing up. My nickname used to be ‘sunflower’ for a reason, but I might as well be a wilted willow now.

And who do you have to blame for that?

Will you fucking shut it!!!

As I’m in the midst of yet another self-argument, I near the doorbell ring, scaring me to the point I almost fall off my desk chair. I only then become aware of the blank MS Word document staring back at me. Throwing myself into work hasn’t been able to help me today. Instead of it distracting me from my struggles, it’s the other way around and I can’t fucking stand it.

Just like I’m beginning not to be able to stand myself. How Corpse and my friends do it, I have no idea. Well, they have it easy I guess, they don’t have to hear all the shit that happens in this beehive on my shoulders.

I lazily saunter over to open the door, not even thinking about looking through the peephole prior to turning the doorknob and swinging it open. That’s a mistake, considering that the mess I am is now face to face with Corpse. Let’s be honest, I’m past the point of stressing over how I look in front of him, we’ve been dating for almost a year now after all. However, this look on me right now is beyond disturbing. One that would leave him questioning if I need help or if I’m doing alright. The answer to both of those questions is no, by the way. Yes, to both.

“Corpse?“ I croak out, fighting my way out of the cloud of confusion surrounding me.

“Y/N?“ He replies, mimicking me though his confusion isn’t as much confusion as it is concern. Gotta say - rightfully so.

I shake my head as if awakening from a fever dream, basically hitting the ground head-first, “Um...yeah, uh, come in!” I finally manage to say, forcing my feet to step aside to allow him inside.

He nods and takes a step beyond the doorstep, cautious as though I’ve rigged the place with traps. I mean, ok, I’m weird, but not that weird. I’m not a complete psycho. At least not yet. Give me a few more months by myself. Or weeks. 

“I haven’t been here in so long...“ he mumbles, sounding almost as if he’s talking to himself. Before I could say anything, he wanders off into the kitchen, “Where are the plumbers?“

“What plumbers?“ I blurt out, unable to contain the widening of my eyes when I realize what I’ve said.

You. Fucking. Idiot!!!

“The ones you came here to monitor...?“ His answer sounds more like a question as well, both of us just staring at each other as we await what idiocy will leave my brain and come out of my mouth next.

The silence lasts for a few seconds before he breaks it by speaking up again, “There are no plumbers, are there?”

“No, not today! I mean- not right now.“ I resist the urge to smack my forehead with the palm of my hand in embarrassment. “They’ll come back...later! They were here up until an hour ago.“

Real smooth, Y/N. This is why you never play Among Us

Corpse looks around, even taking a peek over my shoulder before making a mock-confused expression as he shrugs his shoulders, “Your kitchen looks pretty tidy for being a place of such complex fixes happening.“

I let out a hysterical gust of laughter, squeezing my thumb so hard I might rip it off my hand, “Yeah, you know me, I like my living space tidy.”

He nods slowly, “Yeah, I know you. I know you’re not.“

The air gets caught in my throat when he eyes meet mine when he says that. I feel redness creeping up my neck, spreading across my cheeks and climbing up to my forehead and ears.

Oh you’d so be ejected right now

“Y/N, what’s really going on here? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? If so, please just tell me. This silent treatment and avoiding is killing me. If I didn’t come here I would’ve gone insane. You would’ve found my walls with writings on them...“ He stops talking abruptly, letting out a soundless sigh as though his soul left his body, his gaze softening with sadness, “That is, of course, if you were even planning to come back. Ever...“

“Of course I was!“ I exclaim, feeling my chest tighten at the hurt I see in his eyes, “I just...I needed time. I still do.“

“Time away from what?“ He asks, desperate to hear the answer no matter how much it could hurt him.

I honestly don’t know what to tell him. I have no idea what I’m running from. I don’t even know if I’m running, hiding, contemplating, I have no idea what I’m doing. Is he the problem? Am I? Are we the problem? Our relationship as a whole?

“I don’t need time from anything, Corpse. I just...I need some time with myself. With my own thoughts. I’m really torn, have been for quite some time now. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know if I’m doing is the right thing. I don’t know if we are the right thing. I-...“ I buffer for a second, feeling the words start getting more and more tripped up as they climb up my throat. Eventually, they end up getting caught in an invisible net which doesn’t allow them to make it to my mouth, let alone leave it. Now at a loss for words, I let out a sigh of defeat, feeling my eyes welling up with tears, “I don’t know anything, damn it! I’m a mess. Why do you tolerate me? I’m no good to myself let alone to someone else!“

I don’t know where this outburst came from, but I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t relieving. I feel like a popped balloon, letting out what’s been straining me from the inside for a long time now. Lord knows how Corpse took it, I can’t bring myself to look up at him, but all I know is that I finally did something I can officially deem right.

Suddenly, I feel the familiar touch of Corpse’s hands on my shoulders, pulling my chest flush against his, his arms wrapping around me, enveloping me in a tight embrace. His lips plans a kiss a the top of my head before he rests his chin there, holding me tightly.

“Why haven’t you told me any of this?“ He whispers, his voice emotional to the point of almost making me regret saying all that.

Almost...

“I didn’t want to worry you.“ I let out a half-hearted chuckle, “And I didn’t want you finding out what kind of nut-job you’re dating.“

He scoffs, “Even if you were a nut-job, Y/N - which, by the way, you’re not - I wouldn’t mind. I’m a nut-job for you. Utterly and completely crazy for you, babe. I’m always here for you, always there for you to talk to me, tell me all that’s going on in that busy head of yours. All you have to do is talk, and all I’ll do is listen.”

I sniff briefly, “Now you’re making me regret not saying it earlier.”

“Then I’m doing the right thing.“ He mutters, his tone suggesting I take the wheel of the conversation and say all I’ve been keeping within me until now.

“You see, I tend to enjoy certain things a lot. Get attached to people super quickly and easily. And then, after a certain period of time, I find myself rethinking and overthinking everything about that thing or person to the point I’m not even sure I like it - or them - anymore. At least not to the same degree as previously. I slowly start become unsure of everything around me, even my own thoughts and feelings. It’s almost like where I used to see light, there’s now darkness. Worst part is, I’m the one who put that light out for myself. I always do it to myself and then hate myself for it. It’s a vicious cycle that I can’t escape - killing my joy and blaming and despising myself for it.“ I sigh, nuzzling my face into his chest, “I just wish this curse avoided our relationship. You’re too good to me, I love you too much to lose you, Corpse.“

I feel his arms tighten their hold on me even more, pulling me even closer despite it not being possible. “Y/N, you can’t lose me. Not over that, not over anything. We all have our demons, you just gotta remember to hold onto me tighter than those demons are holding onto you. You gotta let me help you when you realize you can’t help yourself.” He gently pulls away from me, his hands now coming up to cup my cheeks as he gazes into my eyes, “You gotta learn to see beyond the darkness you surround yourself with. Beyond the darkness, that’s where I’m waiting for you. I’m always gonna be there. I’m a very patient guy, you know.”

I can’t help but laugh, suddenly feeling the bubbly giggles escaping from my chest, pressed out of me by the massive wave of relief that’s washed over my sore insides. Sore from the holding back and now even more so from letting go. But damn does it feel good.

“Looks like I don’t need a plumber but an electrician to fix this light I keep turning off.“ I say, pushing up on my toes to only barely touch my forehead to his. Luckily, he sees what I’m trying to do, so he leans down. “I need him to make it un-turn-off-able.“

Corpse smiles, humming approvingly, “I can help you with that. Starting with...“ and with that he tilts his head, his lips colliding with mine.

I gotta say: damn have I missed this feeling.

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Dating High School Blackpink

Jisoo

The valedictorian

She’s by far the most ambitious girl in school

All the high school drama couldn’t be more unimportant to her

She’s only focused on her studies

And on making her report card look better by joining strategically clever extracurriculars

She only keeps a small number of friends really close

Although she still treats the other students politely and helps them out wherever she can (resulting in her being the class president every year)

But she never really lets any of them close

That’s why you were really surprised when you learned that you had caught her attention

You had been in love with her ever since you started high school

But you had never dared to talk to her because she’s not so lowkey scary

There had been countless others who had tried to woo her

Because despite being a huge nerd, her beauty and unapproachability intrigued everyone

No one ever had a chance with her though

She simply ignored their advances or politely turned them down

So you didn’t even bother to talk with her

But one day in class, she came to talk with you

Your teacher had told you to find a partner for your final project

And suddenly Jisoo popped up in front of you

“Do you want to be my partner?”

Her question had totally caught you off guard and you stared at her with an open mouth

After embarrassing yourself for another painful minute, you eventually managed to shake off your trance and accepted her offer by simply nodding your head

“Ok, great. Meet me in the library after your classes end.”

Without awaiting your answer, she walked away but you wouldn’t have dared to disagree with her anyways

Therefore, you nervously made your way to the library after your classes had ended

Jisoo was already sitting at one of the tables, waiting for you with her school supplies neatly placed in front of her

She didn’t waste any time before starting with your project

Although she seemed to be trailing off several times while you were working

“He was involved with the Medici. They are from Italy. Do you like Italian food?”

You hadn’t expected her to ask you such personal questions, but you didn’t question her method and answered everything without hesitation

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you just weren’t able to ignore Jisoo’s weird behavior any longer

You had wondered right from the start why she had asked you for daily meetings although she seemed to know everything about the project already

Your confusion reached its peak on your last meeting one day before the deadline

Jisoo was completely out of it, fidgeting about on her chair and rambling about random things

“Are you ok? Are you nervous because of the project?”

You asked concerned but Jisoo immediately shook her head

“No, we’ll get an A. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

She blurted out, managing to catch you completely off guard

But you couldn’t say that you didn’t find her straightforwardness extremely attractive

Therefore, you -of course- said yes

The two of you agreed that she would pick you up at seven the same day

She ended up arriving five minutes early at your house and introduced herself to your parents (because she’s a classy girl), managing to woo them in a matter of seconds

After you had left your house, she managed to surprise you another time

You had thought that she would go with a safe choice -having dinner or watching a movie- but instead, she took you stargazing and prepared a fancy picknick with homemade food

And you fell for her even harder, so you didn’t hesitate when she asked you for a second date...and then a third and then a fourth...

On your fourth date she finally confessed to you that she had been in love with you forever

But just like you, she had been too shy to tell you

When the teacher had asked you to pick a partner though, she had decided to grab the chance

So she had used the two weeks that you had to work together to find out more about you and to plan the perfect dates (which she had clearly nailed)

You were completely enraptured by her confession

Therefore, you didn’t even need to think when she asked you to make your relationship official

And ever since, you are a dream team

You are a well-balanced couple

Although Jisoo is still very focused on her studies, she never neglects you

She always makes sure to have enough time for you and never stops being the most charming person on earth

Even though you are already hers, she still takes you on fancy dates and flirts with you as if she still needed to woo you

“Excuse me? Have we met before? I feel like I’ve seen your face before... Oh yeah, I remember now. It was in the dictionary next to the word ‘gorgeous’!”

She will hit you with pick up lines like that out of the blue

You always roll your eyes because of her cheesiness but secretly, you enjoy it

Jisoo also helps you to study

You had never been a terrible student, but sometimes you lack motivation

Your girlfriend has plenty of ways to motivate you though

“I will give you a kiss for every exercise that you solve correctly.”

So, since you started dating Jisoo, your grades had gotten exponentially better

In return for your girlfriend’s assistance, you help her to ease up a bit

You force her to accompany you to parties and to go out with her friends more often

She always whines, but in the end, she’s grateful that you managed to lure her out of her room

Everyone else is jealous of your perfect relationship

Never had the two of you ever been caught fighting

You even got voted first in the category ‘Couple who’s most likely to get married first’ in the yearbook

Because you just look right together

Although Jisoo isn’t a big fan of PDA and at most, allows you to hold her hand in public, the two of you still manage to cause some agitated whispers every time you walk through the hallways together

Everyone simply wants to know how you managed to woo her

But just like Jisoo doesn’t care about the rumors about others, she doesn’t care about the rumors about herself either

She’s perfectly content with everything that she has

And you are perfectly content with everything that you have too

Jennie

The rich girl

She’s by far the most popular girl in school

Everyone who’s befriended with her is considered a cool kid

Her clique frequently makes the hallways its catwalk

Because all her friends manage to significantly upgrade their school uniforms with expensive accessories

Especially Jennie looks like she stepped right out of Gossip Girl

Her look is usually completed by a headband, a shiny brooch, and the newest Chanel bag

The moment she steps out of her family’s Porsche in the morning, the head of every single person in the school turns around

There are only two kinds of people on the planet: people who want to be like her and people who want to be with her

You belong to the second kind

Ever since you had first spotted her, you were head over heels in love with her

But of course, you had never dared to talk with her, because you weren’t considered a cool kid

You just stole secret glances at her like all the other lovesick fools at school

Until the goddess of destiny decided to let you find a grain of corn one day

You had agreed with your friends that you would meet in the stadium to watch the soccer match of your school team together

As usual, however, they texted you shortly beforehand that they would be late

So you ended up sitting all by yourself in the stands, grumpily waiting for your friends to keep you company

Just when you thought that you had to be the unluckiest person on earth though, everything turned to the better

“Are you all by yourself?”

You instantly recognized her voice and whipped your head to the side in lightning speed

Jennie was standing next to you with her friends lining up behind her

You were so shocked that she had noticed you that you weren’t able to utter a single word

But Jennie didn’t seem to mind

“I wanna sit here, guys.”

She said to her friends over her shoulder who sat down obediently

“Hi, I’m Jennie. What’s your name?”

She flashed you the most beautiful smile that you had ever seen, making you blush profusely, but this time you were quick to respond to her question to stop making a fool of yourself

“Y/N!”

You blurted out breathlessly and Jennie’s smile grew even bigger

“Nice to meet you, Y/N! Here, cheer with us!”

She pressed a banner and some pom poms that her friends had brought into your hands before starting to cheer for your school team

You were still completely dumbfounded by the fact that the Jennie Kim was sitting next to you right now, but didn’t dare to disobey her wish

So you started cheering for your team too, causing her to grin at you happily

Till your friends finally decided to appear, you were almost feeling like a part of Jennie’s friend group

She had made sure to introduce you to the others and to incorporate you into their conversations

And to your surprise they were actually a lot more approachable than you had thought

If you were honest, they seemed to be fairly normal teenagers

(except when they asked you if you would also attend fashion week next month)

The evening flew by and when it was time to go home, sadness overcame you because you were sure that you would never talk to them again

But everything came differently the next day at school

“Y/N! Come here! Sit with us!”

As soon as Jennie had seen you entering the cafeteria, she waved you and your friends over

Perplexed, you stared at her, but your friends pushed you into her direction

Everyone in the cafeteria stared at you as you made your way over to the cool kids and started to whisper behind your back

But Jennie didn’t pay attention to anyone but you

She patted the seat right beside her and continued to eat as if it were just a normal lunch break

From that day on, your friends and you had fixed seats at the table of the cool kids

They always waved you over during lunch break

And also started chatting with you when you ran into each other in the hallways like you had always belonged to them

Especially Jennie always seemed to make an effort to see you as often as possible

You didn’t really think much of it at first

Until your friends couldn’t take your obliviousness anymore and told you that Jennie was having a crush on you

You laughed at their ridiculousness, but in the following weeks you noticed that Jennie truly always acted a bit shy around you

You began to doubt your certainty that the Jennie Kim could never be in love with you, and you became a nervous mess around her too

(It was pure torture to watch the two of you for everyone else)

So your friends hyped you up until you finally had enough courage and asked her out for homecoming

You had never seen a happier person in your life before

Jennie smiled with her whole face and instantly agreed

The two of you became the talk of the night

But once again, Jennie only had eyes for you

She even fled the coronation of the homecoming queen

Because she didn’t want to dance with anyone else

So the two of you stole away and talked on the stairs in front of the school instead

You talked all night until more and more students left the dance and you figured that it was time to bring Jennie home

But before you could stand up, she stopped you

“Wait, there’s actually something I wanted to do before we leave.”

Expectantly, you looked at her and to your surprise Jennie suddenly leaned in

Your lips met and you completely froze until she pulled away when someone bolted out of the door behind you

You stared at her in complete shock, but Jennie just smiled at you

“Ok, we can go now.”

She held out her hand to you and you took it speechlessly

Together you made your way back home with your fingers intertwined

When you looked to the side, you could see that Jennie was still grinning from ear to ear and you started to ease up

Like two Cheshire cats you walked through the city, giggling sheepishly every now and then when your eyes met

And you were sure that you had to be the happiest person on the planet

Ever since that night Jennie and you are a couple

And you are allowed to see more and more of her world, realizing that people just had way too much fantasy

Not even half of the rumors that circulate about her and her friends are true

Jennie is not at all that scary, arrogant rich girl that everyone always makes her out to be

She’s just a normal teenager who tries to survive high school

Everyone had just put her in a box, because of her family’s money

She doesn’t think that she’s superior to others because of her family’s money at all though

Although you do have to stop her sometimes from spoiling you too much

Because whenever she sees something that she thinks you could like, she simply buys it

And when you’re getting food together, she always wants to pay

But you convinced her at one point to alternate because you want to spoil her too from time to time

Although she doesn’t really want you to spend a lot of money on her

“If you want to spoil me, then give me endless cuddles.”

She usually says and who were you to disagree?

Generally, Jennie is someone who isn’t too shy to show her love for you publicly

She always makes sure to keep you close by her side

As soon as you are together, your bodies are attached to each other in some way

Either your girlfriend will hold your hand, interlink your arms, place her hand on your leg or sit in your lap

Your friends always tease you about it when you go out together

But Jennie couldn’t care less

She loves you with all her heart and she wants everyone to know that you’re hers

Chaeyoung

The choir girl

She’s a sweetheart

Everyone knows her

And everyone loves her

Because she’s in a billion different clubs at school (she can’t say no...)

Cheerleading, prom committee, glee club, choir, creative writing club...

But her only real passion is music

In 99% of the cases when she’s not in class, she can be found in the choir room

Usually, she just strums away on a guitar or plays piano

Often she leaves the window open and her beautiful voice mesmerizes everyone on the schoolyard

The 1% of the time that she isn’t in the choir room, she can be found in the cafeteria

All the cafeteria ladies know her by name

And they are all whipped for her

She always gets an extra scoop or sometimes she even gets some special menu

And as her best friend, you enjoy the same benefits as well

You can’t remember a time that you weren’t with her

She’s your best friend ever since you can think

The two of you live in the same street

And grew up playing together

Ever since elementary school you also attend the same schools

So at one point in your live it literally seemed like you were seeing each other 24/7

That’s why you don’t really know when your relationship had changed

It was more of a creeping process

Even as children you liked to pretend that you were a married couple when you were playing

It was also normal for the two of you to hold hands wherever you were going

Therefore, you can’t really tell when you turned from friends to lovers

Neither of you were simply ever interested in anyone else

And when you moved on to middle school together, everyone assumed that you were a couple

And you didn’t bother to correct them

It wasn’t until the end of middle school though that you actually kissed for the first time

You were having one of your many sleepovers

And all the pent-up uncertainty and emotions that both of you had been feeling finally reached their limit

So when you were facing each other on your bed and Chaeyoung’s gaze flickered to your lips, you just leaned in

It was just a short and sweet peck on the lips

But when Chaeyoung giggled happily afterwards, it didn’t fail to make a million butterflies erupt in your stomach

And you knew that this definitely would not be the last time

Since then you are officially a couple

Although you actually spend less time together ever since you transferred to high school

Because both of you have quite busy schedules

That did not change the importance that you have in each other’s lives though

Chaeyoung is still the first person that you tell every important and not so important thing in your life and vice versa

And both of you are still completely uninterested in anyone else

Although there are of course a lot of jocks who want to woo Chaeyoung because she’s the captain of the cheerleading squad

But she is always quick to turn everyone down

Managing to break a lot of hearts in the process

Because she’s very bad at hiding the disgust in her face whenever someone flirts with her

So you usually laugh away all the advances of her admirers

Plus, most students know that the two of you are dating anyways

After all, you are one of those annoyingly cute couples

You have lunch together every day and wait for each other after school to walk home together

Chaeyoung also holds your hand at all times or interlinks your arms

So sometimes it seems like the two of you are magnets

And someone who doesn’t know you would probably think that you had just fallen in love

Because everyone can see that you’re completely crazy about each other

Especially when your girlfriend surprises you with small, sweet gestures

When you have a test, for example, she always makes sure to slip your favorite snack into your backpack

Or she leaves random cute notes in your locker when you have different classes all day long

In return, you always visit her at the choir room to bring her snacks when she forgets time once again

Often, you also study there instead of in the library, because you can never get enough of your girlfriend’s voice

That’s also why you would never miss one of her performances

No matter whether it’s a singing, dancing or reciting performance

You are her biggest fan

Although Chaeyoung always gets really shy when you praise her afterwards

But of course, you end up praising her even more, just to see her blush

When the two of you are not at school, you usually like to hang out at one of your houses

Often you have “study dates” which are not really used for studying though

You always plan to study, but end up doing other things instead

The longest time you had ever managed to stay focused was 15 minutes

It’s just too distractive for the two of you to be in one room

Usually you end up talking or making out all day long

So sometimes you don’t even bother to bring your books when you go to Chaeyoung’s house

Why should you study if you could have a picnic with your girlfriend and her cute puppy instead or watch some stupid variety show together?

Most of the time your procrastination isn’t too harmful for your report cards either

So neither of you feels too bad for not doing what you were supposed to

After all, time that you spent together is never wasted

Because even after all these years, you could never get bored of each other

Every moment that you spend together is special

Lalisa

The troublemaker

The moment that you had met Lisa for the first time, you knew that she would turn your life upside down

She is not your average high school student

She is just there to have a good time

Theoretically, she is smart and talented enough to join countless clubs (like the Foreign Language Club)

But practically, that’s too much work for her

The same applies to sports clubs

It takes no genius to see that she’s athletic as hell

But she doesn’t like the pack behavior that comes with those clubs

The only activity that she had ever tried was cheerleading because dancing is her passion

But it was way too restrictive for her

She hated following the lame choreographies of her coach

Plus, there had been too much drama for her with the other girls

Many of them had been jealous because they couldn’t keep up with her

So, Lisa simply left the squad again

She just wants to get through school without any stress or drama

Although she unfortunately has the talent to frequently get herself in quite a lot of trouble

Her favorite offense is to fall asleep during her classes

And one of her gravest ones is accidentally blowing up the chemistry lab

She never means to cause trouble

But the frequency of her accidents has earned her a reputation as troublemaker

Therefore, it is no surprise that the two of you had met in detention for the first time

Your teacher had guided you to the gym where Lisa was already waiting

She had instantly caught your eye although she seemed to be a be a bit shy

“Lisa! Nice to see you here...again. You know the drill. Everything needs to be squeaky clean.”

Those were the words that the teacher had said before leaving Lisa and you alone

For a few awkward seconds, the two of you just stole sheepish glances at each other

But then Lisa eventually piped up

“What are you here for?”

She asked while grabbing a mop and starting to clean the old, smelly gym

“I punched a guy for stealing a kid’s lunch money.”

You replied casually, causing her to stare at you in surprise for a second

Eventually she managed to recover herself though and nodded impressed

“Dope.”

From that moment, the ice between the two of you was broken

And you started to chat while mopping the floors

The time flew by as you learned more and more about each other

You found that you had more in common than just your inclination to get yourself in trouble

Your taste in music was pretty similar and you could also not argue with Lisa’s choice of absolute must-watch movies

After a while, your punishment didn’t even seem so bad anymore

If you were honest, you were glad to be stuck in your school’s smelly gym right now

Subconsciously, you had even started to clean slower just so that you could spend more time with Lisa

But eventually, your teacher came back to set you free and it was time to part ways

Both of you hesitated to leave though so you figured that you should not forgo this chance

“Maybe we could meet up some day and watch some movies together?”

You asked Lisa as you stepped out of the gym and she looked at you with a wide smile playing on her lips

“I would love that!”

She responded happily and you could feel your heart fluttering in your chest

Quickly, you exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye

The following days, you didn’t see Lisa at school though to your dismay

She also never texted

And suddenly you started wondering whether she had just given you her number because she didn’t want to be rude

You were already pretty sure of your theory when Lisa finally sent you a message after four days

That’s Lego

Attached to her short message was a picture of a kitten and you laughed because of Lisa’s randomness

But you couldn’t say that her strategy hadn’t worked

The ice was broken again and the two of you texted every day

You also met up at school and hung out between your classes

It seemed like Lisa had just been a bit shy in the beginning

Because now that you knew each other better, you could barely stop her from talking (not that you would have wanted her to anyways)

You also followed through with your plan to have a movie night

Although you didn’t really watch a lot of movies

At first, you got distracted by Lisa’s cats

Then you stumbled upon her impressive collection of photos that she had taken over the years

And finally, she tried to make fresh popcorn, but forgot to put a lid on

So, when you started with the first movie, it was already past 10 pm

Nevertheless, you considered the night a success

Rarely anybody on this planet had ever managed to make you laugh as much as Lisa did

And you loved that she had allowed you to see a part of her world that not everyone could see

Therefore, your first movie night was followed by countless others

You grew closer every time, but you still didn’t really know what the two of you were

So you gathered all your courage and asked Lisa one night

“What...are we?”

You were a little nervous because you didn’t know whether you would like her answer

But Lisa just kept slurping the ramen that she was eating as if you had asked a totally mundane question

“I’m your girlfriend, right?”

She replied nonchalantly while glancing over the pot at you, causing you to chuckle

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

Everything about your relationship simply exudes strong ‘chaotic neutral’ energy

When the two of you are together no one knows what to expect

Maybe you use your time efficiently and build a darkroom for Lisa or have a study marathon

But maybe you also drink 20 shots of espresso each to watch all Harry Potter movies in one sitting

Everyone who knows you thinks that you are a safety hazard together

But for some reason you still work perfectly fine

You’re both chaotic, but in different ways

So you balance each other out

And both of you also have the same goals

You don’t take school too seriously

But you still have big plans for your future, so you always make sure to have a decent report card

And help each other out when you are struggling

Because you believe in each other

You know that Lisa will be the most famous dancer one day

And she would drop everything at any time to help you achieve your dreams as well

Together, you are an unstoppable force

And you know it

[snootsnoot-fiction]

Your Gentleman

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None really

A/n: My first marvel fic yay!!! I love that it’s Bucky as well☺️ This is a birthday gift for my dear friend who I love @inthatmomentwewereinfinite 🎉🎉🎉 you’re honestly one of the nicest people on the planet, I hope you have the best day you can ❤️

Summary: You haven’t seen Bucky in years…

The life of one James Buchanan Barnes was quite the tragedy. At least for the most part.It was a long, involuntary life, but to say he wouldn’t be the least bit grateful for the majority time skip would be a lie. Oh, there were things “Bucky” Barnes missed of course, but there was plenty to make up for it.

The man thought he would lead a simple life; serve in the war, get married with Steve as his best man, maybe even die of old age. A far cry from the fate that really awaited him, for he found himself being part of the Red Skull’s experiment. An experiment that began his journey as who would infamously be known as The Winter Soldier. 

~~~~~

You were quite the artist to say the least. You lived and enjoyed a fairly quiet life as well. That’s not to say your talents weren’t sought out, for you were also quite the fashion designer. Sometimes you would simply consult. Create and draw up a design for someone else to make. Occasionally you would make the pieces yourself. It was an interesting way of making money, and you were happy to keep living your quiet life - your involvement usually kept secret in some way at your request.

Needless to say, one of the biggest things you ever worked on was the new suit for Captain America. You found his tale fascinating. You knew of the man, but it wasn’t until you heard he was back that you looked into him a little more. Strange things seemed to be happening more often.

The detail of his best friend’s supposed ‘death’ was another thing that interested you, but all anyone could assume was he actually was dead now. It didn’t stop you from wondering though.

You did work on occasion for people such as The Avengers, but aside from that, you were a normal citizen. So to say you were surprised when you caught the eye of Mr Barnes in modern day was an understatement.

Recognising him immediately, you weren’t sure what to do. He looked beyond exhausted, and it was clear to you he was trying to keep his head down. The man carried on, and despite thinking you probably shouldn’t, you followed. The next thing you knew, a cold arm was pinning you against a wall as the one and only James Barnes stared at you. Up close, his eyes looked even tireder, and you could see just how rough a state he was in.

“Why are you following me?” He huffed out. Anyone could see how tense he was. Almost afraid.

“I’m no-one I swear! I just recognised you and got curious… you’re Bucky?” He slowly let you go, but remained tense. “I don’t even know what happened… you look awful…” you frowned slightly as you gave him a proper look. You really had no idea what was going on, but you felt bad for him. Whatever happened to this man, you were glad to not know right now. 

~~ a few months later ~~

You wondered how people would react to finding out about you helping ‘The Winter Soldier’. The thought made you nervous sometimes, but you knew what you were doing to be right. Something in you from the moment you met him told you he himself was at no fault, but of course, not everyone would see it that way.

The day you met him, you had ended up giving him a fresh change of clothes that would help him to blend in more. You had offered more, even a meal, but trust would take time to build, and he didn’t want to stick around you too long. 

‘Too many innocent people…’ was all he muttered before giving thanks and leaving without a word.

‘I’m happy to help…’ you hadn’t been sure if he even heard you, but surprisingly it wasn't long before you saw him again; with time, the two of you built a sense of trust. Bucky would never stay too long, but when he did you would allow him to use your own facilities if he needed, You would make him a warm meal almost every time, and give him another fresh change of clothes if he needed them.

Trust takes time though, and you didn’t know much of the story of why he was even here. You didn’t want to push or pry, but you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes. 

Today was the day you’d learn.

The old soldier hesitantly stepped into your home. It always made you frown a little to see just how hesitant he was; whatever it was he was hiding from, you wish he didn’t have to.

“I know you don’t like to, but I made my sofa up for you just in case-”

“Sofa? The couch?” You went a little red and chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry, I didn’t grow up here..” and for the first time, you saw him smile. It was little, but it was there. It made your heart flutter just a bit, causing you to smile.

“I might take you up on that.” His words were quiet as he walked in to see the couch. You had set a single, plump pillow on one end, and laid your biggest blanket over the piece of furniture. Bucky had been so hesitant to talk even one word to anyone, nevermind taking refuge from someone, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a nice place or spot to sleep. Not only that, but you seemed genuine to him. Deep down he knew he could trust you. Your smile widened.

“Are you hungry?” At your question, he looked back at you with a small nod. The tired look in his eyes made you want to really look after him, but there was only so much you could do and you didn’t want to startle him.

That night, you sat on opposite ends of the couch as you ate a freshly cooked meal, some sitcom on the TV. Eventually you decided to ask him what had happened to land him here. There was no pressure to answer of course, and you were more than willing to forget you asked if he didn’t yet feel comfortable to tell his story… but he did. You listened patiently and quietly as Bucky talked about The Winter Soldier.

Little did you know just how far you had already fallen for this man.

~~ Avengers Civil War ~~

After hiding for so long, Bucky had to admit there was something refreshing about now being out in the open.Of course, the circumstances were most unfortunate, but whatever happened, he would no longer be in hiding. Therefore he wouldn’t be putting you in any more potential danger. The two of you had grown quite close, and if anything happened to you because of him, well.. he didn’t like to think about it.

People like himself existed and had been used to assassinate King T’Chaka, and now the group his best friend Steve had put together were trying to get to the guy behind all of this. Unfortunately Tony Stark had created an obstacle for them. The old soldier could see that both men were somewhat regretful, but firm in their beliefs. Before he knew it, the fighting had begun.

Bucky and Sam Wilson had hidden in the airport terminal to start when this kid in a red and blue costume came at them. Sam knocked the kid away, so Bucky ran after them, and when he reached them, he saw an opening and threw a chunk of metal at the weirdly flexible kid. Naturally this kid was able to throw it right on back before being tackled by Wilson again.

Reaching the both of them just in time, Bucky ran between them as the spider kid flung himself at Sam, landing both the men in the floor below and his metal arm in some sort of.. webbing. The old soldier hated the fact they ended up in this position because of a child who didn’t even sound as though he had hit puberty yet. That’s when the kid was thrown out the window by the little robot bird.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” he growled at Sam, genuinely annoyed with the guy.

“I hate you.” Bucky merely scoffed at the response. They were in the middle of something big, but for a brief moment he found it funny that Steve’s new friend was this guy of all people.

Despite all this, you were still there. In his mind. With everything now in the open, he hoped your part in all of this was still in the dark. He just wanted you safe. To live your life.

~~ present time ~~

To Bucky, it almost felt like his past had repeated somewhat; to skip from one time to the other was confusing and frustrating. At least this time around it wasn’t as far into the future as the last time.

For you, however, it was a lonely experience. With The Snap, you had stayed behind. You lived out those five years. You had found a connection with this older guy you absolutely adored, and then you find out he was snapped out of existence along with half the planet. Lonely was an understatement, especially at the start.

At least he didn’t physically die - a fact you turned out to be grateful for when suddenly all those who had been Snapped were back. Of course, you knew the type of life Bucky led beforehand, so you were still worried, but you hoped with time he would contact you again. That hopefully things had finally calmed down at least somewhat in the world now. 

Meanwhile, in the last five years you had moved to New York. With half the world gone, work had been a difficult adjustment for everyone, and you decided to start your own little business in The Big Apple; a prime area for you. It was just a little fashion/clothing business, but it turned out well enough to keep you afloat. Business got quite busy when everyone reappeared. It was stressful at first, but you managed to hire a few other people that helped. You were even able to start taking a little time to yourself occasionally in all due time. Eventually it became the norm.

With business and the world calming down, Bucky Barnes had been on your mind recently. You wondered where he was, if he was alright.

You were in your store. It was a weirdly calm day today, so you sat on a chair behind the main cash register. You heard the door open, but by the time you looked up, the person had disappeared behind one of the clothing racks. You thought about keeping an eye on them, ready to get up if it looked like they needed assistance.

“I got ‘im.” One of your workers said from behind you, offering a smile as she walked past you.

“Thanks.” You smiled back, watching her hover near whoever the customer was before looking back down at the book in your hands. You seemed to get quite into the book, because before you knew  it, a shadow stood over you, but you didn’t notice until he spoke.

“Hey..” the voice caused your heart to stop as your ears perked and a weird yet pleasant shiver flew down your spine. You knew that voice. You knew eventually you would see him again, but it was still a surprise.

Slowly, you closed the book, and your eyes dragged up until they were on that same face you had last seen way over five years ago now. His hair was short now, but it was him alright. It was Bucky.

The man offered a small smile and wave as you stared at him. You had no idea what to do.

“Uh.. this your place?”

“Yeah…”

“You’ve done well.”

“I’ve had a lot of time.” Your responses were automatic. Your mind was blank.

“Uuhh..”

“Bucky?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your voice triggered a slightly wider smile on his lips as he nodded.

“It’s been a while.” His words made you scoff loudly.

“You’re telling me!” The both of you chuckled. The last five years had felt so long for you, but the two of you were already falling back into your old dynamic.

“... Listen Y/N.. all that old stuff.. The Winter Soldier stuff… it’s gone now.” His words made you smile for him. You knew how much his past had troubled him. You doubted it was completely out of the way, but you knew what he meant.

“No more hiding?”

“No more hiding.” Bucky smiled, a look of genuine relief on his face.

Just then, a group of teen girls walked in and your smile disappeared for a moment.

“I’m at work. I’m the boss but I still gotta work, we can’t..”

“I know a place we can go to later if you want? Catch up?”

“I’d love to! I close up around six today, we can go after then.”

“Perfect! I’ll come back and we can walk there together.” You smiled and nodded, too shy to say anything else right now. Bucky smiled before turning around, looking back at you as he opened the door to leave. You gave him a little shy wave.

You spent the next few hours constantly thinking about Bucky and finally being able to see and talk to him again. Excited was an understatement. You were happy. Bucky was back. You were always too shy to say anything about what you felt, but absolute adoration was another understatement when it came to that man.

The clock had finally struck six. Your employees were now leaving, and you decided to check the store, make sure everything was alright before closing up. The same employee that had helped out earlier that day came up to you as you picked up your things.

“Your gentleman caller is waiting outside.” She had a knowing smile on her face. She even seemed kind of excited and she stood there and waited as you blushed.

“Thank you..” you attempted to avoid her gaze as you packed the rest of your things in your bag.

“I’ll tell him you won’t be long.” At that, you offered her a smile before she left and you took a moment to relax before following.

Bucky wasn’t right there as you left through the front, but when you turned back around after shutting and locking the place, there he was just a couple feet away from you. A small flower bouquet in his hand. Your heart melted at the sight.

“I know you’re not much of a flower person, but I wasn’t sure what else to do.. You know… with the time gap and all.. But these are your favourites.” Bucky looked almost nervous. You shyly stuck your hand out to take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against his as you did.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” A small smile tugged at your lips again as you looked at them before looking back to the man in front of you.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“Me too.. You that is! I’ve missed you, not myself.” You blushed as Bucky chuckled at your flustered self. He then held out an arm.

“Shall we?” You hesitated before taking hold of his arm with your free hand, a feeling of happy warmth washing over you.

“We shall.”

Tagging; @blondekel77 @book-hoardingdragon @mandosmimi

[vennilavee]

starry eyes

pairing: levi x reader (moon/stars universe) ft kaiya and rina!! summary: some moments through your pregnancy with baby Peach. warnings: pregnancy, cursing, details of a difficult pregnancy, c-section delivery, blood mention a/n: for this drabble prompt req “give me more picking out baby names, painting nurseries, and cradling their children. For moon and stars please”. but it ended up being 2.6k. i didn’t include the part about painting nurseries bc i want that to be it’s own drabble/part of another part of the story!

“Do you think we should have Peach share a room with Kaiya when she’s old enough?” You muse, “We only have our bedroom and Kaiya’s…”

Levi hums and scratches his chin. He absently places a hand over your growing belly- you’ve only started showing in the last week or two.

“Kaiya will be five years older than Peach,” Levi says, “She will need her own space.”

“Then we need more space,” You say with a raise of your eyebrow, “We only have two bedrooms, baby.”

“What shitty timing,” Levi sighs, throwing his head back against the headboard of the bed, “Is this a good time to move into another house? We haven’t even started looking-”

“We can either do it now or when Peach is a few months old,” You say, leaning your head on his shoulder, “You and Erwin spent so much time decorating Kaiya’s room and painting the walls…”

“We can do that at the new house,” Levi says, “And Kai can do it with us.” He kisses your forehead and continues rubbing your belly absently.

“Are we making this decision too quickly? Shouldn’t we think about it more,” You wonder out loud.

“We need more space,” Levi says simply, “We got a baby coming. Or did you forget?”

“How could I forget?” You roll your eyes, “You knocked me up. Again.”

“Shut up,” Levi rolls his eyes and pulls you in for a kiss. And then flicks your forehead.

House hunting was a much quicker affair than you had anticipated it to be- Levi had a sixth sense for this type of thing (and it had long begun to rub off on you, too). You had been looking at houses with Kaiya for about two months now, without any luck of a space that you could truly see yourself living in with your family.

Kaiya dutifully holds your hand as she explores the new kitchen, peering into the glossy, light green cabinets and giggling when she sees her reflection in a small mirror.

She gasps when she sees the size of the backyard, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. “Mommy, look ousside,” She whispers, “Pwetty.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You reply, giving her a smile.

Levi has a mental checklist of questions to ask, and you do too, but he can see you falling in love with the house already. It’s cute and has charm- he can tell you’re already envisioning where Kaiya and the currently unnamed baby would play in the living room, where you’d set up your sewing materials…

Because he’s thinking about the same. He’s thinking about what Kaiya might want to paint her walls and how to set up the new baby’s room, about where his wine collection might go and his favorite leather chair.

Sometimes when you know, you just know. He has a good feeling about this place and the more the real estate agent tells you both, the more you subtly fall in love with the house. You feel like you’re a character in a small fairytale when you climb the staircase and get a view of the yard from the bedroom.

“Honey,” You say softly, tugging on his sleeve.

“Hmm,” He says and scoops Kaiya in his arms when she lifts her arms up.

“Daddy, mommy say she like it,” Kaiya whispers. Or attempts to.

“Oh, is that what mommy said?” Levi says, eyes lit up with amusement.

“Kiki, tell daddy that mommy loves the house very much.”

“Daddy, mommy say-”

“Daddy likes the house, too,” Levi says and you beam at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really!” Kaiya exclaims, her arms outstretched.

And that’s that.

Moving and settling the paperwork had taken another month despite Levi’s attempts on speeding up the process. You had insisted on helping with the physical labor of moving, despite Erwin, Hange, Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Sasha and Mikasa volunteering to help you and Levi move.

Kaiya sat on one of the boxes that Jean and Eren carried out of the current apartment with a yellow hard hat on her head, directing them outside of the apartment to stack the boxes by the elevator.

“Baby,” You mumble, tugging Levi’s hand, “A house. We bought a house together.”

“Yeah,” Levi says, “Guess I’m stuck with you now, huh?”

You ignore him and peck his cheek. Your eyes have been watering on and off all day, memories of this apartment and of the initial stages of your relationship blossoming hidden in the spaces between the walls, between each shelf and cabinet.

“We fell in love here,” You say thickly, “We created love here.”

“We did,” Levi says softly, rolling his thumb over your hand, “Kaiya started walking right over there-” He points to the empty space of the living room, “You broke a wine glass over here-” He points to the space where the small dining table used to be, “And Kaiya’s birthdays were here…”

“Stop,” You complain, “I’m gonna cry again.”

Levi lets out a soft chuckle, “The new house is gonna have all of that and more. With this kid.” Levi palms your belly and kisses your temple.

Your second trimester, as it was with Kaiya, is relatively easy in comparison to the first trimester. You and Levi take the ease that comes with the second trimester to plan out what the nursery in the new house will look like when the baby is old enough to sleep alone. 

The new house is a cozy four bedroom house (complete with a guest room) and plenty of room for play and relaxation. You had converted one of the rooms on the first floor into a small office for Levi, as he was able to work from home more often than you were.

Kaiya had demanded that her room be space themed. So you and Levi had painted her bedroom a pretty pale blue, decorated with glow in the dark stars and planets across her ceiling and the walls. A grey full moon hangs on one of the walls, along with frames of the planets, galaxies and Kaiya’s own drawings of the solar system (and really whatever else she wants). 

She had even painted some stars on the side of the wall where her bed is, with Erwin’s help. Her bedding is navy blue with gold stars printed on it and of course, she has her stuffed elephant, her stuffed sun and her stuffed moon on her bed. A galaxy projector sits on her nightstand, and she loves to turn it on when Levi reads her a bedtime story.

Seeing her reaction made you cry, too.

Now was the hard part. Determining what to paint the walls for the growing peach in your belly. You and Levi go back and forth on muted yellow, olive green, and pale green-

“Do you want Peach to think they’re in a forest?”

“But green is such a calming color!”

“So is yellow, yellow is happy-”

“You think a newborn baby will know that?”

“We should create an atmosphere of relaxation and happiness-”

In the end you and Levi decide on a yellow and green theme, with accents of grey. Compromise. You both decide to hold off on painting the walls, until Peach is a little older to decide on what they want to accent the walls. Kaiya’s old crib sits in your bedroom for when Peach arrives, which somehow feels like it’s creeping up on you but still so far away.

Your second trimester is when you can’t get enough of Levi- every small action he does, whether it’s cooking dinner, putting things away from unpacked boxes or giving you a foot rub- makes you want to jump his bones every chance you get.

You’re glad your man can keep up with you. And Levi makes it well known how much he loves you and loves your body. He always has a hand on your hips, your waist, your chest whenever he can.

You bask in the attention. Your skin glows, your hair is healthy and your nails full.

And then the third trimester comes, and it’s possibly the most difficult experience you’ve ever had to stomach. The third trimester is complete with backaches, frequent heartburn, varicose veins and mood swings that give Levi whiplash.

Your mood swings weren’t this intense with Kaiya. But he knows every pregnancy is different. You’re uncomfortable in your own skin and distressed and so tired in the last few months.

In the last few months, you and Levi settle on a name- you’d found out that Peach was in fact a baby girl, and Kaiya was upset that she wouldn’t be able to refer to her baby sister as Peach any longer-

“Let’s name my sissy ‘Berry’ then.”

“That’s not any better than Peach, honey.”

In the end, after a few weeks of deliberating, you decide on Rina Ackerman. You had tossed around the idea of naming her after Levi’s mother, Kuchel, but Levi shot it down. He didn’t want his kids to have the burden of living up to a legacy that they knew nothing about.

You could understand that.

Levi and Kaiya help where they can. Levi holds you when you cry and he rubs your belly and your back when it gets to be too much. You tell him that this baby feels different, that you’re scared. So when you start having contractions about four weeks too early, you’re not surprised. 

You scream and you cry, terrified that something’s gone wrong when you spot blood pooling on the bed. Levi looks at you with wide eyes before jumping into action quickly.

He holds your hand tightly, grateful that Kaiya is with his mom and Kenny for the day.

Once you reach the hospital, you’re a mess, almost refusing to let the doctors look at you. You’re terrified that something awful and terrible has happened, and Levi looks you in the eye with your hands tight in his-

“You can do this. You have to do this. For Rina. She needs you.”

“She’s too early, Levi, I can’t-”

“She’s strong. Like her mother.”

In the end, Rina is delivered via an emergency C-section. Levi only sees and holds her impossibly tiny body for a moment before she starts to cry and she’s whisked away by the nurses and doctors. You’re still sedated in the hospital bed.

He sits in the blue plastic chair in your room and holds his head in his hands. 

It’s hard for Levi to believe that that melancholy morning in the hospital was a little over two years ago. When he sees his youngest little girl, strong and quick on her feet, being chased by her older sister, he can’t believe that she came out into the world in such a difficult manner.

You like to joke and say that Rina is a troublemaker and she liked causing a scene right from the first breath of air she took.

Levi feels like his heart stops whenever he sees Rina fall or nearly injure herself. It’s different than it was with Kaiya- maybe because he was the only one who saw her struggle to breathe during her first moments. It’s hard for him to lose the overprotectiveness he has with Rina that didn’t necessarily exist with Kaiya. Of course, he was protective over his oldest, but it just feels different.

He doesn’t want Kaiya to feel like Levi has favoritism over his two best girls. But he can’t shake this feeling.

You recognize it in his eyes even if he says nothing. You see it in the shine of his grey irises, the way they’re panicked only for a millisecond when he hears Rina’s first cry whenever she falls.

The Ackerman family is currently in the backyard, on a nice summer evening. You’re sitting on a picnic blanket with your legs outstretched and a small smile on your face as you watch your babies run around and chase each other. Rina is still clumsy on her feet, almost waddling after Kaiya before she gets distracted by a patch of grass. She immediately plops down and pats the grass under her and pulls at the grass as hard as she can, throwing the pieces up in the air and squealing happily.

“Kaiya!” Rina exclaims, “Kaiya!”

Kaiya sits across from her with a beaming smile and her hands outstretched and Rina gently places the pieces of grass in her hands. 

“Hey, thanks, ‘Ina,” Kaiya smiles and Rina bashfully hides her face. She crawls to her big sister and sits in her lap, playing with the flowers and pointing to the small garden that Kaiya and you had been working on.

“Let’s go to the flowers,” Kaiya says and holds her hand as they both waddle to the garden patch.

“Mommy’s growin’ fruits and veggies here,” Kaiya says, pointing at cucumbers and okra, “I pretend like I don’t like them, but I do.”

Kaiya laughs and Rina giggles, too. Rina watches Kaiya with identical eyes, wide and grey and full of wonder. She catches sight of her daddy and lets go of Kaiya’s hand to waddle to Levi.

You nudge Levi’s foot and he stretches his arms out for her. Rina concentrates on Levi, smiling as he gets closer and closer as she walks towards him. But she’s small and she’s clumsy, so she lands on her fresh overalls, knees in the dirt.

Levi is about to jump to his feet but you stop him with a hand to his chest. Rina only stands up with wobbly legs before resuming her walk to Levi.

She nearly jumps into his lap and bounces in his arms when he holds her close. Levi adjusts her sparkly purple headband and Rina just beams at him, standing on her feet and tugging the strands of hair that fall into his eyes. 

“Daddy,” Rina whispers and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a few pieces of grass and shoves it in his face. “For you, daddy.”

Her fingers are dirty, coated in soil and dirt and Levi winces. But how can he focus on that when his baby is offering him the gift of the earth?

“Thank you, Rina,” Levi says quietly and kisses her forehead. Rina smiles, satisfied, before settling in his lap and giggling when you pull funny faces at her.

Levi hugs his youngest close, gesturing for Kaiya to come join him. She immediately plops down next to him and Levi wraps an arm around her shoulder.

“You’re getting too tall,” Levi says to Kaiya, who takes it as a compliment.

“My teacher says I’m tallest,” Kaiya beams at him. He pats her head affectionately.

“Come here, mommy,” Kaiya calls. Not like you were too far, anyway. Rina is busy playing with Levi’s long fingers and clutching them in her chubby hands. She gasps when she sees you approaching, outstretching her arms for your attention. You come bearing freshly cut fruit and juice before sitting down next to Levi and pecking his cheek.

“Mommy has melons,” You chirp and Levi snorts. 

“Yeah, she does,” Levi says with an upturn of his lips. Only you catch the teasing bite of his tone.

“Mello!” Rina chirps happily, eyeing the watermelon in your plate.

“It’s for you Rina,” You say, and cut up the piece into smaller pieces.

Levi lives for quiet summer nights like this- nights with his girls with the setting sun and a light breeze. Nights with you in a cute sundress, Kaiya and Rina smiling and laughing. 

He doesn’t think he can ever get used to how his girls’ laugh makes his heart swell.

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