#i mean I’m sure it’s out there but Many Cakes y’know?

[gil-estel]

haven’t seen any jedi!reva content cross my dash yet, so I thought I’d remedy that

[cocteaucherry]

what to expect when you’re expecting

dad!nanami x f!reader

cws- pregnancy, 18+, talk of sexual situations, Nanami worrying, overall fluff, this is during Nanami’s office era, mood swings, talk of morning sickness

a/n- (in the mood for fluffy jjk dad stuff prepare yourselves these next few weeks

once you and nanami found out you were pregnant you couldn’t fully describe the joy in his tired eyes.

Tears streamed down both your cheeks as he held your stomach delicately with pure love.

The first month was pure study and nanami clinging to you as much as he could before being whisked away to his shitty office job,

When nights came, Nanami sat up with you reading from the cliche book ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ his glasses perched upon his nose.”

“Ken, how many of these books are you planning to buy?” A giggle came from your throat as Nanami bent the page corner, placing the book down to wrap his arms around your soft belly, “As many as we need for our family.”

month three came and you were sure your baby hated you, you’d wake up with a severe headache and a need to vomit rushing to the bathroom to throw up everywhere in the toilet. It wasn’t too horrid though as your husband rubbed your back holding your hair gently in his free hand,

You felt like sobbing when he found you like this every other morning but he reassured you with soft words and kisses, “Angel, Y’know I’ve seen every part of you? You vomiting is really nothing bad.” He’d hum gripping your hand softly.

Although Nanami kissed the ground you walked on, your mood swings seem to cause a challenge for both you and his love driven mind for you.

You’d cry and lash out at him in seemingly ten seconds, apologizing with more tears thereafter. He vaguely remembered when you broke down in his arms because you forgot yeast for the homemade bread you were making for him that night.

“I ruined everything!” You’d sob into his chest and Nanami stood frigid just softly patting your back, “y/n it’s okay really I’ve been meaning to lay off the bread-“

“Oh, so you wouldn’t have liked it anyway!” Your voice would raise as he cleared his throat, “y/n I didn’t mean it like that-“

month five came and you were showing even more, your shirts becoming involuntarily cropped as you sighed staring at yourself in the mirror. “Ken! Do you think Yaga would be mad at this outfit?” You hummed, rubbing your hand softly over your exposed belly.

“Yaga maybe, I know Gojo would try to make a spectacle.”’

You grinned, “Like, how come she’s allowed to wear crop tops but when I do it?” You said trying your best to impersonate his voice which made Nanami smile softly.

“Exactly.”

month six came and it seemed everyone around you was pestering you about whether your baby was a boy or a girl, and when it came to you and nanami you never really cared.

“Kennn,” you said in a sing-songy voice as you took a break from painting the nursery wall, Nanami sat trying to build the way to a difficult crib, “yes my love?” He asked.

“How would you feel if we did a private gender reveal? I don’t really feel like making this a whole deal.”

“‘Course, we’ll do whatever you like baby.”

Later that week nanami and you found out through a pink filled cake you’d be having a girl.

And best believe you and nanami were ecstatic, you strolled down the girl’s aisle looking at the arrays of pastel colors.

You picked up a few items showing them to your husband with a smile, “Kennn! What about this?” You said but you were met with no answer your husband spaced out.

“Ken you okay?” You reached for his hand gripping it lightly until he was snapped out of his trance.

“Sorry love,” he smiled, lifting your palm to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles, “we’re just getting closer and closer and I’m worrying more, thinking about raising our girl, the birth and my shitty ass job not letting me take off-“

“Hey, Ken it’s okay,” you hummed leaning up to place a kiss on his jaw, “Everything will work out accordingly, your job I’m not sure about though.” You giggled leaning into his palm.

“You’re right, I’m sorry for worrying you.” Nanami chuckled, reaching for the small outfit you chose, “Do we have a name yet?”

“I think we’ll know when we see her definitely!”

Eight months in and you were slowly reaching your due date, Nanami stayed home caring for you (much to the dislike of his boss). Your pregnancy had been a bit of a breeze the few months but it seemed your baby girl wanted an entrance on her way out.

“Shit- Ken I swear she’s trying to rearrange my organs,” you groaned in discomfort laying on the couch, your rounded stomach on display as you rubbed your belly gently, “Just making more space in there love.” He said jokingly squirting lotion into the palm of his hand, a small hiss leaving your lips as the cold lotion made contact with your stomach.

“I’m in painnn, everything fucking hurts.” You hummed feeling his strong hands rub the lotion around the sides of your stomach, “why’d you have to knock me upp,” you said jokingly and your husband eyed you.

“If I can recall I'm sure it was you who begged me to give you a baby.”

“Mmm.. shut up.” You flicked his arm and he smirked, “Either way, I’m sure our baby will be happy with her strong willed, handsome, and smart father.”

“And I’m sure she’ll love her beautiful, intelligent and compassionate mother as well.”

Days later your body was suspiciously calm and non-achey which you thought was weird but you paid no mind to it, you decided to call up Shoko to hang out in the city for a few hours.

“I mean are you sure you’re okay to walk? I mean you go a day without pain and you think you’re an almighty being and shit.” Shoko’s eyebrow twitched as you sat down at the table of a random restaurant

“Correction, I am, and second I can be due any day now let’s just have some fun before she possibly destroys me.” A grunt came from your lips which caused Shoko to stare at you concerningly.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” You waved her off picking up a menu, “let’s just enjoy the day,”

“Sheesh okay mama, I guess I should get something for Satoru too he’ll be up my ass.”

“Oh please doesn’t he pawn off a mission or two to see you anyway?”

“Barely! He just hangs out with his students.” Shoko scoffed putting her menu down, “I’ll get something for-“

She was cut off by the abrupt look on your face, a small silence filling the air.

“…”

“Not to sound dramatic or anything but I think the baby is coming.” You looked down to see the entirety of the long flower skirt you were wearing was drenched.

“I’ll call Nanami!” Shoko said quickly standing up.

3:08 pm

Nanami rushed down the halls of the sterile hospital with bags in tow, he had gotten the call from Shoko saying your water broke and never did he rush as quickly as he did.

You had pre planned hospital bags packed last week for an emergency and Nanami made sure to get those before coming to the hospital, he panted to come to your room number to be met with an open door and your glowing face in a hospital gown.

“Ken! Oh you’re so sweaty!” You grinned while walking to wrap your arms around him as his hands immediately dropped the bags, “Well I rushed because a certain someone is giving birth to my daughter.”

“Wonder who that is.”

“Me too, we should both prepare ourselves.. I’m sure gojo is coming pretty soon.”

“Yeah shoko mentioned calling him, I’m surprised you two still have a good relationship.”

Kento groaned rolling his eyes, “good is a word, I can respect and tolerate him.”

10:07 PM

“Fuckkk! Why!” You bit down on your tongue, dried tears streaming down your face as you gripped onto your husband’s hand for dear life.

“You’re doing great sweetheart just a little more okay?” He whispered to you, placing a kiss on your sweat stained forehead.

After about fifteen minutes of groaning and yelling and cursing Nanami for doing this to you, a loud cry came and your baby girl was born.

“Sooo.. we have a name?” You grinned feeling Nanami’s nose press against your scalp, his large finger entrapped in the small grip of his daughter’s.

“Let’s figure that out later..”

[dracoxmalereader]

Marks & Spencer

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Takes place ~late 2014 because that's when gay marriage was legalized in the uk 🤓 which is convenient because that also means they have cellphones. Texting best plot device. <3 Also I don't know how weddings work my parents didn't have one so I had nobody to ask. TT I dunno if you're supposed to be shopping for the clothes together but let's say that reader and Draco are shopping for their wedding suits together because that way it'll be easier to coordinate prices. Weddings aren't cheap! Draco did just lose his job when this takes place.

Summary: You and Draco are shopping for suits for your guys' upcoming wedding. <3 Much fluff and shenanigans ensue in the Marks & Spencer.

Word Count: 1079

“Telling your boss to ‘go make out with a dementor’ is not a very muggle-ly reaction.”

“Well he deserved it! He should be rotting in Azkaban for the paychecks he was giving us. How many hours of overtime did I work last week? ‘Cause it sure wasn’t ‘zero’ like he put on my paycheck.” Draco shook his head with a sigh, eyes focused on the rack of jackets he was shifting through. 

He picked a jacket off the rod, slinging it over the growing pile on his arm. “And that’s why we’re shopping for wedding suits at an M&S.” You teased with a smile, no real bite to your words. 

Draco continued complaining about his now ex-boss, and you exhaled through your nose in amusement. A lacey puff of white sticking out from the clearance rack behind him caught your eye, and you pushed past to grab it by the hanger. 

You started to chuckle and held the overly frilly dress up to Draco’s figure, watching him turn to look. He deadpanned, his unamused expression making the dress, now draped fully over his front, that more hilarious. You giggled uncontrollably, tears pooling in your eyes. 

"Are you serious?"

“You always were Slytherin's princess.” You threw your head back and cackled. Draco blinked, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His chest started to bob with silent laughter. He rolled his eyes and tried to act annoyed, shoving the garment off of himself with his free hand. 

“You’re an arse, you know that?” He shook his head, “Go look at the cakes or something if you’re not gonna help me.” 

You wiped the tears from your eyes, catching your breath from your laughing fit. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, I’ve got to try these on anyways,” He lifted the arm with all the jackets piled onto it, “Not sure if they match my skin tone, y’know?”

You smiled at him lovingly. “You’re so high maintenance.”

He feigned offense with a telling smirk, pawing at your shoulder with his empty hand. “You try shopping for a complexion as unique as mine.”

“Sure, sea-salt. You can be as picky as you like,” You teased, leaning forwards to leave a smug peck on his lips before you put the dress back on the clearance rack. “It is our wedding after all.” 

His face reddened and he shook his head with a flustered sigh, watching you saunter off towards the bakery section of the store.

Your eyes shifted back and forth on the shelf in front of you. Eyebrows furrowed, you chewed on your lower lip. Deciding on apple danishes instead of chocolate, you reached to grab them, only to feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Grabbing the boxed pastries and tucking them under your arm, you pulled your phone out. 

WhatsApp💬

Dray🦦: Come to the fitting rooms.

Dray🦦: Please.

You raised a brow in confusion. You stared at your phone, unmoving, and watched more texts appear on-screen.

WhatsApp💬

Dray🦦: I’m in the third cubicle.

Dray🦦: Please come to the fitting rooms.

Concerned, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and walk-jogged out of the bakery section. You wormed your way through aisles, then through racks of clothes until you were turning a corner and shimmying down the little hallway to the third cubicle of the men’s fitting room. 

You knocked on the door, concern lacing your voice when you called out to your fiancé. “Dray?” 

There was shuffling on the other side and then the door clicked and cracked open, just enough for you to slip inside. You shut it behind you and your eyebrows shot up when you saw Draco. White lace clung just a bit too tight to his frame, frilly neckline dipping unevenly where it’s obvious he’d struggled to get it on. His hands laid flatly at his front, almost consumed by the puffy, layered tulle of the dress’s skirt. 

Your jaw hung open before it snapped shut, lips pursed into an entertained smooch. “Pfft.”

Your mouth filled with air as you fought back laughter, slapping your free hand over your mouth. He met your eyes solemnly, eyebrows drawn tight. “Don’t.” He urged, but nothing could stop the eruption of laughter bubbling its way out of you.

You set the box in your hand down on the little bench beside him, snickering until you managed to calm yourself down. “What,” You paused, spreading your fingers and waving your hands in front of Draco for emphasis. “Happened.”

He pressed his lips together tight, fighting a small smile of his own. “I was just gonna take a few pictures to make you laugh, you arse, but the bloody zipper got stuck and I can’t get the damn thing off.” 

You snorted, the corners of your mouth tugged downwards to fight another bout of giggles. 

“This is all your fault! Is my suffering funny to you?” Draco whined, his expression telling you that he really wasn’t all that bothered.

“Turn around, you git. Let me help you.” 

He complied with a lighthearted groan, turning so his back was towards you. The zipper was visibly snagged on the fabric, caught and pulling it taut half-way up his back. You stepped closer, squinting to get a closer look before pulling at it a couple times. You managed to free it, and the zipper slipped further, all but bursting the rest of the way open. 

“I’ve gotta say, as stunning as you look in white, I don’t think this one’s your size.”

“Piss off.” He grumbled, turning back around. His face was bright red and his eyes lingered on the floorboards. He slipped the off-shoulder sleeves down his arms before looking back up at you. 

“So feisty.” You simpered at him.

He smirked back, “I thought you liked me feisty?”

“I do!” You smiled back at him. 

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, just enjoying the comfortable silence, before Draco spoke again. “So, you gonna get out now? Or should I put on a show?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes, a silent chuckle shaking your chest. “Not that I’m opposed.” He dragged out the last syllable, teasing.

You shook your head in amusement. “Alright I’m going. Text me if there’s any more,” You pointed your gaze at the bunchy skirt of the dress. “Mishaps.”

“Darling, you know I will.” He winked smugly, and you slipped out the door of the cubicle.

How dare my parents not have a wedding. What if their eldest would need to understand weddings for his Harry Potter fic some 22 years later? /j

The funnest part of this was getting to look up 2014 phones. Draco 100% has an iPhone 6 plus he pre-ordered and the reader has like a Galaxy S4 he got on sale. Every iOS main needs their android user, and reader is Draco's.

This is less proofread than my others because I have 1 out of minimum 30 assignments done in all of my classes and they gave me an unexcused absence. Wouldn't be that big of a deal if I wasn't like one more of those away from a court date, so I've been focused on that lately. :P Let me know if there are any typos or grammar issues pls. <3

[mothfables]

VI. Apples and Bunny Love

Ravio admires his partner. Also, Link gets to ramble about apples

(This was supposed to have at least somewhat of a plot, but then it turned into Link talking about apples for 30+ minutes and Ravio thinking about how cute he is)

Link hummed softly as he weaved through the trees. The orchard was doing well this year- some trees even had full-grown apples! They were much better than the tiny, sour things that had been growing previously, too sour to do anything with except leave for the birds and the deer. But now? Link’s mind whirled with all the possible recipes, long left to gather dust but now had a chance at being used after all these years.

Apple pie, tarts, cakes, salads, cider... so many possibilities, and it would only get better from here! He let out a happy squeak, his steps turning to hops as he drew closer to the house. He couldn’t wait to share the news with Ravio!

Speak of the rabbit, and he shall appear: clad in a soft sweater and his usual scarf, the merchant waved to him from where he stood by the backdoor, Sheerow perched on one shoulder. As Link drew nearer the bird took off, fluttering first around Ravio’s head, then Link’s, before disappearing into the trees.

“Hi, Ravi,” Link smiled as he slowed to a stop before his partner. In a sudden burst of courage, he leaned closer, waiting for Ravio to nod before planting a kiss on his freckled cheek. Ravio beamed, flapping his hands and rocking back and forth even as he leaned in to nuzzle his partner. Link flushed, bashful at the quiet pride in his eyes. His own hands flicked happily at his sides.

“Guess what?” He asked excitedly as they drew back. Ravio held out a hand and Link took it eagerly, swinging their joined arms as together they turned to go inside.

“What, honeybee?” As always, the nickname made his cheeks go pink, and he ducked his head, momentarily flustered. Ravio simply smiled and kept swinging their hands.

“Uh-! Um, y’know the orchard? How all the apples have been really, really small? An’ how sour and gross they are, so you can’t even use ‘em for anything? Well some of the trees grew bigger apples this year! They’re near all red and actually almost sweet, which means we can use ‘em for baking soon! Or- or, we could turn them into cider, or apple butter- I think you’d really like apple butter, Ravi, you can put it on just about anythin’. Oh! There’s a whole bunch of other things you can make with apples; I think we have a recipe book somewhere. My Uncle got it ages ago when we first started the orchard. It’s got stuff in it I think you’d like. I’m pretty sure we have a few different kinds of apples, too, so we can try a bunch of things!”

Ravio listened with a warm smile as Link rambled, the other boy too caught up in his excitement to notice they’d come to a stop in the kitchen. The merchant guided him to the table and into a chair, where he was free to rock and wave his hands as he continued talking.

Ravio hardly ever saw his partner so openly excited or happy about anything. Link tended to keep his emotions tucked close to his chest, presenting a quiet (if not silent), stone-faced front to the world. It was an unfortunate result of starting his many adventures so young. He’d had to lock away the childish, carefree boy he was before his uncle passed to make room for the hero he’d had to become.

He shook his head; no need to get caught up in the past when Link was right here with him, happy and full of life. He leaned back against the counter, chin in one hand as he watched his partner (and oh! how happy that made him feel: all bubbly and light and feather-soft) with a content smile.

“— an’ one of my favourites was these apple-cinnamon cookies! You could hardly tell there’s apples in ‘em ‘cept for the flavour. I think maybe Uncle used cider or juice when he made ‘em; I don’t remember. I think he wrote it down somewhere, though. I hope so, I miss them.”

Link frowned then, the vibrant purple of his eyes darkening briefly in sadness. Then he shook his head as if to rid it of the memories.

“You mentioned other kinds of apples,” Ravio spoke up. He was determined to make those pretty violet eyes sparkle again, and right now that meant indulging him in his long-term interest: his orchard and the apples that Link had been trying to encourage it to grow for years. Link looked over at him, surprised, and Ravio gave an encouraging hum.

The other boy bit his lip, emotions Ravio couldn’t decipher flickering across his face. “Um. O-okay.” He stopped to gather his thoughts from wherever they’d gone when his mood took a turn. His hands fidgeted, fingers twisting his myriad of rings in a nervous tic.

Ravio pushed off the counter to join him at the table. Sitting down across from his hero he took Link’s hands gently in his own and gave them a squeeze. Link returned the gesture after a moment, taking a deep breath as he settled.

“There’s, um. Not all apples are, or uh- can be used for the same thing. Some are just for eating, some apples only for um, for baking, like- like pumpkins!” There was the glimmer he was looking for. “Let’s see, um...” The tip of Link’s tongue poked out of his mouth as he thought, a tiny spot of pink between his lips. It was one of the cutest sights Ravio had ever seen, he thought.

“There’s granny smiths, people use ‘em for baking all the time. Um, red delicious you can eat, or, uh, put in something like a salad. Those are good. Then there’s golden delicious- you can use ‘em for j’st about anythin’. McIntoshes can be used for anythin’ too, though they don’t hold their shape real well when you bake with ‘em.”

Link’s eyes were growing brighter, and he played mindlessly with Ravio’s hands as he talked. For his part, the merchant hummed and made interested noises to show he was listening. It really was interesting, to be honest; as far as he knew Lorule didn’t have quite so many varieties of produce, or if they indeed had apples at all. He couldn’t quite recall, having been a little more focused on finding food he could actually eat than what it was exactly. He was infinitely glad not to have to worry about that here.

Oblivious to his partner’s musings, Link continued rambling, his mood now back to what it was before. His cheeks were flushed, making the faint freckles scattered across his skin stand out like little stars. Ravio loved those freckles as much as Link adored his.

Link paused for a moment, chewing his lip in a sudden bout of self-consciousness. “I... I’m not boring you, am I?” he asked abruptly.

Caught off-guard at the question, Ravio stuttered for a moment before hastening to reassure him. “Goddess, no! I love listening to you talk, honeybee. Especially when it’s about things you enjoy.” He squeezed his hands before disentangling one and reaching across the table to rub his thumb against Link’s cheek. The other boy leaned into it, still looking unsure. “It makes me happy to see you happy. Plus, I get to learn all sorts of things I didn’t know before!”

His hero made a little ‘oh!’ sound and glanced away, down at the table where their hands sat, still clasped. Ravio caressed his cheek one more time before standing and moving towards one of the cabinets.

“Don’t worry, I still want to listen,” he consoled before the other could get too upset, opening the cabinet and reaching for two glasses, bringing them over to the sink to fill with water. “I’m just getting us something to drink, that’s all.” Glasses full, he brought them over to the table and set one before Link before sitting down with his own.

Link didn’t say anything. “Bunny?”

Link met his eyes before glancing away again. “Um, I like- I like listening to you, too.” He gave a short nod, pressing his lips together in a thin line.

Ravio’s heart swelled, making him squeak happily and drum his hands on the table. Link gave a soft huff of laughter, then started talking about apples again. Ravio smiled, settling in to listen.

He wouldn’t trade this for all the rupees in the world.

[behindthewanderlust]

Noodle’s Gift

Characters - Noodle, Murdoc, Russel, 2D

Summary - It’s Murdoc’s birthday and all he wants is to get the day over with. It’s a good thing Noodle’s a good kid

Word Count - 1,284

Warnings - Everyone is OOC (sorry), Murdoc wallowing in his own sadness, this is ooold

A/N - A really bad fic I wrote last year😭 I gladly welcome constructive criticism! Anything that’ll help me improve :)

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The sun shining through the window awoke Murdoc. He did his best to avoid it by rolling over, but the stubborn sunlight kept invading his room. Accepting defeat, he grumbled as he kicked his sheets off and got out of bed. Murdoc started to make his way to the bathroom, each step reminding him of what day it was.

Step.

June

Step.

Sixth

Step.

2005

Step.

Your

Step.

39th

Step.

Birthday.

His face naturally twisted into the usual scowl it always carries. Birthdays had never been great for Murdoc. As a kid, all he wanted was a nice birthday party. As an adult, he couldn’t care less about the day.

His scowl grew deeper as he remembered the pencil his father got him for his eleventh birthday.

Fucking Sebastian, he thought, couldn’t have at least pretended to care for a second and get me something I didn’t already have.

Sharp rattles were suddenly heard on the door and Russel’s deep voice was heard. “‘D and I made breakfast, you should come eat.”

“Fine,” Murdoc grumbled, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

Russel’s feet shuffled away while Murdoc quickly put his pants on and made his way to the kitchen, wanting to get breakfast over with so he could come back to his room and be miserable.

Breakfast was quiet. 2D and Russ tried to celebrate Murdoc’s birthday back in ‘98, but were met with his shouts and curses, so they never uttered a word about his birthday since. Russel had shared what had happened to Noodle, who never mentioned his birthday, heeding Russel’s warning. This year was different. Noodle was stubborn. Some may say she was too stubborn.

Noodle scarfed down her breakfast despite multiple warnings from Russel and 2D. She didn’t bother listening though. She was excited! She took another bite of food and prepared to speak with her mouth full before she was interrupted by heavy coughs.

Russel, who was closest to her, immediately began patting her back to get her to stop choking.

“Now I don’t know how many times we told you to slow down while you eat,” Russel gently scolded once she stopped choking, “slow down and stop eating like an animal!”

“Sorry, Russ!” she began, “I just-”

“We don’t know what we’d do if this turned into something serious!” 2D jokes, not meaning to interrupt.

“Sorry, I just-“ interrupted again.

“I don’t know any of that CPR stuff, love, Dents here would’ve had to revive ya, and I don’t think any of us would like that,” Murdoc half joked.

“Sorry-“

“You gotta start listening to us when we tell you things! We don’t nag just to nag, y’know,” Russel continued.

Noodle internally groaned. Today is her day to make Murdoc feel nice! And here they are, fussing over her.

“Sorry,” she finally managed to say, “I’m just excited.”

2D was the first to speak up, “about what?”

“You’ll see!”

Breakfast continued to be uneventful, with the boys sneaking glances at Noodle to make sure she ate slowly.

2D had offered to wash the dishes, and began collecting them to put in the sink. Noodle beamed, she could finally do what she wanted to do! With a quick, be right back!, she darted to her room. She gently collected her gifts for Murdoc and walked back to the kitchen.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” she shrieked, setting her gifts on the table in front of Murdoc, who looked at her in shock. A small red velvet cake, a birthday card with crudely drawn art of the members on the front, and a green balloon sat in front of him. He sat there in shock, not knowing what to do with himself. He had never seen that many birthday gifts before, and he never thought he’d see so many presents addressed to him.

“…do you like it?” she squeaked out.

Murdoc had gone quiet since she walked back in the kitchen. Noodle began to second guess this decision, but a soft hug from Murdoc killed those thoughts.

“…I appreciate this, Noodle,” he managed to get out. He ruffled her hair and frowned, “didn’t have to get me anything, though.”

“I wanted to! I’ve never gotten you anything before,” she smiled.

At first, Russel and 2D were quiet. They were both worried Murdoc would react poorly to the gifts. Russel, relieved to see Murdoc hugging Noodle, broke his silence.

“Happy birthday, Murdoc. Hope it’s a good one.”

2D quietly stood and started to walk over the counter. Murdoc glanced over, suddenly remembering how he yelled at him and Russ the last time he tried to celebrate his birthday. Murdoc began to speak before 2D cut him off.

“I brought plates for the cake,” 2D began to nervously say, “happy birthday, Mudz.”

“Thanks Dents, you too, Russ.”

Noodle clasped her hands together, glad that her gift had been so well received. She quickly grabbed the knife to cut the cake, the fact that she should probably sing the ‘happy birthday’ song slipping her mind. She gave the first piece to the birthday boy, then Russel, 2D, and finally herself. The band enjoyed a nice and quiet moment while happily munching on their slices. Noodle occasionally looked up at Murdoc, curious to see if he was enjoying the cake as much as she was.

On the other end, Murdoc snuck glances at his bandmates (mostly Noodle). He’d never had a birthday celebration, he didn’t exactly know what to do. Still, he felt content. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

While eating their last bites, Noodle asked, “how do you feel?”

“The same as always, love.”

“But it’s your 39th! You really don’t feel anything? I’m gonna feel so grown-up when I turn 15 later this year! 15 is so different from 14, which feels even more different from 13.”

Her bandmates shared a laugh, much to her confusion.

“Once you get older, kid, each day feels like the last. 38 and 39 aren’t too different compared to 15 and 14,” Murdoc replied. Noodle nodded, not exactly liking the answer she got.

Finishing his slice of cake, Murdoc placed his plate in the sink.

“Right, I’m off to the showers,” he stated. 2D and Russel shared their plans while placing their plates in the sink. Noodle wasn’t finished though, and wanted to spend more time with everyone.

“Wanna watch a movie?” she asked, giving the three her best puppy dog eyes.

“I’ve got nothin’ better to do,” 2D shrugged, before turning his attention to dishes.

Russel smiled, “of course, Noodle, I’m always down to watch movies with you.”

Murdoc ruffled her hair once again. “I’ll be down once I finish showering, alright?”

Noodle nodded before rushing off to pick a movie.

Murdoc began the walk back to his room, balloon and birthday card clutched in hand. He slammed the door and locked it before collapsing on the floor. Broken sobs escaped his mouth, unable to stop the sounds by covering his mouth. He tried to wipe his tears but his eyes were like waterworks - no use at all. He stared at the balloon in his hand. He always wanted one as a kid. His father never let him have any normal kid things.

Murdoc remembered seeing a bunch of balloons at birthday parties on TV, and how his dad slapped him when he asked for one. All that didn’t matter though, he finally had one of his own! And it was all thanks to the kid he at first thought nothing of.

Murdoc glanced and the card Noodle gifted him. He didn’t know what he would do with that girl, but he did know one thing:

She would have the best 15th birthday ever.

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

matt poitras.

word count: 3.0k

no warnings

"if you'll have me, i want you" — stephen sanchez

A/N: this fic was anonymously requested! thank you so much! i love mattyp and i was super excited because i got to rewrite an old fic that i wrote about him that i hated...happy reading!

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MATT

“Congrats on the goal, Beech.”

I wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulder, giving him a brief pat on the back as I made my way to my stall.

“Thanks, Pots,” he chuckled. “I thought it was a pretty good shot, too. Definitely one of my better goals, anyway.”

“Given that I haven’t exactly seen your other ones, I’ll just have to take your word for it,” I laughed, stepping past him to sit down. I removed my jersey and hung it up, then lifted my padding from my shoulders and above my head. “Doesn’t it feel, like, really good?”

“Feels awesome,” he confirmed with a smile. “I feel like I’ve had so many missed scoring chances. Felt great to actually capitalize on one, y’know?”

“I know. I still can’t believe you missed that shot a few weeks ago,” I nudged his shoulder. “It was practically an open net, dude.”

“I know, I know. But hey, I made up for it, right?”

“Sure did.”

I leaned over and untied my skates, then pulled them off and stowed them away. It wasn’t long before the padding on my knees was on the seat beside me. As I stood up to pack everything away, a familiar face came into view. I extended my hand out to pat his shoulder.

“Congrats, man.”

“Thanks,” Mason smiled, then continued forward.

I picked up the skates and covered the blades, then stored them in my bag, afterward grabbing a towel to wipe my face and hair. Johnny turned to face me again as he removed the laces from his skates.

“You talked to Emery at all?”

Emery.

I met her back in 9th grade. We had a few classes together. A lot of people told us that our friendship seemed to come out of nowhere, but we always used to say it was because of how fast we clicked. We got close fast.

She was always my biggest fan, through and through. Especially when nobody else seemed to be. Through each year of high school, she stuck by my side even when she wasn’t obligated to, and I was always grateful for that. She never doubted me. She was, in complete honesty, one of the reasons I became the player I turned out to be.

When I got drafted, she was over the moon. She even baked a cake that said Future NHL Bruin on it, which I was later told that she decorated herself. Told me she had to teach herself, which resulted in three failed cakes and almost an entire day lost. The thing is, I never could’ve predicted just how soon I’d be playing in the NHL when I was initially drafted. 

I’ve missed her.

Leaving was the hardest part. Because I would now be based in Boston, I knew that saying goodbye to her would be difficult to do. Though it wasn’t going to be forever, it would be a long time before I could visit home to see her again. I would be moving countries and completely uprooting my life for a larger chunk of time than I would’ve liked to think about. Even in the times that I was able to visit home, it was never for long. At least, not long enough.

I lived in a hotel for the beginning of the season, but the Bruins recently made the decision to keep me, so they worked out somewhere for me to stay long-term. That’s when Johnny and I began living together in the North End in Boston. The day that Don Sweeney called me in to tell me that I’d be staying lifted a massive weight off of my shoulders; one that I’d been carrying since the pre-season. Although I’d been kept, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still trying to make the team.

I remember receiving a text from Emery that day.

hey, matty. i heard you’re staying with the bruins! that’s great. i’m so happy for you. i hope you can visit home soon so i can see you. i miss you.

I’ve kept it in the back of my mind, since. And it wasn’t just because I missed my friend.

It was because I’d grown to feel for her in more ways than one. We started off platonically, but it wasn’t long before I began to notice myself admiring her, feeling comforted by her presence…how, no matter the case, I seemed to always be happy with her. Not to mention the growing urge to kiss her whenever I got as little as a few inches away from her.

So, as anyone could imagine, leaving her was one of the hardest things I had to do.

“Uh, no,” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts as I turned to face Johnny. “No, I haven’t talked to her.”

Having taken the hint, he nodded and faced forward again, then silently continued to undress.

- - -

EMERY

The simple term “miss” was nothing but an understatement.

I first felt disconnected from Matt when he started playing for the Guelph Storm. Although I saw him less, he was still based close to home, so I couldn’t complain all that much. But this?

This was ten times worse.

Though I refused to let anyone see it, I was hurting. I knew he was happy—I would never and could never take that away from him. And on top of that, I was beyond proud of him, regardless of how disappointed I might have felt. All I’ve ever wanted for him is for him to be successful in doing what he loves, and since he was doing just that, all I could be was happy. 

Still, it didn’t eradicate the pain.

As I sat on my couch, I pulled out my phone, deciding to open and scroll through Twitter mindlessly in the quiet of my living room. Since I’ve ironically loved hockey my whole life, my timeline was filled with it. Notably that night, someone reposted a video from a game that landed about 2 months ago.

Matt’s first NHL goal.

He looked so happy. God, he was. The short clip pushed the memory of him calling me that night to the front of my mind, bringing a disheartened smile to my face as I watched it replay on my screen. I only wished that I didn’t have to see him through a screen as much as I now did, to receive a hug from him just to hold me over. But I couldn’t.

I placed my phone on the couch next to me as I laid back on the cushions, then looked out into the darkness of my living room. My eyes fixated on the entryway as my mind retraced the day that he showed up at my door before he left.

I shot up from the couch as the knock sounded at my door--the noise I’d been anticipating worriedly all day. As the door swung open Matthew came into view, his expression devoid of happiness.

“Hi,” he spoke, lips slightly downturned.

“Hi, Matty.” Stepping away, I motioned my head off to the side. “Come in.”

He walked in and I carefully shut the door, then turned to face my saddened best friend behind me. “I don’t have much time.”

“I know, Matt…I know.” I tightened my lips into a flat line, swallowing the lump that formed before sighing deeply. “How long will you be gone for…?”

“I don’t know. Could be weeks, could be months…Honestly, Em, I really don’t,” he spoke once again, a frown contorting his lips. “I can only say that it’ll be a while.”

A silent nod was all I could muster up, words deciding not to come as easily to me as normal. I sniffed, trying my best to stay strong in what could’ve been the last time I’d see him for the unforeseeable future. If I started to cry, even just slightly, I knew that I wouldn’t stop. So I kept it in, deciding to hold it for just a little while longer until he was gone. “How long until you have to leave?”

“A few minutes, max,” he shrugged. “I just had to say goodbye.”

Unsure of how long it would be until I could do it again, I took a step forward and threw my arms around him, draping them over his shoulders as I pulled him in tightly. He responded instantly, wrapping his around my midsection to do the same. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” I breathed, words muffled by his shoulder.

Though my body tried its best to resist, a tear shed, sliding down my cheek and onto the fabric of his shirt. It was bound to happen considering how long I’d been holding it. Keeping it bottled in no longer seemed to be an option. The person that made me happiest was leaving—it wasn’t surprising that I let myself go.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Matt.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured me softly. “But I have to go.”

“I know,” I croaked out, pulling away. “I know.”

I sniffed, then let out a shaky breath as I fronted a weak smile. I used the back of my hand to wipe the few tears that had fallen against my wishes, then took another breath in an attempt to steady myself momentarily.

“I’m going to call you, and I’m going to text you,” he spoke sincerely, gaze aligning with mine, “and I’m going to make sure that we stay in touch, okay?”

“Okay,” I repeated back to him. “Goodbye, Matt. I’ll miss—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head, hands moving down to take mine and hold them tightly for just a moment. “I’ll see you soon.”

With one final squeeze of my hands, he stepped back and let go, then started for the door. He opened it slowly and stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, just enough to see me. He remained silent, displaying a soft expression on his face; a look laced with affection and sadness, but one that brought me as little as an ounce of comfort knowing that he felt the same as I did. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” he whispered, then turned back and walked out, closing the door behind him.

And finally, I broke down.

The same sensation of tears staining my cheeks returned as I snapped back into the present, wiping my cheeks dry with my sleeve before picking up my phone once more. Before I could stop myself, I opened my messages and scrolled down to Matthew’s contact, opening it up and reading over the last message that he’d sent to me. It was at the end of a conversation from the day after he was chosen to stay with the team.

I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. I miss you

I left the app open, silently holding my phone in front of my face as I continued to read the text over again. I’ll talk to you soon, he said. It’s been almost two months since that day. How far away do you have to stretch from a day to pass soon?

I miss you.

I decided to head off to bed, standing up and making my way to my bedroom. I climbed into bed, then turned on my side and focused my attention on the clock that sat atop the bedside table in front of me. 11 o’clock.

In an attempt to fall asleep, I closed my eyes, but it didn’t work out as I had planned. Something within me was uneasy. I wanted to talk to him.

So I reached over and grabbed my phone, then searched for his contact and called him. It rang once, twice, three times…a few more before the inevitable voicemail played. Dejectedly, I hung up, placing my phone back down in its spot and silently staring at the time once more. For the first time in weeks, I struggled to blink back my tears.

I missed hearing him talk, seeing him. I missed his voice, his smile, his laugh. His corny little jokes that nobody would laugh at and how easily he’d get shy in public. I missed how his hair would blow around when he skated. I missed the way I could talk to him about anything—how he’d listen, comfort me, hold me when I was upset…I missed everything. Every last bit of it.

Because he wasn’t just my best friend; he’d become so much more to me than that. If only I had realized it sooner. Before he left so that I had the chance to tell him. But I didn’t.

So I closed my eyes, a tear softly running down my cheek as I slowly began to drift off.

- - -

When I woke up the next morning, a voicemail had been left for me. Matt called me after I’d already gone to sleep. I took a breath, then reluctantly pressed play.

“Hey, Em. You called before but the game wasn’t over yet. I know it’s too late there now and you’re probably asleep, so I’ll talk to you soon. Miss you.”

As relieving as it was to hear his voice again, the hurt that I felt didn’t subside. Tears pricked at my eyes again as I replayed the voicemail, now clinging on to that silver of communication I had with him.

But it wasn’t enough.

I’d come to realize that the problem wasn’t that we weren’t talking as much—I, as well as he, was prepared for that aspect. The problem was that, regardless of how hard we tried, we simply couldn’t find the time for each other anymore.

That’s what terrified me the most. My relationship with him was slowly fading away, and there weren’t many options left.

- - -

MATT

Another day, another game finished.

Tonight, we played in Toronto. As far as I’ve learned, it’s become common for us to beat them, which admittedly uplifted my mood after we won.

We were close to home, but we wouldn’t be spending enough time there to be able to stray off. Unfortunately, that ruled out any chances of my being able to visit my family or Emery. Aside from that, I was exhausted, so the only place I wanted to be was in bed.

As I took my equipment off, some of the guys did their media, and the locker room slowly began to clear out. Just as I was about to head out, Mason tapped me on the shoulder, prompting my head to turn and shift my attention to him.

“What’s up?”

“They told me to tell you to go next door,” he spoke, head jerking in the direction of the conference room next to us. “Said someone’s waiting for ya.”

“Oh, thanks, man.”

He nodded and walked by as I placed my bag back down in front of my stall, then headed out and towards the room he mentioned. I knocked softly, but there was no response. Although it remained silent, I cracked the door open anyway, deciding to step in and make a check just in case before going back.

When I rounded the corner, I was brought to a halt as my eyes caught sight of the person waiting for me.

Emery.

“Oh, my God.”

My feet carried me toward her, and before I knew it my arms were around her, pulling her in closer. The familiar scent of her perfume clouded my senses, bringing a sense of comfort that I’d been lacking for longer than I would’ve admitted. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back, not paying them much mind as she finally pulled away to look up at me.

“Hi, Matty,” she smiled brightly.

“What…what are you doing here? I thought—”

“Your parents got me some help,” she laughed. “And your coach…He’s real nice, by the way.”

I laughed back in response, eyes trailing down to the jersey that she was wearing. When she noticed, her body turned to the side, revealing the numbers on her arms.

51.

“Oh, you didn’t,” I marveled, lips parting in a smile as my thumb ran across the lettering on her arm.

“Of course, I did,” she confirmed, turning back forward. “I had to.”

“God, I could kiss you right now,” the words slipped out before I could think, and my eyes widened slightly at the realization.

“Then do it.”

So before I could second guess it, I leaned down and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her gently against me. She reciprocated, smiling softly as her arms found their place around my neck. My lips matched her smile as one hand rose up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

She raised to her toes, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss before slowly pulling away, looking up with a soft expression. “Matt,” she whispered, eyes beginning to become glassy.

“Hm?” I hummed, reaching for her hand and thumbing the soft skin on the back of it.

“I should’ve just told you before, but I,” she breathed, brows knit together tightly. She took a pause as if she were contemplating whether to continue or not, but ultimately opened her mouth to speak softly again.

“I love you, Matt.”

The initial shock forced my eyebrows to raise, my lips parting as I took her words in. But didn’t take long to wear off before I was smiling down at her just as I was before, basking in the relief that I felt. I knew now that there was more than enough reason to try things with her, just as I’d wanted to do before leaving. If she felt the same, then what was the use in denying it further?

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the scent again before pulling back.

“I love you, too.”

Her arms were thrown around me once more in response and I hugged her back, resting my chin on her forehead, hand rubbing circles on her back. “We’re not losing touch again this time, okay?” I reassured her softly. “We’ll make it work.”

I swallowed thickly and swayed back and forth gently, bringing her along with the slow movements. “I’m not letting that happen again. Ever.”

“Okay,” she nodded, a faint laughter falling from her lips before she pulled away and aligned her gaze with mine. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

[bokubear]

COULD BE US :: kissing 101.

luckily unfortunately for you, your conversation with soha was cut short upon realizing you were awkwardly standing outside bokuto’s door. with a silent scream you knocked only for the handle to twist and reveal the LAST thing you wanted to see.

tight white shirt that framed his muscular chest and shoulders perfectly with the low settling sweatpants. trust me, it screamed frat boy but you couldn’t care less. he looked too fine for you to be internally complaining.

“hey..” he smiled weakly, appearing sheepish all of a sudden. beckoning you into the room. no, you’ve been here a billion times before but regardless it killed you. first off, whatever cologne he used caked the air deliciously. second, simply being in his room—especially alone with the ace sent you dizzied.

“so the basics you said ?” balancing your palms on his bed as you spoke while sitting to look at his dorm, bokuto hastily glanced from your eyes to your lips despite you not noticing.

and when his hands found their way on top of yours you nearly jerked upwards in shock. bokuto’s face burned bright red, clearing his throat sternly.

“the thing i wanted to work on most is uh… kissing.” yet another moment where the world stopped. but this time you clenched your teeth and put on a brave face. of course, magnificently enough he read your face, steam billowing from his ears at this point.

“i..i mean if you’re not okay with it then that’s okay-“N-NONO-yeah it’s fine, just .. show me .. what you can do first ..” you leaned back against his pillows. the truth is, you knew you couldn’t initiate it, so the idea of him making the first move seemed a little less earth shattering.

“okay.” he breathed, edging closer until his lips was mere centimeters only to stop abruptly. lifting your hands up to his shoulders for support. “one squeeze if go, two for stop.” your reply cut short when he captured your lips, warm hands holding at your hips as you squeezed his bicep just once obediently—absolutely melting into the kiss.

bokuto tasted like syrup, 'he must’ve had pancakes for breakfast' you mused in your head, head falling back against the pillow as the kiss became more heated. your fingers carded his hair irregularly, pulling him impossibly closer. after what felt to be a century you separated, a string of saliva keeping you two connected whilst heavy pants and flushed faces proceeded.

“was i good?” he grinned softly, running a thumb across your cheek. pretty eyes dusting to gaze up at him. you wished he didn’t have his mind set on someone else, but for now you’d soak up this while you could.

“a little messy, but, alright.” you eased, raising up. “just make sure you.. keep your hands on my waist. when you practice kissing me that is, since i’m not jina y’know.” his eyes widened when he looked down to see his grabby hands cupping your breasts, ripping them away in an instant.

“jina yeah yeah, yep! .. i’m sooo sorry..” he buried his face in his blanket in a make-shift bow, you chuckled lightly at the reaction. “don’t worry about it, see you next week?” you raised a brow, hand reaching for the door-handle. “mhm! i’ll text ya! bye bye y/nie!” — “bye kou~”

the calm facade completely ruined once you left. dropping down into a crouch on the floor, you whipped out your phone.

:::

sypnosis ; new transfer student arrived at school, everyone positively enamored by her every move. she seems like a sweetheart you’ll admit, but when bokuto kotaro—your best friend for many many years asks you for help to win her heart you oblige—wanting nothing more than bokuto to be happy. but do you really want him to be happy with her when he’s been your crush practically your entire life ?

notes ; this chapter AAAAA i want it to be slow burn i couldn’t help it .. also can we talk abt how cute the teletubbie props are fr n e ways girls night for your sanity

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[sissy-feminized-into-ballerina]

“Must you really stare at it like that Laura? It’s bad enough having to endure my mum hanging that picture up in the living room for every guest to see let alone having my girlfriend be obsessed with it.”

“I’m sorry David. I know it’s embarrassing for you but I can’t get over it ok? My big handsome boyfriend and his brothers spent their teens being petticoated because they said something mean to their little sister.”

“We weren’t mean though. We just called her ballet stupid…something which after being forced to do it for the following 6 years I stand by.”

“It’s just so funny to me!”

“Well it wasn’t funny to us I assure you. That photoshoot was an absolute nightmare. I had just turned 16 there on the far left while Jake kept crying”

“Which one’s Jake?”

“On the right, next to Hannah.

As I was saying he kept crying and mum made us go through 5 outfit changes before settling on these. I’m just glad she didn’t use the pancakes for the final shoot.”

“Pancakes?“

“Pancake tutus… pastel pink… absolutely ghastly.”

“I bet I’d love to see those.”

“Pretty sure Max burnt them.”

“The photos?”

“The tutus Laura.”

“He burnt all, even Hannah’s so mum couldn’t force him to wear hers. Sis was livid.”

“Wow, who would have thought nerdy Max would be such a badass? Still, all’s well that end’s well I suppose.”

“Yeah sure. Six years spent home-schooled wearing dresses full time, having nothing but dolls to play with when learning was over and blowing out an Angelina Ballerina birthday cake on my 17th birthday.

“That must have been humiliating.”

“Not as much as it was for my brothers when they realised they’d be singing me the show’s theme song. Still, that wasn’t the worst. That spot definitely goes to having to be in bed by seven every night… except where ballet class was concerned of course. It only started at 7.30 so we could stay up until nine on those days… sometimes 9.30 if we asked mum for a bedtime story.”

“You did that?”

“Anything to stave off being in a locked bedroom in the dark with three snoring brothers for 10 hours. The fact we could hear Hannah downstairs watching TV while we tried to fall asleep didn’t help. 6 years of our lives wasted.”

“Oh I don’t know about that.“

“Meaning?”

“Well you got how many A-Levels?”

“Six.”

“See that’s pretty good don’t you think? And you’re on track for good final grades in your degree so something must have paid off. Besides, even you have to admit you all look delightful in that photo.”

“It doesn’t even make logical sense though. Why does it say “sissy teens” on it when Hannah was in it too. She’s not a sissy, she’s female.”

“Well you all looked pretty female to me. Perhaps when the photographer heard there were boys being photographed they just assumed you were all sissies? How were they to know one of you wasn’t being petticoated?”

“I guess so.” *sulks*

“Hey cheer up. Just remember only a few months to go and then you’ll be done with your studies. We can move out together, get our own place and you’ll never have to see that photo again. You’ll be a 100% normal boyfriend.”

“Uhmm not so sure about that. Being petticoated for six years can… change you in unfortunate ways.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well every-time we’ve stayed the night over at your place so I haven’t had to tell you.”

“I thought the photo was why you preferred to date at mine? You said it was distracting?”

“Oh it is…. but not just that. All those years being locked in our rooms for so long every night made me pretty…uhmm… dependent. It’s not as bad now, I don’t need protection all the time but some nights when I’ve been stressed… well y’know?”

“I’m not following at all. I think you’re just going to have to tell me?”

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“Ok.”

“No… say it. I Laura promise not to laugh.”

“I, Laura promise not to laugh.”

“Ok… so sometimes … not all the time but sometimes I need them and it shouldn’t be all that shameful… plenty of men use them… just usually a bit older than me I guess…”

“Viagra?”

“No not that.”

“Then what? Come on how bad can it be?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Oh just spit it out!”

“There’s A Packet of Nappies Under My Bed!”

“What??? *sniggers*

“Hey you promised you wouldn’t laugh!”

[madlittlecriminal]

Excuse Me? ⇒ Santiago “Pope” García × Puerto Rican!Female!Reader

Request: no, but as a someone who’s half Mexican & half Puerto Rican, i feel like this is a dang given ESPECIALLY when i personally don’t see much representation for us Hispanics/Latinx on here :)

Warnings: hints of sex, some sentences are in spanish, soft!santiago, insecure!santiago

-THIS IS MY FIRST FIC FOR HIM SO I APOLOGIZE IF IT FEELS SHORT-

Santiago teaching you his form of Spanish was actually incredible. You always knew Spanish was a language that had many different meanings to words or just different ways to say them. For example, cake had many, but the most popular were ‘bizcocho’ or ‘pastel’ which both had different meanings: some innocent while some…not so much. If you were being honest, Mister Garcia was definitely a highlight on your off days; a simple word in Spanish always made you feel better because you knew you were in for a lesson in Central American Spanish. Funny enough though, he adored it when you would teach him words from your island, but he would never straight up admit it, instead, he would beat around the bush with it.

He thought you wouldn’t know, but you did, so when you taught him nicknames that were common in Puerto Rico, you scanned his face for a reaction. Sadly, you didn’t get any this time and if you were being honest, it kinda made you sad. Maybe it was a mistake, but you wouldn’t dare mention it to him because you were afraid of offending him. However, Santiago has been through war, so would you bringing it up really offend him? You didn’t know and you didn’t wanna find out either, so you chose to keep it to yourself until you were actually ready to talk to him. With a sigh, you walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Santiago knew you were upset and it kinda made him feel like crap; he didn’t know if it was because of him or it was because of something personal. He knew not to budge with it and decided it would be best to wait for you. With a patience ever so powerful, he waited for you. However, after eight days, his patience began to thin as you still didn’t talk to him. Sometimes you didn’t even look at him which was the worst part about Santiago’s day. He loved it when your (E/C) met his while you were in virtual meetings for work, but he hasn’t seen that glance and it began to worry him. Did he mess up?

“Todo bien, chula?” You paused in shocked as he eased your worries without knowing. However, you had to be sure you weren’t going crazy. “Excuse me?” He gulped. “I’m sorry, did I overstep? I thought it was fine to call you that because you taught me it last week…” Santiago’s look of fear made you walk over to him. “First, everything’s fine guapo, but can you repeat that?” His face softens at your question and he smiles. “Chula,” you let out a giggle and he wraps his arms around your waist. “I didn’t wanna disappoint, y’know?” You plant a kiss on his nose and nod. “You didn’t at all, precioso.” He kisses your cheek before pulling you closer to him. “Do you prefer chula or chulita?” You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

“I like them both, but you can definitely decide for me, Santi. You know I don’t care.” He nods before planting a kiss on your lips. “Good to know! Now, we missed date night last week because someone decided to ignorar a todo el mundo y ni si quiera me dijo porque.” You pout and he chuckles. “I thought you were mad at the nickname. He pulled you into a hug. “Never, mi niña. I just hate how you always figure me out!” You laugh and rest your hand on his chest. “Now, I gotta shower so we can go on our date!” He bit his lip. “¿Te puedo acompañar?” You grab his hand and nod. “Por supuesto mi rey.”

[thatgirlsnotrightinthebrain]

“Babe, what have you done to me?” You turn to see her reclining on the sofa, eyes closed in a t-shirt and shorts two sizes too small, her belly hanging out, being caressed by her hands. God, she’s gorgeous. You take note of the take out containers, fast food bags, and pizza boxes piled around her; the dozen empty cans of soda arranged neatly on the floor to her right. You smirk. “Babe, what do you mean what have I done to you?” “I’m so fat now,” she whines, grabbing the upper roll of her belly. She can barely fit her hand around the amount of blubber there. “You feed me too much.” A burp escapes her mouth. “I used to be fit before I moved in with you.” She isn’t wrong. When you first met three years ago, she was a professional dancer; strong, slim, and flexible. She moved with ease. Now just a year and a half after moving in with you, she was three times her original size. She was so out of shape she would get out of breath climbing the stairs to the bedroom. And you barely had to lift a finger. All it took was some simple changes to her diet (caused instantly by her moving in with you) and a sprained ankle she sustained after she gained her first 20 pounds. She went from celery, hummus, salads, grilled chicken, water, fruit to chips, queso, stir-fry, fried chicken, orange soda, and cakes... Once the sprain happened, fast food, takeout, and delivery was introduced. The portions of her three square meals and dessert grew in size, just like her. By the time her ankle healed, she was 40 pounds bigger than when she sprained it. She went back to audition and was  deemed “too big” by the casting directors of the three shows she tried out for. If she was being honest, she had lost a decent amount of flexibility - splits that had taken no effort were now impossible. She could barely lift legs to her waist. She had thought that was her wake up call, her sign to get back into the swing of things before her injury, so she had tried to lose some weight. She found herself out of breath during her workouts almost immediately, but she stayed strong and finished them. However, burning all those calories made her ravenous, and her old dancer diet could not fill her. She ate the right portions, she ate the right things, but her stomach growled no matter how many vegetables and lean proteins she ate...Eventually those servings increased, but still, she’d feel hunger. Her cravings for grease, cheese, carbs, and sweets didn’t relent, so eventually her willpower caved. She had only lasted a week before she had eaten an entire pizza for lunch and a two pound box of bakery cookies as a “snack”. She continued to work out, but her cravings got the best of her and she ended up gaining even more weight.  Depressed that she had gained another twenty pounds in her efforts to lose it,  she ate even more and put on even more blubber. No one wanted her to dance anymore, so why bother trying to get fit? And you were right there, getting more and more food, leaving it around the house, making bigger and bigger portions of all the most fattening things, occasionally feeding her when she would ask, but mostly just watching her stuff her face, trying to fill the hole inside. You glanced at her, beached on the sofa. You walked over and grabbed her belly, gave it a jiggle. “How is this my fault, love?” She glared up at you over her swollen belly, pouting, her double chin clearly visible. “You made me eat all that unhealthy stuff when I moved in. It was all we had around. And then there was just more and more of it.” “I didn’t tell you to eat it, or to eat as much as you did. You enjoyed it, so you ate.” “Yeah... but you didn’t stop me either,” she complained. “It’s almost as if you wanted this to happen to me.” You did enjoy seeing her get bigger and lazier, her capacity increase... but you didn’t make this happen. You hated seeing her sad, and the food seemed to make her happy. “Hey... You’re beautiful. What are you talking about? I just want you to be happy.” You sit down next to her and look her dead in the eye.  “How can I be happy when I look like a blimp? How can you think I’m beautiful when I look like this?” She said, motioning towards her body. “I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been, I can’t stop eating because I’m addicted to food, hungry all the time, there’s just so much of it around, it tastes so good... and... I don’t think I can stop... I don’t think I’ll ever dance again if I keep going at this rate.” “Honey, none of that matters to me. I still think you’re incredible and gorgeous no matter what! So what if you’ve put on some weight? If you’re hungry, you should eat. If you want to dance, I’m sure you could get up and move around...” “But it’s not the same! I’m not as flexible! It’s not like I can jump and turn, and move the way I used to...” “But you can still move.” “For how long? I’m already over 360 pounds!” she exclaimed. This caught you off-guard. “Over 360 pounds?” You ask, eyebrows raising. “I got on the scale this morning... The scale I never thought I’d need when I moved in. I’m 367 pounds. 367!” “I had no idea you had... grown that much,” you say, trying to hide how turned on you are. “But you know your worth is not tied to a number on the scale, your size, or your physical ability, right?” She doesn’t answer. “Right?” You repeat. “I just feel like I’m letting you down. I let myself go so badly and even when I tried to get a handle on it, it backfired. I got even bigger.” “You could never let me down, babe. I think you’re perfect no matter what.” You kiss her forehead. “Honestly... I love you.” You grab her belly. “And this is just gravy.” “You like me like this?” She asks, looking you dead in the eye, completely serious, needing to know your answer.  “Yes. Like this. Smaller, bigger, it doesn’t matter because I love you... But I am pretty fond of your body at the moment.” She sits up suddenly, couch groaning with the shift of her weight and looks at you, confusion crossing her face. “You like me fat?” “Yes. But I want you to be happy. If you’d be happier weighing less, I’ll help you get there.” She bites her lip and looks down, thinking. Her belly is in her lap, rising and falling with each breath. Her love handles are emphasized by her too-tight shorts. You want to grab her belly again, but you know now is not the time. Almost as if her belly has gained sentience and can read your mind, it growls, loudly, despite the evidence she’s done nothing but eat all day. At first she is surprised, but then she looks at you shyly... “Y’know... before you mentioned gravy... Maybe some biscuits and gravy for now, and I’ll decide what I want to do later...” You nod and raise yourself from the sofa, brushing her belly along the way. “You got it, babe.” When you’re in the doorway of the kitchen, you hear her call after you, just as shy - “And maybe some chicken wings too?” “Sure thing!” You smile to yourself, knowing that if her hunger has this much influence over her, she’s only gonna blow up more. 

[catgirlforkaeya]

hello, you beautiful human being over there! i love your writing style and the way you write kaeya is ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ idk how to explain it but its chef-kiss in my opinion! keep going :)

is your request still on? if yes, then can i drop mine ▼・ᴥ・▼

➪ in this one, kaeya and reader is not in a relationship yet but they do have feelings for each other. happy-go-lucky reader does have many friends but none of those friends have a close bonding with the reader. so, on reader's birthday, not a single soul remember it is reader's day. they do know, but forgotten. not as a prank or purposely forgot in order to make a suprise party or so, just, literally no one remembered – except our dear navy blue-haired boy obviously :')

kaeya thought reader is having a wonderful birthday with their friends, full of wholesome wishes and celebration but how and what would kaeya do when he finds out by his own that its vice versa? reader doesn't even tell him that it's always been like this for their birthday, because they no longer feel as if their existence has any meaning in teyvat. even with all the efforts put in making friends and make sure those friends feel loved and appreciated, the same flavour just hasn't been returned to the reader.

i guess it is a hurt/comfort ? i hope this is fine, thank you and if you're celebrating chrismast, then here a wish from me in advance "Merry Christmas 🎅🎄 he he he" ☺︎︎

lonely birthday

kaeya x gn!reader

hurt/comfort

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + alcohol consumption + depression + unestablished relationships (you two say ily at the end it’s ok)

a/n: i am so sorry i’m late to this 😭 it’s been a long few weeks and i took a break from writing :,) i hope it’s good enough— it’s not my best work but i hope you like it! i also wish u a very late merry christmas

birthdays were a touchy subject for you. most people always enjoy their birthdays— cake, presents, parties, and feeling loved. your birthdays never had that though. growing up you never had the privilege of being able to enjoy a birthday. you hoped that into your adult life you’d have that joy, but no. you had a bunch of friends and most of them usually remembered and gave you some gifts but it was never extremely enjoyable. there was no party, and no cake.

this year though, there was nothing. no gifts. not even birthday wishes. you thought oh maybe they were just pulling a prank and you’d come home to a big party. when you opened the door to your house you were greeted with silence and darkness, like every year.

so now here you were in the corner of cat’s tail, downing your third glass of whiskey while angrily stabbing at a slice of ham. you usually stayed inside and just distracted yourself with books, alcohol or sleep, but you needed a change of scenery this year. diona had been scolding you for drinking so much tonight, but you just brushed it off. you just needed to drown out all your thoughts and emotions tonight.

you were used to people forgetting your birthday, it was common for a few friends to do so. it was never this much though. why did all of them just suddenly forget? were they mad at you?? they’d been acting fine the day before though. did something come up? no— there was no way that all of them were busy today, at least somebody would have some free time to wish you a happy birthday. hell you even saw some of them today while you were working. there was no way all of them forgot.. right?

contrary to popular belief you weren’t extremely close with your friends. everyone thought you were because of how you acted, but they only saw the tip of the iceberg. they were very good friends yes, you just never told them anything personal. you’d never go to them when you had problems— you’d just bury it down deep inside your brain and forget about it. when they did try to help you you’d just push them away and say that you were fine.

“y’know,” a familiar voice ripped you out of your thoughts. “for somebody who’s supposed to be celebrating their birthday, i don’t see any celebration happening.”

you whipped your head up to find kaeya standing in front of you.

kaeya was probably the person that you were closest to. still not close on a personal level but he knew more about you than the others. you two had met through work. you helped miss lisa in the library. one time when kaeya was in there he asked you for book recommendations, and that started an unexpected friendship. that friendship lead to you having a crush on him.

“um— yeah. i decided to spend the night alone,” you lied as you sat up in your seat. you flashed a weak smile at him.

kaeya could tell something was wrong. when he had first walked in you were slumped over and zoned out which was very unusual for you. your smile was also a lot duller than it usually was. he didn’t want to pry too much initially— or at all.

he pulled up a chair from a nearby table. nodding down at the chair slightly, he asked a small question; “may i?”

you gave a small yes as he sat down. you took a small sip out of your glass, straightening yourself up to make it look like you weren’t an emotional wreck right now.

“i’m a little shocked to see you here,” you rested your chin in your hand, tracing the rim of your glass with the other hand. “you don’t usually come here.”

“i could say the same about you, y/n,” kaeya’s eye met yours. his gaze was soft, periwinkle eye twinkling slightly under the golden light in the tavern.

“it’s a... long story,” your eyes began to drift off for a moment. shaking your head slightly you looked back at the man sitting in front of you. his eye hadn’t left you since he sat down.

“you wanna talk about it?” kaeya cocked his head to the side slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“no— i’m fine,” you gave your second lie of the night.

you were not fine. kaeya and you both knew that you were not okay. he could tell you weren’t by the look in your eyes. they usually had a shimmer to them, but tonight they were glazed over. that might be from the alcohol but they still looked lifeless. also the tone of your voice, it sounded almost robotic.

“mm okay,” kaeya said with a hum. he reached over and took your hand off the glass, gently holding it in his for a few moments. “i’m here if you ever need to pour your heart out though, okay? i’ll listen. it doesn’t matter if it’s something big or something small, i will listen.”

you wanted to cry. you wanted to bury your head into kaeya’s shoulder and sob uncontrollably. you wanted to feel his arms wrap around you while he whispers small reassuring comments that it’ll all be okay. you wanted him to hold you. you wanted to be loved.

you couldn’t though, not right here at least. you’d have to explain everything to him and you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. would he even actually listen? the last time somebody said that to you they lied— would kaeya do the same? it feels like your existence has no meaning anymore, so what would cause kaeya to care?

“t-thank you, kaeya,” your voice started to crack mid-sentence. you tried covering it up with a cough, cursing yourself under your breath. “i’m here if you ever need anything too.”

kaeya gave you a small thank you. there was a pretty long silence between you two. not an awkward one, you just didn’t know what to say. you two just sat there enjoying each other’s company.

“i should probably head home,” you let out an airy sigh, reaching into your pocket to pull out some money.

“may i walk you home?” kaeya asked, standing up and placing some money on the table before you got the chance. you were too tired to argue over the payment so you just let him pay tonight.

“yeah, of course,” you nodded as you stood up. you two headed towards the door together. you could feel a bunch of eyes watching you two. it made the hair stand up on the back of your neck a little.

once you stepped outside you immediately were greeted by the bitter cold. you were stupid enough to forget a jacket when you left your house, so now you were freezing. thankfully your house wasn’t too far away.

halfway through the walk the alcohol started hitting you like a truck. your head was spinning, you couldn’t walk straight, and you could feel a headache forming. kaeya caught you every time you started to fall though. he’d make a stupid remark like “walk much?” or “i’m starting to think you’re falling for me, quite literally.”

it didn’t take long to get to your house. now you were standing on your porch with kaeya, fumbling with your key to unlock the door. you were struggling mostly because your hands were frozen, but also because of the alcohol running through your veins.

“guess i should get going,” kaeya said as you finally got the door unlocked. you both hummed at the heat that instantly poured out. “it was a pleasure seeing you tonight, y/n.”

“wait—“ you put a hand on his shoulder right as he turned to walk away. “—do you want to come in and warm up a little..?”

kaeya immediately turned around and looked down at you. he wasn’t expecting that question, but he was glad you asked. he felt awful leaving you right now. the state you were in concerned him dearly.

“sure! it is quite chilly,” kaeya didn’t want to tell you that he wasn’t actually cold. his cryo vision made him less vulnerable to the cold.

you two stepped into the house. kaeya shrugged off his jacket as you walked over to the fireplace and added a few more logs to it. you heard footsteps behind you, just kinda walking aimlessly.

“i just remembered, i think i have a book for you in my room,” you turned to face kaeya. he was looking around your living room. “cmon.”

you took his hand and lead him up the steps, down the hallway and into your bedroom. it was dark except for the moonlight that was shining in. that provided enough light though. you staggered over to your desk and grabbed the book you had recently bought for kaeya.

“here,” you handed it to him. he took it, running his fingers over the cover and read the title. you saw a small smile form on his face.

“i’ve been dying to read it,” he looked up at you and gave a wide grin. “i also have something for you.”

kaeya reached into his pocket, pulling out a small wooden box. he handed it to you. taking it with slightly shaky hands, you opened it. inside sat a small ring with a royal blue gem on it. a small note was inside that read “happy birthday y/n!! -k :)”

you completely froze, staring down at the gift in amazement. somebody actually remembered. somebody actually cared enough to get you something today. that somebody was kaeya. every year he always managed to get something for you. it didn’t matter if it was something expensive or something cheap, he’d always get you a gift.

“you remembered—“ your voice cracked for the second time tonight. you felt your throat begin to close up, eyes filling with tears.

kaeya set the book down onto the desk it was previous on. he placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “i’d never forget your birthday, hun.”

you completely broke. all of the walls that you had built up for so many years came crumbling down all at once. tears began spilling from your eyes like water overflowing from a pitcher. kaeya’s arms quickly wrapped around you, causing you to break even more. you buried your head into his shoulder and just cried uncontrollably. part of you was internally screaming at yourself to stop being vulnerable but you couldn’t care less anymore. you were at your breaking point.

kaeya guided you to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. your bodies were angled so that you were facing each other. he brought his hands up to your face and cupped your wet cheeks, gently wiping tears away with his thumbs.

“what happened?” his voice was soft— a kind of soft you had never heard before. it wasn’t a calm soft it was a worried and concerned type of soft.

“today was fucking awful,” you leaned into his touch a little, starting to cry even harder. “everyone f-forgot it was my birthday today— except you of course—“

kaeya felt his heart shatter at your words. he’d expected you to be out partying and celebrating, so when he found you alone in the corner of a bar he knew something was definitely wrong. he didn’t expect it to be this bad though.

he had never seen you like this before— now that he was seeing it he fucking hated it. it made him feel pissed because everyone made you feel like shit on your birthday, but it also made him feel awful seeing you cry like this.

he placed a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours afterwards. this wasn’t really how he wished for your first kiss together to go, but at least it made you smile q tiny bit.

“i’m here for you. i know you don’t care for opening up to others but i promise i’ll listen,” his voice was barely above a whisper. your eyes met. his was pretty and shining in the moonlight while yours were bloodshot and filled with tears.

you hesitated for a moment, but you finally started opening up about stuff. how shitty you felt, how angry and enraged you were, how alone you felt lately, why you kept your emotions so hidden, your struggles with depression and mental health. there was some stuff you left out— like how you spent all of your birthdays alone. you didn’t have the gut to mention that yet. you tried to avoid the topic of past birthdays the best you could.

just like he promised, kaeya sat and listened the whole time. he didn’t interrupt once. he’d occasionally whisper “it’s okay” or “shh i’m here” if you started crying too hard. sometime during your venting he laid back onto the bed and pulled you with him. you two laid next to each other, both of kaeya’s arms around you while you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

talking about all of this felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off of you. it felt so good knowing that there was actually somebody out there that you could trust with this stuff. part of you was still screaming stop but you were far too gone. the only thing that you cared about was kaeya right now.

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hours passed. kaeya had no idea what time it was— all he knew was that it was late. you’d finally stopped crying around 30 minutes ago. now you two were laying in silence. kaeya had no idea if you were asleep but the way you hadn’t made a sound he assumed you were. you’d cried your eyes out for hours, cried until there was not a single tear left.

kaeya knew that he should probably head home. it pained him having to leave. he really didn’t want to stay the night without your permission and he didn’t want to wake you up to ask. you’d finally settled down and it’d make him feel awful to disturb you. he knew the only way to leave was to leave a note explaining everything sneak out.

he was slow and quiet about everything. slowly pushed you off of him, slowly took his arms off of you, slowly sat up in bed, quietly reached for a pen and paper.

right as he was about to get out of bed, he felt an arm wrap around him.

“stay the night,” you mumbled, resting your face against his waist. “please.”

kaeya shifted so that he could look at you. seeing the way you looked broke his heart. your eyes and lips were puffy and red from crying so much, your cheeks stained with tears. your eyes were completely bloodshot— you looked like hell.

he couldn’t say no to you— he really didn’t want to leave at all in the first place.

“okay,” he said quietly, slipping back under the covers. “can i at least take my shirt off? that’s how i sleep but i do not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

you nodded, then watching him take his shirt off. you were too exhausted to admire him right now but you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

within second kaeya next to you again, laying on his side facing you. you immediately nuzzled your head against his bare chest. kaeya chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing you closer to him.

“i love you,’ you mumbled into his chest.

kaeya smiled and brought a hand up to your head, running his fingers through your hair. “i love you more, now get some rest sweetheart.”

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[skinnyducky]

lullaby (pt. 2 to cherry) // v.h.

This part went through so many changes. Originally, they weren't getting back together but I ultimately decided for Y/n to take Vinnie back because I'm a sucker for happy endings and second chances. Kinda came out longer than I wanted it too, but meh. This part is heavily inspired by the song "Lullaby" by Mariah Carey. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

link to part 1

Word Count: 2219, unedited

WARNING: language, mentions of partying, alcohol, drugs, and a very fluffy yet cheesy ending.

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It had been a few months since you and Vinnie had bid your goodbyes. Within those months, you were doing great. You had aced your first semester classes, you just moved into your apartment, and you were at the highlight of your life. The only thing you lacked was someone to bask in the happiness with. To say you missed Vinnie was an understatement, but you were too prideful to actually tell yourself that.

You tried dating again, but no one could hold a candle to your Vinnie. Plus, you hadn’t been keeping up with him on social media or anything, so you didn’t know if he had moved on and forgotten you. You didn’t want to reopen old wounds, so you refrained from contacting him.

But little did you know, not a day went by that Vinnie didn’t think about you. He constantly thought about what he did, beating himself up for even having the thought of another girl while he was with you. But he didn’t know what to do. Your relationship was dying, and none of you bothered to even talk about it. So, to him, he thought there was nothing that he could do…thus causing him to do what he did. Thankfully, he didn’t go too far with the girl, but still…he knew what he did was terrible.

Dating for him was pretty much impossible. Much similar to your situation, there was no one who could fill your shoes. The way you danced around in his head during the day and ruled his dreams at night…no one could do that for him. You were one of a kind, and with as many offers he got, he was torn that none of them were from you. He was a funk…a really bad one.

His friends and housemates took notice of this and being the best friends they were, they decided to drag him out of the house and to a party at Triller Compound because that’s what every heartbroken friend needed when they’re down. To be surrounded by booze, loud music, and sweaty people…oh yeah, that’s what he definitely needed right at this moment.

“C’mon, at least smile a little bit.” Alex said, looking back the upset boy through the rearview mirror.

“Smile about what? Going to some party that I didn’t even want to go to.”

“You seriously need to get over, Y/n.” Thomas sighed, turning to Vinnie from the passenger seat. “What happened between to you two happened for a reason. You just gotta let it go.”

Mia scoffed from beside Vinnie and slapped Thomas on the shoulder. “Thomas, it’s not that easy!”

“I’m just saying, if it were me, I wouldn’t be all upset and everything.”

“So, you’re saying if we broke up…you wouldn’t be sad?” Mia responded sharply, obviously joking.

Thomas nearly choked, looking back at his girlfriend. “I-I’m not saying that. I mean, if…it’s just that…it’s different, okay. He cheated.”

“Did you have to bring that up?” Mia rolled her eyes and turned to Vinnie. “Don’t listen to him, okay. It was your relationship, and sure you messed it up, but…you still can be sad about it. I think.”

Vinnie huffed and stayed silent, no bothering to listen to anyone. He didn’t need people reminding him of his mistakes, that was the whole reason why he was being a downer. He just couldn’t forgive himself. There were no ounce of words or speeches that anyone could give him that would make him feel better. This was just something that he’d have to get over with time.

It was only minutes before they pulled up to the packed mansion and stumbled out of Alex’s car, Vinnie being the last out. He watched as his friends rushed to the house before heading inside. Upon entering the house, scenes of people grinding and drinking came into his sights. The sound of trap music filled his ears as the strong stench of weed brushed across his nose. He sneered before walking to the backyard. He scanned the area for any sober person he knew, hoping to find someone to complain about his situation to.

As he searched, his eyes landed on a familiar head of y/h/c hair. He furrowed his brows, trying to get a better view of the person. “That can’t be who I think it is,” he thought to himself as he moved in closer.

That was when you looked to side, and he caught a glimpse of your profile. His heart nearly stopped beating the minute he saw your face. He breathed hitched in his threat as he tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He never thought he’d see you again, yet here you were…just a few feet away from him. He had forgotten the fact that you two had mutual acquaintances, so it came to no surprise that you’d come to this party.

Vinnie watched as you threw you head back in laughter at something one of your friend’s said. There wasn’t much he could do but stare at you. He didn’t know what to do. It’d be risky to even think you’d want to talk to him, so he refrained from walking up to you. He didn’t want to bring up painful memories. It was a good thing you hadn’t seen him yet.

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“You’re joking!” You smiled. “Come to think of it though, Bryce would be the one to try and drink tequila off your tits.”

Your friend, Y/bff/n snorted, “I know right!? I was like…sir, I am not that kind of a girl. Please have a good night.”

The two of you continued to laugh at her situation before you heard her go silent. You calmed yourself down, looking at her shocked face. Confused, you followed her eyes and turned around to see what had her so shook up. At that moment, your eyes met the very person you had least expected to see tonight…

Vinnie.

He was staring right back at you. The minute he realized you were looking back at him, he nearly freaked out. He attempted to look around, playing as if he hadn’t been eyeing you, but you had already caught him in the act.

“Is that…?”

“Vinnie, yep. That’s him.” You said, placing a hand on your hip. “I wonder what he’s doing here.”

Y/bff/n snickered. “It’s a party, Y/n.”

“I know that, but I honestly didn’t expect him to be here tonight.”

You two watched the boy look around frantically and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. You missed him and judging from the sight in front of you…it seemed as if he did too. But still, you were a bit out of the loop. Who’s to say he hasn’t already moved on. You couldn’t intrude on his happiness, that wouldn’t be fair.

“You should go talk to him.” Y/bff/n said.

You looked at her with your eyebrows raised. “You really think so?”

“It’s obvious he’s still into you, babes. And considering the fact you’ve been looking at him with those goo-goo eyes, I think you’re still into him too.”

“I don’t know, Y/bff/n. I mean…what if he’s seeing someone else.”

“There’s no way. If he’s trying that hard to pretend that he wasn’t just staring at you, he’s still hung up on you. And, even if he is seeing someone, that doesn’t mean you can’t just go and talk to him.”

You shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

“Atta girl. Oh, and on your way back, make sure you grab me one of those little mini cakes. I’ve been craving one since we got here.”

Rolling your eyes at the foolish girl, you proceeded to leave her side and head over to Vinnie. The moment he saw you, he practically froze. You could tell he was nervous; his awkward stance and wide eyes told it all.

Within seconds, you stood before the boy, a slight grin on your face.

“Hey, Vinnie.” You greeted, placing your arms behind your back.

“Y/n, didn’t see you there!” He laughed. “Well, I did see you there but like, I wasn’t watching you or anything…yeah, totally wasn’t watching you.”

Your smile grew wider. “Yeah, sure. So, how’ve you been?”

“Good, uh…definitely good. You?”

“Um, my classes are going well, and I just got a new place…so, can’t complain.”

“That’s dope, Y/n. Glad to hear you’re doing good.”

You nodded, looking down at your feet. “Same to you. I’m sure you’re, y’know…enjoying everything with your girlfriend.”

Vinnie looked at you with a puzzled expression, your statement taking him back a bit. To be honest, he couldn’t be surprised that you thought he’d be taken by now because he thought the same about you. However, at the same time, with the way he was acting right now, he was shocked you didn’t realize he was still head-over-heels for you.

“I don’t, um…I’m not seeing anyone.”

You grinned to yourself, trying to keep your cool as you tilted your head at him. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d be with someone.”

“It’s fine. I definitely get it. To be honest, I thought you’d be here with someone.”

“Technically, I am.” You replied.

It was at that moment Vinnie felt his heart explode and despair run through his system. He weakly put on a happy face, shooting you a thumbs up.

“That’s g-great.”

“Yeah, Y/bff/n just was dying to come with me. She’s been begging to go to one of these parties, so I thought why not?”

“Oh,” Vinnie breathed, feeling his heart piece itself back together. “So, you’re not seeing anyone?”

You shook your head. “Not right now. I’ve been on a few dates and stuff, but no one has ever made me feel like y-”

You stopped yourself, locking your lips together to keep that last word from leaving your mouth. You didn’t know why, but something in you didn’t want you sharing your feelings with Vinnie. Maybe it was the small ounce of hurt that clung to your heart like a child from Vinnie’s infidelity. Or maybe it was the slight fear that he may not want to get back together. There were so many thoughts in your head, all speaking at once. It was so loud, that you didn’t even catch what Vinnie had said to you.

“…and-…Y/n? You listening?” He tapped you gently, bringing you out of your head.

“Sorry about that. I was in my head for a moment. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying that I’m sorry for what I did. I was just so confused on where we stood in our relationship, not saying that it justifies my actions, but instead of coming to talk to you, I went and…well, did what I did. Believe me, I never meant to hurt you, and I totally understand if you don’t forgive me.”

You sighed, “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t know where our relationship was headed either. Honestly, I was planning to break up with you that night.”

“And I ended up giving you even more of a reason to do so.”

You both laughed before meeting each other’s eyes.

“I wish we had talked about it, y’know? Communicated and all of that suff. It would’ve saved us both a heap of heartache.” You continued. “I can’t lie, even though life has been good, it sucks not being able to share it with you.”

Vinnie smirked, taking your hands in his. “Y/n, ever since we broke up…I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. I hadn’t streamed, I barely left the house…I couldn’t do anything. I just didn’t know how to function without you. You have such a hold over me…I didn’t know how to get over you.”

“I guess this whole goodbye thing really wasn’t a good idea after all.”

“No, I think it was. I think it happened for a reason. That reason being, so we can fall in love all over again.”

At this point, you were a smiling mess and there was nothing you could do to hide it. Vinnie wasn’t any better, you could tell he was in pain by the way he hadn’t stopped showing his pearly whites. It clear to both of you now that you two were still in love, if not more than before.

“That’s so sweet, Vin.” You said. “But also, cheesy. You were always the sappy one in the relationship.”

“As if, Miss Hopeless Romantic. I’m not the one who freaks out over Valentine’s Day.”

“Mmhm, sure you don’t.”

The two of you stood there for minute in silence, your hands entangled, and your gazes planted on each other. It felt good, and it was almost as if all that hurt…that fear…it was completely gone and now replaced with passion and security.

“Y/n, I know you probably have some resentment towards me, but I love you too much to care. So, if you’re willing and there’s enough forgiveness in your heart…I wanna restart, right from the beginning.”

Without much thought or hesitation, you said, “We can restart. For sure.”

“Well, in that case…Hi, I’m Vinnie.”

You smiled as the feeling of love washed over you. To say you were happy was an understatement, you were in paradise. Life was great, and now you had your boy back to share it with.

“Nice to meet you, Vinnie. I’m Y/n.”

[enhyupn]

enhypen’s reaction to when their s/o is clingy because they’re jealous! <3

requested by anon

pairing: ot7!enhypen x gn!reader

fluff, established relationship!au, warnings: slight swearing, jealousy, word count: 1.4k

a/n i hope this is up to ur standards anon i’m so sorry this took a little while 😩😩 also i feel like it’s kinda repetitive throughout the members im so sorry also i made the ni-ki part a little longer for you @rheyom

ʚ heeseung

the two of you are in a practice room and someone comes up to the two of you

they talk to heeseung for so long and ask him if he could help them with a dance move

at the same they’re sending you literal Daggers while fluttering their eyes at him

you didn’t really think much about it because he was just helping someone out... right?

wrong. they were so obviously flirting with him that you just felt like a third wheel

WITH YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND!!!

out of instinct you wrap your arms around his torso

he would probably be really flustered at first and ask you what you were doing

he’d stare at you for a while before everything processed in his head

“why are you— oh.”

he would tease about it non stop for a while

he’d ask you why you were doing it just so you can tell him you were jealous

“what was it again? i don’t think i heard it the first time” “shut up.”

you would end up regretting getting jealous but it’s okay because heeseung thinks it’s cute

after that moment, he asks you if you’re jealous every time he teaches people dance moves because he wants you to hug him again

“are you jeal—” “no, you did a good job teaching sunghoon that move”

ʚ jay

you two are at some really popular café

you’re literally just sipping your expensive iced tea jay eagerly bought for you when someone comes up to the two of you and asks jay for his number

you would of been fine with it if they had just simply walked off after jay told them that the two of you were actually dating

but they were being very persistent about the whole thing

jay tried to keep politely declining

you sort of had enough at their stubbornness so you decided to move your seat closer to him

before you knew it your head was on his shoulder, clinging onto his arm

within all of this, the person had already left

probably because it was kinda awkward watching you cling onto him as they tried to get his number

when he finally realised the situation he was really cocky about it

like heeseung i think he’d really tease you over it for a bit

but he would then feel really bad about it

he’d probably stop and remind you that you’re the only person for him

and would try and make it up to you

“they don’t mean anything to me” “i know—” “i only think of you i promise!”

he’d try and order you more food out of guilt

you two finally agree to sharing a drink with two straws instead of ordering the whole dessert menu

ʚ jake

the two of you are at a dog park walking layla around at jake’s request

it’s fun and calm... y’know the usual

well all until someone with a similar looking dog comes up to you two and starts blatantly flirting with jake!!!

jake obviously tells them he’s uncomfortable but they don’t budge at all

“sorry but we’re dating” “oh! but you’re so cute... and they’re...”

your eye literally starts twitching

everything went blank and now your chin’s on jake’s shoulder and your arms are affectionately wrapped around his waist

it’s kinda awkward for the other person so they just... Leave

jake probably would laugh his head off because he just can’t believe the situation

would ask you over and over again if you were jealous

“are you jealous?” “yes. i am. how many times do i have to tell you this?”

he finds it really cute though because he likes it when you’re clingy

i feel like he likes it a lot because it reassures him that you really like him <3

ʚ sunghoon

the two of you are walking around and it’s probably like the evening

you’re just distracted by all the bright lamp posts that you didn’t even realise he was stopped by someone

it was an old friend that looked... close to sunghoon

maybe it was the way they lightly touched sunghoon’s arm

or maybe it was the fact they were getting very close to sunghoon... almost touching each other’s hands

you didn’t know but you definitely were bothered by it

you thought hey, maybe i’ll try and get his attention!

so you tap his shoulders lightly with your finger anddd... no response.

you try and grab his hand... still all attention on his old friend

that’s when you took his arm and placed it around your shoulders!

finally... you got his attention (as well as a huge smile on his face)

“what are you doing?” “i don’t know.”

he teases you playfully and it looks so sickly sweet that his friend just walks off

you two might of kissed a few times as you continued walking down the street

ʚ sunoo

you two are simply just spending time with the rest of enhypen

you and sunoo end up conversating with ni-ki about shoes

sunoo is so deeply immersed in talking to ni-ki while you just sit there listening

you would of been fine (this always seems to happen anyways) but the fact every time you had tried to add something in you were ignored

by your own boyfriend!!!

his whole focus was on ni-ki and you weren’t exactly happy about it

“sunoo they’re—” “ni-ki what about these?”

that was the last straw.

you decide to scoot closer towards him

clinging onto his arm with your cheek slightly rubbing on his shoulder

it got his attention for sure and ni-ki’s too

he just sort of laughed and poked your cheek in endearment

you pout and hide your face in his arms because... you were kinda embarrassed

he finds it so endearing that he just pats your head blissfully

ni-ki’s just sitting beside you two, still talking to sunoo as he watches the two of you flirt

i mean it’s awkward but he doesn’t really care cause he’s happy you didn’t end up fighting

and also the fact you two are cute and he’s jealous

ʚ jungwon

you’re on a picnic with jungwon because you saw those picnic tiktoks and also wanted to eat cake and strawberries in the wind

you felt like it was worth shivering in the wind for a few pictures on instagram </3

it was fun until someone with their phone held out came up to jungwon

you didn’t know what was going on until you saw their phone was opened on the phone app

jungwon (being straightforward) pointed over to you and told them you two were dating

they just scoffed and told him that the number was for their friend

you’re very confused but also A Little Mad

because why wouldn’t they leave after his first reply???

jungwon Straight up says no and they FINALLY!!!! leave

but you’re still bothered by it because they sent you a glare

like of course you were jealous!!!!!! you (secretly) wanted jungwon all to yourself

you just pout and scoot over to him and give him a back hug

he’s just confused because he thinks you already know that he has eyes for only you???

you do but you’re still jealous

he just keeps reassuring you and tries to feed you strawberries himself

he doesn’t tease you because he understands why you would be upset and jealous about that </3

he tells you that the next time that happens he’ll just leave

ʚ ni-ki

the two of you are at the library reading random children’s books to keep you two entertained

you’re in the middle of laughing at a badly illustrated children’s book when someone comes up to you two

it’s his classmate that is staring a little too intensely at ni-ki

you sit in silence as you watch them force conversation on ni-ki

you were about to save him when all of a sudden they sat down beside him

and they were basically clinging onto him!! like their hands on his shoulder

before you knew it your eyebrow was raised and you stood up from your seat

you sat down in the middle of them, making sure there was distance among them

you them bring your hand to ni-ki’s to hold it as you stared at his classmate

ni-ki just stares at you with his mouth open while you lay your head on his shoulders

he’s a little shocked that you did that but he doesn’t hate it

honestly he just wants to coo at you for being jealous

he tries to make up for his classmate interrupting the two of you by bringing you more children’s books

he silently wishes to himself that you would be a little more clingy when you’re jealous

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Sinclair Brothers Au X Reader (F)

Highschool Au with the Sinclair Brothers. Fluff and Angst. Bo mentions sexual stuff but in a joking manner.

They have a crush on you while you're dating someone else.

SFW, Fluff, and Angst.

Bo Sinclair - Female Reader dating Lester

He hated this. His stinky, stupid little brother just had to bring his girlfriend over. You’re supposed to be his girlfriend. You just never got the memo.

Lester had the biggest smile on his face as you and him sat next to each other at the dinner table. Vincent wasn’t paying attention, too engrossed in his gumbo and comic book while Bo sat there shooting daggers at his brother. Thank god Bo is always in a pissy mood around his family, they thought nothing of his sneer.

Bo watched with fury whenever he caught Lester leaning in close to you. His brown eyes look at you with adoration. Could tell when Lester ran his hand up and down your thigh, thinking he was being slick. Amateur.

“Y’know, Y/N, ever since you’ve started dating Les, he’s been showering. See Trudy, told ya it’d take a girlfriend to get him to act human.” Lester went bright red and looked down in embarrassment.

“Victor! What you mean is it’s nice to see Lester so happy he’s just showing us all just how happy.” Trudy knew what Victor said was right, just it broke her heart to see Lester’s face fall at his words.

“Let’s hope it lasts,” Victor mumbled.

“It won’t,” replied Bo.

“Beauregard! Can you not?” Trudy fumed. Bo stood up from the table not wanting to be a part of the awkward tension that was dinner. He stole a glance at you as he walked away. He swore he saw it, that look. The look of “Please don’t leave.”

He lied in bed, not wanting to listen to your laughter downstairs, Lester singing your praises, how you both planned on going out Friday night for another date. Fuck.

That night it was Vincent who went to Check up on Bo. Your Twin will just know when something is off.

“She looked at me, y’know. I could read her eyes. She didn’t want me away from her.” Bo said with a smug knowing tone. Vincent shook his head and signed,

“She probably felt bad, felt awkward, it was her first time here.”

“Ya, well, let’s hope it’s her last.”

Vincent turned towards the door. He slumped his shoulders. Bo took in what Vincent was staring at. His stupid stinky little brother. Lester’s eyes, usually so vibrant, were downcast, a little glossy even.

“...Just because you hate her, Bo…” Lester couldn’t finish before he walked away from his older brothers, cursing himself for not sticking up for you.

Vincent gave Bo a knowing look and left.

Bo stewed on his bed, remembering when he first fell for you. Mrs. Power had partnered you up in science class. Bo wasn’t the best partner, he never did the work but he sure could make you laugh. When you first laughed at one of his jokes, be it from genuine humor or just being nice, Bo fell in love.

Then why didn’t he ask you out? Why did he have to date those other girls instead of you? Would be an ass to you in front of his friends but sweet on ya when it was just you and him. Why did Lester have to bug him at his lockers? Lester had immediately taken a shine to you right then and there. Why did you have to fall for his stupid stinky little brother, the one who used axe body spray like a shower? The weird one who collected roadkill and was friends with the employees at the dump.

How in the hell could his brother think he hated you. You. Warm, funny, kind you.

Bo doesn’t hate you. He wishes he did...

Lester Sinclair - Female Reader dating Metalhead Vincent

Lester made his way to Bo’s truck. Dodging past his peers and moving cars, Bo always parked the furthest away in the student parking lot. He wanted his car right at the exit so he could get the hell out of school asap.

“Hey, Bo!”

“Hey, Rat boy.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.”

“What? You are our Rat boy.” Lester hated his brother. But he was Lester’s ride home so he never pushed a disagreement too far.

The two stood in awkward silence just waiting. Bo broke the silence with a huff. “The Freak is probably three deep in her right now.” Normally Lester would laugh at such a crude remark but it involved you. He didn’t want to treat you as some faceless girl the guys joked about being ‘loose’

“That freak better hurry up, he has a doctor’s app in an hour. And Dad likes it when a patient gets there early. Crotchety old man…”

Lester just stood there, remembering the last skin graft surgery and how the skin didn’t take to Vincent at all. Vincent tried his best to hide the pain, the physical and mental, but late one night he could hear his brother sobbing a room away.

“You know since he started dating, Y/N, he’s been less nervous about these appointments. Fine by me, I can’t stand when his ass gets all moppy.”

Lester knew what Bo meant. Bo got just as nervous as Vincent and vice versa. It was some weird twin thing they shared.

“There’s the fucker!” Bo pointed you and Vincent out. Lester had seen you and Vincent countless times together and every time he saw you both it felt like the first time all over again. That twist in his gut and pain in his throat. He remembers the first time he saw you with Vincent. You were acting all shy around Vincent’s metalhead buddies. They kept patting Vincent on the back,

“Good job, man!”

“Didn’t think you’d get a cute one.”

“Hey, Y/N, got any friends?”

Vincent wore his wax facial prosthetic covering most of his face but Lester knew that his brother was as red as a tomato.

Lester remembers meeting you in geography class. In the same group tasked to map out the local park. You and Lester buddied up, mapping the wooded trail. “Oh, Lester look, frog bones!” You quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed at pointing out something so weird but Lester fell in love. A girl into vulture culture? Perfect. You and Lester looked around for more bones, finding none. You handed him the frog skull. “Here, a memento of this weird day.” You smiled as you said it, Lester knowing you wanted to say more but fear of sounding sappy took over you.

Lester should have known it was the beginning of the end of the night you stopped by to drop off his assignments after he had been sick with mono. Instead of Lester at the door greeting you, it was his long hair, covered in judas priest-like stud bracelets and, Metallica shirt-wearing brother.

“Hi, Vincent! Huh, these are for Lester, do you mind giving these to him?” Lester wanted to scream out to you but with his groggy state wouldn’t allow it. He had no idea what Vincent was attempting to say to you, Vincent could speak but it was horse and quiet. Lester fell back asleep, your laughter from downstairs should have been soothing, should have made him feel better, but knowing it was because of Vincent…

You and Vincent were hand in hand making your way to Bo’s truck. Bo wore a straight face while Lester hid his disdain. “Hey, Lester!” You shouted with a smile! Damn it, Lester tried to hide his blush, he turned his head around to make sure you didn't catch it.

“Y/N, wanna ride home? If so, hurry up, Candle Head has an appointment.”

Vincent flipped Bo off and helped you into the truck. You snuggled together in the back seat of the car, Vincent nuzzling into your hair and murmuring sweet nothings.

Bo gave Lester a look, smirking at Lester’s scowling.

Vincent grumbled as Bo pulled up to your place. He tapped Bo on the shoulder and Bo nodded, understanding his brother without words.

Vincent walked you to your door, his large hand holding yours. You kept looking up to Vincent, smiling and giggling.

“Les, you can stop scowling.” Said Bo.

Lester grumbled.

“If it helps you, do it for now. Just learn to get over it. Vincent has never been happier. When Candle Head is happy, I feel it. When he’s sad, I feel it. So just let Vincent have this. Besides, you chickened out on asking her.”

Lester ignored his brother and watched you and Vincent. “Oh shit, haha, Hey Candle Head! Nice one!” Bo shouted out the window to his brother, making Lester’s ear ring in the process.

Lester watched as Vincent removed some of his wax prosthetic and gave you a deep kiss. His stomach churned, his heart stopped, his head felt full and his left ear was still ringing.

Bo was right. Lester had chickened out. He had so many opportunities to ask you out but his insecurities got the best of him. He couldn’t be too mad, Vincent was happy for the first time in years. He’d learn to be happy for his brother, but not happy at losing out on you.

Vincent Sinclair - Female Reader dating Bo.

“Hey, Vin, want some? Vin?” Vincent stared intently, eye not leaving you. Lester spoke up “Hey, Candle Head?” Vincent whipped his head at his little brother, he had his prosthetic on but Lester knew he was scowling. “Hey, got yer attention. Want some of this?” Lester shoved a funnel cake in his brother's face. Before Vincent could react “Well, too bad, you’ll have to get yer own.”

God, Vincent hated his brother sometimes. Speaking of brothers. Bo had you under his arm, shouting over your head to one of his friends “Ya, see you later, no, much later, I’ll be busy!” He leaned down to kiss your cheek “Busy with you, Dollface.” Vincent loved your laughter, just hated when it was Bo who made you laugh.

“Hey, Candle Head, gotta fiver?”

“Bo, don’t call him that, it's mean.”

“It’s a family thing, Candle Head don't mind, right?”

“Stop it, Bo!”

Bo scoffed at you and sneered at Vincent. “I’m gonna bum us some food.” He said to you as he kissed you on the forehead. Bo slammed his shoulder into his brother as he walked by. Vincent stood firm, his wider frame feeling nothing against his brother.

Walking up to Vinny you placed your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for him. I know he’s your twin but he still doesn’t have to be that mean.” Vincent shrugged his shoulders, hands deep in his pockets. He fought the strong urge to pull you into him, hold your head into his chest and never let you go. He hated himself for being so sappy over you but he really couldn’t help it.

Vincent remembered when he first met you, the school library after class time. He was looking for an art history book. He saw you in the same aisle, grabbing scanning for what he remembers was ‘a book about frogs’ It was for your science class. Vincent walked over to you, did his best to speak, and ask what you needed. You excitedly told him, which shocked him. Mostly because, even though he talks to girls, they are never happy to talk to him. You rambled on and on to him, how annoyed you were at your stupid science partner, Bo. Vincent laughed, explaining to you that was his stupid brother.

“I feel like an ass. Sorry.” You sighed and hid your face behind your hands. Vincent assured you that it was okay and Bo is an asshole. If Bo was an asshole, why did you have to start dating him?

He remembers when Bo snapped at you in the hallway, the embarrassment was all over your face. Remembers when Bo stood you up on a date. You came into school the next day cussing out Bo. He called you a bitch and from that moment on he found a new sense of hatred for his twin.

“Hey, Candle Head, get yer own girlfriend, Babe, get over here.” Vincent gave you a sad look as you returned one to him. You ran into Bo’s arms and he spun you around, careful not to drop the red snow cone in his hand. “See, Babe, Red, so we both can enjoy it.” You giggled sweetly at him, he held it up to you, pushing it into your nose.

“Bo!” You scolded but laughed as he kissed the red juice off the tip of your nose.

Vincent’s feet felt like lead. He wanted nothing more than to walk away and not look at the gut-wrenching scene, but seeing you bashful and just got to Vincent. He’d give anything to have that be you and him. Give anything to go back to the day he met you and ask you out himself.

“Come on, Candle Head, we need one more person for the strawberry twirly ride thing,” Bo called out, gesturing for Vincent to follow. You turned to Vincent and grinned at him.

���Come on, Vinny!” For you, Vincent would follow. No matter how much it hurts.

[milkiane]

radio silence

pairings: fred weasley x fem!reader

warnings: character death, panic attacks, grief, mental breakdowns, tell me if i missed anything.

word count: 1676

note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST for @love-peachh’s writing challenge

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!”

beep. beep. beep.

a long excruciating silence was the only thing surrounding your dark and gloomy room after that. you sighed, turning the dials to give it another call.

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!"

it doesn’t make any sense. nothing makes sense.

you should really change your answering machine, because it doesn’t make any sense anymore. it’s not fred and y/n weasley’s fellytone anymore. it’s just y/n weasley’s telephone now.

but it’s the only way you could hear his voice again.

you sniffed. click, click, click.

“hello there! you’ve reached fred and y/n weasley’s fellyto--”

“fred, it’s called a telephone,”

“--fellytone. unfortunately, we can’t come to the phone right now, so leave us a message after the beep!”

it’s been five months. five months without fred. five months without the light of your life.

it’s ridiculous, honestly. how you still haven’t moved on from what had happened.

fred always told you how he admired you for being strong. you knew that he would be disappointed if he was watching you right now, how the love of his life is nothing but a tiny ball of misery.

so you took a bath and cleaned yourself up, making sure to spray an extra amount of perfume that fred loves. loved.

you shook your head, walking towards your mirror. you plastered on a smile. because today is a brand new day, you aren’t going to walk around with your head down. you aren’t going to feel so blue today. for him.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

it faltered away. clenching your jaw, you stared into your reflection.

how can you be such a selfish person? how can you still manage to smile when you’re alive and fred is not?

you took a shaky breath, placing a hand on the mirror. you touched it ever so lightly, letting your fingertips caress the cold surface before smashing the glass. you broke down, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you sobbed on the heap of the floors, shards of glass prickling your skin.

i’m sorry, freddie, maybe next time.

you brought the cups with you when you made your way towards the living room. one was a cup of coffee with the right amount of milk, and the other one was a cup of tea with a spoonful of honey and a cube of sugar.

you placed the cup of tea on the table’s coaster, making yourself comfortable on your couch.

you took a sip of your coffee, watching the steam of the unattended cup of tea slowly rise. looking around your silent house, your eyes stopped on the muggle radio fred had bought the time you went on a date in muggle london.

you set down your warm drink down on the coffee table. slowly dragging yourself towards the device. you held it in your hands, trying to turn it on as you sat back on the couch.

“and we'll build this love from the ground up,

for worse or for better,

and I will be all you need,”

you gasped, tears welling in your eyes the moment the music enveloped you. your hands shakily tried to turn off the radio.

of all the songs that could play, they chose to play your song. the song you and fred would always slow dance to.

when your trembling fiddles did nothing to stop the noise, you whimpered, dropping it on the carpeted floor. your hands immediately finding home by covering your ears, whispering a chorus of no’s and stop’s to yourself.

and as if sensing that you were in distress, george apparated in with a pop, inviting himself in for his usual visit.

he ran towards you immediately, trying to figure out what was triggering your attacks. you were already doing so well. you haven’t had any attacks or meltdowns for a few weeks now.

“what’s wrong, y/n?” george asked softly, pulling you into a hug.

“turn it off,” you whispered, “please turn it off.”

george looked around, his gaze falling onto the radio. truthfully, he didn’t know how it worked. it wasn’t like the old one his dad owned, so he just twisted and turned every button there is, consequently making the music grow louder than before.

you cried, frustration and anguish taking over you as you snatched it off his hands and threw it against the wall.

realizing what you did, you sobbed, rushing over the broken pieces, “no, no, i’m sorry,” you looked at the frozen man in your living room, “fix it george, please,”

snapping out of his state, he walked towards you, trying to remember the simple spell to repair the broken apparatus, “i-”

“george, please, i’m sorry,” you continued to weep beside him, tears still falling down stubbornly no matter how many times you’ve tried to wipe them away.

he sighed in exasperation, “give me a moment, y/n,”

once he remembered what the spell was, he immediately placed the radio away. george looked at you in sadness, fishing out the emergency draught.

“no, george,” you shook your head, retreating backward until your back was against the wall, “no, we don’t- i don’t need that anymore,”

george’s heart broke as he watched you gasp out for air, tears relentlessly falling down your cheeks, “shh, please don’t cry, y/n,”

he immediately tackled you on the floor, wrapping an arm around you to prevent you from thrashing around as he forced the draught down your throat.

george waited a few moments for you to calm down and let the potion do its work. he thought you were okay now, you were doing so well.

he sighed, carrying your body towards your bedroom.

george was seated on the sofa near your bed. fred thought it was necessary for the room, though it hasn’t really been used until now. he was reading one of your books when you woke up.

“it’s our anniversary today,” you murmured, your voice raspy from your breakdown and from just waking up. george looked at you, but your eyes were focused on the calendar affixed on the wall.

NOVEMBER 20th.

george stayed quiet, so you continued to speak, your words still being slurred from the effects of the potion, “i wish i could fix my calendar, y’know? because there’s no more freddie, meaning there’s no more anniversary.”

he sat beside you on the bed, letting you sob on his shoulder, offering silent company.

“i’m so exhausted, george,” you cried, clutching his sweater, “i can’t keep playing pretend. i can’t- i can’t,”

“shh, it’s alright,” truthfully, george doesn’t know what else to do, he doesn’t know what else to say, not when he’s going through the same pain you’re feeling.

“he’s always in my mind. i can see him everywhere. everything reminds me of him, and how it used to be and it hurts,” you cried, “it hurts and i just want the pain to stop, just make it stop, georgie,”

george was crying by now, his body shaking as he held yours, “i wish i could, y/n, i really do,”

when you were certain that george was already sleeping somewhat peacefully in the guest room, you sneaked out of your own with your blanket wrapped around you.

you turned the lamp on once you’ve reached the living room. sitting down, you composed yourself, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t cry again, for him.

with a last shaky breath, you grabbed the radio. you turned it on and gently lowered the volume.

settling it down on the mahogany coffee table, you steadied yourself on the couch, letting the smooth melody coming out from the device shroud you.

the lyrics of the familiar song going from one ear and out the other, tears yet again blurring your vision.

you and fred have been stuck in your kitchen, trying to bake a cake for molly. your flour-covered fingers tracing through each word of the recipe book, “hey fred, can you grab the-- ergh,”

fred laughed as he smeared the frosting on your nose.

you scoffed, dipping a finger in and smearing it from his nose down his lips. you smiled up at him, stepping onto your tiptoes as you gave his frosted lips a peck.

the both of you smiled through the kiss, “i guess the frosting is perfect now, no?”

“when we have a child, can we name them after constellations?” fred asked, still running his hand through your hair, “or at least their second name will be named after a constellation?”

you smiled, “of course, freddie,”

“after the war, we’ll start our own family,” he beamed, “i mean, we’ve got the house already. all we need now is our ginger babies.”

“are you sure they’ll be gingers?” you laughed, turning to look at your husband.

“us, weasleys, we’ve got the strongest genes, ‘course they’ll be gingers.” he boasted, flexing his arms to prove his point.

“we’re going to make it out here together, alright?” fred whispered, his forehead on yours, “we’ve got a whole new future out there waiting for us,”

“i love you, freddie,” you mumbled, pulling him into a kiss.

“i love you, too, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead before pulling away, “i’ll see you later,”

click, click, click.

radio silence. you sniffed, carefully setting down the device.

radio silence. the only deafening noise you could hear after turning off the radio.

radio silence. the only deafening noise you could hear in the house which was once filled with love and laughter.

radio silence. the only thing you’ve faced after losing the love of your life.

radio silence. because fred weasley brought all your happiness and lightheartedness with him when he… radio silence.

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Dream SMP Recap (February 24/2021) - “Mine-opoly”

Ponk and Sam have a date, Phil and Ranboo get into some heated bargaining with Sam for a get out of jail free card, and Tubbo and Ranboo get the idea to start a rival hotel across the street from Tommy’s: 

The beginnings of Bee ‘n’ Boo!

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Tubbo

Philza

Skeppy

Awesamdude

Hannah Rose

Captain Puffy

Ranboo

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- Ponk wants to make progress on the Oogway Shrine.

- After a dono asks about it, he says that he’s known Bad and Ant for a long time, and they would never sacrifice him to the Egg! So he decides that he is pro-Egg and not pro-Omelette.

- Ponk walks out onto the class over L’manhole and does a little bit of improvised lore, giving a speech:

Ponk: “Civilization...is just a brutal cycle of destruction and corruption, chat. You see, the only man who could run a civilization, died fighting for a civilization that he took under his wing. I’m sure he didn’t want to, chat, I’m sure he didn’t want to, y’know? But he did...and he lays rest over there.”

(He gestures to Schlatt’s Grave)

“Chat, that’s not the point. Think about this, chat, think about this...what happens after the Egg, huh? ...Sure, the Egg could be a common enemy. Or, a common friend. But when it’s gone, for...things never stay the same, things aren’t always the same forever, chat. Nothing lasts forever, okay? Out of corruption, friendship, you know what is born? ...New civilizations. And you know what happens in civilizations? Conflict, chat.” 

“What is going on, huh? The cycle will repeat itself. I’m sure Dream will get out of prison one day. I’m sure Tommy might not do something, who knows, chat? ...Maybe, one day, this conflict will get so large...that we’re pushed out of this land, and into a new one.”

- He then goes to continue work on the Oogway Shrine.

- Ponk also talks with Sam for a bit. He asks about whether the Badlands has a citizenship test, or if he could just marry and get a greencard.

- Ponk shows Sam what he’s been working on. 

- Sam and Ponk head to the Egg. Ponk asks if Sam has a hoe on him and says he needs Sam to collect a sample. Sam says he doesn’t want to, throwing Ponk the hoe. Ponk insists that it has to be Sam.

- They walk and talk. Ponk tells that Sam’s two prison guards put Ponk in the obsidian box, that they forgot about him there.

- Ponk and Sam exit the room. Ponk mentions that he took Fran for a walk. They continue to walk around and chat. Sam puts in a bunch of new names in the Prank Wars station.

- Ponk asks, doesn’t it upset Sam what Bad and Ant are doing with the Egg? Sam says he doesn’t love it, but he’ll let them do what they’re doing for now.

- They come back to the heart area and Sam runs to his house to get some things.

- Sam comes back with some pumpkin pie, cakes and a poppy for Ponk. He also brought drinks and the promise fish.

- Sam then gives Ponk his own trident!

- Sam leaves after that. Ponk reminds chat that it’s only the first date, and he has to be more smooth.

- Foolish continues work on HBomb’s savannah mansion.

- Phil works on home renovations.

- Awesamdude asks Phil if he’d take diamonds in return for iron. Phil has 22 iron blocks, but doesn’t need or want diamonds. Sam asks what Phil would want.

- Phil asks for access to the prison or plans, but all these requests are denied. Maybe a get out of jail free card? Sam thinks a bit, but ultimately decides no.

- Ranboo joins and tells Phil he has five stacks of iron blocks. Phil proposes the five stacks for the get out of jail free card. Call it “Mineopoly.” Sam is open to the idea, but wouldn’t have a get out of jail free card for any type of offense, necessarily.

- Ranboo worries about getting nothing out of this and Phil drops the offer to two stacks instead for his sake. Sam is still open to the deal, but worries about what the card would be used for, as Phil likes anarchy and might use it to ask for Dream to be let out.

- Phil says he won’t use it for Dream. Sam says he might have another deal, involving something he’s building that Phil might like to use: a massive creeper farm.

- Phil passes on the offer. He’s got withers. He makes the same offer from before again.

- Ranboo banters with Sam about the sandstone penis. Sam rejects the deal.

- Phil proposes a get out of free card for a non-main cell and a deal for three stacks. Sam says he could do it for five stacks. Phil says no.

- Sam then asks Ranboo. He could build Ranboo a memory machine in exchange for the iron. Ranboo says no, and asks why Sam would think he has the iron. Sam points out that Phil and Ranboo live together.

- Ranboo is insulted at the idea of stealing from Phil. Sam suggests he steal and just not write it down so that he doesn’t feel bad. Ranboo says he’d rather kill Sam than steal from Phil.

- Ranboo and Sam continue sassing each other and it gets a little heated.

Sam: If I’m old Philz is a geezer

Phil: I am wise beyond my years

Phil: Centuries are mere childsplay for me

Phil: I’ve seen many like you fall

Phil: You will not be the last

Sam: What was it like

Sam: Seeing everyone you loved die

Sam: Slowly as time moved on

Phil: Painful

Sam: I feel for you then

Phil: But not as painful as what I inflicted on their enemies

- Wilbur starts doing TTS in Phil’s stream. Oh no.

Sam: Ranboo I have just realized something

Ranboo: Yes

Sam: Ranboo agreed everyone he has ever loved is dead

Sam: Which means he does not love any of you

Sam: Live with that.

Ranboo: I know that

- Phil keeps working on his home renovations and deals with his chat (started by Wilbur, of course) requesting chippy money. 

- Ranboo and Tubbo work on getting the Bane o’ Bees back, but after seeing Tommy’s hotel, Tubbo gets the idea to make a rival hotel across the path.

- Phil’s murderous rampage against rabbits continues.

- Ranboo and Tubbo lay the scaffolding foundations for the hotel, which they decide to call Bee ‘n’ Boo! 

- Skeppy and Badboyhalo continue to work on Big Daddy Island together, working on their tiny little vacation house. 

- Sam does some grinding while watching Mediashares.

- Ranboo later continues to gather resources for the hotel.

- Puffy finds out about Ranboo and Tubbo’s hotel plans and decides she wants to join in with a hotel of her own! But she then decides to change plans to a fast food restaurant instead, laying the foundations for a McPuffy’s on the Prime Path near the two hotels.

- Puffy completes the glass covering over the ruins of L’manburg

- She puts a bunch of furnaces on top of Bad and Skeppy’s house

- She gets rid of the crafting table house and adds the tables to the furnace monstrosity

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Upcoming events remain the same.