#im taking all of them and putting them in a big jar and shaking it and shaking it and shaking it an

[capricioussun]

The reason i say i have like seven different versions of UF on rotation in my brain is because there are several different Styles of UF that i really like and can never really decide on which I'd consider my Main one, on top of also Lore, which i have a few different ideas for, too.

So like, we have the one i talk abt most often probably, which we'll call AngstFell, because. I'll be honest i love angst and i love doing terrible things to characters. This is the one where they have core issues, supply issues, food shortages, LVlost culling, very complicated and sort of miserable relationships between just about all of the characters. No One is having a good time pretty much, but despite everything, there is still hope...

Then there's how i often mentally refer to it as SillyFell, which is basically just like. If everyone in UT decided to try to be mean and was mostly really bad about it. In this one, things are still generally worse, but having LV is still somewhat uncommon, mostly only guards would have it, and people are generally more sad than they are mean/angry.

And then we have what's probably """closest to canon""" as far as my understanding of it goes, where it's sort of somewhere in between the two prior ones, in that there's definitely still silliness, and their UT selves aren't too far removed from them, but it still can get pretty heavy, and problems aren't as surface level as Silly.

Then we have my """fanon"""fell which is essentially something I've done for most AUs, where i try to imagine circumstances that could possibly, believably (by my own standards and interpretations) make the characters behave more in line with fanon portrayals. This one's way more difficult to summarize since the changes are more character specific, but generally, as far as "seriousness" goes, it falls in a similar place as "Canon"Fell.

And then there's Tale to Fell (v.1) which is essentially based around the idea that UF kind of started as UT, but slowly became UF due to Circumstances like core trouble and slightly different events going down with the humans, both during the war, and with what happened to Chara and Asriel. (End results are similar to "Canon"Fell)

But there's also Tale to Fell (v.2) which is based on the premise of UT slowly becoming UF after Frisk has fallen into the underground due to waaay too many resets and gradual code fuckery. (Opposed to v.1, this is actually a concept I've never seen explored before! Not to say it isn't out there somewhere, but i have a rough draft layout of a potential fic abt it that will...probably never happen bc it would take a lot of commitment lol)

So we have those bad boys, but then there's also differences depending on Lore. Like there's one version i think of sometimes where Papyrus is the older brother, or a version where Gaster didn't make Sans and Papyrus but was actually their adoptive uncle, and another with Gaster Papyrus where, as it goes, the incident that "shattered" Gaster created Papyrus, one where Undyne knew the bros as kids briefly, one where Asgore's just Terrible for like, no real reason, like. There are a lot of ways to think about it!!

And that's not even taking into account all of the Fell based story ideas like the psychonauts one, the one where the bros are gb shifters, one where Papyrus is [redacted], one where there's a zombie like plague outbreak that can only affect monsters with LV, one where Frisk winds up living underground with them all for a Hot Minute, and then of course there's the AUs, like Vesselfell, Horrorfell, Heartfell, Lovefell, Invertedfell, Orangefell, that mysterious one I've been mulling and have not talked about at all with Albatross-

Clearly i am very normal about this 👍

[lotties-ashwagandha]

MELODIC HUM OF THE UNIVERSE

pairing: lottie matthews x reader

word count: 1.1k

notes and warnings: lottie hurt/comfort requested by anon <3

summary: i suck at cool descriptions you guys so im just gonna tell it how it is ok reader has anxiety and has a bad mental health day and lottie comforts them 

The same scenarios were on repeat in your mind, and nothing you did could get them to stop. They were simple things with little consequence, like what would happen if you showed up to work the next day five minutes late, or what would happen if you burned dinner. But all of it seemed so big, so irrevocably life-altering that panic ensued after you imagined every bad outcome. 

You were tired. It had been a difficult day at the wellness center, and you had been made to spend half the day at the farmer’s market with Lisa. Generally you didn’t mind, you enjoyed selling the honey you made at the wellness center, but every customer had gotten on your ever-fraying nerves and all you’d wanted to do was go home and take a nap. 

When you had gotten back to the wellness center, you’d almost had a complete breakdown after remembering that that night you and Lottie were going back to the farmer’s market — not to work the wellness center’s stand but to attend a summer festival that was being hosted. Lottie wanted to check out the booths, and see if she could find any vendors to support the wellness center, or any potential customers she could draw forward out of the mix. 

Enclosing yourself in solitude, you went back home, tossing yourself onto the couch. You had a headache, and your back hurt. And lingering there still was the knot of anxiety festering in your chest. It wouldn’t go away, no matter what you tried, be it meditation or taking your mind off what was bothering you. And you had something else now to be anxious about, going back to the farmer’s market when all you wanted was a night at home with Lottie. 

After a few minutes you forced yourself up and into the shower, where you stayed for a while letting the anxiety brew while you stood under the hot water, unable to move. It almost took an act of god to get you out of your own head. 

Robotically you got dressed, getting out makeup for the summer event, putting it on a bit lazily, but in your mind at least you were getting the job done. 

You were brushing through your hair when you saw Lottie come up behind you in the reflection of the mirror. Her arms wrapped around your waist, and her head rested on your shoulder as she watched you in the reflection of the mirror. 

“So beautiful,” she said softly, and you couldn’t help but smile, meeting her gaze briefly in the mirror. After a moment, she spoke again. “You didn’t come see me after you came back from the market.”

“I was tired,” you said, and though it was an excuse it wasn’t a lie. “And Lisa and I had to unload a couple of packs of jars that we couldn’t sell.” 

She nodded, raising her head from your shoulder and watching you closely as you began to put everything away, your hairbrush, your makeup. 

You had to admit that you weren’t incredibly good at hiding when something was wrong. Anyone who was around you could have sensed that something was off, and Lottie especially, and it wasn’t long before you could tell she was trying to figure out what was happening inside your head. 

“Are you okay? Did something happen at the market?” She asked. 

“No.” 

“Here?” 

“Nothing happened, Lottie,” you said firmly, trying to establish that you were fine, even though you both knew it wasn’t true. Your hands were shaking from the anxiety, and your breathing was slightly out of rhythm. Every bit of effort it took to try to convince her you were fine only proved that you weren’t. 

She didn’t respond for a few moments, just turned you around to face her in her arms and held you there, and you could see the unwavering love in her gaze, the concern. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby. I want to be able to help you.” 

“There’s nothing wrong,” you said, and she opened her mouth to argue but you spoke again before she could. “There’s nothing wrong, and that’s the worst part. Nothing happened, but ever since I woke up today it’s felt like the world is crumbling and I don’t know why. I’m just so tired…”

You could see that she understood — she was no stranger to anxiety, neither of you were, nor did you pretend that you were. It was something that had always been very open between you, something both of you understood with clarity.

“Do you want to stay home tonight?” She asked, pulling you into an embrace. “We can make dinner and watch a movie, have a quiet night at home.” 

You shook your head, pulling away. “I know you’ve been looking forward to going to this.” 

Lottie shrugged, as if the whole thing had been nothing at all, as if she hadn’t been talking about the festival for days. “I don’t want to go unless you want to. And I’m not having you go and hate it only because I said I wanted to be there. I want to know that you’re okay.” 

When you didn’t respond, she pulled you gently out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, guiding you down to sit on the bed and sitting against the pillows beside you. You laid down, resting your head on her lap and relaxing into her touch as she ran her hands through your hair. The knot of anxiety in your chest slowly began to unravel, and though it was still there it shrunk a bit as you took in the knowledge that you were safe, you were with Lottie. 

“I don’t want to go back to the market tonight,” you admitted quietly. “I just want to stay here with you.”

“We don’t have to go, my love,” she reassured you, her tone soothing, and you could feel your body relaxing, her touch coaxing away the fear and anxiety. 

“We can go tomorrow,” you suggested, though the mere thought of it exhausted you. 

“We’ll figure it out,” she said, “don’t worry about it.” 

You stayed there for a while, resting in the silence, allowing yourself to drift somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, listening as she reminded you that you were safe, you were loved. Her hand running through your hair, the quiet hum of the television after a little while when she thought you were fully asleep. 

Eventually you would have to get up. The two of you would have to make dinner, or Lottie would sneak away to go take a shower. But any change seemed indescribably far away, and on some level you were fully convinced that in her arms, safe in the quiet, melodic hum of the universe presented through her gaze, you would spend eternity. 

[somehowmags]

i NEED to grip and shake you like a salt and pepper shaker tumblr user somehowmags cause im so insane about rook i need to talk about him I MISS HIM SO MUCH RHAHSHSGSGDYSHSHAHSHH but this cookie hits so im not gonna talk about him now. also im really hyped for the possibility of a book 8 wherein there's a grim overblot and they explore yuu's arc and their role in twisted wonderland, their backstory, mickeys involvement, and what lies ahead for them. i just can't grasp that twisted wonderland might end after book 7 because you can't do that to me. you can't end my mental illness :/ drop more lore like it's a pumpkin in MY enclosure. i intended for my twst mc to be based off alice liddell in American McGee's Alice but canon yuu takes such a big backseat in the overall story i have to think my thunk so much about my own mc's respective role in the lore and ongoing story and it hurts. the curse of needing to have a girlboss mc

WAUBLBLGLGLBLBGLGBL <- me being shaken like a salt and pepper shaker

HONESTLY I DON'T THINK THEY'LL END IT AFTER BOOK 7!!! they've set up rsa and that upcoming tournament between the two schools already, and we still don't know what the monster in the beginning that looks like grim is, and we still don't know what mickey's deal is! (everytime i remember that mickey mouse is in this game i have to sit down and put my head in my hands for a lil bit. what the fuck man. it feels more jarring than him being in kingdom hearts for some reason asdkljhjalsdf) storywise, there's still a lot to get to! also, i get the feeling that they'll want to show the twst versions of the disney princesses as well which i personally would be very excited to see and also maybe even the fourth year students!

and on the cynical side of things...gacha games are really popular right now, and i think disney will milk the cash cow for all its worth for as long as they can. sure, twst isn't as popular as, like, genshin impact, but its still fairly popular in its own right, and im sure theyre making a pretty penny off of it. and what keeps people coming back is story and character. (granted, im sure it would get more popular and therefore more profitable if they'd just fucking release it in more regions but. well. im not being paid to advise disney on shit lmao. if i was we would already be able to buy those 60 dollar jumbo plushies in the us and i would have a gazillion of them) but also story heavy mobile games tend to run for a long time anyways- like, fire emblem heroes came out in 2017 (holy shit that came out in 2017????) and it's STILL releasing its story. basically do not underestimate corporate greed

but in the interest of not being a total hater i also trust in yana toboso's writing here. for the problems that i have with her (and by problems i mean whatever criticisms i had from the last time i read black butler in like 2018 aklsjdffhalksdhldfhk) she is a good writer and black butler has been continually published since. holy shit i just checked wikipedia its literally been published since 2006 LMAO THAT'S WILD so i don't think the story will be running out for a while!

[mr-sturgeon]

Why I cant look at a Sturgeon in the eyes Sturgeon Sity

It was a cold night, January 24th 1996. I had just gotten home from janitoring in the winter and was tuckered out, man. A long day of backbreaking work cleaning up, uh… I mean maybe not cleaning up, maybe more like, uhh… I don't know. Gray matter is being eaten by brooms. I changed out of my nasty coveralls, which were only nasty because I (Johnathan Michael Nasty) was wearing them alll day like a stinky boy, and rolled into bed, tucking myself in. My beloved wife Broomhilda was in bed next to me and she went " ". Jarred by her words, I turned to look at her. "Sturgeons? Really? This far inland and away from lakes? I don't believe you for a second." She further insisted, saying " ". A bit irritated at her words and her persisting in bringing up this matter, I angrily pull the cord on the bedside lamp, turning it on and rolling over onto my other side to look my wife in the eyes. Only then did I realize.. "H-hey, you're… y-you're not my wife." She then hyperrealistically contorted her suspiciously sturgeon-like face into a hyperrealistic grin. Then she revealed her hyperrealistic truth; her sturgeon-esque appearance was a result of being born as a sturgeon and lying to me about being my wife for the past 30 minutes because he is actually a gay male sturgeon who has broken into my home and eaten my wife and put on her clothes hyperrealistically. He then made me a sturgeon.

That's why, you should never trust sturgeons at 3AM…

25 years later, Anchorage, Alaska Little Babyman River

Blub. Blub. I blub in peace. All of a sudden, a crunching sound, followed by a rustling in the bushes not 20 feet to the eastern bank of the river, takes my peace like a vial of childlike joy and whimsy and crushes it with a big stinking mean hammer like employment. I fix my eyes on the bushline. Out of the shadowy thrush bursts the figure of a man. It only takes me a moment to recognize him. It's Sensei Wu, Ninjago Master. My trainer. He reaches out a wrinkly clubbed-fingered hand into my freezing cold waters as a greeting, trying to shake my awesome big cool hand fin thing where my gills is at kind of a little bit near that area I would reasonably suppose. Immediately frostbite from the cold Alaskan waters takes two of his old pruney geriatric members and the currents hurriedly splash them away into the deep blue place we know as "the c." He looks at me and he goes "wassup lil man boy i gotz the task fo you boyz i mean just like holup gimme a secund lesten to dis boy i mean like fo real lil man cmon check it chang liu has taken over the world and nobody can beat him… except for you." i look at him and i go "no can do, Sensei. I'm retired." "would you do it for a scooby snack" "arf arf" then we won also im a man again and not a sturgeon. or…

[raggaraddy]

hello, so if you still take requests i want to request yandere reaction where the reader is as possesive as them, or like she willingly do anything for them and obey them. its totally okay if you dont feel like writing it or maybe you dont take request.. its just im craving reading something like that and youre a great writer :)

A/N: Hi, I am still new to writing reactions, so I hope that this is what you wanted or you at least like it.  Thank you for your sweet comments. Enjoy!

Mine

Summary: When another girl gets a little too comfortable with Jungkook your reaction's a surprise to the both of you.

Trigger warnings: Fighting, mentions of abuse, violence.

Jungkook

You had begged Jungkook to take you with him tonight. He'd been so busy with work lately and you'd found yourself missing him too much when he was gone. So when he said he wasn't staying home tonight, but he was instead going out to a bar with some of his friends, you were enthusiastic for him to take you with him. It had used to be the complete opposite. Every time he left you alone, gave you some time to breathe on your own, you were thrilled. But more and more you'd started noticing him in a new light.

Sure he's rough and demanding sometimes. And yeah, he can lose his temper every now and then. But you're not perfect either, and you know it must be hard for him, especially when you behaved so insensitively at first. However, despite your flaws or his, he deeply loves you. He accepts you for who you are and he wants nothing more than to keep you safe. How could you ever find anyone else who cared for you as much as your Kookie did?

The night started as every night out with Jungkook did. He listed out the same rules over that he had said dozens of times before.

You have to listen to everything he says and do everything he says. You don't talk to anyone unless he's with you, and most importantly, you never leave his sight. You had tried to run off a few times in the past, so you knew how deathly serious he was about that last one.

After thoroughly prepping you, and dressing you, and warning you one last time to mind the rules, the both of you finally went to meet his friends.

"Sit. Here." Jungkook pointed to the booth table at the back of the bar. You slid in and he right away pushed in alongside you, nudging you in further and further until you were all but barricaded against the wall. As his friends began to come in one by one, they all joined in a large group. While the night went on, you talked among his friends and their girlfriends. A few people got food, but most people were just drinking to excess. You of course got the choice of soda or water. Every now and then throughout the evening, you could feel JK's attention on you, and you would hug his arm a little tighter to let him know you were paying attention to him too.

At some point, it was Jungkooks turn to buy the next round.

"Y/n." He whispered lowly. Even in the middle of a conversation and with the music playing in the background, his voice caught your focus right away. You looked up to him, a small smile and big eyes. "I'll be back in a few minutes." His lips pressed to your ear, his warm breath blowing along your neck spiking tingles down your side. "If you even try to move while I'm gone, I'm going to pin you to the table by putting this butter knife through your hand." He twirls the point of the dull knife into the table, scratching the wood.

Your smile grows a little bit bigger at his threat. Not because you think he wouldn't do it, but because you know there is no way he would ever need to do it. You're not going anywhere.

Your fingers linger with his, holding on for a few seconds extra as he gets up. While the conversations go on, your concentration keeps flicking to Kookie. Watching every now and then to make sure he hasn't left your sight either.

On one momentary glance, you catch sight of some random woman standing too close to him. They're at the bar, and it's quite crowded so it could be nothing, but she doesn't look like she is ordering drinks. She's completely facing him. Talking to him.

Slowly your frustration starts to build as a few minutes pass and they stay in the same position. You don't know who she is, you've never seen her before. Jungkook's body language expresses that he doesn't know her as well. She, however, is acting way too familiar. Laughing, smiling, flicking her hair and pushing her chest out like some kind of desperate slut.

You're trying to let it pass. But after only about 10 minutes of silent stewing, that's all you can tolerate. You know your Kookie has no interest in any other girls. He's just too innocent to realize that this girl is flirting with him. That, or he is only trying to be polite.

She crosses the line though when she decides to put her hand on his arm.

He might have told you to stay in your seat, and you know he is going to at the very least slap you for willingly going against his rules, but you have had enough and you're not going to allow this bitch to paw all over him anymore.

Shuffling out of the booth, you take heavy, furious steps towards them. The second you're in reach you draw against Jungkooks side, wrapping your arm around his. At the same time, you roughly and forcefully shove the heel of your palm into this girls shoulder, knocking her back and off of him. She stumbles looking shocked and fleetingly frightened. You're not done sending a message yet.

"The next part of you that tries to touch him is going to get stabbed!" You growl. Jungkook leans back a little to look at you. A mix of intrigue and surprise coming together to form a smirk on his face. It's not just from the forceful action you made, but also the confident, ruthless way you spoke to intimidate her.

This woman is dumb though. She either doesn't see or doesn't understand how sincerely you made that threat. "Wow," she scoffs. Yelling, trying to be louder than the music, "Is this your girlfriend? She's a psycho." she mocks, stepping forward, speaking directly to Jungkook. You pull yourself in front of him, dragging his hand around your waist to wrap on your hip, your fingers lacing over the top of his. Even with you standing between them, eyes burning with hostility she still doesn't back down. "If you want a cool girlfriend, you can come home with me, baby." She propositions him, with the cherry on top of calling him baby. Calling your Kookie baby! Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?!

You snap forward and slam your curled up fist into her face as hard as you can. She mustn't have been expecting that at all because she falls like a ton of bricks. Knocking into two or three other people behind her before she ultimately falls on to the floor.

Honestly, you've never hit someone before, and you didn't realize it would hurt so much. So you have to quickly shake your hand feeling the bones bruised and jarred. You regain your composure by the time she can gain hers and looks back up to you. You step over the top of her getting into her personal space. "Go find someone else to be a pathetic whore with." You snap. "He's mine!"

She scrambles out from under you and back to her feet, sensibly darting away. Over your shoulder, you can see Jungkook taking control of the consequences of your interaction, assuaging the bartender's concerns. JK knows them all, so if they know that it's him, they're not going to make a fuss over it, they'll just let it go and assume there was a good reason.

You latch onto him again as he focuses back on you. Grabbing your hands into his shirt, you hold him closer. "Don't let other girls touch you."  You whine, taking the aggression out of your voice when you talk with him, but not the seriousness.

"Why? Because I'm yours?" He looks down with a smug smile, and a salacious glimmer in his gaze. His tongue running over the inside of his cheek.

You're still so pent up and frustrated, you just want to be as close to him as you can be for comfort. You press your whole body flat to him, feeling warmed by the firm shape of his arms and chest. "Yes, you're mine."

He insists on a small amount of space between you two, gripping onto your upper arms harshly he pushes you back. His free hand comes up and his fingers cling into your jaw keeping you still.

This is it. You knew he was going to hurt you for disobeying. But honestly, it was worth it to keep her off of him.

Looking down at you so intensely, he isn't reacting the way you had expected. His eyes are instead filled with an infatuated allure that's making your stomach tingle and your cheeks feel warm. He rests his mouth next to your ear like he had earlier. "That was so fucking hot Kitten." His teeth nip at your ear lobe, making you shiver. "We're leaving. Just wait until I get you alone. I'm gonna prove I'm yours."   

[blu-joons]

DAD GOT7 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Im Jaebum

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Through his attention, Jaebum would be able to let you know the most how much he appreciated you. You’d often feel him curl up around your bump especially when he thought you were asleep and unaware of what he was doing.

B ⇴ BUMP

The changes that your bump went through were what fascinated Jaebum the most throughout your pregnancy. He loved to compare every single week at what size your baby would be, keeping a book especially on it. He’d measure with his arms often around your bump too, waiting each week until his hands could no longer meet as a result of your bump being so big.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

At times, he thought your cravings were crazy, especially when you’d ask him to fetch a jar of pickles. He’d barely be able to stay in the same room as you as he hated the smell so much, but as you always reminded him, you were eating for two, and just the mention of your baby was enough to keep him in the room to keep you company whilst you ate.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Jaebum would be calm about your pregnancy, until the week before your due date arrived. The realisation would hit him like a tonne of bricks, as he felt the pressures of the responsibility begin to weigh him down. The less mobile you became, the scarier it got for him too as you were usually so independent, seeing how hard you struggled every day, sometimes he couldn’t wait for your due date to arrive and see you as you, again.

E ⇴ EXCITEMENT

He definitely had his times when he’d try and downplay his excitement, but in reality, Jaebum was beyond excited to become a father. He’d always had a family in his plans for his long-term future but knowing that he was going to become a father with you was much more of an achievement then he could have ever seen him reaching. He’d often have to sit in disbelief that he was lucky enough to be in the position that he was.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Being an only child, Jaebum was keen to have his parents around as much as possible as it could potentially be their only experience of a grandchild too. They were protective of Jaebum as an only child anyway, and with that, they were protective of you too, but especially so during your pregnancy. Anything that either of you needed would be solved by them in a heartbeat, all you ever had to do was ask.

G ⇴ GETTING READY

He was used to organising the boys and keeping everything in check, and so Jaebum played on those skills to get ready for your baby’s arrival too. Whilst you were often flustered, he was a lot calmer and a lot more organised too. By the time you’d often composed yourself, the job would have already been sorted by him.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

Jaebum didn’t tend to get emotional often, but the sound of his baby’s heartbeat was enough to set him off. The two of you had often talked about how the heartbeat felt like such a landmark in pregnancy, and so when it finally happened for the two of you, an emotional reality really began to settle in for him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Every day, Jaebum would remind you that he loved you, but especially on the bad days that you had. When you were uncomfortable or in pain, that would be when he reminded you that he loved you the most, desperate to find the right words that would at least try and bring you some comfort whilst you were hurting.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If anything, the other members were jealous of Jaebum and how he’d managed to settle down rather than him being jealous of anything. They all knew he was going to be a great father, but seeing his family grow and the two of you really come together was something many of them could still only dream of. Each of them wanted to have what you had one day, not wanting to settle anything less than the happiness the two of you shared.

K ⇴ KICKS

Every kick would always take Jaebum by surprise, for some reason he could just never get used to the feeling. Each time, his eyes would dart up to you as if it was the first time that he was feeling your baby kick. Whilst you adjusted quickly to all the little movements, Jaebum would always treat it as if it were a first.

L ⇴ LABOUR

It was by far the part that he most and least looked forward to, he was never quite sure how he felt about it. The one thing he carried with him though was the advice of his mum who had encouraged him to put his feelings to one side and only focus on you. And that was what he did, throughout the entire time, he made sure to keep himself together and make sure that you knew that he was right there supporting you.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Whilst he wasn’t someone who dealt particularly well with sickness, Jaebum knew he had to stick it out and be there for you. His face always managed to give away that he wasn’t impressed, but when you tried to tell him that you could get through it by yourself, his head would shake and only bring you closer into him for comfort.

N ⇴ NURSERY

You had free reign when it came to the nursery, Jaebum worked under your command which you loved. Whilst you could sit back, he built all of the furniture that you picked out to make your nursery the perfect spot.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with the changes in your bump, Jaebum had always been fascinated by human nature, but seeing how your body adapted with every passing day truly captured his attention and interest.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

The two of you were wrecks for the first couple of days in your little bubble. You were terrified, especially when your little one slept, the last thing either of you wanted to do was wake them up. There was a lot of tiptoeing around until the three of you became comfortable and a routine was firmly in place.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Jaebum would be full of questions whenever you went to any of your appointments, sometimes his questions wouldn’t even have anything to do with your baby, but to do with technology or something else that interested him too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Each of the members of the group had ended up surprising you with gifts before your baby arrived, their wardrobe was full and their room perfectly decorated by the time all of them were finished spoiling your baby, all secretly vying for the spot of favourite uncle to be introduced to your baby for the very first time.

S ⇴ SCANS

Jaebum kept a photo of your scan up on his wall in the studio to use when he needed inspiration. You knew that he created storyboards whenever he was coming up with lyrics, but the photo of your scan seemed like the missing piece of the puzzle that he had been missing out on all along to really finish off his songs.

T ⇴ TEST

You’d had a funny feeling for some time that you could have been pregnant, eventually plucking up the courage to ask Jaebum to buy you a test. It was just precaution, but neither of you could have expected it to come back positive.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Jaebum made the time for every appointment, it never mattered how busy his schedule was, you were always his number one priority when you needed him, he was there.

V ⇴ VISITS

His parents were the first to visit the three of you, much to the disappointment of the boys. Meeting their first grandchild was just as overwhelming as the experience was for Jaebum and seeing them with his child was emotional for him too.

W ⇴ WAITING

It was only when you’d get impatient, would Jaebum get impatient, other than that, he was usually relaxed and not allowing himself to get too carried away by the situation.

X ⇴ XXXX

He would often trail kisses along your bump whenever you were having a particularly restless night. Jaebum always hoped that a kiss from him would work in the same way as a kick from your baby and keep him nice and calm.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the only one he ever wanted to experience fatherhood alongside.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Despite there being many times when he was reluctant to get up, whenever you needed anything in the night, Jaebum was there to get it. After all, the sleepless nights were probably something he was going to have to get used to.

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[violetnotez]

hi! may i pls make a request for bokugo, todoroki and midoriya hcs on what they would do if they had to vs their secret crush in the 1v1 ua sports festival arc? i hope you have a great day!!🥺

Hi babe! Im so sorry it took so long to make these, but I literally couldn’t stop thinking about this idea cause it was so fricking cuttteeeeeeeee

I did headcannons as well as a short one shot right after, I hope thats alright! <3

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku

Warnings: cussing

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Bakugo

This dude right here ^^^

Sorry but-hes not gonna be too kind

Bakugo most deifnitely is denying every single damn sign that he has a crush on you

He deifnitely doesn’t stare at you for way too long during class, or doesn’t smirk to himself when you got past this first round, and his heart didn’t drop to the floor when he realized he would have to fight against you

Nope, deifnitley not

😑😑😑 Bakugo stop being a shit and admit you have feelings

Kirishima was the one who first recognized his crush on you, and you know damn well he noticed Bakugo’s demeanor instantly changed when he saw your face flash against his in the versus round

When Bakugo saw that on the screen, his shoulders instantly stiffened, his eyes steeled, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets so no one could see how tightly his hands were balled up

Only Kirishima noticed the change in his best friend as his freinds cheered at the line up

“Hey-you okay dude?” He asked, his voice full of concern as he tried to place a hand on his shoulder

Of course, Bakugo being the little shit he is, shoved his hand away with his shoulder, standing up quickly

“I’m gonna go get ready for the 2nd round,” he grumbled, giving his friend a side eyed look and he turned his back on the stadium and going to the hallways to chill

Now, even though he was rudeeeeeeeee af, this dude is freaking the hell out internally

He wants to win so badly, but-at what cost? Something was different with you-he was okay with putting his all into each and every fight

If he had to hurt himself, or hurt his opponent to come out on top-that’s all that mattered right? But for some reason, the thought of hurting you made his body feel queasy and made him feel like shit-

this never happened to him, this possessive want to protect someone and keep them safe-this was such a foreign feeling that it kind of scared him

Was he getting soft? Was he not tough anymore?

He didn’t know what to do-go easy on you and potentially let you win, making him look weak? Or go all out, making sure he wins to the point that he hurts you-which would make him feel like shit after. Would you hate him after? Could he handle that idea of you despising him for hurting you?

These thoughts were making him so conflicted to the point of rage , and Bakugo being Bakugo, he was just fuming internally,

his digits were tugging at his strands, his fist colliding with the table as a curse slipped through his lips

He didn’t know what to do and it was fucking annoying to him

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“So I guess we’re paired together huh?” your voice echoed through the deathly silent room, the sound sending a cold shiver down Bakugo’s back.

He quickly looked up, his chest tightening at the mere sight of you leaning against the door frame.

“This is my fucking room-get out,” he grumbled, his crimson red eyes squinting at you at an attempt to look intimidating.

You simply rolled your eyes, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You had known Bakugo for too long and too well to get scared at his harsh words anymore.

“I don’t see your name on the door,” you quipped back with a grin, “and besides, it might be good Im in here. You’re so loud somebody’s gonna think you’re talking to yourself.”

Shit-was he really starting to talk to himself now?

Bakugo swallowed a clump of saliva, a pit growing in his stomach. If he was talking to himself-did you hear everything he had said? Did you know he was actually thinking of going soft on you?

You noticed how he stiffened at your words, a gruff exhalation of breath leaving his lips.

“Don’t worry, I was just joking around-“, You simply chuckled, shaking your head as you sat down next to him. “-but you still are really loud though.”

“And you’re still fucking annoying, as always.”

“Ouch!” You smiled, scrunching up your nose in mock hurt.

Bakugo pursed his lips, hating how cute he found you when you made that expression.

You didn’t seem to notice the way Bakugo was affected by your movement, taking a deep breath.

Something in your expression had changed-you no longer looked so carefree and relaxed. You gave him a concerned look, your teeth gnawing at the side your cheek.

“So is something on your mind? You’re usually always cussing someone out, but cussing at the air isn’t usually your thing.”

His feet shuffled under the table, his hands way more clammy than they usually were. So he really was being too loud- he needed to think of soemthing to tell you. And something realllllll fucking quick.

But he couldn’t-he felt like his was gasping for air, just staring at your waiting face. God, why did he have to actually like you like that? Now as he’s looking at you, something in his heart hurt-he couldn’t hurt you. He just-couldnt. He’d feel like a dick after and he’s never be able to forgive himself if he laid even a scratch on you.

Why was this so fucking hard?

You sighed, your tongue swiping your bottom lip as you look down at your hands.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine,” you looked up, your eyes piercing to him and making his lungs feel shut off. “But-dont let it affect you. I want you to come at me with all you got-“

You gave him a devilish grin, your eyes sparkling.

“-I wanna rub it in your face that I actualy beat you in front of a whole ass crowd. Might be good for you ego too,” you gave out a laugh at the last sentence, Bakugo’s shoulder softening slightly.

“Tch-,” he grunted out, his crimson eyes rolling in their sockets, “-like you could ever fucking beat me.”

You gave him one final look, your eyes quitting at him with a mischievous glint.

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him one last smile, standing up from your chair.

“I’ll see ya later.”

Bakugo heard your feet walk out the room, that tell tale click of the door closing softly reverberating in the room. He let out a sigh, something about your words making him feel like a huge weight just left his shoulders.

If you wanted him to go all out-then he’d do it.

Izuku

Dude, this poor baby

He’s actually freaking out. Like HARD.

Izuku wants to win pretty badly to prove it to himself, his family, his mentor/role model...but at what cost? Hurting you?

Hahah well that’s funny cause that ain’t happening

He’s legit thinking of just going easy on you-what’s the harm in that? Sure he might lose, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt-

This dude is not very good at hiding his feelings for you, so of course Iida and Ochaco already know of this infactuation obsession Izuku has for you

They kinda have to explain to him that’d it be really really stupid to just let you beat himjust because he didn’t want to hurt you

Iida basically explained that it’d hurt the “pride and prestige quality of the games” if he didn’t “fight to his fullest” and “y/n’s honor would be incredibly diminished” as the fight “wouldn’t be fair nor honest”

Which basically translated to just fight her Midoriya

Uraraka told him that you could hold your own, and you wouldn’t ever get mad at him cause like-it’s the point for everyone to fight their all to win

So Izuku kinda took a chill pill

Until he stepped into that arena

Cause ohohoohohoh it is wayyyyy different from talking about fighting to actually doing it

He’s kinda nervous at first-cause it’s happening. He has to actually fight you like this. In front of everybody.

Damn fate really did not like him right now did it?

You come at him full force-and holy CRAP did it throw him off

But it kind of woke him up to the situation-if your going to try your best, then he felt a little bit better forcing himself to do his best as well

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna scream “Sorry!” And run over to you everytime he blasts ya with OFA, but it’s all good

Your fight was a little bit longer than the others, but in the end, you lost to Izuku

You two were seriously burnt out though-you got cuts and bruises everywhere from falling (and a big ass headache), and Izuku’s arms looked like burnt fried chicken

Deku felt pride in himself, cause damn you were really strong and he actually fought you off but-he hurt you AND made you lose

Looking at your face, he feels like shit-cause of course you look really beat down knowing you won’t be advancing to the next round

His foot stumbled forward, wanting to go see if you were okay

But the teachers quickly usher you two to go see the nurses, so he just had to give you an apologetic look until he could actually talk to you

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Izuku sat on the make shift bed, every movement he made setting off a plethora of crinkling noises from the paper overlay.

Everything seemed to be okay with him-he was actually surprised to hear he wasn’t as beat up as he thought he really was. Over course, Recovery Girl scolded him for taking such a risk on his body with his quirk, but with a big smooch on his cheek he was ready to go.

He heard a click of a door opening, expecting to see Recovery Girl come hobbling over to check his vitals one last time-until he looked up and his heart stopped on his chest.

There you were, banged up and bruise, your stance favoring your right side.

You seemed to be pretty surprised to see him too-your eyes widened in shock, and your shoulders stiffened at the sight of him.

Izuku’s head was going on overdrive-how were you feeling? Where you okay? Did he hurt you that badly? did you hate him? Was he invading your space just being present?

The thoughts were coming a mile a minute, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish as he kept watching you with a stunned, blank expression.

To his relief, your shocked expression turned into a small smile and your eyes softened as you looked at Izuku’s shy gaze.

“Hey,” you simply said, breaking the awkward silence of the room.

Izuku quickly cleared his throat, repeating a “hey” back to you as he watched you sit down, his toes scrunching in his battered red shoes.

Guilt was bubbling in his stomach, his brows knitted in pain as you tred to sit down on a hospital bed. You were practically limping your way to sit down, the unmissable look of pain knitted in your brows.

God, he did that? To you-out of all the people in the world, you were one of the last people he would ever want to land a finger on. Of course, you had messed him up pretty badly, but it just felt strange to know he had caused you this discomfort.

“Are you-you feeling alright?” He asked quietly, his voice meek and hesitant.

You gave him another strained smile, using the table next to you to support your weight.

You weren’t going to deny it-Izuku really did a number on you. In the fight, your adrenaline was kicking in so much that the pain was barely even noticeable to you. But now that you were calm and collected, the throbbing pain that seemed to be everywhere was coming out in full force.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay-I guess,” you gave a small chuckle, trying to hide the grimace as a zap of pain pierced your bruised rib cage.

Izuku immediately noticed that look on your face, his feet touching the cold linoleum floor.

You felt hands gingerly circle around your sides, the pressure reassuring yet light, heat from another person radiating onto your back.

Midoriya was supporting your battered body, leading you to the closest bed and setting you down gingerly.

To say the feeling of Izuku holding you was making you flustered was an understatement-you were freaking the hell out. But something about him holding you was so comforting-even with him beaten up, and him being the reason you were in this portion- he still somehow was able to make you feel safe and protected.

“ ‘Zuku,” you asked, your heart thumping a mile a minute, “what are you-you doing?”

He set you down gingerly, his hands light and feathery against your skin.

“I-Uh,” He have you a sheepish grin, his cheeks red and his voice a stuttering mess from that nickname. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-to offend you, you just seemed like you were hurting...”

You tilted your head with a grin, your hand wrapping around his wrist for support.

“Don’t worry-you didn’t,”

His face light up, a warm relieved grin on his lips.

“Oh good! I was worried, cause after the whole match and everything, and you looked so hurt, I just, I don’t know, I was worried maybe you wouldnt want me around but I just didn’t want to-“

For some reason, that relief that you didn’t hate him had released the stuttering of poor Izuku, his brain going once again at a pace much to fast to comprehend.

You could barely catch a word, but you were able to stitch his thoughts together, a giggle escaping your lips.

He couldn’t be more adorable, could he?

Your heart pounded in your chest as your digits wrapping around his freckled cheeks. The sensation of your skin so close to his made his mouth stop in its tracks, his emerald eyes wide with shock.

“You really think I’d hate you ‘Zuku?”

God-he love that nickname. Your voice sent a shockwave if electricity through his body, his mind helplessly numb and in control by you.

Even with you cradling his cheeks, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“I-Uh-Uh....maybe?”

Izuku heard you sigh, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip.

He know it would look strange to anyone walking in, with him standing in between your legs and your hands wrapped against his cheeks. He knew he should move, just in case of the off chance somebody could walk in, but-he didn’t want to. He was in love with the feeling of your body so close to his, finally able to drink in every beautiful feature of your face, put every perfect sensation into his memory....it was nerve wracking yet soothing and he never wanted this moment to end.

“Deku, I could never hate you,” you smiled gingerly, your mind fighting your digits from tracing each adorable freckle decorating his face.

He looked at you with wide, confused eyes, his bruised lips parted and mind blank.

You said-you didn’t hate him?

He felt a rush of relief completely envelope his body, feeling on top of the world. You didn’t hate him for fighting you-and you even said you could never hate him. Was he really that lucky to have such a sweet crush like you?

He felt so happy he just had the undeniable want to just kiss you-you we’re close enough after all, he could just lean in to you....

“Oh-uh,” he quickly stuttered our, terrified he would actually act on what he was thinking, “Thats-thats great, thank you,”

You chuckled at his flustered ness, his cheeks a raging red from his thoughts-he definitely wouldn’t ever stop being a nervous wreck around you.

Shoto

Honestly, you would never know Shoto had a crush on you

hes just SO HARD TO READ

Also this boy would be the last person to realize he had a crush in the first place

very very oblivious poor baby

anyways, because of this oblivious part of him, he’d probably figure out he had a crush right then and there

Like, as he sees your face flash against his, and theres a big VS symbol in between you two

He gets this terrible, sinking feeling

like OH SHIT I have to fight them 

He knew something was different this time around, because with everyone else he was fighting agains,t he could give two shits about them

but with you, the person he was actually fighting against felt important now

He just didn't want to fight you

So that through him off- big time

*queue a shoto todoroki internal monologue

this guy is really having an epiphany rn

Like dang- all those times I would stare at them, or get angry when somebody hurt them, or my face would get really hot when they told me “hi” meant I liked them!?

This pooor thingggggggggggggggg

Now,

 Shoto isnt egotisitical-

 hes just practical

So he knows that he would probably win this match-

 he saw you as a great fighter, yet his quirk was alot more flashy and powerful than yours

So he had either two options:

one) was to just go all out and try to finish the match ASAP, or

two) prolong it, so you could get some exposure to the heroes watching

(spoiler alert- he goes with number two)

But what he doesn't realized is how FLUSTERED he gets when hes fighting you

He’s never been close to you like this before, even if you are fighting-and damn he didn't realize he had been craving this 

He was making more mistakes than he usually would make in a match like this, so it was harder for him to keep the upper hand like he thought he would

But, of course- this is Shoto Todoroki we’re talking about

He finally zaps out of this love sick puppy phase and he starts to fight you for real now- 

anddddddd he manages to push you off the stage boundaries

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Shoto took a deep breath, his lungs feeling icy from his quirk and his body heavy with fatigue.

Damn- that was a hard ass fight.

The sound of a roaring crowd was piercing his ears, Present Mic’s booming voice echoing the results of the matchup.

“Todoroki” seemed to be echoing throughout the stadium, his last name a mantra in the speakers.  He won the match after all- he’d be advancing.

Shoto licked his lips, the tang of blood sparking in his mouth. Shoto didnt really feel much in these moments, as he could never really appreciate the achievements he had under his belt at such a young age.

But right now, something different was bubbling in his stomach- Shoto turned to look at you, your knees digging into the gravel and your fists balled into the dirt, your head laying low.

It wasnt rocket science to tell you were feeling down about loosing the match, and Shoto could see you were frustrated by the circumstances- he won, and you didnt.

Watching you struggling to get up from the icy ground he had made, your body beaten and bruised....he felt-guilty.

Suddenly, he felt his feet walking towards you, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest.

His head was swarming with nerves as he held out his digits, his palm stretched out in a peace offering.

“Here,” his voice was smooth and deep, sending a shiver down your spine as you looked up at his outstretched digits.

You gave him a quizzical look, almost as if to say “what are you doing?”

Shoto bit his bottom lip, looking at the side as his cheeks flushed red.

“Take my hand-you’re injured.”

His tone was placid and calm, his bi colored eyes boaring into yours. It was just so confusing....he won the match, so why did he want to help you?

“Why?” you asked, your voice groggy and thick.

“Because-you’re hurt, and I’m certain my old man wouldn’t want me to be doing this. So I want to do it.”

I small laugh escaped your lips, the sound so sweet that it made Shoto’s face even more red and his heart beat faster in his chest.

“Shoto Todoroki being a rebel-“ you joked, shaking your head as you laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from you.”

You looked up at the Todoroki son, a smile on your lips as you took his hand.

Ah crap-Shoto was really over heating at this point, his mind going haywire as he tried to figure out why it was so hard to keep his right side at bat as he pulled you up from the floor.

He found something so endearing about how small your palm was compared to his-it fit almost perfectly in his, the skin soft and warm against his.

Shoto cleared his throat, his eyes dancing nervously, trying his best to get his nerves in check.

“Is that-a bad thing?” He asked, feeling slightly sad that you had taken your hand out of his to dust off your tattered PE pants.

“Nope,” you said, popping the “p” in the sentence, “I think it’s a good thing-I like it.”

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[everlesslahote1]

'Little' -Paul Lahote.

IM BACK!

This was not requested in anyway shape or form I just.... Wanted it, im sorry and its a fill in😭.

I WILL FINISH REQUESTS!

Paul Lahote x Fem!Oc

(warnings: ddlg)

ENJOY!

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Aila was 18 and a little.

People judged her because she didnt want to act like a "big girl" is how her judgemental parents put it but she saw no wrong in what she wanted.

She wanted to be herself and to have fun but more importantly... To feel wanted.

And that soon came 9months ago when the love of her life walked in her music shop and changed everything for her.

Flashback...

The bell above the door rang meaning someone has entered to buy something or just to look.

In came a group of tan boys laughing and horse playing a little but stopped soon to look at records.

Aila sat quietly, she didnt even say welcome. She wasnt trying to be rude she just didnt want the attention right now.

Not after her parents ranted and raved about how she dressed like a child to work today.

She wore a lilo and stitch shirt and white over-all's with blue sneakers and her shoulder length brown hair in big pigtails as her bang hanged.

All she wanted was to be her self and her parents didnt get it.

The slim buff tan guy (Embry) went near the indie records while a huge buff man (Jacob) walked near ths rock records.

Then she notice a boy that was really beautiful looking to her (Paul) almost everywhere like he didnt know what he was looking for.

He wasnt super slim like the first guy but wasnt huge like the other one, he was still bigger then her 5'0 figure though.

He stood about 6'8, pretty plump lips and had a jawline as sharp as glass.

Aila didnt release she was staring until the boy started back but with... love?

All of a sudden the girl felt this tug on her frame that pull her to him.

She cleared her throat and pretended to be busy with the register so she wouldnt be so obvious but she was to late.

The trio of boys walk to the counter with their records in hand and placed it there to pay.

"Will this be all?" Aila asked glently.

Her voice broke chills down Paul's back, he wondered how ones voice could be so soft.

"Yes"

"I like your shirt" the mystery boy spoke.

The two boys next to Paul was kind of was surprised that he was complimenting a girl instead of getting her number first or sleeping with her.

I mean, thats what the young jock was best for in and out of school.

Aila blushed lightly as she rung up the last record for the boys.

"Thank you..." She said locking eyes with Paul again, once more feeling that tug to be near him.

"...umm that'll be $30.45" her cheeks were now the same color of the brightest red apple.

Jacob handed her $40 but told her to keep the change.

"Thank you" she said handing them the bag with their things in it.

"No, Thank You!" Jacob said winking at Paul and laughing with Embry.

'Whats funny?' She thought and tilted her head.

Paul knew he imprinted but he definitely didnt like how his friends were making a joke of it.

Jacob and Embry left out the door still laughing leaving Paul and Aila to them selfs.

"Sorry... Bout them, they're weirdos" Paul said still mugging the door as if his friends were still there.

"Its fine, I'm Aila, Aila Yorkman" she said sticking her hand out for him to shake.

"Paul, Paul Lahote" the wolf said taking his huge hand to shake for small one.

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End of flashback.

Paul now knew she was a little and took it with joy, Aila thought he would be weirded out by her.

But she was happy he wasnt because if her own soul mate didnt accept her then what would she do.

Aila also now knew about the pack and vampires, she couldnt lie when and say she wasnt stuck when she released she had been kissing and hugged up with a hot headed , 6 foot wolf.

When they're with the pack Paul tends to be on egg shells.

Not only because he knew they're heightened strength and didn't want the boys to overpower her small figure but because they're dorks too.

He also added to NEVER make jokes about her being a little because she was sensitive to the subject.

None the least, everyone welcomed the little in to the pack with opened arms.

Especially Emily, Emily looked at Aila as a daughter figure and couldn't stand the way her parents treated her all because of what she was.

So with no questions asked Emily happily took on the role as a mother figure to the small girl.

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Aila stood on her tippy toes trying to get the can of peanut butter from the top shelf.

She had been trying to reach it for the past 4 minutes all by herself.

Paul was on patrol so it was just her in the house they shared not to far from Emilys with they're husky puppy named Julie.

Paul insisted that his imprint moved in with him after her parents burned all of her "childish" shirts and called her nothing 4 months ago.

He couldn't stand the way his lover called him at 4 a.m. with tears streaming down her face.

His heart broke in two, in the matter of 5 minutes he was at Aila's window and since then they've live together.

The small girl finally stop trying as tears brimmed her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, come on" she whined.

Her last resort was to call somebody because if she got on the counter she would be scared to jump down.

The counter was pretty tall for a barely five foot girl.

"Daddy" she mumbled repeatedly as she search for her phone.

After 3 minutes ahe finally found her phone and dialed Pauls number.

Wolf P.O.V

Paul walked through to woods with Embry , Quil and Jared as he felt his phone vibrate as to say someone was calling

He looked at his screen to see 'little wolf🐺' spread across it.

He answered on the 3rd ring.

"Whats wrong pup" he spoke now coming to a stop.

Jared stopped and looked at his bestfriend as Embry and Quil continued to search for anything out of place.

"D-daddy i cant get the jar a-and-" she said now in tears because she was just a emotional girl and she was hungry.

Jared chuckled and shook his head when he heard his pack sister cry because of her short people problems.

"Wow, princess. Breathe"

He heard her tiny hiccups as Jared gestured for him to go to his imprint.

Paul gladly went to see why his baby was crying.

[chasingfictions]

for the character ask: spike

My favorite thing about them

idk im just not that big of a fan :))))) i think he's overrrated :))))))))

ok no what i love MOST is that his entire worldview is shaped by love and devotion and he is such a good person actually and my SPECIAL BOY and also ROLE MODEL and the way he is a poor little meow meow and also how he's a dad boygirl girlboyfriend babydoll <3333 and a teenage girl <333333 but mostly how he breaks the narrative bc he is so full of love i think that's sexy and gay

My least favorite thing about them

ksdfjsldf well idk u guys he's really problematic.... like he KILLS people that's fucked up :((((

also ok no my least favorite thing about him is they stopped letting him paint his nails in s6 - s7 probably bc the makeup department were cowards who thought it would be too gay for buffy's boyfriend 2 have painted nails and to that i say... grow up

also the way it goes btvs costume department > btvs hair department > btvs makeup department im not taking critiques

My favorite canon relationship

idk my bff jill....

(RATHER BE FIGHTING YOU ANYWAY, MUTUAL, IM TALKING ABOUT YOUR EX PET, IM TALKING ABOUT PUTTING HIM IN THE BLOODY GROUND, I CANT FOOL MYSELF OR SPIKE FOR SOME REASON, XANDER SPIKE IS GONNA BE MY HUSBAND I WANT HIM INCLUDED, I WAS TELLING YOU THE TRUTH I KNOW, SAY IT'S TRUE SAY I DO WANT TO, BUFFY SOMETHING HAPPENED TO ME THE WAY I FEEL I LOVE— DONT SAY IT, WHAT YOU DID FOR ME AND DAWN THAT WAS REAL, COME IN SPIKE, I KNOW THAT IM A MONSTER BUT YOU TREAT ME LIKE A MAN, YOUR HANDS ARE HURT SO ARE YOURS, COME WITH A NICE LEATHER COLLAR DOES IT, STAY AWAY FROM RANDY, POOR SPIKEY CANT BE A HUMAN CANT BE A VAMPIRE, IF YOURE WILDLY CURIOUS YEAH IT HURTS, DIDNT TAKE LONG DID IT, MAKE ME WHAT I WAS SO BUFFY CAN GET WHAT SHE DESERVES, YOUR SOUL YOU GOT YOUR SOUL BACK WHY, SHAME ON YOU BUFFY WHY DOES A MAN DO WHAT HE MUSNT FOR HER TO BE HERS TO BE THE KIND OF MAN WHO WOULD NEVER TO BE A KIND OF MAN, IT'S NOT CODDLING NOW GET IN YOUR CLOSET, I FEEL FOR HIM, SPIKE LISTEN TO ME THIS IS IMPORTANT ARE YOU OKAY, I BELIEVE IN YOU SPIKE, SHE BELIEVES IN ME, SPIKE'S RUNNING OUT OF TIME, IT WAS MORE..... COMFY, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE YOURE A HELL OF A WOMAN YOURE THE ONE BUFFY, I LOVE YOU)

or something idk....

My favorite non-canon relationship

babe all spike ships are canon baby boy cant stop Interacting....

The sexuality I headcanon for them

bi spike rights

What I’d do if I could spend the day with them

put him in a lil jar and shake it :))))) also write and eat snacks :)))

Random fact about them I like

the fact that spike canonically has a cousin.... like a blood cousin... who is alive as of the year 2000...... MWAH ... INSANE

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au sicheng happy, only slightly late, birthday <3 find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta

there is a sound that seltzer water makes when you drop something into it, like a slice of fresh fruit, like a little pop of fireworks

you remember liking the sound ever since you were young, much has changed since then, but you still like it now

you put the last bottle in the basket of your bike and check your phone, the farmers market opens in half an hour

your stand is much smaller than the rest, a lot of the people are driving down into town from large farms in the countryside. some local restaurants are setting up summertime stalls. 

your little abode is all but a wooden table you brought last night from your balcony, covered in a checkered cloth and a handwritten sign

cold sparkling cherry ades & lemonade - home made

though meager, you are content - setting out the cooler you expertly tied to the side of your handlebars with the drinks you’ve prepared

the summer sun beats down on your shoulders, but you don’t mind 

the people watching is a fun activity for an otherwise boring summer

the first couple of days, you’re not surprised by the scarce amount of customers

every other stand has more options and more people - but you still manage to sell some bottles, and with each one, you get a satisfied smile from the customer

one afternoon, you’re halfway through a book you’ve brought along when someone’s shadow casts over you

you close it and look up to see - 

“dong sicheng?”

“ah, i thought it was you.”

he’s taller than you remember, and broader. 

the hair longer at the back of his neck.

“are you back for the summer, i heard you spent last semester abroad?”

he nods, fingers reaching for one of the bottles of cherry ade

“can i buy one?”

you smile, “it’s on the house. tell me if you like it.”

he takes his time opening it, taking a long drink

you notice how his hand is large, big enough to wrap around the entire bottle’s width

he finally turns back to you and smiles, soft, “i do like it.”

you lean forward a little - “it’s my grandmothers recipe.”

“isn’t it just sparkling water and fruit?”

he tilts his head and you shake your head, “there’s a secret ingredient.”

his brown eyes reflect into an almost homey yellow when the sunrays beat down directly onto them

“what is it?”

you shrug, “secret- remember?”

he waves and you realize only a couple of minutes after he has gone

that he left money on the table

you bike back in the summer night breeze, suddenly remembering the last time you saw him - dong sicheng.

it was almost two years ago, since then he’s spent his time out of the country. 

you had passed his group of friends in the park, but he wasn’t ever there 

he’s grown, he got more handsome.

you wobble on your bike a little at the intrusive thought. you shake it out, instead focusing on the preparation for tomorrows market.

about a week passes, and maybe word has gotten out about your cherry ade, because you get a little more business

and sicheng keeps showing up

you keep giving him the drink for free - but somehow money always ends up on the table or in the tip jar

you think you should confront him, but that might be rude. 

so you just put it in a separate little box, planning that one day you’ll see him and give it all back.

it’s a friday when you look up from your book and see several shadows overcasting yours

you recognize them; kun, hendery, xiaojun, yukhei, ten, and yangyang

hendery pulls a bottle of lemonade from your cooler and grins

“so this is the stuff sicheng keeps drinking?”

kun snatches it and settles it back between the ice

“no, it’s the cherry ade.”

he turns to you with a slight grin, “but i don’t think it’s just the cherry ade he’s been coming back for.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about - and you put a hand on your hip

“do you guys want to buy something or-”

“sorry, seven cherry ades please.”

you count them - “but there’s only six of you.”

“we’re getting one for sicheng.”

your heart sinks a bit when you assume that means sicheng won’t come himself 

but place the seven bottles into a brown paper bag

kun thanks you, hands you the money, but you refuse it

“i keep telling sicheng they’re on the house, but he keeps giving me money. ill just assume he paid for those seven in .... theory.”

kun smiles because he understands what you mean 

hendery just looks at xiaojun for some help, but gets a halfhearted mumble in return

as the market closes for the day, the moon is peeking up in the sky 

but it isn’t dark just yet

you pack what's leftover into your bikes basket before walking out to the sidewalk

parked on the edge is a car you’re not familiar with, between all the vans from the different farms

the car door opens and sicheng’s tall figure folds himself out of the drivers seat

“do you bike home alone?”

“it’s only three miles, it really isn’t anything to be worried about.”

he tilts his head toward the trunk

“i think your bike will fit - and you can hold the basket up front.”

you are a little dizzy suddenly when you’re seated beside him and sicheng is pulling out from his parking spot 

it has been silent since those words and you want to say something to avoid this kind of dense atmosphere so you open your mouth - but nothing comes out

why am i nervous? 

“i heard my friends visited you today, im sorry if they bothered you. some of them are -” he shakes his head a bit “a handful.”

“i assume you mean hendery?”

“that one and yangyang, sometimes ten and xiaojun get looped into it too. yukhei is too nice to say no.”

“kun?”

he slows the car a little at a red light

“he’s too smart to go along with the idiocy.” 

“he said something to me today.”

sicheng swallows, you catch his reflection in the car mirror

“he said you don’t only show up for the cherry ade....to the farmers market i mean, do you -”

you sit up straighter and your grip on the basket of leftover drinks tightens

“do you have another stall you like-”

“it’s you.”

the car starts moving again

“me?”

he seems to come out of his tight skin for a second, rolling his shoulders back but never letting go of the wheel

he keeps his eyes on the road till you get to your house, you have no idea how he remembers where you live, but you ask again before you get out

“me?”

finally sicheng turns to you and in the close proximity you see how the two years of age has made him more defined 

“there were things about this place the i missed when i left, but i -”

he lets go of the wheel

“but i was surprised when i missed you.”

the night sky has come out fully now, which is weird - not much time seems to has past

“oh, i -” it had never occurred to you if you missed him too. maybe part of you did, subconsciously, because when you saw him again at the market you had felt more whole than before.

“don’t worry about feeling the same-” he sighs, voice smaller than before but still deep “i just wanted to let you know because my friends will probably open their big mouth-”

“can you kiss me?”

sicheng obliges, with only a second of hesitance, and it is slightly awkward because it’s over the middle partition and all and you’re holding the basket of unsold drinks

but it’s nice and it tastes like summer

and when he pulls back you say thank you out of sheer disorientation and happiness

only in the morning do you realize, i left the bike in his trunk!

you are ok with walking the two miles and you ready yourself for it but when you leave your house parked out front is sicheng

your bike is out of the trunk but when you put a hand on it he offers instead to drive you to the market

that way you can carry more drinks and he’ll drive you home after it closes too.

“you don’t have to do all that.”

“i want to.”

sicheng gets into the routine of doing it for you everyday, you insist numerous times that the bike is fine, but he never seems to fully listen

the only repayment he ever asks for are cold glasses of the cherry ade

and sometimes one more of those short, sweet in-car kisses

one morning as you’re walking out to meet him again he asks, gently, if you can skip this one day at the market

“why?”

“i thought we could go do something together.”

you agree, he could have just said date - you think with a little laugh to yourself, and are surprised when sicheng drives you out and down to the lake

there’s a sectioned off area for an outdoors cafe and when you both order the same cherry flavored drink, you note it as a coincidence

when it arrives, sicheng takes the first drink

“your homemade one is better.”

“i think you’re a little biased there.”

you feel him outstretch his long legs under the table, his ankles on either side of yours

the lean a little onto you, not too much, just enough minimal contact

“will you ever tell me the secret ingredient for it?”

he asks and you put your hands down on the table so they’re also just in reach of his own

he seems to get the signal and puts his hands down too, pinkies brushing pinkies

“if i decide you deserve to know.”

he sits up, “what’s the criteria for being worthy?”

you look away - out onto the lake 

“telling you would be cheating.”

“well, i have all summer to figure it out then.”

the rest of the date, as you are sure that’s what it is, goes so comfortably that it almost is like sicheng had never been gone for those two years

it’s as if you’ve seen him everyday and he’s held your hand everyday and he’s admired you when he thought you couldn’t notice.......everyday

when it finally is time to walk back to the car for the drive home

he stops and says with an almost delicacy about it, that you two should have a first - real - kiss

he keeps his hands to himself when he says this and you can tell he’s trying to be careful with you

you don’t like that, and so you take his larger wrists and drag him toward you until you place them where you want them - on your hips

you look up at him and his pupils seem just a bit blown out

“you said a real kiss right?”

you lean in first, which catches sicheng by surprise, he makes another sound of it when you tug his lower lip between your teeth

his fingers curl a little into the fabric of your shorts and you mutter before you break apart that you are not a glass bottle of cherry ade, he doesn’t have to handle with too much care

from then on it is a flurry, the rest of the summer still has you working the farmers market but you spend too many ‘breaks’ in between kissing with sicheng pressing your back up against a hidden wall or a tree

when some of the farmers or other stall owners catch you, they rush away and giggle when you pass by during closing

one of the local florist stalls corners sicheng before he makes his way over to you and insists he give you this bouquet

you set it up beside your cooler and sicheng takes a long drink before he joins you behind the table

he watches you play with his fingers while you wait for customers and although he tries to poise himself

in five minutes time he asks if you can take another break

with his lips on yours you get that aftertaste of cherries - and you love it

on the night you have you first complete sell out, all bottles gone, you say you and sicheng should celebrate

he assumes you mean go out to dinner or something but you tell him to drive you home now

and when he parks you take his hand in yours and lead him inside

the middle of the summer is the hottest and the stickiest and you leave the window open regardless of what the neighbors might hear because of it

sicheng, though you warned him to not be all too careful, is so considerate the whole time you are the one who has to pull your own shirt off first and everything else with it

in front of wide, flustered, and slowly darkening gaze of him

when you wake him up the next morning, he’s groggy and gives you a little sound of protest - you sit in your bed eating cherries and then tell sicheng you can tie the knot with your tongue

he watches you do it and before you can finish, he pulls you back down ontop of him

the summer’s sweetness of sicheng and your cherry ade continues until you start to realize the nights are getting longer and cooler

and the questions dawns on you

is sicheng here for good? or is he going to leave again, for another year, or two, or three?

you feel weird about asking him, because if he wants to go then you don’t want him to rethink it at the expensive of you

so you don’t - not until it’s the last day of the farmers market and you are standing beside him with his hand on your waist and you go

“are you ready to hear the secret ingredient?”

“oh - i finally deserve to know?”

he nuzzles a kiss against your ear

“i want you to know it before you.......if you leave, i want you to know it if you leave because i might not be able to tell you-”

his hand drops and you realize this is your fear coming to fruition 

“im not leaving.”

you turn, so fast you almost knock the cooler over but sicheng catches it before the glass bottles can go tumbling to the ground

“you’re not?”

“no. i don’t have any reason too because there’s something here i want to stay for now.”

he props the cooler back up and catches you still looking at him, he smiles softly

“unless you want me to go?”

“no!” you throw your hands around his neck and pull him down into a kiss that he has to stop because you are still in public

“then i wont go, i didnt plan on it and im not going to change my mind. i promise.”

he adds and you nod, an assurance coating the the doubt and terror that had built a home within you

“oh- the secret ingredient is-”

you lean up to whisper in his ear and he stifles a chuckle and a unsatisfied, ‘really?’ 

you pretend to be offended, but nod - “yes. really.”

“well i feel honored to know.”

his hand settles back on your waist and you lean into his side,

“you should be. you’re the only other person on earth right now who does.”

you remember liking the sound ever since you were young, much has changed since then, but you still like it now - that sound that seltzer makes when you drop something into it

you think sicheng has grown to love it too

standing behind you in the kitchen as you cut fresh cherries in halves and he watches

hands on either side of you - wedding band gleaming

“your hands are all dirty-” he mumbles and you take the diced cherries and plop three at a time into the glass bottles

the rest you feed to him over your shoulder, one for him - one for you

“ill wash them after im done.” 

he takes one of your hands and kiss them, you swat him away and tell him to go take the tray of glass bottles to the dining room

all your friends are there waiting patiently, all older, but all still together

hendery claps his hands and you hear it from the kitchen

he takes a bottle and goes, “isn’t this the real reason you married them sicheng - all the free cherry ade in the world.”

you hear a sound and kun grumbling the words, “don’t be dumb hendery.”

you laugh and turn the water on to wash your hands - you don’t hear it but xiaojun whispers to sicheng

“so - what’s the special ingredient, did they ever tell you?”

“i bet it’s love or something, right sicheng?”

ten snorts and sicheng looks through the room at you, standing in the home you’ve built together, smiling to yourself

“you could say it’s something like that.”

[wondernimbus]

stressful times — fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

request #1: Can I request soft Fred Weasley comforting his girlfriend when she’s not feeling well/on her period and falling behind in classes/ homework? Pretty please 🥺

request #2: Can you write a Fred x reader where the reader is on her period while at Hogwarts during a time when a lot of tests are happening and she needs to be studying but isn’t and Fred notices cause usually she’s like Hermione and always does homework/studies and he figures out why she isn’t and helps her feel better? 

a/n: THIS IS WAY OVERDUE IM SORRY but i decided to combine these 2 reqs bc they were pretty similar !! 

[Y/N] is stressed.

School has never been a piece of cake for anyone��not even for Hermione Granger, who is one of the brightest people at Hogwarts, and certainly not for her, one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Chasers, and on top of that, a prefect currently studying for her N.E.W.Ts.

Wood expects her to practice out by the Quidditch pitch every free period in preparation for the upcoming match against Hufflepuff. This goes for every member of the team—even the ones who, like [Y/N], are studying for the so-called "big exams". And despite [Y/N] wanting to do well in her tests, she also doesn't want to lose her position in the Quidditch team—so she goes to the practice sessions, anyway, even if it's at the cost of her sleep.

That—coupled with her prefect duties and schoolwork—is wearing her out. So far she has managed to miraculously plow through, but when that time of the month comes and she can barely even bring herself to get out of bed, [Y/N] begins to wonder whether giving up would be a better option.

She could do it. Drop everything and lay in bed all day for the next week or so with a bag of chocolates at her side and pillows cushioning her entire body.

She could—technically, anything in the world is possible—but she shouldn’t, because she has obligations. Prefect tasks; patrolling the corridors and making sure no first-years go astray in the Forbidden Forest (it already happened once—she's not going to let it happen again), N.E.W.T. revisions, homework, Quidditch practice, homework, and then even more homework—

The very moment she wakes up and feels the pain in her lower abdomen, she knows she is done for. She only barely drags herself out of bed and trudges to her classes the entire day feeling like pure and utter dung. Her entire body is sore and her entire mood cranky, but that hardly matters because she has homework to do. And classes to go to. And Quidditch practice and patrolling and studying and Merlin-knows-what-else.

The sourness of her mood doesn't go amiss by any of her friends, and certainly not by her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, who automatically just knows when something is out of the ordinary with her. And while her friends decide to leave her alone after noting her less than pleasant mood, Fred does quite the opposite.

Which is, of course, no different from what he does everyday: stick by her side like glue. And while they'd been best friends for a while, it's only been a few months since Fred finally sucked up the courage to ask her out. So naturally Fred has very little experience with, ah, women’s dilemmas.

To put it simply, he doesn't know how to deal with a girl on her bloody (no pun intended) period. For the love of Merlin, he can't even tell.

So he's a little surprised and his feelings are a teeny bit hurt when he nudges her in the middle of Charms class and whispers, "Was that an earthquake? Or did you just rock my world?" only for her to shake her head without even as much as looking at him.

And so Fred's thought process goes like this: he's done something terribly wrong. He doesn't know what, but he must have, and now he has to make up for it—whatever it is.

First, though, he has to figure out what.

—

It's midnight. [Y/N] doesn't know how on earth she managed to get through the entire day without passing out, but she did and now here she is in the nearly empty common room, sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace with several sheets of parchment and open textbooks splayed out before her.

Jotting down History of Magic notes, her face is scrunched up in the utmost concentration. Fred watches her from where he's sitting on the couch, pouting a little.

"Don't you think you should be resting by now?" tries Fred, the concern in his voice audible as his gaze darts from her to her homework.

She doesn't respond. Fred sighs and gets up off the couch to sit down next to her on the ground. But even then, she doesn't look up from her homework, so Fred takes matters into his own hands and reaches out with his hand to gently cup her cheek, trying to tilt her head towards him.

"Not now, Fred.." she mutters, leaning away from him a little to keep writing. His hand hovers in mid-air, fingers now just barely brushing her face as she's moved away. "I have to.. finish this.."

Her tongue is poking out in concentration as she almost feverishly moves her quill over paper. Fred tries not to feel too dejected and lets her be, waiting until she's broken out of her trance enough to grab her attention again. In the meantime, he props his elbows on his knees, the pout on his lips very much evident as he watches her work. He still doesn't know why she's been acting so distant, and no matter how much he tries to mull things over in his brain, he still doesn't know why exactly she's angry at him. Or if she even is angry.

Was his pick-up line really that bad? Could it maybe be because he'd kept trying to play with her hair in potions class the other day? Or is it because of what he did last week, when he’d talked McGonagall’s ear off about how wonderful a girlfriend he had? Maybe Fred should've been a bit more considerate—[Y/N] has always been a teacher's pet, after all, and he knows that the teachers themselves were surprised when they found out that she was dating him, one-half of the devious Weasley twins who had six O.W.L.s combined..

[Y/N]'s hand stills, and for a moment Fred thinks she's finally finished her homework, but her shoulders have bowed a little and her eyes have closed. The effect this image has on Fred is instantaneous: the pout on his lips is replaced quickly by a fond smile as he lets out a quick breath of slightly dubious laughter and moves to gently tap her on the shoulder.

Slowly, slowly, her eyes blink open.

Another tiny laugh. "You fell asleep for a second there, love," says Fred softly, hand moving to touch her hair, and he's so bloody endeared by her it hurts. Voice a mere mumble like he’s afraid of speaking too loud, he says, "Reckon we should turn in for the night, yeah? You and me both."

There's silence as she exhales, leaning into his touch almost unconsciously as her eyes close and her shoulders slump. "I'm really tired," she tells him quietly, nose wrinkling a little as her mouth stretches open in a yawn. (Good grief, Fred's heart aches.) He scoots forward a little into her, gathering her into his lap where she almost automatically curls up, head on his shoulder and her lips just barely grazing the side of his neck.

Fred can't even remember what he'd been agonizing over just moments before. All his fluttering heart cares about at the moment is his sleepy girlfriend, who's shifting a little in his lap to get herself more comfortable, mumbling something inaudible in her half-asleep state. He has to physically suppress himself from throwing his head back and laughing out loud, because something about the situation he's in is making him feel oddly euphoric. He only has to think about if for a few moments before he realizes why: it's because of how adorable she's being. And Fred’s heart might be melting in his chest—should he be concerned?

"I'm gonna carry you up to your dorm, okay?" says Fred, tone just loud enough to make himself heard but quiet and soft enough so as to not jar her awake. He feels her nod a little against his shoulder. Carefully, he gets to his feet, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back the way a groom would carry his bride. (The thought crosses Fred's head very briefly and just like that he's smiling goofily to himself.)

And the moment is romantic and intimate in a quiet, calming way, until Fred makes the big mistake of murmuring, "I'll fix up your homework and bring it to you so you can work on it tomorrow" and [Y/N] quite literally freezes in his arms. Her entire body goes rigid.

"Homework. Oh, crap." Fully awake now, she lifts her head off of his shoulder, looks back at her pile of homework still on the ground, and then, her panicked eyes meeting his, she says, "Oh, no. No. I can't—I've got to get it done now, Fred."

An incredulous sound tumbles past his lips. "I could've sworn you were asleep two seconds ago.”

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds before peeling them open again. Fred notes that the bags under them look even more pronounced up close; something that has him frowning at her. “Put me down, please? I really have to get that essay done."

He huffs, shakes his head, and starts walking towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory. "What—" [Y/N] yelps, looking up at him with an expression that suggests he’s admitted to strangling a rabbit. "Fred, I said put me down—"

"And let you work yourself to death? No can do, love." Fred looks down at her, lips pressed together in a sorry smile as he shakes his head. He lifts his gaze back away from her as he begins climbing up the steps, trying not to jostle [Y/N] too much in his arms. His tone sing-song, he says, “You need to rest. The essay can wait."

[Y/N] opens her mouth to predictably retaliate, but Fred stops halfway up the staircase and presses a kiss to her lips, effectively cutting her off. At first she’s stiff, but it only takes her a few seconds to relax and melt into him.

When Fred pulls away with one last peck to the lips, he smiles down at her, eyes twinkling. “Have I changed your mind with my superior snogging skills?”

Unable to help herself, she lets out an exasperated laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. But even then her gaze lingers on her homework, still on the floor in front of the fireplace—totally not yet finished—

“But I’ve only got a few pages left to go,” she says in one last stroke of adamancy.

”And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay up all night without getting enough sleep?” They’ve reached the top of the staircase now, and Fred is fumbling with the doorknob of her dorm room, trying to open it with one hand without having to set her down.

“But Freddy.”

Fred pauses trying to open the door, lips unconsciously twitching up into an incredulous grin as he raises his eyebrows at her. Of course she had to use his one big weakness against him—he loves when she calls him Freddy. Or perhaps love is a severe understatement, because he always goes all putty in her hands whenever she sings it into his ear or shouts it at him from all the way across the hallways.

But Fred isn’t having it, not this time. “But [Y/N],” he mimics her tone, still grinning, and the voice in his heart tells him to peck her lips again, so he does. “I'm telling you, love, you need sleep. And besides, we’re already here—once I get this door open—aha!”

The door clicks open and reveals behind it the dark seventh year girls’ dorm room. Fred peers inside, unsure as he steps a single hesitant foot through the door, and then he withdraws back into the landing. “Suppose I'll have to drop you off here,” tuts Fred. “Can’t really barge into an all-girls dorm room in the middle of the night—even when I’m with you. Mum would have my head.” Gingerly, he sets her down on the ground, making sure she’s standing up completely before he takes his hands away. Grinning, he holds his palm out towards her and says, “That’ll be twenty galleons.”

”I didn’t even ask for—“

“A kiss, then.”

And her incomplete homework is still lingering in her head, bothering her—she really does need to have that done at least before breakfast tomorrow—but Fred is standing in front of her with the same playful smile that [Y/N] has never learned to resist so she sighs and stands on her tip-toes, places her hand on the back of his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Fred is smiling—she can feel it against her lips. Eventually she starts smiling too, unable to help herself. When she pulls away, Fred cups her cheeks in his hand and pecks her forehead—and then her nose, and her cheeks, and her eyelids, and then she’s laughing, saying, “What are you doing?”

Fred lands another kiss to the tip of her nose, then drops his hands back to his sides. “You look far too lovely for someone in dire need of sleep.”

At the mention of sleep, a yawn tears its way out of her throat. Fred has to restrain himself from doubling over and sobbing because Merlin’s beard was that adorable.

”Fine,” [Y/N] says through yet another yawn, hand coming up to rub at her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I am tired.”

Fred gasps far too dramatically. “Who ever could have guessed?”

[Y/N] may be sleepy, but she still has enough strength within her to reach out and shove him lightly by the shoulder. Fred is as theatrical as always; he clutches the spot where she’d touched him as though he’s been fatally wounded.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. Another yawn. Fred drops his act and shoves his hands into his pockets, expression somber as he looks at her, eyes dancing over her own tired ones. “Go get some sleep, alright?”

She purses her lips, shoulders slumping in defeat as she nods. “Okay. Suppose I’ll just try to finish it as fast as I can tomorrow.” And then, voice going soft, she says, “Thanks, Fred.”

Fred is so goddamned endeared.

“And. Um.”

”Yes?”

“Sorry about being so bloody cranky. I'm—“ she pauses, eyes darting away for a moment as she gestures wildly to nothing in particular.

Fred raises his eyebrows.

“On my period,” she mutters. “Have I made it awkward? I'm sorry. I just didn’t want you to think you’d done something wrong for me to be acting.. you know.”

Fred’s brows have risen so far up his forehead he’s surprised they haven’t disappeared into his hair. His mouth has fallen open a little in surprise; whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it certainly hadn’t been that. But part of him is relieved at the knowledge that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting like someone pissed in your tea,” says Fred teasingly. She rolls her eyes again—another yawn; the largest one so far, actually. He can’t help the fond laugh that tears its way out of his heart and past his lips. Reaching out, he places a hand on the back of her head and kisses her forehead. “Sweet dreams, love.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and nods into his chest, and Fred’s heart melts. “You too, Freddy.”

—

The next morning, [Y/N] wakes up to a mysteriously completed set of History of Magic homework and a bag of Honeydukes' chocolates on her bedside table.

[nalgenewhore]

storm

essar x lorcan, alternate canon au, domestic fluff, word count: 1556

Outside, the storm rages. The windows and cupboard doors rattle, the noise forcing tension to crawl up her spine. Essar sighs softly and turns over again, just as a clap of thunder erupts in the skies above. The female startles, immediately reaching for her bedmate.

As she stretches towards him, she hesitates, her eyes tracking over his slumbering face. He’s been so tired lately, what with all their preparations for the winter. She shouldn’t bother him, she thinks. With another sigh, Essar returns to her spot and tucks her hands beneath her pillow. She closes her eyes, but the flash of lightning is bright and they open a moment later.

She curses into her pillow, frowning in annoyance. Essar peeks out at her mate, who has hardly moved, except to rub the tip of his nose and wrinkle his brow. She turns her head and watches him, silent. Something in her chest calms as she continues staring at Lorcan, but she knows that sleep will still evade her. Carefully, the Fae gets up from her bed and pads across the mat-covered floor to the door of their bedroom.

Essar slips through the door and walks down the hall, Lorcan’s shirt falling to her mid-thighs. Her bright eyes trail over their cosy cabin, seeing the fire that glows in the coals of their fireplace. Before it, on a soft wolf pelt rug, her clothes are still laying rumpled from their… frenzy. A smirk pulls at her plump lips and Essar scurries into the kitchen, her body recalling his warmth. After her tea, she’ll curl up next to him and his presence will soothe her back to sleep.

The storm attempts to shake the house, but it doesn’t bother her as much anymore. Essar feeds kindling and larger pieces of wood into the oven, summoning her flame to set it alight. The heavy kettle is still halfway full, so she won’t need to fetch water for it. She puts it down on the metal surface and takes a mug down from the shelf.

She spins to the island counter, where they keep a collection of various everyday dried herbs to make their drinks. There’s a hand-sized mortar and pestle next to the collection. Essars plucks a small jar from the neat row and pries the cork off with an audible ‘pop’. She tilts it to the side, trying to determine how much of the tea blend is left.

A week or so ago, they traveled to the nearest village to stock up on supplies that were hard to come by, like specialty dried flowers and roots, dairy products like butter and a dozen pints of goat milk, eggs, flour, and sugar too. Their pantry is well stocked and Essar knows they don’t need to worry about starving over the colder months.

She takes a small linen bag and shakes some of the blend into it, then ties the drawstring closing shut and puts it in her cup. While she waits for the kettle to boil, Essar keeps her eye on the weather outside, watching it whip at their sheet-covered crops. A slight frown graces her brow. She doesn’t like to see their plants so abused.

It doesn’t take long for the kettle to boil. When its steam billows in the air, Essar lifts it off of the stove and carefully fills her cup a few centimetres beneath the rim. Then she lets it steep for a few moments as she hunts for the honey. She knows her love has hidden it somewhere. It’s a joking habit of theirs, wanting to keep the sticky-sweet treat all for themselves.

Essar finds the jar quickly and takes the teabag out. As she stirs in some honey, she hears steady footsteps tracking across the wood floor, made audible so that she isn’t scared moments later. Two big, tattoo-covered arms circle around her waist and his head comes down to rest his face in the crook of her shoulder. “Essar,” Lorcan grumbles, clearly displeased from waking up to an empty bed. He sniffs and presses his lips to the curve of her neck, his lips brushing against her, “S’matter, love?”

“Nothing,” she murmurs back, resting her free hand on his forearm. “Just can’t sleep. The storm.” Essar stirs in her honey and turns to look at him. Lorcan’s eyes are shut and she grins, leaning back against him. She loves the way his shoulders curl around her, protecting her.

He hums, “Why didn’t’cha wake me?”

“You… you were sleeping. And you’ve been working so hard lately.” Heat blooms across her crescent-shaped cheeks, knowing that he’ll think her reasons ridiculous. The male leaps at chances to comfort her and fuss over her. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

Lorcan gently nips at her soft brown skin, his elongated canines scratching harder than the others. “You could never bother me, Tangaroa.”

She smiles and turns her head to kiss his temple, “Alright, darling. Would you like some tea?”

He sighs through his nose and lifts his head, humming lowly. “No, s’alright. Just wondered where ya were.” Lorcan taps Essar’s hip so she’ll turn and she does, her tea cupped between both hands. Lovingly, with such care, he brushes her wavy hair back and kisses her forehead, “Is it the storm?” His mate has never taken well to them. Storms don’t frighten her, per se, they simply disrupt her sleep and are a tiresome, stress-inducing nuisance.

Essar nods, “Yes. Come sit with me.” She reaches behind her to take one of his hands and neatly spins out of his arms, leading him to their living room. They bypass the large couch in favour of the armchair. It’s a snug fit, what with Lorcan’s towering stature. Essar is not a small being either – the top of her head comes just past his chin. Her legs are across his lap, her backside on the cushion beside his left thigh. Lorcan rests a hand on her thigh and eases his other arm around her waist, his fingers splayed across her ribcage.

She laughs when she sees his eyelids drooping and kisses the bridge of his nose, “Tired, are we?”

He smiles softly and nods. Blinking hard a few times, Lorcan sits up straight and strokes his thumb over her side as Essar sips on her sweetened tea. “Gimme a sip,” he implores her, nudging his chin towards her mug.

Essar smirks and arches a brow up while she moves her drink away from him. “Thought you said you didn’t want any.”

His grin widens, showing her those dishy dimples that they both know she’s weak for. “Just a wee bit, my love.” She rolls her eyes and concedes, letting him have a taste. In thanks, Lorcan kisses the curve of her shoulder before resting his chin atop her head.

She nestles into him and clicks her tongue, “Ya big thug. Stealing your mate’s tea. How shameful.”

Lorcan huffs a laugh through his nose and winds his fingers through her hair, his neat nails scratching her scalp. Essar melts instantly, near purring as her eyes become hooded and gently slip shut. Unseen by her, the male smiles a pleased smile, pride sparking in his chest at the sight of the female he adores happy under his care. Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes, staying curled where she is, and finishes her tea slowly.

He takes her empty mug and puts it on the end table, right next to a stack of books. “Feeling ready to sleep now?” Lorcan asks her softly, petting her hair gently. Essar hums and kisses the underside of his jaw.

“Yes, but… only if you… carry me,” she whispers, voice drowsy and sweet.

“Of course,” Lorcan tells her, hooking his arm beneath her knees and the other across her shoulders. He cradles her against his chest and stands smoothly, walking across the cabin. The storm seems to have lessened in its intensity, the strikes of lightning softer, the rolling of thunder gentler.

He bumps the door open with his hip and kicks it shut, remembering to not use full force. Essar is seconds away from true slumber, he can feel it as she becomes heavier and heavier in his arms, relaxing into him. He won’t do anything to jeopardise her rest.

The layered blankets and quilts on their bed are rumpled, pushed to the foot of the mattress. Lorcan sets Essar down and eases himself beside her. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and shifts closer to him as he pulls the covers over them.

Essar fits herself against him, stretching her arm across his waist and hitching her leg over his hip. Her head is rested against his chest. Lorcan runs his hand down her side and fits his hand in cradle above her hip, making the shirt she’s wearing bunch up. He rubs his thumb over her waist and she hums again, shifting so that her chest is cushioned against his.

He buries his face in her hair, smelling her gentle sea salt and tiare blossom scent. “I love you, Ess.”

More asleep than not, his mate mumbles an incomprehensible jumble of words, but he smiles all the same, knowing exactly what she’s saying. With all that I am, and with all that I ever will be.

<3<3<3

an: i realise i dont have a taglist for this so......im going to tag a couple people who i know appreciate essar n lorcan <3 let me know if u want to b added for future writings !

@sassyhobbits @hellasblessed @ladyverena

[taptrial2]

Deltarune

deltarune. (insert gif of queen run cycle here)

blorbo (favorite character)

QUEEN im obsessed with her. megamind looking woman. listens to bitcrushed music. just a silly motherfucker. lancer's mom. we are to be wed in june

scrunkly (my baby)

obviously lancer. i doodle him all the time, hes so fucking cute. his character on its own would be good, but his bonds with the people around him make him compelling and fun and especially bittersweet. a victim of neglect who still loves the one who neglected him very much. an isolated little boy with two fathers, one official and unofficial, neither of which take very good care of him (sorry rouxls). he has no friends even close to his age when we first meet him, and he has been formed as a person thus far by his father, who he both strives to be and naturally wants to separate from himself. meeting people who treat him gently and with kindness, people who encourage his interests (cartoony "evil"), people who love him in a new way he hasn't experienced before and is overjoyed to be experiencing.... god.

i am especially compelled by the wrinkle of susie outright saying in the first chapter that if she sees the king, she will kill him. that is lancer's only "true" family, his superior dad, and he doesn't want anyone to get hurt on either side, he just wants to keep everyone safe the only way he knows how, which is sending them to the prison. because people there are generally just... forgotten. but not further hurt, not directly, he knows that. seeing him so unwilling to hurt others and simultaneously having childlike problem solving skills is so, so, so great and heartbreaking and endearing. he's a sweet little boy, a bouncy little pumpkin, thrust into highly unusual circumstances. also his relationship with rouxls is adorable.

and god, the way his dad cast his son away onto his subjects, and lancer knowing that everyone just has to be nice to him because he's the prince. god. theres more i could talk about but i will stop. for Now

scrimblo bimblo (underrated favorite)

hmm..... see, this category just overlaps too much with other categories for me to decide on this, plus the fandom is big enough that every character has their own pocket of appreciators. i don't see enough content for sweet cap'n cakes though. k_k is my favorite i LOVE his design SO FUCKING MUCH and hes stupid. i would like to buy 300 bagels.

glup shitto (obscure favorite)

CATTI, i cannot WAIT to learn more about her. i hope we get to learn more about her soonish... she seems interesting already, with a family who doesn't take her seriously, her own job while still in high school, she's quiet and moody, her best friend is a silly jock snake.... already lots of layers. i demand more layers. NOW.

poor little meow meow (pathetic favorite)

i feel like people ignore how truly sad and fucked up ralsei is. like, he was just waiting there alone for so long. it's clear that there's Something Up with ralsei, but for now he just seems very. y'know. the whole "our existence is dependent on making others happy" thing is deeply concerning and makes me want to shake him by the shoulders and say LIVE FOR YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR LIFE HAS VALUE ALL ON ITS OWN!!!! we'll see how it pans out. hopefully he stops telling other darkners that their only purpose is to serve lightners - i honestly get uncomfortable when he does that. i believe it's intentionally uncomfortable, but sir please stop that, your lives all have value of their own :( pls dont tell that to my bouncy little pumpkin he is a gem. anyway that kind of thinking is true meow meow behavior.

horse plinko (character i would torment for fun)

KING. despite what i said up there about king, i absolutely love him, but in the way some people love spamton. i wanna put him in a jar and shake him until he turns into pulp. i want to roll his hamster wheel down a hill with him still running in it like a cartoon character. i love his stupid water bottle and how defensive he is about it. how DEADLY serious he insists on being... but he still lets the cracks show. he wants cashews from the store. he bounces lancer to comfort him when he is sad. he clearly has deep affection for his son, but affection alone does not a good parent make. he is neglectful and selfish, but he still loves his boy, despite casting him away. he contains multitudes, complications. his implied past relationship (platonic or romantic) with queen is hilarious, too - theyre so divorced and its a super fun dynamic seeing a super silly character and a hyperserious character bounce off of each other. they really do have a lot of comedic chemistry! also his design is super awesome and i LOVE the tummy mouth with the spade rope tongue thing. its badass. sometimes you just need a character to be a campy for the evuls villain so you can imagine kicking him down the stairs

eeby deeby (character i would send to superhell)

undyne unless she fucking resigns from her job. i love undyne so much but WHYYY is she a cop. WHY. I HATE IT. TO SUPERHELL WITH YOU

[hansolmates]

jjk; angel’s trumpet [08]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter–mentions of sex, a panic attack w.c; 4.5k a/n; can’t believe there’s one more chapter after this! (+the bonus chapter!) its such a bittersweet feeling to close this all up so i hope u all join me in my w2!jk sobbing party im making matcha cookies rn so i can wallow

[07] [08] [final] -> masterpost

Jungkook’s worried. 

After he left your apartment, he dove himself into his work and tried to get you out of his head. Somehow he ended up from his living room table to his bed, bleary and with a pen jabbing him in the cheek. He doesn’t know how he feels right now, and has micro analyzed every bit of your relationship in between breaks.

He fell fast, and loving you (as much as it scares himself to admit) was so easy it hurt. It’s why it’s so hard for him to accept that you would betray him like that. What could he have possibly done to deserve this? If you had just admitted your issues from day one, this crisis could have easily been averted and you would be with him right now. 

But that’s not why he’s worried. Jungkook wakes up the following day around 10AM, noting the dozens of messages and unanswered phone calls from Jimin and Taehyung. 

According to Taehyung, you’ve been missing for three days. Off-the-grid type of missing, to the point that Taehyung is debating on whether or not he should call the police. 

The first day you didn’t come home, Taehyung chalked it up as you spending the night at Jungkook’s. The second day however, he visits the library where your office hours are held only to find your usual table empty and your students upset over your lack of contact. 

“Here,” Doyeon had said, pointing to the vague email you sent. Taehyung skimmed through the barebones message, mentioning that you had to take an indefinite leave and that the students can email Professor Kim Namjoon if they still had lingering questions. 

Taehyung notes the sincere apology at the bottom, and how you tack on that “you are a wonderful group of students and I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.” 

Almost as if you aren’t planning to come back. 

He could hear Taehyung deflate on the line, knowing that Jungkook has no idea where you are either. 

“Did you…” Jungkook scratches his head, sitting at his kitchen table, “did you check her room for a yellow notebook?” 

“What?” Taehyung asks, “I checked her room yesterday. Y’know the weird thing is? Her room is clean, like clinically clean. There’s nothing on her desk, the sheets are washed, and her clothes are all folded and put away. Usually it’s like a whirlwind in here.” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook replies, remembering how your room is usually quite lived in, with warm sheets and a candle glowing. 

“Why aren’t you more stressed out, dude?” Taehyung says, and Jungkook instantly feels guilty. “Your girlfriend’s fucking missing, are you gonna get up and help or not?” 

“Y-yeah, I’m just a little shaken,” he manages to reply, thinking about how you tried to explain to him the other night. He pinches the bridge between his brows, regretting not letting you have your word when refusing to listen to you. Maybe if he heard it, things would have turned out differently.

Taehyung sighs, “Yeah, it’s a bit of a shock. She really isn’t like this normally, but I trust her. If you can, maybe contact Jung Hoseok? I already visited Kim Namjoon and he doesn’t know anything, but he’s the only friend I know that could have any idea.” 

Jung Hoseok. He remembers that name frequently in your notebook. Not as frequently as his, but enough to have a good idea he could be involved in your sudden departure. 

“Okay, I’ll visit him today.” 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

The tables that you usually occupy for study groups are painfully absent of your presence, noted by your stressed out students that are hoping you’ll show up unexpectedly. 

Thankfully, Hoseok is working today. Jungkook eyes him from the doorway of the playroom, seeing Hoseok carefully distribute plates of snacks as a movie plays on the flatscreen. He looks like a preschooler himself, decked out in a sunflower yellow bucket hat and denim suspenders. Jungkook tries to see if there’s anything strange emanating from Hoseok, like if he also has secrets to hide, but feels nothing of the sort.  

“You’re really creepy, Mister,” the door swings open to reveal a little girl, tugging impatiently at his cargos. 

Hoseok makes a face at Jungkook, rolling his eyes. “God, just come in. You’re scaring my children.” 

The little girl practically shoves him inside, forcing him to sit at the playtable on the very end. She then hands him a plate of cheddar Goldfish and strawberry fruit snacks, a toddler’s delicacy. Hoseok makes a show of telling the children to be quiet, focusing on the movie’s “historical elements” and “symbolic imagery” but they don’t understand any of that and just want Hoseok to move so they can watch Mulan. 

Jungkook feels like he’s being crushed in the too-small chair and Fisher-Price table, munching absentmindedly on his Goldfish. Hoseok is playing on his phone, not sparing him a glance as he texts someone. 

Jungkook swallows, wishing he had some milk to down the snack. “Uh, are you texting y/n?” 

“No,” Hoseok replies coolly. 

“Well, do you know where she is?” 

“I can tell you where she went,” Hoseok replies eerily, plucking a fruit snack from Jungkook’s place, “as to whether she’s still there or not, I’m not sure.” 

“I’m sorry, but are you mad at me?” he whisper-hisses, not wanting to disturb the children enamoured at the front of the room. He’s tired of the secrecy and blurry answers. 

“Yes, I am,” Hoseok snaps just as quietly, leaning in to get into his face, “I’m mad because I believed in you.” 

“Believed in me?” he gapes, “you don’t even know me!” 

“I may not, but I believed you’d trust y/n at least. She’s a victim too, y’know.” 

A victim? 

“Look,” Jungkook puts some space between them, afraid he would get too heated, “just tell me what’s going on so I can understand. I know I messed up, but I feel like I’ve been in the dark for God knows how long.”

Hoseok bites his lip, “It’s really not my story to tell. Y/n didn’t want to tell you right away because she wasn’t sure of the circumstances. She wasn’t sure even if she was supposed to tell you.” 

Jungkook watches the expressions morph on Hoseok’s face. He sees the faith in his gaze, as he holds his phone expectantly, as if he’s also waiting for a sign that you’re okay. Jungkook suppresses a sigh, looking at his own blank screen. Shaking his head, he manages to smile knowing that so many people believe in you.

So why can’t he? 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

You hate this. Three days ago you felt peachy keen, ready to transcend into your own universe and live your life to the fullest. 

Now three days later you’re sitting at the wine lady’s cottage, waiting for the past two days for her to show up. 

“How long does she need to go on this ‘spiritual retreat’?” you admonish, looking on angrily at the same waitress that has served you for the past two days. 

“I don’t know,” the waitress has grown tired of your presence, waiting all day in the little restaurant for the owner’s presence, “until she feels more spiritual, I guess?” 

It annoys you further that this waitress has the spitting image of Sehlyung. It’s weird to see her with natural pin straight black hair, always loving the pretty blond-white color and sacrificing her hair health for the bright hue. Every time she sees you still in the same spot, she makes it a point to roll her eyes and walk a little louder. This version of her is just as temperamental, unwilling to budge. 

You groan, shamelessly annoyed as you drop your head on your arm. “And are you sure there’s no angel’s wine in the bar? I’m willing to take the risk of switching lives with my third dimension-self at this rate.” 

The waitress eyes the one empty bottle of soju that decorate your side of the bar, chalking it up as a drunk episode. “No,” she says flatly, jerking her hand out. “Now, please pay and leave. We’re closing up, but I’ll give you a call if she decides to show up late. Since y’know, you’ve left your number here despite our protests.” 

“Can I stay until you’re at least done cleaning—” 

“No.” 

You narrow your eyes, snatching up your half-finished bottle of soju before tucking it in your purse and offering up your credit card in exchange. You know you’re not in the right mind, but you’re pulling at strings at this point and you don’t know what to do. 

After a couple paces of shaky walking and trying very hard not to appear tipsy in public, you plop yourself onto the beach, overlooking the shore. You place your backpack next to you, taking off your shoes and dipping your toes in the sand. 

You glare hard at the moon, despite the distance the big ball of extraterrestrial rock is bright and full. It reflects in the ocean and bathes you in it’s grace. 

Sighing at its beauty, you take a swig of your soju as your feet wade in the water. The touch of the ocean is glaringly cold, but your body feels warm and the contrast is appropriately jarring. You feel stuck between two worlds, your body in one while your heart is in the other, desperate to find the bridge to bring you home. 

What exactly was the goal in bringing you here? Did you need a break from your real life? Did fate want you to remedy your relationship with Jungkook? Were you supposed to rewrite the wrongs you committed in your other life? 

You snort, taking a long swig. It's easy to see how well that went. 

You miss your life back home. As much as you love the one your alternate self has made here, nothing compares to Sehlyung’s humor and dirty jokes. Nothing compares to the look on Beomgyu’s face after getting a sentence translation correct. Nothing compares to the way Jungkook looks for only you after a concert, desperate to give you a hug and an affirmation that he did well. 

Just as you are about to sing to the moon and beg for a reprieve, a body plops themselves next to you, snatching the bottle from your hands. 

“Y’know, normally when people run away, they leave a mysterious note.” 

You frown at Jungkook, who looks absolutely ethereal as he stares at the moon. He’s glittering in his denim jacket and black jeans, as if he’s part of an intimate moment in a slice-of-life film. You have half a mind to grab your phone and yell at Hoseok, but it’s far too late since your location has already been revealed. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying not to snap when Jungkook pours the contents of your drink into the ocean. “Hey, I paid for that.” 

Ignoring you he says, “I’m here to take you home.” 

“I don’t have a home here,” you snap, and you mean it. 

Jungkook digs a hole for your bottle, letting the sea green grass sit in the sandhole. He turns to you, looking weary and worried. You try not to feel worried over the slump in his chest, or the way he looks like he ran a marathon to find you. 

“Then where is your home?” he asks gently, resting an arm over his knee and turning to face you. 

You curl up further into your body, hoping you’ll shrink if you press your legs close enough to your chest. “It’s not here,” you mumble into your knees. 

“Tell me where,” and you don’t shove him away when he puts his palm on your thigh, coaxing you out of your shell. “I’ll listen this time.” Deathly slow, you lift your head up, letting him catch your stray tears and spread your body with warmth. He scoots over to you, the rough sand making it difficult as he tries to wrap his arm around you. The both of you let out a breath, missing each other’s touch. “I’m sorry,” he says, the apologies melting into your temple, “I should’ve listened from the beginning, and been more patient. It’s my fault you’re all the way out here.” 

The oceans crash against both of your feet, the water eager to swallow you whole. 

“Two months ago I got into a fight with you, the other you,” you start, and Jungkook doesn’t budge, and you’re thankful he doesn’t attempt to bombard you with questions, “it wasn’t a stupid fight. It was something building for a long, long time. And I came home drunk. One second, I was two seconds away from being sideswept by an incoming truck, and the next second it’s daytime and it’s you that nearly runs me over.” 

He rubs small circles into your shoulder, and you almost hum at his touch. You miss Jungkook so much. 

“The Jungkook I’ve told you about isn’t dead,” you explain, “he’s—and I’m, we’re from another universe.” 

And between you, Jungkook, and the moon you profess your journey. Starting from the anxiety you felt from the first week, how you holed yourself in your apartment until Namjoon had to whisk you out, to your relief when Hoseok believed your crazy ideas. Halfway through you decide to piece your theories within the story, your last conversation with Jungkook, coupled with the angel’s wine and explaining how scary it was to see your matching tattoos and the meaning behind them. 

“But, I wasn’t trying to fall in love with you so I could go home,” you admit tearfully, feeling the weight of the night on your shoulders, “it, it just happened naturally. It made me believe that in another world, we would’ve worked out. Just like he said.”  

“I believe you,” he says firmly, exhaling. The whole explanation, understatedly, is a lot to take in. But he isn’t going to reject it, in fact as absurd as it is it makes far more sense than you planning out a Jungkook-inspired sci-fi novel or questioning your sanity. “I—I didn’t want to at first. It was easier to say you were crazy but, it doesn’t seem like the case. The way you saw me that morning we met, I could see how much you cared for me—him—us?” he scratches his head, unsure of how he should refer to himself in the situation.  

“I don’t blame you,” you shake your head, “Namjoon wanted me to see a doctor.” 

“It must’ve been hard,” he states, “seeing so much of him in me.” 

“You are him,” you retort, looking up so that your noses are touching. There’s pain in both your gazes, equally upset at the circumstances. “I’m sorry you got the short end of the stick. I wish you could’ve met me, the other me, under normal circumstances.” 

“Remember what I said before?” he asks, lifting a hand to brush your hair behind your ear. “I said that our meeting was fate. And now I believe it more than ever.” 

You laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Y’know, Jungkook believes in fate too. He used to joke about hearing the bell when he found ‘the one’ like in Kimi No Na Wa.” 

Jungkook grins, “That guy of yours seems pretty cool,” he jokes, “let him know that in our case, the bell was my horn because I didn’t wanna run you over.” 

The whole situation is confusing, but you’re thankful that Jungkook seems to be at ease now that all your cards are laid out. 

“So does your Jungkook do film too?” 

“Uh,” you choke out a cough, “he’s actually a singer, dancer, producer, and films when he has the time. Mostly singer, the main one in a K-pop group. With Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin.” 

He gapes, “Kim Seokjin? The actor Seokjin? Damn he’s like, super fine—” 

“God this is so weird.” 

“So how many figures are they making a year? In the hundred-thousands, like six-figures?” 

“Er, more like eight,” you squeak, “and then some. But you put a lot of your money into donations.” 

“Damn babe, you downgraded,” Jungkook jokes, and you smack him playfully on the arm. “So that’s how you got the song, huh?” 

“Still With You? Yeah,” you say, running your hands through the soft sand, “it’s weird to live in a world without your music, byproduct of my job. It happens to be a big part of my life,” your eyes glaze over the ocean, “I missed hearing your voice.” 

“Y/n,” Jungkook threads his fingers through the sand to find your hands, “I’m really, really sorry I doubted you.” 

You disagree, “It’s a crazy situation. I don’t even know if I’m really sane at this moment,” you chuckle, “I mean, the time went by so fast. I would be paranoid because for you, it’s like being in a new relationship. I didn’t think it would be so easy to love you all over again like that.” 

“Neither did I.” Jungkook replies warmly, and he smiles when he sees you gaping. He leans over to press a kiss to your lips, a feeling long-missed. “And a little part of me knows he feels the same way, too.” 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

It’s almost 12AM before you return to your apartment, dripping wet because neither of you anticipated the sudden spring shower. You tumble in like wet noodles, giggling like children in hushed whispers as you struggle to find the lightswitch. 

The lights blare on for you, Taehyung’s fingers hanging by the toggle. His hair is wet from the shower, and he looks like he sees a Christmas miracle when he wraps you up in his arms, despite the protest of you being dirty with sand and salt. 

“You dummy, don’t ever scare me like that ever again!” he sobs into your shoulder, and you return the embrace as you pat his head comfortingly. 

“Sorry Tae,” you say, “had to do a little soul-searching.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, more like world-searching if anyone were to ask his honest opinion. But Taehyung is looking past your body to mumble a teary ‘thank you’ to Jungkook, and he nods his head politely. 

“Well next time you soul search, you better call.” 

“Done and done.” 

Satisfied that you are going to stay the night and not budge, Taehyung returns to his room. He gives you a good scolding however, and he makes you promise that you’ll give him the full story over breakfast. 

After that bump, Jungkook and you can’t keep your hands off each other. You two shower the grime off your bodies, taking turns shampooing and scrubbing. Even after you’re clean and towel-dried, Jungkook’s fingers fail to untack from your skin, pushing you eagerly to your mattress as he presses kisses along your clothed body. He’s singing against your skin, waxing poetics about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. 

“Jung—koo, Jungkook,” you say breathlessly, running your fingers through his damp locks, “Taehyung’s in the other room, we can’t be loud.” 

“Don’t,” kiss, “give,” kiss, “a fuck,” Jungkook pants, large hands trailing over your soft skin, memorizing every inch of you, He presses his length against your thigh, insistent, “if this is the last time, we’re going off with fireworks, baby.” 

And with that, you relent. It’s nothing short of electric, the way he takes great care but great power into your pleasure. He takes his time, as if it isn’t the first and last night, tracing every inch of your body because he doesn’t know what the future entails for the both of you. 

You’re equally stung like live-wire, wracking with pleasure as he seals his affirmation to you with sweet nothings, bodies pressed against each other feverently like they’ve always meant to be. Every bit of contact is purposeful, unbridled and overflowing with affection. 

When you’re done you’re both sweaty and almost painfully content, acceptant of the ambiguity of your futures. 

“Jungkook?” you ask, holding his hand tightly.

“Yes, pretty girl?” 

“Will you… fall in love with me again?” 

“Is that even a question?” he balks, leaning forward to peck your nose. He smiles at the way you scrunch your face. “Your office hours are 1-3PM, Mondays and Thursdays in the general library. If you’re not there, you’re teaching the History of Neuroscience in the ARC building on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10:20 to 12:10. I also know where you live, so.”  

You don’t care how sweaty you are, and tuck your head underneath his chin, needing to be closer. 

“I will find you,” he promises, “hopefully not under my bike the second time around, but I’ll take what I can get.” 

“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do, y’know,” you sigh into his chest, feeling it rumble as your hair dampens. Your hair has dried long ago from the shower, but you know Jungkook’s trying hard to be strong as he cries into your crown, “you should leave before I wake up, just in case.” 

“Hoseok and I will handle it,” Jungkook assures you, “we’re like the Power Rangers, defenders of space and time.” 

“Alright Red Ranger, make sure you’re at least clothed before I wake up, then.” 

He pulls away lightly, seeing your equally red-rimmed eyes and ruddy cheeks. Both of you bump arms as you try to wipe away each other’s tears. The moon continues its power over your bodies, the only source of light in the room. Despite its movement since your time at the beach, it continues to illuminate the room and make the moment glisten with the rhythm of time. 

“You really think this is the end for us, huh?” his voice cracks, his hands cradling your face. 

Stretching to reach him, you press a kiss on every available centimeter of skin on his face. His forehead, his cheeks, his chin, his lips. You take care to kiss the tears away, silently wishing nothing but the best for him. He immediately melts into your touch, and he gives you a teary smile. 

“It’s not the end,” you assure, “it’s our beginning. Thank you, for loving me.” 

Jungkook nods, pressing a long, sweet kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to fall in love with you again.” 

The two of you sleep like that, not with a goodbye, but with a promise. 

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W1. 

When you wake up, it’s loud. 

The transition is jarring, painfully so. Gone are your soft flannel comforter, replaced with dry, scratchy sheets that are a poor excuse for bedwear. Your hands are heavy, bounded by the fluids snaking into your bloodstream. Your eyes are crusty and bleary, taking in the plain white and wood room. The sharp sound of the monitor reverberates in your ears, a high-pitched reminder of your slow vitals. 

Everything is painful, confirming that in fact you did get hit by that truck. You give props to your alternate self for dealing with this for the past two months. 

Your eyes dart around the room, taking in the night sky and the full moon looming above you. The only other person in the room is your baby niece, who is just short of five years old. She has since ceased coloring at her little table, her little mouth gaping open like a pufferfish. You make eye contact with her, and she nearly spills over her 64-count Crayola pack as she throws herself off the chair, running over to reach for your hand. 

“Auntie!” she cheers, the biggest smile on her face, “you’re awake! Mama said you were hibernating like bears do, and that you would probably wake up by spring time. She was right!” 

Although it pains you to smile, you manage to squeeze her hand in return. You open your mouth, the inside feeling tacky and gross. “Ah-ah,” you grimace when no sound comes out, just rasps and ghosts of what once was your voice. 

Your niece’s face crumples, and she lets go of you. “Imma go get mama, she’ll bring help!” 

She leaves you alone to succumb to the beeps of your monitors and the pain in your bones. Your fingers grapple the paper-thin sheets, and your gaze drifts to the moon. You think of Jungkook, sleeping blissfully in bed, holding you with so much tenderness and care. In a matter of what felt like minutes since you fell asleep in his arms, disappears just like that. 

The doctors and your family find you hysterically crying, the monitors going crazy as you hyperventilate yourself into a stupor. You feel like you’re choking on air, whatever little tubes in your body restricting access to fully express how torn and conflicted you’re feeling all over again. The medical expertise does work to evacuate your family, chalking your reactions up as your trauma catching up to you and the shock of the past two months hitting you full force. 

•━━━━━━»•»💮💮💮«•«━━•••

It’s nearly 3AM when the music cuts out with no explanation, and Jungkook is annoyed. He just got that set down and he finally felt confident in adding facial expressions, but the manager killed the music and now his head is spinning. 

He’s heaving, hands on his head as he tries to get his body back to equilibrium. He watches intently as Namjoon immediately takes the call, not even bothering to leave the studio to answer it. The rest of the members watch as Namjoon’s expressions morph into happiness, combined with short “yes”es and “I understands.” 

Namjoon makes eye contact with Jungkook first and beams, “She’s awake!” 

What originally felt like a hot and stifling room, immediately dissipates into an air of relief. While not all the members may not know you personally, the thought of a fellow co-worker on the road to recovery is enough to ease their exhaustion. 

“What?” Jungkook doesn’t hide it, and collapses on the floor, thoroughly spent for today. “Is she okay?” 

“Well, she actually just passed out. But she’s conscious.” 

“What, why?” Jimin asks, rolling a water bottle over to Jungkook. 

“Doctors say she woke up in a panic, started freaking out when it sunk in that she’s been in a coma since winter.” Jungkook’s heart squeezes painfully of the thought of you scared and feeling trapped in that small hospital bed. 

“Well, can we go see her in the morning?” Jungkook says hopefully, biting his lip. 

“We can’t,” Namjoon confesses, looking down at his shoes in disappointment, “at least not right now. y/n was apparently terrified. The doctors think she’s suffering from some form of PTSD, because she can’t recall anything that happened after she got hit. Her guardians are sending her to a facility for her to process her trauma. It’s in the countryside, and she’s not allowed visitors until she’s fully recovered.” 

Just when Jungkook thinks he has you back, you’re already far from his reach. He should be happy, knowing that you are well on your way to get better. He’s thankful enough that you’re finally awake. But the small, selfish part of him wants to visit you, and comfort you. 

Whether you’ll let him or not is your choice, but this time, he decides he’s going to fight for you. 

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Sleepless | Zuko x reader

A/N: this was requested like a week ago, i know :( school is kicking my proverbial butt at the moment, but i promise im working whenever i can to get new content for you all! i hope you will forgive me :( (also yes, i am working on another part for Teamwork, no need to worry)

Prompts:

13: I always sleep best when you’re next to me.

44: Why are you still awake?

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: there is a pretty steamy kiss at the end, but other than that, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

The fire nation palace felt so… big and cold, especially at night. It made you feel small and alone, and you usually found yourself clutching your pillow to your chest for dear life. You had been with the others during the war, helping the cause in any way you could, and even six months later, you couldn’t shake the feeling of general uneasiness you got when seeing anything related to the fire nation – especially when you were trying to sleep.

When the war ended, Zuko had asked you to remain behind in the fire nation with him. He needed help understanding cultures other than his own, since his nation and culture had been romanticized for him his entire upbringing. He knew very little of rituals, rites of passage, linguistic differences, and so on. Even the question of climate could be difficult for him to grasp at times, which made you laugh.

When the fire prince first suggested for you to stay, you were hesitant at first; leave your family behind, get used to this new idea of the nation which had haunted your nightmares for so long, and being mostly alone in your situation hadn’t sounded appealing at all. However, once Aang agreed that you really could do some good by staying, you begrudgingly agreed – you hadn’t spent all that time trying to help the world just to back out now.

So now, two months since your move to the fire nation and since taking up your new position at the fire lord’s side, you were staying in a palace which gave you nightmares. Zuko had been very kind to you, doing his best to accommodate you in a way which made you comfortable and happy, but the general unease you felt was far from his fault – he was more or less the reason you were there to begin with.

Of course, the crush you had been harboring on the boy since he first joined you in the western airtemple had aided in your decision to stay; not that anyone other than Katara knew the truth. He was just so… cute. Spirits, he would kill you for even thinking that about him, but you honestly couldn’t help it. He was awkward, but not in a creepy kind of way. He was really sweet and caring, and extremely understanding. He did his best to keep the mood light, without going overboard (cough Sokka cough). He had taught you so many things, seen so many things with you and you could just feel your heart yearning for his whenever he crossed your mind.

So, staring up at the ceiling – completely sleepless – you huffed out a sigh and a groan. You tossed your pillow aside and sat up in bed, putting your head in your hands. If you didn’t start catching up on your sleep soon, you were going to lose your mind. You groaned out loud, sighing again, and staring at the ceiling again.

“Damn it, I need to do something,” you muttered to yourself, getting out of bed. You slipped into a red silk robe and a pair of red slippers to aid your feet in not falling off, and started tip-toeing out of your room towards the kitchens.

Since you couldn’t sleep while you were here, you  had made a habit for yourself to go to the kitchens and make a cup of tea during the night. You usually then brought your cup with you into the library, where you could read up more on fire nation culture, so as to aid the fire lord better in his quest to make peace.

You were so used to your routine at that point, you didn’t even need to look for anything; it all just flowed smoothly, and you didn’t even make a sound throughout the entire process. Heating up the tea would have been difficult if some of the servants hadn’t been non-benders who needed some assistance to heat the tea up without bending, but you were in luck. Grabbing the jar with the jasmine tea, you prepared a pot and grabbed a mug, placing everything on a tray before sneaking the rest of the way to the library.

The doors were big and heavy, so you had to turn around to push with your back, since your hands were occupied. Once the door had slid open, you turned around to walk in, only to find Zuko already in there, pouring over a book on the sofa. You stilled, not really knowing what to do. Had he heard you enter? You had become quite proficient at sneaking the past few weeks, but you knew the man had excellent hearing, so him not noticing your entrance seemed unlikely.

Just as you were going to turn around and leave, Zuko’s head snapped up and his gaze met yours. Your body immediately came alive, blood rushing to your face and ears, and your stomach erupting with butterflies. You smiled bashfully at him, and opened your mouth to speak.

“I-I’m sorry, Lord Zuko. I did not know you would be in here at so late an hour,” you stuttered. You wanted to facepalm, but both your hands were occupied, so you just stood there awkwardly. “Uhm, I can leave.”

“N-no! I…” he started, sucking in a deep breath before smiling and continuing. “I really don’t mind your company. And please, just call me Zuko.”

You grinned at him, and he grinned back. “Sorry I went all formal and weird, I know we know each other, I just… haven’t seen you since you became fire lord, I guess.”

There hadn’t been any meetings regarding other nations’ cultures yet, and so you hadn’t seen Zuko since moving in; he had sent you a few notes, just telling you that you could come to him if you had any issues. It had been very sweet, and you had always sent a ‘thank you’ right back. Still, you had been a bit unsure of how to act in front of him.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed a little as you set your tray down on a table and went to shut the door. “I guess you haven’t, huh? I’m still not used to it, if I’m honest,” he grimaced, and you smiled.

“I hope it’s okay that I raided the kitchen for jasmine tea?” you inquired, and the boy smiled at you fondly.

“No problems at all, Y/N. I remember you used to drink a lot of tea, you said it was ‘good for your nerves’,” he teased, and you blushed again. “The staff informed me that a lot of tea seemed to be missing, I was suspecting uncle.”

You started apologizing again, but he just laughed and waved you off. After that, you both fell silent, and you decided to get up and find the book you had started reading earlier that week, but had never gotten to finish. You opened the pages delicately, searching for your place before finding it and settling into your usual armchair by the fireplace, which was lit for once. The entire time, you could feel Zuko’s gaze on you, studying your every move.

When you paused to pour some tea into your mug, you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

The boy blinked at you a few times, before shaking his head. “Oh, uh, nothing,” he mumbled, and you smiled back at him. “I was just wondering… why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged. For a moment he looked as though he was going to inquire further, but then he seemed to let it go, and no more words were spoken until he had to leave so he could get some sleep.

The whole interaction had been weird at first, but incredibly soothing once all the awkwardness had dissipated. His presence reminded you of… not simpler times, per se, but happier ones. Ones spent laughing with the first friends you had ever really had, friends who you were now missing so dearly. But having the comfort of one of them calmed you down enough that once you finally went back to your own room, you slept more peacefully than you had in a long time.

After that night, the two of you met up in the library at night at least three times a week. He was a busy man, but he wanted to make time for one of his dearest friends – and long-time crush, but he still maintained that part was irrelevant. He never thought you would like him back, like ever. It was a concept he didn’t even dare think about, for fear of getting his hopes up only to get them crushed later.

Three more months later, you had met up in the library during sleepless nights countless times. It had become a routine of sorts; he was usually there before you, since you were busy making a pot of tea to bring (now with two mugs, of course), and once you arrived, you would exchange a few words before settling down with a book each in comfortable silence.

The more times you met up, the more comfortable you became with each other. The first night had been spent with him on the couch, and you in an armchair – two weeks later and you were both on the couch. At this point, you tended to lean back against him on the couch as he played with your hair, still silently reading your own books. It was the highlight of your time in the palace, for sure.

This particular night, you were very tired. You even contemplated skipping the library, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, no matter how much your mind screamed at you for some rest. So as you sank down against Zuko’s form, his fingers running through your hair, your eyelids started drooping. You tried to fight against it, you really did, but it was no use; five minutes later, and you were out like a light.

It took a while for the fire lord to recognize that you were asleep – you were a very peaceful sleeper, no snoring or movement, and he was so content with you against his chest as he turned the pages of his book. Still, once he realized, he kind of panicked.

You were sleeping against his chest. He wanted to move you, carry you to your room or something, but he was scared to wake you. So for a while, he just stayed there, frozen. He didn’t even dare turn the page of his book for fear of stirring you from your – much needed – sleep.

After around 30 minutes, though, he realized staying like that wasn’t doing anyone any good. Your neck was at an awkward angle, his back was getting stiff, and honestly? The sound of your breathing was lulling him to sleep as well. He sighed, but carefully extracted himself from you before picking you up in his arms as though you weighed nothing. He decided to leave the tray with the mugs and kettle; you were more important. You slept soundly the entire way to your room, and only woke when Zuko carefully placed you on top of your soft bed. You didn’t open your eyes though, just stretched a hand out to get him to join you.

The gesture made Zuko freeze where he stood – were you really insinuating what he thought you were, or was it a dream? A hallucination born from the desire to be near you, perhaps? But when you sleepily whimpered his name, it was confirmed for him; you wanted him to stay and sleep in your bed with you.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked carefully, and at your huff combined with an intense nod of your head, he smiled.

Had he been less tired, he might have been able to resist. However, he was tired, and longed for your warm, soft curves to be pressed up against him. Maybe in your embrace, he could escape the nightmares that plagued him so. As soon as he was next to you and you both were under the covers, your tiny frame wrapped around his tall, muscular one, and you found sleep with a sigh.

He managed to kiss your forehead and wrap his arms around you before the darkness overtook him, his mind more at peace than it had been since early childhood.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky just burgeoning on a light pink, you suddenly woke. You were unbelievably warm, and even more comfortable. You were surrounded by the smell of firewood and pure manliness, which comforted you greatly. A few moments later, however, you found yourself nearly panicked; you were sleeping in the same bed as Zuko. How in the entire world had that happened?!

Of course you weren’t upset that he was there – if anything, it was like all your dreams coming true – but you had no idea if anyone had noticed his absence, if there was widespread panic, or, worst of all, what if he didn’t want to be there with you?  What if he was annoyed with you for falling asleep in the library?

You were broken out of your panic when the man in question groaned and stretched, automatically grabbing you and pulling him into you. You stiffened even further, not knowing how to react to the sudden affection he was showing towards you.

Once he realized he wasn’t dreaming, Zuko stiffened too. In his defense, this exact situation was very often part of his dreams; dreams where you were his wife, you had children together, and everything was more than perfect. It still felt that way when he had woken up, just as perfect as a dream, if not better.

“G-good morning,” you stuttered, deciding to break the silence.

“Morning,” he answered hesitantly, and the sound of his gravelly voice first in the morning damn near made you swoon.

After that, neither one of you really knew what to say. The sky was slowly brightening to include red, then orange, before yellow and white tones joined in, creating a beautiful gradient that signaled the start of yet another day. He didn’t want to break the silence, and neither did you. It was a thick kind of silence, and he was scared that breaking it would break the spell of just being together. Alone.

You both realized that you couldn’t stay like that forever, though, and after a while, you decided to bite the bullet.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep yesterday.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear nonetheless.

“It was really not a problem, Y/N. I’m just glad you finally got some rest, is all.”

His voice was still gravelly, but somehow felt smooth at the same time. He didn’t seem annoyed or angry, in fact he seemed perfectly content to remain exactly where he was. And he was.

“Well, I’m sorry you slept here. I didn’t mean to intrude on your resting time…” you mumbled, and he exhaled a breath.

“Y/N…”

You interrupted him immediately. “I mean I had no intention of falling asleep like that, especially on top of you! I just kind of, I don’t know, felt comfortable, and I’d had a really tiring day, and-“

“Y/N, I sleep better with you next to me,” he decided to inform you, interrupting your ramblings. When you gave him an incredulous stare, he laughed a little. “We used to sleep next to each other all the time. Granted, those were stressful times, but I think I got used to it. Even when the others weren’t exactly accepting of my presence, you always treated me with kindness. I guess I’m… comfortable around you. And I think… It may be because I like you. A lot.”

His words stunned you into silence. How could this perfect man, with more power than anyone would ever need, like you? He had always treated you kindly, and that was part of his appeal. Even when he was supposedly trying to capture the avatar, he had seemed a bit on edge, almost like he wanted to hold back. A few times he had held back, even though you could see how much it hurt him to do so. When he joined you, he’d had no issues carrying his own weight, even helping relieve some of the others’ burden. He had been so patient with Aang while teaching him firebending, and with all of you when it came to your slightly odd humor and hijinks.

In short, you loved this man, and in an effort to show him, you decided to kiss him.

Your lips seemed to meld with his perfectly. He took it slow and steady, caressing your cheek as he kissed you. Your arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they curled around the back of his neck, playing with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him a little bit closer.

The kiss was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of; he was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of, and he was more. His lips were soft and pillowy, he responded so beautifully to your kisses and caresses, tugging you closer and grunting with pleasure.

Zuko himself felt like he was dying. Spirits how he loved to kiss you, touch you, make you feel good. The way you played with his hair drove him absolutely crazy, and the feel of your lips was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt in his entire life. You were everything to him, and now that he knew what you tasted like, he could never go back.

Unfortunately, you had to pull apart eventually. You were both gasping for breath, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, but you were both smiling like idiots. Everything was about to change, but neither one of you minded in the slightest.

Being sleepless had never resulted in anything better.

[ladyideal]

Ficmas~ Day 16

Pairing: Eomer x Gender Neutral!reader

Word Count: 1022

Warnings: None.

Summary: You meet Eomer at a café, specifically yours.

Requested By: @keijibum

A/n: god I'm so glad I'm now halfway done. It's already like halfway into November now too. Lmao.

"Welcome to Mom and I! What can I get started for you today?" You called when the bell rang as a customer strode in.

It was December, and that meant a ton of new seasonal drinks that many customers would come in for. Mostly all too sugary, and bad for the teeth, but hey the more the merrier. Peering up at the customer, you looked crestfallen but kept a smile on.

He wasn't one of your usual customers, but no matter. 

"I'm new around town, what do you recommend for two?" The man spoke, ignoring your warm welcome. He fidgeted, glancing at his phone every few moments.

"Well sir, if you want something more seasonal, I would say the peppermint white mocha," You stayed professional anyways. He was a damn good looker. Judging by the faces of the rest of the other employees, they too thought the same. 

"I'll try it. Make that a medium on both."

"Okay," You finished ringing him up, grabbing a sharpie out. "And what is the name on the order?"

"Eomer."

An unusual name, but certainly not the most unusual ones you've met before. 

"Great, I'll call your name when they're done. Have a seat."

"Thank you."

Smoothing the stickers out on both cups, you set them to the side, watching out of the periphery as you watched him set his jacket on the back of the chair and sat down. Before you could continue ogling at the man, another customer came in and it was back to work. 

"Two medium peppermint white mocha for Eomer!"

He smiled a thank you, and you relished in the brief dimples as a reward. Dipping his head once, he sat back down once more. It was safe to say that how you were able to keep your cool around him, you would never know. Returning to work, you finally realized that he was expecting company. 

The crisp suit and tie, and the black jacket hanging on the back of the chair was enough clues. The stranger was all doled up, and dressed to impress. You smiled to yourself, shaking the can of whipped cream.

Yet the company never arrived.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

One hour and he was constantly on the phone.

An hour and a half ticked up. There he was with his laptop, typing away at his work. Feeling bad for him, you gathered up the courage to speak to him. 

"Hi," You greeted once orders dwindled down and night had descended, approaching his table. "Do you want me to warm up that coffee for you, sir? It must have cooled off by now.

"No need, thank you," Eomer shook his head, pausing the work on his laptop. "I was expecting someone, but they never showed up. So how about you have it for the rest of the night? It seemed awfully busy tonight."

"Thursday nights aren't too steady," You spoke, taking a sip at the offered mocha. "I'm sorry your date didn't arrive, maybe they got lost here. It's a small coffee shop, nothing like Starbucks or the big companies."

"Their loss," He shrugged, stowing his laptop away. 

"Here, why don't you take the rest of these chocolate cookies? They're all baked today, and would be less sweet than that drink you're having. It'll balance the sweetness out a bit," You handed in a small brown bag filled with warm cookies.

"Your shop is wonderful, and I'm glad I stopped by. I should get going, but it was nice knowing you. Have a great rest of your night," He shook the bag gently. "And thankfully you for these."

"Y/N," You supplied, smiling at him. "You too, Eomer."

For a moment, he faltered but turned away and made for the exit swiftly. Silently berating yourself for not giving out your number, you sighed and cleaned the tabletop without another sound. Perhaps it would've been too forward of you to do so, but it was better than the bitter regret just like the extra coffee. 

Yet it seemed as if fate had other plans.

Eomer would stop by regularly on Thursdays, order the peppermint white mocha, make an odd face on the first sip, before disappearing into traffic with a polite nod at you. For the other six days in the week, you tossed and turned of the cute stranger and the idea of why he ordered something so sweet when he clearly disliked it.

"Eomer," You grinned when the bell clang.

"Y/N," He greeted, stepping up to the register. "Just my usual please."

"Humor me for a moment.. I'm curious, why do you like it so much?" You asked, continuing when he was about to answer. "And yes I know that you make those faces each time you drink from the cup. There are others you could order from the menu, and that type of mocha will be ending soon anyways."

"It reminds me of you."

Smooth. You had to give him that. 

"I uh," You stammered, at loss for words. With a nudge from a nearby barista, you put in his order anyways. "Thank you."

"Look, I know I'm only in town only for the next few days before I fly back home, but I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner some time soon," He continued, counting the bills and adding a five into the tip jar. "It's the least I can do to pay you back for those cookies."

"Eomer, please. It was a gift. It's the holidays, and some people need extra cheer around here," You shook your head, despite your heart rate skyrocketing at the prospect of a dinner date with the handsome one. "I was hoping that after being stood up, you would feel a little better with them."

"That's not a no," He smirked, helping himself onto the bar stools in front of a side counter.

"I get off at seven. One of my employees is closing night. Anything you're interested in trying around town?," You asked, washing the blender. "I know there's a new malaysian restaurant down the street that I haven't tried yet."

"Of course, I would love to." He smiled, sporting those wicked dimples once more. "My turn, why the cafe?"

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