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love is sour grapes | theo. nott

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff, angst (if you squint), unrequited love but not really, everyone is an idiot, self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 5.9K

originally posted on ao3 on: 06/28/2022

"Uhm— would you like to—"

He turned to me calmly, the rest of his appearance devoid of emotions.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing.

Or Theodore is a quiet piece of shit and that leads to miscommunication and complicated feelings

Theodore Nott. The one constant thought that has been running through my head way too often for my liking. He was handsome, quiet, smart, lanky in all the right ways and never seemed to be engaged in a conversation —or at least one where he was talking instead of just listening and listening and listening.

Talking to him had always been one of my goals, it shouldn't have, really, it shouldn't. But somehow I had found myself more than just infatuated with him.

Theodore was an observant person, if he noticed me studying him, he never confronted me about it.

But, as my friend says it, Theodore Nott is sour grapes. Or, in better words, love is sour grapes. If this even was love that is.

"I think you should just talk to him," Hermione says kindly. "I still don't think that he would be good for you but if you fancy him that much then go ahead."

"If you want a death wish that is," Ron snickered. "Honestly, can't you have picked a better guy to fancy? I mean— Nott? Of all people."

"Do you want me to fancy Malfoy instead? Would that make you happy," I quipped, hearing Hermione hide a laugh between closed lips. "Or god forbid, you."

Ron face contorted to one of offense. "I'm notthatbad."

"Yeah sure," I murmured, with no malice. And turned to Harry who had been quiet about the situation ever since he found out. "What do you think?"

Harry shrugged, looking startled. "I don't know," He said first, and then. "I think you need someone better than Nott. You're friendly and thoughtful—" he paused hesitantly. "—and you're quite awfully pretty."

"Thank you, Harry." My eyes fell downwards with no real intention. I was none of those things. "But I don't think he'd agree."

"What does it matter if he agrees," Hermione said loudly. "Harry's right. You're all of those things. It's his loss if he doesn't go out with you. You're fit, incredibly so. I would be happy if someone like you were to ever fancy me."

If Ron had a reaction to those words, neither Hermione nor Harry noticed.

"Well," I said as a group of Slytherin walked into the Potions classroom. Potions would be starting any minute now, and I needed to head into class before Snape does. "I'll keep that in mind. If all fails, I'll just have to marry you, Mione."

With a final smile, I bid them a quick goodbye and made my way into class. The three of them heading to which ever direction they needed to be.

The class quickly starts, and Snape wasted no time in assigning me a potion to make. Invigoration Draught. The potion that energizes the drinker. How fun.

The ingredients were mostly easy to obtain. Peppermint, Honeywater, Stewed Mandrake then there's Dried billywig sting: my biggest nightmare.

I was only so tall and the shelves where the ingredients were stored stood so so high. I would've used a stool had it been free to use, but a Slytherin had already been occupying it and it would be rude if I were to take it away from them.

There was a cough behind my back, and then, a hand reached; over me and towards the exact thing I needed. Dried billywig sting: my new biggest enemy.

The person pulled back —jar filled with billywig in hand, and stood still as I turned to them. The jar had a decent amount of billywig in it, if they needed it I could still manage to ask for just enough for my potion. That is if they were kind enough to let me have some.

"Could I—" I paused mid-turn. There stood Theodore Nott in all his glory. Dark eyes, dark hair and facial features that looked like every part of him was chosen by Aphrodite herself, watching me with a raised eyebrow. "—uhm, could I have a few of those? I needed it for my potion but I couldn't reach it."

Theodore blinked once, looking unfazed and handed the jar over.

I blinked twice the time he did, opening up the jar; intending on taking out a few and handing it back over when he stopped me.

"I don't need it."

His voice.

"You don't?" I find myself asking, trying not to breathe too loud or to forget how to even breathe in the first place.

Theodore shook his head once. And reached up for something else. Had he seen me struggle and had gotten it just for me?

"Thank you," I tell him. Theodore nodded once, accepting it as it is. I think you should just talk to him. Goddamn it, Granger. "Uhm— would you like to—"

He turned to me calmly, the rest of his appearance devoid of emotions.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing.

Whether he was scrutinizing me or not, I didn't know. What I do know is that I was wrong and stupid. And my friends were wrong too.

He needed more than me. I might be friendly and kind and maybe quite awfully pretty. But Theodore needed more than me.

"You know what." I cleared my throat, smiling. "Forget I said anything. Have a good day, Nott."

•••

I had been down lately. My friends noticed that. Even Harry and Ron noticed it and they were as daft as they come. Whenever they asked me what was wrong I find myself telling them that I was just stressed over my O.W.Ls.

Which I was. But it was mostly a lie to cover up something I was more upset about. I had idiotically asked Theodore out and now I have to face the consequences of being rejected.

I think —in some ways— him having not even say 'no' or have given a clearer answer was more upsetting then if he had just said no out loud.

It was stupid of me to get my hopes up and think that anything else would've happened. It was stupid for me to even think I was in his league.

It was also late. I hated walking back to the common rooms in these hours but it was my fault for procrastinating my essay until the night before it was due so I had to rush the entire thing in an hour in the library. I had only hoped that Umbridge wouldn't punish me for being out pass curfew.

I had one more hall left to turn before I reached the Hufflepuff's barrels when someone shouted out my surname, halting me in my place.

Fast pace footsteps approached and then, donning from head to toe in pink was Umbridge. Fuck.

"What do you think you're doing out of your dorm at this time?" She asked quickly, her toad like face twitching with irritation.

"I was in the library and lost track off time," I quickly confessed. "I'm so sorry. My dorm's close by and I—"

"It was my fault professor." His voice. "I’d asked for her help and lost track of time. She was trying to head back before curfew but it seems like her efforts were to no avail. I can only hope you would excuse her and blame me for my faults."

Umbridge looked baffled. He talked? Theodore talked? She made that annoying noise that she can't seemed to get rid off. "Well." her voice laced with false kindness.

"I see no point in deducting any points." She then turned to me. "But I will be expecting to see you tomorrow for separating yourself from help at a time as late as this. Merlin knows, it's dangerous for a girl to wander alone at this time."

"Just me?" I asked, slightly confused.

Her eyes flashed with annoyance. "Do you expect Mister Nott here to be punished for wanting to make sure you got back to your dorm safe?"

That wasn’t what he— okay. Fine. Whatever.

"Now, go off," she said with a wave of her hand. "And Theodore, would you be so kind as to walk her back? I don't want to know the troubles she might cause when I let her out my sight."

Theodore nodded, doing as he was told and took a step forward. He looked behind his shoulders, his eyes meeting mine and tilted his head slightly: signaling that we should leave now before it gets worse.

I avoided Umbridge's eyes and stepped forward, trailing after Theodore. Detention. All because I was too lazy to finish my essay any other time I had.

I think I feel my eyes water. I think it feels harder to breathe. I don't know for sure how I feel exactly despite dejected and disappointed with myself.

If I had just made one different choice, I wouldn't have to have detention with the one professor known to physically harm the students. And to top it off, being walked back to my common room by the boy who recently rejected me whilst bottling up my feelings about everything I did wrong.

"You don't have to actually walk me back." I paid no heed to the crack of my voice. Theodore does though. "It's late." I pointed out the obvious. "You should go."

Theodore glanced at me quickly. His look was so quick that I suspected he had planned to only spare me a second of his time. But something about me, something about how vulnerable I must've looked, had him pausing.

"I shouldn't." He said slowly, his tone so attentively that it made me think that he had saw something in me that I never did. "I can't leave you."

"You can." I don't think I can handle being near him any longer, not when he was studying me so cautiously. "It's only a few steps away, I can assure you I'll be fine."

Theodore eyes flickered down the corridor quickly, finally tearing themselves away from me and looked forward, continuing towards the direction of my common room.

When we finally reached where we needed to be. Theodore stood back watching as I tapped the barrels carefully.

I looked over my shoulder once the path opens up. Smiling slightly when I found his eyes on me. "Thank you for taking the blame, Theo. You didn't have to and you did and spared me way too many house points. I really appreciate it."

He made a noise of acknowledgment, taking my word as it is. And then, as he was about to step away. "Goodnight."

•••

I think I hate life. I might be wrong but life sucks. Especially when you have to repeatedly write the same sentence over and over again with a magic quill that tears through your skin.

That can't have been a legal source of punishment but Umbridge made the rules so it was no use fighting her about it.

My hand hurts. Holy fuck, does it hurt. I don't even have to glance down at it for me to see my skin burning red, bleeding slightly. Curved out in the sentence. I will not be out pass curfew.

"You alright there?" Came a voice.

I looked up quick and abruptly, sure that I'll get whiplash from my actions; to find George Weasley watching me with interest. I smiled, subconsciously hiding away my hand. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" He followed up. "You don't look too good."

I nodded, trying to look as reassuring as possible. "I'm fine, just got a paper cut is all."

He fixes me a look of disbelief but let it slides. "You should go," he said with a small smile. "I think Ron's looking for you? Something about slimey snakes and what not."

"Oh." The sound slipped out. "Thank you, I'll go find him."

It was weird to see George without Fred but I decided that I didn't want to know why. They were probably setting up a prank and I had walked right through it.

Bidding George a goodbye. I continued down the corridor, turned the corridor and found the trio standing by with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott by their sides. This can't be good.

Is this what George referred to when he said Ron was looking me about some slimey snakes?

"There she is," Malfoy said with mild annoyance. "We've been looking for you."

"You have?" My eyes drifted to Hermione but she only shrugged, looking as clueless as I was. "Why?"

Malfoy took a steps towards me. "You've been with Professor Umbridge?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Why?"

"Did she give you the quill?"

What was he playing at? Why was he interrogating me? "Yes." I repeated. "Why?"

Zabini rolled his eyes and step up, seemingly having enough of Malfoy's dramatics. "Here." He handed out a bottle. "It's Murtlap essence. Suppose to help you with the cuts. Nott made it for you."

"He did?" I asked, taking the bottle of Murtlap essence from Zabini's hand. I turned to look at Theodore, finding his eyes glued to my bleeding hand that was grasping the bottle. Jerking my hand back, I smiled, thanking him. "Thank you for this, I really appreciate and for uhm— thanks again for covering for me last night."

Everyone —all but Theodore and I— brows raised upwards, surprised. So they didn't know about what had happened last night.

Theodore showed no outwards reaction, having just watch me with a straight face and patient eyes. Then he turned to Zabini and tilted his head slightly. Zabini seemingly understood, slapped a hand over Malfoy's shoulder and with a goodbye, steered the blond boy away.

"Bloody hell," Ron said exasperatedly. "Did that really happen?"

"Nott made you Murtlap essence?" Hermione asked more to herself than anyone else. "How did he even know you needed it?"

"I—" I stopped, glancing at my hand. "—I was out pass curfew and Umbridge caught me. Nott took the blame for it. I think Umbridge was too surprised with hearing him talk to properly acknowledge that he too was out of the dorms pass curfew. She said she won't take away any house points but gave me detention as a punishment."

"That's all?" Hermione said. "Why would Nott take the fall for it and then proceed to make Murtlap essence for you if there wasn't anything in it for him?"

"I don't know," I told her, shrugging. "He also walked me back to my common room and wouldn't leave me when I insisted otherwise."

"Do you think." Ron started. "Maybe that Nott fancies you?"

"No." I was quick to shake my head in disagreement. "He's doesn't. He's made that clear already."

"He has?" Harry asked loudly, brows knitted together.

"Yeah," I murmured. "That day I talked to the three of you. I asked him during class if maybe we could go out on a date sometimes and he didn't say anything. Not a yes. Not a no. Nothing."

"That's terrible," said Hermione sympathetically. "Honestly, what kind of person rejects someone then proceed to do things as if they cared for them."

"Hermione," said Harry cautiously, eyes shifting between me and her. "I don't think that does anything to soothe her nerves."

"Sorry." Hermione blinked in realization. "It's just— you deserve better. I don't understand a thing Nott's doing and I don't want you to get hurt in the process."

"He could be figuring out his feelings," Ron suggested making Hermione shoot a sharp glare his direction. Ron tsked. "I'm just pointing it out."

"Well it's not helping." Hermione said in an obvious tone. Her eyes drifted down to my hand, scanning the words then looked back up. "I think you should head back and take care of your hand. You don't want it to scar now, do you?"

I nodded, waving. "I'll see you at dinner?"

Hermione let out an agreeing hum and went on her way, Ron pestering her from behind. Harry hadn't moved though, looking at me with furrowed brows. "Could I maybe have some of your Murtlap essence?"

"Yeah." I handed it over. "I didn't know you had to endure Umbridge as well."

"Didn't think it was important to mention." He pulled out an empty ink pot from his bag and twisted it open, pouring just enough essence to not overflow it. Harry put the cap back on and handed it back over. "Don't tell Hermione or Ron, will you? I don't want to be a bother."

" 'course." I smiled. "I won't tell anyone."

•••

What are the chances that I get caught being out pass curfew twice in the same week. Pretty fucking high because I was once again being called out late at night.

Two sets of foot steps stops before me and it took me roughly five seconds to realize just how grave the situation was. Draco Malfoy stood tall and smug with Hannah Abott by his side looking tired —if a little irritated by Malfoy's presence.

"What are you doing out, badger?" Malfoy asked.

"I was heading back from the kitchens." Malfoy made a face and glanced down at my outfit that looked way too overdressed to be heading down to the kitchens.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." It was clear that I was caught in a lie. Goddamn you, Radiohead concert. "I must've lost track of time."

Hannah looked like she wanted to say something but bit her tongue. Not wanting any of her words to be counted as it being biased just because I was her dorm mate.

And then, as I waited to hear Malfoy state just how many points he wanted to take away from my house. He said with annoyance, "you can go." Unfazed to the look of surprise that showed up on both mine and Hannah's faces. "Tell Nott he owes me one."

•••

I don't think my head could —or will ever fully comprehend "tell Nott he owes me one." I don't know why exactly but that sentence feels way more ominous than it ought to be.

ott does not owe him anything for letting me go.

And I don't think I owe Nott anything for helping me be let go? maybe I could've phrased that better. What I meant to say is that: I owe Nott nothing for his friend's behavior towards me. At least I don't think I do.

But things works in mysterious way. Like how —despite how ironic I find it— Nott always find out a way to help me out during potions. Especially when it came to the ingredients.

Though that was the least of my concerns right now. My concern, for now, is revolved between the three books in my hand that I can't decide —for the life of me— which one to buy.

On other occasions I would buy all three and went about my day but I had only brought enough money for one book and food for the rest of the day at Hogsmeade, and my friend didn't seem like they'd be heading back to Hogwarts for extra cash any time soon.

I looked over my options once more, trying to figure out which one would be the bang of my buck.

Option one: All Or Nothing, a novel about a girl trying to navigate relationships with the people she surrounded herself with and see whether they would react differently when she gave them her all, and then; how they would react when she gave them nothing. 863 pages.

Option two: Glimpse Of Us, a novel about a boy who always —and I mean always, sees his ex in the girls he dates after her. 295 pages.

Option three: Listen boy, a cheesy novel about a girl who had little to no interest when it comes to going on dates with guys but when her roommate compliments her on the socks she wore, she finds herself wanting to do nothing but go on dates with them. 530 pages.

Both Glimpse Of Us and All Or Nothing seems like sad book. Maybe it's time for me to find some joy in my life —which seems to seize to exist after whatever happened between me Nott happened. As I turned, intending to put those two books back in their respective places. I was more than surprise to find Nott looking at me with a slight fascinated tilt to his head.

“Which is it?”

"Hmm?" I find myself humming. Should I pick All Or Nothing instead? Wouldn't that make me seem more intelligent than a book about a girl being in love with her roommate.

"Which one have you chose?" He clarified, and I might've imagined it —no I definitely did because, Theodore Nott's lips did not just curve up at all.

"This one." I lifted up whatever was in my right hand which just happens to be Listen boy. And there goes sounding more intelligent in front of Theodore. "It seems cute."

"Is that all?" He followed up and it's then that I realize he was wearing a forest green that had no reasons to make him look as good as it did. Green really was his colour. "Nothing more?"

"No." I shook my head. "Ideally I would like two get these two as well," I told him truthfully. "But I only brought enough for one —technically two, if I stretched it out but that would mean no snacks for the rest of the day so it's a no."

"I'll get it for you then," he says casually. Like it's something you say to someone you recently rejected. Like he was walking around, waiting for someone to tell him that they haven't brought enough cash for the other books they wanted. "Would you like anything else? I am more than willing to indulge you."

"No, I don't." I stop myself. Yes, I mean. Because I really did want other books, especially if someone else was paying for it but I know that my poor heart cannot handle it.

It is already breaking apart at how handsome he looked with his forest green jumper and black ironed pants. His hair, a usual dark brown, just the slightest tinge brighter under the sunlight (which is both a sight for sore eye and a rare view since I only ever see him in the dungeons, hunched over a bubbling pot and disgusting lightings) which flatters him in all the best way possible.

And no, my heart is not picking up a million paces over I am more than willing to indulge you in that very tone of voice, in that very set of clothes, in very set of lighting, by that very Slytherin that I could not seem to get over.

"You don't have to," I insisted, trying to not shiver under his gaze. He narrows his eyes and it says way more than words could ever say. He knows he doesn't, he wants to. Oh lord save me. "Maybe this one? It's cheaper."

"That was not my question," he said curtly. "I asked you if you'd like anything else, not which option was cheaper."

What are we even talking about now? Was he planning on buying me the three books in my hands and more or was he planning on letting me pay for my choice then pay for the others I couldn't afford.

Is my face that much of an open book? Because, without even having to say it. Theodore had already answered my questions for me. "I'll buy you the three in your hands and anymore you'd like. I'd buy you the whole store if you wanted me to."

I think I'm having a heart attack. Or dreaming. Or both. I can't tell. Maybe I'm dreaming while having a heart attack? Who knows. All I know is that Theodore Nott did not just say that. Did he?

"No." I shake my head quickly, maybe even too quickly. "No, I— these three are more than enough. I promise to pay you back when we get back to school."

Theodore fixes me a look. One ridiculing me to the point that I wished —more than anything— that I was a bludger being hit so hard I pass through the most oblivious of oblivions. I'm so sure that that would be less stressful.

"I mean it!" I press all three books to my side. "I promise, and I always keep my promise. I won't take advantage of your money, I will get it and find you as soon as I—"

I didn't see the point in finishing my words because he was smiling. And laughing. I think. It's a mixture of those two and it's so heavenly that I believe in everything ethereal alike.

Theodore noticed my silence, the side of his lips curved the slightest bit (so so small and tiny that you couldn't even spot it), looking at me with clearly amused eyes. And then, "did you not hear me?"

"What?" The words slipped out easily.

"I told you I'd buy you the whole store if you'd like and you think I'd want my money back?" He said slowly. "I couldn't care less about the money. I just wanted to make you happy. Salazar knows, I've made you upset more often than I could count between my fingers."

Now what the fuck was he on about. He has never made me upset —save for rejecting me that one time, but I understood it, he didn't like me, that's that. I have gotten over. I think. But I'm more than sure that I could count that one event between his ten fingers.

Unless Theodore only had one finger? Does he? I cast a glance down to his hands and there are those ten fingers. Ten exactly. Not one short or one more. Ten and a couple of silver bands that made me want to do nothing but sit and stare at his long, pale, slim fingers. And how they would feel around my— nope, nope. Absolute not.

"Merlin, we leave Nott alone and he goes around trying to find his girlfriend." Girlfriend?

When the owner of the voice, Zabini, finally arrives before me and Theodore, I was no where near surprised to see the other Slytherins in their group by his side.

Parkinson. Malfoy. And finally, Greengrass —whom I was actually friends with.

"Well?" Zabini muttered, eyes shifting between me and Theodore, and then landing on him solely. "Are the pair of you planning on standing here the whole day?"

"No," I said with narrowed eyes. "I don't know what he's doing here, I'm just trying to buy a book."

Zabini raised a brow. "Is that all, princess?"

"Pretty much." This feels like a trap. Is this a trap? "Are you planning on going somewhere with Theo?"

"Theo," Zabini tsked with a smirk. "I've never once called him that and I've known him for about five year now. How cute is that."

Yep. This is definitely a trap. I think I'm going to die now.

Theodore, with a roll of his eyes, made his way to my side and pried at the books pressed to my waist. Confused, and a little daze at the warmth of his fingers grazing my hip, I let go of the three books and watched him with wide eyes.

He seemed (and looked) unaffected by how everyone eyes were now on him. Walking around and picking another set of the exact books I'd picked out. Theodore paid for them without a word, asking for separate bags and handed a set over to me.

And then, quietly he says. "Zabini's an idiot." He smiled a winsome one and I am so sure I'm dying and this —whatever this was— is just a figment of my imagination that my brain curated during my dying breath. "I like it. Don't ever stop calling me Theo."

•••

Blaise Zabini is trying to be matchmaker. I'm sure of it. Or else he wouldn't be bothering me as much as he did now. I can't seem to peacefully spend time in the library without being interrupted by him.

"Hello," he greeted, smiling as he sat opposing me. I raised an eyebrow and he was able to read me quick enough, telling me the reason he was here. "Just wanted to let you know that Nott finished those three novels he bought and he's looking for someone to talk it over with a cup of tea —or coffee, whichever one you prefer."

Is he implying what I think he's implying? "Why is that any of my concerns."

"I thought you might be interested." He shrugged. "Since you know, you fancy Nott and all."

"I don't fancy Nott." I told him. An obvious lie, and Zabini knew that too. "And he doesn't fancy me so it's just a waste of time."

"Nott doesn't fancy you?" He's laughing. He's actually laughing. What was so funny about the truth? "What makes you think that?"

"He literally turns me down I when I asked him out," I said blankly. "It's pretty clear, isn't it?"

"And what exactly did he say?" Zabini asked playfully, as if he was humoring me.

"Nothing," I answered. "He just looked at me and said nothing, I don't think I need anything else to tell me that it's an obvious no."

"Nothing?" Zabini repeated with a grin. "Have you heard of being speechless? Or better yet, you know Nott doesn't really speak right?"

"That doesn't excuse him saying nothing when I asked him to go on a date," I countered.

"It doesn't," Zabini concurred. "But Nott's an idiot." Funny, Theodore said the exact same thing about Blaise. "Did you know Nott did Malfoy's work for a week without complain just because he let you go that one time you snuck out?"

No. I don't say. Malfoy did say Nott owe him one but I hadn't thought it important. "What does that have anything to do with what you were talking about?"

"Because," he says exaggeratedly. "Nott fancies you back. I suspected that he liked you since third year though he won't admit it. He won't even admit that he fancies you now but he's incredibly easy to read."

I shut my book and looked at him. Really looked at him. Trying to gauge whether he was messing with me or telling the truth. "What am I supposed to do with this information?"

"Ask him out again," he suggested lightly. "Give him another chance for being the biggest twat there is."

"And have him reject me again?"

"He won't," Zabini says calmly. "He'd burn the entire school down before even thinking of rejecting you."

I hesitate. "I don't want to embarrass myself again."

"You won't," he says with a roll his eyes. "Look I know being rejected is hard, I think I get it. I've never been rejected before. But I also know that the both of you like each other just as much and it's getting tiring seeing you beat around the bush."

"Nott won't make the first move. He thinks you hate him now for not answering when you ask so you'd have to ask again —if you still want to be with him that is. Do you? Or else I've been doing all this for nothing."

Yes. I think. I'm pretty sure that I want to be with him. "Do you know where he is?"

"Oh," Zabini said delightedly. "He's actually coming here right now. I told him I was coming to find you but never gave him a reason why. He'd be here any —speaking of the devil. Hello, Theo."

Theodore doesn't bother to return his greeting. Eyes heavily set on Zabini in a glare that had me shivering just from the side lines. Then his eyes turn to me and his glare on hardens.

"Hi, Theo." I don't think I've ever since Theodore like this before. "What are you doing here?"

"What did he do?" He asked instead.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "He did nothing. We just talked."

"About?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Yes. Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh you know," I huffed. "The weather. Coffee. You."

"Me?"

"Yes." My lips fold itself into a thin line. "Actually Theo. Could I ask you something?"

His gaze softens when he nods.I am more than willing to indulge you.I am so sure now, more than ever, that love really is sour grapes.

"Uhm— would you like to—"

His eyes widened, large as saucers as he processed in my words.

"—go out sometimes?" I finished. "As a Date?"

One, two, three beats passes and all Theodore did was look at me. No answer. No emotions. No words. Nothing. And I am briefly reminded of everything that happened.

And then, "yes," he says. "Yes, I would."

•••

Theodore really did read those books he bought me. This I knew now as I sat under the sun on one of Hogsmeade many benches with Theo to my left.

This part of Hogsmeade was quiet, it wasn't too far from the shops but far enough for no one to frequent by. A few people passed by trying to move from destination to destination but none noticed the bench wedge into the middle of the place where two fifth years were sat, talking about everything and anything under the moon and stars.

"So you liked it? You liked 'Listen, boy'?"

"I did." He was smiling and I wished more than anything that I'd had a camera to capture every smile he had given me during the pass hours. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes," I laugh and his smile widens. "It just doesn't seem like you. It's a cheesy and corny book and you're always so dark and broody about everything."

"I'm not dark and broody about everything," he denied.

"You are!" I countered. "You were even dark and broody when I'd first asked you out."

"That's 'cause I didn't know what to say," he says truthfully. "You could've said yes, that would've made it easy for the both of us," I told him. "I really couldn't. You don't deserve just a yes. You deserved everything, not something so simple."

"But that yes would've made my week, Theo."

Theo looked like he was about to say something before he changed his mind. "I'm sorry I didn't say yes when you'd first asked me. Could you ever forgive me?"

I want to kiss him until his lips, his skin, his hands, his scent, every tiny bit of him is imprinted in my mind. "Yes." I say. "Yes, I think I could."

Theodore chuckled, his nose crinkling at the motion and something between that laugh and smile of his causes me to lose it.

My hand reached forward first, palm pressing against his cheek, pulling him closer to me and pressed my lips onto his. I kissed him once then as I reached to pull away; I find that both of his hands had found their way to my cheeks, holding me still as he kissed me back.

Theodore pulled back, the tiniest of smile on his lips that had the smallest smudge of my lipstick attached to it. And he tells me, as if he had been thinking of this for days, years, lifetimes. "You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

And when I smiled, Theo leans back in. Peppering quick kisses on my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, anywhere I would let him kiss me; he will cherish it.

Once Theo finally pulls back —and this was for real this time, no more quick kisses. He looks at me and I know deep down that he will be the death of me when he says. "You are going to be the death of me."

— from bee: the thing about theo is that we know nothing about him so you can’t say that this is ooc :>

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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matey. I have this cute soft idea if you're interested in writing it ofc. basically fem reader where she's a lady of noble blood and knows aemond since they were kids. but there was always this awkwardness around them which slowly turned into disgust (lol bish why you lying, why you always lying) one day she's with helaena or lady friends and they ask her who she would marry from court if she had to choose which she replies with "I would marry aemond in a heartbeat" forgetting that she said that out loud with aemond overhearing it somewhere hiding behind a pillar or something lol. and the next day she keeps questioning herself why aemond is suddenly wearing his nice clothes, helping her with something? and then when she wants to bid him goodnight he replies with a sneaky "I would marry you too in a heartbeat" which ends with her all flustered or something lol. idk what this is honestly, It just popped into my head.

Hi dearest! I'd love to write a lil something based on this lovely prompt!

Aemond x reader | fluff | Aemond being as discreet as a car backfiring

Laughter surrounded you, the ladies you sat with in the fragrant gardens tittering to each other, blushes upon their dimpled cheeks. You set aside your book of Old Valyrian poems and leaned in conspiratorially. "Okay Rosaline, your turn. Who would you marry?"

Rosaline, a lovely curvy girl around your age with russet curls and a freckled face, laughed harder. "I cannot say, lady Y/N. Though lord Jason Lannister is rather easy on the eyes is he not?"

You shrugged. "If you go for that sort of pomposity, I suppose."

"Well, who do you fancy, Y/N?" Rosaline asked, huffing at you with slightly narrowed brown eyes.

You hesitated, all eyes now upon you, growing more curious with each second of silence.

"Well? Now you have to tell us!" A girl with straight brown hair piped up, her doe eyes mischievous. "You were so eager to hear our own secrets!"

"I...I've always. Well. Prince Aemond if you must know." Your fingers clasped together upon your lap, so tight your knuckles went white.

There was a beat of stunned silence, then the girls lapsed into another fit of giggles.

"Prince Aemond?" Rosaline choked.

"Haven't you been friends since you were children?"

"I thought they went for their siblings?"

"He doesn't have an eye, Y/N! How could you possibly think he's a suitable match?"

"Excuse me." You said rather flatly. "When any of you ride the largest dragon in Westeros, then you can talk."

"He is rather easy on the eyes." A Tyrell girl spoke in a thin voice. "Though I've heard rumors circulating he is rather callous and keeps to himself."

"He's not callous." You defended. "Though we do have our disagreements."

"Oh yes!" Rosaline tittered again. You fought the urge to smack her. "I've heard you two have been at odds the past few weeks. Lover's quarrel?"

"I-we are not-where did you hear...you know what it doesn't matter." You rose abruptly, forgetting the book beside you on the bench. "Aemond alone is worth a hundred times more than all of you put together. I would marry him in a heartbeat."

"What's under that horrid eyepatch he wears?" A sneering Lannister lady sniggered.

"Something far more interesting than what's under your garish skirts!" You shot back, a shocked silence following your impetuous outburst.

You cast one last scorching look over the gathered women, before gathering your dress and taking your leave of them, face burning.

You retired to your chambers, skipping the dinner feast, not wishing to see those girls again that day. You were still fuming. It was true, you and Aemond had not spoken since a heated argument a few weeks prior. However, this was not the first time you two had been at odds. Nor would it be the last, you reckoned.

A soft knock at your door roused you from your contemplation beside the fire. You rose from the sofa, crossing the carpeted floor and swinging the heavy oak door open to reveal Aemond standing in the doorway.

"Oh!" You said, too surprised to come up with anything witty.

"Walk with me?" Aemond held out his arm for you to take. His hair looked like it was freshly brushed, shining silver in the torchlight as he guided you down the hall into a deserted courtyard.

The evening air was alive with birdsong, the sky above a shock of orange and red as the sun made its western descent.

"I came to apologize." Aemond said as the two of you meandered out into the gardens you had spent your afternoon in.

"Apologize? You? Be still my heart!"

"Don't make me regret it, Y/N." The prince groaned, releasing your arm and turning to you, the vista of the city's red roofs and the sparkling sea framed behind him. "I behaved...rather appallingly and I regret not coming to you sooner."

"You were a bit of an ass, tis true." You smiled impishly at the way he fought down a grimace at your words.

"As if you were any better."

"I was right." You folded your arms across your chest.

Aemond clasped his hands tightly behind his straight back. "It is a matter of opinion whether Dorne is more progressive than us."

"No, Aemond. I'm afraid that's a fact."

Aemond breathed hard through his nostrils; you watched with interest as he collected himself. "I came to apologize not to argue further."

He opened his jacket and pulled out a small box from a pocket within. "And to give you this as a sign of my...remorse."

You squinted at him. "Did your mother tell you to say that?"

Aemond didn't answer, his brow raising at you as he gestured for you to take his gift. You lifted the box from his palm, undoing the string and opening it. A silver brooch lay within, bearing the insignia of your house. Small finely crafted letters spelled out your house words below the image.

"It's quite lovely, my prince." Your face softened as you took it out and fasted the piece to your bodice. "I will wear it with pride. Thank you."

Aemond graced you with a genuine smile, his eye lingering upon the pin now secured above your heart. You tracked his gaze with interest as it roved across your curves before snapping guiltily back up to your face.

"See something you like?" You teased, flashing a grin at him.

Aemond didn't answer, though he held your gaze as you stepped closer, noting how the breath caught in his throat at your sudden proximity. Your brow furrowed as you looked at the odd expression on his face, nothing you had seen there before.

"Are you well, Aemond?"

"No." Aemond shook his head. "Let us continue our walk."

The two of you walked side by side around the gardens, the deepening twilight enveloping you, stars unveiling one by one in the dusky sky. Your knuckles brushed against Aemond's, you extended your pinky, hooking it around his. Heat rose to your face as Aemond's fingers slid to tangle with your own, your hands intertwined as you strode along the path back to the Keep.

He did not break his grip on you, even as you stood again before your chamber door.

"This is where I bid you a good night, Y/N." He spoke softly.

"Yes, it is." You sounded breathless, not pulling away as he turned to face you directly, leaning down as he brushed his lips to the back of your hand.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Aemond?"

"I would also marry you in a heartbeat."

You stopped breathing. He had overheard the whole exchange in the gardens. Blood rushed in your ears as, wide eyed, you watched as Aemond lingered long enough to take in your expression before he turned on a booted heel and strode down the hallway.

Gathering your wits once more, you shouted after him just as he reached the corner. "Aemond!" He halted, looking back at you with ill-concealed amusement. "Get back here or so help me..." You pointed to the ground in front of your door.

"We can continue this discussion tomorr-"

"No. No, you don't get to say something like that and just walk away." You hissed, leaving your chamber open as you stomped down the hallway to where he stood waiting, his lilac eye sparkling with delight.

Aemond took your forearms in his hands when you reached for him, pulling you in so quickly you stumbled, falling against his chest. "You overheard me today?" You asked, looking up at his angular face as his fingers traced your jaw.

"Mmm. I did indeed. You're quite the sight in your anger." His eye glittered. "Even more enchanting when it's on my behalf."

"They were wrong to say such things." You breathed, your voice only a whisper as the distance between your faces slowly closed.

"I rest easy knowing I have a champion in you, to defend my honor." Aemond chuckled, his breath tickling your lips.

You weren't sure who moved first, or if it was simultaneous, but you felt the press of his mouth against yours, your eyes fluttering closed as your hands buried themselves in his silken hair.

He moved against you, backing you up until you hit the wall, a gasp at the impact opening your mouth to him as he began exploring you with his slick tongue. The scent of him surrounding you, the feel of him caging you in, pressing his knee between your thighs, drew a soft whimper from your lips that he drank down with relish.

"Do that again." He murmured, tugging your hair until you exposed your throat to his touches.

"Make me." You smirked at the arched ceiling, quickly losing what little composure you had won back as he took your challenge to heart.

Aemond made you emit many more sounds of pleasure throughout the course of that night. Stifling your cries with his large hand at one point so as to not alert any nearby guard patrols. With the promises of a lifetime together to come he claimed you as his own, swearing in return to be yours until his dying day.

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itaipava · 6 months

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— the 1.

ft: charles leclerc x reader

wc: 2k

tw: none

genre: angst

charles thinks he sees you across the room, but an extra look says it's not you. you wouldn't show up here. that's not you - something he's had to learn since you left his life two years ago. he's here with someone new and you remind him of the stars that never fail to appear in the night sky every night. you are constant and he doesn't need to doubt it; you understand who he is and you know what he thinks. he's genuinely happy, but she's not you and that's like pouring a bucket of cold water over his head.

“i would like to spend the rest of my life with you. do you want to marry me?" he says, looking at the love of his life from where he is kneeling. they are surrounded by their family and friends; the most important people in their lives who have become an extension of who they are and know how imperfectly perfect the two are for each other. he planned it all - the intimate dinner full of all the things you loved; your favorite food, your favorite people. he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. and everyone in this room knew that it was just a matter of time before they both took the next and most important step in their relationship. at this point, though, he just sees you; that's how it is whenever you are around.

he always believed that love was unique to different people. he is undoubtedly in love with his current girlfriend and is sure of it. she is the calm before and after every storm, the sun that rises in his life after so long in darkness. he also knows that despite this a piece of him and the love he is capable of giving will always remain with you. he'll never forget what it's like to love you, just as he knows you'll never forget loving him.

something is wrong, he feels it with every fiber of his being. all he sees is you, but you looks terrified; tears are forming in your eyes and there is an emotion he still cannot identify. it's an emotion he doesn't see very often. "y/n?" he whispers, trying to read you. right now, he doesn't care that everyone is around the two of you. he just wants to make sure you're okay. you look away from him and look around the room. he squeezes your hand, his eyes blazing with fear and confusion trying to get you to focus on him alone. he is trying to reassure you that everything is fine. you look at him and then at the small open box in his other hand and to his surprise you start shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. it seems like everything is going wrong.

"i love you, charles." his girlfriend whispers as he rocks her back and forth on the makeshift dance floor, it's his friend's wedding. "i love you more." he is satisfied with the result of his life now, after so long trying to make amends; it was hard the first few months you left his life and he honestly thought he wouldn't be able to see color in life again, the heavy atmosphere taking over his life completely because everything reminded him of you. there were pieces of you in his apartment and pieces of you everywhere he went. time passed as slowly as if it wanted him to sink into the void that came when he lost you. but then he met her - she made everything shine again and allowed him to see the colors of the world turned to gray. she was patient with him; she had time to understand him and let him meet again. he is happy and completely in love with the person who helped him out of the void in which you left him.

"i- i can't." you whisper, still shaking your head. the tears do not stop falling from your eyes; he understands the emotion in your eyes now. you were sorry, a look of despair on your face as you try to back away from him, he just looks at you as he shakes his head, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

everything starts to revolve around the two of you. "charles… no, i... i can't." he tries to remain holding your hand, but you force yours out of his grasp. he looks at you, speechless; there are so many things he wants to tell you… he wants to tell you to forget about everyone around you, he wants to tell you that it doesn't matter how it happens or that you don't need to get married right away. he would be happy to be engaged forever if it meant you would be by his side, he wants to tell you the two of you could leave the party and just lock yourself in your apartment if that's what you wanted. but he can't; he can't because you're gone.

you ran out of the room and left him in the center of everyone's gaze. he cannot move. he is on one knee, with his mother's ring in his hand. it seems like everything is in slow motion, the first thing he does is close the box and put it in his suit pocket. he gets up slowly, he refuses to look at anyone else. he doesn't know how to react or how to be because everything is so, so wrong.

as he's leading his girlfriend back to the table, something catches his eye out of the corner; he has to blink a few times, trying to register that it's really you. there, standing by the bar, is the person he swore to be the love of his life who left him two years ago. you are alone, your body language is still very familiar to him; you don't want to be seen and are simply trying to be a faceless stranger in the crowd. you wouldn't be here if you didn't have to, but his friends are also your friends and the bride is a good friend of you two.

"it's her, isn't it?" his girlfriend says, following his gaze. “she’s so pretty.” he grins at her, shaking his head. “yeah… i didn't think she’d be here, actually. none of us have actually seen them since it happened.”

"do you want to say hi to her?" he's totally focused on his girlfriend now, trying to figure out if she's challenging him or just curious. all he sees is genuine questioning.

"i think you should talk to her, charles." he's not sure if this is the right decision, and honestly he doesn't know what he wants to tell you anyway. "go. this will make you feel better, even if you don't know what to say." she gently nudges him towards you and he reluctantly walks towards the person he hasn't spoken to since they left him kneeling in a crowd.

"hey." the words escape both of you, the casualness of a greeting seeming so inappropriate for both of you.

a brief silence passes as you exchange glances, and you take a deep breath before saying, "how ironic that we're seeing each other here." he's not used to it, the awkwardness surrounding you two when once in the past he felt like he could talk to you about absolutely anything. you visibly recoil at the memory of the last time you two saw each other too.

"why are you here, charles?" you ask with a smile on your face; not asking about why he is at the wedding, but why he came to you. charles lowers his head when he hears his name leaving from your lips so sweetly, a wave of shyness takes over him, making those old butterflies slowly rise in his stomach; a feeling he once loved, now he hated.

"i honestly don't know why either."

“you look happy,” you begin, looking genuinely pleased for him. "you deserve to be happy." two distinct emotions bubble up inside him, one he hadn't felt in years. frustration and defeat. everything is coming back to him like it's the first time.

"we could have been happy too."

you sigh, refusing to meet his eyes. you're still scanning the room, watching everyone celebrate the union of two lovers who smile happily at everyone.

"let's not talk about it here, okay? we didn't come here to do this" you take the glass of champagne you left on the bar counter, taking a sip. "don pérignon." you talk casually, trying to change the subject, but all charles can think is that this champagne you're drinking is your favorite, and it's the same one everyone drank the night it happened... or should have happened.

"i know you don't owe me an explanation, nor should you ever have felt like you owed me a wedding, but i just wanted you to talk to me about it. that was our thing and you know… we always talked about it." you finally meet his eyes, studying him.

"i just had nothing to say."

"how can you have nothing to say?"

"i just didn't know what to say."

"then you should have said that."

“i didn't have a reason, charles. is this what you want to hear? when you knelt down, a thousand thoughts were in my head and none of them told me to say yes. i'm sorry and you know i loved you immensely - i still do - but i couldn't, for my life, find a reason to make sure i wanted to say yes." hearing those words is like pulling a bandage from a still healing wound.

he doesn't know what to say, but he tries to be mature about it; it's been two years now and he breaks a little every time he thinks of it or thinks of the future the two of you might have had together. but he needed to be strong, not for you, but for her. the girl who is looking intently at him with an encouraging smile from across the room.

"well, i'm sorry you felt that way." that's all he can say in response when he turns his gaze to the ground.

"i'm sorry i couldn't say yes." you say low, but with all the sincerity of your heart.

"my mother wants an apology too." he finally says after a while, trying to improve the mood. "i miss her." you answer, a small smile forming on your face. his mother absolutely loved you and had a special place in her heart for you. she stayed as dismayed as he was when she saw what had happened two years ago.

“she misses you too… everyone kind of misses you too… i miss you too.” the words come out without him noticing and he frowns as he realizes what he said. he misses you. it's not a lie, of course, but he's with someone else, he should accept the fact that you're part of his past and that there's nothing he can do to change that.

you look at him for a few seconds and frown, looking at your champagne.

"i miss you too, charles..."

"i don't know if i can believe you."

his eyes meet and you shake your head.

"have i ever lied to you?"

he looks thoughtful and swallows hard, turning his back to the people and looking at the horizon. he takes a deep breath, his eyes filling with tears as he remembers what happened between you two, everything he felt, thought, fought, and how he got up after being so long in the darkness you threw him.

he missed you a lot. he misses you because half of him is with you and always will be, he will always love you and no matter how much time passes.

"charles…" you turn to him, approaching and placing your hand on his arm. "look… i know this sounds crazy… but could we try again?"

he looks at you, eyes a little wide as he breathes raggedly like he's just woken up from a nightmare.

"i know i was wrong, charles, i recognize that and i'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. let's just start again. let's-" your voice gradually increases as if you're pleading, charles distances himself from you and shakes head.

"i'm happy now, y/n, i'm not going to drop everything now just because you showed up in my life years after leaving me alone… i won't make the same mistake again." he says dryly but trying hard not to let his voice break, looking deeply into your eyes.

"charles, just listen to me, okay? i know i messed up, and i only realized that when i lost you. believe me, i suffered as much as you did.. i regret every second of that night and i'm sorry, charles, just give me another chance to demonstrate that i'm truly sorry." you say, approaching him again. "i didn't know i loved you so much until i lost you," he looks at you. "we can be happy too, charles."

you offer him a small smile, a consolation for everything that happened between the two of you. "i will always love you, i don't think i need to tell you this. you will always be special to me no matter what you decide now." you look around the room again, probably noticing the eyes of the spectators who have now noticed you two together again. the emotions that were starting to reveal themselves in his eyes are fading once more as he looks back and looks at his girlfriend coming towards him. you look at him with eyes shining with a kind of hope and sadness and he nods, trying to internalize everything you just said.

“y/n? it's nice to finally meet you.” her voice invades your ears, and you look at her; a fake smile crosses her face as she wraps her arm around charle’s arm, a faint reminder that he is now hers. charles looks uncomfortably at you and at her arm; too embarrassed to even introduce you two.

“oh hey. nice to meet you.”

“charles and i have to go now, we haven't greeted everyone at the party yet. but nice to see you, y/n.” her voice is dry as she pronounces your name. she kisses the corner of charle’s lip and pulls him into the party again. but charles looks back and his gaze meets yours; a quick, simple look that no one would notice the enormous meaning behind it, but you did, and you smiled to see him blend in with the other people.

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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hello! BIG congrats on 200 followers!! for the event i was wondering if i could request 💤,🍭, and 🍰 for johnny, gyro and josuke? thanks!

Ohhh alright! This'll be interesting! And thank you! :))

Link to main event.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Honestly, you must be something special if Johnny Joestar let you be a part of his life. You truly matter a lot to him in a world that has treated him like he was scum. So, you can guess this boy inevitably finds himself thinking about you on more than a few occasions.

Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed by negative thoughts, or is just not in a...Very happy headspace, which is when you come in! Just imagining you calls him down a little, and puts a small smile on his face, you're a very reassuring presence to him, you could say.

Johnny is also rather shy, so sometimes, he may find it easier to hide away in his thoughts and fantasize about you, instead of making them a reality. He doesn't want to appear clingy or too needy to always be by your side. he is.

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Gyro doesn't use his head much outside of combat lol. But those few brain cells he's still using are more inclined towards you than anything else. He's a quite proud guy, so he may find these thoughts overly cheesy, but he eventually learns to embrace them.

Imagine that he's just come up with a new joke, he won't be able to think about anything else but telling you about it. Or maybe he saw a teddy bear that "looked familiar" and he immediately bought it for you, so you could match!

I can see him also fantasizing about riding his horse with you, but that is the one idea he'll try to scrap and push away no matter what, no woman can ride Valkyrie...Although the perspective of it doesn't...Sound horrible.

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Sweet sweeter sweetest boy, Josuke's thoughts about you are just as diabetes-inducing. He's not one who falls in love easily, but once he does, it's hard for him to think about anything that isn't you.

He won't pay attention in class because he's too busy imagining to be making fun of the teacher with you. He'll lose focus playing videogames since it's not same to play alone anymore. He might even just see a dress in a shop and give it to you for absolutely no reason aside from that fact that he thought it'd make you happy.

Also, stealing this idea from my friend, I have a feeling Josuke would often imagine what it'd be like to marry you. Just imagining you walk down the aisle while he's desperately try to hold back tears.

Yes, he has cried just thinking about it.

🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?

Now, Johnny used to get bitches, but not anymore, and he's kinda forgotten what it feels like to have someone show that type of interest in you. This means that getting him flustered will be a piece of cake.

Even if you're bad at flirting and mess up some words in an attempt at being smooth, he won't even notice and get embarrassed anyway. Compliment and show him that you appreciate his efforts, and it won't be long before his cheeks turn pink.

Also, friendly reminder that anything the stand feels is felt by the user as well. Hug or pat lil' Tusk act 1 with your own power, and Johnny will also get flustered by the indirect manifestation of affection.

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Luck is not exactly on your side when it comes to get Gyro flustered. Dude has hooked up with lots and lots of women, and has learned a lot from each one of those experiences, simple flirting is not gonna work.

Take into account that most of your attempts will be nullified by him with ease. He'll tell you how cute he thinks it is that you're trying to embarrass him, before he teases you back, actually succeeding in doing so.

There is one obscure way to get him to turn red, and that is calling him by his actual name. He blushed even just saying it out loud. If you were to do so, and continued to after he told you to, you can be sure that it won't take long for him to try and hide his face with his hat.

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Josuke is quite the easy prey too, I won't lie. Perhaps not as much as Johnny, but it won't take too much to get him flustered. He really likes receiving compliments from you and remembers all of them, blushing a little just at the memory of it.

It is very likely that both of you will get rosy cheeks though, since this boy is ready to compliment or tease back in such a natural way he may not even realize what he'd doing. You both look cute though, and probably end up giggling together realizing what just happened.

It may be obvious, but I think saying something nice about his hair, especially if it's not his usual haircut, would really hit him right in the heart. A pat on his head, and he's already leaning on to your chest, not showing his face, trying to deny his embarrassment.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Johnny couldn't flirt to save his life lol. Like O said, he just doesn't have a clue anymore about relationships, and despite how much he loves you, teasing you is not the best way he has to show it.

He does know that you'd probably like of he tried to, from time to time, so he might make an effort to think of something smooth to make you sway. When he realized he doesn't know what to do, he'll probably ask Gyro for help lmao.

Tries to play it cool when one of his pickup lines actually work, but he's definitely letting out a huge sigh of relief and hearing Angels' choirs. I can see him getting the hand of it with a lot of practise, but he's trying :D

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Yes! Definitely! Gyro just adores flirting and teasing you, he can't help himself, it just comes incredibly natural to him. Not that he minds though, he enjoys every second of it.

Rest assured that he won't be missing out on a single opportunity to make you blush. He's really good at it, since he's had his fair amount of experience with dating beforehand, and his confidence and smoothness are of great help.

Even if you're getting attacked, he'll still find some way to get you flustered.

Maybe he's just beaten the crap out of gunslinger while covered in blood, looking all menacing. If he catches you staring at him, he'll probably say something like "Mh? What is it? Like what you see?~" Followed by his iconic laughter and a wink.

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Okay, Josuke's situation is a mix of two main factors. He's someone who values romantic love and doesn't go around flirting with anyone he sees. Which means that if he were to tease or compliment you, you genuinely means what he's saying, and because of this, it comes very simple to him.

With that being said, this boy is also naturally good at flirting for some reason, he has a lot of abilities he keeps hidden, and if he's feeling goofy that day, or thinks it's a good time, he won't hesitate to bring out this...Talent of him.

He 100% likes to do so when the two of you are in public, especially since it knows that it's even more effective this way. If you were to tell him to stop, he'd chuckle before actually doing so. He respects his darling's wishes, after all ;)

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engie-ivy · 11 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic 28th: Water

718 words.

Remus surprises Sirius at the finish line, in more ways than one.

What Waits at the Finish Line

The thrill is always there.

No matter how many times he has done this, crossing that finish line after a 42k run still sends a rush through Sirius’ body.

He comes to a stop and walks a few metres catching his breath. He enjoys the feeling of being physically exhausted, but at the same fulfilled. On top of that, it's a beautiful day and the Paris marathon is one of his favourites.

Sirius has been running marathons regularly for a few years now. He started when he was going through a rough time. His parents were suing him over his uncle's inheritance, and it was like it all suddenly sunk in. What he had gone through during his childhood and how messed up it had all been. He had felt a lot of pain and anger that he didn't know what to do with.

So that's when he started running. Something to give him focus, something to put his energy into. In a way, running saved him.

Well, that and Remus.

Sirius honestly doesn't know what he would've done without Remus during those days. For that matter, he doesn't know what he would've done without Remus period.

Sirius stretches his muscles, gives some friendly nods to a few other regulars, and grabs a bottle of water from a stand. Around him, he sees runners being festively welcomed by their friends and family, cheering them on, holding up banners and carrying balloons. Remus usually isn't there, which makes sense. Sirius often runs multiple marathons a month, and travels all over the world to do so. Besides, marathon running is Sirius’ thing, just like his art history courses are Remus' thing. It's not like Remus is disinterested. He's always eagerly waiting for Sirius to come home and asks him all about how it went.

Sirius opens the bottle and chugs down half of its contents, and splashes the rest over his head, the water dripping down his chest and wetting his shirt till it sticks to his body.

"If I had known you finishing a marathon was this much fun to watch, I would've done it more often."

Sirius whirls around. "Remus!" He exclaims. "You're here!"

"Hi babe," the man unexpectedly standing in front of him simply says.

"Oh my god," Sirius takes Remus' face in his hands and kisses him. "You're here! How are you here? You didn't say you were going to be here!"

Remus grins, revealing a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Surprise?"

Sirius stares at the flowers as he takes the bouquet. Then he looks up at Remus with a teasing smile and raises an eyebrow. "Surprising me at the finish line and giving me flowers? You're not turning sappy on me, are you, Remus?"

Remus huffs. "Don't worry. This is purely self-interest."

"Is that so?" Sirius says, while inspecting the bouquet admiringly. "And how is you giving me flowers in your self-interest?"

"It increases my chances," Remus replies.

"Increases your chances at what?" Sirius carefully lifts up a peony from behind a rose to get a better look at its colour.

"You saying yes."

"Saying yes to wha- Oh my god." Sirius’ eyes snap over to Remus and widen as Remus drops down on one knee and holds up a ring. "Oh my god. Remus. Oh my god."

"Sirius Orion Black," Remus says, managing to keep his voice steady. "I am truly in awe of you. Not only because of how bloody sexy you look in a wet shirt, or how you manage to run marathons like it's nothing, or even how strong you have been throughout everything you've been dealing with. I am just in awe of the whole person that you are. Therefore, Sirius, my love, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Sirius exclaims instantly. "Yes, Remus, yes, I will!"

Remus grins widely, looking happier than ever, and slightly relieved, like there was ever a chance Sirius would say no. He gets up to his feet and slides the ring around Sirius’ finger.

Sirius looks at it for a second, before tackling Remus into a hug. Then he quickly lets go again. "Oh, sorry," he says, stepping back. "I forgot. I'm all wet and sweaty..."

Remus immediately pulls Sirius back into the hug. "Come here, you bloody idiot."

Now with a silly, short epilogue😋

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar proposal

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radiant-reid · 11 months

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So I just recently got into the Criminal Minds fandom. I'm on Season 3 now. So please no spoilers😹

I want to ask if you could maybe do a blurb or a fic, doesn't matter, where the reader is Gideon's daughter and Spencer's wife. I want to ask if you could also add like tons of fluff!! I'm just in the mood for really fluffy fics lately. If you don't want to write this one, no problem! Thank you for atleast reading the request then!❤️

When you walk into the BAU and you can't see your dad or your husband, you navigate to Derek, the only familiar face in the bullpen. He's standing with a woman you've never seen before, but you're guessing is the new agent.

He greets you with a big hug as always. "Hey, Mrs, which one of them are you hear to see?"

"Unfortunately, my dad." You joke, earning a laugh from Derek.

"Y/n, this is Emily Prentiss. Prentiss, this is Y/n Reid." Derek introduces you to the confused woman standing at his side.

You shake her hand with a smile, quickly to clear up the confusing comment from Derek. "I'm Spencer's wife, but my surname formerly was Gideon."

Her eyes widen quickly, shocked like a lot of people are. Spencer's still more scared of your dad than he should be since he's Gideon's protégé, but even he's told you that she's not well-liked by your father or your godfather.

"How did that happen?" She asks curiously.

"I met Spencer through my dad out in California when he was trying to recruit Spencer for the FBI." You explain, smiling just at the memory of the first time you met Spencer. It didn't take long for you to fall in love with him. "I was told not to date him, and then I married him."

Emly laughs. "How'd that go down?"

"Honestly, I think his rule was to protect innocent Spencer from my wild side but I think he's just glad someone was able to tame me." You admit.

That earns you a grin from Emily. "I think we're going to be great friends then."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

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shepherds-of-haven · 6 months

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the screenshot game got me thinking..what are all the RO's like if they have to pose as a couple with a friend they *don't* have feelings for? I got Blade and I genuinely can't tell if he'd be more or less awkward, lol

Blade: he would be way less awkward with just a platonic friend, he would have just be breathing deeply through his nose and letting the other person talk more, but it would be wayyyyy easier and more comfortable to pull off and believable, lol! He's far smoother with someone he doesn't have feelings for and would be able to lie pretty easily, lol!

Trouble: I think he would be pretty awkward about it because he's not great at actively lying, but depending on the person, they could put him at ease! If paired with someone who's naturally outgoing or can just brush it off and make it funny like "dude don't make this fucking weird, suck it up and act like you're my husband, I'm not going to jump your bones you dipshit kakhead!! (Ayla)" he'd be fine; if it was someone he's not as comfortable with like a Lavinet or maybe, like, Red or Riel, it'd be slightly weird but they'd just forge past it and give it the good ol' college try. Mostly he'd just stand there uncomfortably looking lost and like he doesn't know what to do with his hands, lol

Tallys: she's smooth regardless if it's someone she has feelings for, is sleeping with, or is just platonic friends with, it doesn't really change her behavior either way (except that she's more outwardly handsy with a FWB or lover, lol)! She'd be like "seriously, you can't be mature about this -_-" while Trouble freezes up like "yes......... you are my wife and we are looking for a honeymoon suite................." but she'd be the one swiftly and graciously moving the conversation along and selling the whole bit!

Shery: she's certainly less awkward with a good friend (pretending to be a fake couple with someone she has feelings for seems like it would cause her to melt into a puddle on the floor), but she's still definitely a bit awkward about it, lol. Luckily for her, most people would just assume she's like a blushing virgin bride or something, so she'd be able to get away with letting the other person talk!

Riel: he's an unapologetic liar, so I think he'd be able to manage this successfully either way. He's probably more internally comfortable with a platonic friend than the object of his affections, but then again, he might also enjoy the 'fantasy' of roleplaying this with someone he had feelings for more! The sexual tension would be an added complexity, but honestly he probably wouldn't be that mad about it, lol

Chase: he LOVES this either way. he EATS IT UP. He's ridiculously over the top and hammy about it whether with a friend or with someone he has feelings for, honestly: it's just his motivations are different (to make the friend want to die of embarrassment and troll them if platonic, or because he thinks it's wildly ironic and hilarious if with someone he's already sleeping with/has feelings for and it's just another way to flirt outrageously with them). he also just loves lying and spinning stories for people, so this would be just a boatload of fun for him!

Red: I think he'd be smooth about this either way, but he'd definitely be far more internally nervous and overanalyzing everything with someone he's attracted to versus with a friend. (But on an external level, he'd pretty much just act the same.) With a friend, this is just like any other mission: whether they're pretending to be a pair of merchants or a married couple, it doesn't really matter to him or make him feel any differently about it (though certain pairings would certainly make the whole charade go smoother. Someone like Lavinet or Briony?? Sure, they can collaborate on a lie and 'make pretend' very easily. Pair him up with Blade? Why would you do that.). But if it's with someone he has feelings for, half of his mind is occupied at all times with keeping focus on the mission and reminding himself that this is about work and reining in slut-Red's innermost hopes that this scenario could lead to very interesting resolutions to the tensions he's been sensing between himself and his crush... (don't think about that, don't think about that, this is a very important mission and it would be very scummy for you to think about anything else besides that.' slut-red: unless?...)

Ayla: I think she'd definitely be more comfortable doing this with a friend than she would be with the object of her affections! Every little thing her crush would do would throw her off or make her jumpy, like if they put an arm around her waist or hold her hand, she'd jump and hiss, like, What are you doing!! You can't just do that!! MC: Aren't I your spouse though LOL She'd get flustered and also a little singed over the fact that MC is only doing this for the ruse, so what is she getting so excited about... It would just be a difficult time for her! With a friend she'd just roll her eyes and go along with it, or she might even have fun with the whole situation, so it'd definitely be way easier for her!

Briony: I think she'd be a bit more comfortable and happy with the fake couple scenario if she was doing it with her crush, because she'd view it as a way to 'safely' flirt with them all she wanted, and it would make her very happy to hold their hand or be treated like their girlfriend/wife and she could happily commit to the fantasy of it with her whole heart (for the mission's sake and authenticity of course)!! So she'd have way more fun and would be more comfortable acting affectionate/flirtatious with them if she also held real romantic feelings for them. With a platonic friend, she could get by well enough, but she'd be just a little too cautious about not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable or crossing the boundary of their friendship/making things weird (like she'd always be whispering, "is it okay if I take your hand?" or "i had to kiss you on the cheek earlier to sell it, i'm so sorry if that was weird....") So basically it would actually be more uncomfortable for her with a platonic friend because she'd be over-conscious of making them uncomfortable or crossing some hidden boundary between them! (Ironically, she's very thoughtlessly physically affectionate with her friends as it is, but there's a huge difference in her mind between taking their arm and walking down the street as friends and literally pretending to be their wife and playacting romantic gestures at them).

Lavinet: she'd be excellent at this either way, though, like Briony, she'd definitely internally enjoy it more with the object of her affections than with just a platonic friend, because she'd also enjoy committing to the bit and losing herself in the fantasy of it all! Her "comfort level" and external behavior doesn't change at all, but her general excitement/enjoyment of the affair does, if that makes any sense!

Halek: he's just wearily along for the ride if they're just friends; he's pretty much expecting this is going to lead to fucking if there's attraction between them (this kind of scenario always does) lol. He's not mad about it either way, though!

#Shepherds of Haven #fake couple #fake dating #hypothetical scenario #all characters

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Just Give Me A Reason~ B.H

Summary : You bought Billy a ring that you want to propose with, it has his initials and yours together. But you're scared and talk to Robin while Billy is listening behind the wall, you had no idea he was home.

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" Can I see it?" Robin asked. She had came over after her shift at Family Video, you needed to talk to her. She was your best friend and even though she disapproved of you being with Billy, she still was there no matter what.

In your hands you held a blue velvet box twisting it over and over with your fingers. You had bought a ring planning to propose to Billy, he was the best thing that has happened to you in the shit hole, Hawkins. You wanted this so badly.

You slide the box to her on the kitchen counter and her hand grabbed onto the little small box as she holds it in her hands.

" I didn't know you had this in you" she opens it and her eyes get wide seeing the ring. She takes it out of the box and holds in her hands turning it around seeing the initials of both his name and yours.

" This must cost a fortune" she gasped. The ring was was silver band that was beautiful and just in his ring size. You knew it by taking one of his rings one day from his small bowl that he kept in the room by his bed. He hadn't even noticed it was gone.

" I was saving it to get out of Hawkins, but I want to do this first. I love him so much" Robin puts the ring back into the small blue velvet box and closes it.

Meanwhile Billy had gotten home from work, you two had gradated high school and both got jobs. He worked as a mechanic while you worked in the diner, you both had found a place together close to your friends. He stood against the opposite wall of the kitchen, his back to the wall.

You wanted to marry him? He didn't know how to feel about this. He felt like he wasn't ready for that step with you. He does love you, and shows you in his own way.

His head bowed while his body shook, breathing patterned changed as he held in the tears that wanted to escape his eyes. He didn't know what to feel, happy or scared. Marriage scared Billy Hargrove.

Billy frequently blinked his eyes feeling the tears coming as he laid his head back against the wall. Some of curls plastering against his forehead. His lip trembled feeling his heart clenching at the thought of not wanting this. He could just picture the look on your face when he tells you he doesn't want to get married. The crushed look on your face, the tears, the same trembling lip he has now, the hurt in your eyes and he knew you would run from him. He was scared.

" When are you going to do it?" Robin asked, Billy body stiffed as he awaited your answering wanting to be prepared. " Honestly, I don't know Robin. I'm so scared" you tell her. From the corner of the wall he peeked out to see how upset you were and trying to keep it together as Robin rubbed your back.

" You love him, right?" you nodded. " He loves you?" you nodded again. " when the time feels right, then do it"

" Thank you for being here, I don't know what I would do without you Buckley" Robin shrugged, a small smile on her lips. She was happy you wanted to take this big step but in the back of her mind she was worried that it all could wrong and you'd fall apart at her front step of her home.

" I should go, I have work tomorrow and who know what dingus might do tomorrow if I'm not there" you giggled knowing how Steve is. Robin and Steve were two peas in a pot.

" Tell him I said hello" you walked her out to the door. Billy had shifted slowly off the wall and into the kitchen grabbing a cookie that you had made earlier just for him when he came home and made his way to the back. You hadn't notice that he was home until you saw his Camaro in the driveway.

" Billy?" you shout to him after walking Robin out. Closing the door you were met by silence. Where could he be? The shower wasn't on like he usually after he comes home from work. You made your way into the kitchen, he wasn't there scarfing the food that you cooked for him over the stove. He wasn't on the couch flipping through the tv and he wasn't at the kitchen table waiting for you to greet him.

Where was he?

You had noticed puffs of smoke coming from the back. Opening the back door and it creaked as you did, there stood Billy with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette laid loosely on his lips as he stared into the unknown.

" Billy?" you made your way over to him placing your hands on his chest. Your touch caused him to shiver but he has yet to look down at you. Instead he just takes the cigarette from his mouth and stomps on it when he was done with it.

You felt his body freeze underneath your touch.

" Is something wrong? Did something happened at work?" your eyebrows frowned together sliding your hands up around his neck to play with some of his curls. His blue iris eyes glance down at you and you see the uneasy look in his eyes. His lips are in a thin line and this worries you.

He's never this silent.

You take a hold of his hand that is covered in grease from work and interlace your fingers with his but all he does is look at you with those blue iris's of his.

" Fine" you sighed, taking your hand out from his and make your way to the door.

" Show me it" he finally says. His eyes are glossy and his voice was soft as a whisper as he talked. You frowned turning to look at him over your shoulder with one handle on the door.

" What?"

" I heard you and Robin" your eyes go wide and your hands become to shake. " Billy I-" he cuts you off, his tears are falling down his cheeks as he says it again.

" It's nothing" you mumble opening the door, it creaks again and slightly slams as you make your way inside. The door opens again and Billy follows you into the kitchen. You take the small box quickly hiding it in the cupboard behind the cereal but Billy sees it.

" Show me it Y/N" he pleads stepping closer to you with his hands on your hips. He feels you tense up when he touches you. He feel the anxiety coming off of you and watches as you trembling hands push the cereal to the side to take the small velvet box out.

You hold it in your finger turning it around feeling the softness on it. Billy is behind you watching you as play with the box and his heart is racing like never before.

You pop the box open and his mouth drops seeing the ring inside. It was beautiful, just something that Billy would wear. You turn to face him and eyes on his chest as you push the box into his hands. He gently takes the box and looks down at the ring shining back at him.

How much did you pay for his? Did you really want to do this? Why him?

He had so many questions running through your his mind, licking his dry lips as his hand shakes as he takes the ring out to inspect it. It makes his heart flutter a bit seeing the initials. You went over board with this ring but he was worth it, every dollar and every cent.

You watch his blue iris go wide as he turns the ring in his hand with his fingers not saying anything. Honestly you are scared and ready to bolt out the door. Your heart is in your throat when his eyes meet yours.

" Y/N" he starts to say, his blue iris are brimmed with tears and his eyes are puffy from crying. He closes his eyes tight feeling his breathe pick up and he feels like everything is spinning.

" Breathe" you put your hand on his shoulder. " Breathe with me" your fingers run through his golden curls, moving them away from his eyes and then when he opens his eyes, that's when you see the sadness in them.

" Billy" the way you called out his name with sadness and a bit of hurt like you knew what he was going to say. You watch as he places the ring back into the box and closes it as he puts it on the counter. His eyes are locked on the box and he speaks, " We aren't ready for this Y/N. I'm not ready for this. I'm such a mess, and you don't deserve this mess. You don't want to be with this mess for the rest of your life, I can't give you what you want" he closes his eyes as more tears fall, his shoulders are shaking as he bows his head.

But he doesn't see the heart broken look on your face. Your own tears as they fall down your cheek and the way you stepped back from him.

How could you be so stupid thinking this is what he wanted?

" I mean nothing to you" you say. Those words cut a knife into his heart and his head snaps up, he clenches his jaw.

" Stop that. You mean a whole lot more than you think" you shake your head. " I've been with you through everything, you are my everything Billy Hargrove. I like you the way you are, no. I love you the way you are. You're my mess and I wouldn't change it for the world"

The thing though was Billy has never told you he loved you. He has done things to show you he does, little things here and there and sometimes he would trace the words on your arm. It was his way of telling you he loves you.

" I'm not ready for this type of commitment Y/N" he shakes his head, turning around. His back is to you. You wrap your arms around yourself taking a step back. Away from the kitchen. Your heart is in two, your sniffles makes Billy shed more tears. He never wanted to hurt you but here is was breaking his own heart along with yours.

His body turns around when he hears you run, run away from him. He watches as you open the front door letting the gust of wind hit him in the face making him shiver. He wrap his arms around himself watching your sobs come from you as you headed down the street.

" Y/N! Y/N!" He runs to the open door, running out of the front of the door holding onto the front door as he yells, gripping it.

" I LOVE YOU" you can barely hear him through your own tears as you picked up your feet knowing one place you needed to go. You needed your best friend. You had no idea how long it took but you made it feeling the ache in your side falling to your knees ringing her doorbell.

In minutes the door opens and Robin stands there with a worried look on her face. Her own heart breaks seeing you on her front door step, she kneels down next to you.

" What happened?" you collapse in her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. " He doesn't love me, he doesn't want me" you said through your tears. Robin hugs you tight as she holds you outside of her front door. You two stay like that for while.

It's been weeks since everything had happened and both you and Billy aren't the same as you used to be. You still worked at the diner every day, even over time if you had to. You stayed at Robin's, she had her own place and Steve was her roommate. They both didn't mind that you stayed, feeling like you needed them around more than ever.

Billy on the other hand, he was a mess and only focusing on work. But what stood out to people was the ring around his neck. The very ring you were going to propose to him. He had put it on another necklace and it hung on his chest. He would get asked where he got it from and he would tell him that a pretty girl heart he broke, gave it to him.

He would take the ring in his fingers and rub over your initials from time to time, missing you. His mind would occupy with your memories you made with him. He remembers how you stood up to Neil for him, how much you loved spending time with his step sister Max, how you were by his side after the whole Mind Flyer happening and he survived.

He remembers how you tried to fit into his crowd in high school to impress him and how you weren't one of those girls that gawked at him. You were different and he went after you, he made you laugh, he made you smile, you made him soft and he shared his feelings with you, you were patient with him, you two barely fought until that day.

Billy was working on a car underneath the hood when he heard a voice he wished his didn't.

" Hargrove!" Billy stood up turning to face not the most fascinating person he liked, but he had to because they were your friend.

" Harrington" he groans facing him. " What do you want?" Robin is behind Steve but her breath hitches when she's sees the ring on the necklace around his neck.

" You need to stop doing this and moping around. You're boss told us how you sleep here sometimes, how you drink your memories away, how you don't talk to anyone and frankly I don't care but I care about Y/N, you two have been through a lot. She has been there for you every minute of the day, she stood by your side and yet you don't want her to marry you? She thinks your special and blah blah blah" Steve says rolling his eyes and hunches over when Robin smacks him in the stomach.

" what he's trying to say is, you both need each other and I know you love her. You wouldn't be wearing the ring she wanted to propose to you around your neck" Billy glances down at the ring and back at her.

" She's better off without me" Billy mutters turning around to continue to work when he felt a smack on the back of his head. He glares down seeing Robin shaking her head.

" She isn't, she loves you and she needs you as much as you need her"

" Just get her back, man" Steve says. Billy looks from Robin to Steve, he runs a hand down his face. He has missed you all these weeks that you weren't by his side.

He didn't come home to see you dancing in the living room, he didn't get a good morning kiss or a good night kiss, he didn't have anyone to shower with anymore, he didn't have anyone to care for his wounds if he got hurt at work, he didn't have anyone to pull with his hair, he didn't have anyone to laugh or smile with, he didn't have anyone to have dinner with or see them on lunch break, he didn't have anyone in his passenger seat playing with his radio in his car, he didn't have you and he wanted you.

" Go" Robin pushed him, " but you need this before you go" she hands him a rag to clean his hands with. He chuckles taking it and he was off shouting to his boss it was an emergency when his boss already knew where he was going.

" Kids in love" he mutters seeing Billy get into his car and drive off.

You were cleaning up the tables, and it was close to closing time. The last customer has left for the day. You sighed taking the tip he has left you and it was barely at tip. You didn't even notice the door open as you hummed cleaning the table.

Billy walked through the diner and when his eyes set on you, he smiled. You still looked the same just had bag underneath your eyes. You still looked perfect as you were to him all the times he looked at you.

" Hi" he finally speaks and he watches as your body freezes at the sound of his voice. There is no more humming and no more cleaning, your hand pauses on the table. It couldn't be him, you thought shaking your head.

" Y/N" he calls out your name and this time you raise your head to look at him. His golden curls are perfect on his head as ever, his blue iris are locked with yours. They are glossy. His lips are in a small smile. He is wearing a white tank top with some jeans but that's not what catches your eye. It's the ring around his neck that does.

" Why are you wearing that?" you question pointing to the necklace. He glances down, taking the ring in his hand.

" Because I was an asshole and this was the last memory I have of you. It's like a piece of you is still with me"

Your heart melts at his words.

" Billy" he shakes his head. " Let me talk" you nodded waiting for him to speak.

" When you ran that night, you took my heart with you. I was an asshole for telling you that I didn't want to marry you, when I did. I was so scared, marriage is a big thing and I felt like I wasn't good enough to be your husband. Hell, I could not tell you even that I love you. When, doll I love you. Every laugh. Every smile. Every corny joke. Every roll eye. Every scoff. Every tease. Every kiss. Every touch. Every chance I held you. Every time you looked at me. I love you through all those time" he takes a step forward towards you.

" When I saw you in high school, I knew from that moment you told me to piss off and pushed me away. That I wanted you, I wanted to chase you and have you as mine. When I saw you at Tommy H's party and you walked through the doors, I didn't want anyone to dance with you or to touch you because when our eyes locked, I knew you were mine. When you finally agreed to go on a date with me, you had the shyest smile ever. It was really cute, and the way you giggled made my heart race. Every time I look at you, my heart races and I fall in love with you again and again."

He takes another step.

" You're the best decision I ever made, you being mine and I want that forever with you" he confesses. The rag in your hand is no longer in your hand but at your feet and your eyes are tearing up at his words.

" Say it" his eyebrows frowned together.

" Tell the girl you want to marry her and you love her. Jeez" Benny says he was watching you two.

" You can go home, Benny. I'll lock up" he mumbles something but does what you say. You look up at Billy as he's now in front of you.

" I want the forever you want" he puts his forehead against yours. You search his eyes for any lie but there is love and happiness there. He is holding onto hope that he has you back.

" Say it Billy Hargrove, say it. I need to hear it"

" I love you, Y/N. Mrs. Future Hargrove. I want to marry you, I want you to be the mother of my child and I want you, only you by my side for the rest of my life" he confesses more than he thought. It scared him but he knew it would be okay.

" I love you too, but you should shut up and kiss me"

He does just that and at the window Robin and Steve are watching, " high five?" Steve asks. Robin rolls her eyes, " Shut up, Steve" she awes as you and Billy kiss.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #jewls writes

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vampiiu · 2 years

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Heyyyy, I was wondering if you could do an sfw or nsfw alphabet for Hunter Sylvester

Hunter Sylvester Romantic Alphabet

I don't write nsfw of minors, so here's sfw.

What to expect: GN! Reader, mention of nightmares

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He shows an average amount of affection. At school, he talks to you but he doesn’t show physical affection because he’s scared you’ll get picked on for hanging out with him. He also needs to keep up his edgy appearance. However, when you two are alone, he’ll definitely make up for the absence. He shows affection by gift-giving and acts of service. Someone made fun of you? He’ll blackmail them for you. Then, he’ll go buy you your favorite meal along with a stuffed animal from the corner store.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Well… We all know Hunter isn’t an ideal best friend, but he tries to be. You two would probably meet at school. You’d be at your lockers and he would make eye contact with you– his middle school crush. He'd turn red at the face and you'd go talk to him, asking if he's okay.

"Uh- What? Yeah- I'm- I'm fine." His voice cracks

"Okay..? I just wanted to make sure."

And you walk to your classes together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. He's definitely a big spoon, he likes to hold you close to him and smell your hair. He can be a little spoon sometimes if you want him to.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hunter doesn't want to "settle down", but there's no way he's thinking about leaving you any time soon. He wouldn't have gone into a relationship with you if he didn't love you. When Hunter loves someone, he will always love that person, no matter what happens.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

With that being said, if he had to break up with you, he'd be heartbroken. There would be very few occasions where he would break up with you, however, they still exist. Maybe you didn't have enough time for him anymore. He would go to your house and say everything on his mind, which honestly comes out horribly rude because he doesn't know how to express his feelings. He starts to tear up and hugs you with all of his strength.

"I don't wanna leave you." As he starts crying into your shoulder, cursing himself for showing weakness.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Well… Hunter is still in high school, so he probably won't actually get married. He wouldn't want to marry you any time at the beginning of the relationship, but after dating for a while, he'd probably buy you a cool black ring with his dad's money and "propose" to you. You'd tell everyone you're married, even if not legally.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

… This boy is not emotionally gentle. At all. It's no secret he has a hard time understanding people's point of view. He'll try his best to be gentle with you, though. He's also not physically gentle either. He always punches his friends in the shoulder and play-fights with you. BUT IF YOU GET HURT during one or those play fights… He drops everything just to make sure you're okay.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs. He does it very often when you're not at school. His hugs are like being buried in sand LMAO- He never realizes he's squeezing you too hard.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it immediately. When he starts to grow feelings for you, he starts to pick on you a lot; but when he actually realizes those feelings are love, he tells you about it immediately.

"Y/N!! LISTEN- Listen." He's panting from running up to you.

"I know I've treated you like absolute garbage.. But- I really love you."

He's scared but also proud of himself for finally trusting someone enough to catch feelings for them.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you, but he doesn't trust other people. He gets jealous very easily- even if it's Kevin. He always hugs you from behind when he's jealous, but if jealousy builds up enough, he'll grab your hand and shout at the person he's jealous of. Then you'll both leave with a dramatic exit.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to kiss you in random places, and it’s adorable. He loves to bury his face in your shoulder and kiss your neck, and especially your collarbone. He, however, would be confused if you did this to him. He’s a sucker for forehead (or top-of-the-head) kisses. They comfort him a lot because they remind him of his mother.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids. He acts like he hates them, but he’s very much in love with them.

“Kevin. Kevin. Kevin. Kev-” “What, Hunter???” “Look at this little guy” *insert picture of a baby metalhead* “Awh, that’s actually sweet.” “No, dude. It’s totally badass.”

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You wake up next to him, he’s stroking your hair as if it’s an angel’s, and he truly thought you were one. He gets up to go get you a glass of water, and sometimes it’ll take him 10 minutes to get back because he gets into a fight with his dad. Although, when he does come back, he’ll be kind of moody. (which means extra cuddles)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You guys both watch a movie before you go to sleep, but one thing about Hunter is that he’s a LOUD sleeper. He snores and moves a LOT. He can’t help it though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He slowly reveals himself to you. Sometimes he’ll expose them in an argument, or sometimes he’ll expose them in a “joke.” Whatever you do, don’t laugh. He’ll never open up to you again.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I think Hunter’s patience is pretty self-explanatory… Long story short, he’s pretty easily angered with anyone, but not as easily when it comes to you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. He can’t even remember what he ate for lunch, and yet he still knows what you said exactly 7 hours and 23 second ago. Your friend hurt you? He knows every single detail and guilt-trips your “friend” about it every time he sees them.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is at the beginning, when you first confessed to each other. He’s never felt so loved before, especially from someone who loves him back. He’ll never forget the sense of security and pure love he felt when you two kissed for the first time.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hunter is very protective. Someone hurt you? He’ll hurt them worse with that dorky little punch of his

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort. He’s the kind of guy who will wear jeans and a t-shirt to a fancy dinner, but will wear a suit to a netflix and chill date. On anniversaries, he buys you tons of candy. Mostly your favorite, but also some of his so you can eat them together.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

No matter how many times you tell him not to, he chronically bites his nails. He’s upset that his black nail polish is ruined, but he also knows that rough nails “are so metal, dude.”

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s only a bit insecure, but he quickly gets over it when someone/something feeds his ego.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Without you, Hunter would feel like he was abandoned again. Like part of him is missing. How could the best part of his life walk away from him so fast?

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Hunter cries 24/7. He can’t show emotion to a lot of people, so he lets everything out when he’s alone. He cries in the basement listening to slow metal blast in his headphones because he wants to feel the music.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He would HATE if his partner was overbearing. Actually- they wouldn't even be his partner if they were overbearing.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

He snores. He sleep talks about how Metallica is so much better than Megadeth (he's wrong) He constantly moves around. He cries in his sleep and has lots of nightmares.

i procrastinated this for so long, i'm sorry anon 😭

#hunter metal lords #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester metal lords #hunter sylvester x reader #hunter sylvester x male reader #hunter sylvester headcanon #hunter sylvester headcanons #hunter x reader #metal lords #hunter sylvester x fem reader #hunter sylvester x female reader

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niuniente · 3 months

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Alright, I've got a inquiry. Why doesn't Kizzie just disown her dad? Then legally she's not related to him and should be able to stay in the music business in her town, right? I've read a lot of stories about adults who have disowned their parents so theoretically this could work?

Grudges carry really, really far. I've grown up in a rural area, where grudges carried over for centuries. What your great-great-great uncle did in 1823 mattered so much that you were still tainted by that action. It was even worse if it was someone from your immediate family, like a parent or a sibling.

No matter of disowning this relative or trying to explain that I am NOT the same as my family member and hey, this thing happened in 1744 didn't take the grudge away. These carry (still!) in small areas to such extend that you might have difficulties getting a job (because the said great-great-great uncle screwed something over, or your great-great-grandmother was rumored to bewitch someone's cow so that it died).

Same works the other way around, too! If you great-great-great uncle was someone important and very valued, you're automatically great and valued too. You don't have to do anything to earn this respect; it's automatically given to you in your blood.

For example, the small rural area where I grew up in always celebrated everyone who graduated from a high school. The people in the area collected some money, typically like 100€, to give for the student as their sign of a gratitude. Typically 1 or 2 students graduated each year, some years none did.

This was a long tradition. Everyone had gotten money. But, when I graduated from a high school, I wasn't given money but a cheap utensil set.

It took me like two decades to understand that why I was not given money was because of my father's reputation and our status. While he was a hard working guy, he was also financially abusive, always in dept. The people apparently feared that if I get money, my father will take it, so they bought me utensils. But they bought a cheap set with less value than the 100€ because we were a newcomer family, clearly not to be trusted that well with no roots in the area (we had lived there 9 years by this time but were still "not welcomed" because we didn't originate from the area), and thus, my value as a person in that area was low. I was an outsider getting into a tradition which had been going on for a long time but which clearly belonged only to the people who had lived there for long as a family line.

While Lywood is a big city, the music scene there is like a little world or a village of its own. This is still true in modern days, too. When my friend, who works in an entertainment industry and in the capitol area, started a relationship with a same sex partner, they both hid their relationship for 10 years from work, because they both feared they would lose their jobs. And we're talking about the entertainment industry! Actors, directors, composers, dancers, opera singers, artists etc. who are generally very LGBTQA+ friendly (and this whole country is) - and yet, since in the industry everyone knows everyone, my friend and the partner didn't want to take a risk of their reputation being stained by their personal love life. They honestly openly came out as a couple after 10 years when they got married and my friend had gained enough reputation as a reliable employee and her resume was honorable enough to guarantee her more work in the future. It seemed to pay off as she signed a contract with a company for a permanent position recently, and she doesn't have to jump from a project to another.

These kinds of things are at play with Kizzie's case. Curiously enough, Kizzie seemed have taken a risk and counted it as the least of all evils to ask help from a Death-Head....

#kizzie #ask niu #DHD

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vidavalor · 5 months

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I’m just in the middle of reading your coffee interpretation with the Metatron and it’s so good! You are so brilliant and eloquent! But now I need to know (demanding, right? Shut up Leo, she’s doing this in her free time!) what you think of Aziraphale mouthing words to Crowley just after his talk with Metatron?

It starts at 41:12 mins and it very much looks like he’s saying “we need help”. Someone also mentioned he might be gesturing a time out with his hands, and we already know that 15 minutes went missing when looking at the clock after Crowley left (so they probably did stop time at some point there)

What do you think? Have you noticed this tidbit before? (I sure didn’t) Have a great day and thanks again for doing this!

Hi @procrastiel How's it going, love? You're making me blush. Ask away-- it's a fun stress reliever to respond lol. It's a cookie night over here so help yourself.

Not that long but throwing it under a cut for politeness.

I don't hear "help" and I listened a bunch. I heard before and still hear and lip-read Aziraphale saying "you and I" in tandem with the time-out hand gesture, which I do see and agree with. He just came back from this massively iffy conversation with The Metatron, the bookshop is burned as a place to talk... there are other things to discuss and problems to deal with first before they talk about how the night's changed things for their relationship. At minimum, the gesture and the "you and I" mean "we need to take a time out on talking about us right now as there are other things happening" and it *is* that but it's also, imo, possibly Aziraphale trying to ask Crowley to freeze time.

It's "you and I-- time out", meaning that he wants Crowley to stop time so that they can talk and plan something, as they did with Adam in S1. Crowley doesn't pick up on it. He doesn't pick up on, imo, quite a few things in the scene that he absolutely would have normally so there's something off there. You know I think he came back not exactly totally present from Heaven so...

When Aziraphale left The Metatron ("go and tell your friend the good news"), the moment he's facing away from The Metatron and all the way as the camera's on him and he's walking to the bookshop, he looks distraught. Nervous. Uncertain. He's definitely not super fucking jazzed about going to Heaven and he feels trapped but he still thinks maybe he and Crowley can find a way out of it and at least he's going now from The Metatron to talk to Crowley, right? He smiles a little at entering the bookshop, seeing Crowley across the room, and kindly/politely at Maggie & Nina as they leave. When Maggie says that she's sure that they have a lot to say, Aziraphale's expression changes and the kindly/politely smile becomes a real one -- a loving, excited one-- as he's looking to where Crowley is across the bookshop.

That's because Aziraphale realizes from what Maggie said that if she and Nina were just here talking with Crowley while Aziraphale was gone and then left with that "I'm sure you two have a lot to say" comment the moment he got back, that Crowley might have just told the humans they're closest to that he was going to ask Aziraphale to marry him.

This whole thing would have been literally bats an hour ago lol and honestly still is because the threats to them aren't over (nor are they really to Gabriel & Beezlebub, I'd wager, not that anyone realizes that in this moment but lol) but none of that matters for a moment here to Aziraphale because Crowley is going to ask him to marry him.

Crowley literally cannot wait a minute before doing so and that's everything on Aziraphale's face prior to "hold that thought" and the "you and I"/time out moment. Prior to that, we just get Aziraphale smiling at Crowley with total adoration as Crowley takes his glasses off and says he's got something to say and rambles his way into trying to get closer to saying it. Throughout all of it, Aziraphale is doing his downward hands thing that says like "take a beat, not right now" but he's not upset at what he's hearing. It's the complete opposite. He actually stops the "take a beat" hands for a moment because he's too busy just smiling at Crowley and looking at him lovingly when he can't stop rambling his way towards a proposal. He's the embodiment of fondness and love for a moment there because he knows what Crowley is trying to do and because just the sheer fucking meltiness that is that literally the second Crowley thinks they might be able to-- the very first time they're speaking alone after that-- he's trying to propose. They're borderline immortal beings who have been alive for bazillions of years but if not for the, uh, rest of S2 lol, they would have been married by sundown that day and Aziraphale was all for it but also he couldn't have Crowley say this right now because, ya know, The Metatron and all that. (Ugh the fucking Metatron lol.)

So we get the "you and I" and the subtle time out hand gesture and it's his turn to ramble and this is nervous Aziraphale rather than excited Aziraphale, imo, but that's when it takes a turn for the disaster we all know too well lol and I'd also wager that what Crowley winds up saying is not exactly what he was originally going to. In a panic, Crowley does what he always does when Aziraphale gets in his Heaven feelings and begs him to run away with him, which solves nothing and tipped it all from bad to worse. I think Aziraphale also was especially angry with it because he knows that Crowley pivoted to it, knowing he'd already been rejected a bit here, and it wasn't the marriage proposal that Aziraphale thought was coming and that Crowley had actually been intending on saying prior to the whole bit about what The Metatron said.

In the long term, as brutal as this scene is, it's actually better that it went this way because if you think it's already heartbreaking now, imagine if Aziraphale hadn't gotten Crowley to stop proposing and had let him and then told him about what The Metatron said. Imagine if he'd let Crowley get beyond the ramble and the first few sentences of what he was going to say (which were probably similar to what he ended up saying before pivoting it from proposing marriage to proposing running away together) and let him ask him to marry him... at least now Crowley's never really fully said it and so they have the option of a different run of it in the future.

re: the clock... I wouldn't put a lot of stock on the big clock by Aziraphale's desk in the bookshop. Go watch the scenes in the bookshop during 1941 in The Blitz, Part 2. The clock never actually moves and no one froze time during that part of the story. I'm fairly sure it's meant to be more of an old clock that Aziraphale has for decoration more than function. If it had two different times on it in the 2.06 bookshop scene, it was probably a continuity error-- someone jostling the clock or something between takes and not remembering exactly what time it was set to or mistakenly thinking they did remember it correctly and then it just being overlooked. I think Neil Gaiman did say the clock is a production error? Don't quote me on that but it was him or Douglas McKinnon or someone... possibly. I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere. That said...

...there is something fucked up about the time on the night of the ball but I'm not sure it's frozen time. It might be. There absolutely is something there related to time because the show has a million scenes establishing the start time of the ball at 6:30pm and then it doesn't go on for that long before the demons are attacking it and Crowley winds up in Heaven but then just after when he comes back, Nina's coffee shop should have opened a half-hour ago and it's bright and sunny and breakfast time? Where did the night go? I have the feeling it's more that we're missing time than that time was frozen because some of it feels really jumpy.

The scenes where Crowley goes from leaving Muriel's desk with them and Saraquel to suddenly being in the elevator with them but now plus Michael and Uriel felt intentionally abrupt. Michael and Uriel's sudden presence in the elevator make us aware of the fact that we're missing how they got involved here, which reminds us that we're missing some time between these two scenes, which causes us to question on some level why we are and why they were shown to us in this way... and then when they arrive back at the bookshop and it's daylight, it's like, oh, uh we're missing a *lot* of time... so there's definitely something wonky about time here.

Adding to this is the choice to show us Aziraphale's conversation with The Metatron as, essentially, mini-flashbacks set a hot minute previously that are intercut into a scene in the present. It was an unusual choice for the show that usually does flashbacks as full scenes or minisodes but it could be argued it's done to set up a mirror to it in S3 where we're flashing back in time to a matter of hours prior to scenes we just saw near the end of S2. (So, we're seeing scenes from the night we're missing.) This actually would potentially maybe be kind of like S1's whole "x hours/minutes until the end of the world" recurring thing backwards, which would be kind of neat. It might imply that we see more than just Aziraphale and The Metatron's conversation but we find out more of what happened the prior night with Crowley as well, which then adds new layers into what's going on at the very end of S2. Whatever's going on, there is definitely something weird about time, I'm just not sure that clock is the most trustworthy indicator of what it is.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale

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monnn · 1 year

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>Winter Petal✧⁠*

Pairing: non-idol!Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: angst, angst and more angst, one-sided love, reader is LOVESICK for Wonu!! >o<"

Warnings: it's just gonna hurt a lot and doesn't end happily, so read at your own risk(I'm sorry)

WC: 3.1+

A/N: oof, hello folks. the past few weeks has been such a roller-coaster and I wasn't really feeling better. I'm doing better now and I hope you are too♡ since this was due for quite a while, it's a bit Ionger than expected. this is the last part of the unexpected series and I hope you have enjoyed it so far! I'll shut up now and let you read, so hold on tight and let yourself feel while reading this! a little song recommendation: I Love You So by The Walters on loop! @-@

part-1, part-2 here!

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PRESENT

Wonu was busy adoring Jiyeon, while your eyes were on him, Jiyeon’s voice snapping you out of your trance.

“You’ll be there as early as possible. I better see you at the venue, at least a week before. Please Y/N?”she goes on, from demanding to begging real quick.

“I'll try my best Ji. You know how busy I can get” you say, sipping your hot chai.

They were getting married.

Wonwoo was getting married and it wasn't to you.

The biggest heart break of all times.

The thought of Wonwoo being the first of your friends’ circle to be hitched, is beyond you. Wonu hated commitments, relationships didn't matter.

“I still can't believe you're marrying this annoying ass, Jiyeon. He must've really worked wonders for his previous eight lives” you say, playfully knocking Wonu’s head, signalling him to get off his phone.

“Are you really my best friend?! You're supposed to be happy for me!” he whines. You just laugh at him instead of replying. Honestly, you were happy for him. Though it wasn't something your heart desired for, you were happy to see Wonwoo happy. Even if it means that you won't ever have a chance with him. Maybe you'll eventually forget him, you think. Though that's almost impossible.

Almost.

“But I agree with Jiyeon. You need to be there ASAP, Y/N. You know how much of a wreck I turn into when I'm stressed. And all of us would have more time to spend with each other. I know how stressful all our lives have been and I'm sure we've all missed each other, so please?” he rambles, all in a single breath. As much as whatever Wonu told was true, you don't think you can physically handle it all. It’d be too overwhelming for you, with your emotions splayed out and heart on your sleeve, waiting to be ripped off by none other than the groom. So, you chose the safest option – to arrive on the wedding day.

“I'll try my best Wonu. I can only wonder how stressful it can be for the both of you, but I also know you guys are THE powerful duo who can overcome anything. So, I’ll root for the both of you, hoping everything would turn out well and I'll see you on your big day” you say, wearing a warm smile covering the growing pain in you.

The couple radiate the warmest of energy and nod at whatever you said as it’s nothing but the absolute truth. They've always been this way, unbreakable no matter what. You used to envy that, as your college-self wanted them to low-key breakup. You and Wonwoo were THAT powerful duo before Jiyeon came through, it was only human for you to be jealous of them. Now you just feel tender looking at them, there's no jealousy, which is truly surprising.

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Days pass by sooner than you think and you're on your way to the destination. As weird as Wonwoo can get, the wedding’s happening in winter instead of spring or summer like the others do. He was specific about this as he met Jiyeon in winter. Little did anyone know that the both of you met in winter too. Well, it was winter in your lives as you and Wonu were both loners. It’s almost fateful for the both of you to be stuck with each other for so long.

If only this wasn’t platonic, everything would be straight out of a well-written romance fiction. (haha, unlike this one)

Your said date a.k.a Seungcheol, had picked you up from your place early in the morning to drive you. Jeonghan had planned all this, since he can stay without a date as his sister was coming along. Cheol was great company, and he didn’t need to have conversations with you, making the whole scene feel alien. You were truly grateful for that, as you didn’t really have an appetite to digest the things spewed by others at the wedding. The weather was getting a bit warm for winter, making you roll your window down, feeling the sharp yet soothing breeze while you try not to feel like your heart’s about to be grilled because of the emotions you felt. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jeonghan calling Cheol, who’s phone was connected to the speaker. You pick it before he reaches, Cheol sending a small smile to you.

“Hey Cheollie, how far away are you guys?” you hear Hannie, enquiring like the mum he is.

“Hi Han, we’re an hour away. How’s it going over there?” you ask, warmth crawling up your cheeks.

“Hi Y/N!!! I can’t wait to see you,” he pauses, the boys screaming in the background as they hear about you. “These morons won’t let me speak to you, so I'm gonna hang up now and see you both soon!” he says, seemingly pushing Soonie away as he was whining over the speaker to you about not being there sooner.

Laughing, you almost hang up before pausing to ask something.

“Oh, and Han?”

“Yeah, love?”

“How’s he? Is he alright?” you ask, curiously.

Sensing how concerned you were, Han chose to not make it harder.

“He’s alright for now, babe. He’ll be okay. I’d ask about you but it’s way too early and I want you to be wrapped in my arms for at least 20mins before I ask you anything” he says, sighing in relief.

“Hannie, I thought WE were married!” Cheol whines, as you laugh at how he’s sulking over the affection Han has for you. It’s cute, how they’ve been each other's rock for so long and yours too. You’ve genuinely missed your friends so much, your heart aches a little at the instances where you avoided them to protect your peace.

Hannie’s giggles bring you back, as he replies saying that they’re over if Cheol doesn’t get us there ASAP. Now you’re dealing with a sulky Cheol, who’s whining at how Han’s pulling tricks always, though you can’t help but just laugh at your friends’ antics.

Time flies and you’re at the wedding, a whiny Chan and Soon clinging onto you as you walk. They lead you guys to where the others are and upon the sight of you, Han’s running over to you. He jumps on to you as you topple down, Hannie having no intention of letting you go. He asks about Cheol, who insisted that he can drop the bags in your room all by himself. You guys just lay on the grass for a bit and he gets up as the weather’s still a bit cold, to drag you inside the resort. Seeing all your friends made you tear up a bit, which led to all of you shedding a few tears as you guys hug the sadness away. It’s wholesome than sad, because of how much these idiots mean to you and vice versa. The friendships you’ve built with each of them is so darn precious to you and it’s baffling how you were ready to throw this all away, just for that one man. Who was now about to be married. Pushing this aside, you search for two of your other friends who were nowhere to be found. In the garden area of the resort, you find them caressing their own drinks. Mingyu’s got champagne while Jihoon’s in love with his whiskey. They’re still the same old dorks you met; you ponder over while walking towards to them.

“Already?” you say, startling the both of them as they were lost in their own drinking shenanigans.

Mingyu is the first one to get up, lifting you up while he gulfs you into him. He’s so warm and smells like home, you’ve missed this puppy.

“I’m so glad to see you, Y/N. Do you need a drink too?” he asks, ready to order one for you. You shake your head, not wanting to show up drunk at your best friend’s wedding. The minute Mingyu lets you down, you run to hug Jihoon. You feel tears stinging your eyes, heart feeling heavier than ever. Sensing that you need your time with Jihoon, Mingyu walks away telling that he’ll see you around and to contact him if anything. You hug him goodbye before turning back to Jihoon.

Honestly, he’s the best person to let your thoughts be and to just sit with it than avoiding it like a plague. Jihoon glances at you, ordering a glass of gin with ginger ale while you were settling down. Once the drink arrives, he pushes it to your side, signalling you to have it.

“Jihoon....I can’t” you say, hesitantly but low-key really needing some alcohol in your system.

“You’ll need it for later, Y/N. Have it please?” he requests, raising his glass and waiting for you to clink them with. You give up, taking the glass and toasting it with Jihoon’s before having a sip. The way your sip lasted more than it was supposed to, seemed like you were quenching your thirst but with alcohol.

Well, fuck being sober at the love of your life’s wedding, I guess.

You hang with Jihoon for a bit more, before a cute Joshua is waltzing through the room, letting you know that it’s time to get ready for the ceremony. At this, Jihoon just nodded at you and hugged you off, saying that he’ll see you at the hall in a bit. The hug lingered for a while which was broke by Jisoo, coughing to subtly steal you away from everyone.

What was with him?

Well, he had a crush on you. Everyone else knew, except for you. Even Wonwoo knew. Shua wasn’t sure if his adoration has stayed a crush for so long, but he wasn’t ready to give up on you. Though a part of him is sad that you’re not the bride, he’s slightly happier to have a chance to woo you. (PS: everyone knew you were head over heels for Wonu, cheers to being the monarch of simp nation. JK, you were too obvious around him)

Hand wrapped around his arm, Shua leads you to your room, informing that Cheol will be over to pick you up in two hours or so. You slowly get into your dress, adoring how beautiful it looks before the makeup artist’s knocking at your door. You let them in and then sit down to get your makeup done, while you snack on carrots and stay on your phone. In no time, you’re dolled up real nice and right on time, Cheol enters. He smiles at you before engulfing you in a hug, careful not to ruin the art you are.

“You look lovely, Y/N. If I weren’t gay and married to Han, I’d walk down the aisle with you tonight.” he jokes, making you laugh.

“There we go, a smile was all that was missing” he says, taking your hands in his.

“How are you feeling, dove?” he asks, eyes scanning for any discomfort or sadness.

“I’m doing alright, Cheol. Thank you for checking up on me, always” you say, giving his hands a tight little squeeze.

“Glad that Jihoon made me have a good ol’ glass of Bombay Sapphire with ginger ale. I think I can survive the ceremony without breaking down and confessing my love to Wonu, while he’s getting married to Jiyeon” you blurt out, jokingly. There’s a moment of silence as Cheol gawks at what you said before you tell him that it was a joke and how they should get going before it gets late.

Guess you are late, as the person you love would be walking the aisle with his lover, who sadly isn’t you.

Before entering the hall, you go over to see the bride and groom. You head to Jiyeon’s room, heart hurting yet happy for her. Knocking on the door, you open it to see Jiyeon, pacing around the room in her wedding gown. She looks ethereal, and so ready to share her life with your best friend. As soon as she notices you, she runs towards you to hug, and tries to collect her breaths.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I can’t. Can you marry Wonwoo instead?” she asks, voice laced with panic. It’s pathetic how you actually consider that for a minute. Laughing it off, you pull Jiyeon back, holding her hands in yours, eyes meeting hers while you muster up the courage to say –

“Hey Ji. You’ll be alright, okay? It’s not someone you don’t know, it’s just Wonu. Everything will be alright. Breathe for me, please?"

“Right, you’re right Y/N. It's Wonwoo, why’d I didn’t think of that? Anyways, thank you Y/N. Though you’ve always been his rock, you secretly managed to be mine too” she says, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“So, I'll see you on the aisle, yeah? All the best Ji, you’ve got this” you say, leaving before she replies. Your feelings were up your throat, waiting to be pushed out anytime if you hadn’t left the room. You do the same thing you told Jiyeon – breathe. You take a few deep breaths, fixing yourself as you head towards your best friend.

Best friend.

As you were about to knock, the door opens revealing an equally nervous yet, oh-so beautifully dressed Wonu. He’s pulling you inside, locking the door behind, not giving you time to process. You wait for him to say something, instead he just looks at you like he’s about to cry if you don’t hug him.

So, you do. You embrace him in your arms, for the last time as a bachelor and probably the last time as your love.

After staying in each other’s warmth for a while, he lets go, letting you take a good look at him.

“God damn, Wonu! You look so sharp, didn’t know you could stop being in your nerd element” you joke, winking at him. He laughs, before twirling lazily to give you a 360 of his carefully crafted tux.

“Ready, big guy?” you ask, searching for any hint of resistance in his eyes. He locks eyes with you, nodding slowly. Things have always been like this with him, words didn’t seem like a necessity. You were more than glad to not be talking more than that because honestly, you wouldn't be in one piece.

“Yeah. Yes, I’m ready Y/N. Don’t think I've ever been sure of anything, than this moment right now.” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. That smile of his was reserved, only you had seen it apart from Jiyeon, of course. You reciprocate the same, hugging him for the one last time and leaving the room with the feeling of your heart, suddenly weighing a ton.

As soon as you exit the room, you find Cheol pacing around in the hallway. At the sight of you standing outside Wonwoo’s room, Seungcheol is walking towards you.

“Hey dove, you alright?” he asks, so full of concern. You smile so much as a reply. So much that your cheeks hurt and tears slowly start to well up from within the depths of your fragile heart.

“I'm okay Seungcheol. Let's head to the hall before we're late, yeah?” you slur, trying to shake your tears off. He comprehends how sensitive you are and just nods at you, silently hooking your arm to his while the both of you walk towards to hall.

You realize, the pain you feel, is beyond anything your brain could fathom and mere words can describe how much it hurts.

The hall looks so elegant and everyone there look so beautiful, like dolls in a dollhouse. There are lots of orchids and tulips, as an ornament to the room, making it look so soft yet neat. You move towards your friends, praising how good they look in their tuxedoes and chit-chatting your way through the whole thing, trying your best not to think.

Weirdly, Joshua’s by you the whole time, stuck like gum. Not that you mind it or anything, it's actually really comfortable. Cheol had left your side to sit with Hannie and he had taken over. His subtle touches and the way he looks at you – it helps you feel so grounded and you're more than thankful for that.

Music starts playing, indicating the beginning of the ceremony as you see Wonwoo, gracefully walking down the aisle with a faint blush and a soft smile set on his gorgeous face. Your heart falters at the sight and it refuses to function further when he looks at you, sending you one of his reserved smiles. You reciprocate the same, hands slowly being taken into Jisoo’s. You're amazed at how helpful his touches have been, it's shocking.

Gazing at Wonu, everything fades out for you except for the love you have for him.

And in no time, Jiyeon’s walked in, vowing to love your best friend until the last of her breath and with everything she’s got. You can feel your heart clenching, and Joshua senses the same too, as your clammy hands squeeze his unconsciously.

The thing was, Shua didn't need words from you to understand either. He looks at you, his pretty eyes checking for any discomfort and when you smile back at him, he decides not to bother you further.

There's a sudden cheering of the crowd, making you turn your head towards the couple as you see them kissing.

Vows were said, promises were made and bonds were created.

It was too late for you to do anything. You feel the emotions rushing out of you as you excuse yourself to get away from there.

I need some air you say, to all your worried friends. So busy running away from the love of your life, you don't notice Joshua following you.

As soon as you get out, clutching your chest you slump down onto the sofa at the lobby as tears paint your face. The pain is so much that you find yourself trying hard to breathe while the emotions keep nagging at you and drowning you in the depth of the love you have for Wonwoo.

While trying to calm yourself down, you feel a hand on your shoulder, the radiating warmth grounding you for the Nth time this night. You look up thinking it's Jihoon, but it's not.

Hong Jisoo stands there, tears in his eyes but also looking so fondly at you.

As if you're a porcelain tea cup who’d break if looked at any harder.

You feel pathetic, but Joshua pulls you into a hug, letting you wet his shoulders to your heart’s content. Hearts suddenly seem to weigh a ton, the energy draining all while you try your best to catch the breath you never had in the first place.

He's gone. The love of your life is no longer yours.

Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend but also the person who mattered so much, like how the sun was to the moon.

For the coldness in him, he had found his summer. But left you to be nothing, than a petal of the harsh Winter, waiting to writhe away in utter grief.

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A/N: There's now an epilogue to this series, you can find it here!

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Arranged marriage with Sherlock

Always by my side!

Bbc Sherlock

Warning:- arranged marriage, anxiety!

Otherwise fluff!

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It all started when my family became determined to marry me off to someone, literally anyone, as I failed to find myself a suitable groom they took it in their own hands. I was furious and rejected every men they presented. But it was my mistake, because the last guy whom they confirmed on my behalf looked a little suspicious. I didn't know how to get his information out so I thought to seek help from the best person in London. Yes, Sherlock Holmes and his assistant and friend John Watson. As I knocked, and finding the door open, I entered to find the two men arguing,

"Sherlock Holmes?" I called out loudly. Both of them looked at me and I told them everything. The detective listened and said, "I would've declined this case immediately but guess you're really in trouble." I was unsure of his remark.

"What ?"

"The way you described him, it says, he doesn't value anyone, he isn't going to value your opinion, I'm sorry but he is not someone who is... Suitable for you ".

"What do you mean by that?" I wanted a clear explanation.

"Look at you, you're young, posh, I believe educated and have own opinion, a little self centric perhaps but he, he's gonna treat you like you don't matter, so if it wasn't for you I would've turned it down but ...." He paused, "I'm not going to sit quietly and see your life getting ruined."

"What will you do?" John asked him.

"I'll find about this guy and see if he's fine for her."

Two days passed and I got his call,

"Yes?" I answered.

"I atleast expected a greeting" said the man from the other side. "Anyway come to Baker Street at once."

So I did and obviously that guy turned out to be a jerk, who disrespects everyone.

"So you better tell your family." He said.

"But that ain't gonna work." I replied.

"Why so?"

"You see, I don't wanna get married right now, and I have rejected 15 men they've chose".

"Fifteen?"

"Yes, and he's the sixteenth but my reason for rejecting them was, I... I wanna study Mr Holmes, more, I know I'm already a graduate but I want more, a good job too, I don't want to be my husband's house wife and as you've seen him, they won't let me work."

"Have you told your parents?"

"No use, they'll be marrying me off anyway, they're determined."

"That's illegal, you can simply..."

"They're my family Mr Holmes, I'd rather marry a jerk than letting them go through this legal trouble."

"But that'll ruin your life" he said with such power in his voice and that was the truth.

"I guess your work is done then, just the payment part is left".

"Are you going to marry him ?"

"Yes unfortunately."

"Then I'm unsuccessful in your case, I can't accept a penny."

"You did your job".

"I won't take a coin".

It was absolutely ridiculous to argue with him, so I greeted and went away although before leaving I just heard John's voice saying, "Sherlock, I have a plan."

I shrugged it off as I was genuinely in trouble. Later that evening, I found out that my marriage with that Jerk was called off because someone else, said to be better turned up to ask my hand in marriage, Sherlock Holmes. Can you believe it? What a ridiculous thing he has done honestly. I was furious. I couldn't help but enter my room and call him,

"Hello?"

"What are you ? A lunatic?" I was absolutely angry.

"See , you can't greet properly, what's wrong?"

"You asked my family to marry me ?"

"John and Mycroft did, it is arranged between our families."

"I asked help and you idiot, you took this opportunity to marry me? Does my parents know how older you are than me ?"

"Yes they do, yet they accepted and I'm still helping you".

"Exactly how?"

"If you marry me, you won't have to be with that Jerk, I won't stop you from studying and you can work as long as you want you can stay with us, and in the mean time, if you find someone whom you and I both find suitable for you, you are free to follow your heart."

"I need your approval now?"

"Oh yes you do"

"Fine but you can't force yourself on me, that's the fear I have in arranged marriage "

"I assure you I won't, now get ready for the wedding young lady."

That was the conversation we had before the wedding and we met on our wedding day again. Everyone were so happy but I was still trying to process everything. I myself did the rituals hesitated but look at the cold detective, he did everything so smoothly. I couldn't believe I had to live in that rusty dusty flat with him. But yet after all he was saving my life, it was true.

I became Mrs Sherlock Holmes. After the wedding we both went to the very famous 221b Baker Street. When I entered his flat, it was absolutely disaster, papers filled the floor, and his dining table was more like a chemistry lab.

"Uh, I know this isn't something you expected" he said, he seemed a little embarrassed, "but um give me some time I'll, I'll fix it". And offered me a smile. I stared with furrowed eye brow, I still can't believe I'm married. But I kept on reminding me, it's just a help, he helped me. Because of him that Jerk won't be forcing himself on you.

I smiled back to him too then wondered where should I keep my things, "my things?" I asked.

"Oh yes um that's my room you can put it there... I mean" he paused a little, "our room". He said, I didn't know what was happening, but it sounded good, 'our room'. I did as he said and saw him picking the papers from the ground. People said he's a junkie, he might be, but not he was extremely sweet, at least at this moment. No wait? What am I thinking, perhaps I was just hungry.

"May I open the fridge?" I asked impatiently, he was about to warn me to be careful but I already opened it and yes, there were human thumbs. I gave a light scream and closed the door.

"At least wait till I tell you" he said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that."

"You okay?" He seemed a little concerned not gonna lie.

"No I was shocked, I'm fine don't worry. So you don't have food in there."

"Nope"

"You don't cook?"

"Nope"

"Who does?"

"Mrs Hudson, John"

"John? He lives here?"

"Yes with rosie his daughter."

"Oh"

"Is that a prob..."

"It's okay I can cook".

He forgot to blink perhaps.

"You want to cook? In my kitchen... I mean our.. I.. you can cook?"

"Do I look stupid? Ofcourse I can cook, just tell me what you have, I'll make something out of it,"

He walked towards the kitchen, still not blinking and took out every little thing he had but I already had in mind what I'm gonna cook.

"Cool, you have chicken and everything, looks like chicken tikka masala would be perfect. now you can clean while I see what I can make."

He stared as if his eyes said, 'bosy' . But he nodded and went back to his work.

After half an hour John came with Rosie. The first thing Rosie did was hug Sherlock. And he seemed really fond of her. It was so sweet I could stare at them if I weren't cooking. He's not that cold as he seems, perhaps these walls and John and Rosie could only see this side of him, and now me. Then Sherlock stood up and walked towards me while John and Rosie went to their room.

"Um I was thinking, perhaps we can order something, because we always eat together so.."

"I made for them too". This reply too seemed surprising to him.

"You did?"

"Yes I made for five people, you me John rosie and Mrs Hudson, what? You thought I'll only cook for myself?"

He stared and I almost wanted to hit him with my frying pan for being such an idiot.

"I... Thanks" he uttered.

"Okay um.. welcome maybe" that was the most awkward thanks and welcome I've ever been a part of.

Obviously my heart was in my hand when we sat to dine, what if they didn't like it?

"Why aren't you eating?" John asked.

"Oh no I want you three to eat first and tell me if you like it?"

I waited nervously as they took their first bite and then I saw their expression, enough to tell me it was good.

"It's soooo good" said little rosie, "really good" said John. And then I stared at the stupid man, also the most intelligent man as well actually, the man I was married to, "it's um.." he started,

"You can do better, be honest like you're always, harsh honest". Urged John.

"It's, better than anything I've ever had, I believe you know the secret of making good food, which is putting every spice in right amount and..."

"She doesn't need this, your intellectual explanation." John scolded him.

"Yeah right sorry."

I couldn't help but a soft giggle escaped from my mouth, "that's okay, glad you all liked it, now let us have our dinner."

After we four ate and Mrs Hudson also came to say it was so good. And surprisingly I saw Mr detective helping John with the dishes. I took this opportunity to roamed around the little flat. Rosie was already asleep and I stood by the window. After their work was done John went to sleep. And I could hear light footsteps of Sherlock approaching,

"That was very thoughtful of you". He said from behind. I turned to face him.

"Please, it was normal, atleast for me."

"If I'm being honest then I must say I deduced you wrong, I thought you were self centric."

No he wasn't wrong, I am self centric but how could I say, how could I confess? as standing by the window I realised I... I started to like his little family and him as well.

"I actually am, but I like when people praises my cooking so Maybe that's why. Anyway I am sleepy."

"Oh yes ofcourse, then we must ..." He looked at me and I gulped because things started to get pretty awkward at this point.

"Don't worry " he assured, "I'll keep my promise, I won't take advantage of you."

"Oh no I know, I trust you with it."

And sleeping beside him, didn't feel awkward at all. Even though when I woke up I saw my hand was on his chest and he was wide awake.

"Oh I'm sorry" I apologised taking away my hand.

"No it's fine, I believe you are used to sleep hugging a pillow isn't it?"

Again Mr detective deduces everything, "mm yes".

"So it's fine, don't worry about it." He got up saying so. Yet ofcourse it was awkward. But I tried to think nothing of it and replied,

"Yes I guess, are you going somewhere?"

"Yes cases, I'll take John with me too, will you be okay here?"

"Rosie will be here right?"

"Nope she'll be at school."

"When will you come?"

"Maybe before lunch."

That was okay, I could just go out and explore the place till then. And that's that, the two men went on their adventure and I went out to roam around Baker Street. I sat inside a cafe for an hour two, perhaps two until my phone rang and it was Sherlock, "yes?" I recieved it and said.

"Hey um.. when are you coming?" He asked from the other side.

"Are you two home already? I thought... Never mind, I thought it'd take you time, it's okay I'm coming."

And apparently I went to 221b, to find the two men already sat.

"There you are" said John.

"Yes, I am."

"He's never been this excited to get home before honestly."

"JOHN" snapped Sherlock at his comment.

"Uhhhh, okay" I said awkwardly and we three had lunch together. Later that evening both John and Sherlock were home, discussing about the case and Rosie went down to Mrs Hudson.

"So that's it, now I'm gonna go out get some air" said John and Sherlock and I nodded. We both sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Do you wanna walk outside too?" Sherlock asked me nervously.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind." I said smiling cause I really wanted to go out for walk.

We both walked aimlessly through the streets and some small talks were the entertainer for us. Many stores, cafe, restaurant passed and we walked together. It felt good surprisingly. He too felt good perhaps, his brows are always furrowed but now I see there's a twinkle in his eyes, brows relaxed and is that a little smile?

"You're staring" he snapped me out of my deduction.

"Oh yes , I was , trying to deduce you". I answered smartly or tried to do so.

"Oh really? So what did you get?"

Is he challenging me?

"Well, your case might've been well, you seem happy."

"Hmmm" he just hummed, but it was an acknowledging hum.

"Was I right?"

"Fifty percent".

"Now what does that mean?"

"Coffee or tea?" He literally shrugged it off and didn't explain, that's something new.

"Tea" I replied

"Same, let's get in here" he took me into a cafeteria. He ordered two English tea and some biscuits. It came in no time almost.

"It's actually good." I remarked as I took a bite of the biscuit.

"Ginger nuts" he said.

"I know your favourite. But mine is Bourbon."

"I know, I ordered those too, and if you'd like cakes , pastry you can get them too." He offered.

We had a good time there, just us, we got to know eachother more. It felt like he's very own. He talked of his past, his work, his friends. Perhaps he felt the same way about me. We made this evening date an everyday thing, even if he had work he'd take break for an hour and we'd try tea from different places. And I discovered he's and excellent violinist. He and I would even talk till we sleep. It's been many times we'd just talk stay awake at night and unknowingly drifted off between them.

But the other day as I layed down talking to him with my phone and giggling with him. He asked me, "you're quite likable to all aren't you, people must've been very fond of you since your childhood?"

I paused for a moment, as I remembered my horrible days, those horrible angry faces, those elders shouting at me saying things that hit me like dart, that pierced my heart, thess memories may have been burried under but, comes out time to time. I'm sure he saw my smile fading,

"Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" He said this a little louder as he held my hand. I remembered my horrible days and I felt tears falling down my cheeks. My phone fell from my hand as I looked at him and held his hand which hand my other palm in it and started crying. I bet he couldn't believe it, he told me his dark side smiling but I wasn't him, I wasn't strong. So I held him and cried, that was the first time he held me that close, he wrapped me in his arms tightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it'd cause you pain, forgive me".

I tried to control as I felt a little better after letting it all out, "no it wasn't your fault, you see Sherlock, I wasn't likable or something like that so I didn't have much people liking me. I was never upto the mark according to them, You've seen how vulnerable I am, Sherlock please don't leave me for this, I will do anything but don't abandon me for being weak."

"Shhh, no I can never leave you, how could I?who says you're weak, you survived every brick they threw at you from that young age, You're stronger than you think, and I? I won't ever leave you, and I think your parents have been harsh because they wanted good for you, even though creating trauma isn't the way but, it's okay, that was past, you're here now, you're looking for work and doing things you like, you'll see your family will understand you one day, for now, I'm not leaving."

He stroked my hair trying to calm me down. And I did perhaps, for that night, I hoped he knew what comes with me, hope he knows how to deal with this side of me. Bet he does, Sherlock Holmes knows everything. Since then I'd say we became good friends. And perhaps a little more as we're supposed to be, after all I shouldn't forget I married him.

A few months later as we were walking together from our evening tea date, and reached home we saw inspector lestrade at our doorstep.

"Sherlock".

"Lestrade? You look nervous, desparate... Well like as usual".

Should I laugh at him being this silly? Perhaps not now. We entered and he explained his case, it needed Sherlock and John to be investigating it right away but,

"You guys need to come to yorkshire with me, until the case solves." Said lestrade, and it was for a long time. I never felt like this. I felt as if without him, I forgot how deal with things. He felt the same I was sure, I looked at his face amd his expression was as similar to mine.

"But lestrade..." There wasn't any excuse but, Sherlock tried to form some kind of reason but there wasn't any.

"What?" The detective inspector snapped.

"Nothing" no he couldn't say it, "could you wait outside?"

"But I need to fetch you right now."

"I said outside, I need to talk to my wife." Sherlock yelled at these words. He yelled at lestrade for me. I felt safe, safe to be his wife. At that very moment I embraced my title and my marriage.

He went out and Sherlock looked at me, "listen I..."

"I know, I don't like being without you either, but I don't wanna be someone who drives you away from the thing you love, your work." I replied.

"What I meant to say is not this, look, it is true, these days since you've come, I was happy to be at home, I liked being here. As you deduced me smiling, it was half for case and half for being with you, I enjoy being here, with you. You are the best friend to whom I never feared of being judged and you are the one whom I stared at, when you cooked, when you try to play my violin, when you play with Rosie and even when you sleep. Yes and I know I promised you something but guess right now all I want for us is to do that one thing that is still left for us do as a married couple."

My heart leaped as I realised what he meant. But he needed to be at Yorkshire that moment than in our bedroom. I couldn't think more and placed my lips on his. He kissed me more passionately, hungrily, lovingly. After the kiss. As we breathed heavily I whispered, "perhaps after you come back from Yorkshire, we'll can be completely married then."

"so you won't go to anyone else?" He asked, our forheads touching one another's.

"no, where can I go, this is my home, you're my home Sherlock."

"And you're mine".

That was that and both the men went on their adventure. Molly would come sometimes to check on Rosie and we became good friends. Sherlock would call everyday and then after 2 and a half weeks. He came. We stood staring at eachother for a minute after his arrival. That distance between us was needed to know the value of eachother. And we valued us.

1 years later...

As we sat on the couch, he looking for cases and I was doing my work, he called out, "I must say it".

"What?" I was surprised, what now?

"I can't keep it, I haven't said this to you in a year". He was nervous again.

"What is it?"

"I love you" it took him a year to utter these words again to me.

"I know, thank goodness you said this again, after more than a year of our marriage, I believe you said this to me first time when you came from Yorkshire and kissed me isn't it Sherlock?". I said and got back to work.

"You didn't say it back?" He asked with his puppy eyes. Aww look at him. I put my laptop down and kissed his left cheek and said,

"I love you too Sherlock Holmes ".

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