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gadriezmannsgirl · 8 months

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Hola, chica bella 💛

Here to ask for the part 2 of Believe what you want because I need it already ✨️🫠 byebye 💙

The fact you knew already that I was posting it and you requested part II even before it was out🤭🥹🫶🏼.

For this one you should listen: What I Put You Through - Connor Maynard

Part 1 here Happy version

Believe What You Want (2) -P.G8

(Angsty version)

Summary: After realizing he fucked up, he tries his best to get you back

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony. "No" He whispered "Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?" "

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that

"No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

...

"She doesn't answer me" Pedri said for the fifteen time in a row pacing around in his room

"And she won't answer to you" Fer said "I mean... I wouldn't answer you either"

Pedri had explained everything to the three guys in the room, Fer knowing a bit more thanks to you. And he knew that his younger brother loves you to death but he also knows that what he did, wasn't right.

"¡Joder! ¡Soy un puto idiota!" (Fuck! I'm an asshole!) Pedro yelled kicking a ball in his room crashing into one of your pictures together "No, joder... No" (No, shit... No) He hurried to pick up the picture and inspect it. It had one little scratch made from the glass, the scratch made in between the two of you.

He shook all the negative thoughts that were running in his head and changed the photo frame.

"Well, you've got to understand her" Adrián began speaking "All of this could be true and her boyfriend just choosed to not believe her"

"I did not just choose not to believe her"

"You basically did, bro" Fer hissed "I mean... If my girl tells me that I would do more than just talking with each girl separatedly"

"And not only that but you also told her your personal fights as a couple" Jesús said

"Because she's my best friend!"

"Hermano..." Fer started "That's meant to be something only for the two of you, not something for you, Victoria and Y/N" Fer shook his head "I mean... It's okay you ask someone else for an advice, like what to do or stuffs but not to rant because for that, you've your girl. The one who's in the relationship with you. The one who's with you in the goods and the bads" silence flowed into the room, Pedri's heart was beating incredibly fast "If you want her back, you need to fully work for it, Pedro. Words won't do half of the work you gotta do"

And that was it.

Pedri broke down, feeling already the loss of the love of his life not being next to him, this time a bit heavier than the past 7 days. He left you when you didn't do anything at all. He threw you and your relationship away without a good reason. Tears escaped his eyes and his breathing was erratic.

All of his thoughts were about you and imaginating a life without you in it, thanks to himself.

"I'll be back before midnight" Pedro said grabbing his phone, wallet and car keys

"Where are you going? Won't you even take a shower? You smell" Adrián said shaking his head

"He cometido un grave error con la chica que amo, en estos momentos oler bien o estar guapo es lo que menos me vale" (I've made a big mistake with the girl I love, right now I don't care if I smell or look good)

"Pedro" Fer called him before he got out of the room "Buena suerte, hermano" (Good luck, bro) Pedri for the first time ever, smiled a bit.

"Thank you"

He was going to work for your forgiveness. He will make you fall in love with him again. He will win your trust again. You'll be happy with him. You'll be with him. He was going to make sure that happen.

And for that, he needed answers.

...

"Yes, there was a (Hair color) girl, with (Type of Eyes), a bit short, she was pretty nice. Sad thing she got hurt" A boy behind the counter said hissing remembering the moment "Elianna went with her, she said it was pretty bad but nothing that some cream and care couldn't do"

"Is that girl here? Elianna?" Pedri asked hopeful

"She's on her lunch break right now" The guy answered "She has the whole shift... Is it important?"

"Yes, really important" Pedri said without a doubt

"I'll let her know. You can sit anywhere and if you want to have a drink you can tell me" Pedri nodded slowly walking away.

He didn't know how much time he was there until a redhaired girl walked up to him, he without thinking straight stood up

"My workmate said you were looking for me?"

"Are you Elianna?" She nods "I'm Pedro. I'm the boyfriend of the girl that was poured coffee all over her"

"How's she?" She asked after gasping a bit at the mention of you. "I hope she's better"

"Ah-yes, she is a bit better. Thank you for asking" Pedri nodded nervous "Can I ask you something?" The girl nodded "Who poured the coffee on her?"

"Some random girl, Y/N said the girl didn't liked her..."

"Could you maybe describe her?"

"Oh, sure!" Elianna nodded "She had long hair, brunette with blonde highlights, she used tight clothes and she wasn't as short as Y/N, she was a bit more taller, maybe just like you?"

That was exactly Victoria's description.

"She entered a few minutes before Y/N, after I gave her a box of cupcakes she just kind of ran away and then next thing I knew was that the same girl poured hot coffee on Y/N"

Pedri stood there taking in all the information

"She hasn't been here since that day" Pedri nods humming "However, Y/N has and I know for a fact that her boyfriend broke up with her thanks to his best friend" Pedri looked up at her, guilt filled over his body "Why are you behind her? She's been awful these past few days, she's recovering from your treatment, why the need of asking all of this, if you don't believe her?"

"Because I fucked up. I fucked up big time and I want to mend it"

"Wish you luck... You'll deserve it because if I was her, I wouldn't even give you the time of the day or spare you a single look" Pedri looked down in shame and regret "I need to go... You want to order something?" He shook his head

"Not feeling hungry at all" He murmured grabbing his wallet and pushing some money into the girl's hand

"You aren't ordering anything"

"For you... For the help, for the info. Thank you"

And with that Pedri stood up and left the cafeteria. As soon as his body met the Catalan air, he fought the need of crying his everything out. You were right, just like you always were.

"I shouldn't have just let it pass" He said crying to himself now in the calm of his car. "I should have done something" He lamented.

His phone lighted up with a notification he didn't care about, his focus remained on a photo from the two of you at one of his spots in Barcelona to calm down and relax.

"Please, mi niña. Tell me how to make things right, tell me it's not too late, just please..." he begged at nothing because you weren't there and you haven't been since 7 days ago.

And as reality was hitting him, he knew there could be a possibility of you not going into his life ever again. Leaving him for your own good while he was suffering.

Pedro picked up his phone and dialed his best friend Jesús's number.

"¿Aló?" (Hello?)

"You said you heard them speak that night at Fer's birthday, right? I need to know everything you heard and if you saw something too, I'm on my way to pick you up so we can talk"

"You're really working for Y/N?"

"I am" Pedri nodded "I fucked up and I'm trying to mend everything with her"

"I'm waiting for you, hermano and also..."

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Good luck, you'll need it"

That phrase was starting to get on his nerves, he didn't liked how that sounded, because it seemed like even with all the effort he'll make, it'll not be enough to bring you back into his arms.

"Thanks bro"

...Two days later...

"Why?" Pedri said entering Victoria's house

"Hola Vic. ¿Cómo estas? ¿Qué tal va todo? Días sin verte" (Hi Vic. How are you? How's everything going? Long time not to see) She mockingly said with a smile but her smile was wipped off of her face when she saw Pedri's seriousness

"No estoy para juegos. Dime el por que has hecho eso" (I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me why you've done that)

"Done what?"

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" (Are you making fun of me?) Pedri hissed angry "Stop playing around and tell me... why you did all of that to Y/N?"

Victoria's face changed

"I didn't do anything"

"You did. Don't lie to me about anything because I know how things went now" Victoria's face changed

"What do you mean?"

"I know you poured hot coffee on her that day at the coffee, I know you've been telling her things behind my back about my relationship with her and stuffs, I know you poured her drink on yourself but made it look like it was her doing" Pedri shook his head not believing it "You faked things and like a fucking stupid I believed them, when the one I should've believed was my girlfriend! You damaged my relationship but I was the one breaking it for believing you, for believing my best friend"

"I let go the woman I'm in love with and it was all thanks to you because I never thought that my best friend, the one who has been besides me through my whole life could do such a thing and lie to me straight to my face!" Pedri's face was red and he never stopped to take a bit of air, he was fuming, he was angry and all he wanted to do was make Victoria disappear.

But most of all, all he wanted was to get you back.

"Those are lie-"

"If you even dare to say lie, I will pour the same drink Y/N was drinking that day at Fer's birthday, this time someone pouring it over you for real"

"She's making those things up!"

"She's making nothing up! I saw the video of the CCTV camera of the coffee shop, Jesús heard and saw the two of you at Fer's birthday and now that I connect dots, every single thing Y/N has told me, has sense now. And I hate the fact I couldn't see through it, I hate that I put my girlfriend's words in doubt all thanks to someone who didn't deserved a single look"

"Pedro, stop. You're hurting me"

"And don't you think you've hurted me before? You knew I was having troubles with her and all you wanted was to get her away from me. Why?" Nothing came out of Victoria's mouth

Your words came back to him and he blinked thrice, suddenly being brought back.

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Can I ask you something and you answer me with the truth?" Pedri said with his heart on the edge, he waited and all he got was a simple and small nod from Victoria "Are you in love with me?"

A few seconds passed where Pedri's eyes never left Victoria's "Yes" She said softly "I am" Pedri felt the air being knocked out from his lungs "Pedrito"

"No" He shook his head looking away "No" Pedri's eyes grow watery, he couldn't believe it. Once again, you were right, his actions and words replaying in his head, the way he ignored your feelings, the way he treated you, everything was haunting him. "Don't call me Pedrito nor Pedro, Pedri, Pepi, nothing. Don't even call me, forget about me, you are not my best friend"

"Pedri, por favor, don't do this"

"No. I didn't do anything, you did it yourself. Best friends don't do what you did to me, if you truly loved me, you could've straight up tell me that not take it out on the girl I'm in love with"

"In love with? So in love you are, you did not believed a single thing from her"

"And that was my biggest mistake because I thought "Why on earth the girl that has been besides me since forever would do something to damage me or the ones I love?"" Pedri laughed ironically shaking his head "I was so wrong and I regret every single thing I did since I saw Y/N leave on Fer's birthday but guess what? I had the one I thought was my best friend besides me but I never did"

"You still have me"

"If I do, I don't care, the one I truly need isn't here" Pedri shook his head "But I did needed my best friend those seven days to tell me everything was going to be okay, that I could move on, that I was in the right and Y/N in the wrong, that I did good in breaking up with someone who could only do was lie but then I find everything out and I realized I was just a puppet in the side of your game and I fell for it"

"Don't say it like that"

"That's exactly what it was" Pedri shook his head "´Now, me disculpas pero me tengo que ir" (Excuse me but I've got to go)

"¿Y para dónde vas?" (Where are you going?)

"You shouldn't care about that, Victoria. Hope you have a good life" With that Pedri turned around and walked outside of her house when almost inside his car he heard her yell his name out

"Pedro!" He looked at her "I'm sorry"

Pedri joined his lips and nodded softly, lifting one of his hands giving her a wave before he got into the car and drove off to certain destination with a single intention.

...

"What do you mean she's not here?"

"She hasn't been here since like a week ago?" The older lady said with a smile "She said she'll come back tho"

"Do you know where she might be?"

"I don't, mijo. I'm so sorry" She looked at Pedro carefully "Is everything okay?"

"I need to know where she is so I can fix things between us" Pedro answered with a lump on his throat, his voice cracked a bit and he looked down at his shoes

The older lady sighed "I'm pretty sure you'll fix everything that may be happening with the two of you, son"

"I don't know, miss. I messed up really big this time"

"From what I've seen you love each other so much, I've never seen someone look at her in the way you do and vice versa, talking things out can be really helpfull instead of letting problems grow"

"The thing is I never let her talk and all I did was say things I shouldn't" Pedri shook his head

"You know? She's looking really pretty in those pictures, maybe you can start from there" A loud "Abuela" was heard as the older lady smiled looking over her shoulder

"What pictures?"

"Oh, you know... The ones you take, the ones you update, the ones people take, those pictures..." The woman was smiling softly "Don't let her go" And with that she left leaving Pedri sat in front of your doorstep

He was sat there analyzing the woman's words. Pictures? The ones you take? Update? People take? Pedri's mind ran 120km/h trying to guess what she meant of and after some minutes and what it felt a whole lifetime, he confused grabbed his phone and clicked on Instagram.

You liked it even more than Twitter or even Tiktok, Pedri remembered with a smile the moments where you would "fight", he; claiming Tiktok was better as you defended Instagram with your life

He typed your user with no reward, you blocked him. And it was no surprise at all but his heart still broke a little bit more when he couldn't find you.

He sighed closing his eyes and relying his head in your door, fighting the tears, it seemed like he only could do that in the past days, cry 'till he had no more tears inside of him, fight the urge to cry and feel his stomach fall to his feet. He hated feeling this way and he hated the way he must have put your through

He unlogged his session and went into his mother's, you couldn't have blocked her, could you? With shaky hands and blurry eyes he typed in your user and this time your profile was the first one to appear, the colorful circle around your picture meaning you had stories up.

While he was sad, you were in Venice with your friends and family, he recognized almost all of the faces in the pictures, all of them except one, a male's one.

That quickly catched his attention, that guy appeared in eight out of ten pictures and in all of them he was besides you. You even tagged him on one and Pedri's thumb directly went to his account.

One of the most recent post of the guy said: "I hate the fact that when I met my soulmate she had boiling coffee burns on her but I certainly don't hate the fact I got to meet you, baby!"

Pedri's stomach flipped, seeing your answers of "♥️🥰" made his head turn everywhere, in an instant he got up and headed towards the elevator in his mind only three things. His passport, Venice and you.

Due to some storms in Spain, he couldn't get out that same day and neither the next day, it was day three when he got into the plane and one day after he was in the same residence as you were.

He saw your brother and followed him, he felt like being on Matrix, he was making sure no one saw or heard him, that was until he stumbled on a vanity table and knocked half of the things that were in there

"What was that?" He heard and that's when he ran, the quitness and calm forgotten as he was desperate to find you. He took a right turn colliding with a female chest after a few seconds

"Joder, lo siento mucho" (Fuck, I'm so sorry) He said inmediately

"Pedro?" You said shocked as he also stood there impressed. You looked even more beautiful than always. Your tanned skin, your red cheeks and your Y/H color making you look perfect. "Pero, ¿Qué haces aqui? (but, what are you doing here)

"Por ti. I came here for you, I want to talk to you"

"We don't have anything to talk, in fact, you don't even have to come here, you don't have a reason to travel all the way from Barcelona to Venice"

"I did, I do. My reason is you and you'll always be. I fucked up, yeah? I get that" Pedri shakes his head "You were right" He opens his mouth but closes it "You were right all this time and I'm sorry I couldn't see it through, I'm sorry I did not take your words, I'm sorry I just kinda left and pushed your feelings aside, you deserve more, you deserve better but I can be better, I can be what you want, need and more if you want me to"

You started shaking your head, pushing him back from his chest when he tried to get closer to you.

"Pedri por favor, aquí no" (Pedri please, not here) "Pedri, stop. We don't have anything to say"

"Y/N, bonita, te lo suplico-" (I beg you-)

"Vamos al cuarto, ¿si? We can talk about whatever you want and then you leave" (Let's go to my room, yeah?)

"I don't want to leave without you"

You looked into his big brown eyes as he looked into your (Eye color) ones for a good while, you sighed before breaking eye contact

"But you have to" You said nodding slowly, Pedri shook his head

"Por favor" (Please) He whispered

"This way" You turned around walking away while Pedri watched your every move

You called the elevator and entered when it came, you turned to Pedri

"You wanna talk or not?"

Pedri nodded and walked towards it, he turned his head to look at you

"Do I have something on my face?" He hummed for a few seconds before answering

"You're beautiful" He ignored your words as you looked up at him

"Please, stop that"

"I-" He got cut off by the elevator doors opening

"This way" You said walking off as he only could follow you.

You stopped walking when you got to the door 408, with the key you opened it and then stepped inside letting the door open for him to come in as well.

You took a seat in the couch and patted the spot next to you, he took it and you both were silent.

"So... ¿Vamos a hacernos compañía o vas a decir lo que sea que quieres decir?" (Are we going to be each others company for now or you are going to speak whatever you want to say?)

"I'm sorry" He began "I fucked up. I should've listened to you and put Victoria a stop, I should've been more careful with you and your feelings, not passing through them and ignore them. I believe you, I always did and I always will do but it seemed so unreal that what I thought was my best friend, could do such a things, hurt the one I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, when her whole life she was protecting me and supporting me through everything"

"If my family wasn't there, she was. If my family didn't have an advice, she had. And for you to just say she did this and said this was a whole different thing from what I knew from her that I just couldn't believe it. But it was truth. And I'm sorry once more"

"Y/N, I'll do anything for us, I'm not giving up, we're so good together, I love you so much and if only I could turn back in time and do everything right I would but I can't, however, I'm here to mend things, I'm not expecting you to forgive me and that's it. I'll earn that forgiveness, I'll protect us and I'll be better for you if you let me, please. I love you, I want you and I need you"

"It's not easy as you made it sound, Pedri"

"Pedro" You shook your head

"That's something only family and close friends can call you, right?"

"Don't do this, please"

"But you did it first" You said pushing your lips together. Those were the exact same words he had told you the night you left "You really hurted me and you just can't change that. Please, I think it's best if we let this go" You looked into his brown eyes as he was shaking his head "For both of our own goods"

"Not having you in my life it's not good for me"

"Maybe not but it's the correct thing to do" You said "I just can't trust you anymore, no matter what you do. You told me I wasn't the same girl you fell in love with, that says enough"

"But it's not true, I said it in the heat of the moment! You are still the same girl I fell in love with and you're still the same girl I want to do my life with"

You stood in silence for a few moments before you stood up "I'm not that girl anymore, Pedri. Someone else might be"

"Y/N-" He stood up from the couch as well

"It's done" Your voice cracked

"Does he treat you good?"

"He does" You said simply nodding "He's-" You let out a laugh

"Does he likes you?" You nod

"He does" You remembered that night at your apartment, that same night he asked you to go to Venice with him and your family to get your mind out of your ex.

"You like him?"

You stood in silence "He's handsome and nice. He knows I'm healing and he knows I have feeling for someone else but that's not stopping him"

"I won't stop either"

"You should tho"

"I love you and I know I messed up but I can mend it, anything you want, think or say, I'll do it. I'll cross world wonders for you, oceans, vegetation, deserts, anything"

"You can't. Not this time" Both of you were crying now not caring about the other seeing you "I was hurt by every action and word you said, I reached the top and while I know you messed up, you could've prevented it and simply start acting like you should have but you didn't. And I can't handle that"

"Please" You said after a few minutes "I think it's time for you to go" You said walking away

He couldn't watch you walk away once more so he did what he had been wanting to do. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, in a hug.

"No"

"Let me go"

"No"

"Let me go"

"No" His grip got tighter on you as you were fighting and at the same time, enjoying being in your exlover's arms again.

His arms were your safe space and laying your head on his chest brought you peace but now all it brought back was hurt and pain.

Hurt and pain from the situation you were going through

"Pedro, please, let me go"

"I don't want you to leave me"

"I didn't left because I wanted to" Silence flowed in between the two of you as Pedri was crying into your neck "I did because you asked me to, you made me leave, you pushed me away when all I wanted and needed was you, to stay by your side and defend our relationship" You took a breath "None of that happened and now that I'm recovering from everything, I want you to leave, I want you to go away because I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me and just throws everything out of the window without listening first" You said with closed eyes and tears running down, he chocked on a sob

"I'm sorry" He cried

"I am too" You said kissing his cheek several times, your lips were salty both by yours and his. You breathed in his scent once more and allowed yourself to wrap your arms around him "Te quiero mucho and you are the prettiest love I've ever had, it's truly a sadness it went this way but I wish you the best, Pedro González" You kissed his cheek and with one of your hands carressed his face "Y muchas gracias for everything" He shook his head softly, his head relying on your palm

"Te amo and I always will" He said crying, kissing your neck, ear, cheek, nose "I'm sorry"

You were about to reply when two knocks came in and then someone entered

"Y/N, cariño. We are going to be late for the trip, weren't you so excited to see Venice's bea-Oh! Am I interrupting something?" You pulled away from Pedri shaking your head

"Para nada, Mason" (Not at all) You smiled softly drying your tears but these still fell "We're good"

Mason, the guy, turned around to look at Pedri who nodded looking down at the floor "I better leave" He whispered

"Bye Pedri" He turned to look at you "Nos vemos" (See you)

"Yeah, see you Y/N" He smiled softly, his world was collapsing but there was no way for him to stop it, it was too late. "Take care of her, hermano" Pedri said looking at Mason who nodded softly looking at you with a smile

"Will do" Pedri noticed the look on Mason's face and that's all it took for Pedri to know he was going to keep his word.

And with heavy and broken heart, he left the hotel. All the luck his friends wished for him and all the praying he did, were not enough. His world is and will not be the same without your presence, your kindness, your laughter, your smile and your love in it, he hated himself for what he had done but there was nothing he could do now more than respect your decision and learn how to copy with his mistake for the rest of his life.

You were always right. He let you go. And now you were okay with it but he wasn't.

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2.02 - pasta

there’s something about opening on a black screen with a catchy, familiar song that just makes me into what i’m watching. i don’t know what it is about that particular edit, i fully recognize it about myself, and i don’t even strongly like the song “she drives me crazy” by fine young cannibals. BUT black screen, song comes on, quick cut to an arial shot of chicago in winter and it’s just got me going, “hell ya. let’s go.”

i liked the quick cut of a printed sign on the bear’s wall as they’re making plans, crossing off things they’re accomplishing and working on renovating the space for their grand opening, but there’s just a little printed sign that says “bear part two”, which is funny. because this is the bear, season two. but it’s also the first iteration of the bear, which makes the “in world” meaning of “the bear part two” kinda odd.

i love the familiarity between carmy and syd. it’s only on this, my 90th rewatch that i realize this is really the first time we see them sort of acting like friends and partners, more than work colleagues, and especially boss and employee. all last season they had friendly moments, but there was always an edge of: carmy is the boss, and syd is the employee. and no matter how friendly they were, and they were pretty nice and friendly, the two did an excellent job of having an element of feeling like they worked together. like if one of them were to introduce the other to a friend or family they would say: “oh, we work together”. even in the first episode of season two, they’re still friendly, and the power dynamic has shifted nicely since season one because they’re partners now, but they still have this air of “work friends”. but right away in episode two carmy and syd are walking through the shop talking about how syd’s dad is sem-supportive but doesn’t understand syd, and i’m only just realizing that it’s the first time they’ve really talked about personal things with each other non-chalantly. this is the first time in the show we’ve ever seen them be “friend friends” not work-friends…and yet, it’s so natural and easy i didn’t even realize the shift had happened until just now.

in one second we received; the first mention of syd’s mom. that she and her dad are going to her mom’s birthday dinner. AND, the fridge guy is on the phone, but because marcus threw the phone without anyone ready, it shattered on the ground. carmy will call the fridge guy back….right….?

i hate that the moment nat comes into the scene casually eating food while walking, my brain (which is so accustomed to stereotypes in media) said “oh! she’s pregnant!” and not “oh! she’s working hard and doing most of the detail work for the restaurant, so she’s eating on the go!” but, media tropes being what they are, my mind went to: PREGNANT

“you feeling okay, nat? you look a little pale”, “yeah. it’s just that sometimes i look like february.”, “….sure…” 1) amazing line. truly fantastic. 2) come on. nat’s pregnant.

fak and natalie’s “mom & son” relationship is so weird and i love it. “yes, my honey?” who actually says thay to another adult in a non-actually being someone’s mom, or a “non-bdsm” capacity? apparently nat.

“you alright? you want a sprite? you look kinda green.” 1) this line that richie says to nat will come back to be important in a few episodes. 2) this is the second time in like a minute that someone’s commented on nat’s appearance and her not looking great. so, she’s definitely pregnant. like, they’re not even trying to hide it, as they hide it.

ebra’s hesitation about going to culinary school BREAKS MY HEART. ugh. i love ebra. sad ebra makes me sad. “i don’t want to wear a uniform” and tina’s immediate “it’s not that kind of uniform.” implying he was thinking of his time in the army in samalia….UGH, EBRA!

however, excited tina, giddy at the thought of culinary school, is such a vibe.

fridge guy debacle continues: carmy calling the fridge guy, but getting interrupted as richie, fak, and marcus are trying (and failing) to move the lockers out of the space right outside his door.

also, (because of stereotypes in media) when carmy gives his number to the fridge guy, my first thought was “…so that’s gonna come up later.” because it’s easy to have written this scene without the phone number. sometimes a scene requires a number to be given and that’s that. but in this scene, it easily could have been different. so when carmy gives it, i knew we’d hear his number again. especially with how easy the number is to remember. (the classic 5-5-5 in the number. that happens in tv shows so often. someone has 5-5-5 in their phone number)

ok….so….again, i’ve watched this season like 100 times, and i think, I THINK, i understand why they have to open mikey’s locker to move it out? because it’s always confused me. the guys are struggling to open the locker, and they realize they have to open mikey’s locker which has been locked since his death. it’s a nice scene, and shows everyone’s acceptance and growth in the time since mikey has died. especially as richie puts a hand on carmy’s shoulder as carmy takes a moment right before he opens the locker. the tenderness and love between these two since season one is just incredible. but my thought was the stuff in the locker was too heavy making it harder to move? but the only thing in the locker is a hat from an event they worked in 2010. so, i’ve always been confused. the hat couldn’t weigh enough to make them not able to handle the lockers. i thought it was a clumsy way to get us to the emotional moment of finding the hat. BUT now i’m realizing that i think fak needed the locker open so he could get a better grip on his side of the locker and maneuver it easier? is that right? does anyone else actually know?

so syd and carmy go to carmy’s apartment. and in repeated viewings i’ve realized that it IS the same apartment from season one. we’re just getting better shots of it. and now i realize that his apartment is A DREAM! i mean, his kitchen is great, but the rest of his apartment is really nice. i’m legitimately jealous. they did a really nice job in season one (whether intentionally or not) making it look kinda like a shitty apartment. but there’s enough things i recognize in shots of his apartment in season two, that it’s definitely the same apartment.

the way carmy and syd avoid saying “michelin” in conversation, so that the show doesn’t have to pay for the copyright, is just fun. but i also love the two sides of the michelin chef spectrum. carmy who has experienced the shit you have to deal with of having them, and syd who is fresh and wants the recognition that comes with having one. in the light of how many restaurants and chefs are abandoning the michelin system, or are returning their stars, i think it’s a fascinating subtle storyline woven in this season. i’d love to see if it carries on into season three. knowing that it costs so much money to have a michelin star and that only one star has to do with the food.

“i will grant you [mold] has gained some traction in recent media cycles. it’s a buzzword, yeah, for sure.” what an iconic line from richie. as someone who has always been scared of mold….how is mold a recent buzzword? richie is unhinged and i love it.

once again, fak and richie getting their faces closer as richie dares fak to call mom (nat), and fak says he will, and they go back and forth just getting closer…..it has a weird sexual energy with it. i didn’t start this show shipping fak and richie, but i think they’d be cute together…

the scenes of ebra struggling at culinary school honestly break my heart. and tina encouraging ebra in his skills and him shakily saying “yes chef”….😭😭😭

i think it’s interesting that there’s a season long arch where just about everything syd cooks and makes tastes terrible. i think watching the show all at once makes the problem seem bigger than it was meant to be (at least to me), because we’ve been told how good of a chef she is, but we see her cook HER OWN creations and they all suck. it made me wonder how good she really was. which is maybe some of the point, but i think it’s showing that syd is still a chef that’s up and coming and learning. like carmy said last season, she’s very green. carmy is a chef with no end of awards and recognition, but we see him struggle with details and management. syd is inventive and quick on her feet, but we see that when she’s coming up with a recipe she fails a lot first. i think it’s meant to humanize her, or it’s a season arch to show her growth as the season continues.

the weird….dynamic of carmy thinking syd’s mom is alive (because she said “it’s my moms birthday dinner” and has never said “she died” or anything, so it’s an earnest and easy mistake). but when carmy asks her about her mom she just kinda….lies…?

i love the detail of signing “sorry” when something happens to just say “hey, let’s move on. this isn’t a big deal, and i’m sorry” is amazing. i’ve had little codes like that in service industry in the past.

nat’s lil’ monologue while sitting next to the messed up toilet while she’s on the phone with the plumber is great. and i love that she reveals that she’s pregnant (which again, easy to guess), but mostly i love that we’re not fulllllly sure if the plumber is a family friend, or a complete stranger. there’s SOME familiarity here obviously, but we’re not told if it’s enough familiarity for nat’s emotional word vomit or not. and that’s beautiful to me.

the pure comedic GOLD of “these ceilings are practically styrofoam, were we to have mold they would collapse when i go like this-“ hits ceiling. ceiling immediately collapses and proceeds to dump a pound of dirt, dust, and mold onto richie’s face. and then a kickball. and then richie looks up and goes “that’s it?” and a firefighter hat falls and hits his head. ugh. i can’t help but burst out laughing.

the reveal that syd’s mom is dead is so well done. the happy story, the smiles, and then lighting a candle on cake and them blowing it out while holding hands. the realization that what we, the audience, assumed was going to be a tense, awkward meal between two parents who had divorced but still got together to celebrate the moms birthday (for some reason), or maybe even the amicable celebration of a couple that divorced because they realized they weren’t good for each other and are “friendly” with each other. but instead it’s two people very much in love with a woman who has clearly died. ugh. it’s beautiful, it’s funny, and it’s heartbreaking, and it’s SUCH a simple and quick scene.

AND THEN, we move onto this scene at the grocery store. ok. here’s the thing. claire gets a LOT OF SHIT from people. a lot. and some of its fair and some of its not. SO. i’m gonna put my thoughts in their entirety HERE about her, and then when those instances come up in later episodes i might talk about them more in depth.

so, firstly, for the people who loved that the bear was a “sexless” show in season one, or that carmy seemed to be ace, or are carmy and syd shippers, or even those who claimed he was queer coded, there’s not much i can say to make you feel better. other than to say that the balance of work life and personal life is a super important one, especially in a show about a guy who has no personal life so that excel at his work life and has become burnt out by that process. so a romance or a deep relationship of some kind was a good choice for the show, because it brought about a storyline that i think is needed on carmy’s mental, and emotional health journey.

BUT the show trying to deepen that relationship with claire does so by simply “saying” it, and not showing it. which is the eternal issue with writers, especially when you have time, money, budget, and length of movie/tv series to deal with. but in a ten episode season, and this is already the end of the first episode when you introduce her, so you really only get to know her in episode three. that really only gives 8 episodes to know claire. and she’s not in like…3 or 4 of the episodes moving forward. meaning you have to: set up their history, set up how important she is, AND deepen their relationship to a place where we, the audience, are emotionally invested in them, AND when it hurts when they ultimately break up. but with only 4 or 5 episodes to do that, we can’t SEE it happen, we have to be TOLD it happens.

so we are told that carmy had a crush on her, to the point that he would draw her in his notebooks and his whole family knew he liked her, because mikey, richie and…john mulaney…tease him for it in the flashback episode. we are told how much claire likes carmy. we’re mostly told how good their relationship is, instead of seeing how good it is (carmy shows up to the restaurant a few times and says “i was talking with claire when….). we’re also told how close claire was to the fak’s and to richie (claire calls fak to get carmy’s number. she calls richie cousin (the only other person to do that other than mikey and carmy). there’s a lot of their relationship we don’t get to see, and it makes some sense because those scenes would be slower, deeper, and take time. and you only have 30 minutes and 4 or 5 episodes to accomplish this.

which makes the sort of hypocrisies in their relationship just not believable. carmy was obsessed with claire growing up, but when they meet he gives her a fake number so she can’t call him, because he knows she’s looking to date him after they run into each other. and he’s a little slow to open up to her, but finally does and she helps him a lot in his mental health and panic attacks. and on claire’s side, she gets labeled a manic pixie dream girl, which isn’t necessarily unfair, but her less than realized character (her main defining character trait is: i like carmy) is only because we don’t get to see much of her, and she was brought in to be a love interest to carmy. so she’s not fully realized, and her only real trait is liking carmy. plus, carmy is so aloof, and closed off that from a writing standpoint we needed claire to have this manic pixie love and attraction in pursuing carmy, because that was the only way they were going to get together. carmy would never have pursued claire, because he sacrifices his own enjoyment and personal life for cooking. but it doesn’t make sense then, that claire has kind of an obsessive love for carmy from the moment she sees him at the grocery store, and she admits that she liked him in high school, but she never made a move and he didn’t even really know she knew who he was.

these sort of conflicting narratives: carmy is in love with claire, but gives her a fake number when they run into each other as adults (he even forgets her name when we’re introduced); claire is in love with carmy from the beginning of them running into each other as adults (which would hint that she was in love with him when they were young) but never paid him any attention when they were young, BUT was so close to them that she remembered the name of their planned restaurant all these years later…they all could have been made possible and been written in a way that was believable. but not with the time constraints the show had and the other storylines the show focused on. so we are simply told a lot of this, not shown a lot of this. it maybe could have worked if they built claire and carmy’s relationship up this season; a sort of will-they-won’t-they, and then once carmy is sold on the relationship, build that up in season three, for the big collapse at the end of season three. but that would have ruined the season long arch and left carmy without a deep, traumatic emotional arch and more of a rom-com, fluffy arch this season and that’s not really the show’s style.

so, i don’t hate claire. i think she, as a character, wasn’t given the time to breathe and grow and show the audience why we should care about her. i would love if they brought her back for season three, to see her grow and get fleshed out as her own character, especially as a character outside of her love for carmy. but since she broke up with carmy, i don’t see much of a road into the show moving on and it would also make a lot of sense if we never really see her again. even despite her “close” relationship to the fak’s and to richie.

as someone who has had to have the conversation with my parents about my weird working situations, like being paid for a month, but then not being paid for six months even though i’m going to work and working 12 or more hours because i’m starting something…uff, i feel syd’s frustration as she tries to explain it to her dad. and the fact that the budget is paying everyone in the shop except carm, nat, and syd (the bosses) is so fucking good. because that’s how it fucking should be. you pay the people who need it, because you need them to be there when you get back. it’s how you keep workers, especially good ones. bosses and leaders of businesses need to actually sacrifice for the shop and for their workers if they want it to work. plain and simple.

but, we see some of that writing magic i was talking about earlier when carmy gives her a fake number. he told the fridge guy his number earlier, and then he gives claire a different number. we know that he wouldn’t give fridge guy a fake number. so we realize he’s giving claire the fake. that’s why we saw him give the fridge guy his number.

AND that’s the episode! episode two down! it’s a great episode. and it sets up a LOT for the rest of season two. looking forward to episode three!

#the bear #comedy #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear tv #sydney adamu #the bear series #richie jerimovich #live blog #live blogging

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Happy Birthday my love - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x female!reader (she!her pronouns) one shot

Summary: Fred makes your birthday one you’ll never forget. (fluff!!!)

Warnings: me jumping back and forth between you and I. Also off canon

AN: HELLOOOO everybody. Hope you’re doing great! Soooooo it’s my birthday!! And I couldn’t help but write something. Sorry I haven’t been active. Life’s been crazy. To everyone that put in a request I promise I’ll get to them!! As always thank you for the support and enjoy!

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“Fred Weasley you better put that icing DOWN!”

Were the words I yelled at my boyfriend the moment that smirk appeared on his face.

Since the moment we woke up, Fred has been by my side like we were attached at the hip. Throughout our relationship birthdays have always been something we put all of our energy into. Trying to one up each other from the one before. So for this birthday, he was insistent on making this the best one ever.

Fred decided that the first thing we were going to do was bake me a birthday cake together, not fully thinking it through. The thing is, Fred and I are horrible bakers… magic can’t even help us.

At this point we were lucky enough to have gotten to the decorating stage without much trouble.

However, Fred was quickly trying to change that.

“Aw come on Y/N. A little icing won’t kill you”

Rolling my eyes at him I focused my attention back on the lopsided cake. Big mistake.

Right when I was about to say something, Fred squeezed the piping bag causing icing to land on my face and in my hair.

Standing there shocked for a second I could hear Fred chuckle. That was quickly replaced though with his coughing after I threw the closest thing at him - flour.

That was all it took for our whole kitchen and ourselves to be covered in flour.

“Okay! Okay! I surrender.” Fred said frantically as I was about to grab another handful of flour.

“You sure…” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. I’ve fallen for this trick one too many times with him.

“Yes I’m sure. If I want you to be ready for the next part of your birthday celebration I should probably let you get ready.”

Seeing that he was being truthful I took off my apron (not that it helped much) and made my way to the stairs.

Before I went up I called back to him “Do I get any hints?”

“Nope! But I will tell you to wear that white sunflower dress!” He yelled back.

As I made my way up to our room the first thing my mind went to was a picnic but I quickly shot that idea down since he did that 2 years ago and I knew he wasn’t one for repeats.

While I was getting ready, Fred was in the kitchen trying to finish decorating the cake. Once he thought it looked okay he packed it up and walked upstairs so he could get ready too.

While you were waiting for Fred to come get you for the next part of your birthday celebration you couldn’t help but reflect on your time together. You were so lucky to have someone who gave his all to you. You both jumped into this relationship without thinking it through and you were so thankful you did.

“Okay Y/N you almost ready to head out?” Fred called out from the closet

“Yeah! Let me just put my shoes on.” I replied getting off the bed.

“Take your time. I have to grab the cake.” He said leaving the room.

Before going down to get it though, Fred walked to the guest bedroom and went straight for the top drawer. Once the velvet box was secured he went to get the cake.

“Okay Y/N! Are you ready?” He said holding out his hand for me to grab.

“Ready.” Right after saying that I felt the familiar squeezing feeling as we apparated to wherever Fred was thinking of.

When I felt my feet hit the ground, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. However when they did I couldn’t help but smile. We were at the Burrow.

The exterior was decorated by a floating sign that read Happy Birthday Y/N. The door was wide open and I could hear the music and chatter coming from inside.

“There’s the birthday girl!” I hear someone yell when Fred and I enter

“Dad!? Omg what are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it” You asked in shock

“We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world honey” my mom came up with my older brother following behind.

“I’m so happy you’re here” I said as I went in for a group hug. What I didn’t see though was my dad winking at my boyfriend.

It was a pretty intimate setting. The only people there were both of our families and some of our friends.

“Aw Y/N you look wonderful dear” Molly Weasley said, coming up to where Fred and I stood.

“Thank you. I’m so excited to be able to spend my birthday with you guys”

For the rest of the night we all ate food, shared stories, and laughed until crying. When it was time to cut the cake, I was pleasantly surprised with how good Fred was able to decorate it.

When everyone was full of food. Fred decided that he was ready.

“Let’s open presents!” Fred said excitedly with a little bit of nervousness.

The first person that went was George.

“Happy womb escape day Y/N.” He said while handing me the gift

He got me a camera that instantly prints moving photos.

Next up was my brother. He got me a book I have always wanted to read.

It continued like this until Fred was the last one to go.

All of a sudden I could feel Fred tighten up next to me. I looked at him confused but that’s quickly replaced with shock when I see what he got me.

It was a scrapbook full of memories. There were ones from our childhood to Hogwarts to moving into our apartment.

Tears were coming to my eyes looking back on everything Fred and I have done together. When I flipped to the last page I was a little confused to see the page blank with only the title being ENGAGED. Looking over at Fred I couldn’t help but gasp.

He was holding the prettiest ring ever.

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Everyone looked at us with wide expectant gazes.

I knew at that moment the only response was,

“YES!”

The room erupted into applause and shouts. Fred put the ring on and we shared a deep kiss. Right when that happened I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye.

When Fred and I pulled away George came up to us with the picture he took of us kissing with my ring shining due to the flash. We took it from him and stuck it onto the page. It was now complete.

“Happy Birthday my love” Fred whispered in my ear as we let the moment sink in.

You definitely didn’t expect your birthday to end like this. You weren’t complaining though.

For the rest of the night you all had another reason to celebrate into the late night. Along with thinking of how excited you were for the future with Fred, all you could think about was how hard it would be to beat this for his birthday.

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AN: Okay that’s it!! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought and feel free to make a request. Thanks again!! 🫶

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 9 months

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Gifts: Part 8 - The Finale

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: Lixie

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Stray Kids

𝕥𝕨: just some Changlix in the beginning <3

this fic is about tickling so if this isn’t your cup of tea i suggest scrolling! 💗

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Felix groaned as he felt someone pushing at his shoulder. “5 more minuttesss” he mumbled.

“Well, don’t you wanna get up for your birthday?” an also tired but husky voice asked him.

Felix sat up and cracked open one eye to glance at the speaker, only to come inches away from Changbin’s face.

Felix let out a shriek and fell backwards, blush coating his face. Changbin rubbed his eyes. “Good morning, sleeping beauty” He said while yawning, the scent of minty toothpaste filling the room.

He got up just to lift Felix like he was nothing, and carry him to the bathroom.

“Go brush your teeth. Fast.” Felix nodded, not wanting to keep the older boy waiting. I mean, he looked like we would fall over any minute now.

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Felix made his way out of the restroom to a half asleep boy sprawled on his bed. Felix giggled at the comical position before pulling Binnie up to wake him.

The two headed downstairs, where the rest of the group waited at the last step.

Chan ran up a few steps to meet them halfway, and then proceeded to throw Felix over his shoulder and head to the couch, settling Felix in a sitting position.

The cake came out, candles were blown, and hugs and kisses were exchanged. Felix grinned. It’s been a while since he was so happy.

Until the gift came out. It was a photo album, of the most beautiful aquamarine, filled with pictures taken from before and after debut of Felix with all the members.

Lixie could feel his eyes tearing up a little as he looked at the photos of them from years earlier.

Changbin was still so short, and Seungmin had still smiled fully. So much had changed, for the better and the worse. But they were all together, and that was what mattered.

Chan smiled at the teary eyed boy before he set the album aside, and everybody wished him a happy birthday. Felix smiled, until Jeongin made a comment that made his face heat up.

“You reallyyy tortured us for this gift huh, Felix?”

Chan smirked at the blue haired boy while Changbin and Hyunjin slowly scooted behind him.

Lixie shrieked in surprise as Hyunjin pulled him backwards into his lap, and Changbin pulled his arms up all the way over Hyunjin’s shoulders.

“Okay. Who wants to play a birthday game?” Chan asked. All the other members except Lixie cheered. Felix heated up as he realized what was really going on.

“noho please” Felix said while letting out a few anticipatory giggles.

“Why not? How about we all take turns to ask Felix a question, and if he gets it wrong, we tickle him for a whole minute! How about that?” Chan said while smiling evilly at the boy.

“I’m going first!” Hyunjin yelled as he began tracing lines on Felix’s neck.

“Wahahait!” Felix giggled out.

“No can do. Now, what am I allergic to?”

“Ihihi dohohont knohohow”

“Whoops, I’m allergic to cats. That’s a minute.” Hyunjin said while digging into Felix’s neck, blowing air into his ears.

Felix squealed at the sensation. “NAHAHA PLEHEASE!” And before Hyunjin knew it, a minute was over, and Jisung straddled Lixie’s waist.

Fingers dug into his tummy, and Felix threw his head back and whined through his laughter.

“Okay Lix. How many piercings do I have?”

“WHAHAHAT AHAHAHA YOU HAHAVE THREHEHEHEE!”

“You’re right but I still want to tickle you for revenge, so too bad.”

“THAHATS SO UNFAHAHAIR!”

Jisung soon stopped, and got off of Felix just to be replaced by Chan, and cue Felix’s begging.

“PLEASE you don’t have to-AGH!” Felix yelled as Chan snuck his hand under his shirt and squeezed his bare side.

“Oh, I do have to.” Chan smiled while digging roughly into the lee’s sides.

“NAHAHA CHAHA-CHAHAN! PLEHEASE!” Felix screamed.

“Oh shove off, old man. It’s my turn.” Seungmin commented as Chan rolled his eyes.

“WAIT. I haven’t asked my question. Felix, what’s my sister’s name?” Chan asked, going easy on the boy who looked like he was going mad, tugging on his arms to no avail.

“HAHA-HAHANNAHHH!” Felix yelled. Chan stopped and gave the boy a break while Seungmin sat on Lix’s waist.

“Oh i’m so getting you for torturing me earlier.” Seungmin laughed when Felix whined again.

Seungmin slotted his fingers in between Lix’s ribs and shook roughly, wild cackles falling from the older’s lips as he shook.

“Do I have an older or younger sister?” Seungmin yelled over Felix’s laughter.

“IHIHI DOHONT KNOHOW YOUHU DONT TAHAHALK ABOUT HEHER!” Felix screamed as Seungmin plucked his ribs, alternating in between each side, letting out loud laughs as Felix shuffled from one side to another while squealing loudly.

“Oops, that’s a minute then. By the way i have an older sister.”

Soon enough, Felix’s laughter fell silent and Seungmin stopped, getting off of the boy just for Jeongin to straddle his legs next, relishing in the begging from the lee as he pulled off his shoes.

“plehease i cahahAHAHANT JEONGIN!” Felix absolutely screamed when Jeongin wiggled one finger up his right sole.

“Damn, it was ONE finger!” Jeongin said, amazed at the older’s sensitivity, trying his hardest to grab the boy’s flailing legs.

“i knohohow” Felix admitted, yelling as multiple hands grabbed his legs.

It took the combined efforts of Chan, Minho, and Jeongin to manage to keep Felix’s legs straight.

They pulled up Lixie’s toes, and Jeongin scribbled all over his feet, and the older screamed uncontrollably at the buzzing sensation.

“Hmm, Lix, how many siblings do I have?”

“AAHHHH SHIHIHIT!” Felix couldn’t get an answer out, only screams left his mouth as Jeongin wiggled his fingers everywhere. It drove Lix crazy, and soon his laughter went silent again.

Minho straddled his legs silently after giving the boy a break, leaving Felix panting.

Felix giggled loudly as Minho lightly traced his thighs, scribbling on the inner part.

“What’s my favorite color?” A question that Felix was certain to get right.

“grehehehen?” Minho shrugged as he motioned to the others to lift his legs up, Hyunjin tightening his grip on the younger’s waist.

“WHAHAIT I got it right though!” Felix yelled, confused.

Minho only shrugged again, digging his fingers into the back of Lixie’s thighs, eliciting loud screams from the younger as he was moments away from ascending.

“AHAHHAA THAHAT TIHIHICKLES PLEHEHASE AHAHHAHAHAHA!” Lixie screeched, falling on deaf ears as he tried to pull his legs down, but 1 against 7 was never fair.

“Actually, my favorite color is mint.” Minho smirked like an evil cat when Felix screamed again.

“HAHAHA THAT’S UNFAHAHAIR!” Felix whined.

Finally, Chan motioned to Binnie, who was struggling to hold down the thrashing boy.

It took all the members to hold down Lixie, who was making it his point to thrash as much as possible to make it difficult for them to hold him down.

It was all over when Chan and Minho managed to pull up an arm each, and Changbin dug into Lix’s armpits, his worst spot by far.

“NAHAHHAHAAA PLEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT-” Lix’s laughter cut out very quickly, the spidery feeling too much for him as tears slowly dripped down his face.

Changbin stopped soon seeing Felix about to tap out.

“youhu ahahall suhuck” Felix panted. Seven heads snapped up, and before Felix even had a chance to think, fingers were descending on every spot he could think of.

Their hands never stayed in one spot for long, however, instead switching and scribbling every few seconds.

“STAHAHAHAP! GUHUHUHUYS IM SAHAHAHARRYYYY! PLEHEHEASE!” Felix screeched as he couldn’t catch up with all the ticklish feelings.

He thrashed and shook, but it was no use. His laughter fell silent, his face reddening as tears dropped down his neck.

Soon enough they all stopped, not wanting to actually kill the blue haired boy. Lixie panted as hands rubbed on his body to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“ihihim sohohorry” Felix whined.

“Sorry for whattt?” Han questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“ihihim sohorry for tihickling youuu” Felix said, too exhausted to even think straight.

They all hugged him as they lifted Lixie off the ground and took him to his bed.

Let’s just say cuddling was the only thing on their agenda that day.

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i’m sorry it’s so long but i couldn’t cut anything out 😭 also im preetyy sure lixie would know the answers to all of these in real life, just imagine for this fic pls 😉

this is definitely my longest fic and I hope you enjoy!

love you all and please check my intro before interacting! 💗💖

i’m sorry if it’s a lil too cheesy for u guys 😭

-scratch that sorry if u hate it in general 🥹

Thank u all for supporting me through this series and i hope you enjoy!

#sana's gifts fic series #kpop tickle #skz tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz #stray kids #i’m really worried y’all would hate this #ugh

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Hello hello hello my darling dear! I was wondering if you could perhaps make do with my request?

It’s a Alastor (HH) x fem reader. The reader and Al were in a romantic relationship when they were alive back in the 1930’s (you can choose if she knew if he was a psycho or not). He was in his early thirties and the reader was around twenty, she was youthful and beautiful. Alastor died first in 1933 and arrived in Hell. Many years later the reader and Alastor met up again in the hotel. They talk and tell how much they missed each other, over their conversation Alastor tells the reader he wants to continue their relationship from where they left off. He asks if she still feels the same way for him (even though he’s a crazy radio demon now). The thing is for the reader while Alastor died when he was relatively young, the reader actually lived to see her 60th birthday. Her new form is much older then Alastor’s and it’s very obvious that she is self-conscious about her old age.

She tells Alastor yes, but look at her. She’s not the same young and beautiful dame she used to be and he looks just as young like how he was when he was alive. Surly he wouldn’t want to be some old lady, old enough to be in early retirement. How would Al react to his darling’s new inaccuracy? Thank you so much for your time and have a blessed day!

hello my dear! i absolutely adore this idea! writing for this radio demon is a lot of fun and takes a lot of creativity and this idea was amazing and so well put together, might I add! i hope you have an amazing day as well, my dear and hope you enjoy your request!

Never Even Apart - Alastor

Pairing - Alastor x f!reader

Warnings - none! (and i do understand that Alastor is aro and ace and i fully respect that, i just love writing for him! all of my love and respect to the aro and ace community!!!)

Word Count - 809

Notes - thank you so so so so much anon! ALSO THE HAZBIN NEWS AHHHH! it's apparently coming out in the summer of 2023 and i am currently losing my mind. (that's also why i wrote this today lol). i hope you enjoy anon! have a lovely day!! <3

It was a beautiful day, even considering that Alastor was in the pits of Hell. There were demonic birds chirping and the burning sun was greeting the hotel with a smile.

Alastor smiled as he did the dishes, humming himself a familiar tune. He knew something was missing from this new life, but he had learned to deal with it. Cope. That's all he had to do.

“Um, Alastor?” Charlie stuck her head in the room with a nervous smile. “There’s someone new I'd like to introduce you to.”

“Oh, just bring them in, doll. I'm a little busy right now.” He tightened his apron and began to hum louder.

“O-Okay,” Charlie stepped out of the kitchen. “I'll be right back.”

It was amusing. This whole hotel thing. It made Alastor entertained and that’s all that was important. Who knows, maybe this new member would entertain him too.

“Here she is, Alastor!” Charlie’s voice sounded nervous, but that was usual of her.

Alastor quickly dried his hands and turned around, his signature smile dropping immediately. It was… you.

He didn't notice that he had dropped a plate beneath him, quickly shattering on the kitchen floor.

“O-Oops!” Charlie giggled nervously and went to grab a dust pan.

“Charlie,” Alastor’s voice sounded different… less radio static involved. “I've got it. Do you mind leaving our new friend and I alone for a little bit?” His eyes didn't move from you once.

“S-Sure.” Charlie quickly left the room and you threw yourself onto him. How could you not recognize that handsome face? That voice? Those eyes?

Alastor quickly picked you up off of the ground and twirled you in a circle before setting you back down, locking his eyes to yours. “Doll… Is that really you?”

You nodded and grabbed Alastor’s clawed hands. “It is really me, Al.”

Your voice was just as soothing as he remembered.

“This can't be real…” He could feel his soulless eyes filling with tears. “Can it?”

You giggled and hugged him again. “I finally died, Al!”

He laughed at your dark joke and held you close. “How did it happen, love? Not dogs, I hope.”

You shook your head and breathed him in. He smelt just the same. Like musk and sweet cologne. “The mafia.”

Alastor laughed out loud and looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow. “The mafia?”

“Turns out they have a big problem with actors who sign their lives away to the illuminati. It's quite funny though, I was nearly retired.” You laughed softly at your own joke and sighed at your nearly wrinkled hands knowing for a fact that you had far too many smile lines and wrinkles on your forehead. Alastor looked so young and you looked so… old.

“Well at least you made it past thirty.” Alastor chuckled and hung up his apron that he untied from his body. “Now let's catch up, dear. Pull up a chair will you?”

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You know that you sounded like a schoolgirl in love when you sighed at Alastor. It had been years. Too long.

“I'm just glad to hear that you had a good life, my love.” Alastor smiled and slid his hand over to yours.

“I'm glad you’re making the most out of it down here.” Your smile was sincere, but you felt so old next to him. He used to be the one older than you.

“I think we should pick up where we left off, don't you think?” Alastor kept his eyes locked onto yours as he pressed a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“Oh, I don't know,” you giggled and pulled away, your face turning bright red. “I mean look at me.”

“The image of beauty as always?”

“No,” you gave him a playful smack and looked at yourself in the reflection of some nearby silverware. “I'm not the same beautiful and young dame I once was, Al. You still look young. Surely you wouldn't want to date some old woman now!” The thought made you laugh, but you were quickly interrupted by Alastor.

“What are you talking about? I mean look,” Alastor took a sip of his coffee and gave you a loving look. “You may have died at an older age, but if I'm being honest, I wouldn't have guessed you were that old when you got here. You look great for your age, love.” He gave you a smirk and placed another kiss onto your knuckles.

“Oh, Al.” Your face turned red and you giggled as he laid kisses up your arm.

“You haven't answered my question, dearest?” His eyes were sultry and full of love. How could you say no?

“Well of course, my dear. I would love to pick up where we left off.” You leaned over the table and pressed your lips to his. It was like you two were never even apart.

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor the radio demon #request #anon #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #<3 #thank you!! <3

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meimi-haneoka · 2 months

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Cosmos - Akiho/Kaito one-shot

Once upon a time, when chapter 48 had definitively broken the cage to my admiration and support for the YunaAki pairing, I couldn't help but start imagining their future together.

And one of the first headcanons that came up to me was this one. Not in depth like you can see developed here, but the setting was definitely this one. An intimacy that didn't require for them to necessarily "jump on eachother". And for personal reasons, I needed to reclaim this headcanon so badly, write it down and release it to the world. Just because of that, I can already feel like this little thing spilled here will be one of my favorite writings.

I'm pretty sure this one, at more than 1600 words, is categorized as a fully fledged fic, right?

Now, this is another quite romantic one, but I managed to sneak in a tiny bit of delicious angst towards the end, just cause it's so much their element and I can't stand over-sugary stuff myself. I can't believe I also made actual research for this one. Get ready for some cosmic magic under the cut ✨

Genre: fluff, romance, a sprinkle of angst. Akiho is 17 years old. They haven't found a cure for Kaito yet, but! She has disclosed her true name to him. Snippet: "Akiho-san...do you know the origin of your name?" "...My name?" "Your true one."

All the curtains were closed tightly. The spacious living room was completely immersed in the darkness, except for a couple of scented candles on the ground, faintly illuminating the floor. Any hindrance out of the way. A generous number of soft cushions of all sizes was arranged on the floor, on top of a large camping mattress, right between the two candles.

Akiho threw herself enthusiastically on the pile of cushions, while Kaito lay down in a slower motion.

"....Ready?" Kaito whispered with a soft smile, while the girl next to him nodded excitedly, azure eyes shining in the dark.

One press on a button of the remote controller, and the whole ceiling turned into a sparkling planetarium.

Akiho gasped. "Oh my god....this is amazing!" She instinctively brought her hands to her face, covering partly her mouth while her voice was choking with emotion, a quirk that even at 17 years old she couldn't drop yet.

The starry vault rotated slowly, while some stars twinkled, giving a quite realistic effect to the scenery. Every now and then, a shooting star would appear randomly, inviting to make a wish.

Kaito looked to the side to check the reaction of the girl, pleased with himself. The star projector had been his present for Akiho's 17th birthday, but between study, book repairs and moving out to another country, they hadn't found a moment of quiet to put it in function. That perfect moment finally came this evening of December.

Of course he bought the most expensive model out there, and this one could even add sound effects to the experience, which he had set on sea waves through the remote control. The idea was "we're lying down on a deserted beach at night, in the early summer", instead of the chilling winter they were actually in.

"Kaito-san..." - Akiho moved her finger up in the air, "what constellation is that one?"

He had vaguely studied astronomy as part of his magic education, but he had forgotten a lot of it...for a moment he was tempted to use a magic spell, but then decided against it, not wanting to irritate the girl beside him. She always reprimanded him whenever he lazily tried to use his magic for the most mundane things. They hadn't found a cure for him yet, so she wanted him to keep the use of magic at the minimum, to avoid affecting his health. Therefore, he pulled himself up and went next to the star projector, changing the little disc with a different one.

The projection changed to a similar starry vault complete with the constellations map, and plopping down next to her, he said with a smile "Akiho-san, that seems to be Virgo!".

"Really?! That's my zodiac sign!!" Her brows furrowed for a moment, then "Indeed, with a bit of imagination that could look like a maiden...without a head". Kaito chuckled. "Wait, where's Pisces?"

Kaito checked the constellation map on his phone (which he had downloaded precisely for this occasion), and after a moment he indicated it, pointing his finger towards the ceiling. "Over there."

"....That one?! Oh....that looks more like a flower with two stems than actually two fishes, doesn't it?" she blurted out, laughing playfully.

"...Akiho-san..." Kaito couldn't help but chuckle again, reveling in the cheerfulness of his beloved. Nothing could send tingles to his heart like the sound of her laughter.

"Akiho-san...do you know the origin of your name?" "...My name?" "Your true one."

Akiho stared at him with curiosity, cheeks tinted slightly with a pink hue. The topic of their true names was usually off-limits. They didn't make a rule for it, but being both very well acquainted with the customs of the magic world, the unspoken agreement was to never bring them up...unless it was something serious.

"I was named after a flower, right?"

"Of course...but do you know why cosmos flowers were named that way?"

The girl stared at him, thinking for a moment about the question. She realized she never actually thought about why cosmos flowers bore that name. So, she shook her head slightly.

"Back in the 17th century, Spanish priests found the flowers in Mexico and cultivated them in their mission gardens."

He looked away from her, turning his gaze towards the starry sky.

"Originally, Kosmos is a Greek word that means 'order' or 'harmonious arrangement'. The priests were fascinated by those flowers' orderly arranged petals, they found them...." He paused.

"...Breathtakingly beautiful. And perfect." His eyes were now twinkling, still fixed on the firmament over their heads. "Just like the universe, the cosmos. So, they named those flowers after it."

Akiho's heartbeat quickened, and if she knew the man next to her well enough, his heart was doing just the same. They had spent enough time together for her to understand all too well what he was trying to say.

Kaito felt Akiho's hand searching for his, and they intertwined them silently.

"Thank you...I didn't know all of that. I've always thought that cosmos flowers were pretty, yes, but not particularly remarkable or unique... It is nice to know that the right people could see the true beauty and worth in them."

As if replying to her, she felt him squeezing her hand.

After a moment of silence, Akiho's right index finger moved up in the air once again. "Wait, what about that one? What is its name? It's big, but the stars don't look particularly bright"

"Hmm...Aquarius, apparently. This one would be basically impossible to see by naked eye, from an urban area."

Akiho made a face once again. "The water-bearer, hmmm... I can see his legs but...these constellations all seem to be missing their heads!", she blurted out, feigning annoyance.

Kaito couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing, causing her to do the same.

Yes, she was just perfect the way she was.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Kaito groggily opened his eyes in the dim light of the candles, ceiling still covered with stars. The clock of the living room showed it was 2 am.

Clinging onto his right arm, Akiho was soundly asleep next to him. Consciousness rapidly washed over him, remembering what happened.

Akiho's exploration of the starry vault had gone on for more than an hour, but at some point her remarks and answers had become more and more absentminded, till he realized she had actually fallen asleep. Smiling tenderly at her slumbering form, he was ready to pull himself up to go pick up a blanket for her, and eventually arrange some cushions for himself farther away from the camping mattress (he didn't want to wake her up, but didn't want to leave her sleeping alone in the living room either), but he had quickly realized with dismay that she had turned on the side and literally latched onto his right arm.

He had frozen right there and then. He didn't want to wake her up, but he had started to overthink as usual - this is not appropriate, we shouldn't sleep together, what if-- The result was that the stress made him incredibly sleepy, and after a few minutes of ruminations, Morpheus had taken a hold of him too.

Now that he was fully awake, he mentally scolded himself for falling asleep, and proceeded to do what he didn't have the heart to do before: slowly, slowly, he tried to disentangle his arm from Akiho's grip. When he managed to slip away, he rose to go pick that blanket up, because he couldn't risk for Akiho to catch a cold due to his imprudence.

"Where are you going?"

Her tone made him stop in his tracks immediately. Turning around, what he saw made his heart drop.

Akiho was propped on her elbow, staring in his direction but not quite focused on him. She was clearly still half asleep, but what ripped Kaito's heart apart was her expression, halfway between a scowl and wanting to break into tears.

It didn't take him long to understand why she had that expression. Even after 4 years, the trauma he had caused to her resurfaced sometimes in her dreams, upsetting her when she woke up.

"I'm just going to get a blanket.....I'm not going anywhere." he answered, while painfully making sure to emphasize the last part.

Akiho blinked her eyes twice, awareness coming back to her. Her expression slowly turned into one of realization, then she looked briefly to her side, panicking. "Oh my god, I'm sorry...I didn't fall asleep on you, did I? ...I didn't want to bother you-"

"You've never bothered me once, Akiho-san."

The girl stared at him, misty-eyed. His expression was kind, but tinged with guilt. His figure against the starry ceiling reminded her of that fateful night, when he fought his stubborness and the monsters inside his head to go back to her.

The girl casted her eyes down and to the side, pink hue emerging on her cheeks once again. "Then...once you took that blanket...could you...could you get back here next to me?" she said softly, finding the courage to look up once again.

Kaito had already understood long time ago that he was done for. He knew that no matter how much he tried, he would've never been able to refuse anything to those blue eyes of hers. Especially if he wanted it himself, in the first place.

They stared at eachother for a moment, before Kaito breathed out the air he was unwittingly holding and said with a smile "I'd be happy to, Akiho-san."

Akiho beamed at him, sure more than ever that there wasn't any place on this Earth or in the entire cosmos where she could've felt safer, other than next to him.

#akiho shinomoto #yuna d. kaito #yunaaki #akiyuna #kaito x akiho #cosmos & crystals #spilled words #ccsakura #clear card arc #future fic #alright you need a LOT of imagination to recognize what the constellations are named after #lmao #I stand with Akiho #now if you excuse me I'll go buy a star projector #kaito is the usual smart guy unable to spell clearly his feelings #but compared to before we've grown a lot here #also a tiiiiiiiny bit of angst #what's their relationship status?#eeeeh kinda unclear they do lots of stuff couples do but they're not official yet

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friskynotebook · 8 months

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Tears You Up But Sets You Free

CW: grief, death of a loved one

Summary: Padme believes she's in unrequited love with Obi-Wan—until one morning when she finds him sleeping in a closet

did I really spend all day writing almost 3,000 words of a Padme lives post ROTS Obidala angsty love confession and posted it unbeta'd? yes

The title is from the song Memphis Lives in Me from the musical Memphis ✨ You can listen to it here

Also on AO3!

Padme rolled over, blinking the sleep from her eyes as the Dantooine morning sun filtered through her bedroom window. She reached over to the other side of the bed and patted the cool sheets, hoping that this morning would be different than the others.

It never was.

She sighed. Ever since she and Obi-Wan had escaped to a tiny village on Dantooine with the twins nearly three years ago, they had grown closer. Living on a remote planet required them to rely on each other, both physically and emotionally. The friendship long-ago established on Naboo deepend further in the past three years than it had in the previous thirteen. They may have been legally married on Dantooine to maintain their cover, but for Padme, Obi-Wan Kenobi had become something deeper—her very best friend.

And perhaps something more . . .

On her end, there had always been something simmering beneath the surface when it came to her relationship with Obi-Wan, but he was so dedicated to the Order and so much of a Jedi, it never seemed like a real possibility. So he remained a dear friend and ally, nothing more. And when things presented themselves with Anakin . . .

But that was then. Now, however, as the years had passed, she found herself growing more and more fond of Obi-Wan every day. Of course she knew he was a handsome man—Padme had fully functioning eyes, after all. But she never really saw how gorgeous he was until she had to spend endless amounts of time with just him and her children.

The children. Watching him interact with Luke and Leia—that was probably when she started to fall in love. Even when her heart was shattered in a million pieces mere weeks after their arrival, the pain lessened just a little when she saw Obi-Wan gently soothing little Leia’s cries so Padme could get a little more rest.

As the twins got older, Obi-Wan threw himself into fatherhood the same way Padme had thrown herself into motherhood. It surprised her—not his capability to love her children, because she’d seen first hand how much he’d loved Anakin and the rest of the Order, for that matter. But for someone who’d never had a traditional family structure of his own, he’d been committed to caring for the children and her as if it had ben ingrained in his very soul. Even though they had meager credits to their name, she and Obi-Wan were committed to giving Luke and Leia as normal a life as possible—from birthday parties to day trips to the mountains to sleepovers with friends, where the twins were right now.

Padme sighed. They didn’t often get long stretches of time alone together, and she wanted nothing more than to simply be with him and show him just how much he meant to her. But instead, he continued being his annoyingly perfect self and made her dinner, sat with her in the living room as he read a new arrival from the town library, and settled into the bed they shared with barely a kiss on the cheek.

And now she was waking up alone. Again

Padme shook her head. She wasn’t going down this path again. Obi-Wan had so many of his own burdens to deal with and the last thing he needed was to deal with her . . . feelings. They were best friends, nothing more.

Best friends who shared a bed.

Purely for our cover, Obi-Wan had reassured her. We can’t have the children telling their friends their married parents sleep in separate bedrooms. It would draw too much attention.

Selfishly, she had agreed. If only for a little more time spent in Obi-Wan’s warmth.

She rolled out of bed and slipped into a robe. She wasn’t used to early morning quiet with two five year olds running around—she was nearly startled by the sounds of her own footsteps as she padded to the kitchen to brew some caf.

As she went through the motions of preparing the hot drink—two creams, two sugars for her, one sugar for Obi-Wan—Padme glanced at the door to a small storage room beside the twins’ bedroom. Obi-Wan converted it from a closet when they had first arrived, needing a hidden space to store the few remaining relics of his Jedi life as well as a quiet place to meditate away from the others. Every morning, he’d rise before the sun and meditate for an hour or two before the rest of the family got up. This morning didn’t seem any different, even without the children, so she settled at their small kitchen table and sipped at her caf, waiting for Obi-Wan to finish.

But as the minutes ticked by, he didn’t emerge.

After half a standard hour, Padme grabbed Obi-Wan’s rapidly cooling mug and approached the closed door. She knocked softly.

“Obi-Wan? Is everything alright?”

Silence.

Padme tried to quell her rising nerves and knocked again.

“Obi-Wan?”

Silence.

Padme swallowed. “I’m coming in.”

She opened the door—only for it to stop halfway through. “What—?”

The door was caught on what appeared to be a bundle of robes and—was that Obi-Wan’s foot?

Padme frowned and pushed the door all the way open as gently as she could, kneeling down beside the long lump of robes and brushing a lock of hair back from her husband’s forehead.

Obi-Wan was snoring softly under the robe-blanket he had carefully tucked around him, his head resting on a robe-pillow. Padme’s lips quirked. He must have fallen asleep while meditating this morning.

But . . . That didn’t explain the state of the storage room. His makeshift bed looked lived-in, more so than his actual bed. A small chest beside his robe-pillow acted as a nightstand, with his latest holo book and the glasses he swore he didn’t need resting on top.

Why is he sleeping here?

It couldn’t have been comfortable. Obi-Wan wasn’t a particularly large man, but this storage room was tiny. Padme was sitting half outside the room as it was. It can’t be good for him being cramped in this space all night long—how many nights does he do this?

Padme thought back to their past three years in Dantooine—she couldn’t remember a single morning when her husband woke up beside her. Surely he must have in all their years but her mind kept coming up short. She brushed her fingers delicately along his bearded jaw, then gasped as she saw, seemingly for the first time, how dark the circles under his eyes were, and how deep his crows feet went. How had she never noticed this?

Before her thoughts could derail any further, Padme heard Obi-Wan whimper, his brow furrowed even in sleep. “No . . . no, please . . .”

Padme set the caf down on the chest and leaned forward, gently shaking her husband’s shoulder. “Obi-Wan, wake up.”

His breathing became more erratic and he started whimpering. The fear Padme had been pushing down started creeping up her throat.

She brushed her hand through his hair. “Obi-Wan, please. You’re safe, you need to wake up.”

Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s eyes shot open and he sat up, panting heavily.

“Shhh,” Padme soothed, stroking his hair. “It was just a dream, Obi-Wan. You’re safe.”

He blinked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “P-Padme? What are you doing here?”

She swallowed. “You didn’t come out for your caf. I got worried.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan ran a hand through his damp hair. “I”m sorry for worrying you, dear one.”

Padme pushed down the flutter in her chest at the pet name. “What’s going on?”

“Hmm?” He looked up, his blue eyes looking more dull than she’d ever seen them.

“Why are you sleeping in here?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Oh, I must have fallen asleep while meditating again—”

Padme raised a brow. “So you made yourself a bedroom?”

He blushed. “Padme, it’s not—”

“Don’t tell me what it’s not, Obi-Wan. Tell me what it is.” Padme kept her voice soft but left no room for arguments.

“This is wrong.”

Padme furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong?”

“What I’m doing—my life—what I’ve done—it’s wrong.” His breath hitched in his throat.

Suddenly realizing this issue was far deeper than he had let on, Padme settled on his robe-bed, nestling closer to him. “What’s so wrong about our life?” she asked gently.

“I shouldn’t be living it!” he blurted out. “I k-killed him—”

“Obi-Wan no—”

He was getting lost in his thoughts. “I failed him and then I killed him. He was my brother, my apprentice, I should have helped him—”

“He was beyond help.” Padme soothed, repeating all the things he told her over the years. “There’s nothing wrong—”

He buried his face in his hands and Padme’s heart shattered even more. “Everything is wrong! I’m living his life—the life I stole. Don’t you see, Padme? This is all wrong! It should be Anakin here—”

“No it shouldn’t.”

That got Obi-Wan to stop right in his tracks. “What?”

Padme took her best friend’s face into her hands, stroking his beard with her thumbs. “No. It. Shouldn’t.”

“Padme, h-how can you say that? How can you want this life with me—”

“How about you let me decide what I want and what’s good for me?” She softened the blow of her words with a raised brow.

Obi-Wan took a breath, not meeting her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She forced his eyes upwards. “Don’t be,” she insisted, closing her eyes. Now or never, Padme. “I—Obi-Wan—”

“I’m not the family you need.” His voice was deadly quiet.

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He tried pulling away, but she wouldn’t let him go. “I’m not—” He swallowed. “I can’t be what you need.”

“And what exactly do I need?” Padme wasn’t going to lose her husband to his own mind, not if she had anything to say about it.

“Someone who can handle sharing a bed with you, being your husband, your children’s father, sharing your life, being in love with you—”

Padme’s eyes widened. “You’re in love with me?” she whispered.

Obi-Wan’s expression mirrored hers as he tried to back away, reminding Padme of a skittish animal. She pulled him closer.

“Padme,” he rasped. “I’m so—”

“Don’t you dare apologize, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she murmured, running one of her hands along his shoulder. “Is this why you’ve been sleeping here?”

He nodded. “It was too much,” he whispered. “Feeling the way I did and being in your bed. But I couldn’t bear to leave you either. I figured this was the best solution.”

The hand on his shoulder drifted down to his chest. “All this time? You were sleeping here all this time?”

“Mostly,” he nodded. “I’d wait until you were asleep and then come here. It was better this way,” he added, seeing Padme’s crestfallen expression. “You needed your rest and my nightmares would wake you—”

“I don’t give a bantha’s ass about your nightmares waking me,” she insisted. “And what about your rest? Obi-Wan you don’t even fit in here! You must be so sore—you’ve been doing this for years?”

Her fretting brought a tiny smile to his face. “I’ve survived worse.”

“I don’t care—no more of this,” Padme declared. “You’re sleeping back in our bed, where you belong.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes grew distant again. “I can’t, Padme. You don’t need an old Jedi complicating—”

“What did I say about letting me decide what I need?” Padme smiled. “And . . . what if I wanted you in my bed?”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow and Padme wanted desperately to smooth it out with her thumb. “What?”

She took a deep breath. “What if . . . I loved you too?”

His face went ashen. “Padme, no . . . How . . .?”

“How can I love? Or how can I love you?”

Obi-Wan opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering. “Both,” he choked out. “With everything that’s happened.”

“Just because I’ve loved and been hurt in my past doesn’t mean I can’t love again, Obi-Wan. I’m still human,” she murmured, stroking his cheek.

“But with Anakin—”

“Not him.”

“What?”

She sighed. “I wasn’t talking about him.”

Obi-Wan leaned into her touch, waiting for her to continue.

“I cared for Ani, truly, and I did love him—just not the way a wife should love a husband,” she said, finally confiding in him the realization she had come to long ago. “The Anakin I loved—the Anakin I thought I loved—never existed. At most, we had infatuation. We never had time to explore anything else. And . . . if we had . . . I don’t think our marriage would have worked. Even if everything hadn’t happened.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “But—you were both happy—”

“Obi-Wan,” she murmured, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I’ve been happier with you on our worst day than with Anakin on our best.”

His eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Padme.”

“Out here, I’ve had nothing but time to think about our lives before, all the mistakes I made, everything we’ve been through . . . Luke and Leia are my world, but marrying Ani was a mistake. Rushing things was a mistake. I wanted us to be happy so badly I convinced myself we were.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Perhaps we were both blinded by love.”

“Both?”

“I’m not a fool, Padme. I’d known about you and Anakin long before you realized I knew.” He sighed. “You both had been through so much . . . I wanted you both to be happy.”

“We weren’t.” She squeezed his hand. “Not truly.”

“I think we both saw what we wanted to see.”

Padme wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out a sigh of relief when her husband wrapped his own arms around her. She kissed his neck, settling into his embrace.

“Did you ever think about this? Before?” Padme asked.

“I was so committed to the Order I never truly considered the possibility,” he answered honestly. “I couldn’t allow myself to think about . . . anything I could feel for you. I didn’t think any relationship was an option until you and Anakin were married.”

“And then it was too late,” she finished his thought, her breath tickling his skin.

“This wasn’t the way I’d have ever wanted us to become a couple,” he murmured.

“I know,” she reassured him. “But—if it was an option. If we could have explored our feelings. If everything hadn’t happened. What would you have done?”

“I’d have left the Order,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice so soft Padme barely heard the words.

She lifted her head. “Obi-Wan!”

“I couldn’t fulfill a commitment to you and to the Order,” Obi-Wan replied, the torment in his voice replaced by an eerie calm.

“But your duty—”

“—was to the Republic. I didn’t need to be part of the Order to serve the Republic.”

After a moment, Padme responded. “And if I hadn’t returned your feelings?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” he whispered. “As you can see, I’m not very good at effectively repressing romantic feelings,” he smirked.

Padme beamed. “And now you don’t have to.”

She leaned in ready to finally kiss her best friend, her husband, for the first time—only for Obi-Wan to turn away.

“What is it?” she asked, lifting his chin to meet her eyes. “Please, tell me. Let me care for you the way you’ve always cared for me.”

Obi-Wan swallowed, his tormented blue eyes filling once more with tears. “Have you ever . . . have you ever wished it were Anakin here instead of me?”

Padme closed her eyes and cupped his face in her hands, pressing her forehead against his. “Once, a long time ago. When the babies were six months old.”

He started to nod his head, accepting this, but Padme refused to let him leave her embrace. She opened her eyes. “I was in so much pain I couldn’t think straight. Trying to deal with the pain of losing Anakin while raising twins . . . it was too much most days. And one day, you were bathing Luke and I remember thinking, you’re the wrong Jedi. It should be Anakin here bathing my babies.”

“But you know what?” Padme continued, wanting to chase the pain out of his eyes. “The very next morning, I heard one of the twins cry and I started to roll out of bed. But then I heard you talking to them and you sang a lullaby with your beautiful voice and you know what I said?”

“What?” Obi-Wan whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks.

She tightened her grip on his jaw, kissing his tears. “I said, oh good. Their father’s taking care of them.” She swallowed. “Luke and Leia may have Anakin’s DNA, but you are their father, through and through. One intrusive thought I had when I was deep in the throes of grief does not take that away and it never will. I love you, Obi-Wan. Our children love you. And even though the circumstances are never what I would have wanted, nothing has made me happier than being here with you and our children. Nothing.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. “Padme,” he moaned, his nose brushing against hers.

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” she murmured against his mouth. “You’re my home.”

“I love you,” he repeated, pulling her closer. “I’ll never grow tired of saying that.”

“I’ll never grow tired of hearing it,” she beamed.

“Padme, I—ow!” Obi-Wan broke the kiss, rubbing the back of his head.

“Are you alright?” she asked, reaching over to inspect his head herself.

“I think I hit my head on this shelf,” he frowned.

Padme snorted. “I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping in this closet for years.”

“In hindsight, it does seem rather foolish, doesn’t it?” Obi-Wan grinned.

Padme’s heart fluttered when she finally saw Obi-Wan’s beautiful smile. “Come on. Let’s head somewhere a little more comfortable . . .”

No-pressure tags: @saradika @obiknights @alabama-metal-man @cypanache @your-dose-of-obidala @justsaysomethingjayj @written-musings @celestial-alignment @darlingamidala

#obidala #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x padme #obi wan kenobi x padme amidala #star wars fanfic #obidala fic #my fic #my writing

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xadoheandterra · 1 month

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I absolutely love the amount of fic that exists that just...explores Alastor's sexuality in Hazbin. That explores what being asexual means, or what being aromantic means. It's been an absolute delight to find fic that outright embraces a character and the nuances that could come from it.

It has also actually educated me a lot about the asexuality spectrum, seeing so many authors outright identify themselves and say how they are exploring their own identity through fic.

I don't say this much, because it has taken me years to reach the level of understanding of where I am, but discovering who you are as a person, your likes, dislikes, and desires is a constant journey. You don't reach a conclusion and just...stop. Learning about yourself. Growing as a person.

When I was younger I didn't really understand what sex and romance were. I knew I felt something for my best friend, and at the time I had thought that made me bisexual. I knew I felt something for my first boyfriend, but I couldn't put a name to it. Love is a weird and confusing mess of emotions and impulses and desires that doesn't translate one to one to every person. I knew I loved these people, but I didn't know myself what that meant.

I knew I enjoyed kissing my boyfriend, but the minute he got a hard on I backed the fuck off. I knew I enjoyed going out to eat and watching movies and going on walks with him, but I found those same activities just as enjoyable without the tie of being in a relationship with the person and wasn't it supposed to mean something different if you were dating the person? It confused me.

We mutually broke up because both of us felt the relationship wasn't leading anywhere. For me it was the fact that I didn't understand why, as much as I loved the guy, there wasn't that something different that I was under the impression to expect. So I kept on, moved on, found a new person that was funny and amusing and I liked. When that person suggested sex, I decided to say fuck it and give it a go.

I went on from a boyfriend to a girlfriend to a friend with benefits to being taken to shibari parties to being taken to a BDSM dungeon for a demonstration to having a birthday sex party thrown for me when I was 25.

By this point I had determined two things about myself: I was not cisgender, and I was definitely not straight. I had taken to thinking I was only just coming to terms with being transgender at 25, and I was firmly of the opinion that I was panromantic and pansexual.

I'm not. I thought I was. It was the easiest way for me to parse the feelings and emotions and I thought I found people attractive in the "I would sleep with you and enjoy it" way but, well. I was 25, my friends threw a sex party for me. We had drinks, they were definitely more drunk than me. We had fun.

They had fun. I ended up watching from the sidelines after the first round, and had a...realization.

For all that I had been through to that point--the people I had been with to that point--I didn't exactly enjoy sex. But that's not quite right either because I did I just. Didn't need it? Want it? I'm still not sure how to phrase this. But it wasn't something that was--there wasn't that spark. I had fun, but I would also find myself adrift in the act sometimes. If there was pain? Oh, that would bring me back. I knew firmly by this point I was definitely a bit of a masochist but, even then, it wasn't the same. It was fun but it wasn't pleasurable. I could physically respond but I wasn't fully there.

I thought maybe it's because my body wasn't right. Maybe I would enjoy this more if I had the parts I felt like I needed. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Eight years later with my current partner, sex still isn't necessary. I'm fine with not having sex and just cuddling. I find that if my partner wants sex, I'll be down, but it's not something I tend to initiate. It's something he starts first, usually. I have had in the four years of us being together maybe...five times were I've ever initiated such acts? Five times where I wanted?

He's the first person that's actually been a thing with. It's what sort of struck the hammer, I think, that made me connect that realization from when I was 25 to not being a transgender thing, but an asexual thing.

And then Hazbin happened and there's plenty of wonderful fanfic exploring asexuality and aromanticism and I had the second realization since I started this journey when I was fourteen and found that I very much liked my best friend in a platonic-but-not-platonic way. I realized that for all my experience and dating, for all the romantic things I've been through or done, they're not...they don't spark that thing I've been led to believe happens. Every romantic gesture I can see happen with a best friend or an acquaintance and I would enjoy it in the exact same way. There's no difference between if I love the person as a partner or if I love the person as a friend.

The emotions about the person are different, sure, but the things we do are the same things I would do with a friend. They evoke the same emotions about the events as if it were a friend. I don't enjoy dating I enjoy hanging out with people, whether the emotions for the person are friend shaped or partner shaped.

So I've begun to realize I might be just a little aromantic too. Which would explain a lot of the troubles I had dating. A lot. Like shit emotions are confusing on a good day, ok?

So yeah. I am loving the ability to explore asexuality and aromanticism in fic because fuck me it is helping me come to terms with a lot of shit I thought I understood.

End all be all sexuality and romance is a continuous journey and sometimes it takes you 20+ years to reach that huh moment.

#aroace #arospec #acespec #exploring identities through fiction #hazbin hotel and its fanfic has been an eye opening journey #like I was pleased to find out daud from dishonored was ace #but daud and dishonored fic don't quite have that same exploration that hazbin and alastor fic do #they don't have that journey of information #and I think that's part of why I'm really loving alastor #because there IS a journey with this character #because this character ALSO seems unaware of himself #so yeah

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ecrisparfois · 2 years

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skydive

summary : Y/N involuntarily went skydiving with her boyfriend.

warning (s) : possible inaccuracy of skydiving thingies (I never actually went skydiving, bear with me).

words count : 1.1k

A/N : it's a reupload from my old blog. I made a few changes to save y'all from reading my old writing. It was full of grammatical nightmare.

Bad idea. It was such a bad idea. Y/N knew it, of course, she did. She always thought there’s something mentally wrong with people who voluntarily threw themselves off of a plane for fun! Ironically, her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, has been a skydiving instructor for almost a year. He went skydiving once during his travel across Europe with his two best-mates. He never stopped jumping off a plane since. In fact, he become so obsessed with the sport that he decided to take courses to become a professional skydiver. Once he got all the required licenses and certificates to register his name to be a skydiving instructor, off he did to a nearby skydiving centre. Draco did not need the money; he simply enjoys skydive, plus, he thinks it was fun to watch people pissing themselves – not literally – a second before the jump. Evil git.

And evil he did. He was fully aware of how much Y/N hate what he does, despite the fact that she never skydives her entire life. So, he booked one session of skydiving with her for her birthday gift. He did deliver the news gently. Although, she still nearly had a heart attack right there and then at the fancy restaurant he brought her to celebrate. He even bothered to make a full presentation of reasons as to why she should just accept her fate to threw herself off a plane with him. He won, and she begrudgingly let him attached the harness to her torso.

“I still think it’s a bad idea,” Y/N fretted while he tugged on the knot to double-check it’s properly attached to her body.

“It’s all gonna be good, you won’t regret anything,” he mumbled the same words he had recounted over a hundred times since last night, tucking a strand of hair falling to her face.

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” Y/N dramatically pout while Draco struggled to tie her hair in a ponytail.

“I’m not worried. You’ll forgive me once you realise how irrational your fear is,” Draco cockily said.

“I’m not afraid, and it’s not irrational,” she protested, earning a sarcastic brow lift from the blond, “You wouldn’t be so cocky if we land in the afterlife,”

Draco let out a chirpy laugh, “If that’s the case, at least, we’ll die together,”

“How romantic,” Y/N sarcastically retorted, rolling her eyes.

After the harnesses are all set, the couple made their way to the plane. Draco helped her to hop on and sat on his lap, attaching the harness to connect them to each other. He also helped her put on a goggle that Y/N always seen him wear in every footage of him skydiving. Draco holding her sweaty hand, squeeze it every once in a while. If her heart wasn’t beating so frantically right now, she would complain about the fact that he always had someone on his lap every time he was guiding a tandem skydive. Nearing the jumping point, Draco clutches her chest, right where her heart beating painfully fast. He holds her close, as if to help her heart not to pound out of her rib cages. The weird sensation as if her ears were stuffed of cotton candy did not help with her growing anxiety.

“There’s no need to be nervous, I’m here with you, aren’t I?” he whispered softly, almost unheard from the loud noise of the plane engine. He is earnestly comforting her, unlike the last few hours when he had the teasing tone when he was supposed to be reassuring his lover. “Do you trust me?”

“We’re not Jack and Rose, you know,” her tone was stiff, failed her intention to defuse the jittery feeling in her heart.

Draco chuckled, “That is true, but, still, do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Y/N defeatedly concurred. There’s no backing away for her now.

When Draco decided it was time, he scooted closer to the open door. Y/N felt sick when her feet dangling out of the plane.

“I’ll jump in the count of three,” he shouted right next to her ear, “One, two, three!”

“Holy sh-“ Y/N shrieked when she felt her body jerking forwards. She immediately shut her eyes, too terrified to look at the ground.

She waited for the drop, nauseating feeling in her stomach like the one she always had during a rollercoaster ride, but it never came. Instead, she felt like she was floating, wind swiping her cheek softly. She tried to open her eyes and immediately amazed by the view. The ground unfolds before her eyes; she could make out the cornfield and the river from the distance, right beneath her was a vast green field. She almost forgot Draco was right behind her, attached by the harness. He took her hands and spread it wide. The scenery was too stunning from above, she couldn’t bring herself to feel disgusted by the fact that she actually enjoying the experience. They were free falling for the next few seconds.

“I’ll pull the parachute!” Draco announced, and before she could even register his words her body was pulled by a violent tug preventing the gravity to pull her too fast to the ground. Y/N shrieked in response but she laughed gleefully right after reciting string of curses. Draco just chuckled in amusement.

“How was it?” He asked when they float down slowly. She still could see the farthest land from the height.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, still in amazement.

“You should see the one I saw in Switzerland,” his soft tone faded, switched back to his usual smugness.

The landing was much too swift for her liking. She still wanted to float around and enjoying the scenery from above with Draco. The gravity decided otherwise, pulling the couple down to debark to the place they both should belong. Y/N stretched her feet to the front, like Draco had instructed her before the flight. She could be heard letting out a relieved breath when the harness attaching her to her boyfriend was untied. She looked around to found his hair had ruffled into a mess by the wind, and she suddenly overcame with jealousy at the thought that she had missed this view thousands of times. It’s not until this moment she noticed a device on her lover’s wrist.

“Are you recording me?” she scolded him playfully, slapped his arm to add dramatic effect.

“Of course. It’s your first and only skydive. I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to document such event,” Draco defended himself, securing the camera from her attack.

The awaited attack never came, instead she looked at the ground bashfully.

“Actually,” she began, “could we, maybe, do that again?”

Draco smirked in victory.

Oh boy, she would never hear the end of it.

#draco x reader #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n

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rat-cigars · 2 years

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Impulse

(a/n: I thought for R.Pats birthday I would do a oneshot for any of you Batman simps or anyone who wanted reader and Bruce to hook up after he walked her home. In this AU reader and Bruce are both intoxicated af so mutual pining ensues. Enjoy my attempt at some slight smut.)

( Ps this is based around my fic, Damn bitch you livelike this? which you can find here )

(TW: Intoxication, smut 18+)

Afab!Reader x Bruce Wayne

Bruce did his best at helping you into your home but he wasn’t much better. Still feeling the effects of mixed drinks as he leaned against the doorframe slightly to support your body with his. “Fuck..I feel like I’m gonna be sick.” he groaned leaning his head back on the wood.

“What? Can’t handle a few drinks?” You chuckled, teasing him as you stumbled off your heels and removed the white coat you had worn. He rolled his eyes at the comment and shook his head,

“You’re one to talk.” Bruce moved from the frame and shut the door behind him, heading to sit on the brown couch in the middle of your living room. “Whatever, I didn’t ask you to take me home.” You remarked grabbing the pillow up from beside him and replacing it with your body. Bruce didn’t look at you at a soft pink pooled at his cheeks.

You noticed and snickered a little, had you really made him do that? Cause the rose shade to rise under his skin? You were cut short in your thoughts when you noticed Bruce was now looking back up at you while you studied his features. “What?” He furrowed his brows. “You have the prettiest eyes..” the words seemed to slip past your lips before you could even do anything to stop it. It took you a moment and Bruce sitting up on the sofa for you to fully comprehend what you had just said to him. “Shit. Uh” you stuttered, now becoming the flustered one in the situation.

You tried to conjure an excuse for the comment, looking at the floor but you heard.. Bruce Wayne laughing? You looked at him and he was smirking, “Looks like you really can’t handle your drinks.” He teased you. You playfully threw the pillow on the couch at him and laughed at his remark. It was odd seeing this side of Bruce Wayne. In fact you’d never seen him smile, you couldn’t remember at least.

Bruce had caught the pillow and threw it right back at you, hitting the side of your face softly. “You asshole!” You laughed and leaned over starting to playfully push him. But as you leaned in he had also leaned in at the same time to grab the pillow again.

Your heads bonked together and you two stopped for a moment looking at each other and holding your head slightly.

It wasn’t a hard bump but it still hurt you guys a little. That's when you broke into a laughter with Bruce, too drunk to even care about the pain on your respective bumped heads. The shared moment soon died down from laughter to a different kind of mood as your faces were still close. Starting to relax you had both been able to study each other’s faces. Bruce noticed how your lipgloss had smudged, and the shimmer of glitter in the corners of your eyes. You noticed how stubble had formed around his jaw and his deep set eyes. The way his hair flopped slightly in front of his face.

This was cut short with a sudden yet passionate kiss between you. It wasn’t clear who had initially started it but that didn’t matter anyway. His mouth was soft, plush and you never wanted to stop this. You set your hands on his rough jawline, pulling him closer.

“Bruce..” you whispered between kisses. “Stay with me..” you whispered as his teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing a gasp to slip from your mouth.

Those sounds must’ve caused an array of emotions for him as he immediately understood what you’d meant. He leaned down and scooped you into his arms, princess style. You wrapped your arms around his neck holding onto him lazily. “You do this to every girl you walk home?” You snickered but stopped as he gently tossed you into your bed. “Only this time.” He chuckled and then leaned back in to continue your actions from before. You gently pulled his hair from the back as he loomed over you, nearly twice your size in muscle alone. “I didn’t know you were so jacked..” you smirked and ran your hands over his still clothes body.

“I didn’t think you got out much..” you whispered and reached to his buttons undoing the top few. “I have a lot of free time.” He teased and finished removing his top, revealing the intensity of his curved arms. “Wow..” you smiled looking at his rippling chest, pulling him in deep again. Little gasps and moans were being choked out between the heated kisses. You leaned into the kiss as you removed your own outfit, throwing the top to the side of the room. Bruce stared at your bare chest for a moment and then gently put one of your breasts in his hands, the rough pads of his fingers starting to work the plush flesh around. You shivered with the contact watching him touch you was nearly enough to make you go crazy with ecstasy.

“Bruce please..” you groaned, tugging at his pants. “I-I wanna..” you trailed off at the end but he still got the idea. Since he had been so kind to oblige you went to move your own skirt and panties off, spreading your legs for him to fully take you in. As he started to lower his boxers he had spoken something to you, but you hadn’t really caught it. “What?” You asked him to repeat. Bruce opened his mouth, his hands still tugging the boxers down, about to reveal himself. But the noise that came out was another shrieking bell.

You jolted awake, still in the same outfit and alone in your apartment. “Fuuuuck..” you groaned and laid back down trying to get back to your dream.

#dbyllt #batman 2022 #the batman #batman x you #batman x fem!reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x you #rat rites #one shot rat

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xexiar · 6 months

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I’m An Idiot. 4

Ch3 Ao3

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“Bro! What happened to your room?” I watched as shitty hair and dunce face slowly entered my room. When they reached the wall with burnt marks shitty hair pointed at it while looking back at me. “Like, seriously?”

“Deku left for the week.” The way they both fully turned to face me made me sick. But thanks to that jean turtleneck, I promised I would try to reach out more. And since shitty hair kept insisting that I could talk to him no matter what, I took the chance. Especially since I’m not sure I could handle this week on my own. “Deku left for the week.”

“Dude.” I looked up from my feet to dunce face. “Repeating yourself isn’t answering the question.”

Damn it. But how else am I supposed to say it. “Deku. Left. For. The. Week!”

The way they both looked confused just made the sickening feeling worsen. “Oh… OH!” I looked at shitty hair as he slapped his forehead. “You got to be kidding me. Did he tell you that he was leaving?” I shook my head. “And you really thought this,” gesturing to my damaged wall, “was a good response?”

“It’s probably why he didn’t tell you.” I looked over to dunce face. “Maybe he was scared of what you would do to him.” At that I looked over at my bed. “Bro, he had every reason to be terrified. Especially with everything you told us.”

That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. When I looked it was shitty hair. “And what exactly am I supposed to do when feeling frustrated? Sit and do nothing? For goodness sake. What if Deku…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it as I tried to push shitty hair away.

“I’m not saying you should do nothing. But maybe try something different. I don’t know…”

“Maybe call us first before you blow up.” We looked over at dunce face, and I couldn’t deny it was an option.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s the spirit bro! But now I see why you insisted we didn’t invite Mina.” After a short talk, they helped me move things to the other room. While we went about it was quite between us. “Did you even get a hold of him!”

“Yeah. Super late though. He’s ok and let me know he was coming back Saturday. I even got to ask him about spending a day at the Hero Con.”

“Like a date?”

I suddenly dropped the box of clothes in my hands and turned to face shitty hair. “It’s not a date! We always go to the Hero Con around his birthday!”

“Then why are you getting so worked over it?”

I walked over to dunce face and grabbed him by the collar. “Because I fucked up! So, I will fucking do anything to make it up to him.” The way he looked unbothered by what I said made me uneasy. Why was I feeling that? Especially since for the rest of the morning they both kept stating I was taking Deku on a date. “It’s not like that! He’s a damn nerd! And it’s his birthday weekend!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Kacchan.” I threw one of my house slippers at dunce face. But he ducked to avoid it. “You asked him out to do something. Which just happens to be something he enjoys. And weren’t you also planning on making him a bento box?”

“Sounds like a date to me.”

“I hate both of you.”

“Whatever you say, Bakubro.” I was not taking Deku on a date. There was no way that was possible. We’re just two guys that happened to be going to a convention. Granted I was going to make him a bento box. But that nerd barely eats. So, someone had to feed him.

And besides, we done this before. So of course, it wasn’t anything super special. Right? We spent many of his birthdays together. Sure, some ended with him crying. And there was this one rule we had that nobody was to know I was nice to him. Not mention last year where he broke down crying and screaming how I hated hm.

Oh god. No wonder he was avoiding me for his birthday. He has every right to avoid me. Damn it! I just kept fucking up everything. Which leaves me to question if he only agreed to come to the con because he didn’t feel he had a choice. I’m such an idiot. What will it take for me to stop fucking everything up?

Once all my stuff had been moved to the other room, I sat on my temporary bed. “So…” I looked at shitty hair as he spun in the spare computer chair. “Are you going to get Midobro flowers while you’re at it?” God damn it.

“What about some chocolates?” I can’t believe these two.

“For god sake it’s not a date. So, just drop it.”

“It could be a date if you just admit it.” I looked to dunce face as he looked through my box of games. “Did you already plan out an outfit?”

I hated how they both looked at me in time for when my face started to burn up. “Yes.” If it wasn’t for the fact, I promised my parents I wouldn’t use my quirk in my temporary room, I would have been blasting the two cackling idiots. “Shut up! I always planned my outfits no matter the occasion.”

“Dude.” Shitty hair was practically rolling on the floor laughing, while trying to not to look at me. Even dunce face was wizzing from how hard he was laughing. I went over and started kicking him. But instead of making him stop, he just laughed harder. “Stop it. Haha. My. Owe. Ribs.”

“I fucking hate you two.” It took them a while before they started to breathe again. Especially shitty hair who held onto the chair like his life depended on it. “For god sake, my folks are in the fashion industry. Of course, I have to plan outfits for any given event.”

“Yeah. Like the event of going on a date with Midoriya.”

“One more word out of you, dance face, and I’m telling ears you’re the one who keeps stealing her pocky sticks!”

“You wouldn’t dare! Because I’ll snitch that you helped.”

“Try me.” Shitty hair started to chuckle behind his hand. “I’ll tell raccoon eyes you’re the one who keeps drinking her soda when she’s not looking.”

“Damn, bro. Are you also going to tell Aizawa that you been ditching English class?”

“I don’t ditch. That’s tape face.” It suddenly got quiet again as dunce face went back to looking at my games.

“So…” I looked over to shitty hair. “What’s so wrong about calling it a date? You do like Midobro, don’t ya?”

I could feel my face burning up but just as quickly a deep pain in my chest made itself known. “Why bother? I already fucked up. There’s no way he could ever like me back. Besides—”

“I’m going to have to stop you right there.” I looked over to shitty hair. “Respectfully, stop your bullshit. And for godsake, just ask him. What’s the worst he gonna do? Say no? But there’s also a chance he’ll say yes.”

“There’s no doubt he’ll say yes.”

“See. Even Denki sees it.”

“You’re both wrong.” I looked down at my open plums and could feel the pain in my chest grow. “There’s no way he would like me. Not after everything I put him through. I bullied him to the point he always left bruised up. I told him to jump off a roof. I made him believe that I hated him. I’m a monster. So, I shouldn’t even try to to ask for the impossible. The fact—” That’s when I felt something hard hit me across the face. “Did you just punch me?”

I watched as shitty hair deactivated his quirk from his hands, before grabbing me by the collar. “Shut the fuck up! Damn it! You keep this up I will personality send you to the hospital. For crying out loud! Anyone with eyes can see that you and Midoriya have a thing for each other. Most days it’s just so painful to watch.”

I shoved shitty hair off me. “If that’s the case than why did Deku leave?” I slowly felt burning wetness trying to make itself known on my cheeks. “Why did Deku leave for a whole week and didn’t tell me? Clearly, it’s because he doesn’t like me! It’s so obvious that he wanted to avoid seeing me! HE HATES ME AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT!” The way shitty held his hands up as he walked backwards was pissing me off.

“Bakubro, chill.” I shoved shitty hair back until he made contact with the wall. “Chill. Chill. Time out, bro.”

“Fuck you!” That’s when I felt someone trying to pull my arms back. “Deku left without saying a word to me! I only found out through his mom telling my old hag! He was never going to tell me that he left! He fucking left me on read when I first tried to reach out to him! Then he didn’t answer me ALL FUCKING GOD DAMN DAY! Deku has every right to hate my fucking guts!” I started to kick at his legs. “I FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!”

I don’t recall when shitty hair and dunce face left, but it has long past dinner time. All I remembered after yelling was that I had kicked them out of my room, and I started crying. It didn’t help that I just don’t know what to do with myself right now. On one hand, I could just sit in my room in silence and let the crushing pain I feel consume me. But I always did that. Or I could try to talk to someone. Anyone for that matter.

I wonder what the nerd was doing. With that thought in mind and went in search for his contact. But I suddenly stopped when I found his name. When was the last time I saw his face? Maybe when we were at that 2-day weekend earlier this month. Would it be bad if I FaceTimed him? Would he even answer?

Taking a deep breath, I just went for it. The worst that could happened is him not answering. As I sat through the ringing, my mind wandered on what if I got ignored again. Would calling or texting be worth it? But those thoughts quickly went away when a certain green hair appeared on my screen. “What took so long, nerd?”

As I watched Deku do his usual fidget, I couldn’t help noticing a few things. “Um… sorry about that. I was doing something.” While looking at him, I could clearly see he was in a sort of bathroom. Mainly based on the tile patterns behind him. But what really caught my attention was the silk like material that hugged his shoulders. Especially with its rich black and orange details around the collar. The fact it closely resembles the colors of my hero costume. Funny enough the colors looked good on him. But I would never say that out loud.

“What in the hell are you wearing, Deku?” The way his face started going red as he fumbled with his words was very cute. He soon went about saying how he was going to show me what he was wearing. And as he did the motions of getting up, I happened to notice more of the robe he had on. The orange collar was almost sheer that I could see the faintness of Deku’s freckled skin. Oh, I didn’t like that. Something about that was pissing me off.

I then watched as the camera was facing a full body mirror and could see the full scale on the robe. To top it off, Deku even hiked up just enough of the robe to show case part of his leg. “It’s my new robe.” The more I looked at his reflection the more I could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Especially with how the lighting in that bathroom shown at the right angle that the robe was see through. Meaning whoever he was spending his birthday week with would be able to see all of that. And just the mere thought was ticking me off.

“Are you even wearing anything underneath?” I know he wasn’t, but I couldn’t help to ask to be sure. There was a chance the lighting was playing tricks. But the way Deku opened the robe enough to drape over his shoulders, made me aware of a tight sensation in my boxers. Especially with how slowly he revealed more of his leg. It almost seemed like he was giving me my own private show. But it did not erase the fact that I was pissed. In turn, seeing that he really didn’t have nothing but a cloth to cover his front, he was naked under that! “What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry.” When the camera returned back to Deku’s face, I almost forgot why I was angry. Seeing how his neck and collarbone was bare for my viewing pleasure. But the robe that hanged off his shoulder kept my anger at the forefront. “It’s just that this feels strangely comfy. I have pictures of the other clothes I bought. Do you want me to send them to you?”

Pictures? As in more than one photo? Maybe once I can calm down from being angry, I could enjoy those later. “Fine.” While watching the nerd fumble through the screen, I silently enjoy the little show before me. The way he mumbled to himself. How there were a gorgeous array of freckles scattered across his chest and arms. The way he looked good enough to eat while also being cute. It would be a dream to bite that Adam’s apple of his.

The more I stared at him the more I wish I was there. It should be illegal to look like that. I wonder what sounds he would make as I kiss every scar. That’s another thing I wish I could do. And the longer I looked at him, I tried to memorize every fine detail. What was wrong with me that I bullied him. Before I could venture down those thoughts my messenger went off.

When I looked through the photos, I slowly started seeing red. A number of them had him wearing in different types of lingerie. Most of which were taken in what seemed to be a bedroom, in front of a mirror. But what really set me off was this one photo that was clearly taken by someone else. Someone had full access to viewing Deku in such an intimate manner. I felt my jaw tighten as I locked eyes with the nerd. “Who the fuck is with you?” The way I saw him visibly shake was setting me off. Even more as I saw him start to hyperventilate. “NERD!”

“Momo, Tsu, Ochako, Ida and…” The way Deku broke eye contact with me and stutter, I already knew who the last person was. But I want him to say it. Oh, fucking god damn it, I’m going to beat the shit out of all of them. Including, “Todoroki.”

Before I even got a chance to scream, I quickly covered my mouth. For a brief moment I remembered what shitty hair and dunce face had said. After all, the fact that I always blowup when I’m angry is one of the many reasons Deku was trying to avoid me. I don’t want that. Taking a deep breath, I tried to not to scream. “Why didn’t you tell me the first time?”

“I was scared you would bother them if I didn’t answer you. For goodness sake, you texted Todoroki when I didn’t answer you. So, I had every right to be scared.” He was right on that. And the way I wanted to curse every single one of them out right now is proof.

Leaning back against the wall, I happened to notice that Deku started to bite his bottom lip. Oh great. That’s the face he makes when he’s trying so hard to not cry while someone is screaming at him. Do I scare him that much when I’m mad? Even though he looks cute when he does that, I rather see that face for a whole different reason. “Next time answer me and that wouldn’t have happened.” The way he nodded his head had his robe fall even more off his shoulders. It was to the point that his whole upper half was exposed. I want to touch him. Damn it! “Fix your robe.”

As I was now looking at a ceiling, I enjoyed the painted details. Besides the bright lights, it was nice. I wonder where he was that had those types of ceilings. Would any of the photos he sent me have a detail view of the room he was in? Oh god. Thinking about those photos is making a certain member feel sensitive against the fabric of my boxers. That’s when I suddenly heard whimpering.

“What the fuck?” When I saw Deku’s face again, I almost couldn’t believe it. What was it now? “Why are you crying now?” The way he avoided eye contact was annoying. But he did more than what I could ask, so I’ll let him off the hook for now. “Did you eat?”

“Yes. We ate a big breakfast here, in the hotel.” I wonder what hotel. “We also enjoyed stuff at the mall. Before taking the pictures we also ate a big dinner.”

“I didn’t ask about them.” The way Deku’s face started to have the shade of red oh his cheeks was perfect. “What are you planning to do tomorrow?”

“I”m not sure yet. Since I didn’t really plan anything past the location I wanted to visit.” As I watched Deku fidget with the collar of his robe, I couldn’t help but notice the way he was facing away from me. Which always meant he was hiding something. When he talks to me, he’s always either looking down or in my general direction. What is he hiding?

“Why are you in the bathroom?”

“It had the best lighting.”

“Is someone in your room?” He looked up at me and said no. “So, go to your bed. There’s no point in standing the whole time.”

“You’re right.” He stood quiet as he moved around. “Do you… want to see the suite… I’m staying in?”

“Sure.” The moment he switched the camera around, I was left speechless. “Who the fuck is paying for all this? Is it icyhot?”

“No, actually. I told you how I been doing deliveries for someone.” That’s right. The nerd did mention he works, which is how he had those storage units. “So, the person I work for is paying for everything as a birthday present.” He then went about showing me around the penthouse suite he was in. At that, it was huge. From the decent size waiting room to the walk-in closet, and the lavish king size bed. “The others have smaller rooms. Which happens to be located one floor down from me.” That was good to hear. But it didn’t make me feel any better. “So, what do you think?”

“Meh. Do you like it?”

The way the nerd frowned as he looked away, had me on edge again. “It’s so big. Even though it’s all for my birthday, it feels too much.”

“Just enjoy it.” I watched as the robe started to fall off Deku’s shoulders again. “Are you really going to go to sleep like that?” The way he rubbed his shoulder as he mumbled had me wondering what his skin felt like. Especially with how delicate he looked just standing there. “Nerd.”

“I was thinking about it.” Deku then started to pout as he started to move. “But I’ll put on a proper pair of boxers and my sleeping shirt.”

“Good.” At that, Deku’s face started to turn a light shade of red. I wonder why.

“Kacchan?” As I watched as Deku set me down somewhere, I eventually was able to see him fidget with his fingers. “Do I really have to change now while you’re on the phone?”

“Seeing you like that is pissing me off. So, hurry up and change.” It wasn’t a lie. I was pissed at how naked he was planning to sleep. And I wanted to make sure he actually switched his clothes. But I was not expecting the nerd to cry as he fully removed his robe. Especially when I had clear view of his full body. “Stop crying.” That just made him cry even more. So, I put my phone down, so I didn’t watch him. “Let me know when you’re done.”

Why did that seemed to make the crying worse? Did Deku want me to watch him get changed? Was it something I said? It’s not his fault I was pissed that he was in a hotel dress like that. Especially when other people were spending his birthday week with him. What if he opened his hotel suite fully uncovered? The mere thought of all those extras seeing Deku naked sent my nerves on fire. “I’m done.”

I picked up my phone and saw a proper dressed and puffy face Deku. “Good.” Deku started to sniffle as he grabbed his phone. “Did you pack any sunscreen?” He shook his head. “God damn it, nerd. Did you forget you turn to a fucking lobster when you get sunburned?”

“Sorry, Kacchan.”

“Sorry nothing.” I watched as Deku bit his bottom lip again, as he whimpered. It didn’t help that I saw the tears running down his face again. “Make sure to buy some sunscreen tomorrow before you do anything else. And drink some water.”

“Yes, Kacchan.”

“Nerd.” Deku made eye contact with me. “Get some sleep and have fun tomorrow. I…” Was I really going to say this out loud? Damn it. Whatever. “I want to hear all about your day tomorrow.” I felt my face heating up as I allowed the words to be spoken. It also didn’t help the way Deku had a soft smile as he nodded.

“Good night, Kacchan.”

“Night, nerd.”

#mha #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #izuku midoriya #bkdk #bnha bkdk #bakugou x deku #bkdk fanfic

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gadriezmannsgirl · 7 months

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Believe what you want is amazing! We need part 2 if you can, love it 💕

After a long while, here's happy ending, you can read part 1 here "Believe What You Want" and the angsty second part here "Angsty Version" . Tbh, I don't know what I did here, I was falling asleep in front of my laptop💀 so yeah sorry if it isn't good😭

I took ages to do this one, I know but I've been extremely busy and sometimes I can't with myself

Believe What You Want (2) - P.G8

(Happy ending)

Summary: After realizing he fucked up, he tries his best to get you back