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levi-lover · 2 years

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A series of letters between Levi and Reader

W/C: 1.6K

T/W: none! it’s a fluffy piece

A/N: IT’S ALMOST LEVI’S BIRTHDAY!! HERE IS MY PIECE FOR @levi-supreme ‘S COLLAB EVENT!! LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER ❤️

My Dear Levi,

I hope you are warm and safe when you get this; I miss you terribly and I can’t wait until you come back home. In the meantime, I’ve been practicing my embroidering techniques with the kit you gifted me. There may or may not be something waiting for you when you get back… Anyways, the weather has been changing again, the mornings and evening are chilly and the birds are flying away again, and the town is getting ready for winter. I’ve made a few new scarves for the kids on the street, they look so cute with their red cheeks and huge smiles. Other than that, everything has been the same as always, just strange without you here. It always takes me a while to get used to your absence. There’s too much space in this apartment for one person. I feel like I should get a cat to fill up the empty air.

I’m just joking.

How are the new cadets? I hope they’re not too troublesome. If anyone could make them into fine soldiers it’s you, my dear. I know you hate when I say this but I truly mean it: you have the biggest heart out of everyone in the Survey Corps. I know those kids are in good hands.

Tell everyone I said hello! I hope Erwin isn’t working you guys too hard. I can’t wait until we could all gather in our kitchen again and share a meal. Until then, Levi, I love you more than anything in the world.

Yours Forever,

XXXX

My Love,

I’m glad to know you’ve been using the kit. The dressmaker said it was the best one currently available on the market. You have quite a talent and I’m excited to see what you create. I’ve been using the scarf you embroidered, Hange said they want one. You don’t have to make one because they’ll lose it anyway. It’s also been cold over here, every morning I’m scared my balls are going to freeze off but so far they’re still intact.

The new cadets have exceeded all expectations, thankfully. I was worried it was going to be like the last batch but these brats are okay. There are a few exceptional ones in this group, I’m keeping an eye on them in case I want to expand my team. I don’t think Oluo would like that but I don’t really give a shit.

Something happened the other day when I was on a solo ride through the forest, my horse needed a rest so we paused by a stream while he drank and I took a stroll. Everything felt so alive and energetic, it made me feel small but in a way where I felt part of everything. Anyways, I was about to turn back when I heard something softly walking through the mud. I stopped and waited but then like painting, a herd of deers peaked through the brush and sniffed the air around them. I held my breath and watched them carefully prance through the mud. In total, there were five of them, four adults and a younger one, they had tan coats and large black eyes. I want to take you here one day so we could go search for deer.

It’s getting late and I want to reserve the candles I have for the remainder of the trip. I love you. Take care and I’ll be home soon.

With Love,

Levi

My Dear Levi,

Oh, I’m so jealous you saw a herd of deer!! To this day, I’ve never seen one before in the wild. Well, there’s a lot of things I haven’t seen so I guess there’s no reason to complain. I’m happy to know everything is going well! I’m sure Oluo would love to have another member of the team, he trusts you and your judgment, we all do Levi.

Ask Hange what they would like, I would love to make them something for their return. I have to confess, sometimes when I’m sitting alone in the apartment, I’m scared you’ll never come home or that I made everything up in my head. I know it sounds silly but the nights have been so intense and the snow has begun to fall. I wish I had your hand to hold in the night, I missed the calloused touch of your fingertips and your warm breath on my neck. I know I shouldn’t say those things but it’s how I feel! I’m sorry for getting sappy.

On a happier note, Lily, the girl who lives across the street has been coming over on the weekends to learn how to sew. She’s such a lovely and caring girl and so funny! You’d love her. She has small, nimble fingers that work around the fabric like a skater on fresh ice. In return her mother has been giving me fresh bread and it’s the best thing I’ve had. I can’t wait for you to taste it for yourself. It pairs nicely with the beef stew you love so much. I’ve made it twice in the past week with the season’s last carrots from Noble’s Farms.

Would you like me to make that for you for your first meal at home? Imagine, we could have a huge feast for everyone! I would love that.

Let me know what you think. I love you.

Yours forever,

XXXX

My Dear Levi,

I hope everything is going well. It’s been a while since I received a letter from you, I hope you’re safe. The postman said he hasn’t heard any bad news from the training which relieved me but I look forward to reading what you send. I wasn’t going to send another letter but I went to the tea shop with a friend the other day and I saw they had fresh Earl Grey from Sina and I know how much you love it. I had to buy you some to send to you. I’ll attach the tea to the package.

I’ll keep this letter short since not a lot has occurred since I sent you my last. I love you more than anything, Levi.

Yours Forever,

XXXX

My Love,

I’m sorry it’s taking me a while to write back. We’ve been so busy with the training and had to take a week break due to titan sightings a few miles away. Disgusting mindless creatures, I hope you never see one of those pieces of shit. Thankfully, we didn’t have any casualties but it was still a pain in the ass to deal with.

Hange said they want a handkerchief with bluebirds on it. Really, you don’t have to do that for four-eyes. I’m certain they’ll lose in the shithole they call their office. Honestly, I’m amazed at how disgusting one person could be. Not even a week into the training and their office already smells like a dump and is full to the brim with stupid things they’ve “discovered”. Hange keeps on inviting me to have tea in their office but I refuse to step inside of that shithole.

Thank you for the tea. It’s nice to have quality tea for the first time. I swear Erwin bought the cheapest leaves from the worst buyer just to spite me. I confronted him about it but he laughed and said I was being silly. I’ve tried again and again but I can’t make a quality cup to save my life.

My Love, I’m sorry I can’t be there with you. It pains me to hear how you miss and I miss you too. I miss everything about you, your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes shine so bright. I miss being next to you. I miss kissing you and being kissed by you. The mornings for me are rough, I yearn for your warm body in the bed, keeping me there for a while longer. Soon, we’ll see each other soon.

The cadets are passing all exams with flying colors all except Eren Yeager, that brat is struggling worse than anyone but he has something the others don’t: tenacity. I don’t know if it’s enough but his friends believe in him which is part of the battle, finding people to be on your side. I’ll never say to their face but it makes me thankful to have Hange, Erwin, and the rest of my team with him. In your last letter, you wrote: you all trust my judgment. I’ve thought a lot about that since, on one hand, I appreciate it, I like knowing the people around me trust me but I’m scared that they trust me too much. I don’t want to misuse that trust or even worst, lose it. I don’t like giving these thoughts a lot of attention but it comes up from time to time.

Sorry, I had to take a break for a few days, Erwin lead us on a surprise backpacking trip and give us five minutes to pack. Fucking Eyebrows is trying to kill me. The trip was fine but if I have to sleep on the hard ground again I’m going to make sure Erwin wakes up underground. He did say we could leave a week early so I can’t be that mad at him. If everything goes as planned, I could be there by next weekend. To answer your question, yes, I would love it if you made your beef stew. There’s something magical about the way you make it my love. I’ll see you soon.

With Love,

Levi

To My Levi,

I’ve thought about what you wrote and I want to talk about it in person. You’re such an amazing person, Levi, I really believe that. You deserve the world. I’ll wait I don’t know if you’ll get this by the time you leave but I’m so happy to know you coming home soon. I can’t wait to hear your voice and hold you close. I love you more than anything in the world!!

Yours forever and ever,

XXXX

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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The Perks of Cold Weather

Hello! This is just a whole lot of fluff because I need some positive vibes this week. Feel free to send some requests my way if you’d like! They can be as specific or as vague as you want and I’ll do my best. None of my ideas are currently working for me.

Summary: Reader and Spencer have some fun in the snow in a small town in Alaska.

Words: 2996

Warnings: none I think

When you first started at the BAU, you were quick to realize the group was more like a family than coworkers. It was clear in the little things they did for each other on case, like the way JJ and Spencer would comfort each other on particularly difficult cases to the slight bickering that would inevitably start up between Derek and Emily about anything that didn’t really matter.

You were quick to find your place in the little family as well. Well, not find it so much as fall into it, but you didn’t mind. You were only 28 years old, meaning you were the youngest member of the BAU. Being the youngest meant a lot of teasing from the “older sibling” personalities of everyone except Rossi and Hotch. Their personalities were much more parent-esque. With how much they’d tease you, you were always quick to jump on the chance to tease them for a change. The perfect opportunity arose when a case came up in Alaska.

Penelope walked through the bullpen, calling you all into the roundtable room right before you left for the day. “Hello my wonderful crime fighters. I wish I had better news, but this case is a real whammy. Three women have been found stabbed to death in a small town in Alaska.”

The collective groans of just about everyone in the room were quiet, but obvious.

“I know, I know. Another freezing cold case. I wish I could send you to LA all the time, but alas bad guys aren’t deterred by freezing temperatures.” She went on to explain the details of the case before Hotch dismissed everyone with his typical “Wheels up in 30.”

The team dispersed to collect their go bags- and winter items for the cold weather they would surely be facing in Alaska- before meeting on the jet. When you got there, everyone else was already boarded, and you couldn’t help but feel the low energy of everyone on the plane.

“Don’t tell me the lot of you are afraid of a little snow?” You can’t stop the smirk from appearing on your face as you sit down across from Spencer and adjacent to Emily, Derek, and JJ.

“Big words from someone who hasn’t been on a case in Alaska yet.” Derek’s reply comes without hesitation. The grin on your face only grows when you realize that everyone really is feeling low because of the impending winter wonderland.

“Don’t tell me you’re excited for the cold weather?” JJ shivers just asking the question.

“Of course I am! I’ve always loved the cold. There’s something so magical about watching snow fall. It feels like Christmas!” The four of them stare at you like you’ve lost your mind. “You are seriously telling me none of you like the snow?” You scan all of their faces in disbelief, eyes landing on Spencer last.

“Don’t look at me. I’m from Nevada, it’s basically the desert. Winter in Las Vegas is comparable to fall in DC. The last time it snowed with any significance was in 2003 and that was only an inch.” Spencer nearly starts rambling about weather patterns across the US, but cuts himself off.

“You all are seriously killing my good mood with your bad vibes. I will change at least one of your minds by the end of this case” You say in a huff while putting your headphones on. You try to catch up on some sleep before you all reconvene to discuss the case.

After the briefing and right before landing, everyone starts bundling up in layers upon layers of sweatshirts, jackets, coats, gloves, scarves, and hats. You pull a sweater on over your long sleeve and zip up your FBI jacket, adding a cute beanie more for aesthetics than warmth. You’ve never been one to get overly cold, so you skip a few layers everyone else put on.

The rest of the team marches off the jet as if they would rather be anywhere else, but you don’t let it deter you. You exit the jet with a smile on your face, taking a deep breath of the cool Alaskan air.

“You really are enjoying yourself?” Spencer asks with a small smile. You meet his eye, the look on his face giving you butterflies, before responding.

“Of course I am. It smells like winter!” The two of you share a laugh as you get in the SUV headed to the police precinct to actually get to work.

The case only lasted two days. You were glad to have solved it so quickly, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss the snow. After the case files are all packed away and Hotch goes off to coordinate the jet, you head outside to absorb every last ounce of winter possible.

“I thought I might find you out here.” Spencer sits next to you on the bench as you stare at the flakes falling from the sky.

“What can I say, I just really love the cold.” You reply without turning your head. “Maybe it’s weird, but I would pick cold over hot any day.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all! I think it’s kind of cute actually.” That gets your attention and you turn to see he’s looking at his hands in his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. “I like how happy you are when you look at the snow.”

Of course, that makes you smile again. “Thank you, Spence.” You can feel your cheeks heating up, but you’re quickly distracted by the sound of Derek calling the two of you back into the station.

“Hey lovebirds, Hotch needs us.” You roll your eyes at Derek before standing up, offering your hand to Spencer to help him up. He takes your hand, squeezing it slightly as he rises from the bench. He only drops your hand when he goes to hold the door open for you, leading you back inside. The team gathers in the conference room, Hotch walking in with a grim expression.

“I’ll cut to the chase. We won’t be able to fly home until this evening. The snow from last night on top of the storm that’s about to pass through is too much to clear right now.” Everyone, including you, sighs before nodding in understanding. As much as you would love to stay longer, you know it sucks that everyone can’t go home to their families. “This case is wrapped up, so feel free to just explore the town or relax in the hotel. We should be able to take off at 9:00 pm, so I expect to see all of you on the jet by 8:45.” Those words were music to your ears. As everyone begins to pack up to head out, you turn to Spencer.

“I can’t believe this. It’s like a snow day! I’ve always loved snow days! We would always go outside, have a snowball fight, build a snowman, and try to build an igloo but end up giving up when it collapsed for the third time.” He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but nods along as you both walk out of the precinct toward the hotel just down the street. “Then we’d go in for lunch, make hot chocolate and cookies, and watch all our favorite movies.”

“Is that what you want to do today?” Spencer asks as you both walk into the hotel lobby.

“I mean, in a perfect world, yeah. That is exactly what I would want to do today.” You smile wistfully as you think back to your childhood snow days with your siblings.

“Well then, let’s see how perfect we can make the world, just for today.” Spencer’s smiling as he says it, taking in the confusion and shock on your face.

“You mean… You want to build a snowman? With me?” Your heart is beating so forcefully, you wouldn’t be surprised if it flew right out of your chest.

“Yeah, and all the other things too.” Spencer’s words are soft and unsure, contrasting the confidence of his previous statement.

“But you don’t like the cold weather…” You simply can’t fathom why he would volunteer to do these cold weather activities when just two days ago he was talking about how little snow he experienced when he was younger.

“But you do, and we’re stuck here anyway. So, why not?” Hearing that he would spend his day off playing in the snow simply because you want to does things to you that you chose to ignore for the time being.

“O- okay… yeah, let’s do it! ” The two of you smile at each other for a few seconds before you each bring your things to you respective rooms with a plan to meet in the lobby in fifteen minutes.

When you get to your room you pull out the warmest clothes you brought to Alaska. Although it would suffice for walking down the street, it’s not exactly made for playing in the snow. After getting dressed you meet Spencer in the lobby. He is dressed in warmer clothes than you, but still not snow proof.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…” Your excitement to start this day with Spencer has dwindled since imaging the cold, wet clothes you’d end up in. “The key to a good snow day is waterproof clothes and we definitely don’t have any. How am I going to make you like snow if you’re freezing and wet at the end of the day?” You would expect the resident genius to agree with you, but instead of a grim expression and a nod in agreement, Spencer’s smile grows.

“Don’t worry about it. Just come with me.” He leads you outside of the hotel with his hand on the small of your back all the way down to the town store. “What needs to be waterproof? We can find snow pants, jackets, gloves, and boots right here.” He looks so pleased with himself as he leads you around the store to collect all the items you’ll need. He even picks out a sled for the two of you.

After checking out, he leads you back outside where you pull the waterproof gear on over your warm layers, tossing the tags into a nearby trash can. Before you can say anything, he is again leading you through the town with his hand on the small of your back. He stops when he reaches the park, turning to you once again.

“Where do you want to build the snowman?” You mirror the grin on his face as you run across the park to a flatter area.

You begin compressing the snow in your hands to form the ball that would eventually become the bottom layer of your snowman. Spencer copies your actions, forming a lopsided ball for the middle. You leave Spencer to work on the head while you search around the nearby trees for sticks to use as arms and rocks to use for the eyes and buttons.

After finding the perfect set of sticks, you return to see Spencer adding a carrot nose right in the middle of the head.

“I didn’t even see you buy carrots!” He laughs at your childlike enthusiasm, moving aside so you can add the sticks to the middle. You also add the rocks you gathered for the eyes and buttons. Spencer surprises you again by pulling out a hat and scarf to add the finish touches.

After forcing him to take a selfie with you and the snowman, you walk across the park to find a good sledding hill. You find the perfect hill, and offer to go down first since it’s going to take some effort to form the path. Spencer watches you scooching your way through the snow, forcing the sled down the hill, laughing hysterically. You haven’t been able to enjoy snow like this for years.

Spencer was hesitant to sled down the hill together, but one pout from you and he climbed on right away. The sled picked up pace is you barreled out of control, flipping and rolling down the hill.

You took the opportunity of a distracted Spencer to form a snow ball, waiting until he was only a few feet away to throw it at him. Of course, as soon as it hits him it’s game on. The two of you are running through the park, hiding behind trees, and dodging each other’s snowballs. Spencer, being uncoordinated, mostly missed you. That is, until the very end of the snowball fight when he hits you right in the face, the surprise causing you to fall to the ground.

“Y/N! Are you okay! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He’s cut off by your laughter.

“Relax Spence, its fine! It was powdery snow. It’s not like you hit me with a chunk of ice.” You smile at him as he helps you to a standing position. You’re so focused on standing up without slipping on the compressed snow beneath your feet, you don’t realize how close the two of you have become. When you look up to meet his eyes, your noses are nearly touching.

Without much thought for the consequences, you lean a few inches forward, ever so slightly brushing your lips against his.

Spencer is so stunned, it takes him much longer than he’d care to admit to reciprocate your affection. So long in fact, that you’ve pulled away and are frantically trying to think of something to say to save your friendship when he pulls you back in.

The two of you don’t pull away again until the need for air overpowers your need for each other. You stay close though, foreheads pressed together.

“Let me take you on a date. A real one where we go into knowing it’s a date.” Spencer says it all in one breath.

“Oh, Spence. This whole day has been a perfect date, even if we didn’t say it at first. But I would love to go on another with you.”

The two of you are all smiles as you walk back toward the café near your hotel. You’ve been outside so long it’s nearly dark- granted it gets dark around 4:00 this time of year in Alaska. Upon entering the café, Spencer is quick to order two hot chocolates and cookies to go.

“I know it’s not the same as baking them ourselves, but we don’t have access to an oven in the hotel.” He says, squeezing your hand before leading you out of the café.

You would blindly follow Spencer anywhere, but that doesn’t stop you from asking him about it. “Where are we going now? I thought we were going to eat…”

“Back to the hotel. We have one more thing to check off the list for your perfect snow day.” Of course he would remember your list from earlier in the day. “So tell me, what’s your favorite snow day movie?”

“That’s actually a tough question. It changes depending on the mood.” You are genuinely trying to think of the perfect movie to end the perfect day as you walk back into the hotel.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go up to your room and pick out a movie that fits ‘the mood’, and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes?” You simply nod in response, too lost in thought to contemplate where he could be going.

15 minutes later you have finally picked out a movie to watch when Spencer enters your room, carrying a takeout bag.

“I finally found a movie!” You smile at him as you show him your computer screen. Anastasia is queued on your Disney+.

“Perfect. We can now officially start our date.” He smiles, pulling the food out of the bag, he hands you a cup of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Your heart warms at the sight of it. You know Spencer has an eidetic memory, but you still get butterflies at the idea of him remembering your favorite cold weather food.

The two of you sit against the headboard, setting the computer between you to play the movie. After you’ve finished eating you shuffle around on the bed, moving the laptop so you could cuddle with Spencer.

“I’ve got another reason for you to like the cold weather.” You state matter-of-factly, eyes still trained on the movie.

“Yeah? What is it?” Spencer’s eyes are trained on your face.

“It’s better for cuddling.” A small grin appears on your face at the sound of Spencer’s airy laugh. He pulls you closer, both of you completely content.

As much as you love the cold and snow, dragging yourself out of Spencer’s arms and into the cold air to get to the jet on time was not an exciting task. In fact, it put you in a slightly sour mood, something Morgan was all too quick to pick up on.

“What’s the matter L/N? The cold weather got you down?” He laughs at your annoyed expression.

“Not a chance, Morgan. I quite enjoyed our little snow day actually.” You smile at Spencer as you pull your blanket from your go bag and sit on the couch.

“You actually played in the snow? It was only 22 degrees today!” You can’t help but shake your head. 22 degrees is cold, but nothing compared to how bad it can get in Alaska.

“We did indeed. I think I managed to turn Spencer on to the cold weather too.” Spencer sits down next to you encouraging you to share your blanket.

“How’d you manage that? I’ve been to on enough cases with Pretty Boy here to know he prefers the warmer ones.”

“It’s actually rather simple.” Spencer replies, shifting his arm around you on the back of the couch. You smile as you close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Colder climates make for better cuddles.”

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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Out of Time

Cedric Diggory x Fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

Requested: yes

warnings: mentions of death, nausea, and one curse word (ass)

Word Count: 2508

Summary: Cedric’s crush is chosen to be Hogwarts champion and he can’t help but put off telling her about his feelings. But when he finally does, is it too late? ✧✧✧

Cedric moved quickly, he was on the edge of the right side of the castle and sure to be late to arithmancy that was so unfortunately held in the complete opposite side he was on.

He knew it was stupid, ridiculous really. The way he’d started to learn your schedule in order to casually bump into on your way to class. He’d never tell his friends about it either, rather answering that it just happened by chance, everyday, almost every class.

The worst were the days when you didn’t even notice him. Usually when you saw him you’d offer a quick wave, gentle smile, anything that let him know you were aware of his presence. But some days you were in too much of a hurry, nose shoved in a textbook trying to cram the last bits of information into your pretty head before the test.

“Lovely of you to join us, Mr. Diggory.”

It was with seconds to spare that Cedric made it to class, and he kept his head low with a sheepish smile at the professor's jab. He got to his desk without any further issues and continued to daydream about his favorite girl.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t just tell you of his feelings. You were friends, barely, but Cedric thought it enough to permit a date. And you never shied away from him, never rejected the hugs or cheek kisses. But something was stopping him, and each time he thought he'd mustered up the courage to ask you out on a proper date something in his mind would tell him that it just wasn’t the right time.

Cedric huffed as he pulled out his quill, having put off the inevitable long enough, and got to work on the first few arithmancy problems put on the blackboard.

“Oi! Ced, you gonna put your name in the cup?” Ernie Macmillan called from a few feet away.

Cedric and his friends had a free period, all of them deciding to go take a look at the elusive Goblet of Fire.

“Not unless you do it first.” Cedric laughed.

There was no way he’d compete in some tournament, he had enough responsibilities as it was.

Ernie gave a sarcastic laugh as he caught up with Cedric’s group, “Oh I’d love to, really, the possibility of getting killed always seemed rather exciting, but I’m under age. Right shame, that is.”

“Oh sure it.” One of Cedric’s friends commented before pulling Ernie into a headlock, a friendly gesture for sure, but Ernie did not appreciate the manhandling seeing as it messed up his robes and hair.

“Ced, I’d walk tall if I were you.” The same friend that had Ernie in a headlock whispered to Cedric.

Cedric didn’t need to ask what he meant, not when he walked into the room where the goblet was and there you were sitting with a few of your housemates, all adorned in the blue and silver scarves evidently to keep warm from the fresh rain that fell.

You were whispering about something with your friends, a square of paper held carefully between your finger tips. He connected the dots and assumed you were deciding on whether or not to put your name in the Goblet, and that was enough motivation for him.

“Ernie give me a piece of paper.”

“What? You're serious?” Ernie asked incredulously.

Cedric nodded, as he turned around hastily, “Yeah, come on mate, give me a piece of paper.”

You were making your way to the goblet already.

Cedric was quick to write his name and school before jogging toward you, only hoping the cup could read his rushed handwriting.

“Y/n, are you putting your name in?” He attempted to make small talk, watching as you paused just before the age line.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. You too?” You asked, the task at hand and now the boy making you rather nervous.

Cedric looked down at his paper with a nonchalant shrug, “Oh yeah, thought I might try my luck.”

“Come on, Ced!”

“Yeah, put it in Ced!”

He cringed at the calls from his friends, but relaxed as he watched you giggle at their antics.

“Together?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips as you nudge your head in the direction of the goblet.

Cedric nodded and you both walked past the age line and to the cup, hands reaching up simultaneously. He gave a countdown before you both dropped your names in, and lucky you did it when you did because the Weasley twins were running in and starting a raucous around the area.

“I’ll see you later, Ced.” You waved at him as you walked back to your friends.

The time had come and Cedric sat at the Hufflepuff table with his knee bouncing. Truthfully he regretted putting his name, what if he is called? He can’t handle school, quidditch, clubs, and a tournament. So he begged Merlin his name would not be coming out of that list.

With two down and one to go, he got even more nervous. This was it, and he did not have a good feeling about this.

“And the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion is… Y/n L/n.”

He let out a breath upon first realization that it wasn't him. Then he paused for a moment as he thought about the name that had been called, your name had been called. He whipped his head around to find you in the crowd of cheering Ravenclaws, somehow spotting your wide smile just as you were being pushed to join Dumbledore. He caught your eye and offered a thumbs up as you just shrugged, face glowing with excitement and pride.

With the first task Cedric watched from the edge of his seat. You were battling a dragon and he wished it were him instead of you. And as you managed to get the egg, leaving the battle with a few burns and bruises but alive, he planned to ask you out. He’d finally be able to ask you out on the date he’s been planning in his mind for so long.

But then he saw you celebrating with your friends, and as you turned to look at him with soot on your face and a beaming smile he thought,

Maybe I should wait, let her celebrate then I’ll ask.

Then the Yule Ball was coming up and he decided he’d just have to ask you, only every time he tried his mind stopped his mouth from forming the words, and each time he had to live through the flash of disappointment that would cross your face when you realized he wasn’t going to ask you.

And when he did ask you to the Yule Ball, it was completely not how he thought it would go, the day still haunts him.

Cedric was on his way to your first class, he was planning to ask you to the Yule Ball. Today was the day, he decided, today was the day he was going to suck it up and start a relationship with you.

You were waiting just outside of the classroom, he had five minutes.

“Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?”

Nodding, you broke away from your friends to a secluded area a few feet away.

“What’s up, Ced?” You looked up at him and he could’ve sworn he’d melt.

“Would you- Do you want to go to the Yule Ball… with me?” He asked, the heat on his cheeks making him more nervous.

“Oh, Cedric.” That was not the tone he was expecting.

You hated to tell him, really you did, and you wished he would’ve asked sooner but he didn’t and there was nothing you could do without being a complete ass.

“Someone’s already asked me. I’m going with George Weasley.”

It was one of his more embarrassing moments that he wished not to talk about. He left you to go to class with assurance that all was well and the next week he asked Cho to accompany him.

The dance was fun though it would’ve been better if he didn’t have to watch you and George dance together, leaning impossibly close to each other as you tried to speak over the music, and the slow dances were by far the most painstaking, but Cedric got through it.

The second task came around and again Cedric found himself, knee bouncing, lip biting, on the edge of his seat as he waited for you to come up from the water. His cheers were deafening the moment he saw you break through the surface of the water, best friend in tow. You had come in first place and Cedric was more than happy upon noticing that George was not the one you were saving from the lake, meaning you were still free and single. He decided the perfect time to tell you would be after the entire tournament, stress of the tasks gone, he’d be able to finally ask you out.

When the third task started rounding the corner, Cedric realized his crush had turned to something more. The way your hair fell, your laugh sounded, and voice floated through the air like the sweetest song. He was completely in love with you, your kindest and your wisdom, and your terrible habit of procrastinating that caused you to walk around with your know shoved in a book on certain days, a telltale sign that you had a test in the coming class. And maybe if he had told you about his feelings sooner, he would’ve known that your feelings mirrored his exactly.

“Ced, mate, she’ll be fine. Stop bouncing your leg, you're shaking the whole bloody row.” His friend tried to assure him, the annoyance of Cedric’s movement evident in his tone.

Cedric didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t her safety that had him anxious, he knew you were beyond capable of not only getting through the maze but getting through first. What made him anxious was that this was the last task and he no longer had the safety net of telling himself he’d wait until after the tournament to tell you about his feelings. He was less than excited about a possible rejection.

The task went on, hours turned to minutes, and now his anxiety was starting to tilt more toward your safety as the time ticked. It didn’t help when Fleur and Viktor forfeited, each looking worse than the other. But he was able to calm himself enough to listen to his friends gab on as he waited for you and Harry to make your way back.

The scream was what caught his attention, he had been turned listening Ernie talk about anything and everything to pass the time. The scream sounded painful, an ear splitting, blood curdling scream that made him wince. His eyes followed Fleur's eyeline, and his heart dropped as he caught sight of you on the floor with Harry shaking over you.

Cedric was out of his seat instantly, making his way down to where you were. He wasn’t shy with pushing people out of his way, making sure he got to you, making sure you were alright.

“She told me to bring her body back. She told me to bring her body back and then she just stopped moving.” Harry cried.

Cedric felt himself freeze at the words. Your body. He had never heard of anyone referring to someone as a body, at least not someone living. The words flashed through his mind as he threw himself to the ground next to you. Your body, not you, not Y/n, just your body, as if you weren't there.

“Get Madam Pomfrey, she’s not dead. Not yet.” Dumbledore said to Snape, his voice carrying a deadly seriousness as he went from telling people what to do for you and listening to Harry as he yelled about someone being back.

Everything happened very quickly, within the next hour you had been taken to the medical wing and had been treated for your injuries. Hexes and dark magic Cedric had never even heard of, you were now being treated for and he couldn’t help but curse himself as he was losing hope in you recovering.

Now at hour five, you had been in this room longer than you had been in that maze. Cedric refused to leave, no matter the pushes and pleas from Madam Pomfrey and even his head of house, Professor Sprout.

He wouldn’t leave, not now, not ever. He had wasted too much time waiting and now he was paying for it as you made him wait, wait for an answer as to whether or not you’d pull through.

The chair he was sitting in was unforgiving on his back, but the dull ache was of no importance to him at the moment. With his hand holding your smaller, colder, and paler one, he couldn’t bring himself to care about his dull pains.

“I’m too late.” He admitted to himself, suddenly feeling the tears sting his eyes.

“I always thought I had time, time to tell you that I love- I love you, Y/n.”

You were silent, hand still limp and it made his heart hurt.

“My beautiful Y/n,” He brought his hand to gently caress your face, “I fell in love with your smile, it was always the best part of my day, and the look you give me in class whenever something funny would happen. I fell in love with the way your hair would glow in the sun, giving you a halo that seemed so natural around your head. And I fell in love with the way you procrastinate, yet somehow manage to get incredibly high marks on your tests, and the way you’d light up any room you walked into. I fell in love with you, Y/n.” He gave a sad laugh at his rambling that turned to a choked breath.

Cedric feared the worst, that he had truly wasted his time waiting.

“Mhm”

He froze. The sound was small, almost missed but it most definitely was not from him.

“Y/n?”

You let out another sound, and your eyebrows furrowed this time.

“It’s alright, I’m here.” Cedric cooed as he moved closer to your head.

“Ced…”

“Yeah, it’s me, it’s Cedric. You’re ok, love, just relax.”

You shook your head as you tried to sit up, eyes opening just barely, but the movement made you incredibly nauseous so you decided against it. You had heard him, you heard everything but it was difficult for you to tell him you felt the same way at the moment.

“Mmm, love you.” It was all you could manage before you had to close your eyes again and take a moment to recuperate.

“Yeah, love you, can I get you any- what?” Cedric paused.

“Love you too, Ced.” You smiled, eyes still closed.

Cedric felt his heart soar, you were alive, you were alright, and you were in love with him.

#Cedric Diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x ravenclaw #cedric diggory imagines #Harry Potter imagines

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fandomsonrequests · 3 years

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christmas with ateez (hyung line)

reader: gn!, m!, f!

notes: merry christmas! i hope y'all enjoy this and are having a good holiday season!

edit: you can read the maknae line here 0w0

seonghwa:

“Minji, be careful!” You call out to your daughter as she runs around the living room, Christmas lights in hand while her twin sister, Minjung, runs after her.

You invited your boyfriend, Seonghwa, to help decorate the Christmas tree you picked out and set up in the corner of the living room. It was almost complete: just a few more ornaments, the lights, and the angel topper were all that was missing.

And just as you had predicted, Minjung tripped over the lights carried by her twin. Fortunately for her Seonghwa had just stepped into the living room in time, managing to catch her before she hurt herself on the lights and the floor. He knelt down in front of her, making sure she was okay before Minji joined her.

“Jungie— I’m sorry are you okay?” She frantically asks her twin.

The girl in question, always being the quieter of the two, only nodded. She nuzzled into Seonghwa’s hand when he cupped her cheek, giving it a light pinch. “No more running. Alright, you two?”

The girls nodded and went over to you, handing you all the other decorations you needed. Your heart melted at the sight of how your boyfriend interacted with your daughters. They weren’t his biological children but he treated them like they were his own. He always showered them in love and never failed to check up on them whenever he could. Sometimes you would joke about how he loved them more than you.

Time goes on as the four of you continue decorating and the only ornament missing on the Christmas tree was the angel topper. Seonghwa gingerly took the angel from its box as it was a bit fragile. But before he could set it on the tip of the tree, he felt a gentle tug to his pants leg.

He looked down to see Minjung shyly play with the fabric on his pants. “What is it babygirl?”

“Can we put the angel on top, daddy?” Minjung asks with rounded eyes, lips pursed in a pout.

“Yeah, daddy can we?” Minji added as she jumped up and down from her spot. “I’ll put the halo on the angel!”

Shock fills your system while your eyes widened at what the girls had called your boyfriend; your jaw dropped in pleasant surprise. You look to Seonghwa who had the same expression on his face— except that his eyes were more glossy than usual: a telltale sign that he was close to tears.

He manages to hold back from crying and nodded, his initial shock melting into a soft smile. “Of course my little stars,”

He lifted Minjung first who set the angel on top before lifting Minji next who carefully placed the halo on its head. They both thank him by placing a kiss on each of his cheek, giggling to themselves when he hugged them in return. You then move to switch on the lights of the tree, allowing it to glow in all its beauty.

Seonghwa, overwhelmed by the emotions he was feeling, scooped up all three of his girls into his arms, eliciting a bout of laughter from all of you. You four fell back into the couch as he showered you in kisses. The little girls squealed in delight at the onslaught of affection being given to them.

Seongjwa lets them go before turning to you, all the stars in his eyes. “I love you so much, _____.” He leaned in to kiss you, cupping your cheek in the process.

“Ewww, mommy, daddy. There’s no mistletoe, don't kiss.” Minji whined when she saw you two locked in an embrace.

Seonghwa smiles at the title, grateful that you let him not only into your life but into the girls’ as well. Because in the end, he managed to create this little family with you.

hongjoong:

You chuckle as you trail after your boyfriend who was shuffling over to a particular sweater that caught his eyes. He ran his hands over the soft woolen fabric, pushing it to the side to see if there were anymore when he gasped in pleasant surprise.

“_____ look,” Hongjoong said as he coaxed you over. A bright grin adorns his lips when he showed you the item that got him excited.

Behind the striped, Christmas themed color sweater he liked was another version of it. Except the colors were reversed with the previous ones. It was a clear sign that these sweaters were meant to be matching with each other. Hongjoong wasn’t usually the type to practice couple matching activities but it was Christmas- this time was an exception.

He pulled both sweaters off the rack and held both of them out. “What do you think?” He asks as he looked up to you.

“I think both would look good on you, baby.” You tell him with a fond smile.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes in amusement and lightly swat at your chest. “I meant which one would you like?” He looked over at the two articles of clothing again.

You deflate a bit at the thought and shove your hands into your pockets. “Oh, I- I dunno if either would suit me…” You trail off.

Your boyfriend turned to you with a small frown. You’ve brought this up with him before- that sometimes you feel a little insecure with what you wear. You feel a little intimidated with the clothes you aren’t used to- afraid that you wouldn’t pull it off like he would. Hongjoong always seemed to make whatever article clothing on-hand work. And if he wasn’t satisfied he’d reform it into something better.

With a small sigh, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, a small yet gentle smile on his lips. “Trust me on this baby, you’d rock this look.” He says before sliding his hands down to yours to give them a comforting squeeze. “And it’s not just me being biased.”

You release another sigh and look over at the sweaters in his arms and decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try it on. “Can I try them on at least?”

Hongjoong’s bright toothy grin returned as he led you over to one of the dressing rooms while handing you the sweaters that fit your size. You come out in the dominantly blue one with white adjacents. The dressing room attendant nearby saw you and gave you a warm smile.

“I think the sweater you have on right now suits you very well.” They say.

“They look good in it don’t they?” Hongjoong asks the attendant while shooting you a smirk that read “I told you so.”

You roll your eyes, briefly sticking out your tongue at him (to which he mimicked), and laugh to yourself. Battling your insecurities was so much easier with Hongjoong around. Especially when you get to see that cute grin of his that never fails to lift your spirits.

You lean into his arm while the both of you lined up at the checkout counter, arm looped with his. You lean up to briefly kiss his cheek, knowing that he wasn’t too fond of PDA. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” He tells you as he kissed your temple. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.”

yunho:

“DADDY! PAPA! WAKE UP!!”

A groan escapes you when you feel a weight land onto your chest, shaking you and your husband Yunho awake. Your eyes crack open one by one to be greeted with the gap-toothed smile of your daughter, Iseul. Her hair was sticking out everywhere from her bed-head, pajamas askew.

She squeals in delight when Yunho pulls him into his warm chest, nuzzling into her hair. “What’s got you so excited bub?” He asks as your daughter wriggles around in his arms.

“It’s snowing! We should go outside and play,” She says as she poked her father’s cheeks and writhed out of his hold. She tugs at your arms when neither of you moves to get up. “C’moooon, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

You turn your head to the window and true enough, white powder coats the window sill while frost crept on the glass in intricate designs. Muffled sounds of children laughing and yelling outside were heard along with the occasional thud of snowballs hitting their target.

“Alright, alright,” You relent and sit up, a lazy grin playing on your lips when Iseul lets on an excited cheer and shuffles off the bed. “Slow down sweetheart, daddy and I are still half-asleep.”

“That’s why I brought you two coffee-” She says as she points to the tray beside your bedside table. True enough there were two steaming mugs of coffee. Most likely it was the instant ones since those were easier than the brewed ones. You were worried that she could have hurt herself in the process but she was ten years old, old enough to do a lot of things on her own. Something soft hits your face and you look down to see it was your scarves, gloves, and hat.

Iseul was at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. It was evident that she shared the same type of energy with her father at the way she was practically vibrating with excitement. That was when Yunho jumps out of bed and scoops her up into his arms, blowing raspberries into her cheek while she laughs at the ticklish feeling. “You go down ahead, bub. Papa and I will follow you.” He says with a kiss on her cheek, setting her down and fixing her pajamas.

Your daughter nodded and ran down to put on her coat and gloves, more than ready to play out in the snow. You on the other hand fought back the urge to flop back down onto the bed. Yunho sees you sluggishly make your way out of bed, going over to your side and helping you up.

“Good morning my darling,” He cooed to you as an arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your chapped lips.

“Ugh, morning breath.” You tease only to earn a dramatic gasp in return. You hush him up by kissing him despite your fake protest, humming in content at the moment you shared with your husband.

Yunho looked down at you with love in his eyes when you two pulled away. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he smiled dorkily at you, grin lopsided and his gaze soft at you. “Whaaaaat?” You whine.

“What do you mean ‘whaaaaaat?’” He imitates. “I just wanna cherish this moment with you.”

“You doofus,” You huff in amusement, pecking his lips in a silent request to let you meet your daughter downstairs. “C’mon, before she goes out in the snow without her boots… again.”

So that was how you spent your morning, playing in the snow and enjoying the cold with the two loves of your life.

yeosang

You grunt as you lift the heavy box of Christmas decorations from your garage and into the living room where Yeosang sat cross legged on the floor, stringing some popcorn onto some nylon threads for the Christmas garlands. He looked up to see you huffing when you threw the box down to the ground, falling back into the couch. He couldn’t stop the soft giggle that bubbled from his throat, effectively catching your attention.

“What’s so funny?” You whine at him, getting up from your spot on the couch and tossing a couple of popcorn pieces into your mouth.

“You just looked silly.” He tells you honestly with a small but loving smile.

He swats your hand away gently when you keep reaching for some compopcorn. He complained that you’ll finish eating his decorations before sneakily grabbing a bite of some while you weren’t looking. You became quiet as you fell into the routine of unpacking the decorations. It was a nice sort of silence, one where you knew things didn’t need to be said because sometimes, the silence alone was enough.

A couple of questions were thrown here and there, like “where does this go again?” or “are you sure this still has batteries in it?” Yeosang managed to finish a couple of garlands, which could have been four but you both grew hungry, and stood up to help you decorate the house. There were a few ornaments you had bought but most of them were DIY-ed by the both of you. It wasn’t as neat as the ones from the store but that was the charm to it. Besides, you didn’t mind having “hethetmon” being put up in a few places. Yes, things were going smoothly.

That was until you had to untangle the Christmas lights for the outside of the house. You grunt as you yank out a few knots in the wires while trying not to break the filament glasses. And Yeosang as usual was watching you struggle. It’s not that he didn’t want to help you, it’s just that he’d rather you ask him to do so.

He turned from his spot by the wall from hanging stockings, going over to you and picking up the other end of the lights. Although he made no move to help you untie it, instead he resorted to directing you on how to do it. You didn’t mind though because at least you had another pair of eyes to see knots where you couldn’t but the wires seemed to furl even more together.

“You know what Sangie, why don’t you do it?” You huff in annoyance and hand it over to him. “My fingers hurt.”

“You were at it for only 30 minutes, _____.”

“Well it’s tangled as hell I can’t undo it easily.” You argue before watching him fight with the Christmas lights.

For a few minutes, he seemed to be able to work it out but as he goes along further down the line, he sees more knots, causing him to throw down the lights in frustration. You laugh at his reaction, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Not so easy huh?” You tease.

“Haha— really funny doll.” He teases back before tossing the remains back into the box. “You know what, lets just take a break and watch some Christmas films.”

Your eyes light up at this and you straighten up in excitement. “Can we watch Die Hard?”

“For the hundredth time, Die Hard isn’t a Christmas film.” Yeosang argues with you but failed to hold back that small yet loving smile he had whenever you get excited about things.

“But it’s set in Christmas and released around that time!” You whine.

Eventually he gives in, but not before saying that he’s watching this because you want to and not because it’s a Christmas classic. It all works out in the end because you’re settled comfortably in Yeosang’s arms while you two watch the iconic film.

The decorations could wait.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x male reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez smut #park seonghwa x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #jeong yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #kang yeosang x reader

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you-can-call-me-wanda · 3 years

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Snow Day

Pairing: Eric Carr x Reader

Author’s Note: I just moved back to university so things are going a bit slow at the moment. My apologies.

“Babe!” Eric called excitedly. He raced into the room and jumped onto the bed with a laugh, waking you up in doing so. “You’ll never guess what happened!”

“Ugh,” you groaned tiredly. “What is it?”

Your attempt at pulling up the sheets and going back to bed were stopped by Eric instantly. Whatever it was that had happened he sure was excited about it. He was practically trembling with enthusiasm.

“It snowed!” he cheered, shaking your shoulder to rouse you again. “You’ve gotta come see this (Y/N),” he said, getting off the bed and going to look out the bedroom window.

“I know what snow looks like,” you said, sitting up to look at him fully. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your grinning boyfriend. His face was filled with child-like wonder as he looked outside. “Besides, we knew it was going to snow. They said so on the news last night.”

“I know,” he said, spirits not dampened in the slightest by your matter-of-factness. “But it snowed a lot more than what they were calling for. Come look!”

At his beckon, you climbed out of bed and joined Eric by the window. You blinked your eyes hurriedly as the bright white light reflected by the snow hit your sleepy eyes. All of the city seemed to have turned into a winter wonderland overnight. Everything was coated in a thick layer of fluffy snow and twinkling brightly in the morning sun.

“Wow,” you said after gazing out the window for a few moments. “It’s beautiful.”

“It snowed like a whole foot,” Eric said. “We have to go out and play in it.”

You laughed at his suggestion good-naturedly. “Aren’t we a little old for playing in the snow?” you asked, already knowing that you would soon be giving in and heading out into the cold with your boyfriend.

“You’re never too old for some good old-fashioned fun,” Eric said. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and go out!”

So, the both of you began to get ready. You worked through your home, trying to find every warm article of clothing you had for such an occasion. You dug through the closet until you found your old snow boots while Eric searched for two pairs of warm gloves for you both. Eventually the two of you were ready, donned in gloves, hats, scarves, coats, boots, and extra pairs of socks and pants. Finally, you were ready to go out in the snow.

The first thing you did when you ventured outside was scoop up a large handful of the powdery flakes. The snow was absolutely beautiful, and you took great joy in marveling at it. Eric, seeing that you were momentarily distracted, took the opportunity to craft a snowball and throw it your way. The snowball hit you directly on the shoulder, smashing upon impact and spraying your arm, neck, and face with cold wet snow.

“Eric!” you shouted, tone a mix of surprise and scolding. Your boyfriend just laughed to which you narrowed your eyes at. “It’s so on.”

Soon, both you and Eric were rapidly forming snowballs at pelting each other with them as fast as you could. You were both covered in snow but were having too much fun to really care. Eric was winning the snowball fight by far, so you did what anyone would do in the same situation. You ran at him full speed and tackled him to the ground.

Both of you fell into the snow laughing. He landed on his back and you landed directly on top of him, your face mere centimeters from his. Eric smiled up at you and planted a quick kiss to your lips before rolling over and dumping you off him into the snow. He stood up, brushed himself off, and offered you a hand to help you up.

“Let’s make a snowman,” he suggested, pulling you up out of the snow.

“Okay,” you agreed, excited. You hadn’t made a snowman since you were a child.

You both took great care in fashioning the balls of snow and stacking them one by one. You scoured the area for some rocks to use as eyes and buttons while Eric went looking for some sticks to use as arms. The two of you were successful in your hunt and added the items to your snowman with glee. Next, you stuck a pinecone in the center of its face to act as a nose. Eric added a small twig to it for a mouth and the snowman was complete. You both stood back to admire your work.

“He looks good,” you said, happy with how it turned out.

Eric nodded in agreement. “He does, but how about we go inside now? I’m freezing.”

You were pretty cold too. All the snowball fighting and rolling around in the snow had left you both with flushed cheeks and cold fingertips.

“Yeah,” you said. “Let’s head on in.”

Once inside, the two of you wasted no time in stripping from your snow-soaked clothing and changing into warm dry clothes. You and Eric hastily pulled on sweatpants and thick sweatshirts before heading to the living room to cuddle up on the couch together under a blanket.

Eric hummed as he snuggled into your side. “Hmm,” he said. “This is nice. This is my favorite part about snow days.”

His words warmed you more than the new clothes and blanket.

“It’s my favorite part too,” you murmured, reaching up to run a finger through his hair gently. “You know what would make this even better?” you asked.

Eric lifted his head up to look at you curiously. “What?” he asked.

“Hot chocolate!”

He grinned at your idea. “Babe,” he said. “You’re a genius.”

However, as you started to get up in order to make your way to the kitchen to fetch the drinks, Eric’s arms wrapped around your torso tightly and pulled you back down onto the couch.

“I thought you wanted hot chocolate,” you asked curiously.

“I do,” he said, voice muffled by the fact that he was now pressing his cold nose into your neck. He hugged you tight. “I just want to hold you for a bit more before you go get it,” he explained. “Is that okay?”

You smiled down at your boyfriend and his koala-like hold on you.

“Of course it’s okay,” you said. “It’s more than okay.”

#eric carr x reader #eric carr imagine #eric carr #kiss x reader #kiss imagine #wanda writes

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c-c-cherry · 3 years

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Jojos Doing Jojo Things (with each other)✨😌

*sweating as the part 5 hc asks start piling up in my inbox*

*looks at the one that mentions Jonathan*

Hello~~ I’m sorry for being criminally inactive here, I forgot during that long 6 month lockdown that I actually had a real life outside of the internet and now I have to go do real life things?? Instead of doing nothing but writing?? Crimes, I tell you.

I love the idea of Jonathan interacting with all the other jojos so I thought I’d take a little break from part 5 whump headcanons to fulfill this one :D SO HERE’S SOME SELF-INDULGENT HEADCANONS ABOUT JONATHAN DOING FUN LITTLE ACTIVITIES WITH THE OTHER JOJOS BECAUSE I KNOW WE ALL NEED IT RIGHT NOW😭😭😭

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Joseph (lets say Youngseph in this case because shhh)

-Hear me out but KNITTING

-Let this man do some nice calm things please

-Joseph has absolutely no way to connect with Jonathan. Like. Nothing.

-He doesn’t see the two of them as anything alike even though they both have the star, and when it comes to connecting with such a righteous, nice dude he’s a bit :/ about it

-He also doesn’t want to do anything stupid (In his words.) He hates baking, he’s never been into reading and school, and the two can never really click with sports

-Our man Jonathan has searched his heart and soul for something to bring the two of them together but Joseph is always just not into it >:(

-He’s almost given up on connecting at all BUT—

-One thing they do have in common? Erina.

-BOOM. Johnny-boy suddenly has ideas >:)

-Joseph is really put off when Jonathan shows up with a ball of yarn and needles and in the most innocent way possible he’s like “I have something to show you ^-^”

-the first thing Joseph thinks is NO FUCKING WAY. If Caesar or his mother or anyone caught him fucking knitting he’d never be able to live it down

-So instead he just watches as Jonathan sits by the fire, and it looks really boring at first but he just starts going at it

-And of course the gears start turning and all his brain sees is “fast task?? task I can be good at? something quick my hands can do??”

-And Jonathan looks up to take a break to see Joseph perched on the edge of the chair in complete awe, but the moment he asks if he wants to know how to do it, Joseph gets really withdrawn :/

The rest of their conversation goes a little like this:

“Isn’t that meant for girls?”

“Why would hats and scarves be only for girls?”

“But its—”

“You know...I’m making Erina a matching hat and scarf for her birthday. I could use a little help with the scarf…”

“...”

“We can make it a race.”

And with a fire lighting in his eyes, Joseph accepts the contest even though he has no idea what he’s doing. But isn’t that what he does best?

-Needless to say, he becomes obsessed.

-When his greatest fear comes true and Caesar finds out, he’s too obsessed to care about the teasing

-Joseph is good at something that Caesar isn’t. Caesar is jealous. Caesar picks up knitting.

-Are knitting contests even a thing?? I don’t care because Joseph and Caesar could probably open a fucking etsy shop with all the stuff they make (and absolutely shamelessly at that)

-Anytime they meet someone new it's immediately “which hat is better?” “Joseph’s is worse, right?” “Can you start the stopwatch for us?”

-Even in his older years, he never actually stopped making things for Holy, Suzi, and even sometimes Jotaro (thought Joot wouldn’t be caught dead wearing any of it in public)

-He actually progresses past knitting and making clothes in general becomes a secret passion of his

-The hat he’s wearing in part 4? He definitely made that. And don’t even think he doesn’t send Josuke the tackiest shit in the mail

Jonathan is very proud :)

Jotaro

-Animals. Is that even a question?

-Jonathan was always more of a dog or cat person, but the moment he finds out that Jotaro’s interested in marine life? MAN GOES ALL OUT

-He not only researches the shit out of marine biology just so he can hold up a conversation with him, but he also buys A SHIT TON OF BOOKS for his favourite angst man

-We all know that Jotaro isn’t exactly a man of words, but his heart is touched when they exchange a few sentences and Jonathan shows up the next day with a book all about what they were talking about🥺

-Like—Jonathan was always scolded for never listening to his father, but when it comes to stuff like this, Jotaro swears he’s able to read his mind

-Most people can barely get him to utter a sentence, but when these two are alone they’ll talk for hours about the ocean

-Holy was actually pretty worried for a while that Jotaro rarely ever opened up to anyone, but after seeing the two of them talk it was like a weight lifted off her shoulders :)

-They go on trips all the time to study water life. First, it's just to the river a few minutes away. Then they start going out to the lake nearby, and then they’re suddenly borrowing Joseph’s private boat and going on all these “research trips” together

-Which just consist of Jotaro taking hundreds of pictures and surprisingly never shutting up about what he sees (which is definitely a first)

-They pass by snooty, rich fishermen all the time who make fun of them for only looking at the animals, and Jonathan secretly uses Hamon to attract the fish to anywhere but where the fishers are lol

-I can blame snipster on instagram for introducing me to Smiletaro but the pure happiness and smiles of happy Joot on this boat with Jonathan is like a DRUG

-Star Platinum is absolutely thrilled, and when Jonathan realizes that Star is an amazing artist, he actually buys the stand a cute little purple notebook to draw all the ocean life they come across :3

-The moment they get back to shore Jotaro’s all -_- again around people, but you can still see the excitement in his eyes if you look hard enough

-When he gets into school for marine biology, Jonathan is so fucking proud

-This is an au which means anything can happen so I formally declare that Jonathan definitely got Jotaro those golden dolphin-shaped coat pins when the man first goes off to Uni

-He wears them as a good luck charm :3

Josuke

-Josuke is soooo easy to get along with, especially since both of them are such warm people :)

-Jonathan figures that it wouldn’t be hard to find something fun to do together, but when he actually thinks about it...he really knows nothing about what Josuke likes to do

-He ends up just asking the kid next time they see each other, and they end up just agreeing to teach each other one thing the other doesn’t know

-Because the power of KNOWLEDGE BABYYY

-Josuke shows up the next day with an entire fucking Nintendo 64 and is absolutely set on teaching him how to play something

-Erina just kinda watches like 👁👄👁 as Josuke plugs it in and Jonathan is confused but also SUPER EXCITED because he barely even knows what a video is but there are also video games??

-After much internal debate, Josuke decides on Ocarina of Time because he’s worried Jonathan will have a fucking heart attack if they play something like Mario Kart

-Also he thinks Jojo would enjoy the whole “righteous hero coming of age” archetype thing because,,,you know,,,

-They start it up and immediately Jonathan is like WHAT and has no idea how to play and dies in ways that Josuke didn’t even know were possible, but they somehow make it to the first temple with a lot of help from Josuke

-Right before the boss fight, his mom pulls up like “bitch we gotta go come on” so Josuke sees no harm in leaving the system at Jonathan’s and coming back next week

-Oho,,,ohohooo,,,

-He comes back a week later to a dark house,,,Erina’s off on some trip, and he can hear the faintest “HYAH!” coming from the living room

-He walks in to find Jonathan in the exact same spot he left him, ALL OTHER SAVE FILES ARE COMPLETE, and he’s in some obscure location doing a side quest Josuke didn’t even know existed

-Turns out he’s really good at quest games

-After Josuke realizes that Jonathan’s managed to beat the game more than once, he asks if he wants to try out another game

-To which Jonathan replies: “There’s MORE?”

-Aside from giving Jonathan a crippling video game addiction, Josuke also learns a vital thing about Jonathan Joestar

-Hamon ^-^

-Josuke’s a little surprised that Jonathan can even see his stand, and Jonathan has no other way to explain it than that it must be connected to his Hamon somehow

-To which Josuke is like “what” and Jonathan realizes that his stupid fucking grandson decided not to tell ANY OTHER Joestar about Hamon

-He’s no Zeppeli, but he could try and teach him...even if it didn’t work, it would still be a nice bonding activity

-When Jonathan finds out that Josuke’s stand ability is revolved around healing, he’s overjoyed because he might have a better chance

-They start small with breathing exercises and meditation, which eventually lead to Jonathan trying to teach Josuke how to make things like flowers

-Since it doesn’t exactly come naturally to Josuke, things don’t exactly work out,,,but both are unsurprisingly happy when Josuke manages to make a single flower bloom :3

-It’s not much, but it’s there and it honestly makes Josuke feel much better knowing that he could eventually learn how to heal himself, too :)

Giorno

-Jonathan considered teaching Giorno Hamon a while ago, but he realized that his stand already has the properties of Hamon, if not just in a more humanoid form

-And when Jojo puts two and two together that he and his son can both grow a lot of plant life, he has the perfect idea

-Garden buddies!!!! :D

-They grow everything you could possibly think of, and to top it all off, Giorno fills the garden with all this animal life :)

-When it comes to biology, Giorno never shuts up about it. He’s the quietest kid when it comes to virtually anything else but prepare for MAJOR info dumps about frogs and his vast knowledge of flowers

-Speaking of flowers, them just sitting and growing them together and talking about all of their favourites? Yes please

-Although they love to accelerate plant growth, there’s one patch in the middle of the garden that they’re determined to grow naturally

-Also them growing and eating carambola (star fruit) together because it’s my pocket dimension that makes no sense and I get to decide what fun fruits the Joestars get to eat together

-the garden becomes a great place for picnics and outings and the best place to go when things get too chaotic

-Giorno starts a plant journal where he records everything that ends up growing there, and Jonathan starts impulse buying all these flower guide books so they can look at pictures of them and put their favourites in the garden :3

-They end up creating a little pond in the middle of everything, and Giorno puts a whole bunch of frogs and fish in it and it's all very tranquil and calm and nice :))

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I was gonna do part 6 (maybe part 7 too?) but mental energy? I don’t know her, sorry y’all :(

Feel free to add on though!! I wanna see what y’all would think Jonathan would wanna do with Jolyne or anyone else I missed :D My first thought for Jolyne was Rugby because Jonathan was a rugby KING and I feel like she’d be really good at it lmao

#jjba #jjba headcanons #jonathan joestar #joseph joestar #jotaro kujo #josuke higashikata #giorno giovanna #jojos's bizarre adventure #ask-c-c-cherry #headcanons #anime #erina joestar #family feels #long post

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In A World Of Grey

Chapter One

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Thank you @anonymous for reminding me to update this piece!!!

Sountrack: ‘34+35′ by Ariana Grande, ‘I Don’t Miss You At All’ by FINNEAS, ‘Chained to the Rhythm’ by Katy Perry

Grey:

Adj: A color intermediate between black and white

Adj: Pale, as through age, tiredness, or illness

expulsion...ExPulSiOn...EXPULSION!?!?! Grey couldn’t believe that she was sitting on the sidelines of the track getting ready to compete for her spot in Class 1-A. She’s only been in the class for a few minutes and she’s already on the chopping block for being expelled. As Grey looked around, she noticed her peers having the same fearful, anxiety filled gazes as they looked around the obstacle courses.

Aizawa stood in front of them, gazing at them as they huddled together, trying to think hard about how they were going to pass (and some of them thinking to impress) with Aizawa. All of them stood together in a line, waiting for the next directions to be given.

“As a hero, you must be resilient and strong. These obstacles are meant to test your strength before we begin your training as a hero. We’ll start with the fifty meter dash, followed by grip strength, standing long jumps, and the ball throw. You are allowed to use your quirks,” only problem with that was that Grey couldn’t think of any song that would help her. She wanted to shake as she now understood she’d probably fail if she couldn’t think of a song. And, failing means EXPULSION.

‘I can’t fail, I just can’t. Not after I’ve come so far to be better,’ she starts to feel the world spinning as she fears the worse however, she knows she won’t give up without giving it her all.

They line up for the fifty meter dash, Iida to her left and Midoriya to her right. It doesn’t take a genius for her to know that she’s already beat by Iida but she surprisingly comes to the end with five seconds, her thighs rubbing together as she runs. Truthfully, she’s disappointed with how she’s performed but she supposes it’s better than coming in last.

The grip strength test wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be (although, she could probably thank her father's rigorous training regimen for that). She managed to lift 85 kilograms, which was better than a lot of other people, extraordinary for her considering that she doesn't even have a mutant type quirk.

The standing long jump wasn't anything too spectacular. She landed within the box.

‘At least I’m not in last place,’ Grey felt bad for Midoriya. She could already tell from his attitude that he had a positive outlook on life and she’d hate it for him to lose the sparkle his green eyes contained. Plus, isn’t this what they were going to U.A. for anyway? To gain the strength they needed to be heroes? Why would Aizawa expel any of them? It just didn’t make sense.

The ball throw was good for Grey, her total coming to eight-hundred meters high, higher than Bakugou. Grey smiled giddily as Bakugou cussed about her being a ‘shitty girl’ that cheated.

“There’s no fucking way she beat me. I call bullshit,” Bakugou glared down at her radiating face, part of him already knowing he wasn’t truly mad.

“She’s so manly,” Kirishima gushed.

“Manly? No, she’s too adorable for that,” Kaminari grinned. Sero was to his left, observing Grey as well. Grey didn’t notice how most of her classmates looked at her whenever she started to get happy, all of them wondering if she had a second type of quirk that could make them feel this way.

“Midoriya, how do you expect to save people when you keep breaking your limbs whenever you use your quirk?” Grey felt bad for the boy that was currently being held by Aizawa’s scarf. Although, she understood why Aizawa was being so rough on him. He couldn’t keep getting injured the way he was if he wanted to be a legitimate hero.

Thankfully, Midoriya was able to push through and, in the end, none of them were expelled. She supposed the extra incentive to do well was good for them all however, she still thinks it was a bit of an unorthodox method of teaching.

“You are all dismissed. Grey, I want to talk to you,” Grey tensed up as Aizawa beckoned her over to speak to him. “No songs for the fitness test?”

“I couldn’t think of any and my quirk wasn’t supplying anything,” she bows her head.

“Supplying?”

“Yes, Sensei. My quirk normally comes with a song before an event happens, normally either a day or days before. It normally clouds my judgement or rings through my mind so much I can’t forget it.”

“Have you tried writing the lyrics down? Making your own music?” Grey shook her head hard, her eyes dimming as she thought of the time she tried to make her own lyrics.

‘Never again.’

“You should try, it will help you for when these types of things happen,” if only her father were here to protest what her Sensei was telling her. Nothing good comes from her making her own songs. “We noticed at the exam that your songs also seem to influence those that are in your proximity. Is that a side effect or do you have dual quirks?”

“No, Sensei,” it was a good lie. Short and sweet to the point and Aizawa bought it. Grey’s father popped into her head, repeating the lie to her, telling her she should never tell anyone about her mother’s quirk, no matter what trouble she may be in. Was it a selfish request? Yes, but her father was a selfish man. Either way, she knew she owed it to her mother to never use her quirk again.

“Very well. We’ll work on it during training,” wait...does that mean he’ll help her with her quirk?

“Wait, you’re the one that's going to help me?”

“Of course. I’m your teacher,” Grey couldn’t help but squeal and jump up and down, her energy hitting Aizawa full force, making his tiredness disappear. He had a small smile on his face as he watched her run away squealing. “She’s a peculiar one.”

“What did Aizawa-Sensei need?” Mina asked as Grey returned to the girls locker room to change.

“He wanted to know why I didn’t use a song for the test today.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“My quirk didn’t give me one,” yet, her quirk was now starting to belt a few tones, making her think something important was about to happen. She got dressed quickly and left the locker room, excited to see whatever the music was prepared for.

“LITTLE LISTENERRRR, WAIT FOR ME,” Present Mic was once again screaming from the distance, his tone gaining in pitch with how excited he was getting. He was running towards her when one of Aizawa’s scarves came from nowhere, wrapping him up before he could reach her. “AIZAWAAAAA.”

“Yamada, leave her be. Can’t you see she’s in a rush?” Aizawa rolled his eyes as he caught his friend in the middle of trying to stop Grey as she was running to the front gates of the school.

“PLEASEEEEE,” Aizawa put him down, already getting a headache from his friend’s pleading. “Five minutes.”

“You’re Grey, right?” Yamada asked her and didn’t wait for her reply. “Yes, you are. I’ll be assisting Aizawa with your quirk training. The school thinks you could use the extra help considering your quirk is a sonic-emitter type like mine. So, I look forward to hearing whatever you come up with in that little noggin of yours,” Grey smiled hard, her energy once again amplifying.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” Grey bowed and ran away before they could say anything, causing both of them to smile.

Grey decided to take the long way home that day, popping her hips to the pop music in her head. She wanted to dance but she opted not to considering all the looks the people around her were giving. Her smiles were infectious, lifting the days of the people she passed.

She ended up passing a group performing on the street: a keyboard player, a violinist, and a drummer were playing. All they needed was a singer...

“Do you guys mind if I join? I promise I can sing,” Grey’s mind was now flooding with lyrics. Ofcourse, the time when she doesn’t necessarily need it, the music comes in bounts.

“Knock yourself out little girl,” said the gruff drummer with his beard flowing down his chest. Grey grinned, starting off the song.

“You might think I’m crazy, the way I’ve been craving, if I put it quite plainly, just give me them babies.”

So, this is one of those times the music is a bit...explicit. However, Grey can’t help herself as she sings, shimmying down and around the band, gathering the attention of many onlookers, her blush prominent on her cheeks as she grinded her hips into the air.

“So what you doing tonight? Better say "Doing you right" Watching movies but, We ain't seeing a thing tonight.”

Grey laughed loudly as she caught sight of Sero in the crowd, waving in between the stanzas as she hit a splits in front of him, pulling herself up as she swung her head around, her dutch braids whipping around her to create a faux halo.

She kept singing, no matter how large the crowd was getting, waving her hips enticingly as she did a backstand into a flip through the crowd that parted for her like the Red Sea. Many began clapping for the girl as it became apparent that she was putting her all into the performance.

“I don't wanna keep you up (you up) But show me, can you keep it up? (It up?) 'Cause then I'll have to keep you up, So maybe, I'mma keep you up boy.”

Sero sang backup for her as she danced around him, using his body as a wall to push herself up against, her body creating a visual representation of what the lyrics promised. She briefly wondered what she looked like to the people around her? A girl in a school uniform dancing so wildly? She didn’t care as long as she was having fun.

“Wanna come home with me tonight?” Grey asked Sero once she was satisfied with her dancing.

“You sure about that? You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not a homicidal maniac that cha-chas after he kills his victims?” Sero mimicked the move he talked about, his arms swinging left to right.

“Okay, for one, good dancing. For two, if you are a cha-cha slanging killer, I’d be honored to die by your lady killing moves,” Grey giggled. “Plus, you’d be the type to slaughter me in my sleep.”

“True. Lead the way, fearless lady,” Sero stood to the side and motioned for her to walk in front of him. This was turning out to be a really good day for Sero. Kaminari would lose his mind when he found out he got to spend extra time with Grey.

“What do you want for dinner?” Grey led Sero all the way to her humble apartment, unlocking it and yanking him into her space right after her. Sero looked around, noting the lack of pictures on the walls. “I’ll have to warn you that I’m not the best cook.

“Anything is fine. When will your parents be home?” Sero instantly felt bad at the way the girl's face dimmed. Walking further into her apartment, Sero could see that there was a small, rotating sectional in the corner with a few chairs scattered around the living room. The furniture was pointed at a flat-screen T.V. (which was coincidentally playing the American news). When he looked over to the dining room, his heart sunk a bit more when all he saw was a small round table, clearly meant for one person. “You live here alone, don’t you?”

‘Great! Now he thinks he made me upset. There’s no way I’m ruining this opportunity,’ Grey thought as she whirled around to face Sero. She’d be damned if she let this chance to be around someone other than the mailman slip away.

“I do! My dad’s an American hero, so he sent me away to be safe,” okay, that was a very big omission of truth. He DID send her away to be safe...from her. “It gets a bit lonely but he always answers when I call.”

Sero felt a little better hearing her explanation but, he still took notice to the way she didn’t mention her mother. Deciding to let it slide, Sero grinned and nodded.

“So, dinner?” Sero and Grey migrated into the kitchen. There was a small marble island in the middle with a spacious countertop seated on the wall.

“Hmmm, I’ll let you pick,” Sero took a seat as Grey got out the ingredients for spring rolls. As she cut up all the vegetables, Sero sat at the little dining table, laughing at the crazy things she would do as she cooked.

“Then, what did you do?” Sero was practically screaming as he laughed at the story Grey was telling him.

“I did what any rational person would do; I poured some barbecue sauce on my ass and told him to kiss it. Then I pushed him into the closet,” they both were laughing hard as Grey came to the table with food for Sero to assemble his own roll.

“What did he say? Did he kiss it?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“No, ahehe,” Grey rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “He actually had a wig in the closet which he put on, turned around, and screamed “Jokes on you Grey, I identify as a woman” and tackled me onto the bed.”

Sero was holding a fist to his mouth, trying not to snort at Grey’s story. This girl was such a whirlwind to him; he couldn’t wait till they had their own stories of each other. He looked down at his phone, noticing a text message from his mother telling him he’d have to get home soon. It was already nine o’clock!

“Wow, I didn’t know it was this late. I’ve gotta start heading home,” Sero said as he got up, gathering his plate so he could wash it. “Thanks for having me over!”

“No problem! You can come over any time; I enjoyed having you over. And, don’t worry about the plate. I’ll wash it. It’ll give me something to do,” despite how much she smiles, Sero could feel Grey’s loneliness. No one can ever truly be okay being alone every single day in a forgeign country with no one to talk to. He can only think about how sad she must be at night when she falls asleep without her father.

“I’ll definitely be coming over more often,” Sero placed the plate in the sink for her, walking over to give her a big hug. Grey’s eyes were wide as her arms were squeezed to her sides. She didn’t know what to do. She hadn’t been hugged like this since she was seven years old. “We’ll definitely be making more memories.”

He left soon after, promising one last time that he’d be coming over soon. She was still smiling moments later as she was washing the dishes, reminiscing on how happy she felt. If only she could feel this way all the time.

Once she finished washing all the dishes, Grey went upstairs and took her shower (she wasn’t really feeling up to taking a bath). Grey could hear a song coming into her mind, killing her happy mood as she started to listen to the lyrics.

‘I swear I don’t, Miss you at all, And I barely still remember, Who’s in the pictures on my wall.’

As she washed her body, she wanted to believe that she truly didn’t miss her father but that would be believing a lie. She missed him with every fiber in her being but, there was nothing she could do about this feeling. Her father is a busy enough man and he doesn’t need her taking up any more of his focus. That’s what she had been telling herself to justify his behavior. She just wishes she could still believe that too.

One thing about her quirk that she’s noticed is that it plays off her emotions. Sometimes, the music will be truly random but, most of the time, the music is created from a strong feeling. She’s also noticed that the more she connects with the song, the harder it is to control her influence on the song. So, she wondered if this new song was any indication of what she was truly feeling.

‘All but forgotten, About those eyes, A shade of green, that if he seen, Would make F. Scott Fitzgerald cry.’

How long had it been since she saw her father? He hadn’t even seen her off when she left for Japan. And, before that, he had been gone for a while on a mission (she half suspects he was just staying somewhere else to avoid her). By her estimation, it’s about a year and a few months since she’s seen him. She doesn’t know whether she should still be pained from her feelings.

Grey supposes it can be worse than what it is right now. Her father could’ve sold her off to the American government, claiming she was a loose cannon. And, it was somewhat true. She was a loose cannon in the sense that she couldn’t control her quirk like others but, it wasn’t as if she didn’t try her hardest to suppress the urges she had every day.

Truthfully, her only hope for a good future as a hero was lying in her teacher’s hands. She needs help from them; the help she should be getting from her own father. Again, she still can’t feel any resentment towards her father.

Grey got dressed in her Pikachu onesie, her mind drifting off a bit to Kaminari’s hair, and went downstairs to complete her nightly routine. She plugged up her laptop to the t.v., searched for the American news channel just like she did every night, and sat on the rotating sectional in the corner of her living room. She watched as the broadcasters talked about the daily news, happy to see that her father wasn’t on the screen.

This was her only way to make sure her father was safe. Her father was prone to not answering his phone for long periods of time, so she had stopped calling so frequently. If anything ever did happen to her father, she would most likely find out just like any stranger would.

‘And I’m sleeping fine, I don’t mean to boast, But I only dream about you, Once or twice a night at most. And it feels so good, eating alone, I don’t get distracted by your smile, And miss the green lights driving home.’

She would sit in that sectional for hours, making sure that her father was safe. Her loyalty and dedication to him weighing on her consciousness. She felt bitterness creep into her soul. Why did she care about him so much?

Then, the guilt came; it always comes. It’s her fault that her father is the way he is. This is her penance. She knows she must pay the price of what she’s done but, it hurts all the same. It hurts like hell.

This particular night, she sees her father smiling at the camera as he restrains a villain. He looks so good to the public, his bright, white teeth setting him apart. His dark skin looks good against his white superhero costume. Hell, even his grey hair looks nice. He looks better than he’s ever been with her.

“OUR NEXT TOP STORY: AMERICAN PRO-HERO ‘SOUND-YEAR’ HAS ONCE AGAIN SAVED THE DAY.”

She watches with tears in her eyes, hurt in her heart. Why couldn’t he be this happy with her?

‘But I won’t, Make that mistake again and fall, So I say I don’t, Miss you at all, And one day I won’t, Miss you at all.’

***

‘Are we crazy, Livin’ our lives through a lens, Trapped in our white picket fence.’

Oh my! Grey woke up the next morning, body grooving on its own. It’s weird how quickly her feelings can change but she doesn’t question it. All she does is shoulder shuffle out of her bedroom to her bathroom and get prepared for the day. She dressed in her uniform, using her hairbrush as a microphone. She’s pretty sure she forgot to eat breakfast in her dance craze. She figured she’d just get lunch at the school.

“Aren’t you lonely, Up there in Utopia, Where nothing will ever be enough, Happily Numb, So comfortable, we’re living in a bubble, bubble,” Grey sang loudly on the train, her quirk flowing through the bodies of the other people around her. Their souls felt uplifted, their feet thumping on the train's floor, their bodies shimmying to her accord.

Poor Grey didn’t notice how she was controlling the people around her and, to her credit, none of them seemed to mind. Her song control wasn’t bothering them.

When she got off the train (A nice lady had noticed her U.A. uniform and directed her off on the right stop), she continued her dancing all the way to U.A. A few pedestrians that got too close to her felt their moods lift a bit, eyeing her with curiosity. To most, she would seem like some wild girl but, the closer they looked the more they saw her beautiful aura of happiness.

“Turn it up, it's your favorite song, Dance, dance, dance to the distortion, Turn it up, keep it on repeat,” and this is where her true problem rears its head. As she danced into the school, people were raptured by her song. They began to dance just as she had sung, their bodies flailing to repeat her moves. Grey’s voice was loud, drowning out all the student’s that were yelling for her attention.

“Stumblin’ around like a wasted zombie, Yeah, we think we’re free, Drink, this one’s on me, We’re all chained to the rhythm, To the rhythm, to the rhythm,” she danced into Class 1-B. Vlad was getting ready to direct her out when his body began to dance as well. The students that were already in the class couldn’t fight her temptation as they began to stumble around, running into each other. Hell, some people were crashing into desks and walls.

Grey’s eyes were still closed. The poor, oblivious girl. She had no idea of the mayhem she was causing. All she knew was that the music was making her feel good. She wanted to feel good.

Vlad was trying hard to fight her siren’s call when he experienced first-hand what happens when you try to go against Grey’s commands. The blood bubbled in his throat, snorting from his nose, running out of his ears. His atoms were clashing against each other violently, causing more blood to splurt from his body.

“GREY, GREY, PLEASE! SOMEONE GET PRESENT MIC,” Vlad was screaming to the top of his lungs to any students that were out of her singing range. To be fair, Grey’s range goes far, most likely extending to Class 1-A.

Footsteps were pounding the school's hallways. Present Mic was yelling some low sound waves, trying to cancel her sound out. He hoped he could get to the girl before any real damage was done. However, he was too late.

What drew Grey out of her happy trance was a spurt of blood that landed on her face. Her eyes snapped open, staring up widely at Vlad’s bloody appearance. Her body began to shake as she slowly turned to look around, seeing her peers with red faces as they hugged their bodies. She felt the tears bubble in her eyes as she kept glancing at Vlad’s face, the image of his blood flowing would be permanently stained into her mind.

“I’m so sorry.”

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Souvenir (Yandere Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x Reader)

Request: Requests open?? Do you think you could do Present Mic stealing his darling's panties? Or stealing things of hers in general? Also your writing is so good, I love it!! You're really good at pacing, nothing drags on for too long. It all reads very naturally.

Hizashi’s excitable nature was hardly a secret. He was enthusiastic in every part of his life, as a teacher, as a radio host, and as a hero. But still, he didn’t think he had ever been as electrified as he was now, standing outside your door. Bouncing rapidly on the balls of his feet, Hizashi peered through the small window on top of your door, wondering if he should ring your doorbell again. When he checked his watch though, he saw that not even ten seconds had passed since he first pressed it, so he forced himself to wait a little while longer.

He just couldn’t help it though! This was the very first time he had ever even been to your house, it was a huge step forward in your relationship! You two were finally becoming closer, and after today your relationship would finally move to the next step. Right now you were just friends, but Hizashi was more than ready to change that. Clearly you were ready for that too, or you wouldn’t have invited him in the first place! Yeah, today he was visiting, but Hizashi was sure that before long you’d be asking him to spend the night. And soon after that, you would be ready to move in with him!

His fervent daydreams were suddenly interrupted though as he spotted you through the window. Hurriedly, Hizashi leaned down to the doorknob, trying to make sure that he looked his absolute best. You deserved nothing less, after all. But his double checking was cut short when the door was swung open, with you giving him a bemused smile.

“Uh, hey, Hizashi,” you chuckled. “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, um, hey songbird. I was just fixing my shoe.”

Quirking an entertained eyebrow, you stepped back to let him inside. Hizashi practically ran inside, more than ready to see what secrets your home hid, to see what juicy new tidbits he could learn about you. What books were on your shelves, what food was in your fridge, what kind of toothpaste you used, he wanted to know it all, every last piece of you. No, he thought to himself as he looked around, it was more than want. He needed every last piece of you, needed it all to himself. As Hizashi journeyed further inside, he breathed in deeply, trying to drown himself in your scent, the scent that he had only been able to get hints of before, but now could taste in abundance.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” you said.

“Aw,” Hizashi answered, finding your consideration adorable. “That’s okay though, I got it.”

Making his way to your coat closet, Hizashi grinned to himself. You were just such a sweetheart, wanting to take care of him like that. But what kind of soulmate would he be if he let you lift a finger? Besides, if he was being honest, there was a slightly selfish reason for his insistence. For as he hung up his jacket, Hizashi took the opportunity to brush his fingers against the jackets and scarves you had stored there, as if by touching them he was touching you by proxy.

“Alright then, you ready for me to kick your ass?”

“We’ll see about that,” Hizashi teased. “Video games are the thing I’m best at—other than teaching, DJing, heroing, and being incredibly handsome of course.”

“Let’s see if you can play as well as you brag then,” you responded.

“First though, can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s upstairs, second door on your left.”

Nodding in thanks, Hizashi hurried up the stairs, though not for the reason that you believed. No, the moment that he made it to the second floor, he headed not for the bathroom, but for your bedroom. Now, don’t get him wrong, he was still interested in seeing your bathroom of course, just as much as he was interested in seeing every part of the place that you lived, your bedroom was undoubtedly the most important. It was your most private space, the pace where you were the most you, and as your future boyfriend, that meant that Hizashi had no other choice but to take a look.

When he found the room that he was looking for, Hizashi had to pause and take a deep breath to prepare himself. Slipping in quietly, making sure that no sound of a creaking door would reach you downstairs, tears filled Hizashi’s eyes when he made it inside. It was just so beautiful, so breathtaking, seeing all of those pieces of you surrounding every inch of the room. With no time to lose, Hizashi walked further in, memorizing each poster, each piece of jewelry, each chip in the wall. Laying down carefully on your bed, the blond hero nuzzled your pillow, closing his eyes and imagining how gorgeous you must look resting upon it.

The moment that Hizashi opened his eyes though, something new caught his attention. There, in the opposite corner from your bed, was what could only be a laundry basket. His body moving of its own accord (not that his mind was too unhappy about that), Hizashi approached the hamper, his breath held in anticipation. When he finally reached the basket, he did not bend down. Rather, he kneeled, practically supplicating before the shrine he had discovered. Slowly, as if he wasn’t entirely sure if he was worthy, Hizashi reached inside the basket, simply letting his fingers brush over your clothes until he found something soft and lacy to grab onto.

Praying that what he had stumbled onto was what he thought it was, Hizashi pulled the article of clothing out of the hamper, his eyes wide and shining when he saw that it was in fact a pair of your panties. As he brought the panties to his face, inhaling your scent deeper than ever before, Hizashi realized just how perfect this was. Here he was, at your house for the very first time, and what should he find waiting so eagerly for him? This piece of you was clearly meant to be his souvenir, meant to commemorate this first step in your relationship.

And so, as he stood to go back downstairs and join you, Hizashi slipped your panties into his pocket.

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succubusphan · 4 years

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The Dog Father

Summary: Dan’s dog leads him straight into the arms of a handsome man at the Dog Park.

rating: G

Tags: Fluff, dogs, alternative meeting.

Word count: 1k

A/n: Written for the @phandomreversebang Im-PROMPT-u Phandom creator challenge, day 3, Prompt: Dog. I used the quote vaguely but It’s 4 am and I’m not going to look for it. Thank you to @schnaf who beta read this to make sure all the times I fell asleep on the keyboard didn’t come through. PS: I went both with the park and the shop, I know the shop won the poll but I’m tired so don’t yell at me. I expect nice messages for this because I did my best and you like to be nice to me.

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“The world is an amazing place. Look at it instead of your flaws.”

Dan woke up with a start, covered by a thin layer of sweat and a racing heartbeat. He blinked his eyes into focus and flopped back down onto the bed with a sigh. A smile drew itself in his lips as he heard the soft scratching noise of paws against the wooden floors approaching the bed. No matter how bad his nights were, or even his days for that matter, there was always a constant source of joy in his life.

Two honey colored ears peaked above the mattress before the usual “good morning” bark was heard. “Can I hop in?” another bark asked.

“Good morning, girl,” Dan said, patting the mattress beside him. “Come on up with daddy.”

Before he had even finished the sentence, he had a very excited ball of fur in bed with him, barking softly and extending her paws to him. Dan took one of the tiny paws and shook it. “Yes, good girl.” He was rewarded with an extensive face-washing session as he giggled with his lips and eyes tightly shut. He tried his best to finish until she was done but sometimes there was no stopping her, so he gently pushed her away. “Are you hungry?”

Another bark and a small jump.

“Ok, let’s have some breakfast and go to the park.”

She ran as fast as her legs would take her and returned with her food bowl.

“Alright, come on,” he smiled. He was exhausted, yes, but he wasn’t about to deny his girl breakfast and her morning trip to the doggie park.

Dan and Leelu arrived at the park ready for the wintery weather, fluffy coats and rainbow scarves wrapped tightly around both. They had barely walked for five minutes when Dan’s phone started ringing insistently. He huffed and put Leelu’s leash around his wrist before struggling to remove his glove with his teeth. He managed it eventually but by then the leash had slipped from his wrist and the call had gone into voicemail.

Dan looked desperately between his phone and his fugitive dog with a groan before he promptly shoved his phone in his pocket and ran behind Leelu.

“Leelu, wait! Get back here!” Dan rushed behind her, but she was born to run and Dan was born to lay on the couch like a potato.

Suddenly, he found himself on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. “Ow,” he said pathetically.

“Oh my gosh, sorry!” A man said and extended his hand towards Dan.

He would have usually rejected the gesture and brushed it off but the mirage of a man standing in front of him was offering him his hand and Dan was not about to turn him down. Not when those blue and green and yellow eyes looked at him with worry. Dan took the man’s hand and before he knew it he was back on his feet, his mouth gaping like a fish.

"Are you ok?" The man asked. "I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy!"

Dan was too distracted looking at those rosy lips, the pale skin and the black shining hair. Suddenly, he realized he was staring. "S-sorry," he murmured awkwardly. "Thank you for helping me."

"It was my fault you fell in the first place. It's the least I could do." He looked behind himself to where Leelu was playing with a small corgi in a blue sweater. "I'm Phil, nice to meet you."

"Dan," he wiped his now sweaty hands on his jeans before shaking Phil’s.

"It looks like our dogs are getting along quite well."

"Is that one yours?" Dan asked, pointing to the corgi.

"Yeah, Striker."

Dan threw his head back and barked out a laughter.

"What? He could be a vicious beast!" said Phil.

Dan looked at the corgi. His silly looking tongue flopping to the side as he ran behind and around Leelu. She looked down at him even though - being a Shiba Inu - she wasn't that much taller. "I think if Leelu steps on him too hard he'll break." Dan smirked.

"She wouldn't!"

"Of course not, she's a lady." Dan said as they approached the dogs. "Come on girl," Dan said slowly realizing that it was time to go. He needed to take his dog home and go to work. "Well…"

"It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, I -" Phil's phone started ringing, he looked at the screen and picked up immediately. "Hi, Corn." He waved at Dan and started walking away.

Dan had thought there had been something between them, a spark, but he had been wrong, clearly. Dan had caught a glimpse of a smiling woman on his screen and he'd rushed to pick up. It was stupid anyway, he always tended to let his mind get the best of him and here he was, thinking of the future with a man he's just met. Pathetic.

Dan didn’t want to keep focusing on his negative thoughts, so he picked Leelu up to her dismay and walked back home.

The next few days mashed and melded together as if there was no beginning or end to account for. Dan finally dared to leave the comfort of his own home when he ran out of food for Leelu. He hurried, holding his coat as tightly as possible as he made his way to the store before it closed.

He pushed the door open, causing the bells on it to ring and alert the employees of his presence but one glance in their direction showed that they were doing some sort of inventory. Dan went to the food shelf and grabbed the biggest bag he could carry before going to the register.

He placed the bag on the counter and fished for his wallet.

"Hi."

Dan looked up and once again stared at Phil, his mouth gaping like a fish.

"The other day I forgot to ask you for your number… if that's ok."

Dan smiled. "I would like that. Leelu missed Striker."

"I think Striker missed Leelu as well."

"We'll have to set up a playdate for them," Dan risked.

Phil smiled widely. "Absolutely."

Dan extended his hand giving Phil his card and taking the piece of paper with Phil's number.

"Phil, Striker's Dad. Call me," it read along with the number. Dan turned it over and smiled "Single dog father."

That day, Leelu found a play buddy and a brother and Dan found someone to hold him and keep him safe from the nightmares, someone to love. Maybe things weren’t always as bad as he thought, maybe there was still some beauty in this world to be found.

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meangirlsx · 4 years

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Stupid With Love

Pairing: Cady Heron x reader Word count: 1947 Warning(s): None Request: “Would you mind doing a Lydia x Reader (or Cady x Reader if you still write for Mean Girls) during the holidays? Christmas perhaps? Also, happy October 3rd!” and “This isnt technically holiday themed but, could you do Cady x reader with Cady seeing and playing in the snow for the first time?” Note: Here is a Cady piece in honor of Erika’s final day.

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You and Cady hadn’t known each other that long. She was new to school, and school had only started a few months ago. But you were close with Janis and Damian, so when they befriended her, so did you.

You spent some time together when all four of you hung out. But after a couple weeks, she’d started asking to hang out just the two of you, too. So you’d gotten pretty close over the last few months.

And you had been crushing on her pretty much the entire time, but you hadn’t told anyone. Not that you really needed to. Janis and Damian figured it out in about three days and always found a reason to bring it up when it was just the three of you. They always encouraged you and got excited every time you and Cady hung out alone.

The closer the holidays got, the more excited they got. So when you invited Cady over on the first weekend in December, your group chat with Janis and Damian was blowing up.

You did your best to ignore it while you and Cady talked. You forgot all about your texts coming in when you saw her run to the living room window

“Is that snow?” she asked, her voice full of enthusiasm.

You followed her to the window and saw that the first snow of the year was, in fact, falling.

“It is! Is this your first snow?”

“It definitely is. It’s even prettier than I imagined.” Then she turned to face you. “Can we go outside?”

“Of course we can!”

Without another thought, she was racing for the door.

“Cady!” you called and grabbed her arm quickly.

“What?”

“Don’t you want to put your coat on?”

She laughed lightly. “Oh. Yeah.”

Her parents had made sure they bought winter attire when they moved. But as you got dressed up to go out into the snow, you noticed that Cady only had her coat and boots.

“Cady, did you bring a hat or gloves or anything?”

“No. I didn’t expect it to snow.”

“No problem! You can borrow some of mine. We have plenty of extras.”

You brought out the box your family kept of gloves, mittens, hats, headbands, and scarves. She picked out a pair of mittens, a hat, and a scarf.

You opened the door and watched as the look on her face turned to awe. She was bounding into the snow with a grin before you could blink.

“It’s so soft!” Cady shouted.

“This is the good kind of snow. We call it packing snow. It’s softer and easier to play with. For example…” You picked up a handful of snow and balled it up.

Cady’s eyes lit up. “Snowballs!” She immediately started making one, too, then backed up and stared at you. “Wait. Isn’t this supposed to turn into a fight?”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “It doesn’t have to.”

She seemed to think about it for a moment, and then her snowball was flying through the air. You continued to throw snowballs at each other until you heard geese honking overhead.

Cady gasped and looked up at the sky with wide eyes. She watched silently for a moment before throwing herself backwards into the snow. You laughed as you joined her.

“They’re so beautiful,” she said. “My mom and I used to play this game, back in Kenya. We would close our eyes and name all the birds we could hear. We don’t do that now, but moments like these…I don’t know. It sort of feels like a piece of home.”

“That’s so sweet.” You looked at her.

She looked back at you, then down at her hands with your mittens. “Thank you for letting me borrow these. My hands would be so cold right now if you hadn’t.”

“Of course. It’s really no problem.”

“Oh! But we need to take a picture!” She removed one glove and dug her phone out of her pocket.

You moved closer for the picture, and Cady leaned against you. As she took a few photos, you noticed just how happy she looked.

To you, it was a normal day at the start of winter. It wasn’t terribly cold, but you were definitely starting to feel it. The sun only peeked out from behind the clouds on occasion. Even the geese were a normal occurence to you.

But it was all new to Cady, and she loved every second of it. Especially the geese.

“We should go inside,” you said, standing and holding your hand out to help her up. “We can make hot chocolate, if you want.”

“Oh!” Cady grabbed your hands. “That reminds me! Can we go to Starbucks sometime? I’ve always wanted to try their Venti Chai.”

“Of course! Do you want to go now?”

“Not really.” She smiled at you. “Hot chocolate sounds perfect.”

So you spent the rest of the day talking, watching movies, and drinking hot chocolate.

On Monday, you got up early so you could stop at Starbucks before school. You wouldn’t have minded being able to sleep later, but Cady was more than worth it.

When you arrived at school, you found her at her locker. She smiled when she saw you, then got confused when you held a coffee cup out to her.

“You said you wanted to try a Venti Chai, right?” you asked.

She made a sound that was a mix between a squeal and a gasp and threw her arms around you. You did your best to hug her back while holding two cups and trying not to spill.

“That’s so sweet of you!” she said, taking her cup from you. “Thank you!”

“Just be careful. It’s hot.”

“How much do I owe you?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s on me.”

“What’s on you?” Janis’s voice came from behind you.

You turned to see her and Damian joining the group.

“Is that fancy coffee?” Damian asked. “At this hour? Someone loves you.”

Cady bounced on her toes and smiled. “It’s a Venti Chai from Starbucks. Y/N got it for me.”

“You’ve been wanting to try that,” Janis said and sent a small smirk in your direction. “That’s so nice.”

“That is so thoughtful,” Damian added, leaning against Janis and emphasizing every word.

“Isn’t it?” Cady said. “I should get to class. But thank you. Seriously.” She gave you a kiss on the cheek and headed down the hall.

You stood there frozen for a second.

You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but Janis and Damian were anything but calm.

In your second class of the morning, the candy cane grams began, with Damian in a Santa suit. He handed you one with a wink before handing out the others.

You opened the little note addressed to you.

Thank you for the Venti Chai! I loved it! We should get more sometime. Maybe this weekend? xoxo, Cady

You smiled up at Damian before he left the room, and he smiled back. Before your teacher could finish calming everyone back down, you pulled out your phone and sent a text to Cady.

Friday after school? Homework and Chais?

She texted back almost immediately. It’s a date!

The words It’s a date echoed through your head until lunch, where you found Janis and Damian and thankfully not Cady, yet.

You showed them Cady’s note and text.

“Is it a date?” you asked.

Damian scrunched up his face. “Oh, that might be my bad. I just taught her that expression and she loved it. So I think we could take it either way.”

Cady began walking over, so you didn’t have time to say anything else.

You tried not to think about it too much before Friday. You didn’t want to assume and get your hopes up if it wasn’t going to be a date, but you didn’t want to ask and embarrass yourself if it wasn’t, either. The closer it got to Friday, the more Janis and Damian insisted they thought it was a date, but you were pretty sure they were just trying to be supportive. So you figured you would follow Cady’s lead and see how things went.

Things had seemed pretty normal all week leading up to it, and even on your way to Starbucks after school on Friday.

You found a table and began to take out your homework.

“Um…” Cady said quietly.

You looked up and noticed that she suddenly looked nervous. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

You tried to ignore the thought in the back of your head saying that it was supposed to be a date and she was starting to regret that.

“I’m fine,” she said, and smiled, easing your tension. “I just wanted to give you this before we start.” She reached into her backpack and pulled out a small canvas painting that seemed to be one of Janis’s.

You took it and turned it over. It was the two of you in the picture she’d taken outside the previous weekend.

“I had Janis paint it. Two, actually. One for you and one for me. It just felt like such a special moment. And I felt bad so I wanted to try again.”

You looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

“Last Saturday, I felt like we maybe...connected...more? And I got really excited about that. And when you brought me the Chai, I thought maybe you really did like me back. So I wanted to send you something cute in the candy cane gram to ask you out, but I got scared and I tried to be cool and casual because I realized maybe I should be asking you in person and I ended up sending you something totally unclear and I just... “ She gestured to the painting in your hands. “This is us. This is going to be one of my favorite memories ever, and one of my favorite memories of us. I want to remember that as some sort of start for us. Not me getting scared and trying to backtrack.”

Your could feel your heart racing. “You don’t have to feel bad about anything.” You looked down at the painting, then back up at her. “So you did mean for this to be a date?”

She nodded. “I wanted it to be. But I’ve never really done this before and I really like you and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“I really like you, too. And I don’t want to mess it up, either. I was scared to ask you if this was supposed to be a date because I didn’t want to make you feel bad or make things awkward or embarrass myself if it wasn’t supposed to be one.”

“So we were both too nervous to be honest?”

You nodded. “I don’t think we’re messing anything up. We’re just...really nervous.”

Cady smiled and seemed to relax. “So, this is a date then?”

You leaned in closer to her. “Are we totally lame if we do homework together as our first date?”

“Maybe,” she laughed. “But that seems pretty us.”

“It kind of does, doesn’t it?” You laughed, too.

“I’ll get the Chais?” Cady said as she stood.

You reached for your wallet, but she waved her hand at you.

“No, no. Let me.” She gave you one more smile before heading toward the counter.

You watched her for a moment, then pulled out your phone to text Janis and Damian.

You knew?!

Damian replied first. To be fair, I didn’t know until this morning when Janis gave Cady the painting.

Then Janis. Enjoy your first daaaaate!

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sector-i-closed · 4 years

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Silk Scarves

sub!Yeosang

Requested by anon

Warning: smut and anal fingering

"I love quiet moments like this with you." You sighed in contentment as your significant other Yeosang snuggled into your side.

"Me too." Yeosang replied quietly. You threaded your fingers through his hair in soothing strokes that was relaxing to both of you.

Your significant other sighed softly as you reached over to the nightstand to retrieve one of the silk scarves that you had been keeping just in case you might use it someday.

"Wha-what are you doing with that scarf?" Yeosang watched you with nervous tension evident on his face.

"I was wanting to ask you if you ever wanted to try light bondage out someday?" You replied with a question, not knowing how to approach the subject of bondage.

"Who's going to be tied up? I hope it's me." Yeosang's cheeks were so red you wondered if you was experiencing vision problems.

"Do you want to be tied up, baby?" You felt dizzy with excitement at the thought of Yeosang being bound.

"Yes, I want you to tie me up and do things to me..." Yeosang's voice shook as he bit his quivering lip.

Your breath caught in your throat at hearing his admission.

"What do you want the safe word to be, baby boy?" You wanted to jump headfirst into this but you also wanted to have the safety aspect took care of first.

Yeosang played with his hands in his lap as he thought various words over.

"Star?" He offered.

"I can remember it because you're my brilliant star." You winked at your significant other, who blushed even redder.

You placed both hands on either side of his face, moving him closer until your lips touched his.

Yeosang shivered, subjecting himself to the bruising kisses that you gave him.

"So soft and kissable, just like the rest of you baby boy." You praised him in breathy whispers against his lips.

Your significant other gasped when he felt you trail your fingers along his neck, anticipating your hand to tighten around him any moment.

You tightened your hold around his neck a bit as you deepened the heated kisses, taking advantage of the opportunity to mingle your tongue with his when he opened his mouth.

He fisted your shirt up tightly in his hands, "Mm..." Yeosang faltered, feeling weightless and overwhelmed by his senses of touch and sound, especially by the wet noises of the kisses he received from you.

You released his neck to allow his breathing to resume.

"Y/N... I need..." Yeosang's voice was muffled by your lips.

His hips bucked forward, attempting to get your attention through his movements.

"Do you want me to tie you up and take care of you baby boy?" You purred against his lips.

"Fuck yes..." Yeosang whimpered.

"I want you to undress, my prince." You stood up and watched him hesitate, his dark, lustful eyes settling on you.

He sat up and smoothly pulled his shirt over his head. He followed up that action by standing and shedding his pants, revealing his entire body to you.

You licked your lips breathlessly at the sight him exposed before you, "You're so handsome, I'm the only person who can see you like this." You grinned slyly.

"Lie down for me, baby." You instructed gently, to which Yeosang complied.

He watched you through half lidded eyes as you picked up the other three scarves from off of the nightstand.

"Are you okay with this?" You ask, refraining from tying his hands and feet just yet.

"I'm fine with it." Yeosang replied with a hint of impatience in his voice.

You took one of his hands and carefully tied it to the bedpost, taking the time to ensure that the smooth material of the scarf wasn't too tight around his wrist.

When you was satisfied that everything was okay with that you repeated the action with his other hand and his feet, taking the same amount of care with those restraints as well.

You observed your significant other biting his lip anxiously, the look in his dark eyes pleading for you to do something.

A reassuring smile spread across your face and you moved to press kisses along his hot skin, scratching your fingernails lightly down his stomach and leaving pale red welts behind as you showered his torso with openmouthed kisses.

Yeosang mewled softly at the feeling of your soft lips soothing the scratch marks that your fingertips left behind.

"Your skin's so soft, baby boy. I want to eat you up." You nearly giggled at your words but Yeosang responded with a low moan.

He nearly jerked free of his restraints when he felt your tongue smoothly trace the vee of his pelvis in torturously slow movements.

"Y/N... ahhhh..." He breathed in a tone that was music to your ears. Purposely you left off from licking or kissing his straining dick, which you couldn't help but notice his veins beautifully accenting his member.

You moved on to his inner thighs, which gained you a whimper of disappointment from your significant other.

He shivered at the sensation of you sinking your teeth into his inner thighs, leaving reddened bite marks behind on his sensitive skin.

"Ngh... Y/N..." Yeosang moaned in delight when you made your way upwards again, rubbing your tongue in caressing movements against his balls.

You inhaled the scent of his precum and moaned against him, continuing to move your tongue against his flesh.

"Y/N!" He cried when he felt you wrap your lips around him, sucking his balls lightly before pulling away to retrieve something from the nightstand.

Yeosang's chest heaved slightly as he watched you pull out the lubricant, dispensing some onto your fingers and moving closer to access his entrance.

He moaned in appreciation as you drew small circles around his entrance with slick fingertips.

You sensed his muscles relaxing as you continued to work with him.

"Do you want my finger in your ass, baby boy?" You teased at his entrance with your fingers, applying light pressure to his flesh.

"Yes," Yeosang nodded vigorously.

"Yes what?"

"Yes p-please..." Yeosang begged with desperate eyes.

"You're such a good boy for me." You cooed softly, sliding your finger inside of your significant other's ass.

"You're so tight and warm baby boy." You spoke softly, pushing your finger deeper into him as deep as it would go.

"Mmm..." Yeosang mewled at the pleasurable feeling of fullness inside of his ass.

You leaned forward and licked the precum from the tip of his cock, earning more pretty sounds from Yeosang.

His moans motivated you to become more urgent with your actions, licking his cock in quick strokes that prompted him to thrust his hips forward.

"I will stop what I'm doing if you keep doing this." You warned.

"I'm I'm sorry... Y/N... P-please don't s-stop..." He cried in desperation.

You wrapped your lips around his dick and began to suck, gliding your tongue along his shaft as you worked with his dick.

"Ahh... Nyah..." Yeosang struggled to retain himself as you moved your head in slow movements up and down his dick.

"Fuck I'm... you make me feel amazing!" He gasped, his back arching when he felt the finger that you had inside of him curl against his prostate, increasing his pleasure another level.

You continued to rub your tongue against the velvety smooth skin of his shaft, your hand busily stroking the excess of his length that you couldn't quite fit into your mouth.

Yeosang shuddered at your finger still stimulating his prostate and your tongue working it's magic made him see stars.

"Y/N..." He cried, coming without warning in your mouth.

You felt his muscles spasm around your finger as he came and you felt satisfied, not wanting to punish him since you knew that it was a lot of pleasure that he was dealing with.

"You did great baby boy, next time if you come without permission there could be consequences." You winked at your panting significant other as you wiped your face clean.

He watched you with glazed over eyes, observing you as you untied the silk scarves, freeing his limbs.

You pulled him close to you, massaging the red marks on his wrists.

"What about you?" Yeosang asked tiredly.

"I'm good baby boy. I'm satisfied that you're satisfied." You kissed the top of his head lovingly, ignoring that you did feel aroused from the activity earlier.

"I love you, Y/N." Yeosang murmured sleepily, giving you an angelic smile that melted your heart.

"I love you too, baby boy." You replied truthfully and tightening your hold around your significant other.

"I want us to be like this forever." You drew featherlight circles on the bare skin of his back.

Yeosang was sound asleep with his head resting against your chest, being lulled off to sleep by the beating of your heart.

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rosedavid · 5 years

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I Love You A-Latte // A Tyrus Autumn Oneshot

“Okay, you look way too happy to be here, especially for test day,” Andi comments the moment Cyrus walks in the school doors.

TJ, who was in the middle of talking music with Jonah, turns to see what Buffy means. After all, Cyrus is normally perkier than the average person, so him acting happy isn’t all that abnormal. When TJ looks at him, though, right away he notices the jubilant, carefree sparkle in Cyrus’s eyes as well as straighter, prouder posture. An easy smile stretches across his face and only grows as he approaches his friends. Clasping his hands together, he rocks back on his heels as if he’s trying to contain the excitement welling inside him.

“Yeah, normally you’d be a sweaty ball of nerves still studying as he walks through the classroom door,” Buffy adds, cocking her head.

Startled, Cyrus wonders, “But don’t you know what day today is?!”

“Wait, is today your birthday?” Jonah gasps but falters under everyone’s gaze. “Sorry, I’m bad with remembering things!”

Andi and Buffy converse to each other through eye contact and subtle gestures. TJ could never understand how the three best friends can converse that way and know exactly what each other are thinking. Every time TJ tries to make heart eyes at Cyrus, Cyrus asks him if he’s feeling okay.

“Well, I know you don’t have any type of family celebrations coming up until your Aunt Ruthie’s birthday in two weeks,” Andi begins.

Buffy continues, “And you won’t hear back about your award submission for another couple days. Also, you don’t have anything specific planned with any of us for today.”

“I still don’t understand how you three know each other’s schedules like that!” Jonah mentions offhandedly. TJ silently agrees.

“Come on, haven’t you noticed a chill in the air today?” Cyrus hints, raising his brows. “TJ?”

“Uh…” TJ trails off, biting his lip. He feels like he should be able to answer this question as Cyrus’s boyfriend, but he honestly has no idea what Cyrus is getting toward.

Obviously, the elation becomes too much for Cyrus to continue containing as everyone makes there guesses, for he finally blurts out the answer. “Autumn! Today is the first official day of autumn!”

TJ scratches his head at Cyrus’s idea of exciting news. To him, the start of fall just means colder weather and back-to-school. It means the end of summer, the end of days basking in the sunshine and staying out late at night; the end of freedom and relaxation. The others all seem to perk up at Cyrus’s comment, however.

“I can finally get some new sweaters and make some fall fashion jewelry!” Andi beams.

Buffy grins over at Jonah. “And we can officially start preparing for Halloween!”

“But Halloween’s still more than a month away,” TJ interjects.

“It’s fall, so it’s now socially acceptable, not that I care,” Buffy responds with a laugh. “I’ve had my Halloween decorations prepared for weeks!”

“I bet my Halloween decorations will be way better,” Jonah challenges.

As all of this ruckus between the group is happening, a hand squeezes his forearm. Cyrus smiles at him, the two of them nearly at eye level now. The waves of energy and exuberance flowing off Cyrus is tangible.

“Aren’t you excited, Teej?” Cyrus questions, noting his lack of cheerful inputs.

He frowns. “Not really, I guess. I don’t like fall that much.”

Cyrus gasps like he just heard the most stunning revelation of his lifetime. He tugs at TJ’s arm incessantly to get his attention, even though Cyrus always has TJ’s full attention. Big brown eyes stare at him with incredulities, lips parted the slightest bit as he processes TJ’s words.

“You don’t like fall?! How could you not like fall?”

“Because it gets dark and depressing and cold, not to mention fall always means back to school!” he defends.

Meanwhile, Cyrus shakes his head stubbornly at all of TJ’s words. He looks personally offended by what TJ has to say about autumn. The way his nose scrunches up indignantly and lips pursing makes him appear even more loveable. He then begins to raise his hands like he always does right before going off on a rant.

“But TJ! What about the sweaters, scarves, and hats? The pumpkin flavored stuff? Leaves that crunch when you walk? Pretty colors everywhere? Apple cider?” Cyrus presses, to which TJ responds with a shrug.

“I just prefer summer.”

“This is blasphemy! Fall is BY FAR the superior season, and I will prove it to you!” At this statement, Cyrus tows TJ along toward the front doors, marching along with a determined look on his face.

TJ looks back at the others with confusion and slight worry. They just laugh at him, waving as they whisper about something. As it turns out, Cyrus seems to be completely set in his decision. He almost walks right out the front doors of the school before class starts. The only thing that stops him is the bell piercing the ears of the students throughout the hallways to signal first period.

“Oh. Class,” Cyrus sighs. “I almost forgot! We’ll have to wait until the end of school. To be continued!”

TJ laughs, briefly leaning his cheek against Cyrus’s dark locks. “So I wasn’t truly saved by the bell?”

“Nope! More like…delayed by the bell,” Cyrus jokes, obviously pleased with himself based on his teasing smile.

“Is today just going to consist of a punch of fall puns?”

“What can I say, I’m just a-corny person!”

TJ snorts, shaking his head as he pretends to stride away. Cyrus jogs to catch up to him, giggling the whole way. TJ jams his fingers in his ears and sticks his tongue out with mirth. Of course, it’s all in fun, so when Cyrus pulls his arms down, he doesn’t put up a fight.

“Wait, I promise no more fall puns if you join me on our fall adventure after school.”

“I suppose,” TJ relents, as if he wasn’t going to go along with Cyrus the entire time.

“Yay! We’re going to have such a gourd-time!”

“Cyrus!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! There’s too many good autumn puns.”

With a roll of his eyes, TJ sighs fondly and leads Cyrus to his first class like usual. They part ways with matching smiles and a lingering hand squeeze before separating. As much as TJ dreads fall, he’s already looking forward to later that afternoon.

…

After the last bell, Cyrus somehow manages to make it to TJ’s locker before TJ himself, despite Cyrus’s class being halfway across school. When Cyrus spots him approaching through the crowd, he waves with enthusiasm, already opening TJ’s locker. Ever since the first day of school, Cyrus has known his locker combination just in case TJ messes it up like he did almost every other day in middle school. Now, he has a failsafe who also leaves bonus, cute notes in his locker.

TJ heaves his stack of books he doesn’t need back into his locker for tomorrow and asks, “Did you run here?”

Huffing, Cyrus responds, “Yes, actually, I did! Thank you for noticing. Contrary to popular belief, I can run, I usually just choose not to.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run,” TJ admits. “Do you want to have a race sometime?” He laughs as Cyrus’s eye widen and he shakes his head in contradiction.

“I think my running abilities for the next month were all used in the last 60 seconds.”

TJ finishes putting stuff in his locker before they head out the door. As it turns out, Cyrus hardly ever uses his locker for books and notebooks. He gets too nervous that he’ll forget something if he leaves it in his locker, so he carries it all in his backpack with him to every class. In his locker he really only keeps his lunch, extra supplies, and a first aid kit which he insisted was necessary to have because “School nurses will never be this prepared, TJ.” Since he never leaves anything in his locker, Cyrus’s bag weighs a literal ton. TJ lifted his backpack once and almost keeled over. He honestly has no clue how Cyrus can carry that much like it’s nothing.

“Should we drop our bags off first?” TJ mentions, not wanting Cyrus to have to lug around his back-breaking bag for the whole day.

“We have to stop at my house first, anyway,” Cyrus smirks secretively.

“Should I be scared? Because I am.”

Cyrus merely giggles, chasing his hand. TJ evades him momentarily to mess with him, but can’t hold off for too long. He catches Cyrus’s hand awkwardly, adjusting their hand holding until their fingers are intertwined. Early on in their relationship, Cyrus gave him a speech on how interlacing fingers is a much more efficient way to hold hands. Of course, TJ agreed because all he cares about is that they get to hold hands. But also, interlacing fingers is way comfier.

Once they reach Cyrus’s house, they drop their bags down at the door. Unsure of what Cyrus has planned, TJ follows his lead as goes up to his room and opens his closet. TJ screws up his face, leaning over Cyrus’s shoulder to try and see what he’s rummaging for. Finally, Cyrus yanks out an armful of fabrics, almost knocking heads with TJ as he stumbles into his arms.

“What is all that?” TJ questions.

“The first step to a successful autumn!” Cyrus exclaims. “You need to get in the autumn spirit, and the best way to do that is get dressed up.”

TJ stares at him, gesturing toward the window where sunlight streams through the open blinds. “Cyrus, it’s like 70 degrees out today!”

“But fall spirit—” Cyrus protests, nudging the clothes further into TJ’s arms. He sticks out his bottom lip, somehow managing to make his lips quiver while he pouts. TJ has no clue how he does it, but he can’t ignore it.

“Alright, fine, but if I get heat stroke, that’s on you.”

A few minutes later, TJ is decked out in all the typical fall garb. He wears a slightly itchy sweater that is too big for him (and if it’s too big for him, it must drown Cyrus). A plain, dark beanie adorns his head, tucked just over his ears. To finish it all out, he wraps a fluffy scarf around his neck. Cyrus is already all decked out for the season in his patterned, pom-pom beanie, sweater, and tiny gloves.

“How are your hands so small?” TJ asks with a choked off laugh as he attempts to borrow a pair of Cyrus’s gloves. He can barely stretch them on to get over the first part of his hand.

“How are your hands so big?” Cyrus retorts, then adds, “I guess we won’t add the gloves. Let’s get going! We have lots to do.”

So, dressed in warm clothes, they head out into the 70-degree weather. Still acting secretive, Cyrus refuses to disclose where exactly they’re going (although TJ knows if he pressed hard enough, Cyrus would cave since he’s not always great at keeping secrets). The walk is slightly unbearable in the hot heat of the day. TJ has the overwhelming urge to scratch at his arms and neck since the sweat is causing the fabric to rub up against his skin. Somehow, though, Cyrus doesn’t seem too bothered by the heat.

“How are you not boiling yet?” TJ asks as they walk endlessly.

Cyrus shrugs. “I dunno. Buffy once told me that I’m akin to a grandpa with the candies in my pockets and my developed wisdom, so maybe being super sensitive to the cold is just another part of that.”

“You have candy in your pockets and you never told me?!”

Laughing, Cyrus pulls out a root-beer barrel on cue, dropping it into TJ’s open hand. “I love how you hear anything to do with food and immediately focus in on it. Luckily for you, our first activity involves food!”

Finally, the arrive at what TJ assumes is their stop. It looks like a little café. Hardly anyone is inside, and as TJ squints at it, he isn’t sure he’s even heard of this place before. They walk up to the front doors, out of breath.

“Welcome to the best, and only place, to get pumpkin donuts at!” Cyrus explains with a grand gesture of his arms. “Pumpkin flavor is a fall essential. Wait—you like pumpkin flavor, right?! I really hope so since that’s what we’re here for. I should have checked—”

“Don’t worry, I like pumpkin flavor,” TJ interrupts with a smile. He then steps forward toward the door, opening it up and holding it for Cyrus to step through.

They order the pumpkin donuts and munch on them in the shade under a large tree. TJ has to admit that they’re delicious. He usually doesn’t eat much pumpkin flavor besides pumpkin pie, but he loves the combination of spices sprinkled atop the donuts. Cyrus watches happily as TJ snarfs down the donuts. TJ licks his fingers at the end, causing Cyrus to wrinkle his nose and pass him a handful of napkins.

“So, what’s next?” he asks Cyrus.

“Next is a scenic nature walk!” Cyrus replies. “The trees out here are gorgeous.”

“Just like you,” TJ mumbles, mostly to himself. Cyrus obviously catches it, though, because the tips of his ears burn as red as the leaves around them.

TJ has never been super impressed with dead leaves falling off trees, but he’s also never seen trees colored so vibrantly. On the main streets of Shadyside, most of the leaves turn a sickly orange color before crumbling off. Out here, further from town, the trees are much prettier. Hues ranging from golden yellow to deep red cover the treetops. All around them, gradients of autumn colors speckle the branches. TJ gapes in awe, staring up at the tall trees as he and Cyrus stroll along a dirt path.

“This is amazing,” TJ chuckles in disbelief. “I’ve never seen trees like this near my house!”

“Yeah, I think the regulation trees in Shadyside are purposefully meant to not be colorful for some reason,” Cyrus sighs.

As they continue on their journey, TJ feels the air take on a slight chill as well as the background darkening. He frowns, looking up at the sky. The sun has drifted behind a cloud that came out of nowhere. As he glances upwards, a fat raindrop lands with a smack against his cheek.

“Cyrus, I think—” TJ starts, before being cut off by the sound of thunder. He startles slightly.

“Rain! This is perfect,” Cyrus laughs with joy.

“Perfect? Why would it be perfect?”

“Because, silly, I can finally show you the joys of gloomy weather.”

TJ becomes more skeptical as the sky darkens impossibly further. It seems as if dusk has already come at 4 in the afternoon. The scent of the air also changes to become more earthy. Lightning flashes in the distance, so far away that he barely catches the bright light. The rain starts as a light pattering, drizzling their clothes with speckled water spots. Then, within the span of minutes, it grows gradually in its intensity before dumping out onto them.

At this point, TJ’s extremely grateful that he’s wearing a sweater. The rain drenching them is freezing cold. Matched with the wind and the dropping temperature, it makes him shiver. Beside him, Cyrus tugs his beanie down a bit to cover the ends of his ears. Nothing can protect them from the complete onslaught of rain, though.

Through chattering teeth, TJ asks, “How is this joyful?!”

In response, Cyrus simply holds out his gloved hand which is now sopping wet. Still, TJ grasps it, letting himself be tugged toward Cyrus. Then, Cyrus reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. A familiar song comes on that makes TJ smile knowingly. Cyrus places his phone back in his pocket for slightly more protection before turning his attention back toward TJ.

“Dance in the rain with me?” Cyrus giggles, reaching up to wrap his arms around TJ’s neck.

“I thought this song was called ‘Singin’ in the Rain, not Dancin’ in the Rain!” TJ jokes, causing Cyrus to send him an accusatory look.

“And you get mad at me for my puns!”

A laugh bubbles up at the back of TJ’s throat. “Okay, fine, you can do puns. I guess it’s only fair. But first, let’s dance.”

TJ places one arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Cyrus’s hand moves down to TJ’s shoulder, while the other two intertwine in the air. They dance slowly at first, but the energy and excitement of the day causes them to mess around, shoes splashing playfully as they sway back and forth. TJ can feel his socks getting absolutely soaked, but he doesn’t care in that moment. He twirls Cyrus a few times somehow, impressing both of them. They quickly get soaked to the bone, but neither faulter in their movements. Cyrus sings the lyrics to the song under his breath, and TJ momentarily gets taken back to the night at Andi’s party.

Caught up in the song, they don’t register at first when it ends. Once they both taper off to a stop, though, TJ finds himself realizing how close they are. He can see the raindrops gathering on Cyrus’s eyelashes and the flush from cold on the tip of his nose. They stand their and breathe for a few beats of rain before their lips join in a cold, wet kiss. Still, it manages to warm TJ’s insides as he clutches the front of Cyrus’s sweater for support.

When they pull away, Cyrus gazes at him and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something romantic. “Now we’re Kissin’ in the Rain,” he grins.

TJ laughs, swatting his shoulder. Cyrus joins in on the laughter. Soon, still giddy with excitement, they take turns leaping into deepening puddles. The continue to frolic for a bit, shoes getting caked with oozing mud.

“Hopefully I don’t loose another shoe!” Cyrus chuckles to himself. TJ makes sure to remember to ask him for the story later.

The storm starts to get closer, so they decide it’s probably best to retreat back toward town. Thankfully, Cyrus planned ahead so they don’t have to walk all the way back. His mom picks them up back at the donut place, chiding them with a smile as they climb into the car sopping wet and covered in mud. When they arrive back to Cyrus’s house, the storm is in full force. They shelter inside, removing their wet clothes and changing into comfy sweatpants and sweatshirts.

“Now, it’s time for the final piece de resistance,” Cyrus claims as he balances two full mugs in his hands. TJ takes one from him, and they bundle up together on the sofa. The mug is just hot enough that it warms his hands without burning them. Sweet steam wafts from the cups.

“Hot cocoa,” TJ comments.

“Hot chocolate, tehnically,” Cyrus corrects adamantly, “Similar, concept, but way more delicious. My mom uses actual chocolate pieces.”

TJ lifts the cup up to his lips, blowing slightly on the liquid before deciding getting his tongue burned it worth it. Searing, smooth liquid enters his mouth. It takes like melted gold, richer and more chocolatey than any hot chocolate he’s ever had. He pulls back, mouth still burning from the warmth of the drink.

“Good?”

“Amazing.”

They sit there in silence for a bit, simply listening to the sounds of the rain and sipping on their hot chocolate. TJ has never felt so content after getting rain dumped on him. He can even still feel droplets of water falling from the tips of his hair and onto his sweatshirt from being so soaked.

“So, what do you think? Are you now convinced autumn is the best season?” Cyrus wonders, finishing off the last of his hot chocolate.

TJ still feels the residual warmth radiating from his mug. The rolling thunder outside somehow seems to calm him. He thinks back to everything that happened that day, from the sweaters to the donuts to the rain to now. He still prefers the heat of the summer, the refreshing chill of the pool, and the lack of school, but today has been one of the most memorable days of his life. He decides, in that moment, that even though the individual aspects of fall may not be his favorite, doing them with Cyrus definitely is.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I think so,” TJ responds, watching the triumphant grin spread across Cyrus’s face.

“I knew I could convince you! What was it that won you over, my awesome fall puns?”

“Now those I could do without.”

“Please you know you’re FALLing in love with them,” Cyrus says, raising up his hand for a high five.

“That pun doesn’t deserve a high five!”

“Come on Teej! Don’t leaf me hanging! I love you a-latte!”

And if, the next day, TJ goes out and buys a bunch of fall sweaters with puns on them, it’s definitely not because of Cyrus.

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Spook Park - All Mine - Chapter 2

Possession. The state of having, owning, or controlling something.

It had been a few days since Wendy and Bebe went to the library and hung out with Stan and Kenny. Wendy wanted to spend time with Stan again but he had to cancel since he was working on his science project. He only had a few weeks to get it done.

So instead, Wendy decided to walk around town with a different friend. Bebe had also been busy so she decided to spend time with Red. She wasn't up to anything.

"Glad to know I'm a last resort." Red teased.

"Come on! You know that's not true!" Wendy laughed and jokingly pushed Red.

Pretty soon, the two of them decided to take a break and were sitting on a bench in the park. They had planned to do something else but thought it would be better to relax on account they were doing a lot all week. During a conversation, Red's phone had gone off so she checked it.

"Heidi texted me!" Red perked up excited about the text.

"She texts you all the time. What's she up to?" Wendy leaned closer to glance at Red's phone.

Red tilted her phone away and leaned the other way on the bench. She lifted her foot and pushed Wendy with it causing laughter.

"First off, you know I like Heidi. And second, she texted asking what I was up to." Red smirked while responding to the text.

"So what're you doing? Inviting her to come hang out?" Wendy pushed Red's foot down.

Red nodded with a dumb grin on her face. If there's one thing Red wasn't afraid of, it was showing off perfectly how she was feeling. Especially if it involved someone she really liked.

***

They had decided to meet up with Heidi outside of a clothing store to maybe do some window shopping. After a few minutes the gorgon showed up and greeted the human girls with a smile.

"I'm glad I can tag along with you guys. But I only have a few hours based on the meal I fed my snakes to make them fall asleep." Heidi wiggled her shoulders and made her snakes bounce around a little.

"That's totally fine, Heidi." Red brightly smiled as Wendy nodded in agreement.

The three entered the store and began to look around. After a bit of wandering blindly they started looking at some skirts and dresses. Red most likely not going to buy anything from this section was just glancing over top towards the T-shirts instead. Wendy was looking at a darker purple colored dress with some yellow highlights until the three girls heard a voice from someone who worked there.

"Can I help you all with anything?"

Wendy began to turn to answer and came face to face with the girl from the library. Joslyn.

"Oh, no thanks. We're good." Red grabbed Wendy's shoulder causing her to wake up from a trance she was entering.

Wendy shook her head a little until she faced Joslyn again. She took a deep breath and branded her face with a fake smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Joslyn. I didn't know you worked here." Wendy tilted her head to the side trying to keep her smile and try not to look even slightly angry.

"What? Oh. Wendy, right? From the library?" Joslyn pointed and smiled trying to remember.

Wendy nodded. It had been a few days but this girl was already on Wendy's nerves. In her mind, Wendy was currently grabbing a nearby hanger and smacking Joslyn with it. But it wouldn't be a good idea to try anything here. Especially when a hanger wouldn't even fill a dent of the things that Wendy wanted to happen to her.

"You know each other?" Heidi came back around the corner she went around.

"Seems that way. Hey, Wendy. Me and Heidi are going to go look somewhere else. Let us know when you're done here." Red nodded at Heidi and then proceeded to push her down the aisle of clothing to another.

Wendy stood there continuing to stare at Joslyn. Picturing the ideas of injuring her in her mind.

"No means to offend or anything, but you're kind of staring." Joslyn placed a hand on one of her hips.

"Oh. Terribly sorry." Wendy shook her head leaving her fantasy again.

"While you're here, I was wondering if I could ask you something. You're friends with that Stan guy, right?" Joslyn pointed a finger at Wendy.

"I guess to an extent. Yes." Wendy put her hands together in front of her.

"Great. I was wondering if I could get his number from you. If you're as close a friend to him as I think you are you're bound to have his number." Joslyn pulled out her phone hopeful of getting yes as an answer.

"Oh. You want his number? Aren't you afraid that his girlfriend might find out?" Wendy tried her best to keep from snarling through her teeth.

"Like that would happen. Unless she's the type to snoop through her boyfriend's phone." Joslyn smirked with her eyes closed.

Fear didn't seem to be a mood this girl felt a lot. Especially for someone who lives in Grimwood. Wendy closed her eyes and thought over the sentence Joslyn had just said.

Sure, it could be fine because Stan's girlfriend wasn't the type to snoop through his phone. But witnessing it first hand would be a different story. Wendy debated bringing up she was Stan's girlfriend but decided against it. It would make an eventual threat all the more sweeter.

"I don't think it will be a good idea to give you his number but I could give you mine. Maybe we could become friends." Wendy held out her phone.

"I suppose. Then next time you hang out with Stan you could invite me along if it isn't too much trouble. I'd love to get closer to him. He's cute, right?" Joslyn looked at Wendy's phone and put her number into her own phone.

"Why, of course. That's a great idea, skank- Joslyn!" Wendy answered with a slip of the tongue before catching herself.

"What?" Joslyn looked up from her phone.

"I said it'd be a great idea to invite you along." Wendy said soon checking her phone because she felt a buzz in her palm.

She got a text from Stan asking to hang out. He had finished the work he was doing for the day. He mentioned the idea of hanging out with a few of his friends which she smiled to the idea of.

"Did someone text you?" Joslyn asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Stan did, actually. He wanted to hang out with a group of friends. You could tag along if you want." Wendy smiled as she quietly plotted.

"That sounds like fun. I'm almost done with work so text me where and I'll show up later." Joslyn smiled before heading off to continue working.

Wendy waved farewell and turned to go find Red and Heidi to tell them about meeting up with the others. Gaining trust is an important step in certain plans involving others.

***

Soon after leaving the store the girls met up with Stan and a few of the boys from Dark Meadows. Stan greeted his girl with a small kiss on the cheek. Wendy began to smile but soon lost it when one of the friends who tagged along started poking fun and laughing at them making the others a little uneasy.

"Cartman, dude. You don't have to be so rude." Clyde placed one of his hands on Cartman's shoulder.

"Jesus, Clyde! What did I say about touching me? You smell like rotting fish!" Cartman smacked Clyde's hand making him let go.

Wendy didn't much care for Cartman's rude comments but it didn't fully bother her. It had been a few days since she spent time with Stan. The six of them were sitting in the park on a blanket Cartman had brought. He also brought food but it was mostly for himself. It didn't matter though. No one was hungry.

Stan and Wendy had decided to go for a short walk around before coming back to the others so they could have some time alone. Wendy's phone buzzed and she noticed a text from Joslyn that she was done with work. Wendy texted back telling her to meet them in the park.

"We should head back. I invited a human friend along and they don't know about monsters." Wendy turned to Stan.

"Oh. Yeah. Ok, that's totally fine." Stan nodded and the two began to walk back to the others.

***

After explaining the situation to the others Cartman groaned.

"I knew this might happen. Here, Clyde. I brought scarves." Cartman pulled some yellow scarves out of his basket and tossed one at Clyde.

Cartman pulled on the scarf to cover his neck bolts, soon proceeding to take out an opaque concealer of his skin tone that was meant for covering scars. He took out the needed tools and began covering his stitches.

Clyde slipped his scarf on and then changed the colors of his fish scales to more of a human skin tone. Also slightly spacing out the position of his fins to look more like hair.

Stan pulled on his hat and the group was ready for when the human arrived.

***

A while after arriving, Wendy noticed Joslyn starting to get slightly close to Stan again who slightly inched away. Cartman, Clyde, Red and Heidi seemed to look a little awkward about the situation until someone spoke up.

"Hey, I'm a little bored. Does anyone maybe want to play ball? I made sure that Cartman brought one." Clyde broke the ice pulling a soccer ball out of Cartman's basket.

Stan and Red exchanged glances before agreeing to go play. The three got up and went a little bit away from the blanket as to not accidentally kick the ball too hard at them.

Watching the three kick the ball around changed Heidi's mind about it as she then decided to get up and go join in leaving Wendy, Cartman and Joslyn on the blanket.

"Stan's pretty good at sports." Joslyn put her hand by her chin watching Stan kick the ball around trying hard not to chase it.

"Yeah. Wendy would sure think so." Cartman joked as he took a bite out of a sandwich he brought.

Wendy proceeded to hit Cartman in the back of the head causing him to make a whining sound. He gave her a dirty look as she grabbed his arm and took him behind a nearby tree.

"What?!" Cartman yelled in irritation.

"Joslyn doesn't know I'm Stan's girlfriend and for the moment I want to keep it that way." Wendy hostily whispered grabbing Cartman by his jacket's collar.

Cartman didn't respond. He gently grasped Wendy's arms and stared directly at her clearing his throat.

"Wendy. If you don't let go of me, I'll dismember you so much worse than me that there will be no humanely way possible to stitch you back together and bring you back to life." Cartman intensely stared as he finished his threat.

"Give me those empty threats all you want. I know you're bluffing. Just don't say anything." Wendy let go of Cartman and the two walked back to the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" Joslyn looked at the two as they sat down.

"Oh, just wonderful. Joslyn, was it? My dear friend Wendy here was just telling me not to bring up anything personal about her. Like how she's jealous of you." Cartman clapped his hand together gently, soon after Wendy tugged on his arm.

"Jealous of me? Is that true? Why?" Joslyn laughed.

"No. No. I'm not." Wendy smiled and shook her head.

"Oh, my dear friend Wendy. Must you always lie? You told me yourself you're so jealous of how Joslyn looks. So much more attractive than you. Stan would totally want her over you." Cartman continued his act of gushing on the fake gossip he had forged out of the truth.

Wendy proceeded to pull on his arm again the two of them soon hearing a gentle snap. Cartman's eyes widened as he quickly changed his gaze to his arm. He glanced at Wendy who also had her eyes wide. He then looked back at Joslyn and placed a smile back on his face.

"Excuse us, but I must go talk to my dear friend Wendy in private again." Cartman tried to get up clutching to his arm that Wendy had been pulling on.

A ways away, Stan noticed Cartman clutching his arm and ran over. He has a slightly worried look on his face.

"Dude. Is your arm- uhh... Dislocated?" Stan glanced at Joslyn and soon back to Cartman.

"Uh. Yeah. Wendy's helping me though." Cartman looked at Stan and Joslyn before leaning to Wendy and angrily whispering, "You're the one who made my arm come loose, so you're fixing it. There's a needle and thread in my basket. You're lucky I'm prepared for these things, bitch."

Wendy motioned to Stan to distract Joslyn as she grabbed the needle and thread from Cartman's basket. The two proceeded back behind the tree as Stan sat down.

***

Wendy put the thread through the needle and proceeded to roll up Cartman's sleeve. She saw the loose stitches and got ready to restitch it before Cartman smacked her hand and took the needle. The look on his face was even more irritated than before.

"You've done enough. I can do this myself. Thank you." Cartman scoffed before proceeding to stitch his arm back on completely.

"I'm sorry. It's just I told you not to bring that up." Wendy crossed her and and leaned on the tree.

"Actually you said not to mention you were Stan's girlfriend. Not that you were jealous of her." Cartman pulled the thread tight on his arm sealing it back in place.

"Don't get all smartass with me right now. I'm still ticked off at you." Wendy closed her eyes in irritation.

She took a few breaths to try and calm herself until she heard Cartman snickering. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Cartman's attention wasn't on her. Instead he was looking at the other side of the tree where the blanket was. He then proceeded to look back at Wendy and had the smuggest grin between his fat cheeks. Confused about what he saw, Wendy turned and looked behind the tree where Cartman was looking as he cut the thread with his teeth and rolled his sleeve back down.

Upon going back around the tree, Wendy saw Joslyn once again rubbing up against Stan inches from touching his cheek with her hand. Everything around Wendy fell into slow motion and went dark as she stared in a slowly growing flame of rage.

***

Stan grabbed Joslyn's hand before contact struck and shook his head.

"Look. I should've said before. But..." Stan turned and cleared his throat.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at her.

"What? Like I said last time. Your girlfriend won't find out." Joslyn leaned back slightly catching herself with her hands planted on the ground.

"Actually... She already knows. Wendy's my girlfriend. I should've said back at the library." Stan stroked his hand through his hair and shrugged.

Joslyn sat there in disbelief. Wendy never mentioned anything at all. No one acted like it was a big deal. Sure, that Cartman guy was saying some strange stuff but now it wasn't so strange.

"I had no idea. She never mentioned anything. I should go... So sorry about that. Let her know." Joslyn started to get up off of the blanket.

"You should tell her yourself. Just not right now. It may not be the best time." Stan shrugged.

Joslyn slowly left as Cartman came back and say down beside Stan.

"So you said Wendy was your girlfriend?" Cartman smirked.

"Yeah. But I can't believe Wendy never brought it up." Stan looked over to where Clyde and the girls were still playing soccer.

Cartman started to chuckle as Stan turned to him giving him an annoyed look.

***

A burning pit of fire wouldn't even be enough torture. Something indirect would never get a point across. Something straight up in person would be more pleasing. Wendy stood there visioning all of the rotten things that she could do to Joslyn for what she'd seen. Mercy wasn't an option. Not even since the beginning. This boy she was advancing on was already owned. Wendy could feel her chest hollow out into a black pit. Hatred burned a hole straight through her chest. Being rational and talking it out never existed as an option. She wanted blood to be spilled. She wanted throats to be slit. She wanted Joslyn dead.

Feeling a hand appear on her shoulder made Wendy scream.

"Whoa! Wendy! I'm sorry. It's just I've been trying to get your attention for a minute or two. You've been standing here since you and Cartman went behind the tree to fix his arm. Are you OK?" Stan appeared in front of Wendy with a really concerned look.

"Yes. I'm fine. No worries. I didn't see you." Wendy shook her head trying to get it back together.

"Didn't see me? I was right in front of you." Stan took his hand off her shoulder.

"I zoned out. Sorry I didn't notice." Wendy shook her head again.

"It's cool. I'm just worried about you. You're not jealous of Joslyn, are you?" Stan put his hands in his pockets.

"Of course not. That would be silly." Wendy huffed.

It felt like Stan didn't fully trust her. She could tell from his movements. He looked down and placed a hand on the back of his neck. Afterwards he looked back at her.

"Anyways, the sun is probably going to set soon. Red, Heidi and Clyde already left. I'm about to head off too. Want to come with?" Stan looked up at the sky.

Wendy thought it over, but shook her head. She needed some time to herself right now.

"No. Go on with out me. I need to think for a second. Oh, before I lose you though. How's yours and Kenny's project going." Wendy regained her thoughts and clicked her heels together.

"I think it's going fine. We thought of an idea that having a model heart could help us with our explanations. It's just taking a while to make one." Stan shrugged his shoulders while glancing around.

Stan gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and headed off. Wendy remained still, beginning to float into a sea of clouds. Knowing Stan preferred her to any other girl filled her with love. Enough to fill another person until they exploded covering all nearby ground with their blood. Wendy closed her eyes and let a smile invade her face. She was walking on water.

Soon in her visions, she noticed Joslyn. At first Wendy's smile faded. Until she noticed something else. Right in her range able to be grabbed. She leaned forward and picked up the object. It reflected the light in different ways depending on how she held it. Running her finger across the edge formed the slightest of pains. Removing her finger, she noticed a cut. Blood slowly dripping out. Wendy looked over to where she saw Joslyn, who remained there.

Wendy looked back down at the blade in her hand. A knife. To be more exact, a santoku knife. Perfect for chopping, dicing and mincing ingredients. Wendy began to walk forward. Unable to feel her own heartbeat. Instead, she heard Joslyn's. She hated that. She wanted it to stop. She wanted Joslyn to stop. To stop and never start again. Dead.

"Wendy." Someone called her name, pulling her out of her trance.

She blinked her eyes and saw Cartman still sitting there. He had this look on his face. A scheming look. A look of evil. A look that said, "let me help you."

#south park #spook park #south park au #sp ghoul school au #wendy testaburger #red mcarthur #heidi turner #Clyde Donovan #eric cartman #stan marsh

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Paring: Ron Weasley/Reader

Tags: female reader, hogwarts sixth year, alternate universe - canon divergence, teenagers, teen angst, teen romance, minor lavender brown/ron weasley, bamf hermione granger, requited unrequited love, fluff, angst, plot twists

Summary: The sixth-year at Hogwarts is hard as it is, studying for good grades, keeping friendships and navigating young adulthood. With requited love added to the mix, being a student has never been so difficult.

Word Count: 2,842

Current Date: 2019-09-24

Requester: @curioiscat

In the other five years spent at Hogwarts, being in Hufflepuff house never stopped you from hanging out with Harry, Ron and Hermione. But the sixth year was quickly becoming harder and harder, mostly because of all the little things that you’d never think would stack up. Book smart Hermione was going out with the arse McLagan. Suddenly Harry was getting very good at potions, which you’d usually credit to the lack of Professor Snape’s snark, but even then, it was strange.

Perhaps it was neither of those things that stopped you from hanging out with them all.

And it didn’t help that with all the newfound changes with your group of friends, Ron had changed too. He was much taller since the last time you saw him, his freckles duplicated, his smile wider. Some of that could be due to the fact he was the eldest Weasley at Hogwarts now, the rest from his summer spent with Harry Potter at his house in the countryside. You’d wanted to stay with the Weasley’s, but your gran in Wales was hosting the family reunion and your family didn’t miss those sorts of events.

Ever since Dumbledore’s Army took on the ministry, your feelings for Ron had multiplied, mostly because it was you who got him out from his mishaps with the brains. It wasn’t just because of his pretty face, he said dumb things that made you smile.

There was a Hogsmeade trip coming up, and it was scheduled a week before Halloween. Usually, there wasn’t anything to make a big deal out of. It was just another trip. But you were sixteen years old, and with the pumpkin-riddled festivities blooming, it was opportune for students to make it…romantic.

“You could take Cho,” Ron joked. “You know, since the last time you took her to Hogsmeade went so well.”

“You’re a prat,” Harry retorted. He whacked at his friend with the roll of parchment he was supposed to be essaying with. It bonked Ron on the forehead, “you know that, right?”

“Oh, be quiet, I don’t want to be kicked out again!” Hermione shushed.

You looked at Ron. “Have you asked anyone yet?”

Knowing Ron and Harry, there was a low to no chance that they’d asked anyone. You knew that because at the Yule Ball in the fourth year, they had taken forever to get dates for the dance. You even got a date for it before Ron had even considered you; which, much to your chagrin, was after he asked Hermione.

“I’m going with Lavender Brown,” he said, in a chipper tone. “I asked her after Quidditch practice yesterday. I think she fancies me.”

You look at Harry and Hermione. While he looked dubiously at his friend, Hermione wasn’t paying any mind, writing quickly in small lettering on her essay. While you weren’t the best person to intervene on this because of your other hesitations - i.e. your own feelings for Ron - you had to say something.

“You know, she can be a tad obsessive.” You tell him, and lower your voice as to not attract attention from the other students studying in the library, “You remember Trelawny’s prediction about her rabbit?”

“That was our third year,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m pretty sure we’ve all matured since we were thirteen.”

Harry continued to look at Ron in a dubious nature.

Setting her quill into the inkwell, Hermione looked to you. She had to be your closest friend, and the pair of you knew each other well. She gave you a small smile, and asked, “Has anyone asked you for the trip yet, ________?”

“No,” you look at your hands, feeling a little silly. If there was one thing that Hermione knew, it was that Ron was not emotionally mature, even if he was puberty’s poster boy. “I was going to ask Neville since we’re both good at Herbology, but he’s going with -,”

“I’ll go with you, ________.” Harry interrupted.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at Harry. This time nobody was dubious.

“You don’t have to, I know you’d rather go with someone you fancy,” you say quickly, feeling sort of put on the spot. “Like, you know…anyone else.”

“We can go as friends,” Harry added. “Do you want to come too, Hermione?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, why not. It’s not like I’ll get much homework done if I stay behind anyway.”

Ron made a funny noise. “Looks like I’m the only one who gets to snog this trip to Hogsmeade,” he boasted, looking rather proud.

You look down at your hands.

---

While Quidditch itself was the sweetheart of the school, any match that involved Gryffindor versus Slytherin made everyone go mad with adrenaline.

It was a very anticipated thing, to put it mildly. Luna wore her lion hat again, this time charmed to sound like Dumbledore shouting “ten points to Gryffindor!” every time Gryffindor scored points with the quaffle. You were supposed to sit with the Hufflepuffs, but you managed to sneak away to the place where Luna, Hermione and Neville were sitting nearby the Gryffindor seats. While you didn’t much like Quidditch seeing as Hufflepuff never really won, whenever it was a match against Slytherin you took the side of anyone against the emerald and silver house.

You were excited to watch Ginny Weasley play, her first game as a Chaser. Ron was back as a Keeper, Harry as Seeker. Not that you’d memorised the reclaimed verses of Weasley is Our King in preparation, but you were wearing one of Hermione’s old red and gold scarves.

While Ginny was scoring like a fiend, the Slytherin beaters were working up a storm for the Gryffindor beaters to keep the bludgers from, well, bludgeoning their own. Neville kept his eye on Harry, anticipating where the snitch would be, and Luna waved a handmade flag that simply said roar! In her handwriting.

You watched Ron.

He spent every second of the game covering the goalposts, and for every goal that Ginny scored, he kept out four. In fact, you weren’t sure if he hadn’t had something special on his side, it was so spectacular. It made you almost wish you could bottle up the confidence.

“Harry’s seen the snitch!” Neville cried, pointing.

You could see a glint of gold above, and you watched with bated breath as Harry began to dive for it, prompting Draco to follow in pursuit. It seemed like the rest of the players were watching too, except, the Slytherin chasers, who took the advantage and began to move to score during the distraction.

“Watch out, Ron!” you shout, standing up.

You’re not sure if he heard you, or if he saw them coming, but as soon as they neared, he blocked the shot, and Madame Hooch blew her whistle. Surely enough, Harry had caught the snitch, and Gryffindor won the game.

“What was the score again?” Luna asked Neville.

“Four hundred and fifty to eighty,” he replied, almost giddy. You felt the same glee as him; you could only imagine Professor Snape’s sour mood in Defence Against the Dark Arts to follow the game. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can,” Hermione grinned.

As the team were dismounting their brooms, the stands starting to empty, the majority of the Gryffindors and those who were rooting for them began to sing the anthem of the house, the ode to Ron Weasley. And now Ginny, seeing as she was also a Weasley. You’d try and work out if you could adapt the new version of it to mention her.

But as you neared the team, wanting to congratulate Harry and Ron, you watched as Lavender Brown beat you to it, and flung herself into Ron’s long arms.

“Oh, they’re still a thing,” Hermione commented. She sounded dismayed. Inside, you felt it too.

---

The celebrations afterwards happen in the Great Hall, where everyone parades through with the victorious hoisted on their shoulders. You would go and shake hands with the captain of Slytherin usually as a show of sportsmanship, but you’re swept into the parade of Gryffindors. As the evening progresses, the celebrations don’t die down; they are just moved on the other side of the Fat Lady portrait, of which you’re invited to join by Neville.

It’s a fun celebration behind closed doors; the glory-seeking Gryffindors get a little rowdy after a few bottles of butterbeer are drunken, someone charmed a few instruments to play in the corner, and people are dancing. You’re quietly standing in the corner, talking to Harry when you notice Ron in the middle of the room.

“I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas,” Harry says, but you can’t quite focus on his words.

You’re watching Ron, seeing him in almost slow-motion. It was funny how you’d always fancied him; it was at first like a mosquito bite, painful, and aching. You’d met him rather abruptly at the end of the first year when he and Hermione were racing to find Professor McGonagall following what wouldn’t be the first of their misadventures with Harry. He’d run headlong into you while turning a corner, and the both of you sprawled across the hallway like bowling pins.

After that, you just sort of kept your ache to yourself, and grew more and more lovesick as the years went by. That’s how crushes worked, right? You kept them to yourself, and that way, your heart was never broken.

Lavender Brown approached Ron, and you almost felt jealous of her courage. She was a true Gryffindor, gutsy and brave. And using these traits, you watched as she took Ron’s face in her hands and kissed him.

You couldn’t stay a second longer and left Harry by himself.

You were halfway down the hallway when you heard your name, and turning, you saw Hermione in pursuit. She caught up to you quite easily, but you tried to hide your face. You hadn’t realised you’d started crying until you blinked, and then it just wouldn’t stop.

“He’s such a prat,” she said, dismayed.

You sniff, unable to stop yourself from looking to her. “You like him. I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “I like pumpkin juice, but I wouldn’t snog it,” she replied and approached you with open arms. “Besides, anyone with eyes would know you’re into him.

“Even Harry?”

“Merlin, no,” Hermione chuckles. “Even with his glasses, that boy can’t see anything beyond his nose.”

You find the both of you are in an alcove of the castle, tucked against the wall beside a window. There’s lots of moonlight tonight, and it spills inside like a shower of silver light that makes you think of a myth or an incandescent waterfall. While you sniffle, Hermione waves her wand, and wordlessly, conjures a handkerchief, appliqued with flowers.

You’re curled into her side, upset, and nearly don’t hear the footsteps down the hallway. By the voices alone, it’s Lavender Brown, and no doubt, Ron Weasley. You glance up from Hermione’s shoulder, and through your watery gaze, you see them both there, watching you, hesitant, but with an undeniable joy across their faces.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Lavender giggles to Ron.

It’s then you see their hands, fingers interwoven. You stand up abruptly. In a swift movement, you take your wand out and pointing it at the pair of them, you cast, “relashio!” the same time that Hermione conjures a small flock of canaries, and mutters “oppugno!”

Their hands snap back to their sides, and eyes wide, you watch as they flee the onslaught of birds, taking their leave from your presence.

“Are you okay?” she takes the remaining bird from the air above her head, quietly placing it in your hands. It nestles in, and its warmth distracts you from the chill spreading across your chest. “I swear that boy has the-,”

“It’s okay,” you sigh.

Bringing the bird flush against your cheek, you sigh once more. As it nips at your face, the charm wears off, and a shower of canary yellow glitter fills your hands. It falls through, like sand in the hands of a man lost in the desert, and you feel the same way.

---

You try to keep your distance from the exchanges between Ron and Lavender by staying away. In fact, the next time you have time to be in Harry and Hermione’s company is the next Hogsmeade trip, which is just before Christmas. Harry got an owl from his aunt and uncle that he could stay at the Burrow, as did Hermione, and you. While you’re not so much happy to be around Ron so much, the thought of being with Ginny, the twins, and Charlie made it seem a little easier to bear.

“I don’t know what to get you both for Christmas,” you say, shoving your hands into your pockets as you walk the streets of Hogsmeade. You pass Madame Puddifoots, and Zonko’s, but nothing inside makes you feel a tug.

“I could do with another quill,” Harry says offhand.

Hermione takes the end of her scarf and thwacks him lightly. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re rich enough to buy any number of quills you’d ever want.” She reprimands.

The bookshop looks quiet, and you look in the window before entering.

“________, it’s unlikely they’re in there.” Harry says, uncharacteristically mindful. “…Hermione, don’t you need to buy something for your mum?”

“We’ll meet you at the Three Broomsticks after for butterbeer,” Hermione says, a cheeriness to her voice.

You do love butterbeer.

You take a deep breath as your two friends walk off and square your shoulders to enter the bookstore. It’s a marvellous place, filled with school textbooks and empty notebooks and dotted with copies of popular books that were often borrowed from the library. The owner is busy with a customer you can’t quite see in the rear of the store, and so you’re free to browse.

Usually, you’d gift your friends handknitted scarves or candles made in your dormitory, but this year you hadn’t had the time, nor headspace for such things.

Your hand falls upon a copy of Hogwarts: A History at the same time as another customer. Your hands brush, their skin warm, and you withdraw, an apology ready at the tip of your lips. But as you turn, you see that it’s no other than -

“Ron,” you say, the same time he says,

“________,”

You go back for the book, and in his hesitation, you withdraw it from the shelf. You hold it close to your chest, and when you face him properly. It’s been almost a month since you cast that jinx on him. You notice that his hair is tidier today, jeans a good inch above his ankles, but there’s a new look in his eyes.

“How’s…er, Lavender?” you ask him, hesitant.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.” He pockets his hands, and adds, “I broke up with her. She was a bit clingy; it was hard to think straight.” He nods toward you, a small, wan smile upon his lips. He adds, quietly, “I missed you.”

You blink. “You never saw me if I wasn’t with Harry and Hermione,” you say, quiet, unsure. You take a deep breath, feeling rather mature. “Why now?”

“I’m a prat,” he says, abruptly. “I can’t believe it took nearly losing my friend to realise I want to be more than that to her.” he rubs at his face, and there’s a redness underneath his freckles. “To you.” He amends.

“I don’t want my heartbroken,” you say quickly. “I don’t want to be another Lavender.” You narrow your eyes, pursing your lips a little, regarding your friend, evaluating. “Well…you better make it up to me. I’m meeting Harry and Hermione at the Three.”

“I’ll buy you a drink,” he says.

“First, I’ve got to buy this,” you tell him, looking at the copy of Hogwarts: A History. You begin moving toward the owner of the store and their register. “It’s a present for Harry.”

“That reminds me, I’ve got to get some tea for my mum,” Ron tells you. “On the way to the Three -,”

“Madame Puddifoot’s, yeah,” you reply. “Sure.”

---

Hermione and Harry sit at their often-used table, the first round of butterbeer half-drank. The only people coming into the Three Broomsticks are teachers, and wizards from Hogsmeade coming in to whet their whistles. Harry looked down at his mug, a smile tugging at his tankard.

“What are you up to, Harry?” Hermione scrutinises, eyes narrow.

“Oh, nothing,” he says, taking another sip. If his mouth was full, he couldn’t reply. But Hermione was persistent, holding his gaze. He swallowed, and feeling rather proud of himself, he said, “I can’t help it if Ron’s DADA textbook was covered in spilt ink yesterday.” He shrugged and took another swig of his drink.

Hermione beamed at his craftiness. “And I can’t help it if I merely suggested to ________ that you’d be better off reading Bathilda Bagshot’s book,” she smirked.

The pair clinked their tankards and took another swig.

#Ron Weasley #ron weasley imagine #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley/reader #ron weasley x oc #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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FMA Gift Exchange 2019!

Title: Snow Day

Rating: T+

Relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Trisha Elric/ Van Hohenheim

Cross- Posted on AO3 (link)

This is my (kinda late :/ ) gift to @melissamelody for the @fmagiftexchange on Tumblr. They said that anything would do, and I was inspired to do a cute fluffy snow thing because I have never gotten a lot of snow over the holidays due to where I live, and I'm finally about to get some up at my college, so it has been on my mind a lot! I hope you enjoy!

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It took Ed several loud thunks to realize he had been awoken by snowballs. On his window. Flicking his gaze to the alarm clock a foot from his face, Ed rolled his eyes and nestled deeper into his pillow.

‘8:00 am! What kind of cruel fuckery is this?’

The thuds continued for far too long, hitting square in his window just when he thought the tirade over. After about the millionth thud, a new sound disgraced Ed’s sleepy daze: the loud buzz of his phone on the mattress by his ear. With an indignant grunt, he rolled his face to the edge of the pillow (out of the nice, warm divot his head had made through the night) to glance at the screen.

‘Message from Roy <3 : Get up! Hands r numb from snowballs :( ‘

“Of fucking course,” Ed grumbled, pulling himself blankets and all from bed and over to the window that stood mockingly across the room from him. He pushed the window open as far as it would go, leaning out into the frigid winter air cocooned into his comforter indignantly.

Below him stood his stupid neighbor-boyfriend, covered to the hat in flakes of snow and a truly ridiculous number of floral coats and scarves. Around him spots of frozen grass were visible where the teen had scooped up snow to form his projectile annoyances. He smiled radiantly up at Ed’s scowl, “Morning! Look, it’s snowing!”

Ed rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I can tell, dumbass Southerner. You look like you’ve been rolling around in that shit for hours.”

In response, Roy just shrugged, still grinning like an idiot, “And you look like a quilted burrito.”

“…Paisley marshmallow.”

“Grumpy caterpillar.”

“Bastard.”

“Killjoy—Oh, good morning Mrs. Elric!” Sure enough, Ed turned to where Roy looked, spotting his mom’s head poking out from the front corner of his house.

“I thought I heard something! What’re you doing out here Roy?” Trisha asked.

“Serenading your son, ma’am.”

Ed snorted, “Yeah, with projectile snow. Mom, tell him to stop being shitty and let me sleep.” Trisha looked up, noticing Ed’s disgruntled form. She laughed, “Oh my, I see I’ve interrupted! Roy, dear, why don’t you come inside and have some coffee? You look near frozen.”

Ed let out a betrayed shout following Roy’s polite ‘yes ma’am’, “You’re supposed to be on my side Mom!”

Trisha scoffed, “And pass up the chance pick on you? Oh, please, I’m your mother! Get dressed, it’s a beautiful day to be up early.”

“Ugh, fine.” The blonde stuck his tongue out at Roy’s smirk before pulling his head from outside, relishing in the warmth of his room tingling against his cold cheeks.

He hefted the window closed, letting his comforter fall to the wayside in the process. After struggling into a less-rumpled sweater and jeans, Ed gave his invitingly unmade on last, wistful look before leaving his room to face whatever bad joke he could hear Roy politely laughing at downstairs. In the kitchen, Ed found his boyfriend (shed of his comical layers of warmth) receiving a mug of coffee from a scrub-clad Trisha at the table, his similarly-clothed dad tapping away on his phone by the counter where it was plugged in.

“Work day?” Ed asked, making Hohenheim look up. “We were called in a minute ago. Apparently, the snow caught a lot of people by surprise and the ER’s packed.”

“And because a ton of people are injured, you decided to wear matching cat scrubs?” The blonde teen took the coffee proffered to him by his mom and sat by Roy, who kicked his foot lightly in greeting. He kicked back.

“It couldn’t have been a nice coincidence?” Trisha asked innocently.

“Absolutely not.” Ed deadpanned, sipping the coffee and finding it pleasantly over-sweetened. He turned to Roy, whom he found gazing out the window at the flake-coated tree in the (other) neighbor’s lawn. The former elbowed the arm not holding a mug of coffee and asked, “What haven’t you done yet in the snow? Since I just so happen to be up this early, we might as well do something.”

The dark-haired teen was silent for a moment, sipping thoughtfully at his drink, “I’ve really only been in my yard today. Maybe we should walk around.”

Trisha interjected before Ed could comment, “That’s a lovely idea! The park always looks beautiful in this weather. Just be careful; as much as I love spending time with you, Ed, I don’t want you making any unexpected visits to us at work today. You wither, Roy, your aunt would have a fit.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Kissass.”

“It’s my Southern hospitality, Ed.”

The aforementioned scoffed, “You’ve been out of there for like a year and a half, the hospitality shoulda worn off by now.”

Roy faked an affronted look, “A gentleman never loses his hospitality!”

“A gentleman who throws snow at his boyfriend to wake him up at 8 am?”

“Yep!”

Ed let out a small laugh, “You’re hopeless. C’mon, it’ll take half an hour just to put all of your coats back on- best go ahead and get started.”

“I like being warm. ‘S not my fault Riza stole my good coat to walk Hayate.”

“You aren’t going to have breakfast?” Hohenheim asked Ed as he grabbed his keys and herded his giggly wife out the door.

“I’ll eat later.” Ed waved his parents off as they closed the door, leaving the young couple sitting with their coffees at the small kitchen table. The blonde turned to the other, “My family’s way too used to you, you know that?”

“I prefer to think they’re just the right amount used to me,” he stood, walking to his coat-pile, “Besides, I could say the same for you and Aunt Chris.

Ed huffed, moving beside Roy and taking his thick red coat from its hook, “That’s different- Miss Chris’s been out neighbor forever. My folks’ve only known you for like a year. You’re just way too charming for a seventeen-year-old.”

“Seventeen and a half, thanks. And you’re too grumpy for a sixteen-and-three-quarters-year-old. Ready?” He had just finished putting his final scarf (purple with blue roses) on as Ed yanked some gloves on and opened the front door.

The blonde was still cringing from the blast of cold air as Roy sped out into the blanketed lawn. He gained his bearings and joined, standing with his boyfriend in the whiteness.

“It’s so peaceful.” The older teen commented, looking into the cloudy sky serenely.

Ed hummed his agreement, crunching over to the shoveled-off sidewalk, “Let’s go,” he said with a small smile.

Side by side, the two strolled in peaceful silence, Roy taking in the new scenery and Ed silently enjoying his boyfriend’s company. The park sat two blocks from their houses, and since the neighborhood did not boast of a huge population of children, the mid-morning snow sat untouched on the park’s grass and benches.

“Your mom was right, Ed, it really is beautiful here. Look at the trees!” Roy exclaimed, grabbing Ed’s gloved hand in his own and dragging him further into the space. They ended up under one of said trees, the branches little black outlines against the piles of snow atop them. Both were content to be close to one another, looking around at the scenery for a time.

The moment, of course, was not destined to last, as just then two particularly large snowballs collided with their faces quite spectacularly. Both teens startled back, stuttering and wiping the freezing material off of their faces. Ed whipped his face to the tree’s large trunk, behind which he could hear uproarious laughter and two excited dogs’ barking.

Just as Roy shouted an indignant, “Riza!”, Ed yelled, “Fuck off Winry! You too Al!” Three giggling blonde heads popped out from around the tree, Den and Hayate yipping at their heels.

Quicker to react than Ed, Roy responded to the attack with a chunk of snow to Riza’s face. She was still in shock, then grinned and made to form a new ball. They scattered, laughing, and the wintry war was on.

~End~

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