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waveypedia · 4 years

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My good fellow could I possibly request some *ahem* fenro?

you totally can my dude! tysm!

(Can’t Get You) Outta My Head

Three forty-two AM.

It is three forty-two AM and Gyro’s brain is completely blank.

He lowers his head slowly into his awaiting palms. Blueprints swim behind his eyes. Even in his imagination, they make no sense.

He bangs his head gently on the desk through his hands. He has no ideas. No ideas. No ideas. No ide….

“Dr. Gearloose?”

Gyro jerks awake. He fumbles with his glasses and smooths down the wrinkles of his shirt in vain in an attempt to appear somewhat functional. To pretend he hadn’t just been sleeping at his desk on the job.

Oh, who was he kidding. This is Cabrera, the duck who had seen him chug six consecutive Redbulls and two pots of coffee in an attempt to stay awake for a week during crunch time on a project. There was no point in pretending.

Still, Gyro’s pride demanded that he not fall asleep during the conversation, so he slowly spun around in his desk chair to face his former intern and did his best to not drop his head in his hands. “Cabrera.”

The aforementioned duck stands in front of him, hands clasped behind his back, nervous energy radiating off of him. “Dr. Gearloose, you look…”

“Horrible?” Gyro supplies dryly. “Like death himself?”

“Eh, Mrs. Beakley showed me a picture of Death after training one day. He doesn’t look too bad,” Fenton says, offhandedly. Gyro is too tired to fully process what that means.

Gyro is losing his internal battle. His eyelids are drooping. He props up his hand up on the arm of his chair, and his internal battle only rages for a few seconds before his head falls into it. (It feels like utter hours.)

Fenton pauses from whatever tirade he’s about to launch into and reexamines Gyro with a new fervor. “Dr. Gearloose?”

“Mmph?” Gyro replies, too tired to come up with a coherent response. It’s hard enough to form his thoughts into strings of words and sentences that make sense to everyone else on a good day. Today, he’s too tired to come up with words in the first place.

“Are you sure you’re alright to keep working?” Fenton questions, a little bit hesitantly, but he knows his boss well by now. “I can get out the cot. O-or drive you home?”

Gyro blinks hazily up at Fenton. “You can drive?”

It’s not really what he intended to say, but it gets the focus off him and his energy level. Besides, Gyro can’t drive, so he tends to assume no one can until proven otherwise. It’s not his best trait; it’s just how his brain works.

Gyro realizes while he’s been processing his thoughts to himself, Fenton replied, and he has no idea what Fenton said.

Maybe that’s for the best. It’s not like he would be able to form an eloquent reply anyway.

“Dr. Gearloose,” Fenton says, a little more firmly this time. Maybe whatever Fenton said was important. “Gyro.”

“Hmm?” Gyro replies. His eyelids are slipping closed. They can’t close, he has to stay awake, he has to stay awake-!

“Ooohkay,” Fenton mutters, more to himself than to Gyro. Gyro doesn’t reply. At the silence, Fenton steps closer, closer, too close-! and kneels next to Gyro’s desk chair. He slips an arm around Gyro’s middle and starts to help him up.

Fenton, pressed against him, is soft and warm, and Gyro might fall asleep right then and there if not for the spurt of internal panic and adrenaline that comes with Fenton’s proximity. His figurative internal processor restarts panickedly, but it sputters and won’t function. Gyro is left with panic coursing through his body but unable to do anything about it. He just stares at the hazy, soft figure of Fenton. It takes every ounce of strength in his body to not lean his head on Fenton’s shoulder, no matter how soft and warm Fenton is, and how inviting his shoulder looks.

Gyro somehow lets Fenton haul him to his feet, and they take slow, wavering steps over to the cot at the end of the lab. At some point during all of this, Lil’ Bulb had hopped off of his charging station, grabbed a pair of snap glowsticks (where the hell did he get those?), and is leading them over like a traffic conductor.

As they reach their destination, Gyro’s brain suddenly kicks into high gear as he realizes what Fenton’s intentions are. “Wait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! I can’t sleep, Cabrera, I have a job to do-”

“You and I both know Mr. McDuck hates that we stay in here off the clock,” Fenton reprimands him, not shaken at all, and Gyro feels heat rushing to his cheeks. Cabrera is significantly less bumbling than he remembers, and when the hell did his awkward little intern become so comfortable with him?!

Akita never would’ve-

Wait.

I will not be like Akita. I will not be like Akita. Akita was horrible to me, and Boyd. He is not a good role model. I will be a better mentor for my not-intern. I will not be like Akita.

It is with that thought in mind that Gyro refrains himself from struggling as Fenton eases him onto the chaise, and ohhh the chaise is so soft, nothing like his uncomfortable desk chair, and suddenly Gyro’s not regretting this as much as he thought he would.

The one thing he misses is Fenton’s warmth as his coworker eases away. Gyro resists the urge to shiver as he slides his glasses off his nose and puts them down next to his head. He’s pretty sure Fenton picks them up and puts them in a more secure place (good thinking), but his eyelids are already slipping closed and the fight to stay awake is long, long lost.

The relationship that Akita and I had is nothing like the relationship Fenton and I have, anyway.

Gyro freezes. Panic shoots through his body. All thoughts of sleeping are now gone.

Where the hell did that thought come from?!

It’s true. Gyro won’t contest that. But it’s… it’s weird to think about his relationship with Fenton that way.

But he does miss Fenton’s body heat. Yes, that’s it. He’s cold. The lab is underwater, and the sterile lights are blinding. Not a good environment for sleep. Not homey and cozy. Fenton is.

“Fenton?” Gyro mumbles. Without his usual sharp precision, it comes out more like Fen-uhn, the way Huey says it.

Between Gyro’s fatigue and lack of glasses, Fenton is simply a mere brown blur. Gyro almost misses how the blur stiffens and startles at the sound of his voice. “Yes, Dr. Gearloose?”

Gyro suddenly realizes he doesn’t have the energy to translate the abstract idea of what he wants into words. He doesn’t even know what he wants. Just… Fenton. Fenton’s presence.

When Gyro doesn’t reply, Fenton comes over, worried. “Dr. Gearloose? Gyro? Oh what am I doing, he probably fell asleep.”

Gyro grumbles indignantly at that, making Fenton chuckle. The scientist hovers awkwardly at the edge of the cot, unsure. Gyro isn’t sure either, but he’s too damn tired to doubt himself.

Fenton starts and yelps with surprise when an arm shoots out from beneath Gyro’s lump of body mass (that’s exactly what he feels like right now) and wraps ungracefully around his waist, like a petulant cat. “Umm… Dr. Gearloose?”

Gyro mumbles again and tugs the lump of soft and warm in his arms closer.

“O-okay… um… I guess we’re doing this,” Fenton mumbles, more to himself than to Gyro. He sits down delicately on the chaise, on the very edge as to not disturb Gyro. No longer pulling Fenton towards him, Gyro’s arms sag and flop into Fenton’s lap. He no longer has the energy to pull Fenton in, but his arms still rest around Fenton all the same.

For a couple minutes, they sit like that. Fenton perched on the very edge of the cot, ready to jump off at any minute, but as the time passes he slowly relaxes into Gyro’s arms.

It’s not enough for Gyro’s sleep-addled sense, and slowly, oh so slowly, he tugs Fenton just a little closer.

He doesn’t want to disturb Fenton, but also he’s tired, so so tired, too tired to be polite. Fenton is warm and soft, and that’s what Gyro wants.

So when Fenton doesn’t respond to his too-subtle tugging, he sighs and yanks Fenton into his arms.

Fenton squeaks with shock, but Gyro’s too tired to notice the social faux pas he’s just made. With Fenton close in his arms, he promptly falls asleep, Fenton still entangled in his unbreakable embrace.

Fenton slowly twists his head as far as it can go, trying to gauge Gyro’s level of wakefulness. After successfully deciphering that he probably can’t get up without disturbing Gyro, he lets out a soft sigh and relaxes into Gyro’s embrace.

It’s… surprisingly comfortable. Not surprisingly. Fenton doesn’t know why he would be surprised. It makes sense. It’s almost four in the morning and he’s curled up on a chaise lounge with someone cuddling him.

But that someone is Dr. Gyro Gearloose, and that’s panic-inducing enough for Fenton on its own.

Fenton’s eyelids are drooping closed, and as he’s slipping into sleep’s waiting arms he recognizes the irony of him trying to get Gyro to go to sleep and falling asleep himself as well.

Manny comes into the lab promptly at seven AM, takes in the picture before him, and promptly leaves. But not before phoning Mr. McDuck and taking Lil’ Bulb out for a boys’ night on the town.

As for Mr. McDuck, he borrows Launchpad’s phone to snap a couple blackmail photos (which inexplicably get sent to Della, no she has no idea how that happened) before banging his cane against the wall.

“Oi! Wake UP!!! I’m paying you to work, not cuddle!! Bless me bagpipes…”

Scrooge leaves to do his own job and gets back to haggling with the Board, leaving the two very flustered scientists to sort themselves out.

Gyro buys time by fumbling around for his glasses, trying to hide the bright blush that colors his feathers. Luckily for Fenton, he can’t see the matching one on Fenton’s face.

“Here,” Fenton mumbles, passing the glasses to Gyro. “I put them on your desk.”

“Thanks,” Gyro replies, stilted. “That was… nice of you.”

They both know he’s not only thinking about the glasses.

“Should we… I don’t know, talk about this?” Fenton guesses, rubbing a hand awkwardly along the side of his arm. His usually meticulously ironed tie is wrinkled and rumpled like he just got out of a fight or an experiment, but the day has barely started.

Gyro rubs at his eyes under his glasses, still blinking sleep away. “I don’t know… I barely remember what happened. I was at my desk, and… an’ you helped me to the chaise, I think…?”

“Yeah, that sounds right,” Fenton replies. After a beat, he continues, hesitantly and warily. “And then… you, you, um, hugged me. And wouldn’t let go.”

Gyro’s head snaps up, panic sparking in his gut. “I- Huh?”

“Yeah.” Fenton rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. He won’t meet Gyro’s gaze. “You’ve, um, got an awful tight grip when you’re sleeping.”

“I… um… thanks?” Gyro hedges. The cards did not cover this.

He takes a deep breath.

“Listen, Cabrera,” he begins. “I… it’s not always easy to fall asleep here. Especially on that couch. It always feels so… exposed.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air for a few moments before Gyro continues.

“I guess… you made me feel safe enough to fall asleep. So… thank you.”

Fenton’s been working for and with Gyro far long enough to know that thank-yous, second only to apologies, are not easy for the scientist to get out. So it means even more. He ducks his head awkwardly, hiding his blush. “Um, you’re welcome. It was actually really nice.”

“Yeah,” Gyro echoes softly, fondly, then freezes, wishing he could take the words back. But when he chances a slow glance up at Fenton’s face, the duck doesn’t look all too bothered by the sentiment.

“So… what now?” Fenton wonders, half to himself. None of his M’ma’s telenovas or his superhero comics from boyhood ever taught him what to do in these kinds of moments.

“Get back to work, I suppose,” Gyro shrugs, although he’s not very enthusiastic. Truthfully, he’d much rather spend his day cuddling with Fenton - which is saying something, since Gyro’s one true passion is inventing. “We don’t want Mr. McDuck to come down here and yell at us again.”

“Yeah,” Fenton replies, disappointed. He slowly turns away, gathering up his blueprints from where he scattered them a few hours ago.

One of his blueprints is currently residing on Gyro’s desk. Fenton saves that one for last, not wanting to face more awkward moments. But once all the rest of his blueprints are safely piled on his desk in the former bathroom, he has to face the music.

Fenton takes a deep breath and strides up to Gyro’s desk.

Gyro had been massaging his temples, trying to fend off a headache, but he glances up at Fenton. He’s not annoyed like he usually is when Fenton interrupts him, but doesn’t look happy, either.

“Cabrera,” Gyro breathes. Maybe he is annoyed. “What do you need?”

To Fenton’s credit, he has every intention to simply grab his blueprint and go. Today would become a moment he’d tuck away in his brain, trying to forget it and cherishing it at the same time.

But instead, some other desire takes over.

When it’s done, he can’t explain his actions, but he doesn’t regret them, either.

Fenton reaches for his blueprint, which is right by Gyro’s hands. Then he stops.

His hands turn to Gyro’s instead, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s pulled Gyro into a kiss.

It’s already happening when Fenton finally processes exactly what is going on. Gyro’s eyes are blown wide behind his glasses, but neither of them pull away. At least, not right away.

When they do, Fenton’s hair is ruffled and Gyro is gaping like a fish. His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

Fenton doesn’t say anything either. Neither of them know what to say. They just keep staring at each other.

Gyro was never too comfortable with silence, though, not like this. At long last, the inventor clears his throat. “Um. So.”

Fenton’s brain kickstarts at the sound of Gyro’s voice, hesitant and shocked, and immediately a million apologies fly to the tip of his tongue. But they never get a chance to see the light of day.

“I could get used to that,” Gyro mumbles, then immediately snaps his hands over his bill, slamming it shut. But the damage is done.

If the two scientists weren’t blushing before, they definitely are now.

“Me too,” Fenton replies before he can stop himself. The corners of Gyro’s bill quirk up in the faintest of smiles, just for a moment.

This time Gyro’s the one to grab Fenton by the tie and pull him close for a second round.

okay this is all over the place haha but i just kinda wanted to get it done! it was supposed to be for fenro week, but that’s over now, so oh well. i might try to do something for weblena week since that’s happening now but idk.

definitely projecting a lil on gyro here with the bit about not being able to directly translate your thoughts into words that other people understand all the time, and how it gets worse when you’re tired. gyro definitely reads as neurodivergent to me, and i hc him as autistic (projecting lol), so that’s how i write him! i had a conversation today with some friends about kins and hcs today and one of my friends reads him as adhd, which is totally valid too. he’s definitely neurodivergent coded.

idk where i was going with that lol but enjoy!

title is from outta my head by somi. it’s not really all that relevant to the fic itself but it just kinda stuck with me while i started the fic. anyway i hope you like it! @fenro-week

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell-cabrera #fenro #ducktales fanfiction #wavey writes #fenroweek #fenro week #fenro week 2020 #fenton crackshell cabrera

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crowleyellestair · 4 years

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How would geralt react to accidentally hitting his partner? Maybe they were right behind him and he didn’t notice and so accidentally smacked them or they spooked him while he was very focused and so he lashed out.

AN// I had so many ideas for this, that I wrote them all out, and decided on this one. Let me know, and I’m down for posting the others, they’re just shorter.

There are many things in life Y/n was cautious about. From walking through a city alleyway at night to checking all the hiding spaces whenever their group stayed in an inn. Living on the run with Geralt to keep Ciri safe had brought many of those habits to their limit. It got to the point where she wouldn’t take any food or drink given by strangers. It had been months after Ciri was passed to Yen, yet tensions in civilized areas were still high. A year had gone by prior with those precautions in place, so losing them were hard. Of course, there was one place Y/n could always feel safe, and that was her home. Luckily, her home traveled with her as it was her witcher, Geralt.

It had taken Ciri for the two to realize how important the other was. The love and trust that went into raising an orphan princess who was on the run from an entire empire was immense. That isn’t to say that there weren’t ups and downs, but despite the turmoil the three had to endure, they were a family. Jaskier and Yen fit into the picture, of course, but the trio had an unbreakable bond. The types of trials they had to fly through certainly differed, but it was what made them stronger together.

Y/n had always joked that there wasn’t much left to endure, as they had already gone through every test life and destiny could throw at them. However, she was proven wrong in the Mahakam Mountains. They had been given a contract for a Forktail who was scouring and devouring anything through the passes. The way up to the nest was tricky, and it took an extra two days to climb. They were lucky in finding a small cave, so once they had killed the creature, they made a small camp in the shelter to rest.

By the time camp was set, Geralt was already quickly fading into meditation, deciding to finish the potion replenishing for after. Y/n simply smiled as she saw, and quickly took over the task, easily doing it for him. While Vesemir would have his hide for telling Y/n the ingredients to every potion, it helped to have a knowing, helping hand. It certainly saved time, and with the extra hours, they could lounge around, and rest wrapped in each other before they set off again.

The woman made quick work of most of the potions, though they were running extremely low on Arenaria. There was a decision to be made, whether it should go towards Thunderbolt or Cat, and she was certainly not going to make it for him. The sun had gone down hours ago, and the cave reeked of potions, but Y/n had roused the man from meditation countless times. Y/n kneeled somewhat behind him, hand on his shoulder. At first, she let out quiet coos of his name before she started to laugh. Usually, he would be up by then, but it seemed he needed real rest. She shook him a smidge before raising her tone and pitch. After another minute, her voice morphed into wacky voices, amusing herself as she tried to wake her lover.

Geralt hadn’t meant to hurt Y/n, alright? By the time he was brought to consciousness, it was dark, he was being shaken, a low, distorted voice of Y/n called, and he couldn’t smell her. He easily whipped his arm around, elbow thunking the cheek of the thing, and launched himself over it. When still bright, yet wide eyes peered at his, his heart sank. They both laid there for a moment, neither knowing what to do. The witcher felt his chest tighten and a painful tingle creep up behind his nose and eyes. His throat had bile flood it, and his hands shook from the need to touch. But his mind refused to let him move them, refused to touch her cheek. Geralt’s mind screamed at him that this was it. That he had laid a hand on her, no matter if it was an accident, and it was over. He had hurt the only person he had found true love in. That he destroyed everything he touched, and he deserved to be left-

Y/n didn’t know why, but a giggle bubbled out of her. Her cheek was on fire, though she knew it was a simple mistake. She had been in the middle of her Vesemir impression when he stirred, and the thought of that had been funny.

“I’m glad to know my Vesemir impression was good enough to finally make you stir.” A smile adorned the end of it, though the twinge of pain with it made it drop.

“I-…” Geralt’s mind was running a mile a minute. Why was she smiling? What impression? Where was the screaming? Who was he to still be allowed to touch her- even be over her? The witcher quickly moved off of her, but she followed him up. Her hand found his, even as it tried to slither away.

“Hey, it’s ok. It was my fault.”

“Your…? I…What are you…I hit you, and it’s your fault?” Worry flooded her features as she flooded his personal space. Y/n quickly pushed herself towards him, cupping his scared visage.

“I woke you up with funny voices right after a fight. We’re in an unknown place, and even I think it smells too much in here. There was nothing relaxing about the environment when you woke up.” She watched as anger flashed through his look, though she knew it was all pointed inwards.

“I still should have known. This,” his gloved thumb brushed over the red that pulsed throughout the already raised cheek. “Should have never happened.” Despite the ache, she tilted towards the brush of his thumb.

“Remember the first banquet Jaskier dragged both of us to?” His features started to soften at the memory. “It was the first time I had worn a fancy dress, and I had received the most complements I had ever had.”

“I finally found you after you snuck away from the suitors, and tried to comfort you after seeing how tense you were.” Y/n smiled again after the ice started to melt in his tone and shoulders.

“And I twisted out of your hold, while also kneeing you as hard as I could. You didn’t have any armor on, and I almost made you throw up from the pain.” A small smile was given back to her.

“You’re quite smaller than I, so your knee got between my legs. You can’t laugh, you don’t know how it really feels having your bollocks smashed.” Y/n almost rolled back to lay down again by how hard she was laughing.

“Oh, boo hoo.” Geralt’s smile was somewhat present still, but his eyes still seemed sorrowful and scared. Her laughing died down, and her hand grabbed his again. “Nothing could ever tear us apart, love. I have fought frozen specters on horses from another world with you having your head shoved so far up your arse that you still spit at the concept of love. Nothing will change what I feel about you. Especially an accident.” Despite the man still getting used to long increments of touching, he had became very fond of holding her. His arms wrapped around her arms and rolled back so she was tucked half to his side, half on his chest. A handful of minutes passed by before her voice called to him. “I love this. I love you. However, I did wake you for a reason. Cat or Thunderbolt, and we can cuddle as long as it takes for it to settle in that it was an accident.”

(I have a part two up : ) )

#witcher imagine #witcher x reader #geralt x reader #geralt imagine

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zinnia-the-rabbit · 3 years

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Bakudeku oneshot: "I'll love you for a thousand years." "And I'll love you for a thousand more"

Uh,idk what this au is called.. probably soulmate au???? Idk,man. I found the concept on twitter and I needed to write about it.

Pretty long story because I'm so invested in this au. It makes me happy and sad and i love it so much. I hope you guys do to!

💮Fluff💮

🔞 smutty implications🔞, but nothing actually happens.

Sad ending, trust me. I teared up,and I'm the one writing it. I had it all planned out and I still wasn't ready. So, good luck.

Summary: The gods cursed our little wonder duo. They are soulmates,but in every lifetime that they find each other, the gods separates them. Basically-

Enjoy!!!!

🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚

Third person bc I wasn't bothered to write in first person today)

No matter how many times they've met, they are always taken from each other,no matter what. They always fell in love, and it always pained them when they were forced apart.

The first time it happened was thousands of years ago, back when dragons roamed and knights saved princesses from the evil clutches of their wicked mother.

A time when fairies and nymphs danced around deep in the forest,hidden away from the unforgiving eyes of the humans who wanted nothing more then to captures and sell them for profit.

This, is where we meet our our beloved boys.

Katsuki had stolen from a mighty god's shrine, taking some of the offerings to give as his own to a certain little witch, wishing to finally win the greenette over.

He never believed in the gods. No,they were just stories made to scare children straight. Make sure they followed all the rules to a 'T'.

Well,not Katsuki.

He thought of himself as a god, really. Tall, strong,fierce red eyes that could kill a bear with a single,deadly gaze that was as sharp as a dagger. He was the perfect picture of godly.

"If you don't get off your high horse and show our gods some respect,they will surely smite you!" ,His mother would scold him, smacking the side of his head with a bruising force.

He would only scoff in annoyance, and go about his way.

Silly,silly little Katsuki..he didn't know the gods were watching,and were most certainly unpleased with his disrespectful behavior.

Katsuki stepped over yet another large root that descended out of the mossy,wet earth below his feet. He kept his bag of offerings slung over his shoulder, grip tight just in case some fairies tried to steal the bag. The little sparkly pests.

He had grabbed anything he could without getting caught; rich herbs good for creating spells, jewelery lined the only the most expensive stones, rubies,perls, diamonds, emeralds.

He took several of the finest cloaks he could find. Some velvet and lined lined with the fluffy coat of a grey wolf. Some silk with flowers beautifully sewn into the comforting fabric.

He had a smaller bag attached to his belt, just next to the sheath in which his sword was placed neatly and securely.

This bag was filled with food, sweet things for the smaller,green haired male. Honey buns, cinnamon rolls, many, many handfuls of green tea mochi that he knew the witch loved more then life itself. He grabbed moon pies, macaroons, super cubes, and a couple of regular little meat buns.bHe even made sure to get at least two or three of those adorable little tudor cheesecakes.

Did I mention this man was head over heels for our little Izuku?

He was soon standing in front of a small cottage, smiling as he could see little puffs of grey and white smoke erupting from the chimney.

The witch was home.

Good.

He walked up to the old mahogany door and knocked firmly, yet gentle,in a way.

This cottage was old, you could tell from miles away. Long winding vines overtook an entire wall, and,in the spring, would bloom with small flowers.There were sprouts of plants peeking their way through the small cracks in the roof,and he had half a nerve to climb up and pull them out. But, Izu liked them,so he wouldn't. It's not like the roof leaked anyway, which amazed him, really.

Some of the stones that made up the comforting little home were chipped,and others had chunks missing from the years spent unprotected from mother nature's rath. He still loved it all, though. This was like his second home.

The door slowly creeked open and a head full of green, unruly culrs poked its way out of the safety of the home, big emerald eyes meeting Katsuki's ruby ones.

"Kacchan!", The little witch smiled, swinging the door open and running into the taller males arms.

"Hey,there my darling little spell caster. I brought you some things.", Katsuki hummed, smiling warmly.

Izuku pulled away, looking at him sceptically.

"Are you still trying to court me?", He asked leading the man inside.

He was very much aware that the blond liked him, and he felt the same..he just wanted to tease and reject him just to get on his nerves.

It was a fun little game they liked to play...Cat and mouse,if you will.

The blond just chuckled, pulling the door closed.

He could tell the little witch had been busy before he had arrived. His large black cauldron was hanging over a live fire and filled with a purplish blue liquid that was bubbling quietly.

It smelled of lavender and citrus, maybe from a-

He was quickly shook from his thoughts as the greenette bent down to pick up a few loose papers from the floor before standing up straight and placing them on his desk.

Damn..

He was always getting distracted by those wide hips whenever the witch was around, and he just couldn't help it. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to grab at his slim waist and grip his green culrs tightly, as he bent him over his desk and mark up his neck.

He thought about that often.. maybe too often..While he's at it,he could probably convince Izuku to bounce on his-

"Kacchan? Hellloooo?" A sweet little voice snaps him out of his little day dream and he has to look down to see the small male standing right in front of him.

"Did you hear a word I just said?" Izuku huffed, crossing his arms.

Katsuki almost zoned out again when he saw the little heart shaped freckle that was delicately placed on Izu's right cheek that he just loved so much.

"Uh,no, sorry. I was trying to figure out what that other smell is. I can only pinpoint lavender,and I think orange?" Katsuki tilted his head to the side.

"Well, you'd be correct." Izuku had hummed, smiling, "Ive been trying to change up a few potions and make them smell lovely so anyone who passed by won't know they are potions."

Katsuki let out a small hum back before walking into the kitchen and setting the bags on the nice wooden table. Izuku followed behind him, humming.

The blond man opened one of the bags and pulled out a necklace, carefully putting it around the smaller's neck gently. He kissed the greenette's forehead gently,which caused him to blush deeply.

"You're adorable." Katsuki smiled.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Izu sitting on the table and Katsuki standing between his legs, cuddling each other close.

"I accept.." Izu says gently, nuzzling his nose against the blonds jaw lightly.

Katsuki paused, looking at him.

Was...was Izuku finally accepting his feelings...?

The blond haired male gripped Izu's shoulders and pulled him back, looking him right in his emerald eyes.

"You do know what you're getting into, right?" Katsuki smirked, grabbing the wide rim of Izuku's pointed, black hat and places it on the table.

"Of course I do."

That's all it took for the taller man to lean in and capture the witch's lips in his own in a sickeningly sweet kiss that the greenette happily returned.

Alas, that fateful kiss was just what the gods needed.

That moment of pure love is what the gods would use against them.

They pulled away, and just as Katsuki went to speak the mahogany door slammed open. Izuku gasped and clung to the taller, a fearful expression as several knights rushed inside.

"So, it was true! There is a witch!" One of them shouted and Katsuki pulled the male in question close.

"Ah-ha! And the little non-believing thief!" Another exclaimed as the men in the mental armor came twords them.

How..how had they found them...?

Katsuki kept his lover held tightly in his arms and growled as a few of the knights pulled them apart forcefully. He thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to get away and protect Izu.

This wasn't supposed to happen...

The knights pulled them outside despite their objections and thrashing.

"O-ow! You're hurting me!" Izuku cried out as he was forced to kneel down.

Sure enough,there were deep purpling bruises starting to form on his exposed arms,the men holding him way to tightly.

"Let go of him!" Katsuki growled, but his demand fell on deaf ears.

The two were facing each other with their wrists bound behind their backs. Izuku had tears rolling down his cheeks and he was shaking.

This couldn't be real.

"How did you find us?!" Katsuki shouted, trying to free himself. Our blond boy was beyond pissed.

"Easy. A little fairy told us." A knight said, amused as a little fairy with spikey black hair, and sharp blue eyes fluttered over. He had deep blue wings and purple markings across his body.

"D-dabi?!" Izuku gasped out. That little fairy was his friend...well,he was supposed to be.

"I'm sorry, Izuku.." The tiny raven haired male sighed, acting sad. He smiled widely, though, as a knight handed him a mochi.

The fairy gave Izu a small part on the head before flying away, humming a little tune. Katsuki couldn't believe his eyes. They little fairy was always around.

He always helped Izu with his spells. He helped Baku find his way at night with his vibrant blue glow. Then he betrayed them..? That little bitch.

"This is why I hate fairies! You're nothing but scum!" Katsuki growled, thrashing around violently.

This was bullshit.

He's gonna stomp on that fairy.

He's gonna eat him whole.

He's gonna tear his little wings off.

He's gonna-

"By order of the king, you are both to be put to death."

Katsuki stilled.

"Both of you have been proven guilty of several crimes, including witchcraft and stealing from the gods."

No. Nonono! He just got Izu to be his for real, he..he can't die. They can't die!

Izuku let out a loud sob at the sound of a sword being pulled from its protective sheath,and the distress in his voice caused Katsuki to tear up.

"I-izuku, my little spell caster, close you're eyes." Katsuki instructed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the smaller's. Izuku did as told, letting his eyes flutter shut as he tried to calm his breathing.

They both couldn't contain a yelp when a tip of a sword touched each of their backs, the duo staring to tremble.

This couldn't be happening.. This was all too surreal.

"We aren't heartless,so you may say your goodbyes." One of the men hummed, sounding sincere.

Katsuki didn't know what to say...how how do you sum up years of love and admiration into a bitter goodbye?

They opened their eyes to look at each other, Izu giving his lover a smile,a smile that held so many emotions behind it.

Katsuki gave a small smile back, letting out a broken chuckle. Their last words to each other were those of truth, a promise they'd keep forever.

Those knights returned to the kingdom with sour faces. They felt bad for having to end the lovers in such a way. They were mad at themselves.

No matter how many times they meet, Izuku and Katsuki are always tragically separated.

No matter how many times they fall in love, they can never experience each other too long, because it could all end in the blink of an eye.

But, no matter what, they always depart from their beloved with the same words tingling their tounges;

"I'll love you for a thousand years."

"And I'll love you for a thousand more"

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groundzero-jpg · 4 years

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instagram famous™

While drunk, you upload a selfie taken with a sleeping Bakugou on Instagram. You wake up to uncontrollable pings from your phone the next morning. The photo has gone viral. U.A. wants to turn this into a publicity stunt. Bakugou wants to kill you.

Over the course of your studies at U.A, you’d come to the conclusion that accidentally getting sucked into the bakusquad would eventually, probably, become the bane of your existence. From jumping over fences after class instead of using the goddamn open gate, to smuggling stray kittens through the broken lock on Mina’s window “just because”, you’d been dragged through it all.

As usual, your “Again? Where the hell did you guys even-” went unheard as you watched your friends excitedly dig bottle after bottle of alcohol out from Kirishima’s tiny backpack like it was a clown car.

There’s suddenly a cup in your hands.

“To saturday night with the squad!” Mina announces quickly as she thrusts her cup forward, meeting four identical ones in the center as the alcohol flies. Kirishima starts hollering loudly like quiet hours don’t exist, Sero snickering at Kaminari’s imitation of him a moment later. You roll your eyes fondly but resign yourself to your fate as you clink your cup with theirs.

“To saturday night!” you repeat, followed by four cheers.

“Tch,” Bakugou says from beside you. His arms are crossed, no cup in sight.

“C’mon,” You nudge playfully as Bakugou sends you an annoyed look.

“Yeah, c’mon bro!” Kirishima goads as he knocks back a shot, arm slinging over Kaminari’s shoulder. “It might be the last time we get to do this!”

You can’t help but pout. “Don’t say that, Kiri.”

“I don’t care about any of these dumbass extras, but you!” Bakugou growls as he snatches your cup away from you before you can take a sip. “Don’t you remember the last fucking time I let you get drunk?”

Last time? You frown. You try and think back to it through Mina’s snickering but it’s all fuzzy. Blank. Nada. “No?”

Kaminari grins wide and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Bakugou’s got his entire hand over Kaminari’s face, blasting him into the opposite wall.

“C’mooooon Katsuki,” you moan as you try and take your cup back, but everytime you reach for it, it gets lifted higher. “We’re graduating soon!”

“Like I give a flying fuck,” Bakugou scoffs as he throws back your entire cup himself in one shot instead.

“Hey!”

When the cup comes down, Bakugou is left panting, wiping the excess alcohol off his lips with the back of his sleeve and leaving you a flustered mess at the sight.

Sero pops up behind you. “Here!” He offers. “A cup of water instead.” The smirk he gives you when your boyfriend isn’t looking says otherwise.

You almost die trying to hold in your snicker.

You spend the rest of the night accepting ‘water’ from Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari, almost killing yourself trying not to gag at the taste after your 4th cup while simultaneously struggling to maintain your fake-ass facade that it really was just some goddamn water babe, stop hovering!

It’s nearing 2am in the morning when Bakugou finally starts nodding off on the couch, his usual 8:30pm bedtime catching up with him. He leaves the group with one last threat before he lets himself. “You fuckers better not draw on my face or some shit or I’ll fucking kill you.”

You’re fucking tipsy out of your mind but you’ve always been a good actress. “Aw babe,” You laugh, snuggling into his side and doing your best to act like you’re normal even though your vision is starting to blur. “I won’t let them.”

He looks at you for a moment through squinted eyes, almost suspiciously, before he grunts. “Wake me up if you go back to your room. I’ll walk you.”

For a moment, you almost feel bad tricking him, but then you remember what he did to your cat plushie the last time you woke up earlier than him and made him cuddle with it instead so you could get up to pee.

“Love you,” you say sweetly. He just grunts in response before closing his eyes.

Five minutes later, he’s out like a light.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” the boys mouth silently, taking turns slapping you on the back as Mina hands you a cup of straight vodka, silently hollering as you down it and finally, finally this time, openly gag.

As it progresses far into the night, everyone starts dropping off one by one like flies - Mina on the other couch, Kaminari half under the coffee table, Kirishima on the floor hugging his backpack and Sero hugging Kaminari’s foot. Somehow, you’re the last person standing.

“To my best friends,” you whisper to yourself, giggling uncontrollably as you knock back a final shot. You can’t even walk straight as you stumble over towards each of them, pressing a kiss to all of their cheeks before you finally reach your boyfriend.

He looks almost peaceful while he’s asleep, head nodding off to one side. The usual scowl on his face is nowhere to be seen as he lets out soft snores. You smile to yourself once more before you drop next to him on the couch, curling into his side and under his arm where it’s nice and toasty warm. His arm automatically tightens around you. Everything is spinning.

Before you even know what you’re doing, you’ve got your phone pulled up, front camera facing the two of you as you press your face into his neck, snuggling closer.

Snap!

How you even had the hand-eye coordination to press your thumb to the right button while intoxicated was a mystery.

When you look at the picture, your eyes start watering for no reason, heart swelling with nothing but drunken affection for the boy next to you. There’s only one thought in your mind, repeating like a mantra in your head: The press is all wrong. Katsuki’s nothing more than a grumpy kitten! The world must know!!!!

The Instagram app looks much more complicated than you remember. Too many filters. Too many buttons. Why is the upload button moving?

It takes you four tries to press it, but when you finally do, you, too, are out like a light.

💥 💥 💥

Ping! Ping! Ping! ...Ping! Pingpingpingpingpingping! Ping! Pingping! PING!

“Babe, that better not be your fucking phone!” Bakugou curses as he sits up abruptly, jostling you awake as you’re forced upwards too, having had your head on his chest just a moment ago.

“What?” You moan. There’s a sharp pain as you curl forward to clutch your head. “Owww, fuck. Don’t talk so loudly.”

There’s a groan from somewhere on the other side of the coffee table.

“What the-” Bakugou stops in the middle of trying to drown your pinging phone in a pile of blankets to turn to look at you in disbelief instead. “Are you hungover?!”

Suddenly, last night hits you like a truck.

“W-What? No, of course not!” you deny, straightening up a little too quickly. Bakugou growls as your sharp wince says otherwise.

“I told you not to fucking drink!”

“I didn’t drink!”

“Are you stupid?!”

“Guys,” Sero moans from the floor, sounding like he’s on the verge of passing into the afterlife. “Not now.”

Ping! Ping! Ping!

“Bakubro, please,” Kaminari pleads. You can’t even see his head from where it’s under the coffee table. “I don’t care whose phone that is. Burn it.”

You’re all a fucking mess. The sun outside is too bright.

“No, stop! I’ll turn it off,” you groan as you force Bakugou to hand it over. Your bleary eyes can’t even focus properly as you unlock it through sheer memory of where all the buttons are. But halfway through entering your phone password, your entire phone freezes, displaying a screenful of Instagram notifications that all say the same thing.

You almost choke on your spit.

Instagram 2m ago james0589, uabigfan, and 2,382,475 others liked your photo.

Instagram 3m ago allmight4ever commented on your post: “Is this the same guy who had to be chained down at the UA sports festival?!”

Instagram 5m ago sarahjj42 commented on your post: “wth he looks like a completely different person when he’s sleeping! so cute!”

Instagram 8m ago ultimefresh1997 commented on your post: “are they dating????”

Instagram 7m ago ground.zero.fanpage and 8,491 others followed you.

Instagram 21m ago yuptideofficial and 6,362 others followed you.

Next to each notification is a tiny version of the same damn picture over and over again. It’s so small that you can barely make it out. You don’t even remember taking the stupid picture, but it’s unmistakable.

Your wide-eyed face says it all.

“Give me that!” Bakugou snarls, finally running out of patience and snatching it out of your hand before you can even react. The moment he scans the contents of the screen, his eyes are as wide as yours. “What the hell?!”

“Oh my god,” Mina cackles from the other couch as she stares at her own phone. “Oh my god!”

“What?” Kirishima asks as he sits up sleepily. “What are you guys laughing at?”

“Guys, please. It’s not even eight yet,” Sero groans. “It’s too early, goddammit.”

“Not early enough for this!” Mina cackles as she shoves her phone into Sero’s face. The bright screen has him shielding his eyes for a moment before the words on the screen register in his brain. His jaw drops.

Your phone pings again.

Instagram 30 seconds ago official.pinky has liked your photo.

“What did you do?!” Bakugou snarls as he grabs the front of your t-shirt.

You smile sheepishly as you rub your hands together weakly to ask for forgiveness. Because god damn, you’re going to need it. “I... I kind of don’t remember?”

It’s silent for a moment before Bakugou explodes. “THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRINK!!”

💥 💥 💥

You really thought the two of you had already done everything there is to possibly do together.

You two had broken into the teacher’s lounge in the middle of the night before to make pancakes and then make out afterwards when the stove in the dorms had broken down for God’s sake.

But sitting side-by-side at the principal’s office surrounded by All Might, Present Mic, and Aizawa staring down at both of your phones opened up to your respective Instagram accounts has proven you wrong.

Your phones sit innocently on Nezu’s desk like they’re trying to shame you. You can’t believe All Might is looking at your Instagram account. You sink lower into your chair.

Principal Nezu looks simultaneously disappointed as fuck and highly amused at the same time.

“So according to your memory, you only had approximately 400 followers prior this morning? And this is the first photo of its kind on either of your accounts?” Nezu clarifies, rubbing his chin in deep thought as he reaches out a paw to scroll through your account once again. They’re all photos of either food, or you and your friends messing around. You just wish you’d deleted the video of you and Kaminari twerking in the classroom from last year.

Bakugou scoffs from beside you. “She has shit memory.”

“Not true!” You hiss.

Present Mic leans over your head to peer at your phone screen as Nezu scrolls through. “Well a majority of the comments seem to be positive feedback! That’s the best outcome we could have hoped for, am I right?”

Aizawa sighs and rubs his forehead. “It’s too fucking early for this.”

“But look, young Bakugou’s publicity has been positively impacted as well.” All Might adds. “Two point eight million followers is an amazing feat on its own!”

Bakugou would deny flushing red at the positive attention from his childhood idol, but it happened, okay. If only it was socially acceptable to snatch your phone out of the principal’s hand to take a picture of the rare sight.

Suddenly, Nezu slams his paws on the table, startling the both of you. There’s a scary grin on his face. “Let’s test a theory.”

Two minutes later, the five of you are huddled around Bakugou as he scrolls through his phone’s photos, scowling and grumbling in embarrassment every once in a while when a particularly domestic or cheesy photo of the two of you comes up.

“Ooh, what about this one?” Present Mic asks excitedly as he singles out a picture of the two of you that Kirishima had taken at the park a few months ago. It’s blurry, because it’s the two of you on one of those spinning wheel contraptions, except you’re screaming and holding on for dear life while Bakugou is using his quirk to make it spin at ungodly speeds.

“No, not good enough,” Nezu exclaims, hyperfocused as he continues the search. “We need better!”

“What the fuck is this even for,” Bakugou mutters under his breath as he continues to scroll at Nezu’s insistent demands.

“Your good publicity!” Nezu hisses. “Now keep looking!”

If Bakugou had cat ears, they would’ve flattened to his skull.

All Might and Aizawa end up suggesting two more photos, but apparently, a picture of a bouquet he’d gotten you for Valentine’s day last year and a picture of you decorating the classroom’s chalkboard in hearts with Bakugou’s name in them still weren’t good enough.

It’s only when Nezu slams a paw down on Bakugou’s wrist five minutes later, startling the shit out of him, does he find the perfect picture.

“This one,” Nezu says evilly.

💥 💥 💥

“This filter looks better, in my professional opinion,” Present Mic sniffs. “But go off, I guess.”

Present Mic gets shushed violently as you continue adjusting the colours and the lighting until it’s aesthetically pleasing with just the right amount of focus. You stick your tongue out as you work, ignoring the way Bakugou grumbles everytime you change something. “And... there!”

Nezu grins taking the phone from you to marvel at your work as if it was him who’d just spent the last 15 minutes perfecting the crap out of that photo. “It’s perfect!” He exclaims. “The perfect display of youthful high school romance, a budding relationship between two young adults on the verge of entering the real world! But simultaneously, the perfect amount of anonymity and mystery, opening up the opportunity to build on your individual fame as upcoming pro-heroes, not to mention U.A.’s reputation! This is the perfect first photo!”

You and Bakugou exchange scared looks.

Nezu grins. “Young Bakugou, if you would do the honours,” he says like Bakugou has an option to choose not to when in fact, he really, really doesn’t.

He sighs as he reaches out to press the upload button.

Immediately after it uploads, it’s followed by ten pings in a row before it’s finally his phone’s turn to freeze completely.

Nezu laughs maniacally.

“Babe, I’m going to kill you,” Bakugou wheezes. You manage to jump out of your chair just as he explodes it into a million pieces.

“KATSUKI!” You scream.

“Forget the chair!” Nezu yells excitedly. “Look at all these likes!”

💥 💥 💥

The walk is almost silent as the two of you shuffle across campus back to the dorms. Bakugou just wants to burn something or hurt someone or something, because what the hell had just happened?

He’s startled out of his thoughts by your hand on his bicep. Unprepared, he stumbles backwards, right into your arms. You use the momentum to press a giant kiss onto his cheek.

Snap!

Wh-

“Well, that’s the next Instagram photo taken care of,” You grin cheekily before you take off, suddenly sprinting across the field to get away.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

💥 💥 💥

A look into Bakugou’s Instagram account, 6 months later:

#katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bakugou x you #bnha fic #bakusquad #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bnha #mha

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earthfluuke · 4 years

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i would like to start this off by apologizing to anyone who happens to read this. this is, by far, the dumbest thing i’ve ever written. it’s cute, but so, so, so dumb. like, there is no need for this to exist.

BUT. i’ve been playing animal crossing for a while now, and my friends and i were discussing which bl boys would play it. and i said tine. i mean, with all that customization? he’d definitely take the opportunity to make everything cute.

again. THIS SHOULD NOT EXIST. but here we are. i hope you all enjoy it.

a few notes:

one - this is raymond. yes, everyone loves him. yes, people are selling him for hundreds of dollars online. i’m not making this up.

two - you wish on stars in this game, and the next day, there will be star fragments on the ground. you can use these to make a special wand that lets you switch between different outfits you have. naturally, tine had to have that.

three - my friend, kaleb, dressed his animal crossing character up as tine in sarawat’s football jersey, so i had to include that.

Nuzzling up to Tine right before bed after a grueling schedule of school, music club, football practice, and running away from hordes of girls he’ll never spare more than a glance is Sarawat’s favorite part of the day. But lately, he’s felt like he needs to change the is to past tense.

Ever since Tine got that god forsaken game, he had been ditching their cuddle sessions. Sarawat has tried burrowing into his side, giving him little kisses, anything to get Tine’s attention. But it’s always met with rejection.

“In a minute,” Tine says, curled on his side, facing away from Sarawat as he swirls the joystick under his thumb to move his character around the screen. “This fish is huge. It’ll get me tons of money for sure.”

That minute never comes. Sarawat subjects himself to wrapping around Tine’s back and hugging him close. It’s nice, but not as nice as it could be.

This has been going on for weeks now, and he’s had just about enough. It’s time to amend the situation.

…

Tine blinks at the spread of cardboard, plastic, and paper on the floor next to the couch before he turns his gaze to his boyfriend for an explanation. Too caught up in whatever he’s reading, Tine goes to investigate for himself.

What he finds is a game console with similar red and blue end pieces to his own. To the right is a video game box, decorated with all too familiar, colorfully animated characters.

“What’s all this?” he asks, because he’s genuinely taken aback. If he remembers correctly, Sarawat had shaken his head and scoffed at him when he was in this same situation only a few weeks ago. From that reaction, video games clearly didn’t seem to be his thing, especially when that video game was Animal Crossing. Or so he had thought at least.

“If you’re going to spend all of your time playing this game,” Sarawat says, nudging his chin in the direction of the box without looking up from the directions he’s reading, “then I’ll just have to join you. Now, can you help me set this up? Because I’ve been trying for the past thirty minutes, and I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do. They all just keep…squeaking at me. Why do they sound like that?”

Breaking into a smile, Tine sits beside him and takes the console from the coffee table. Leave it to Sarawat to take the phrase ‘go big or go home’ literally. But he won’t complain; it will be fun to play with him.

…

It is not fun playing with Sarawat. At least not yet.

While Tine had been imagining all the cute, virtual dates they could go on, he had failed to remember that Sarawat didn’t know how the very basics of this game worked. Teaching them to him has proven to be difficult.

“I don’t get it,” Sarawat says with a little huff, dropping his console onto his lap. “I line myself up with the fish, but I can never catch one. They swim away from me every time I pull my rod up.”

Leaning over to watch him, Tine giggles softly. “You have to wait for them to bite. See?” Holding his own Switch towards him, he drops his fishing rod into the ocean, waits for the fish to grab hold, and then quickly pulls out of the water. “See? It’s easy. You try.”

Sarawat copies him, and Tine can feel him holding his breath as he waits for the fish to grab onto his line. When it finally does, he practically slams down on the A button. His character presents a pretty standard fish, but it’s still an accomplishment.

He presses a kiss to Sarawat’s cheek and pulls back with a smile. “Knew you could do it. Go catch more; you’ll need them to open up your museum.”

The edges of Sarawat’s lips peak upwards as he continues about the game. Tine goes back to the room he’s decorating, only to be interrupted by, “Why do these bugs fly away every time I get close to them? They’re gone before I can catch them.”

Tine sighs; they’ve still got a long way to go.

…

“What is that?” Tine asks just as Sarawat is collecting the wood that dropped from the tree he cut down.

“What is what?” he asks, continuing the amount of soft wood he has in his inventory. Three more pieces, and he’ll be able to complete the swinging bench DIY he just received.

“That!” Tine stresses, pointing at his character’s swollen eye.

“Oh,” he says, paying him little attention as he goes to the next tree. “I got stung by wasps.”

“I know that. But why haven’t you gotten medicine for it yet?”

He finally glances at Tine from the corner of his eye. “Do I really need to?”

Tine dramatically throws his hands into the air, clearly offended by Sarawat’s outlook. “Yes, you have to! You’re going to look like that until you do!”

Smirking, Sarawat goes into the shop, completely bypassing the cabinet with medicine in it in favor of selling the shells he found. “So this is just one of your chic things then, huh?” He pauses to look at his character. “It doesn’t look that bad. He’s still smiling. Besides, scars are hot, right?”

“Not in Animal Crossing,” Tine demands. “If you’re not going to buy any medicine, I’m sending you some.”

“I won’t use it.”

“Saraleo!”

…

Tine’s jaw is dropped, and his eyes are bugged. “How?” he asks, truly astonished.

Sarawat looks to him innocently, pointing to the screen. “How, what? How did I get to the deserted island? I did what you told me to do. I took the ticket to the airport and gave it to the dodo bird and then–”

“Not that.” Tine pushes his hand out of the way to get a better look at his screen. He moves the joystick around until the lone inhabitant of the island – a grey cat with mismatched eyes – is in frame. “That. How did you manage to find Raymond on your very first try?”

“Is he really that special?” Sarawat asks, moving his character to get a closer look.

“He’s completely new to the game, so everyone wants him. He goes for hundreds of baht online. And of course with your luck you find him on the very first island you visit.” Under his breath, he mutters, “Unbelievable.”

Humming, Sarawat circles the cat once before moving to the opposite side of the island to gather branches. Alarmed, Tine grabs his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Getting materials?” Sarawat answers skeptically.

“Get them after you invite Raymond to your island!” he demands.

“I mean, do I really have to?” Sarawat asks. “He’s cute, but he’s only a cat.”

“If you don’t, I’m breaking up with you. That’s not an exaggeration; I will have my things packed and on my way to Fong’s by tonight.”

“Okay, okay, I’m inviting him!”

…

Seeing the little blue box above his mailbox, Tine goes to check it. Inside is a package from Sarawat and a note that says ‘wear it to give me good luck.’

Putting the package into his inventory, he opens it to reveal a piece of clothing. He changes into it, and it honestly shouldn’t surprise him so much to see his character wearing a white and black jersey.

He can’t help but shake his head and laugh. He doesn’t know what Sarawat could possibly need luck for in the game, but he keeps it on regardless.

…

“I can’t believe Wat bought a Switch to play one game,” Man says over their group call. “Playing Animal Crossing together. That’s true love.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tine asks, flickering Man a smirk before he goes back to the river he’s terraforming. “Why don’t you play with P’Type then?”

Man visibly deflates. “He said if he invited me to his island, I’d mess up all of his flowers. I promised not to run through them, but he doesn’t believe me.”

“I just can’t believe Sarawat managed to get every rare villager in the game,” Phuak says.

“And he’s already had three meteor showers!” Tine adds. “I’d be mad, but he gave me all of his star fragments. So I can’t complain.”

“All of them?” Ohm exclaims, looking at the camera with wide eyes. “He didn’t keep any?”

“Tine wanted to make that special wand that lets you change into different outfits, and I honestly couldn’t care less.” Tipping Tine’s face towards him with a finger beneath his chin, Sarawat smiles softly. “Besides, it makes him happy. That’s all I really care about.”

His boyfriend’s sweet gaze and the chorus of coos coming from his laptop send Tine into a deep flush.

…

“Wat,” Tine calls. The two of them are on his island, sitting together on the bench he put in his garden. “Thank you for this. I know it’s probably not your favorite way to spend time together, and I shouldn’t have even let it come to this. I shouldn’t have let the game take up so much of my time.”

Tine doesn’t expect the flick Sarawat gives his forehead, and he rubs at it with a pout. “Stop apologizing, tua woon wai and get a few things straight. I bought this,” he holds up his console, “because I wanted to. You do plenty of things for me, and I’m doing this for you. That’s what boyfriends do.” He leans down to press a kiss to his shoulder. “And if it makes you smile, then that’s all the better.”

Tine pushes him away shyly, taking up his console again. “Come here. Take a picture with me.” He centers the camera and snaps a few shots of the two of them on the bench, soft bamboo lights illuminating the background.

Sarawat is already fast asleep when he puts the game down. Before he slips under the covers with him, he posts the pictures to his Instagram with the caption, ‘wouldn’t want to experience island life with anyone else.’

#2gether #2gether the series #saratine #sarawatine #sarawattine #sarawat x tine #my writing #THIS SHOULDN'T EXIST #I AM SO SORRY

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queenborhapreaderships · 5 years

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rekindling the flame - chapter 1

Hey everybody! So this is that rami x reader (with a dash of freddie feels) I was talking about earlier! It’s not done, so I guess this is chapter 1? I’ve never cut a fic into chapters before because I’m a stubborn perfectionist but like. Eh. Ya know? Thanks to everyone who told me to go ahead and post this! Also, if anybody would be interested in a tag list, hit me up. I’ve never done one before but I think I can grasp the concept, haha! Anyways, here we go! (pls let me know if you like it, fr)

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You're the daughter of Jim Hutton, so growing up was a roller coaster. With Freddie as practically a second father, things were never boring. But time passed and things changed. Everything changed. Not knowing how to process any of your past, you flee to the states in an attempt to write music and find yourself. It pretty much turns into instant isolation! That all changes when you get a call from your Uncle Bri about a movie being made on Freddie. Secrets come to light and you just might find yourself falling in love with the boy with the beautiful eyes along the way.

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You’re alone when you get the call. You’re alone a lot these days, but you work best without the distraction of friends pulling you out to party and get drunk every other night. Besides, you really want to focus on this latest song you’ve been writing. You just can’t seem to get the bridge right, the chord progression is off in the tiniest way and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. Suffice to say it’s been driving you absolutely mad.

Your eyes light up when you strum the new experimental chord you’ve thrown in, but you’re interrupted by the harsh ringtone of your cell.

“Goddammit” you mumble to yourself and sigh as you put your guitar down on top of its case. You look over and feel yourself involuntarily smiling at the contact name. It’s Uncle Bri, you wonder what he’s up to these days. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from him. Too long, actually. That’s hardly his fault, you’re aware of the fact that you’re isolating yourself but you really can’t really garner up the energy to care, as bad as it sounds. You pull yourself out of your thoughts and reach over to answer the phone.

“Hey, Uncle Bri!”

“(y/n)! I’m glad I got a hold of you! How are you doing, my dear? We miss you!”

“Aww, I miss you guys too! I can’t complain! I’ve been working on my music a lot, so that’s been taking up the majority of my life at the moment” you sigh, suddenly wishing you’d have managed your time better. You really do miss your goofy Uncles.

“Ahhh, just like good ol’ Freddie, I see” you can hear the smile toying with his voice.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that”

“Well, I would,” he says triumphantly. “Anyways, do you have any serious, unmovable plans for the next, oh, say 8 or so months?” you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Um, not that I know of...” you say, although it comes out more as of a question

“Perfect! Then I’ll be flying you over here to the UK pronto. You’ve got work to do” he says and hangs up in a haste.

You pull the phone down and stare at it. That was. Odd.

It’s not until later you realize that this is all for that movie that you’ve been hearing rumors about for months. You weren’t sure if it was actually happening or not, you feel like you definitely should have considering who you are, but Uncle Bri certainly wouldn’t be uprooting your life for anything unimportant. You’ve settled into a nice routine over in the states. For a movie this important though, this central to who you are, you’d be upset if you weren’t involved.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you don’t remember as much about your father’s partner as you wish you did. Let’s be real though, he was practically your second dad, he raised you until you were almost seven. You have faint memories of calling him papa. Your dad didn’t love it at first, he was probably worried about what Freddie thought. He, of course, absolutely adored it and as well as he adored you. So, papa, he was.

The memories you do have, you wouldn’t trade for the world. For the entire world. Some of your favorites were Freddie making you breakfast and cuddling on the couch. He would always read to you before bed and find your favorite stuffed bear before tucking you in and pecking your forehead. Sometimes, your favorite nights, he would sing you to sleep. You were probably too old for lullabies, but Freddie never failed to deliver, not even towards the end. His favorite song to sing you was I Was Born to Love You. He sang it slow and soft, making sure you took every word to heart. Sometimes you dream about it, wishing for just one more day together with the two of them.

You don’t have much to do on the hellish flight ahead of you, so you pull up the folder you keep on your phone of pictures of your dad and Freddie. They looked just as happy as they were. You smile as you scroll through them, pictures the world hasn’t seen. Pictures of the two with their cats, pictures of all three of you together.

You feel your eyes mist up when you get to one of your favorites. At first glance, it appears to be the most mundane thing in the world, but to you it’s everything. Freddie’s balancing you on his hip and he’s got his other arm wrapped around your father, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, fuck” you mutter under your breath, tearing yourself away from the grainy image. You’re finally realizing just how difficult consulting on this movie is actually going to be. You miss your dad and you miss Freddie more than words can say.

You never really dealt with your fathers' death nearly a decade ago. Freddie’s death probably messed you up in more ways that you’re even able to conceptualize because you were so young at the time. He was just a part of you. A part of your history. A part of who you were and who you are.

You’ve got a lot of shit to work through, and god, you hope you’ll be able to hold it together for just a while longer. This movie is important to the two most important people to you. You’re certainly not going to ruin your chance at making it the best it can be because you can’t look at the main character of the film without losing it.

You swallow the lump in your throat and reach down to rummage through your bag for your headphones. You close the photos app and pull up Spotify instead. Zoning out and distracting yourself with music is always how you’ve dealt with the brunt of your emotional issues since practically the beginning of time. The second the first note rings out, you feel a weight lift off of your shoulders and you sigh in relief as you settle in for a long ride.

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You’re pretty damn sure that finally getting off the stuffy plane and stretching your legs is the best feeling in the world. You’re instantly proven wrong though when you spot your uncles waiting for you. They’ve got a dorky sign with “(y/n) Hutton” scrawled across it with a few shaky hearts at the bottom. You can’t help but chuckle, your heart swelling at the gesture.

You quicken your pace and when they notice you barreling towards them, your clunky bags in tow, their faces light up. Their sign and your suitcases are instantly ditched in place of Uncle Rog opening his arms up for you to crash into. Of course, you do, without a second thought and you hold on tight. It feels like if you don’t, he’ll disappear right out from under you.

“Oh, love, how are you? How are you, really?” Uncle Rog says, pulling you away from him to study your face. You sheepishly avoid eye contact, aware that these two know you better than most.

“You know, we do worry about you. More than you think.” Uncle Bri chimes in, responding to your silence. He then reaches over and takes his turn to pull you into a hug. You close your eyes and bury your head in his shoulder. You barely muster the strength needed to keep your voice from shaking.

“I know. I just missed you guys, is all” you break away and get your bearings together. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the two sharing a skeptical glance, but luckily they drop it for now.

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To say the studio was huge would be an understatement. You’d never dealt with anything this major in your entire life, sure you’d been going to your Uncle’s concerts since you were little. That was different though, that was second nature. Music has always been second nature. This? This is a different world, man. There are more… rules. You’ve never been one for rules.

So far, you’ve been introduced to a lot of the key players in the movie, big execs and such. They’ve all been very graceful and polite if not slightly intimidated by you, which you find hilarious. You still haven’t met any of the actors yet, but you’d been given their names and have already done extensive googling. They all seem like the perfect people for the parts.

You’d actually seen a bit of Rami, Freddie’s actor’s, work in the past. The Night at the Museum trilogy is a goddamn classic and your friends have forced you to watch a couple of episodes of Mr. Robot. So you’re definitely excited, if not a little nervous, to meet the boys.

It’s almost like the universe can read your mind because when you and your uncles turn the corner, there they are. You can tell they’ve met before because Rami, and if you remember correctly, Joe are waving and they all walk over.

“(y/n), you haven’t met the boys yet, have you?” Uncle Bri asks, and before you have the time to answer, he’s introducing you to them respectively. You do your best to remember who is who, it shouldn’t be too hard but this would not be a great situation to slip up. There’s Ben, Joe, Gwilym, and finally, you reach Rami.

His eyes are even more striking in person. You think he’s saying something but you can’t hear a word of it. A poke on your shoulder pulls you out of your trance and you realize you’ve been staring at him for a longer amount of time than would be considered socially acceptable. You glance over at Uncle Bri, a thanks for snapping you out of whatever that was.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry! Zoned out there for a second, it was a long flight” you grin and do your best to sound casual but you’re definitely rattled from your mistake. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you see Rami’s warm smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I totally understand. You flew in from the states, right? That ten-hour flight can be brutal” you nod and he continues. “Anyways, I was just saying how much of an honor it is to be playing Freddie and if there’s anything you ever need or want to talk in regards of the script or characterization, I’m always here. You probably have more influence than me when it comes to that actually, but the offer is always on the table! The same goes for all of us.” He gestures at his castmates and they all nod accordingly. He sounds incredibly sincere and it’s impossible not to grin.

“I really appreciate that, guys. I’m here if any of you need anything too! If you need help going over your lines or if you have any questions about my uncles, dad or my experience with Freddie as a father figure, I’d be more than happy to let you in on everything I know” You’re not, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but why else are you here?

You hear a chorus of thank you’s and wave at them as they rush off to hair and makeup, already late. You look down and try to swallow a smile, you’d be lying to yourself if you tried to pretend it wasn’t endearing. The three of you continue down your path and you feel Uncle Rog bump into you.

“You okay, (y/n)?” he says, trying poorly to hide his shit-eating grin. Oh god, what does he think he knows now?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired…” you taper off when you notice the look the two give each other.

“Okaaay, whatever you say,” he says in a sing-songy voice. You groan and roll your eyes.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I’m gonna go explore the set,” you say, trying to get a minute to yourself. It’s just all been a little overwhelming and the last thing you need is your uncles scheming over whatever it is they’re scheming over because if there’s anything you know, it’s that look.

“Have fun, love. We’ll be here if you need us” Uncle Bri reminds you for the thousandth time. You thank him and wander off on your own.

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As the days go by, you fall into a routine. They don’t need you there at a specific time so you definitely consider yourself lucky in that regard. All of the actors have to be at hair and makeup typically at around 6. You shuffle in at a comfortable 10, say hi to anyone who isn’t currently working on a scene, and hide away in one of the back rooms with the writers.

The script has already been put out of course, but they still meet every day to talk about potential revisions or go over their work with the rest of the cast and crew. While definitely on different sides of the globe from each other, what they do isn’t very far from what you do. At least it’s on the same planet. Which would be a first in this new world of Hollywood. So you’d say things are going pretty smoothly. You haven’t yet had to dig deep and reveal anything about yourself or your history that you didn’t want to.

Of course, though, the universe can’t let you stay comfortable for very long. It needs to have its fun in throwing you for a loop just once you think you’ve got things figured out. This loop comes in the form of none other than Rami Malek. At first, that is.

It starts like any other day. You come into the studio in your baggy hoodie, with your messy hair strewn everywhere, and your headphones in with the volume up as loud as it will go. You yawn and scrub at your eyes. You were up pretty late working on that same damn song, it’s just been eating away at you. The day you figure out how that bridge works will be a goddamn national holiday in your book. You groan and continue down the winding hallways.

When Rami comes up behind you and taps your shoulder, you jump out of your skin and your soul just about leaves your body. You rip your headphones out and turn around to see him giggling like a toddler and you gasp, grasping your chest dramatically.

Your heart flutters at the carefree expression on his face and you swallow down and try to ignore the emotions so obviously bubbling up to the surface. You can’t help but stare though, it’s not your fault that he’s absolutely breathtaking. You’re confident that his jawline could cut steel. This time, your admiration slides and he doesn’t notice because he’s still pulling himself together after the little incident.

He’s wearing Freddie’s angry lizard jacket and he’s got the fake teeth in. He’s the spitting image of Freddie and it honestly would have been a little jarring if it weren’t for him being so warm and open, squashing any possible nerves you may have before they even have the time to fully form.

“Sorry!” he chokes out, swallowing the last of his giggles. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me walking up, but I guess not,” he says and gestures at your headphones dangling down and twirling together.

“Jesus Christ, Rami. You do know that you almost killed me, right? I literally almost died right here!” you say, still playing it up a little bit. You can’t keep a straight face for long though and break eye contact to laugh under your breath. “Anyways, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while! You look great, I must say” you point out, referencing the outfit.

“I always look great, darling,” he says, putting on Freddie’s accent. You raise your arms in surrender and he shoots you a grin. Suddenly he’s Rami again, just like that. “So I’ve got that one big scene tomorrow and I feel like something is off with my performance and I just can’t put my finger on it. I was wondering if you were free later tonight after we’re done shooting to go over the script with me?” you’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose, but he’s giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, I know that feeling,” you say, thinking back to your stupid song. Maybe you can play it for him and get his input? You quickly brush off the thought, this is about him, not you. “And of course! I’d love to!” You can’t even pretend you aren’t honored and a little excited to see him later. Even though you’ve fallen in love with your little routine, you have a real soft spot for this boy.

“Perfect! I can’t wait to see you then” he waves as he walks off. You wave back and once he’s turned the corner, you can’t contain your giddiness. Before you know it, you’re hopping and -hopefully- internally squealing like a schoolgirl. He’s just so cute, okay? It’s not fair. It shouldn’t be legal.

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You spend the rest of your day curled up in the bean bag chair in the corner of the writers' room going over a thousand different scenarios in your head, both eagerly and anxiously awaiting the end of filming. You’ve really been thrown for a loop here, going from total isolation to the midst of practically a high school crush. You’re not even entirely sure why, there’s just something about him. You’re not quite sure whether you like it or not, but there’s one thing you do know. Denying it won’t get you anywhere, you’ve been down that road before.

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sheeriouslysheerio · 6 years

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Christmas Cuddles// (An Ed Sheeran X reader one shot)

Here’s a little Christmas fic for all your fluffy needs(Christmas is over BUT UH WELL SHHHH); had quite a blast writing this AND I HOPE Y’ALL LIKE IT, I’M PRETTY NEW TO THE WHOLE WRITING THING SO ANY FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED AND UH ENJOY

Blinking, you adjusted to your surroundings; nuzzling into your pillow as you stirred in the cold Christmas morning; the chilly air bit at your exposed skin as you huddled into a ball and snuggled into a warm embrace. Wait, warm? Warm? Embrace? Since when? You knew for a fact that darn heater you own sucked at its job and breaks more often than its even capable of. And you also knew that you went to bed alone, as the cats, who happens to be both smarter than you, had decided to take refuge under the tree within a mound of blankets, the Christmas lights were probably serving as a better heater than that bloody darned machine could ever be. And well, Ed wasn't home, he couldn't make it, as always, all the Christmas promo had filled his entire schedule, he didn't like it, but it was work, and a necessity; you didn't blame him, obviously not, but you would've liked to at least have some company, after all, it was Christmas day.

Curious, you wiggled closer to the warmth source, getting comfortable the closer you went near it. You were still partially asleep, eyes half-closed, brain on autopilot, lazy to generally get up. Your arms reached behind you to poke at the mysterious warmth giver, could it have been the cats? Maybe. Your fingertips came in contact with a soft texture, dragging your finger along the surface you simmered in the sensation, threading a path, seeing how far you can go, eventually reaching up in a rather awkward angle you froze as your fingertips came in contact with a feeling you only recognised too well: Ed's hair. With the realisation your body flipped in an impossibly fast manner as you turned and faced the love of your life. And, like literal magic, he was right there, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully like some kind of magical wizard teddy bear.

You couldn't quite contain your excitement, all sense of tiredness was thrown out of the window as you looked at him, he was your powerhouse, and it's overall just been a while since you last saw him. Unable to just resort to looking at him anymore, your fingers gently poked his cheek, no response. Slightly impatient and feeling generally naughty at the moment, you gently gripped his soft cheeks with two fingers on each side, and slowly pulled it, and it definitely got a reaction out of him. He groaned, making some really weird sounds as his head turned to the other side, arms reaching out he encapsulated you in his trademark bear hug, pulling you right into him as you let out a soft 'oomph'. He muttered some complete gibberish before shutting up and going back to sleep again. You sure did miss this, just you and him, wrapped around each other, that tenderness of the skin contact was oh so fucking enjoyable.

Rolling your eyes playfully you struggled to move, the only thing free from his grasp were your fingers; they gripped at whatever was in range, and you came in contact with his little belly, stroking it with one hand while the other poked it. He didn't even budge one bit, and if anything, he seemed to like it, sinking deeper into the bed, sleep overtaking him. Groaning internally you started calling him, mainly because you're practically trapped within him and have no other choice, not that you're complaining, but it's Christmas day after all, and the child in you just wanted to open every single present there was. "Ed...Teddy...C'mon wakey wakey Edward," you called, causing him to move just the slightest, "Edddddddddd...its Christmas...there'll be food and presents...c'mon just wake up." Nothing. Ok yea he did move just the slightest but it only seemed like he was getting comfier in bed more than anything. Defeated, you had one last resort: tickle the shit out of him. Well, why not. Holding back your laughter your fingers expertly traced a path to his sensitive ticklish bits, and as soon as you started the tickling, boy did he woke. He began squirming around as he laughed a very raspy, sleepy laugh, then well in an almost accidental manner you got to his most ticklish spot, which caused this one hell of a human to roll off the bed in one swift roll, along with you, who was quite unfortunately trapped within him, and well, he wasn’t gonna suffer alone.

“Ouch…” you groaned, turning slightly you rolled off of him, eventually laying down next to him, who was currently as awake as ever, but generally stunned and was trying to process what the fuck he just went through to wake up. “D-did that just happen?” he exhaled, doing his classic hair ruffle he turned to face you, looking as gorgeous as ever even in the morning like you just didn't understand how it was humanely possible for someone to look THIS good 24/7 all year round. Well, as proven by him, it just was possible. “Mmhmm it seem like that DID just happen…BUT Merry Christmas Teddy!” you spoke with general excitement washing over you, finishing the sentence with a little boop on his nose. “Merry Christmas Love,” he smiled giddily staring into your eyes, looking like an angel as always, even though he was simply dressed in his green hoodie and pyjama pants. “Let’s go open the presents now Ed come onnnnnnnnn…and yes, also remember to explain to me how you fucking magicked your way back here,” you laughed as you dragged his colourful arm, eager to get moving, but he wasn’t budging one bit. “(Y/N), I think you’ve forgotten something,” Ed spoke softly, yawning as he did so, then he pointed upwards, and there it was, a fucking mistletoe, hung miraculously on your ceiling; as a matter of fact you knew you only hung up like three of those things, and you definitely didn’t remember hanging one there. “When the fuck did that get the-,” he didn't let you finish, instead he just slammed his lips into yours, gentle as always but with that fiery passion that seemed to always be there, always leaving you wanting more. Your lips moved in sync with one another, and as gentle as it had started it was actually getting pretty heated as he moved over on top of your body, pushing you down with one arm with considerable force, the other playing with your hair as he did so. You broke it before shit gets way too heated and the both of you gasped for air. “Jesus christ that’s the only christmas present I’ll ever need,” you subconsciously said, him agreeing with a nod and a ‘me too’.

Pecking his forehead, you pulled him up from the floor, finally getting to the tree with the presents that you were way too bloody excited for. Sitting down cross-legged pretty much plastered to each other, the both of you marvelled at the little pile of presents that have built up under the tree like young kids would've done. You motioned for Ed to open one first, then watched gleefully as he began targeting for a worthy present to be his first, picking one with a wrapping full of cats wearing christmas sweaters going ‘meow meow meow’, of course he’d pick that one. As he started ripping it apart the cats woke, approaching the both of you with interest, Dorito settled on your lap while Calippo planted its face into Ed affectionately then stayed put next to him, watching him. The present eventually revealed itself to be none other than from Ed’s parents themselves, a really adorable Star Wars sweater from his dad along with some cookies from his mom. Without hesitation he opened the cookie jar and immediately started stuffing one after another cookie into his mouth, munching in absolute delight. “You ‘ave to try these,” he mumbled as he munched, smiling as he watched Dorito playing with the discarded wrapper.

Grabbing a cookie from Ed you grabbed a little present that was closest to you, “Ah sweet, its from Taylor,” you said as you ripped it open, revealing a snow globe engraved with the word ‘purrfect’, encased within the globe were two cats holding hands? In this case, paws. They sat in the centre of the snow globe nuzzling into each other, it was so fucking cute. “Holy shit where’d she get this?” Ed moved slightly closer to you, taking the globe in his hands he turned it upside down and watched in awe as the little snowflakes moved around over the top of the cats, heck, one of them was a ginger cat. “This is brilliant,” you smiled, nuzzling into his neck, mirroring the scene the both of you couldn’t stop complimenting Taylor’s gift.

Eventually morning turned to afternoon as the both of you sat under the tree working from present to present, by the time the both of you moved to the final two presents, which were from each other, you were both wearing matching Star Wars sweaters from Ed’s dad, with half a cookie jar in hand, surrounded by numerous opened presents and a little mountain of wrapping, which the cats were playing with. “You first,” you motioned, excited but slightly nervous for him to open what you had for him. “No, you first,” he took his present with his little fingers then placed it on your lap, biting his lip, slight nerve hitting him but generally eager. You nodded, slowly ripping the little present apart, laughing as you got a glimpse of what he had given you: A scrapbook of your relationship together so far. The cover art was what had made you laugh, one of your fondest memories together, surprising Ed with little baby Dorito. Dorito was perched on his head as he laughed heartily hugging(ok more like a very intense tackling bear hug)you kissing your forehead happily while Calippo watched by the side. Matt had taken the picture as the both of you had celebrated Christmas at his parent’s that faithful year. You teared up flipping the scrapbook, it was just SO perfect. Ed smiled while he watched and cooed as he saw tears running down your face, “Hey, I didn’t got you a present for you to cry love,” he brushed the little droplets away, cupping your face he kissed you softly, pulling away he met his forehead with yours, glancing into your glistening eyes while your noses touched. “You’re amazing,” you whispered, ruffling his soft hair. He moved away as he picked up your rather sizeable gift, shooting you a cheeky grin(that needs to be made illegal) before he began to open yours, god you really hope he’s gonna like it. His eyes widened as he saw your present, “Holy SHIT you did not-”, he teared the remaining bits off extremely quickly as he looked at it, awestruck. You’ve gotten him a freaking family portrait that was drawn in The Simpsons art style. “Th-this is the best fucking thing ever!” he exclaimed before pretty much jumping on you and squeezing the very life out of you, mumbling a bunch of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I love you’s:’. “E-Ed I-I-I kabretdhv,” you mumbled. “Wot?” he let go just the slightest as he grinned at you. “I said I can’t breathe,” you laughed as Dorito and Calippo joined the scene, staring at the portrait in a rather humorous way.

After Ed had finished hanging the portrait up in the living room proudly he snapped a picture of it before posting it on Instagram, with the caption ‘Merry Christmas everyone, hope you’re all having a blast with your family, here’s my family as Simpsons xx’. You may or may not have rushed out of the house excitedly as he did so, to the second best thing Christmas had to offer: snow. You were already laying in the snow joyously as Ed came out to join you, wearing a little beanie that capped his head while some of his wild ginger strands stood out by the side, the falling snow decorating him like sprinkles on a cake.

Feeling mischievous, you threw a snowball right into his face, laughing at his reaction. “You started it,” he said as he threw a rather big one to you, hitting your shoulders. After about 30 minutes of hectic running and tackling-each-other-in-the-face-with-snowballs the both of you were extremely out of breath, laying on top of him on the snow coated ground he had his arms wrapped instinctively round you; it sure was a weird setting to cuddle, but it worked pretty darn well, as cliche as it was, on this cold little Christmas Day, it was perfect.

I HOPE THIS WASN’T TOO BAD AHHH FEEDBACK IS DEFINITELY WELCOMED AND THANK YOU FOR READING

#ed sheeran #code ginger #ed sheeran fanfiction #fanfiction #one shot #fluff #writing attempt

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stardusttkachuk-main · 7 years

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Cuddle-able

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: fluff, some swearing

Word Count: 1,077

Prompt: Rob and Y/N have been dating for a few months now, having kept their relationship a total secret for the majority of it. Once they let their friends in on the secret, it’s smooth sailing, until they forget the fans don’t know yet and Misha accidentally outs them.

Prompt 2: this fic is based off of the Facebook live video Misha did forever ago. I couldn’t get over how cute and cuddly Rob looked on the couch.

A/N: don’t judge me: I made the gif myself. I’m not very good, as you can tell, but I can’t for the life of me find a gif of Rob curled up on the couch and I desperately needed it for this fic. You guys! @crispychrissy was nice enough to make me a better quality gif of Rob on the couch! I’m so thankful for the kind gesture, it looks much better than anything I could’ve ever done so thank you again so so much!

A/N 2: I’m also bad at making Instagram edits, but also there are no lookalikes of Rob so deal.

(gif courtesy of @crispychrissy)

When the volunteer brought in the blankets and pillows, you were quick to snatch one up of each and claim your spot on the couch. Everyone was busy, so you really had nothing to do. You planned on catching a cat-nap before the concert tonight. You threw your headphones in, curled up onto the couch and closed your eyes.

You woke to the door slamming and some rather rambunctious voices swirling around.

“Hey,” someone voiced a little softer. You opened your eyes just in time to see Rob place his finger to his lips and point at you. When he turned his head, he hung it in defeat. “Or not. She’s already awake.”

“Yeah, thanks a lot,” you grumbled teasingly.

“Pillows!” Richard yelled, tossing one on the floor and then throwing two blankets down with it. “I’m gonna be a burrito.” You giggled as he set up camp in front of the couch you were laying on.

Rob made his way over to you, climbing in behind you on the couch that was not nearly big enough for two. After a couple of months of sneaking around with Rob, the cast eventually found out the two of you were dating, which made conventions and set life a lot easier, but the fans had yet to know.

Misha joined you all backstage. He and Mark were waiting for their autograph booths to be set up and everything to be ready for them, so they took the time to hang out and talk for a little while.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna do a live stream, is that alright?” He asked. No one had any complaints until you realized he was filming this for the fans, meaning that if the fans saw you all curled up against Rob, there would definitely be some questions.

Rob noticed too, and as Misha panned his way to Rich, you tried your hardest to get out of frame as quickly as possible. Rob’s eyes followed you as you stood, giving you a kind smile and shifting onto his back on the couch. You moved over to Chris and Matt, tucking yourself between them.

Rob talked to the camera lazily, his eyes shifting towards you every couple of seconds. Rich had a tendency to make everyone laugh and he was doing just that, joking about being the band's spoon and even letting Billy Moran cuddle up to him. You giggled on the sidelines as Misha panned the phone your way.

“And look at these three, all on their feet,” he said. Chris and Matt both puckered their lips to place kisses on your forehead and you leaned your chin on your fist, smiling happily.

“So yeah. This is it. Exciting stuff,” Misha continued.

“Rock and roll,” Rob added. Misha ended the vlog with a closeup on Rich’s face, letting him whine about his lack of sleep. His own fault, you figured.

You joined Rob back on the couch, frowning as he spoke an apology in your ear. You turned over to face him, resting your head against his chest. You didn’t want to talk about his apology, so instead, you simply closed your eyes and let yourself rest with him.

No matter how hard he tried, Rob could never sneak out without waking you up. Whether the two of you were in bed together, or it was a time like right now on the couch, he always failed at escaping without disrupting your slumber.

“I have to go pull Kim and Bri off stage, I’ll be back,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You took a glance around the room at all your friends gathered there. Now it was just Misha, Chris and Matt. “Sorry I fell asleep on y’all,” you apologized with a laugh. The three men chuckled too.

“It's okay. We only took pictures of you while you slept. Rob wouldn't let us draw a mustache,” Matt teased.

You giggled with an eye roll and sat up on the couch, taking the blanket with you. “Did I miss anything?” They shook their heads and you smiled. “Did you guys nap?”

“Mark and Rich did,” Misha answered. “The rest of us talked.”

“So serious question,” Matt interrupted. There was a spring in his voice like he had been keeping back this question all day. “How come you and Rob haven't told the fans about your relationship?”

“There's not really a need to?” You mentioned, a bit taken aback by the question. “The timing isn't really right either. I know fans have their suspicions and such but we haven't been together that long. You guys only found out about a month ago, and he and I had only been keeping it a secret for a couple months before that.”

“Have you talked about telling the fans?” Matt pressed on.

“Yeah, of course. I just don't think he or I are ready yet. Why the sudden interest in it?”

“You didn't get out of frame quick enough,” Misha mumbled, his head hanging low in sorrow.

“You guys are weird. What frame?”

“The Facebook live video,” Misha responded. “In all fairness, they think the two of you are really cute.”

You were every bit confused, trying to retrace your steps and think about what Facebook live video you had been on when you were with Rob. Then it hit you. The couch; the video that happened just an hour or so ago. “Ohhhh,” you drug out, shaking your head.

“Hey, don’t feel bad,” you said, noticing Misha’s frown. “You warned us and I don’t think you were purposely trying to expose us.”

“Actually he was,” Matt interrupted. “That’s was his whole plan all along.”

You laughed, throwing your pillow at him. “You’re an ass. I bet you put him up to it!”

“Innocent until proven guilty.”

“Matt Cohen, you are always guilty of something,” you teased.

“Rob’s gonna be real happy you’re cool with this,” Matt smiled.

“Y’all have a panel tomorrow. I’ll let him spill the beans then.”

“He’s not going to wait that long,” Matt laughed, earning a nod from Misha and Chris.

Of course, they were right. When Rob found out you were okay with letting the fans know about your relationship, he didn’t hesitate to pick his favorite picture of you two and share it on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. He chose one from today, you two at your most relaxed moment, unedited and unscripted. In his words, just perfect.

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kayrockerqog · 6 years

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Somehow, Cats Were Involved: Giripan Oneshot

Meeting your soulmate. Something every person on Earth has been dying to do ever since they were born. It is said that you will be given small snippets of information about how you will meet throughout your life, random pieces of information that don't even make sense for the time being.

The concept of meeting your soulmate was an interesting one, well, interesting being an understatement, at least to Kiku. He would watch in silence from across the way as his fellow nations revealed in the little details they were given on how they would finally know who their soulmates were.

Alfred always went on and on about being extremely tense and anxious to merely walk through the automatic doors of a Walmart during Christmas season, because he has no clue when he'll be hit in the face with a carton of chocolate milk.

Arthur knew his encounter was going to happen next to a famous landmark, although unaware of which one, and that it also involved light snow and a purple rose. Francis had a similar one, only he knew his soulmate would appear next to his landmark, The Eiffel Tower in Paris, and that his soulmate had blonde hair. The fact that they didn't realize it was unnerving to Kiku, to say the least. He always thought they would hook up.

Feliciano and Ludwig had figured theirs out quite recently. He had been there to witness his best friends realize their connection, while they took a trip to one of the various beaches in Southern Italy after a marathon. Ludwig had been nervous because he would be meeting his soulmate in his swimsuit in Italy, and Feliciano would meet his while he was nearly drowning in the Mediterranean Sea. Needless to say, both sides were pleasantly surprised at the outcome.

But the most 'interesting' case was his own. Kiku didn't know much about his encounter, despite being alive for so long. All he knew about his, was that it would be in the snow and that somehow, cats were involved.

Little did he realize, that this could happen at any time. Snow wasn't uncommon in most of the places he could be found, minus most of Italy and parts of Greece, and he always spotted a cat one way or another wherever he went. He adored their independent and intelligent facades, the fluffiness of their fur against his pale olive skin, and the sarcastically lazy yet loving look in their wide eyes. Cats were a comfort, and he wasn't the only one who thought so.

The introverted nation spent the early December morning strolling through a small village in Northern Greece, watching the bright blue sky covered in powder blue clouds scrape the horizon as the sun rose. He watched his breath become visible, in a transparent white cloud from beneath his scarf in the chilled morning air. Despite the minor goosebumps, he was content.

Suddenly, the peaceful sky began to turn sour, the puffy clouds slowly turning dark and dull, more and more hiding the sky as little specs of white fell to the ground. 'Oh, it's snowing,' Kiku thought to himself, his face melting back to its neutral expression, as he contemplated the same idea he always had, was this it?

His pace started to quicken, as did the downpour of snowflakes colliding with the cracked stone back-road he walked on. He approached a nearby alleyway, next to a local coffee shop that seemed to be just opening for business. Kiku noted the paper sign sporting the words 'Now Open, Welcome!' in both English and Greek, and proceeded to walk in.

It was a quaint little shop, a few early morning customers gathered at small toffee-colored tables with dark oak chairs, framed pictures of sunsets and ocean views laid against the walls, and the counter up front was very welcoming, with their operators constantly smiling and spreading extra warmth around the room.

The short nation lowered his scarf from his face to his neck, exposing his glowing pink cheeks to the light. He took a quick breath, his thinner frame quivering a bit from the sudden chill he received. Kiku spotted an empty seat at the counter-top, and he calmly took it, eyeing the menu curiously. "Good morning, sir. May I help you?" A young woman approached him from the other side, her voice producing a slight Greek lisp as she spoke in her native tongue.

Kiku raised his head slightly, a light blush of embarrassment poking at his face as he replied to his best abilities in the language. "My apologies, I don't know much Greek." The woman smiled at him, her lightly tanned skin glowing in the ceiling light, "That's quite alright, do you speak English?" Kiku smiled, and nodded, "Much better, yes. Thank you."

"Not a problem, sir. May I get you anything?" "Yes, is a plain green tea alright?" "Of course! Coming up soon." He watched his server prance back into the kitchen, possibly to start a new batch, and he was left alone with his thoughts. 'Everything seems to be going smoothly. Perhaps this isn't the time . . .' However, he was just proven wrong.

The front door suddenly crashed open behind him, a freezing cold wind blowing through the shop and trailing a mess of snow behind it. "I need help!" A straining voice called from the door, their footsteps heavy and squishing against the floor from the snow on their boots. Kiku recognized the phrase, and coincidentally, the voice, despite the volume and the hurt it possessed.

He turned in his seat, his back facing the counter as he met the eyes of his fellow nation. His wet, wavy brown hair was spread all over the place, white specks covering it all over. His bright green eyes were trembling with worry, their soft and typically docile glint switching to the exact opposite. Kiku didn't know why, until his saw what Heracles was carrying.

Lying unconscious in his arms, shivering helplessly from the cold, was a tiny grey kitten. Its leg was bleeding and its breathing was shabby at best. Several staff members burst through the back doors, one of them carrying a medical kit, as if they knew what was happening. "What happened this time?" an older man asked the elder nation, who carefully removed the kitten from his arms and laid him on a table. "She was attacked by a wild dog, poor thing."

Heracles' voice was hurting, he rarely ever spoke this loud, and needless to say it peaked Kiku's interest. He left his seat, approaching his comrade from behind as he watched the patrons tend to the poor creature. "I'm sure she'll be just fine, Hera-kun." For a moment, the nation of Greece was stunned, but he turned to see his Eastern friend and gave him a sad and partially confused smile, "I do hope so, hello Kiku."

The tiny Asian returned the gesture, placing a hand on Heracles' shoulder while the two of them watched the supposed owner of the shop wrap a bandage around the kitten's fragile leg. "This has happened before?" Kiku asked, his accented voice struggling a bit as he attempted Greek again. Heracles gave him an odd look, before shoving him aside from the crowd.

"What . . . what are you doing?" he demanded, concerned and cringing slightly from the force his fellow nation was using. Heracles gave him a blank look before leaning down to match his gaze. "This may seem like an inappropriate time, especially when an innocent creature is suffering right next to us," he began in English, sending a quick glance back to the table before returning his sights to the raven-haired nation he held against the wall, "But I was told that I would meet my soulmate when they attempted to speak my language in a coffee shop."

They were silent. Kiku could sense Heracles' arm leaning above his head against the wall his back was forced into, and he felt his knees buckling from the revelation. With a stutter, he replied, "Mine was supposed to arrive during a fit of snow . . . and somehow, with cats involved." This time, they both eyed the table impatiently, before the owner straightened back up and searched for the two of them.

"She's awake, sir." The nations shared a quick look of collective relief as they rushed back to the table, eagerly awaiting the kitten's gaze. Kiku saw her first, and he froze immediately. She was laying on her back, her tiny legs flailing playfully in the air as the woman trying to serve him was flinging a toy at her. She mewed quietly, licking the side of her face as she yawned. Carefully, Heracles lifted the small creature back into his arms, staring at it admirably.

"What a brave girl you are. So strong, so beautiful." Kiku gave a half-smile, glad to see they were both happy, but it swiftly wavered as he recollected what just happened. Only nations were allowed to pair with other nations, so with all of this . . . He paused, and evidently, so did Heracles.

The staff left them alone, somehow realizing the newfound tension between the two, and got back to work. Heracles set the kitten down on a table for a moment, and trudged toward Kiku, grabbing his hand and holding it to his chest. The Japanese nation could feel the stinging blush rising to his face as Heracles remained firm. "I fell like there is only one thing we can do now." Kiku nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

They then proceeded to play vigorously with the kitten, later named Tamashī*, until the storm cleared up. The two nations also admitted their coherent feelings for each other, accepted each other as their soulmates, and later took a huge nap at one of Greece's nearby homes in each other's arms, Tamashī cuddling between them.

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*Tamashī --> Soul in Japanese.

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pantsarejustpants · 7 years

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Summer is in Season

If you should know anything about me it is that I dislike the coming cold months, the frost, the short days, the general Winter. I will refrain from any Game Of Thrones reference here, this is a classy blog, not funkin' 9gag. This blog is so classy I started out with a praeteritio.

To shield me from the soon-to-dawn-upon-us-all winter temperatures, I am showcasing the most effective of accessories available. It is the most prominent one in the picture shown above, and it goes by the name of Lucifer. Of course, calling it an accessory is an abomination, as you can clearly see it is a cat. Cats will keep you warm forever. They are lovable creatures so your heart can literally never die (that is a proven fact by Science™). This one in particular is fluffy, fuzzy and loves to cuddle, so cold nights are long gone problematics as any a Lucifer will lay in bed with you and keep you warm (while you keep her warm, that is a win-win sitch). Frisky mornings, however, still happen as these babes need their full bowl o’ food in the morning and frankly, at that moment they do not care if your feet are covered or not. En tout cas, I would advise everyone to get a pet for the rest of their lives. Other than using this companion animal, I am keeping warm with a truly remarkable jumper this time. A distinguishable Gildan Heavy Blend half cotton/half polyester jumper with a fabulous design by Raketgeleerde. It's a warm, comfortable jumper and the fact that it shows a skull wearing sunglasses eating pizza is obviously a favourable aspect. They could probably sell these at H&M or Forever 21 in between the “Unicorn Bagels Are Forever” and the “Keep Calm And Go Get Fucked” shirts or whatever those things say nowadays. Very inspiring to say the least. The pizza box on this jumper says “pizza punx”, to make extra clear this is a punx jumper. Perfect for when you are at a non-punx place and you wanna ensure everybody that you are, in fact, a punx.

Now get ready for some real fashion advice. This will shock you!

... Would you look at that?! The T-shirt I am wearing underneath my jumper is the exact same colour. How clever! This way, when my shirt hangs out from under my jumper, which – fair talk – happens often, no one will ever notice. Of course, this has all been done intentionally when browsing through my draw– eh, wardrobe closet. I carefully picked out this Nervous Mothers Canvas-brand T-shirt. This T-shirt was a leftover from their 2014 USA tour. I got it off them for €5 after they got back to Belgium. Great deal, for me at least. I bet they were happy to get rid of it as well. Great shirt, it is actually made in the United States (the ones of America, ed. note) on a 90% cotton, 10% polyester blend. Very comfortable and the perfect fit for under my same-coloured jumper, the colour being grey – at least I think so.

Here is another picture. Because the colours are the samesies, you can hardly tell I am wearing the jumper in a highly-acclaimed shitbag fashion. I could go undercover golfing like this, or try out the stock market. I could enjoy a walk on the beach with my young trophy wife. I could have a driveway twice the size of a golf court in this outfit. However, do not worry, sometimes I do these things just for the cameras. Gotta rake in that shitbag-fashion money, am I right?

On the subject of pants: the pants are Angels jeans. 93% cotton, 2% elasthan, 5% polyester. God knows where these come from. They are really just pants, peeps. As far as I know, their main purpose is stopping the inevitable merging of my both legs to form one big leg. That is what I have heard. Also to stop people from seeing me in my boxers. They are very nice pants. They do the job.

Underneath them I am proudly wearing my worn-out Vans slip-on sneakers. They show a checkered American Flag pattern. Ye classic stars and checkers. Star-spangled slip-on shoes. I bought them in America. To be precise, somewhere in Florida, most likely Miami. Huh, that was not precise at all. I bought them in a shoestore in Might-ami. That sounds about right. I wear these shoes to show of my global character. My Wanderlust. These shoes represent the endless quest for discovery. Truly.

Because there often is another side to these photoshoots as well, I want to show you two bloopers from this session. In the first, you can actually clearly see how my shirt covers my belly where my jumper failed to do so, all the while it still looks like one sole garment. Flawlessly coordinated. Notice how the cat is lovingly trying to get the heck out of this weird position I am keeping her in. No intent, just notice it please.

-Karel

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marichat-sins · 7 years

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Valentine's Day

Summary: After a rough Valentine’s Day, who else would be there to comfort Lucy other than Natsu?

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship

Word Count: 1,561

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Valentine’s Day. A day loved by many, and a day hated by others. Usually, Lucy would be a part of the ‘love group’ but not this year. No, this year her boyfriend of ten months broke up with her in a text message on the day she looked forward to each year.

So that would help explain why the blonde woman was currently sitting on her couch in her apartment with a tub of melting chocolate chip mint ice cream and watching Hallmark movies.

She was swaddled in an oversized hoodie she had “accidentally” taken from her best friend a few months back. With the hoodie, she wore a pair of old ratty sweatpants and had her golden hair in a very messy bun. She didn’t care in the slightest about how she looked at the moment.

Lucy glared as she watched the actors in the movie she was watching kiss after they confessed their love for each other. She bitterly stabbed her spoon into her ice cream in an attempt to stop herself from throwing said spoon at her TV screen. It’s been proven to be a harder task with every movie she watched. Why she was torturing herself like this? Who knows. Maybe it’s for the ice cream. At least, that’s what she tells herself. She pulled the red fabric of the hoodie’s sleeve that bared her old college logo over her hand as she wiped away the tear forming in her eye.

She refused to waste anymore of her precious tears on that fool. Erza’s words, not hers.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table going unnoticed until a familiar ringtone drowned out the noise coming from the TV. The song ‘Strike Back’ blared through her speakers loudly, Natsu’s name flashing on the screen next the picture she had set for his contact which was of him and her the day they went to the fair, two wide grins directed towards the camera with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

She sighed slightly, knowing that it would be best to pick up the call instead of declining it like she with all of her other friends. It seems that she had taken to long to answer though, because as she was reaching for the cell, her phone went silent.

Mentally, she was relieved. As much as she would want to talk to Natsu she knew it would just end with him scouring the city for Dan so he could challenge him to a fist fight, and Lucy really did not want to be called down to the station again to post bail for her best friend. It was bad enough that Laxus had her set on speed dial!

And if Laxus had gotten wind of the situation from Natsu, he would’ve just joined in on the fight somehow managing to find a way to drag Gray and Gajeel into the matter as well. So all in all, it would just end up being a giant mess.

Instead of sitting around and moping for the rest of the day. Lucy decided that it was high time for her to get herself in bed after a nice long bath.

Once she had finished her relaxing bath, she changed into the fuzziest and warmest pajamas that she owned before tiredly crawling into her bed, ready to just sleep the rest of this horrible day away.

But of course, fate had a different idea.

Lucy cuddled into her covers, closing her eyes and was ready to fall asleep. But suddenly, her door was kicked open, followed by Lucy screaming bloody murder until she saw locks that were her favorite color. Pink, letting her immediately know who it was that had broken into her house. Again.

There, under the doorframe leading to her bedroom, stood her best friend with a wide grin. Natsu’s smile grew as he saw Lucy’s face. In his arms were his laptop, a box of her favorite chocolates, a bundle of red roses, and Happy. His poor cat was squashed between everything and held tightly to his owner’s chest, meowing in annoyance.

“Natsu? What are you doing here?” Lucy yawned as she pushed herself up. The oddly colored cat managed to writhe his way out of Natsu’s arms, dropping to the ground before skidding his way over to the blonde woman. Happy hopped onto her bed before immediately pushing his head into her chest, purring as he crawled his up to her shoulder.

“We’re havin’ a Netflix binge day and yer gonna like it.” Natsu declared, tossing her silver laptop that was decorated with a beautifully drawn dragon that was surrounded by flames onto her bed. She spent a little while admiring his artwork as she always did before eying the chocolates and roses. On the hand that was holding the flowers, was a mirage of blues and purples that covered his knuckles. Upon further inspection, Lucy noticed that his lower lip had an angry red gash running up it, disappearing at the curve of his lip.

“Did you get into a fight Natsu? Again?” This man that she called her best friend always got into fights, at least twice a week, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he did. But just because she should have gotten use to it by now after all these years, it didn’t mean that she had to like it.

When Natsu’s body went frigid, her question was confirmed as he began to shift in place and twirled the bundle of roses in his hand as some sort of distraction, keeping his olive eyes away from her brown ones. When Lucy sighed he glanced up at her, gazing at her through his surprisingly thick lashes as he gave her his best puppy dog look, his busted up lips curling into a pout knowing that it would sway her. It was after all her weak point.

“He deserved it Luce, he really did.” Lucy frowned at the tone of his voice. Typically after a fight with his opponent, all the malice that Natsu had felt towards them disappeared as he usually got his anger out with each fist thrown at them, so to hear him still sound so angry at the person was extremely rare. His puppy face morphed into a glare as he scowled at the ground.

“No one gets to do that to ya and gets away with it Luce, no one. So he had it coming. Plus,” Natsu added, looking up at her with a cheerful expression, “I’ve been wantin’ ta punch that bastard for months now! Now I finally had a reason!”

Lucy didn’t need to ask who it was he fought, she didn’t need to. Natsu always had a strong dislike for Dan, ever since she had introduced the brunette man as her boyfriend. Plus, he was the only one who had wronged her as of recently, so he was the only person that made sense. Lucy didn’t question it as Natsu laid the roses on her nightstand before crawling into the bed with her and Happy, setting the box of chocolates off to the side.

“Do… Do ya need a hug?” Lucy felt her face flush at the innocent question before nodding, wrapping her arms around his sculpted torso. She didn’t get hugs from Natsu often, even though she wished she did seeing as his hugs were the best. It was rare for him to even offer one, it was usually Lucy who stole hugs from him and they were always from the back when she needed him to comfort her. So why would she say no?

His arms circled her waist, bring her close to his chest as he held her tightly, feeling Happy squirm between them until he decided to rest on their laps. Lucy smiled, the first smile all day as she rested her head on his collar feeling his oddly high body heat surround her, warming her from head to toe. It was times like this, moments like this with Natsu that she wished would be frozen forever. But unfortunately that would never happen.

“Now,” Lucy said as she pulled away from him looking up at him with a smile. “I believed I was promised a Netflix binge day, which comes with cuddling, right?” Natsu barked out a laugh, startling the blue cat that was laying on their legs as he bent over to grab the laptop he had brought with him, letting Lucy type in his password as he settled back, Happy padding on his stomach until he curled up into a ball, his back pressing against Lucy’s abdomen. Lucy was lying on her side, head on Natsu’s chest as they pressed play.

It was then that Lucy realized that this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be curled up with Natsu, his arm secured tightly around her as they binged on The Office, cuddling and just being happy. She didn’t need Dan, and she didn’t need anyone else for that matter. All she needed was Natsu, and even if he wouldn’t be there for her as a boyfriend, having him there for her as a best friend was enough for her.

So that’s what she did. On the day of love, she laid with him, hearts beating in perfect harmony. Because she wouldn’t want to love anyone else.

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Fic: When in Brooklyn

After returning from his first date with Magnus, Alec runs straight into Izzy. Merciles interrogation and a second date with Magnus ensue. (3,910 words)

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Alec didn’t even have time to take his boots and jacket off before the door to his room flew open and Izzy stormed through it. She stopped a few steps away from him, with her arms folded over her chest and an expectant look in her eyes.

“So?”

Alec rolled his eyes. He loved his sister, he really did, but sometimes her endless curiosity was just unbearable. Especially when it came to his private life. More specifically, him dating Magnus.

Also, he was still holding a bit of a grudge against her for all that fuss about his outfit a few hours earlier. He decided that it was time for a little revenge for that. So instead of doing what she wanted and telling her all about his date with Magnus, he just shrugged off his jacket and pretended not to know what she was talking about. “So what?”

Izzy grinned, playfully smacking her brother’s upper arm. “Oh you know what I’m talking about. Your date with Magnus - how did it go?” She looked at him with big, curious puppy eyes and Alec almost caved in. He had always had a hard time saying no to that look.

Instead, he turned away from Izzy to store away the leather jacket in his cabinet and tried to pull himself together. Revenge, he reminded himself and grinned mischievously. He turned back to Izzy, seemingly unbothered by those puppy eyes. “Oh, that”, he deadpanned. “It was alright.”

Izzy gasped for air and stamped her foot onto the ground, which had Alec laughing. His sister was just too amusing when she was not getting what she wanted.

“Aright? Come on, Alec, you know how curious I am about stuff like that. Don’t be mean. I tell you everything about my dates.”

“Yeah, half of which I don’t even want to know about. Besides, you have been getting on my nerves all afternoon. So deal with the consequences”, Alec scoffed and flopped down onto his bed. He looked back at his sister and laughed when he noticed that she had changed tactics. Instead of deliberately trying to make him feel bad about not telling her anything, she had put on a disappointed face, all pouted lips and furrowed brows.

The sight was so endearing that Alec couldn’t keep up his unimpressed façade any longer – he let out a gentle laugh and patted the empty space next to him, motioning for her to sit down. Izzy put on a big grin when she sat down and Alec put an arm around her, squeezing her tight. “You are such an annoying little shit sometimes, Isabelle.”

Izzy didn’t even look the slightest bit sorry – she even had the nerves to put on a smug grin. “But it gets me what I want, big bro. Now, start talking. How was it?”

Alec tried to ignore the bubbling warmth in his chest when he called back the memories of his evening with Magnus. “Honestly, it was great. We went to Paris and – “

Isabelle’s eyes got big and her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “He took you to Paris for your first date? Well, that warlock sure knows how to make a good impression.”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that”, Alec admitted and continued reluctantly telling her about the restaurant and their walk by the Seine. Izzy kept asking him for more details constantly and chuckled when she saw her big brother blush when obliged and after a short pause told her about their kiss on the bridge. Alec tried to keep his narration as short as possible, but by the time he was done talking, Izzy put both her hands over her heart and fell back onto the bed with a dreamy gaze in her eyes anyway. “By the angel Alec, that is so romantic, I am so jealous right now”.

“Jealous of what?”

Alec all but groaned when a familiar mop of blond hair appeared around the doorway. Being questioned about his date by Izzy was embarrassing enough, but apparently the universe hated him enough to send over his parabatai, who was no less curious than their sister.

“Alec went on his first date with Magnus tonight and they went to freaking Paris” Izzy blurted out before Alec could even open his mouth to tell Jace that he should go mind his own business.

But instead of a snarky or sarcastic comment, Jace barely even reacted to the news of Alec’s spontaneous trip to Europe. On the contrary, he didn’t seem to impressed at all. His face stayed calm, the only hint to him being surprised was the slight raise of his eyebrows. But apart from that, Jace hardly reacted. And that could only mean one thing – there was work to do. “Yeah, great. Alec, we need to get going. There’s been a demon attack about six blocks down from Union square. Shape-shifters, I think. Come on”, he said and nodded towards the hallway.

Alec released a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding. Usually he hated late-night missions when he wasn’t even on patrol, but tonight he couldn’t be happier about the unexpected opportunity to get away from Izzy’s questions. Getting up, he shot Jace a thankful look and got a sympathetic smile in return. “Been there, buddy. When Clary first moved in here, Izzy wouldn’t stop interrogating me, so I know the feeling”, Jace said and patted his brother’s shoulder when the older shadowhunter moved past him and into the hallway.

Alec was pretty sure he’d never been happier about the existence of Clary Fray.

Magnus felt like he was a teenager all over again. Once he got back into his apartment, he felt like dancing all over the place and swooning over Alec for at least the next few hours. He tried to pull himself together, but he just couldn’t. The evening had just gone too well. Get yourself together Bane, you’re over 400 years old and this is not how you usually react to first dates, he scolded himself. Unfortunately, that didn’t help much either.

Again, Magnus blamed it all on Alec. From the moment that shadowhunter had shown up on his doorstep earlier that night, he just had known that this date would be special. And he had been right. Being with Alec just felt like second nature to him. There were no awkward moments, no embarrassing silence, not a single time when he’d doubted the decision to go out with the shadowhunter. Instead, Magnus had been able to let go and just enjoy the time with Alec.

He’d even felt comfortable enough to tell him a thing or two about his past – stuff that would usually scare people away instead of making them stick around. But again, Alec had surprised him in just listened, letting the warlock talk about those the shadows from the past, not judging him for a single second.

Long story short, Magnus Bane was pretty sure that Alec Lightwood was someone special. The warlock let out a happy sigh, shrugged off his jacked and carelessly threw it over the armrest of his living room couch, earning an angry hiss from beneath the fabric. Magnus slapped his hands in front of his mouth in shock and then rushed over to the couch. He was just about to remove the jacket with a snap of his fingers when a very displeased-looking cat crawled out from underneath the shiny purple fabric.

“Oh Chairman, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Sorry, darling”, Magnus apologized, feeling bad immediately. He picked the Chairman up and cuddled him tightly to his chest. But apparently the Chairman didn’t feel at all like cuddling. All he did was squirm in Magnus’s arms until the warlock let him go. As soon as his paws touched the floor, the cat shot Magnus an angry look and returned back onto the couch, laying down in his usual spot. A few seconds later, Magnus heard a content, soft snoring from where his cat was rolled up into a ball of fur.

“Traitor”, Magnus murmured and walked over to the kitchen and his liquor cabinet. He could really use a drink right now. He quickly got a Martini ready and then joined the Chairman on the couch. Magnus put his feet on the coffee table and smiled softly when he reminisced the final moments of his date with Alec.

After they had decided to go back home, he had portaled them to a spot a few blocks away from the Institute. Just to be safe. After all, this had only been their first date and even though Magnus was pretty sure there were more to follow, he wanted to spare themselves the judging looks of the overly-conservative nephilim at the Institute, first and foremost those of Maryse Lightwood.

Not because he couldn’t bear those looks and all the judgement – he had stopped caring about what other people thought of him about 200 years ago – but because of Alec. Of course, the shadowhunter had stood up to the Institute’s far too conservative values more than once since the wedding, but still, there was no need to make this more complicated than absolutely necessary. So he had just opted for a short, but sweet goodbye kiss, leaving Alec a bit flustered and with the promise to call him the following day.

A promise he intended to keep, but when he looked over to Chairman Meow who managed to keep a frown on his furry face even in his sleep, he had a different idea.

Alec didn’t check his phone until the next morning. The demon Jace and him had chased near Union Square had proven to be much more of a challenge than expected, leaving both him and his parabatai completely exhausted after they finally had managed to eliminate it.

Once back at the institute, Alec had only taken a quick shower and fallen into his bed, passing out immediately and not wasting a single thought to anything, not even to Magnus.

So the surprise was even bigger when he woke up the next morning and, once he had turned off his alarm, noticed a new message from Magnus on the screen sent shortly after they had said goodbye to each other last night.

When he opened the message, he found not only a text but also a picture of a really cute, but somehow also really grumpy-looking cat sleeping in Magnus’s living room. Alec smiled at the cute photo before he started reading the actual text.

My cat is totally sulking because I didn’t introduce you to him yesterday. I think he hates me more than ever now.

Alec laughed to himself and started typing a reply.

Well, seems like we need to make up for that, don’t you think?

He hit send right away, without much thinking about what he’d just written. Overthinking made anything worse anyway. Instead, he put his phone back onto his bedside table and wriggled out of the sheets to start his day.

Throughout the day, Alec tried not to think too much about Magnus and their date. There were more important things to deal with right now, for example the war they had to win.

Still, he couldn’t completely shut the warlock out of his mind – whenever he had a moment to himself, no matter how short, his thoughts got carried back to Paris easily. But they came back to the present immediately when he heard the oh-so-familiar staccato of sharp steps approaching him.

Alec had stopped bothering about his mother almost never greeting him a long time ago. Maryse Lightwood had never been one of those mothers who showed her love for her children openly. Also, he figured that she was still kind of pissed at him about the wedding.

“Alec”, she just said sharply, “there was a demon attack in northern Manhattan. I already told Jace that you two should take care of that one. Go get ready.” And gone she was. Alec didn’t even try to argue and just nodded towards the door when Jace appeared in the main hall of the Institute. They had a demon to get rid of.

When he got the chance to check is phone again in the early afternoon, he found that his favorite warlock had already replied.

I got a few errands to run tomorrow, but how about dinner and a movie at my place? Does 8 pm work for you?

Again, Alec did not really think about what to answer and just typed back right away.

You need any help cooking? I could come over earlier if you want.

Alec didn’t cook very often, but compared to his siblings his cooking skills were pretty decent. Isabelle somehow always managed to either burn the stuff she was cooking or make it completely inedible. And as for Jace, Alec wasn’t even sure if his brother knew how to switch on a stove.

He was about to put his phone back into his pocket when another text from Magnus popped up on the screen.

Any excuse to see you earlier is fine, Alexander. Come over whenever you’re done at the Institute :)

When Alec arrived at Magnus’s loft the next day, he found the warlock leaning against his kitchen counter, flipping through what seemed to be a really, really old cooking book judging from the dust that rose from the paper whenever he turned a page.

Magnus looked up and rose his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that Alec was frowning.

“Has nobody ever told you that you should lock your front door? I mean, I could have been a burglar or something like that.”

Magnus chuckled before he put the book down onto the counter and walked over to Alec, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. “No need to. The entire place is glamoured, only people I want to have here can come in. Believe me, if you were a burglar, you wouldn’t even have made it through the front door.”

He looked up into the shadowhunter’s eyes and relished in the feeling the soft gaze of those brown eyes gave him. He had been on his own for so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to care about someone so much. Now, his heart clenched a bit as if it couldn’t take it.

Judging from the soft smile on Alec’s face, the shadowhunter felt just the same. “Good thing I’m not a burglar, then”, Alec murmured, his gaze shifting down to Magnus’s lips when he ran his hand over he warlock’s cheek.

Magnus smiled softly. “Believe me, Alec, you have been on my list of welcomed guests since the day we met.” And then he finally leaned up to give his shadowhunter the welcome he deserved.

Cooking with a warlock was interesting, to say the least. That much Alec could say after watching Magnus whirl around his kitchen for a while, collecting sauce pans, knives and other kitchen tools, the blue sparks of his magic following him wherever he went.

Not only didn’t they have to buy the ingredients for the simple Italian pasta recipe they had decided on - Magnus just made the required groceries appear in his kitchen with a snap of his fingers.

But using his magic for making dinner also kept Magnus from actually cooking. With a wave of his hands, the tomatoes landed in the pot, a wooden spoon stirring the vegetables completely by itself while Magnus hopped onto the counter and poured himself a glass of wine.

“What?”, Magnus asked when he noticed Alec’s judgmental look wandering from the pots on the stove to him. He filled another glass and held it out to the shadowhunter. “That makes it so much easier.”

Alec took the wine glass, but kept a judgmental look on Magnus nonetheless. “Maybe, but that’s also cheating.”

The warlock let out an amused laugh. “Cheating? Come on, Alexander, I’m just making this much more enjoyable for both of us. No burnt stuff, no stains, no stress, just plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves while the food is getting ready.” He reached out and pulled Alec close enough so that he could wrap his legs around the shadowhunter and steal a kiss from those pretty lips.

But Alec wasn’t done with this discussion yet, not in the slightest. “But it also makes cooking absolutely no fun. You know Magnus, there are people who actually enjoy making their food”

“Yes and you know what I enjoy? When the food is getting ready without anyone having to watch it, so I can spend more time with this insanely handsome shadowhunter right in front of me”, Magnus argued and leaned down to plant another soft kiss on Alec’s lips, lingering for a short moment in hope of Alec forgetting about the food. A plan that succeeded only partly. Just when Magnus thought he’d won Alec over, the shadowhunter pulled away and looked up to him with a smug grin on his face. “You really thought I could be distracted that easily? Come on Bane, let’s get that food ready.”

With a muffled sigh Magnus untangled his ankles from behind Alec and hopped off the counter. “Alright, if you insist. What am I supposed to do?”

“Now tell me that wasn’t just as easy as it would have been if I let you use your magic”, Alec said when they sat down on the living room couch after finally deciding on a movie they were both happy with.

Alec sat on the right side of the couch and Magnus flopped down right beside him. He put his bowl of steaming pasta onto the coffee table and made himself comfortable, leaning into Alec’s side and leaving the shadowhunter just enough space so he could eat his food in peace.

“Well it was definitely messier”, Magnus threw in and made Alec laugh loudly. “That barely counts as an argument, Magnus. It wasn’t my fault that the tomato sauce exploded all over your stove, I told you to watch it. Also, you didn’t have any trouble cleaning up, you just used your magic.”

“Oh yes Alexander, that was your fault. If you wouldn’t look so devastatingly cute, I would never have gotten so distracted.”, Magnus argued as he reached for the remote and turned on his TV.

“Shut up and eat your food, Bane.”

That, Magnus could do. Even though he completely failed the part about shutting up. Throughout the movie he kept commenting on the awful fashion choices for the main character, “I swear, Alexander, if I would have directed that movie, I would have kicked out the entire costume department. Seriously, look at those jeans! They do absolutely nothing for her legs”

One thing that Magnus was exceptionally good at, though, was using Alec as a pillow when watching a movie. As soon as Alec had finished his food, Magnus put their empty plates into his dishwasher with a snap of his fingers and then cuddled up into Alec’s side. He rested his head on Alec’s chest and placed his arm across Alec’s stomach (whilst totally not enjoying the feeling of those abs beneath that black t-shirt). Alec put an arm around Magnus and pulled him closer, until he had the warlock flush against his side as he quietly continued to watch the movie.

A few minutes later though, Alec found out that arguing with Magnus about which movie to watch had been a complete and utter waste of time.

With the warlock so close to his side, he could barely keep attention to whatever was happening on the screen. And frankly, he didn’t want to. Especially not when he shifted a bit to make himself more comfortable and felt the warlock’s hand tighten around the fabric of his shirt. When he looked over to Magnus, his eyes were met with a soft, fond look from the warlock’s dark eyes, making it absolutely impossible to focus on anything else. All he could do was focus on Magnus, his eyes and the slight shiver he felt running down his spine.

Apparently the warlock felt just the same because a second later, he tilted his head just a tiny bit upwards so he could catch Alec’s lips for a gentle, sweet kiss. Nothing too demanding, just the two of them, exploring whatever this in between them was. Nevertheless, the kiss got Alec’s heart beating twice as fast as usual and his breath hitching in his throat. Magnus had one hand on the side of Alec’s neck, right over his deflect rune. Alec held the warlock by the waist, his fingers grazing over the small patch of exposed skin where the warlock’s shirt had ridden up a bit.

And when Alec let his hands wander onto Magnus’s back, pulling him closer even though there couldn’t possibly be any more space left between them, the warlock couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

He felt like back on that bridge in Paris all over again – his own heartbeat much faster than usually and his entire body tingling with butterflies. His smile got so big he had to pull away, only to be rewarded with the sight of Alec’s hazel eyes, shining with affection.

“You do realize you came here to watch a movie, right”, Magnus murmured as he shifted so he could put his arms around Alec’s neck.

“You do realize I couldn’t care less about that movie right now”, Alec replied and leaned in for another kiss.

That one didn’t last very long, though, because a few seconds later Magnus got distracted by a very familiar, very furry shadow hopping up into his lap and demanding attention.

Under normal circumstances Magnus enjoyed the Chairman’s company very much, but now he seriously thought about portaling him out into the street. “Go away, Chairman”, he muttered, his brow furrowed and his lips inches away from Alec’s.

But the Chairman wouldn’t be the Chairman if he followed Magnus’s orders. Instead of walking away as he’d been told, the cat just climbed over Alec and up onto the armrest, keeping the annoying meowing up.

With a deep sigh, Magnus broke away from Alec and looked at his pet. “Chairman Meow, you have a serious problem with your sense of tact.” He tried to make his voice sound strict, but somehow his cat didn’t seem impressed at all. But then again, the Chairman was hardly ever impressed by anything.

Magnus threw back his head in frustration and groaned. “I swear to god, why did I even get this cat. Shoo, Chairman! Leave!” He waved his hands at the cat in a poor attempt in shooing it away, but that attempt failed miserably. Instead, the Chairman just crawled into Alec’s lap, starting to purr loudly as soon as Alec started to scratch his head.

“Seems like he’s forgiven you for not introducing me to him earlier”, Alec stated matter-of-factly and looked over to Magnus with an amused smile.

Magnus really tried to be mad at his cat, but just as his attempts to get rid of him earlier, he failed terribly. The sight of Alec snuggling with his pet was just too heartwarming to really be mad. And so he just leaned his head on Alec’s shoulder and sighed happily.

“He’d better. I intend to keep you for a while.”

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