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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Hi lovely!! Congrats on 500, maybe 40 + 49 + E for Stewy hurt/comfort with Roy!Reader? Thank you so much!!

Consequence.

40. "I love you." 49. "Stay. Please." e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! thank you anon, you're the sweetest!!

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Roy!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing

Word Count - 1072

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Was it a good idea to walk across New York City in a pantsuit on the hottest day of the year? Probably not.

You'd refused to get in one of Stewy's cars, and you couldn't exactly call your siblings and ask them to pick you up. So, you'd walked.

Big mistake.

By the time you're on your block, you're miserable. Your hair is sticking to your forehead, there's sweat dripping down your back, and your pantsuit is soaked through.

You thought that the walk would give you time to think, time to decompress, time to process. It didn't. Now, you're angrier than you were when you stormed out of Stewy's office. You're practically vibrating with fury, rage rattling through your bones. You're honestly not sure if the heat you're experiencing is from the blazing sun or your blood boiling with annoyance.

At your front door, your hands are shaking, making it a struggle to fit the key in the lock. You kick the frame violently, frustrated and sad. More than anything, you're just sad.

You finally swing your door open, screaming in terror when you see a man stood in your entryway.

"Fuck!" he yells, startled by your sudden entrance.

He turns, and your shoulders tense instantly upon seeing his face.

Stewy Hosseini. The most complicated man you've ever met. The most complicated relationship you've ever had.

A relationship that ended today.

You'd known it was doomed from the start. You're the youngest Roy sibling, he's Kendall's oldest friend and a Waystar board member. It was bound to fail.

That didn't stop you from taking the risk, though.

All it had taken was the brush of his fingertips against your waist and soft, murmured words in your ear. You'd jumped with no parachute, straight into the Stewy's arms.

It was all too good to be true. Secret dinner dates, late nights at his penthouse, clandestine meetings in cars sent to you. The thrill of the illicit nature of your affair had the two of you thrumming with excitement, barely able to keep your eyes off each other in the boardroom.

All that energy, that heat, that fire. It had to explode sometime.

It did today.

You'd woken up this morning, instantly checking your phone and expecting to see your usual 'Good morning sweetheart' text from Stewy. Instead, you'd been met with tabloid photos of him with with a supermodel on his arm outside a club.

You'd gotten dressed and stormed straight over to his office, consequences be damned. Blinded by rage, you marched in without knocking, unaffected by the questioning looks you were receiving from his staff. They'd all assumed it was business related, perhaps a Waystar deal gone wrong. If only they knew.

Stewy had tried to explain himself, but it had only made things worse.

"Sweetheart, come on. You know what it's like out there. They don't know about us. It's just me keeping up appearances."

"Keeping up appearances? With a fucking six foot gorgeously blond supermodel?"

"She grabbed my arm. What was I supposed to do, throw her off? Don't you think that's a little suspicious?"

"I think a lot of things right now are pretty fucking suspicious, actually!"

He'd sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed.

"Honey, please, keep your voice down. I don't need you to be the talk of the office today."

"No. You just don't need me, full stop."

"That's not true and you know it."

"I don't know anything anymore."

And with that, you'd left, breaking both your own heart and his. You always knew it'd end in tears. You felt stupid for even trying.

Now, you're face to face with the man you'd been screaming at in his office an hour prior.

"How did you get in here, Stewy?" you ask while kicking off your shoes.

"I have a key, sweetheart."

"Are you here to give it back?"

He inhales, and takes a step closer to you, looking at you intently.

"No. I'm here to tell you that I love you."

It takes you a second to process his words.

"What?"

"I love you."

You can't decide whether to hit him or kiss him.

"So I break up with you, and you decide to break into my apartment and tell me you love me?" you ask incredulously.

"I didn't break in. I have a key," he replies, slight smirk on his face. "And you didn't break up with me. You stormed out and didn't give me a chance to explain myself. God, you Roys are always so blinded by your emotions."

He's not wrong. You'd seen red and ran, rather than letting him talk to you logically. You know that you only reacted that way because of how you feel about him, but still. You're so used to betrayal, and lies, and deceit. Thinking that Stewy had done the same thing as everyone else had broken your heart.

"Baby," he explains. "I'm surrounded by supermodels and actresses and musicians every night of the week. And the entire time, I'm thinking of you."

His big brown eyes are staring into your soul. You couldn't look away if you tried.

"I don't care if we have to keep this a secret forever," he continues. "That's a price I'm willing to pay. If you're still worried about people finding out, then we'll sneak around for the rest of time. If not, I'm happy to walk into the Waystar building hand in hand right now."

Tears are threatening to spill down your cheeks at his words. He's not usually so open, so vulnerable. It makes you love him even more than you already do.

"I couldn't leave things the way they were this morning. I had to say my piece. If you still hate me, fine. But I had to tell you."

He gazes at you carefully, looking for a reaction. When you don't reply, he makes his way past you, towards the door.

"Stay. Please," you almost whisper.

With that, Stewy turns on his heel and strides towards you. Cradling your face in his hands, he kisses you hard. He's grabbing at you, and your hands are grasping for purchase anywhere they can find. You're both not sure if the other person is going to disappear any minute.

"I'm here," he murmurs against your lips when he pulls away. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

You believe him. You believe him.

stewy tag list -

@justacaliforniandreamer

@616wilsons

@shawty-writes-a-little

@isuspectitwasthenargles

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spicy-outer-space · 1 year

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Might as well put this here too. Not as proud anymore, but ah well

TW: heavy angst; poison; gore; possessive/yandere behaviour; possibly others but I'm not sure, feel free to tell me if I'm missing something

Word count: 1,479

"Finally, almost done!"

David stepped away and marvelled at his work. He had the day off today, something Celci suggested to give him the chance to sleep in and relax. He was wearing casualwear, a tank top and sweatpants, instead of his usual uniform.

Unfortunately, Celci underestimated how much David didn't like sitting around doing nothing. Instead of sleeping in like he said he would, it decided to work on one of the projects it had to put on hold while fulfilling duties as the captain.

With Valentine's Day right around the corner, it seemed fitting for him to finish making the gift for Mark that it'd been working on for the past month. Valentine's would be the perfect time to give it, and there's even space to store away some chocolate and a note for Mark.

He just had to wait for tomorrow and do one final check, and the gift would be ready. David moved to put it out of the way for now. Would be a shame if Mark saw it before he's supposed to. That would ruin the surprise. He moved it back to the top shelf where it's been collecting dust for a few weeks. Now he just had to wait.

The colony has gotten very busy recently. Between new projects needing his approval, and plans and preparations for a Valentine's Day celebration parade, he barely had any time left to sleep, not to mention working on any of his own projects.

He wondered if Mark was under the same sort of pressure. They haven't had the chance to properly talk in over a month now, only exchanging a few words over the coffee Mark made in the morning, before each heading off to start their day.

Speaking of, Mark has mostly been wearing his turtleneck recently. Makes sense with the weather changes, but David couldn't help but wonder how his head engineer's arms were so well toned.

The crunching of gravel brought him out of his thoughts. Speaking of...

David turned around, pulling the garage door down behind itself; a bright, closed eye smile on his face.

"Mark! I didn't expect to see you today! What a pleasant surprise!" He opened his arms in an invitation for a hug, walking forwards "How you doing? Any problems with--?"

He cut off at the sudden stabbing pain in his stomach, freezing in place, eyes flying wide an face falling. Almost choking on his words. Well this is new. His scar hasn't acted up since they've landed. Phantom pains were nothing unusual of course, but this time felt different. More solid, somehow. Real.

He moved to grab at the scar and steady whatever was causing the pain, not expecting his hands wrap around one of Mark's.

Trailing his eyes down, it lets out a quiet "oh". Mark was holding a knife hilt deep in David's abdomen.

David stumbles forward, ignoring the knife digging in further with the movement, his hands flying to Mark's shoulders, grabbing on for support. He feels faint. It's getting more and more difficult to move with each passing moment. That blade was poisoned. A strong poison too. Wh…..?

He recalled now how his coffee has been tasting weird for the past few weeks. He was unsure then, but now it was rather clear.

Those weren't the coffee beans going bad, or the plants growing weird in the climate of the new planet. It was poisoned too. Weaker poison, but definitely still there. Still on purpose.

But why would Mark...?

David wraps his arms around Mark's neck as his knees start to give out, some part of his brain vaguely noting the knife getting removed.

"....w..hy......?" Why would he...? What reason....? He isn't like this. Mark wouldn't do this. So why......?

He barely registers that Mark has lowered him to the ground, leaning against the garage door and carefully– carefully– cutting through and taking off its tank top. Its house was a bit away from the neighbouring ones (a precaution for when David had nightmares), and the two were in the backyard. No chance of anyone spotting them any time soon.

"Don't worry, captain" Mark's voice was weird. Deeper. A dangerous edge to it. "This won't hurt a bit"

David refocused its attention at that. The question of whatever he ment died at his lips when he met Mark's eyes. Danger. Its whole body was screaming at it to run. To fight. To do something. But the poison did its job. David could barely move his lips enough to form coherent words. Running away was definitely out of the question.

Mark's grin is predatory, eyes gleaming just like the knife he's twirling around in his hand. There's a sudden blur of movement, and David feels a dull ache start in his chest and spread through the numbness coating his body. It doesn't dare look down, choosing to gaze into the distance instead, eyes defocusing briefly.

"m..mark-"

"I did my research, Captain. I know that's just the shock. I know it doesn't hurt. Golden Pale Laurel poison works as an anaesthetic. I did have to up the dose for you, since my previous... antics... went so unnoticed I thought the drugs went bad" he stopped whatever he was doing and the dull pain in David's chest subsided a little.

Mark reached a blood coated hand up to cup its face, forcing it to look him in the eyes. "You're doing so good, David~"

It almost recoiled. This isn't Mark. Mark wouldn't do that. Mark wouldn't say that. Not like that. David's fingers twitched at his sides, the pain in his chest slowly growing stronger. Mark didn't dose it correctly. The poison was wearing off already. Good. Maybe he'll be able to defend himself after all. Just a few more seconds...

"This might hurt a little," Mark warned. David could barely hear him over the heartbeat pounding in his own ears. Almost there. The last of the poison wore off, the pain in his chest now only dulled by adrenaline. He carefully inches its arms closer to Mark. It just had to wait for the right moment to strike, and...

The scream that leaves its throat is sudden and loud, almost inhuman. Mark is quick to gently shush him, an index finger landing on David's lips. It could feel the hot blood on it. His own blood.

"Shhhhh..... it's ok... the pain will go away soon…" Mark moved his hand to once again cradle David's face "You're doing so well, captain. All for me."

David barely restrains another yell when Mark resumes digging in its chest. A high-pitched, pained whine escapes him instead, despite his best attempts to stay quiet.

"......m.ark..." David's voice was hoarse. Begging. Getting desperate. "Mark it... i-it h- hurts" he doesn't know when he grabbed onto Mark's upper arms, sage painted nails digging into flesh, drawing blood. He didn't care. It hurt

Everything was starting to blend together. His vision blurred, something warm trailing down his cheek. The pain was blinding. David can barely focus long enough to look Mark in the face, its expression pleading

For a brief moment, Mark seems concerned. That doesn't last, his expression quickly becoming predatory again, if with a softer edge this time. "Awwwwww, it's ok my love. It'll stop hurting in a bit, I promise."

Mark leans forward, capturing David's lips in a kiss, his hands not straying from its chest cavity. David tastes blood. His senses are overwhelmed. He wishes the kiss was under better circumstances. He wishes it never happened in the first place. He wishes Mark would snap out of it soon. He wishes this would end. He wishes the moment would last forever

Suddenly there's a sharp pull and bright pain in its chest, as Mark pulls something free. Its vision swims and another scream tears from his throat, partially silenced by Mark's lips.

"There we go," Mark whispers, leaning back ever so slightly, his expression adoring. "That wasn't so bad now, was it, my love?" He sits back on his heels, and David almost misses moments ago, when that distance wasn't there. Almost.

Mark triumphantly raises something in his hand. David's vision is already fading out, but he can guess what it is.

A heart

Still beating

"Now I've captured your heart, just like you've captured mine. I have something you need. We won't have to stay apart. Anywhere you go, I'll always be right there. No more being split up because of work, or the whims of the universe. We'll be together forever now. No matter what~"

A sudden wave of tiredness crashes over David, Mark's monologue becoming a distant droning sound. Everything spun, colours slowly fading out. He could feel coldness surround him like a big, heavy blanket. The last thing it thought was that this will seriously inconvenience the incoming celebration, before darkness took him.

#write.void

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lab-trash · 12 days

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Today is mother's day and I got my dad a present. Multiple actually.

For background, my mom doesn't live with us. She moved out in 2021 and she moved back in with her parents just a couple months ago. She was neglectful when she did live here and I can't remember a single promise she ever kept.

My dad took over her (tiny amount of) responsibilities when she left and I think it made me appreciate him more. My dad wasn't there a ton when I was a kid, but that was because he had a job that required a 45 minute commute, and it's not like he was gonna get anything better to support our 8-member family. My dad has always tried his best.

(Fun fact: The day I bought a #1 Dad Mug at a thrift shop that matched my mom's very unique #1 Mom Mug was the same day my mom's mug broke. Talk about symbolism.)

In October he took in a homeless trans kid that my sister's partner was friends with. Both that kid and my sisters partner are going to be in our family pictures this coming Thursday.

At Walmart, I saw a pillow that said "mama bear" on it. And immediately I was like, I have to get this for my dad. For context, my dad is a bigger man with a big beard and long hair. He's a bear. He's also greygender and pretty much only uses his agab terms because, well, he's 45 and it doesn't really matter to him.

After seeing that pillow, I decided I didn't want to just do that. I got him a cuticle remover (he was talking about how he enjoyed it), some new hair things and hair clips (again, long hair), some oatmeal cookies that I know he likes, dark chocolate peanutbutter doves, and some liquid death, which we'd recently had a laugh over the existence of before promptly realising its actually really good. Lastly, a peanuts card that I picked up last minute.

I had to fit everything into a box from work so he wouldn't see anything and I brought it home under the pretense that my coworker had given me some miscellaneous items while decluttering. I brought it into my room, set everything up and put it behind my door.

I went around and had everyone sign it, only barely managing to get my sister before she left for work (unfortunately her partner left earlier than we anticipated, so I couldn't get them to sign the card) and I put everything into this tall bag with a unicorn on it. It was one of the only bags that was big enough to fit everything, and I just thought it was so perfect.

I was also planning on giving him a painting I did in middle school of the northern lights— I have all of my paintings from middle school tucked away on my bookshelf— but I couldn't find it.

I had to go to the store with him when he picked up my sister, so I couldn't just wait for him to get home. I had to wait til he went out to the van, sprint upstairs, grab this bag that's easily 15 pounds because of the liquid death, rush back downstairs, hide it between our couches, rush out to the van, then rush back inside when we got home and set it up on a couch for him to open.

It went over really well, which was something i was worried about right at the end there, since he'd asked me and my sister if we told our mom happy mothers day. I hadn't, but my sister had. They were talking about it when they entered and I beckoned dad into the living room for his mother's day gift.

Overall, I spent about $60 on the gift. And I don't regret it. One of the biggest things of note with my mom was that whenever we celebrated mother's day, I would always try to put effort into it to make her happy. And it was never... really appreciated. I remember one year I got this sort of clear trophy-wine glass thingy and put some chocolate in it, and I had all of her kids sign the lid. She didn't take it when she left. It was sitting in our kitchen (with half of our deadnames on it, might I add) until a few months ago. If she'd left it in dad's room, I think it'd be less hurtful, but she left it on the microwave cart where we all saw it every day. Mocking us both with our deadnames and our failure of a gift.

Buying for my dad wasn't like that. I know even if I fucked up one of the items, he'd enjoy even the existence of it at all. I could've just bought the card or just the pillow and he would've been happy. But I didn't, almost because of that fact. My dad would be happy with less, so he deserved more.

#happy mothers day #my dad #long post sorry #ill probably post this on reddit once i get my laptop in order #but i wanted to post it on mothers day #so here it is

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quirofiliac · 1 year

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thusspoke asked: “Today’s your birthday, isn’t it?” The artist hums, idly stroking through the elder’s soft strands, “I guess a celebration is in order— tell me, what do you desire, my loverboy? It’s your day after all, birthday boy gets whatever he wants.” 💚

@thusspoke ／ happy birthday, filthy boomer! ／ accepting.

As soon as Rohan's fingers touched (as if to grace him with the hands of god himself.) him, threading nice and smoothly into his hair, Kira was as soft as putty. His head's gone as far as to bow, tipping itself forward to allow the mangaka as much headroom as possible-- he'll admit, he's being greedy but... it was okay, wasn't it? It was his birthday, after all. On such a special occasion, it wouldn't hurt to let him be just a little selfish.

Eyes fluttered shut in response to the gentle ministrations, lips rubbing together in what could've been a purr (rohan's fingers fit in nicely wherever they chose, and kira didn't dare fight against it.) but managing to hold back a majority. It was a gentle reverberation that was hitting the back of his throat, perhaps noticeable to those with sharp ears -- Rohan, of course, was included in this -- but, otherwise, easy to miss. He kept his head low, shoulders drooped as if he's all but starting to go limp.

Sitting upon his knees, still within their (theirs, theirs, theirs... it was their bed.) bed, Kira was quiet as he savored the attention. Hands sat motionless within his lap, the left overlapping on top of the right. Fingers squeezed every so often, and it's out of an effort of curbing his enthusiasm. This affection, oh, how he missed it.

He knew it made him come off as needy, craving love like he deserved it. He knew it made him come off as clingy, chasing after the love that he thought he didn't need. He knew it made him hard to deal with, biting down upon the hand that feed once presented and refusing to let go.

It's always so tender, so gentle. He needed this, he knows he did. He doesn't know what he did with himself, before.

"Mm."

It was his birthday today, and... he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him, if only by a little bit. He didn't like the celebratory aspect of it, because it drew too much attention onto him. Whenever he was younger, his parents tried throwing a few birthday parties for him before understanding (he told them he didn't like parties.) that, perhaps, it was better that they didn't. However, his mother -- sweet and so, so full of love as she was -- always did insist on celebrating it all the same.

For those days, Kira knew it was easier if he dealt with it. If he was able to stomach through it (kisses pressed to his cheek, cameras snapping with flash on, presented a cake with a flavor he only somewhat liked...) then it'd be over faster than it began.

He didn't like birthdays. The only reason he remembered his was because it felt like he had to. Were anyone to give him an option to simply forget it, he's more likely to take that opportunity than to skirt over it. There was no particular reason, either, other than that he just did not like them. They added to the already-there complication of life. Not only did he have to keep track of various other obligations (when he wakes up, when he should clock in at work, when he should clock out for break--) but, now he'd have to add another to the list? It was annoying, cut and dry.

Most of the time, he got away with feigning a smile (half of one, anyway. he hardly tried nearing the end of his old job, not that he knew it was the end but the sentiment remains.) and presenting them with a small, inconsequential item that he knew they'd like. A watch for some, a necklace for others... It wasn't that hard, but it was still annoying to go through all the motions.

At times, he wished people didn't put such an emphasis on something so marginal. By no means, too, was he exempt from this selfish desire. If anything, he yearned for it the most to apply to him.

Whenever his birthday swung by, it felt like he was thrown in the middle of a guerrilla. At any moment, he could be "ambushed" (was that being dramatic? ... fine, he'll use quotations.) with that stupid song or a present. Of course, common sense told him that this was normal. This was what normal people did for their birthdays, because it was normal. It's been like that for as long as he's been alive and, probably, it's been like that even before he was born.

There was no use in fighting against the notion but... Sometimes, he wanted to know who invented the concept.

"Whatever... I want?"

But opinions can always change and change they did. Rohan was, perhaps, the one exception he'd make for that unspoken (i don't want to be noticed. i don't want people to know it's my birthday.) rule. It yielded him some fascinating results, enticing him further into leaning in. Celebrating his birthday felt so childish, that he still froze up -- tensing so hard that his thighs ached and his knuckles hurt -- whenever a group of people would brush by him whenever inside a restaurant. He didn't want that whole thing (where people sing? in the middle of an establishment? no. god, no.) to turn into a personal horror story.

He doesn't know if he could live to tell the tale. Mainly, because he doesn't know how to make it stop.

He knows that some people enjoyed the spectacle but, more often than not, a lot of the poor saps it happened to? They hated it... or, well, at the very least, they wondered when it was going to end. Kira could tell, too. Their expressions were almost always the same; he could relate, if only by a smidgen. He didn't envy them, that was for sure.

At least the staff were having fun, he supposed... No, that was cruel to think. They were getting paid to do that.

Work wasn't meant to be fun.

Again, though, Rohan was an exception. He always would be, and there'd be no other way around it. He did very little (if anything at all. why fight against something that felt good?) to hold back the shudder that ran itself at lightspeed up his spine. It's more than enough to cause for a sudden arc in his back, subconsciously pushing out his chest and rear with his toes curling inwards. Teeth nipped lightly at his bottom lip, fingers clamping down in a tight grip that turned his knuckles white.

His boyfriend's managed to hit a good spot, and Kira still doesn't know how he's done that. No matter what, there was always that one spot that the artist could strike effortlessly. Whenever Kira himself tried, though... it yielded no results. Besides, mm, a small amount of embarrassment at having even tried.

"Ah-- S-Sorry," he gasped out in response to the fingers that scratched their nails gently at the back of his neck. He tried to keep calm, going as far as to pull in a shaky inhale. "I'm... I'm listening, I promise."

With his back gradually relaxing, the elder allowed for his body to slouch. All at once, it felt like he -- as a person, genuinely -- lost a large amount of steam. Rohan's already progressed from before, continuing on with his motions. It's grown, though, into actual massages. There was a pattern, one that the blond was comfortable with. He liked it, plain and simple.

Anything that Kishibe Rohan did to him, Kira Yoshikage would adore.

"I'm... trying to--" his cheeks grew hot at the "spike" in his voice, done in tandem to fingers tugging lazily at his hair, "--think... of what I'd like."

Eyes remained shut (he doesn't know if he can look him in the eye quite yet. he wasn't even fully dressed, stuck in nothing but his briefs and one sock pulled up to his calf and the other rolled halfway inside-out down his foot.) but he doesn't know for how much longer. From the heat he was suddenly feeling, radiating straight off of his face, Kira suspected that his face was red as a clown's nose.

It wouldn't be too far off from how he was feeling, at least. He felt rather silly but found comfort in that it was in front of Rohan.

Kira was acting a fool but it was only in front of the one person it mattered. He didn't mind it as much as he would've in any other scenario, because Rohan told him it was cute once upon a time. Such a minuscule comment... and yet, it stuck. It was all that he could think of for days. He's sure that he was so damn annoying for those days, but his boyfriend, in all of his kindness, never said a word when he was caught up in his own thoughts.

He couldn't help it. Receiving a compliment from the literal love of your life (ugh, how cliche...) was like finding water in the middle of a desert. It was a miracle and something to be cherished.

Huffing out a quiet sigh, Kira allowed for his weight to shift. It's a subtle change but a change all the same. Whenever Rohan was involved, after all, it's as if a lever's been pulled. Was it a matter of domestication? Maybe, and he wouldn't necessarily disagree with the idea. In a way, Rohan did domesticate him (fitting him with a nice, pretty collar with a short leash. he wasn't allowed to wander, and he liked the subjugation.) but it was for his own good-- that's what he was told, and it made total and utter sense.

What was the point in being wild when there was no result, no one to reel him back in when he was starting to lose himself? If Kira lost himself to his own feelings, his own lack of self-control then... then what was the point? He needed that control, that "encouragement" to be on his best behavior. It helped everyone, too, in the long run.

Kira wouldn't get caught. Rohan could keep his most prized muse.

It was a win-win, honestly.

"I..." he piped up in the middle of the cloud of silence (unbeknownst to him, occasionally intercepted with a vocalized vibration. was he purring? maybe.) with a quiet voice, "...may... have a few ideas."

Leaning closer and closer towards Rohan, Kira was content in letting the remainder of his weight crash. It's a soft crash, retaining barely any of its expected impact. His shoulder knocked into the younger man's chest, soon curling inwards for sake of both of their comfort. Resting his temple a few spaces above his collarbone, he finally deigned to open his eyes-- one of them, anyway.

"I think... first, I'd like... to, um..." he began in a murmur, sole eye daring to glance up at him. Was he always smiling? He couldn't tell but, ugh... he looked beautiful. He always looked beautiful. "... Could we--"

He wet his lips and swallowed. His throat tasted dry.

"--maybe... bake a cake, ah..."

A breathy chuckle comes next, because he knows it's silly. But it was his birthday so... he gets whatever he wanted, right? That's how it worked, obviously. That's what Rohan said, after all.

"...together?"

#thusspoke #BIRTHDAY! CELEBRATION! WITH! KIRAHAN!#i'm fucking IN~SANE~#＊ 💥 持味：in character.#＊ 💥 返事：answered.#＊ 💥 𝐃𝐘𝐍，𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐍：when i trust you we can do it with the lights off…

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00katrinka00 · 1 year

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Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #1

Dear Diary,

Today is Leo's birthday, he is going to become a teen. I'm not sure how I feel about this. While he is a big pain in the butt, I'm sad we won't be going to school together anymore. It is only for a year and I still have Gianna, so I suppose it'll be alright.

- Violet

That morning, Mads got up bright and early to begin making Leo his favorite breakfast, French toast. While she was excited to celebrate yet another birthday with her son, he loved birthdays, it was also bittersweet because another birthday meant Leo was getting older.

"Happy Birthday!" Mads exclaimed when Leo came down the stairs that morning. "You father and I have a small gift for you, the bigger one comes later."

"No way!" Leo exclaimed and proceeded to open his gift.

"Thank you so much," Leo grinned as his mother bent down to give him a hug. "I can toss the football around with Dad, so I can practice for football tryouts."

"Oh, you're so welcome," Mads grinned. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

"So," Mads began to say once the family had sat down for breakfast. "On a scale from one to ten how excited are you for this birthday party?"

"An eleven," Leo told her. "It's going to be epic, and it's with Natasha. We haven't seen them very much since they moved to Copperdale."

After breakfast Mads took the time to put up some birthday decorations, and she got started on the birthday cake. While baking a sense of sadness began to creep up on her. Her little boy wasn't going to be so little anymore, he wasn't going to need her as much anymore.

As the party began, Violet and Leo sat together in the living room.

"Can I have your void critter collection now that you're going to be all grown up and mature?" Violet asked.

"No," Leo said quickly. "You're never too grown up for void critters."

When the Wilkes family arrived, Natasha quickly joined Violet and Leo in the living room.

"We should go swimming once Gianna gets here," Violet said. "It'd be so much fun; we do live on the beach after all."

"Let's do it!" Natasha exclaimed in excitement.

"Here's a very happy birthday splash!" Leo exclaimed splashing water towards Natasha.

"Ah, Leo don't" Natasha complained before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Meanwhile, Violet and Gianna floated peacefully along in the water while Leo and Natasha decided to start a water fight. Before everyone knew it, they were being called inside to blow out the candles and have some cake.

First up is Natasha, she aged up and rolled the proper trait.

Next up is Leo, who rolled the active trait. He looks so much like Ethan it's crazy.

"Well, look at you," Ethan teased. "You've been a teen for about an hour, and you're already attached to your cell phone."

"Oh, c'mon Dad, that's not fair."

"I'm just kidding," Ethan told him. "Your mother thought it would be a good time to give you your other gift."

"A gaming computer!" Leo exclaimed after opening his gift. "Thanks Dad."

"This has been an incredible birthday, thanks so much Dad," Leo told his father.

"You're welcome, your mother and I wanted it to be a special day for you," Ethan explained. "You are our favorite son after all."

"So what'd you think?" Mads asked excitedly. "Did you like your gift?"

"Mom, it was amazing, thank you so much," Leo said.

"My little boy is all grown up now," Mads held her arms out for a hug.

"As much as I love you, I should really be heading to bed," Leo told Mads. "First day of High School tomorrow and everything."

"If you insist."

Upstairs, Violet was already getting herself ready for bed. When she came into the hallway she bumped into Leo. "You're sure I can't have you void critter collection?"

"Absolutely not," Leo told her.

"But you're all grown up now, you don't need them."

"But they're mine."

"Fine," Violet grumbled. "But I do have a birthday present for you."

"Vi, you didn't have-" Leo started to say. "Oh, it's an apple."

"Picked it from the fruit bowl in the kitchen this morning."

"It's the thought that counts," Leo hugged his sister.

Later that evening Mads and Ethan both worked on getting the house cleaned up after the party. They had several perfectly good trash cans, and yet their guests still insisted on leaving all their dishes on the floor.

"I can't believe he's a teen already," Mads exclaimed. "It feels like we just brought him home from the hospital just yesterday."

"I know what you mean," Ethan agreed, smiling. There was a silence for a moment before he said, "Can we have a talk?"

"So, you know I've been working super hard at work, it's difficult to level up my robotics skill and everything," Ethan began. "Well, my boss called me into the office the other day to have a chat."

"You aren't fired, are you?" Mads asked hesitantly.

"No, no, nothing like that," Ethan assured her. "He just mentioned that he'd taken note of how hard I'd been working the last couple of years, and he wanted to offer me a promotion."

"Oh, Ethan that's amazing!" Mads exclaimed before jumping into his arms for a hug.

"There's just one problem," he said. "He wants me to manage the Copperdale branch of the company, so we'd have to move, and I know we have to live in Sulani for your job, and-"

"I want you to accept," Mads told him. "We'll figure it out, I promise. You've done so much for me, for my job, for our family, I think it's time we did something for you."

"You're sure?"

"I'm so sure, this sounds like an amazing opportunity for you. I think you should accept."

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Oblivious -W2S

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Warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

In which you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

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sdqhtxt · 3 months

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unvalentines

i think that a sad little fact about me is that even having been in a serious relationship for the past 6 years is that i've never really celebrated valentines in a romantic manner - to make things worse, i associate valentines' with the memory of me staying up to bake cookies for my then partner, and whose partner then decided to hang out with his friend on that very day instead. so in a fit of passive aggression i left the cookies by his doorstep and went back home.

sure, not very mature but honestly, what else could i have done? told him the obvious fact that i (someone who was in their first relationship) would have wanted to celebrate valentines with their partner? or that i would have appreciated a heads up on his perspective on celebrating commercial holidays? i'm not saying that it's not allowed to not celebrate it, but in my hearts of hearts i am a sucker for gestures of love.

it fucks me up to think that the only time i've received flowers from him was for my graduation and never anytime after even though i'm someone who adores flowers. you would think that because he didn't believe in days set aside for having a celebration that he'd try a little harder to sprinkle a silly little romance every now and then. but really, i guess i did not actively do anything to deserve those gestures.

something something, you accept the love you think you deserve. is it really so bad that i'm easily placated by people thinking of me from time to time. this small thing reminded me of you, i thought of you today and that's why i'm messaging you, you live in my heart wherever i may be. i don't think it's the gift in and of itself, it's really the fact that you'd think of me enough to think that i'd like to see your smile when you receive this from me.

anyway, valentines' truly isn't that big of a deal. i know. i don't put as much importance on it as i used to, i'm jaded or whatever. honestly though, i'll just give myself a little extra self-love then, it'd work better that way i feel.

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akechigoroarchive398 · 5 months

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rank 3 - cafe

Akechi: Hey, Kurusu-kun. Good evening.

There's actually a prolific cafe over there.

I was hoping we could discuss things over some tea, but...

Unfortunately, my television appearance has earned me the attention of a rather extreme fanbase.

As far as they're concerned, anyone in my company must meet their standards of intelligence and attractiveness...

If not, well, they take it to social media, denouncing and harassing the people in question. I wouldn't wish that on you.

> (Akechi wants to have a discussion ata cafe nearby... With the Knowledge and Charm that I have, it shouldn't be a problem...!)

Akechi: But you? I expect you'll pass muster easily. > Hang out with him

Akechi: Thanks. The place is really quite popular.

It should be open right now... Let's get going.

Morgana: I'm gonna walk around. Let me know when you're ready to leave.

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Akechi: The cake here's fairly popular. I've been wanting to try it myself.

> Got a sweet tooth, huh?

Akechi: Well, I don't hate sweets, but I'm not exactly partial to them...

Fads tend to be fairly similar, so I'm more curious about its popularity than its taste.

Well, why don't we give it a try?

Akechi: Mm, it was delicious after all...

I actually enjoyed that more than I thought I would.

Fad-Following Woman: Hey, look! Isn't that him?

Forgetful Woman: Ohh, you mean the guy who's on TV these days... Who was he again?

Fad-Following Woman: Wasn't his name Akechi-kun? You know, the next-generation Detective Prince...?

Should we ask him for an autograph? Might be something worth bragging about...

Akechi: Uh-oh, looks like I've been spotted. >Your life must be so hard. Akechi: Oh, I'm used to it, but I don't want to cause trouble for the store.

Male Passerby: Huh? Is someone important here?

Gossipy Woman: Who is it? *gasp* Is it a celebrity!?

Akechi: Looks like I'm out of time. I wish I could've relaxed a little longer, though.

We should go.

>You've done nothing wrong.

Akechi: Sorry, but I think it'd be best to leave. I'm only going to cause problems if I stay.

A shame I don't have glasses like you. Maybe I would have been able to get out of the situation.

>Come here a sec.

Akechi: Huh? Hey, what are you-!? ---

Akechi: ......

Fad-Following Woman: Oh, he's back. This time, I'll get his autograph for...

Forgetful Woman: Hey, is that boy really Akechi-kun?

Fad-Following Woman: You know... Now that I see him up close, I'm not sure...

Forgetful Woman: Maybe you were seeing things?

I don't remember the show too well, but I'm pretty sure he didn't look like that.

Fad-Following Woman: Aww! If he was the real thing, I could've bragged about meeting him.

Akechi: ......

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Akechi: ...I can't believe you actually did that.

I suppose I'd better learn to watch what I say around you.

>You looked great.

Akechi: Is that so? Well, who else could make a peasant of the Detective Prince?

Still... there's no knowing how things may go unless you give it a try, hm?

I think I've learnt a valuable lesson. Thank you.

>Rank up

Akechi: Looks like our coffee's gone cold. How about we order new ones?

Akechi: Well, see you next time.

Akechi: Hello. It's a shame our discussion was interrupted today—I was rather enjoying having a breather with you.

But you certainly surprised me today. I can't believe we got out of that with such a basic trick.

It was an interesting experience, but... I definitely don't want to go through that ordeal ever again.

I saw firsthand what happens when I'm too careless with my words around you.

>Wasn't it fun?

Akechi: ...You have a twisted concept of 'fun'.

Though if you dressed as me next time, I think I might agree. I could use a stunt double.

You and I aren't terribly different in height. I'm sure my clothes would fit you.

If we do this, it'll have to be carefully planned, of course. I'll be dictating everything, from hair to accessories.

Nobody would notice the switch, I'm sure. We proved it today—most people can't see beyond the superficial.

Whoops... I've an early start tomorrow, so I'll have to excuse myself. See you soon.

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ofstarsandskies · 7 months

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Seto's Halloween Surprise

@ad-simul for that like on the Halloween Treat gift thing

Searching the nearby shopping mall for danger, one thing caught his attention: a Halloween store. Ludger sort of kept track of dates by counting each time Seto went to bed for the night and adding them to the day he died. If he counter right, today should've been Halloween.

He shouldn't get distracted. A holiday store wouldn't have anything valuable. And yet... One little detour for old time's sake couldn't hurt.

Ludger beelined for the costume section, curious if there'd be something in his size. Sewing a costume together every year once he mastered the needle never lost its initial thrill. Only Julius and Lulu would ever see them, but he'd admire his work and spice up the apartment to match that year's costume's theme. One of the costumes on the rack, some type of overexaggerated gambler ensemble, caught his eye.

What kind of face would Seto make if he showed back up in this? Alas, he knew not to get excited; he lost the luxury of swapping clothes long, long ago.

...I wish I could help Seto celebrate, Ludger thought, placing his hand on the costume's accompanying hat. But what can I do? I can't even hold--

"Huh?" Wait a second. The hat... he had a grip on it! To test if his newfound power(?) wasn't a trick, Ludger dropped the hat and tried picking it up. Just like before, it didn't pass through and moved only when he did.

Am I...? Ludger touched his neck and chest-- nope, he hadn't returned from the dead overnight. But then how was this happening? Did Halloween grant ghosts an ability to exist proper so they'd haunt the living?

Ah hell, the logic didn't matter. What mattered is he could give Seto the Halloween he deserv... Oh shoot, Seto! He couldn't leave his friend waiting! He'd just have to go back the way he came-- "Ow!" or he bumped against the wall. Losing the conveniences as an incorporeal being hurt.

Guess he'd be taking the long way back.... Soon. That bump gave him a bright idea.

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"Seto, I'm back!" Though he called out, Ludger hid behind a piece of rubble once Seto turned to face him. "I'm sorry it took me a while. There was, uh, some angry spirits giving me a hard time for helping the living. I didn't want them following me back to you, so I had to wait for them to leave. I brought back good news though!"

What good news? The gambler outfit he'd been eyeing did fit over his 'clothes' after all! It'd be mighty awkward if these fell off and then his old outfit didn't re-materalize on him.

"How do I look? Think I'm ready to make the neighboring ghosts swoon?" Ludger tipped his new, ridiculously large hat with a wink, though he knew in his non-heart he didn't fit the suave lady-killer aesthetic. "I'm not really sure when, why or how this happened, but my body's solid right now! So while it lasts, I thought I'd surprise you with a little Halloween cheer. Follow me-- part two's waiting!"

Though Ludger asked, he already took Seto by the hand to guide him. His touch was neither warm nor cold, but still tangible. As they drew close, the scent of freshly baked something welcomed them to a campfire Ludger started himself (though it took a few tries; death weakened his... body quite a bit).

"Okay, close your eyes and count to ten. No peeking!" Even if Seto didn't follow his command, Ludger reached for a fresh, clean tray full of frosted cats, ghosts, and pumpkins. The Halloween store he stole the costume from had a section for homemade treats near the back. Maybe if this weird solid body thing lasted, he'd go for the remaining cakes and candy ingredients. But to be safe, he cut corners wherever possible so he didn't lose his literal touch halfway through.

"Tadah! Fresh Halloween cookies!" Ludger cheered, shoving the tray in Seto's hands. "They'll be tougher than usual since I couldn't use an oven. Still, I can at least say the taste's on par with what I'd bake at home. Happy Halloween!"

#adsimul #au;; Overcoming Sadness #[I was gonna do this on HW proper but then brain went 'Nah.']#[And thus hope it's alright that it's late. www]#[But hey those HW icons weren't wasted!]

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syinisuga · 3 years

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Begin Again [MinYoongi]

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader

Word count : 5.2K

Genre : Fluff and Angst

Description : Friends to lovers, Long Distance relationship, Lovers to (?)

Summary : when you thought the friendship you once had with him died away after one silly mistake, and you thought you would never have again what you lost;

But it blossoms back unexpectedly stronger and is slowly growing to be something more beautiful than you ever had

"I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end;

But on a Wednesday in a cafe i watched it Begin Again"

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It was the start of a new year and you weren't particularly happy about being moved up a few classes into an entirely new class with relatively new students you haven't personally met yet. You were still grateful for your good results in the past year to have you land in such a good class. In all honesty though, you did miss your friends from your old class, all of them being scattered in the back classes however changed your mind about being thankful that you're at least in a better one. The first few days of getting used to the classes went by rather slowly as you were listening to the introductions of the other students and teachers half mindedly, till around your 4th day into the classes that is.

You were randomly seated in the Chemistry lab by the teacher as she familiarised herself with the rest of the class. Not paying much attention you were spacing out, resting your chin on your palm, tapping away at your cheek.

" Um, hey there"

The voice from the stool next to you spoke. You turned your head to the direction of the voice, being met with warm brown eyes looking right at you. He had soft black hair, eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn't slept well the night before, lips curled up in a slight smile as he looked at you.

"Oh, hello"

you answered, trying not to sound overly shocked at the first human interaction you've had in this new class.

"I'm yoongi, what's your name?"

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Yoongi"

"So what are your interests? What do you like to do y/n? Any hobbies?"

It definitely took you by surprise when this boy you've never really met before was suddenly making an interest to get to know you more. Something about him felt raw and not shy but in a good way.

"Well i really love listening to music and i do indulge in art as well. Spend most of my time listening to songs while drawing. Draw the mood of the song you know?"

"Damn, haha you sound kinda like me. Not tryna be cheesy or anything but i love listening to music too, I'm shit at drawing tho, i can barely draw a stickman"

Both of you exchanged a little chuckle at his open confession about himself. And even though it had only been a few minutes of words between the two of you, you felt at that moment that he wasn't like the other boys who popped up to talk to you first. This one genuinely seemed interested in you just to make a new friend.

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"Yo y/n you wanna ditch PE and hang out in the library? The new Resident Evil movie came out we can watch"

"You know what, yeah let's yeet"

You don't know how it went from spending lunch times together, to skipping the most boring subjects to hang out and hide. It'd been a few months since you started your new friendship with Yoongi, and by now you were known as the inseparable duo, funny enough both of you became the class representatives. Somehow you two got closer and closer each day, the more you talked the more you felt like you've known each other for years, yet some part of you knew that there was more to Yoongi than he was showing to you.

On a particularly slow day at your classes, you and Yoongi had pre planned to sneak out to hang out at your usual spot in the library. Sitting at the back of the library the both of you laughed at a joke Yoongi made about how almost the whole school shipped the both of you.

"You know y/n, I envy you"

"Oh well, I know I'm fabulous" you playfully said as you flipped your hair back, earning a little grunt and a harmless eye roll from Yoongi.

"It's not that you loonatic, i envy you...cause you have such a nice relationship with your family"

His sudden statement caught you slightly off guard but you gave him a look, clearly eager to know the reason behind his words. Flashing half a smile towards you he starts his story.

"Growing up for me was, well, it was an experience. I grew up under the care of foster parents who constantly reminded me that my parents gave me away cause i was a burden, all my life that's what i was told. Never had a father figure or mother figure to help shape my emotions? Guess that's why I don't show it if I'm sad or depressed, which is actually most of the time"

he looks down at his hands and chuckles softly.

"But you know something y/n? Being with you makes me feel like I could be myself, like I don't have to be afraid of being judged. And that's why I wanted you to know the truth but i understand if you don't wanna get involved or-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yoongi, i want you to know that I'll always be here for you and you can talk to me about this anytime okay? You're my best friend now! And I'm hoping I'm yours too?" You ask in a more playful tone making yoongi giggle.

"Of course you are"

"Good! Cause i come in a package deal of crackhead and supportive as well as a no return contract"

"Sounds perfect to me bestie"

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Over 2 years had passed and the whole highschool down to the teachers were sure the two of you were in a relationship, as everyone saw the two of you being practically stuck together almost all the time. Yoongi and your friendship became stronger than ever since that day he decided to open up to you. It became a regular thing where you'd confide in each other for emotional comfort as well as motivation and support. Not missing the fact that your level of crackhead together had become an all time high.

Your finals and exams blasted through and you had spent all your study weeks with Yoongi in the library. As sketchy as it was you and your best friend actually did sincere studying. And as it would, your hard work together paid off earning the both of you high marks in your finals. The two of you didn't miss to make a trademark crackhead scene at the receiving of the scroll ceremony when you accidentally tripped on your shoelace and Yoongi cracked up laughing and clapping before helping you up. The two of you celebrate with drinks and a lot of food that night and Yoongi paid for everything to make it up to you for laughing when you fell.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before heading out to your highschool's hall. It was your graduation party but more importantly to you it was Yoongi's birthday. Coincidentally the two events had fallen on the same day, and what better opportunity than to get dressed up to party at your graduation ceremony together. It had been a heck of a ride these last two years, and you were going to make sure this last school event would be memorable.

Upon arriving you scan around the hall of students in search of the familiar face.

"Looking for me?"

He makes his presence behind you known by clearing his throat. You turn around to give your usual playful comment back but the words were caught in your throat as your gaze landed on your best friend. He was dressed smart, in a suit that looked like it was custom made to fit him, his hair in a side part and bangs neatly framing his face. You were so used to seeing him in his casual hoodies and ripped jeans that seeing him in formal wear made you choke on your words.

Too focused on getting your senses back in check, you don't notice how Yoongi's train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks as he watched you turn around to face him. He never pictured his crackhead of a best friend in something other than t-shirts and track pants. Seeing you in a dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and taking in the sight of you, with your makeup and hair all done to suit the dress you were wearing nearly made him pass out from how he was holding his breath to admire you.

Clearing the silence between the two of you, Yoongi speaks up first.

"Well well, you don't completely look like the satanic spawn of hot cheetos and depression today. You actually look pretty good"

Smirking a little smile you bite back at his comment.

"Well same to you too Mr. I'm a millennial emo teen. You actually look, presentable today"

The two of you exchanged a playful giggle and assumed your seats at your class tables as the ceremony went on.

You don't see the small glances Yoongi takes in your direction, the thoughts gushing through his mind about how you looked at the moment and cursing himself for not realising your features sooner. He admired the way you had chosen to dress up today, seeing the way you had styled your hair so your curls would frame your face, the way you had done your makeup in a more natural looking way that he thought suited you perfectly. Yoongi didn't remember when the unlabeled feelings for you came but the longer he looked at you the more he was starting to put a name to the feelings he had. So much so that he had completely spaced out in his thoughts of you like that he didn't realise you were speaking to him.

" -don't you think so Yoongi?"

"I'm sorry what did you say? The umm, the music is so loud"

"I saaaaiiddd it's beginning to get a little dull at this graduation ceremony, we need a little surprise, don't you think?"

"Surprise?? What kind of surprise?"

Flashing a smile his way you get up and walk towards the front of the hall where the ceremony host was finishing up their ending speech. Whispering into the host's ear, he gives you the microphone and you confidently stride to the front. But you accidentally go too close to the speaker and it lets out an unpleasant squee, making you move back and away a little. You look up and around finding your best friend's eyes looking back at you giggling at the scene that just occured.

"Well that's one way to get everyone's attention" you chuckle earning muffled chuckles and words from the hall.

"So firstly congrats to everyone on graduating y'all did it. But that's not why I'm up here right now. Today is a special day for someone, and since it's the last day we'll all be gathering I wanted to make this memorable for him. So everyone I would like to wish out here, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI"

you started to sing happy birthday and the rest of the hall joined in singing with you.

In all this happening, Yoongi could only focus on you, the way you just boldly got up to sing out loud and wish him Happy Birthday in the most "you" way possible. So he didn't know if it was the moment or if it was his unlabeled feelings overflowing for you, that he got up and walked towards you as the song was ending. He couldn't tell what came over him at that moment but he knew for sure he wasn't going to stop what he was about to do next. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours. Kissing you with deep feelings overtaking his mind. The moment his lips touched yours he knew what those unlabeled feelings were, it was Love.

You couldn't process fast enough that your best friend was striding towards you with a goal, a desire. And you surely didn't expect for him to suddenly kiss you. Registering the feeling of his lips on yours, your eyes closed on their own as if on automatic response. You sank into the feeling of his lips, and it was then you felt the spark that ignited your own unlabeled feelings for Yoongi. You had definitely asked yourself countless times before if what you were feeling for Yoongi was more than just friendship. On the countless nights he had cried on your shoulder or when you cried on his, on the many occasions where you were both always partners in crime, you would always glance at Yoongi and wonder what more could there be to the feelings between you.

As the both of you slowly pulled away from each other a roaring sound of cheers erupted as it seemed to be that the two of you were the last ones to know you two were actually in love with each other. Taking your hand in his, Yoongi and you ran out of the hall that night knowing well where the two of you stood from that moment on.

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"No babe I think you should definitely take the opportunity to study there, I know it's far but it'll be really good for you, plus it's something you really like! It'll take some time for you to get used to the new place but i know you'll fit right in. In fact i know your wack ass would stand out"

You giggled at his comment but you wholeheartedly took his motivation and advice. But the question and thoughts still lingered in your mind as you heard Yoongi chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"But Yoongi, this means we'd be in a long distance relationship, with you going off to study in the opposite direction and all. Even our breaks don't match Yoongi.. what'll we do" the worrying tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi as he answered you in a calm reassuring tone.

"It'll take some work, but i know we can get through this okay? We'll make it, we can make it. I love you" you smiled at Yoongi's voice uttering the sweet words of love as you felt yourself calm your thoughts.

"I love you too Yoongi. Well then, keep me company while i pack?"

"You bet"

It had been a few months since you started dating, and honestly it didn't feel any different from when the two of you were in your phase of friendship, everything was going relatively smooth apart from the little fights and misunderstandings you had now that you were a couple. Sometimes you sit to think to yourself if moving into a relationship with Yoongi was the best choice, it would feel as though sometimes he would act differently and not like he always would but you just shake of the thoughts. You just figured with all these future college studies and intakes coming about that he was just as stressed as you were. You assured yourself that the two of you would be alright and that you'll always have each other.

A few more months pass and the two of you have already started your college lives. Yoongi being in a campus almost 8 hours away from you with minimal transport for him to even go home let alone plan to meet you. It was going smoothly, settling into orientation and getting to know the layouts of the campus well, meeting new friends and truly taking in your next step in education. You and Yoongi would exchange day to day text messages about how orientation and the first days of classes went.

All well and good till Yoongi's texts became slower and less frequent, he would always say that he's busy with his friends there, or straight up not giving a response at all. You became more and more fearful at how this long distance thing was going to work out for the two of you.

28th Tuesday

[12:27am] hey Yoongi! I hope you had a great day, I miss you and hope you sleep well, love you!

[08:40am] Hey Babe, good morning! I'm in class now, wishing we could skip like old times haha, hope you have a great day! Text me soon

[6:48pm] Hey i just got back to my dorm after classes, it was super fun! How was your day??

[8:11pm] Yoongi?? Are you okay? Are you busy babe?

[8:24pm] I miss youuuuuuuu :(

[10:16pm] Yoongi :(

You tossed your phone to the side of your bed as you felt your tears well up, why was he suddenly avoiding you? Is he okay?? Did he get hurt? Your thoughts were spiraling, getting messier till you heard the familiar ping from your phone. You scurried to your phone to see Yoongi's name pop up on the screen. Your smile quickly faded, replaced by disappointment at his reply.

[10:43pm] Hey, was busy with friends today, going to bed now ttyl <3

You frowned and wouldn't let him go this time. The days of short texts to unreplied texts and this is how he replies now? In a fit of fury you call him.

"Hello?-"

"Yoongi what's wrong? You haven't been replying to my texts as usual are you okay??"

"Mmh I'm fine, just busy with classes and my new friends y/n"

"Well I can't accept that answer Yoongi, I'm busy with classes and friend's here too but I take the time so why can't you?"

"Hey it's not that big of a deal y/n, we're in new environments now and it'll take me some time to settle in"

"Yoongi surely you have at least 5 minutes a day to text me??"

"Yeah of course I do, I just texted you didn't i?"

"That short ass reply was what you call a text Yoongi? It really sounds like you're avoiding me"

"You know what y/n I don't have time for this right now I'm tired"

"No Yoongi, I haven't talked to you properly in days come on don't you miss me Yoongi?"

"To be honest I've been enjoying the new company here that's I haven't missed you much"

"What do you mean Yoongi? You don't think of me?"

"Not all the time no, i have other things to think about here y/n i have new responsibilities here I can't be thinking about you all the damn time, just be happy I texted you back"

"Are you threatening to not text me anymore Yoongi? Is that what you're saying? You don't wanna talk to me anymore?"

"Oh god for fucks sake y/n stop being so clingy alright? Just grow up a little!"

The sound of his voice in heightened frustration made you choke on your words, you silenced yourself as his words rang loud in your head.

"You know what y/n I don't think this will work out, I'm going to get even busier and this will just be in the way of it all"

"Yoongi…"

"I'm sorry y/n but clearly this distance is proving that we won't work out"

"Are you... breaking up with me Yoongi?.."

The pain in your voice and the soft shaky exhale doesn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi takes a deep breath, realising he spoke too fast in frustration. As much as he did feel for you this distance was tearing you apart and Yoongi didn't want to believe it but it was the truth. He spoke softer this time giving his side of his explanation.

"Y/n, you've been nothing but amazing to me, but I realize that we were more compatible as friends, I mean think about it, we've had so many petty fights that we never had before we dated. Our growing college life will further hinder our relationship. I don't want to hurt you like this by not giving you the love and attention you deserve. I'll always love you y/n, just not as more than friends I suppose"

You couldn't believe what was happening right now, your world felt like it was crashing down on you hard and fast, you could feel the sharp stinging in your chest from how your heart was breaking the more reality hit you. Yoongi's words had reason to them, but you were still in a state of confusion. Why could you make time for Yoongi but he couldn't for you? Maybe it's because the two of you are pursuing different fields of studies? Maybe he really had better things to do? Yoongi didn't want to hurt your feelings by making you feel abandoned so he was in fact abandoning you? No? But he said he'll still love you?? Your head was spinning a bunch of thoughts ran through your head.

"Okay Yoongi...if that's what would be the best for us..then okay"

"Don't worry okay? We'll still text as usual, talk when we can okay? I won't let you go, you're still my best friend y/n"

You didn't know if his words would be comforting enough, but at that moment you took what you had and calmed your thoughts for now.

"Okay Yoongi.."

"Good, I have an early schedule tomorrow. I'll talk to you later okay? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight y/n"

"Good night Yoongi"

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As it will, Yoongi and you slowly drifted apart. You would often see his social media updates about how he was actively participating in clubs, and how he had taken up new responsibilities, going to camps and hosting events at his institute and he definitely seemed to be doing well. You on the other hand fell more and more at war with your emotions, it didn't hinder your studies. Thankfully you could keep those two apart. But whenever it got a little too quiet you'd think of him, the days in highschool when you were inseparable. You missed his laugh, his endearing way of calling you the most heinous nicknames. You definitely missed his comforting arms, his words of encouragement when you were down, you wished nothing more that in this moment you were crying to him instead of because of him.

You couldn't believe that you were sitting here, broken and feeling alone by the guy that made his way into your life, and had now made his way out in the most painful way possible. You were left there clueless and confused. Did he do it for you? Was it the right thing? Did he really think of you? Why was this happening? What would have happened if you didn't date? Would things be different? Would your best friend have stayed? All these questions playing through your mind, countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep. Thinking of how you felt almost betrayed, you cursed at yourself for sending texts to him that were only left on read or replied with a simple "I'm busy, text you later".

Slowly days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as you hadn't spoken much to Yoongi. You became stone hearted from all that had happened and slowly you got back into yourself. You were more and more active in your college life and you were growing to be better at controlling your emotions. Sure some little things remind you of him now and then, but it was much easier by now to brush his thoughts off. As sadly as your situation was you learned to move with it and not let it consume you. Every now and then you'd see Yoongi piston updates on his progressively active life and you'd feel happy for him, you wondered if he ever felt the same for you when he saw your updates on how well you were doing.

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It had been a total of 4 years since everything happened, you were on a roll and you had graduated college. You had a few job applications pending and you were more stable with your life by now. All the questions you once had were stored in a box collection dust in the far corner of your mind.

It was a relaxing Saturday evening, you were in your apartment lounging on your bed. As you were chatting away with your friends a familiar ping aroused from your phone. The name that popped up on the screen made your heart heavy and you breathing shallow, a true ghost from your past…

"Yoongi 🥀"

Your screen read. Taking a deep breath you opened the chat.

[9:57pm] Hey y/n it's been a long time… are you free tonight? Can I call you?

You didn't know what exactly to think right now. Every cell in your brain telling you not to. That you shouldn't give into him again, and that you should just talk to him over text no matter what it was. But your heart was screaming for him, the familiar feeling of longing for him returning in a massive tsunami, washing over your thoughts. You took a deep breath to centre your thoughts and decided you'd listen to him and talk to him again.

[9:59pm] Hey Yoongi, yeah I'm free to talk.

As soon as the message was read by him, your phone rang. You took one more deep breath and answered the call.

"Hello y/n, how are you?"

You cursed in your head at how much you missed his voice, the way he spoke to you at this moment had a hint of the same longing you had for him.

"Hey..Yoongi, I'm good. How are you?"

"I've been good too.. congratulations on graduating"

"Thanks Yoongi, congratulations on graduating too.."

"Thanks…"

The silence that fell had you both reflecting on everything that happened and how fast it all went by. The box of questions in your mind burst out once again whereas Yoongi on the other hand was feeling guilt and hate towards himself for everything that he put you through. Little did you know that these last few months Yoongi was hit with the hard realisation that he had lost not only his best friend but the person he cared about the most. His family certainly did not improve and the one person who was there for him when he needed it, he had left broken hearted and abruptly once he found a new escape. Yoongi was slowly flooded with memories of you as he neared his own college graduation. He remembered your highschool graduation and how he felt for you there in that moment of time. He spent a few nights crying at the realisation that he had thought of what's best for you but didn't think of how you felt and how he had left things between the two of you.

"Why Yoongi…."

Was all you managed to say out loud before your emotions caved in. Understanding what you were asking he answered.

"I was so caught up in the new environment of growing up and moving on that I did what I thought was the best to not hurt you...but I didn't think far enough that doing so will indeed hurt you.. and I wasn't there for you like i was supposed to. It took a hard hit to my head to realise that I was wrong y/n… you were always there for me and stupidly I made this mistake… I thought i was thinking of the best for both of us, when in fact i was thinking of myself.. I was selfish and I realised that…so many things reminded me of you y/n, the clouds, the sun, the sight of roses, the smell of hot cheetos.."

You giggled a little at his last comment earning a little muffled one from Yoongi.

"I understand if you hate me for what I did to you y/n… and I don't know if it'll ever be the same between us again.. but I'm willing to try to bring back what we had... if you're willing to give me a chance…"

You exhaled softly before letting out everything that you've been feeling.

"I don't hate you Yoongi, I never could and I never will. You're everything to me Yoongi and I was just really hurt by what you did and how you ended things. So many thoughts went through my head and I won't even talk about how much you made me cry….you dipshit" the playful cursing nickname made Yoongi chuckle a little, slowly making him feel reassured at the directions of the conversation.

"I'm willing to give us a chance Yoongi..and you're right, I don't expect it to be the same as what we had, I just hate that I lost my best friend.."

"I know..i understand that..and I'm sorry..for everything"

"It's okay Yoongi, I'm sorry too… maybe I should've been more understanding…"

"Hey… do you.. wanna hang out Tomorrow night?"

"You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, i wanna see you and catch up with you"

"Sure Yoongi that'd be nice"

"Great!! I'll meet you at the café by our old highschool?"

"Sure Yoongi, sounds great"

"Right then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow Yoongi"

You could hear the smiles in each other's voices as you both bid goodnight and hung up the phone. You didn't know what it was exactly but you knew just from that phone call that everything was going to be alright. You felt like you breathed much easier now, your mind much lighter. Yoongi felt the same, he was smiling more now filled with the excitement of meeting you again tomorrow after years.

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You made sure to check yourself out in the mirror a few more times before heading towards the café. You had chosen to wear a simple yet stylish outfit, your hair tied back in a low loose ponytail, your short hairs framing your face. You were nervous yet excited to be reunited with your best friend again. And as you approach the café, there he was. Standing outside the door of the café waiting for you. The now slightly more mature looking, dark fluffy haired man, wearing a long black coat was looking just as nervous and excited as he was looking down at his feet.

"I didn't know you needed glasses to see now"

your voice made him turn his head fast in your direction. The moment his gaze landed on you, it felt like highschool all over again. The way you looked standing there, just centimetres away from him. He took in your slightly matured face yet he told himself that you hadn't changed one bit.

"It's official, you're old Yoongi"

He chuckled and playfully scoffed at your comment.

"Well at least i don't dress like the satanic spawn of depression and hot cheetos"

"Sure thing Mr. I'm still a millennial emo teen"

The two of you laughed, and the world seemed to slow down. The feeling that nothing ever really changed between the two of you was knowing, however this time something felt entirely different. Both of you could feel it for sure. It was the feeling of a bond stronger than both friendship and love. You didn't know what the feeling was exactly, all that you knew was that you're never losing each other again. All this while you've been sitting there watching the feelings you had burn and crash in the worst way possible, but today right here at this café, right in front of your eyes you watched everything Begin Again.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Something About Pride

Summary: It's Pride Month! Dean tries to make sure you feel celebrated today, while Sammy has an inner dilemma about Castiel.

Pairings: Bi!Reader x Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Castiel

A/N: I had more alternative titles for that one (too in love to think straight and the gay angel), but this one fits a lot! A bit late, I know.

"Shouldn't you buy him a gift or something? It's like a full on gay Valentine's Day," Dean said in a husky voice, barely functioning in the light of morning as he prepared the daily coffee for him and Sam along with your cold lemon tea.

His little brother didn't bother giving him an articulate answer other than a mild glare at his back. (Y/N) simply rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's statement, a small grin on your lips. Dean could be simultaneously clueless, dumb and cute sometimes.

‘’I doubt Cass knows what pride month is, honestly.’’ You glance at Sam, resting your hand on his arm with a friendly smile. “But I think it would be cool if you somehow celebrated with him.’’

‘’Wait,’’ Dean interrupted the conversation, placing the coffee pot and your cup of tea on the table. ‘’Do you want to celebrate it?’’ he asked, suddenly worried about somehow being negligent on something important to you.

‘’Nah, I'm good. Being myself is all the celebration I need right now.’’ You grinned at him, withdrawing your hand arm to grab the cup full of chilled tea. It was adorable how caring Dean was. ‘’Besides, your gift this morning was good enough.’’

The wink you offered, followed by Dean's double-meaning smirk caused Sammy to huff lightly and purse his lips. ‘’Leave the weird kinks for the bedroom, guys. And more silently. I can hear.’’

His elder brother rolled his eyes and claimed the seat next to you. ‘’And I thought he would get some after he got with Cass.’’

‘’I think he would like it,” you continued after taking a sip of your tea. ‘’Maybe you could bring him to a parade?’’

‘’And explain him that pride month happens because people were killed and tortured for loving someone?’’ Sam replied, a hint of harshness in his voice. It was obvious he didn’t want to snap, but it could be a delicate situation when the brunette male thought about it. Castiel clearly knew that love has no boundaries regarding to gender — his angel nature and the fact that he had various vessels through the ages made him indifferent when it came to sex — but he probably wasn't aware that it hadn't been always like this on earth. Part of Sam didn't want to explain too much. For once, he wanted to make himself believe that not knowing could be a blessing.

You laid your eyes on him, a frown on your face. Dean was silent like he usually would be during conversations like this. Rather, he was pouring coffee for him and Sammy.

Sighing, the taller man tried to reason with himself. "I'm sorry, it's just — "

‘’It's okay. I get it,” you said, refusing further explanation. You remembered how nervous Sam was to tell Dean and how broken he was after realizing that John would never know part of what made him who he was. He was paralyzed, even, spine chilled with horror as he’d considered how his father could react. ‘’The accumulation of history, this heteronormative society. it’s buried deep inside everyone. It makes coming out necessary and scary, and even sometimes it backfires as if we were doing something wrong. Some people even tell us it’s something wrong, but that doesn’t make all that we have achieved any less important or beautiful.”

Dean's hand found your high under the table. It’s a soft squeeze and not in the teasing manner that you’re used to. His own little way of supporting you, of saying I'm here if you want to talk or drink about it. I have your back. He has been always supportive when it came to your bisexuality and his brother's sexuality. You pecked his cheek.

‘’I know, it is just…’’ Sam shrugged, his hazel eyes getting puffy. ‘’What Cas and I have — It's innocent. It's good. I don't want him to doubt it or something because of what a bunch of ignorant people think. Does that make sense?’’

‘’Cass has had the hots for you for years, dude. He didn't run away from us when he had to go against Chuck, go to the purgatory or when you offered him rabbit food. He won't leave anymore.’’

Although he coated his tongue with a humorous truth, it broke Dean's heart to hear the fragility in his little brother's voice. For as much as Castiel was his best friend, he was ready to punch the grace out of that angel if he hurt Sammy.

‘’He is right, Sam. Castiel wouldn't doubt your relationship for that. It's Pride Month. History isn't known for being pretty, but victorious. And we won.’’

‘’Sometimes I just wish we didn't have to fight,’’ Sammy said quietly, shrugging while he grabbed the cup of coffee to bring to his lips.

You gave him a solidary glare, an empathetic smile adding in your expression. You held his huge hand in yours, rubbing your thumb into Sam's palm.

‘’I know.’’ What was left to say? It was unfair as most things in centuries. It was revolting. But above all, it was changing. Love was finally being seen in every way. Things were slowly getting better. ‘’But we keep fighting, right? And we get something good.’’ You pulled away, drinking more of your lemon tea. Sam nodded, sniffling a bit while he recomposed himself. ‘’You could keep it simple if you explain, like…’’

‘’Tell him it is a full-month of exclusively gay Valentine,’’ Dean suggested, smiling genuinely at his idea and wiggling his eyebrows.

Sam sighed and you scrunched your nose, but had to agree with your boyfriend. That would be a good way to describe it to Castiel.

‘’You could bring him to a parade or give him one of those tiny rainbow flags, like Captain Holt’s. It's cute!’’

Dean grimaced. ‘’Don't be that chick flick, Sammy.’’

‘’How is that chick flick, Winchester?’’ You arched your eyebrow, almost challenging him to continue.

The long-haired brother just chuckled at you two, rising from the chair with his cup in hand. He needed to think about Castiel and the whole month's explanation deal.

‘’All right, I'll let you two argue alone.’’

Sammy could hear the words that grow more quietly as he stepped away from the kitchen.

‘’Are you sure you don't want to go to a parade or something?’’

It brings an amount of pride that he didn't think he would feel, just like the joy.

Sam Winchester wasn’t the kind of man to get nervous mincing words, especially near his family. That was why he almost felt ashamed when the faint tremble in his voice became noticeable enough for even him to detect when he spoke to his boyfriend.

‘’So, Cass, I wanted to talk to you about something.’’

The hunter wanted to scream stupid at himself for the tiny frown on Castiel's usual tranquil expression. When Sam said similar words to the angel, it was most likely to be a life or death situation, or a Dean becoming a demon situation, or a Chuck about to destroy the world situation.

And he certainly wasn't this anxious when he first brought it up to his brother and you.

‘’What is this about?’’

‘’Full-gay Valentine's Day, but it's a month.’’ Dean arched his eyebrows, pursed lips parting into a proud smile. You slapped his arm. Unbelievable. ‘’What? You agree!’’

You held his arm and dragged him out of the room. Sam needed privacy. As you and his brother walked away between whispers, he let out a breath that he didn't even notice the holding.

For a split of second, Sammy almost followed you two to bring Dean and his stupid jokes back to the subject.

The hunter coughed, but his angel lover just remained standing there; calm blue eyes waiting for his next speech, head subtly titled to the side because of his curiosity.

‘’Uh, Pride Month.’’

For his surprise, Castiel answered with a nod, ‘’The month of love, I believe? It is very colorful to see.’’

‘’You know what it is?’’ Sammy frowned in confusion, approaching his boyfriend with a soft smile. It was a weird relief. He wouldn't dare to tell Cass how some humans saw their relationship. Not that they mattered, anyway. But it'd haunt him how his lover could react. After all, Castiel was still considerably new to the human world as a dweller.

‘’Yes, I do. A month to celebrate romantic relationships,” the blue-eyed man said. Once he saw the look on Sam’s face, he quickly added, ‘’I saw it on the television.’’

‘’Yeah, it's, huh, kinda like that. But not fully.’’ He gave him a tight smile. Sammy was close enough to hold his hand, and so he did. God, it was possible to feel his body relax just with that mere touch. If Samuel didn't know any better, he'd theorize that he could sense Castiel's grace. But no, it must've been love in its purest form. ‘’It's important for relationships too, but it is mostly about self pride. Like accepting and praising part of who you are.’’

Cass intertwined their fingers, enjoying the way Sam's soul shone brighter to his closeness. It was such a majestic view.

‘’I was thinking, maybe we could go to one of them. Or just have a date. It's kind of our special month on earth. Well, the backstory isn't that nice, but — ’’

‘’Many things in humanity aren't, Sam. You are not a harmonic kind. Like bees,’’ Castiel said, butting into his human's babbling as he noticed how agitated his aura became. As if he was scared for some reason. Sam gulped, the prior anxious feeling crawling back in a bigger form. ‘’Although, it is an honorable celebration for a great cause. I would like to enjoy this with you.”

Sammy's mouth was open in a perfect shape of an O. Features echoing his mixed feelings of intrigue and shock, he had to make sure of what he heard by asking: ‘’You would?’’

‘’Yes, Sa — Honey.’’ The graceful being was still learning the perks of being in a romantic relationship. Pet names were a new thing to him, but honey was his favorite. Mostly because of its association with his favorite insect. ‘’We could go for one of the group walks on the street? The sensation to be there seems — ’’

“Freeing?’’ He smiled, pulling Castiel closer to his taller figure with a free hand. Not a worry in earth, hell and heaven catching his mind now.

Castiel curved his lips into a smile. It was tiny, but it was there, just like the hold on his waist. Would every move of his angel make him experience this peaceful embrace? He believed so. Perhaps that was the happiness that he found in the chaos of his life. That his brother found. And it was good. God, it was amazing. Heaven in one angel, just for him.

‘’Exactly, like pride.’’ Sam's words come only to be soon replaced by his lips pressing against Castiel's in a kiss.

He felt so proud to love him. No one could take it away.

And they wouldn't.

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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years

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I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

...

Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

#maandpashipping #team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james #jessie #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #rocketshipping #kanto #holy matrimony!

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Wedding Bell Promises

Draco Malfoy X OC

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Reader's Insight: Ginny and Maeve Weasley are twins, who at the age of six promised to be the maid of honour at each other's weddings, come hell or high water.

During the Battle against the Dark Lord Voldermort, Maeve pushed Ginny out of the way of a killing curse, however she wasn't so lucky herself.

It was quiet.

It was stale.

It was dim.

It was... Saint Mungo's?

I stared into the darkness for a moment before I pushed my hands against the stiff gurney and forced myself to sit up. There was light peering through under the closed door, my eyes spotted my bedside table which held a green and gold leather bound book, my wand laying in a box with green silk and a dark red gown hung on the wall inbetween the table and the wall.

Confused and a tad bit nervous I reached out and picked up my wand and book, the lights flickering to life as I waved my wand and looked at the book marked page.

Dear Maeve,

It's almost been three years now since the battle which we both lost Fred and you.

George misses Fred so much, he says I don't understand what it's like to lose my twin as you're still technically here, but I can't help but feel like you're both gone and here at the same time. George apologised as soon as he said it of course, he's still struggling to live without as I am with you, but at least we have one another to grieve, even if it's for different reasons.

Harry bought you your maid of honour dress... I told him he didn't have to as the doctors said you showed no signs of waking up anytime soon - or at all. He's been amazing, he's helped mum and dad rebuild the Burrow, we've even bought the land next to it and built a little house for ourselves, he was insistent that we build a one bedroom cottage for you too. He believes you'll wake up, he's even gotten along with Draco Malfoy as they've been organising physical therapy for you!

I invited Draco to our wedding, in not sure if he'll come as he has kept to himself mainly. I know everyone is still unsure about the Malfoy's, but for you I am hoping he comes.

I miss you. I really do. I know everyone says it gets easier but it doesn't. Everyday I am reminded that you aren't here with me. I have failed you, I should've been the one that's in a coma.

I also... I'll just say it. I hate you, I hate what you did, I can't help it I'm so sorry. I hate that I hate you, but I can't stop it. You shouldn't have pushed me out of the way. I should've paid more attention! I failed you! I was meant to look after you!

I'm sorry Maeve.

I'm so fucking sorry.

The diary felt like it was laced with Basilisk venom. I dropped it onto the bed, which then bounced and hit the floor with a loud 'thud'. Looking around the room I see touches of my family to it, a blanket and pillow on the chairs that mum had knitter, little gadgets and pictures from their life events, pictures of babies even! Pushing the blanket off of me I threw my legs over the side of the bed and dropped down.

My hands had to hold me up as my legs felt weak and jelly-like. I noticed a slightly open door next to the dress, which appeared to be a bathroom. Pushing against the furniture and walls I managed to enter the bathroom, only to come face to face with a mirror.

I stared back at myself. I knew it was me - Even though it looked like Great Grandma Rowanina, I had grown older and filled out more, the only thing that stayed the same was my height. Which is slightly annoying as that meant I was still the shortest Weasley.

My hands tugged on the paper thing hospital gown and I span the knobs on the wall to quickly shower in attempt to wash the sterile smell off of myself and to attempt to process what Ginny's diary entry had said.

Three years? I can't remember anything other than heading off into battle against Voldermort. I slower climb into the wide tub and let the shower water pour over me. I closed my eyes, my mind was blank as I scrambled for anything else, but I couldn't. I couldn't think of anything.

Ginny, she hates for me for something I can't even remember, Fred... Fred had...died... A sob clawed its way through me as I began crying. I'd never be able to say goodbye, or go to his funeral, I don't know who else is dead or who is alive. Who else is married? Who has children? How old am I? 19 years? Older? How long ago had Ginny written in the diary?

"Freddie..." I cried.

The water soon got cold. Heaving myself over the tub I stumbled to the only other clothing that looked like it'd fit me, the maid of honour dress. I pulled the soft fabric over my head and found plastic sealed slippers in the cupboard.

I walked out of the corridor and to the main lobby of the hospital before I waved my wand and appeared on the road that leads to the Burrow. Shuffling I slowly made my way home.

There was music in the distance, and many voices, slowly the rebuilt Burrow was in front of me and I stared into the lit up house. It was different, more structuraly sound, I suppose. The voices weren't coming from the house though, the more steps I took the more easier I found walking.

There was a large tent in the distance I hurried my way to it, suspension and nervous fear bubbling in my chest as I reached it.

"Attention, attention you lot! I have something to say!" I heard my dad's voice call out and everything went silent. "I just want to thank you all for coming tonight, I want to thank you all for being family and supporting us through thick and thin. Without you lot we wouldn't be where we are today!"

I reached the opening and looked inside. Dad stood in a suit, holding a glass of bubbling liquid in front of him.

"Harry, my dear lad, I want to thank you for everything you have done for my family. Even if you weren't marrying my daughter, you'd still be apart of this family and will always be our son. Everything you've done and everything you will do, no matter what we will always be proud of you. You will always have a place in the Burrow."

I took a few steps into the tent, watching my father and everyone else watch him. Everyone looked so different, yet the same all at the same time.

"Ginny, I am so proud of the young woman you have become today and I know that you will be amazingly career driven seeing as you have been offered your dream job, just this morning!"

I stared at Ginny, her hair was pinned beautifully up, she wore a beautiful white gown that could've been worn by a princess. My eyes spotted a familiar necklace around her neck though, one old and clashed with her outfit. My hand touched my neck, instantly realised she was wearing my locket on her wedding day, my eyes began to get wet as my dad continued.

"You are a exceptional and beautiful young lady now, and I can't help but see the little girl who would talk my ear off about how cute Harry Potter is!"

"Dad!" Ginny cut in, face going red as she looked at Harry in embarassment.

"I am excited to see what you will do next, I will missing having you lot around and I know both Fred and Maeve are watching you now. They're so proud of you. We all are. And before I start crying and Molly decides to pull me off of the podium, Cheers to the Potter's!"

"To the Potter's!"

"To Fred and Maeve!" Harry yelled, raising his glass after everyone had a drink if there's.

"To Fred and Maeve!"

Everyone yelled once more before taking a sip of their drinks. Dad finally looked away from Ginny and Harry and looked out to everyone who were happily chatting to everyone. His eyes landed on my instantly and he dropped his champagne glass.

"Good grief Arthur! Have you already met your limit?" Someone laughed nearby. Mum stood and quickly attempted to sponge up the spillage and glasses.

"Arthur what's got into you? Arthur?" Mum said as everyone continued to celebrate. "Arthur?"

"Dad?" Ginny said, standing to reach out and touch his arm. "What is it?" She turned and saw me. "May?"

An hush quickly fell over the tent as everyone turned to look at me, standing at the opening of the tent in a brides maid dress and hospital slippers.

"May?" Mum cried out and threw herself over the table - Which was somewhat terrifying as I've never seen her move so quickly. "May!" She cried out before crushing me into a hug. "Oh my god! You're here! It's really you!" She wept as I held onto her for dear life.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened-"

"May!" I felt dad hug me as well, both of my parents holding onto each other as they cried and held onto me for dear life. "You're okay!"

Before I knew it, it appeared everyone was surrounding us and holding onto each other. A see of red hair speckled with a few other colours.

Ginny gently pushed her way to in front of me, grabbing my cheeks and looking into my eyes. "It's really you..."

"Yeah, sorry about that," I say cheekily before she wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed into my hair.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!"

"Gin, it's not your fault-"

"You pushed me out of the way of the killing curse May! You took it for me! How dare you!" She pulled back and hit my head.

"I'm sorry! I don't remember!"

She looked at me with a watery smile. "You made me worry, May... I was so scared that I lost you."

"That's what you get for being the older twin," I say while sticking my tongue out at her. "Look at you though?! You're absolutely gorgeous!" I yelled as I pulled back, staring at her as we continued to hold hands. "Gin... Do you still hate me?"

"Never," she pulled me into another hug. "I wrote those things because I was upset because I thought I lost you. Harry kept saying you'll come back though, you were never the one to break your promises after all."

My head snapped to Harry who stood amongst the Weasley's. "If you break her bloody heart mate, I'll make you regret it."

"Wouldn't count on it," he says while giving me a wink. "Not after you made me bald."

"Oh no! Harry, Draco went home after the ceremony!" Ginny gasped as she re-pulled back into her hug.

"George and Percy have already gone to drag him back, don't you worry," mum said as she looks at me. "I just, I can't believe your back dear." She kissed my cheek.

"I'm glad to be back, mum. Ginny, sorry for ruining your wedding-" I say as I realised I disrupted the celebration.

She smacked my shoulder. "Don't be, we made a promise, remember?"

I nod. "... Did you cut the cake yet though?" She rolled her eyes and laced her fingers with mine before dragging me over to the large table and pushed me onto the empty seat beside her.

"Back to the celebrations everyone!"

The wedding's celebration dial went from a 100 to 1,000. Alcohol was pouring quickly and frequently, everyone was rowdy and dancing like their favourite Quidditch team just won the World cup after a bad streak.

I sat quietly watching it all, feeling oddly tired and out of place. Ginny and Harry held each other close as they slow danced, ignoring everyone dancing like crazy people around them to the high tempo song that was playing.

"She visited you every day, May," mum said quietly as she sat down next to me, watching Harry.

"I feel like I've missed so much, mum."

"Your - Draco, he bought a journal so every visit you'd write something that has happened, so when you wake up you could read it and not miss anything."

A cold chill when down my spine. "I assume we won?" I asked nervously.

"We did," she mused.

"Thank god," I nodded and watched George walk over to us.

"He wasn't at the manor, the house elves said he left quickly and no one knows where he went."

"He'll turn up soon, I'll leave you two to talk."

George slowly took mums empty seat and we sat in silence. "Georgie, I'm sorry..."

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay," George said as he places a arm around my shoulder. "Hey, don't cry."

"I can't believe he's gone," I say as I my eyes began to well up again.

"I forgot that you probably just learner this," George said quietly as he pushed my head onto his neck. "Don't worry, I'll always be here for you May, I'll even do the old swap-a-roo if you ever need to talk to Fred."

I held onto him tightly. "I'm sorry that i-"

"If you apologise for being in a coma I swear to god I will make you bald just like we made Harry bald," George warned.

My hand pressed against my eyes as I attempted to force the tears to go away. "You're home now, that's all that matters," George says as he buried his head into my hair. I will never tell anyone that I felt his tears as they made their way to my skin. "Oh cheer up, May! We're at a wedding for god sake! Come on, dance with me!"

"You may need to drag me," I say as he pulls me to my feet.

"Just stand on my shoes, shortie, just like old times."

I laughed at George danced awkwardly as I stood on his shoes. "Molly! Maeve is gone!" I heard a desperate voice yell.

George stopped and we looked over at mum who grabbed ahold of a red faced Malfoy. "The hospital is on lockdown, they don't know where May is! Her wand is missing!"

"I know Draco, loo-"

"We need to begin a search party - I'll head to the ministry, you can stay here, I'll handle everything. I'll get her back-"

"Draco!" Mum reached up and grabbed his chin to force it on my direction. His eyes fell onto me, and I felt like I was hit my a train.

He's different. He's grown up. He wore a lovely dark grey suit and he appeared to be slightly wider and more toned than the last time we met. He also looks like he's grown too, the bastard.

He let go of up and suddenly I was picked off of George and into the arms of Draco.

"Oh my god, May, I can't believe you're okay."

"Draco? I'm sorry," I held onto him.

"I've missed you so much! I've visited every single day! I wrote day everything that's happened, I know it's a lot to take in but I thought you should-"

Impatiently I pulled on his tie and sealed his lips with mine before I pull back and rest my nose on his. "I missed you," he said as his eyes watered. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry we argued before the battle, I'm sorry I'm such a idiot, I love you May. Please forgive me."

"Always Draco, as long as you forgive me for being in a coma," I say while giving him a cheeky smile.

"Always!"

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Miss Weasley."

#harry potter #weasley #ginny weasley #ginny weasley x harry potter #ginny x harry #draco malfoy #draco x oc #wedding #cry #george weasley #fred weasley #one big happ family

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