Hi, Tumblr~ I'm Hiro, I'm 19 and use she/her pronouns. I hope to share my writing with everyone, and I hope you enjoy your time on my page^^
I live off music. I listen to any and all genres as long as I find them good. My go-tos are MCR, Arctic Monkeys, Slipknot, Ricky Montgomery, wave 2 earth, many kpop bands, and OPM (just to name a few hehe).
Other than writing, I heavily enjoy art and dance.
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this has been on my mind lately. when you and gaon are dating and get upset at him, he's truly clueless at first on how to console you, and him being quite the clingy partner, he wants you to hug and cuddle him again. but to get you to do that, he has to figure out what exactly got you so upset at him.
hes clueless.
so he decides to do what he does best. playing the guitar. having bonded with you over music, he knows your favorite artists and what songs you put on for what you're feeling that day. he takes his guitar from the stand and sits beside you, leaving enough space between the two of you so you don't shove him to the side again.
he looks at you with a worried look and apologizes softly, even if he doesn't know what exactly he's apologizing for. he strums the guitar softly, singing the words of a familiar song that you love. a song that you and he both had a connection to, and hearing him play it while singing for you, your anger slowly diminishes. you scoot yourself closer to him, to lean on his shoulder as he plays, and he leans his head on yours. singing softly in your ears.
once the song is done, he kisses your forehead gently, talking and asking about what hes done wrong, and apologizes properly for it.
hi everyone!! i know i haven't been posted in a while, but i've been working on an au! part 1 has already been posted on my account:
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โช I like to think that Gunil is the least adventurous with his food compared to his other members. One thing about Gunil, though, when itโs the end of the month, and the budget is tight, heโll always be lined up in front of the siomai stall. He can genuinely eat siomai with rice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he wants to. His siomai would have what you normally expect: soy sauce and calamansi, but Gunilโs spice tolerance isn't the best, so he adds just enough chili garlic for him to sweat.
Siomai - a popular bite-sized dumpling, usually consisting of minced pork, shrimp, or beef, combined with extenders like carrots and garlic, all wrapped in a thin wonton wrapper.
Calamansi - A small, sour citrus fruit native to the Philippines (similar to a lime.)
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โช As the foodie we all know, he definitely loves almost all street food, but I think he has a special place in his heart for isaw, both barbequed and fried. He won't shy away from dipping it in spicy vinegar either. He can easily eat stick after stick, and he wouldn't take it to go either. Heโd eat the freshly cooked food beside the food stall, even if it's blazing hot out. He says its apart of the experience.
Isaw - A popular Filipino street food consisting of skewered and barbecued pig or chicken intestines. The innards are meticulously cleaned, boiled, and marinated before being grilled over hot charcoal on bamboo sticks
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โช Gaon has a big sweet tooth and kakanin such as biko and puto bumbong. He enjoys it especially when they load it up with all the sweet toppings like margarine, condensed milk, grated cheese, and leche flan. Jungsu also enjoys kakanin and often hangs out with Gaon to satisfy their cravings. When the Philippines gets hot and humid, Gaon will have Halo-Halo every day for his snack. He loves how all the ingredients taste when mixed and how he puts it, โcools his soulโ. Quite a shame he has to face the consequences after eating (iykyk).
Kakanin - A collective term for traditional Filipino sweet rice cakes and desserts, mainly made with glutinous rice.
Biko - Traditional Filipino sticky rice cake made from glutinous rice, coconut milk, and dark brown sugar.
Puto Bumbong - A purple rice cake made by steaming a mixture og ground glutinous rice inside bamboo tubes.
Halo-halo - A Filipino shaved-ice sundae, the name translates to "mix-mix."
Leche Flan - Filipino dessert consisting of egg yolk custard with a layer of caramel syrup.
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โช O.de is a big fan of soups and stews, so during the rainy season, when the wind is cold, he often craves mami or lugaw. He often asks the stall downstairs to add extra chili on the side. O.de loves eating it in front of a window, where he can feel the cool wind, hear the patter of the rain, and smell that scent of nostalgia he canโt describe. It's quite a healing moment for him, and he uses it to relax and to take in the life around him. A reminder for him to live in the moment and enjoy the simpler things in life.
Mami - Filipino noodle soup consisting of wheat or egg noodles, a savory broth, and tender meat or wontons.
Lugaw - Thick, savory rice porridge or congee made by simmering glutinous or regular rice with water, ginger, and garlic.
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โช For no particular reason, Ilocos empanada and Taho fit Junhan so well. I can't even figure out why. Junhan would put a bit of vinegar on the empanada, not too much, though, as it tends to get a bit too spicy for him. He LOVES the crunch of all the ingredients and how they all taste together. Junhan definitely has Taho for breakfast for at least half the week. Itโs not too sweet, and all the ingredients blend. For Junhan, taho is a perfect way to start his morning; it fills him up and gives him energy to practice guitar.
Ilocos empanada - A pastry filled with savory ingredients such as green papaya, bean sprouts, and egg.
Taho - A popular snack food made of fresh soft/silken tofu, arnibal (sweetener and flavoring), and sago pearl (similar to tapioca pearl)
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โช Heโs known for his love of meat and his disdain towards vegetables. I can't decide between chicken and pork barbecue and kikiam, so just assume he really enjoys both. Heโs also a sauce lover; he drowns each skewer in sauce and enjoys every bite. He enjoys it especially when the kikiam is freshly fried and is still crispy. To be fair, I think everyone in xdh enjoys eating barbecue, but Jooyeons' love for it is on another level.
Filipino BBQ - Marinated meat, usually pork or chicken, grilled over charcoal on bamboo skewers.
Kikiam - Sausage-like fritter made with fish paste. Usually served with sweet, sour, and spicy sauce.
i have a note full of ideas for xdh au's. i have never done a smau before but im VERY excited as ive been consumed by xdh brainrot that i feel the need to contribute to it for the next 2 months
โช Hints at the gifts he wants, very OBVIOUSLY, but to him, he's being subtle.
โYโknow, this has been all over the Daily Prophet.. They say it's the number 1 gift for your loved ones, and you love me, right?โ
โช Wraps your gifts very abnormally. Either wraps them to make it look like a random object or wraps them in 10 boxes and wraps the whole thing in tape and zip-ties.
โCโmon! Open it now! It's not that hard, is it?โ
โช โHelpsโ you in the kitchen when you make Christmas dinner, in his terms, helping is tasting everything that he can get his grubby hands on, and as much as he can, to thoroughly taste it, of course.
โI have to taste it! I have to ensure that itโs perfect for our dinner laterโฆ If we still have any..โ
โช His gifts are always something youโve been wanting for ages, or something you mentioned to him once, and it stuck with him. He would get matching items with you, whether it be jewelry or clothes.
โDo you like it? Or do you prefer the other color? I'll use the one that you don't like.โ
โช Runs around out in the snow with you. Playing and having fun doing many activities, His favorite personally is just running around the snow trying the catch you, he enjoys how happy you look and sound as he chases you around in the cold weather.
โI almost got you now! Iโll plummet you into the snow, I swear!โ
โช Chats with you as you both are snuggled up near a fireplace, accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate. He drapes blankets and his scarves over you to warm you up, and occasionally, catches himself staring at you with the warm glow of the fire on your face.
โAre you feeling warm nowโฆ? It can get quite freezing outside. Best if you just stay right next to me.โ
โช Will refuse to watch any Hallmark Christmas movie that you show him and deems it โtoo clichรฉโ, but gets extremely invested when you put on the movie anyway.
โSeriously?! Is the guy a moron? Heโs just going to leave his girl in the freezing snow?! I hope you know, Iโll never do that, ever!โ
โช Bring you Christmas food that his mom made especially for you. Took him a lot of strength not to just take it himself; sadly, he values his mom's wishes.
โ My mum made this for you. Now, can we split it? Please?โ
โช He's surprisingly endearing during the holidays. During these times, he appears sweeter, more caring, and more worrisome. It hits your heart the right way, appreciating every moment of it.
โI love you. Yโknow that?โ
He says, snuggled up next to you, with his head on your shoulder.
โช When you get sick during winter, he teases you lightly for having a weak immune system, as he proceeds to care for you. He would rather see you annoyed at him than see you sick and unwell.
โGeez, I knew your immune system was weak, but not this weak. Do you need anything? Are you feeling betterโฆ?โ
He asks as he sits on the edge of your bed, patting your hair.
Fred Weasley is a shameless person; there was no reason to deny that. It wouldnโt be abnormal to hear someone groaning at his antics as he poked and prodded at them just to annoy them. Fred would make his rounds and find his next victim of his endless teasing. He decided to shoot his shot with someone heโd be eyeing forever. Another thing about Fred is that he's ironically horrible at flirting, but his shame was close to nothing, and didnโt stop him from approaching you.
He bumped into you, bumping your shoulders together with more force than normal; his intent was seeping through his horrible acting.
โAye, my bad. Hi, my name is Fred Weasley, but you can call me tomorrow.โ He said, his voice attempting to sound smooth, ending his words with a little wink
You stood there, your eyebrows slowly inching upward, your face looking dumbfounded at his words, staring up at him with a stunned expression. You knew his name; everyone did. You were confused about why he had to introduce himself. His pick-up line didnโt get through your head in that moment. It was that bad.
You nod slowly with a confused smile forced on your face.
โ....Okayโฆ?โ You say, shrugging your shoulders
Fred, fully convinced that his pick-up line was a success, he winked again, as his lips quirked into a smirk, before walking away.
You thought his antics would end there, but to no one's surprise, he kept persisting throughout the week.
During potions class, you were instructed to find a partner. Before you can call out to anyone, you feel an arm sling across your shoulder, feeling the weight shift. You look up to see Fred, looking into the distance with his smug face that he always has.
โYou must be a magnet, because I am so attracted to you right now.โ He made his voice sound dreamy. Dreamy in his sense. He still looked into the distance with a faint smile, waiting for your answer.
โUm, whatโฆ? Sorry, I have to find a partner.โ You look around the room to try to call out to anyone else to try and invite them to be your partner, but to no avail, everyone else was taken. You slowly turn to face Fred, his arm still slung around your shoulder, as if expecting something from you.
โSoโฆ um, partners..?โ You ask reluctantly, inching slowly away from his arm.
โI meanโฆ If I have to. Plus, your hand looks heavy. Can I hold it for you?โ He slowly led you to your workstation, dramatically flipping his hair; you almost couldn't help but feel embarrassed for him. Almost.
โRightโฆ Gather me the ingredients, would you?โ I nod awkwardly, trying to ignore what you thought was just teasing, not flirting.ย
He went over to the ingredients cabinet, fully knowing what to get, but still acted oblivious and confused.
โI'm lostโฆ Can you give me the directionsโฆ to your heart..?โ He looked back, holding the ingredients in his hand, trying to get you to smile and get to your heart.
You sigh, your patience is running thin. Raising your hand and rubbing your fingers on your temple.
โFredโฆ just bring the ingredients over, we don't have enough time to finish this.โ
Fred walked back over to your station, placing the vials of ingredients onto the table. He leaned on the table with his hands in his pockets. He looked at you as you started to work and brew the potion.
โWellโฆ? Here I am. What are your other two wishes?โ He continued to flirt with you shamelessly, but you didn't pick up on his true intention, passing it off as trying to annoy you with pointless teasing and bickering. You ignored him as you continued to grind up, to crush, and to mix the ingredients. Staying focused while reading the instructions.
Throughout the whole class, Fred didnโt stop with the barrage of pick-up lines that made you want to strangle him just so he could shut up.
After class, you packed up quickly, leaving the classroom with haste. Wanting to get away from Fred, but in a true Fred Weasley fashion, he always found you around the castle, ready with a large ammunition of corny pick-up lines.
He followed you everywhere, while you studied in the library, he pulled the chair out beside you.
โIf you were words on a page, youโd be fine print.โ His chin rested on his palm as he stared at you. He received your answer as you closed your books and packed up your things, and left.ย
Another day in the hall, as you ate, he scootched over next to you. He was wearing a fake tacky flower in his robes' front pocket.
โAre you tired? Youโve been running through my mind all day.โ You glance at him, wanting to see if he was being for real. Fredโs eyebrows were wiggling up and down as if trying to get you to swoon over him. You tried to hold your expression of annoyance, but your eyes couldnโt help themselves, rolling them as you turned away.
You tried holding it out. Fred would usually get tired and move on to the next person, but weeks went on, and you were still hearing his voice left and right from whatever you are, spewing out horrible pick-up lines.
There were days when Fred would come up with a pick-up line that made you want to smile. But being stubborn, you didnโt want to give him the satisfaction that he was actually getting through to you. You once bit your inner cheek trying to stop yourself from cracking a smile when he went up to you after his Quidditch practice.
โDo you like Quidditch? Because you're the keeper of my heart.โ He said, all sweaty and winded from practice, poking you slightly with his broomstick, his face plastered with that annoying grin of his.
You lowered your head, telling yourself of and over not to show your smile to him. You sighed and walked away with your head down. You admitted to yourself that that one was pretty good. You told yourself that he just got lucky; his other pick-up lines were horrendous either way.
Well, thatโs what you thought.
ย Since then, the cheesier the pick-up lines got, the stronger your urge was to let a small smile shine through. You were caught off guard when you turned your head back to the front, seeing Fred appear right in front of your face out of nowhere.
โOn a scale from 1-10, youโre a 9, because Iโm the 1 you need,โ Fred blurted out, almost out of breath from running towards you from the hallways. This time, you couldnโt help yourself; you let out a small smile at his words, but turned your head away to try to hide it from Fred.
โYou.. you smiled..!โ Fred caught your smile, the bright smile heโd been working towards ever since then. He let out a breath of relief.
โIโm getting somewhere, arenโt I. Iโm getting through you!โ He announced, sounding like he had just gotten the winning lottery ticket. His lips stretched out into a wide smile, looking like he was ready to conquer the world.
โI like you, and I have to see that smile every day. Donโt think I would stop from here.โ He nudged his shoulder with his elbow, trying to get another reaction out of you, but you walked away frustrated, you let your emotions peek through, and fed his satisfaction even further.
Since that day, Fred doubled his efforts, trying to squeeze your smile out as much as he could. Being bolder with his pick-up lines, he wanted you to give your attention to him. All of it.
Since that day, you tried extra hard not to let your emotions get the better of you, but through Fredโs sweet smile and even sweeter (yet embarrassing) words, it was hard for you to keep yourself in check. He also outright said that he liked you, that this wasnโt just an effort to tease and annoy you, but his way of trying to shoot his shot with you. You shook your head at the thought with a small smile lingering at your lips. Out of the numerous ways you can flirt with someone, Fred chose the most unconventional one. Yet, you wouldnโt have it any other way.
You gave him more of your attention, telling him how bad his lines were, even though, ironically, you were smiling while telling him. You would scoff and shake your head, still with a grin on your face, and you would nudge him back when he nudged you.
He saw your smiles because of him, and he was happy that you were smiling around him. Seeing massive hope and progress in his attempt to try and swoon you over, he started talking to you. Not with his usual pick-up lines, but talk to you about things you didnโt ask for. His favorite was saying facts about himself, trying to present himself as a good guy. He received silence, but you werenโt walking away from him like you would normally do.
The more comfortable he gauged you to be around him, the more comfortable he got with you. He always slings his arm around your shoulder when he sees you walking somewhere, following your footsteps, as he drops you off wherever you are going.
This kind of relationship had gone on for days; you both felt closer to each other, feeling more like friends than strangers. There was no denying you both enjoyed each other's company, whether youโd like to admit it or not.
One cold night in the common room, you were sitting by the fireplace, bundled in your warmest clothes, trying to stay warm. Suddenly, another source of heat came from your side. You looked beside you and saw Fred, sitting with you, with a smile on his face
โWhat's your favorite drink? I'm asking so I know what to buy you on our first date.โ Fredโs eyes never left yours as he let the words fall out of his mouth.
You scoff lightly
โIs this your way of finally asking me out?โ You looked back at him with a deadpan expression on your face.
โYeah, why? Were you waiting for me to finally ask you out? Will you go with me?โ He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer his invitation.
You scoff again, rolling your eyes as your gaze fell on the fireplace. Staying silent for a while, leaving Fred hanging as he waited for your answer.
โJust make it worth my time.โ You bump your shoulder into his with a faint smile on your lips.
He had finally done it, Fred had finally asked you out, and you agreed!
Fred smiled widely at your answer.
โSee, admit it, my pick-up lines totally worked.โ He bumped his shoulder against your own, his smile never leaving his face.
โDonโt push your luck here, Fred.โ You shook your head, letting your smile be on full display, letting it stay there. You sat there with him for a while, letting the warmth of the room engulf you, may it be from a fireplace or someone who sat right beside you.
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โช Harry would have your photo everywhere, in his wallet, in his robes pocket, and on his nightstand. He likes to see your face when heโs going through something. Although youโre not with him physically, he is reminded that you will always be with him.
โช Slips in galleons into your bag or pockets when he notices your mood is slightly off, he hopes you notice them and buy something with them to lift up your mood.
โช Harry will lend his scarf to you in a heartbeat. Whenever it gets cold in Hogwarts, he likes to see you all bundled up and warm. Even if you're not in the same house as him, he wouldnโt think twice about wrapping his scard around your neck.
โช Really comfortable around you, he isn't afraid to smile more often and laugh out loud, even if his loud cackle can and will wake everyone up, he wouldnโt care as long as you're by his side.
โช He gets worried for you on your behalf. Although you donโt seem bothered by whatever is happening, Harry canโt help but feel worried for you and reassures you that everything will be okay, even though you know it will.
โช Harry tries to discreetly find you within the stands while playing Quidditch. He would purposefully fly around the arena, passing it as if trying to find the snitch, but in reality, he is your one and only golden snitch. Sometimes he gets too wrapped up in trying to find you, he forgets heโs supposed to catch the snitch.
โช He would leave small sweets on your desk whenever you both didn't have class together, almost letting you know that heโs still looking out for you even if you both arenโt in the same room.
โช When riding to or from Hogwarts, ever since you showed him earphones, you would both listen to your shared playlist, sitting together while sharing the earphones. When it was rainy or quiet on your journey, you both would end up sleeping with your heads on top of each other.
โช He prefers giving you handmade gifts instead of buying them. He would spend so much time writing letters, making paper flowers out of spare parchment, and decorating the whole thing. Sometimes, if he wanted to make something different, he would turn to Hermione for help.
โช Whenever his glasses get foggy or dirty, he would go up to you and use your scarf to wipe them, and you 100% donโt mind.
โช When Gryfinddor wins a match in Quidditch, he would find you and put his jersey on you. He takes your hand in his and lifts it as everyone yells chants of victory.
โช He makes great hot chocolate. You always request that he make it whenever it gets too chilly outside, and he always obliges. He knows how you like it by heart, but still likes to ask you to see if your preference has changed.
โช Hedwig adores you; she lets you pet him on her head while looking pleased. When Harry would let her out of her cage, she would fly onto his bed where you would be sitting, and snuggle up to you. Harry doesnโt like the idea of an owl on his bed, but you convince him to just lie down, so he does. You both snuggle with an owl in between.
โช Picks up phrases from you and uses them unironically with his friends. They turned their heads when they heard Harry say, โYou ate that up.โ They don't mention it, but it was surprising how often Harry says this.ย
If everyone in Gryffindor had to agree on something, it would have to be the fact that the common room is bloody cold. Despite the cozy fireplace set in the middle, everyone canโt help but bundle up in their warm clothing while hanging out down there.
You were lucky, having no clean sweaters to keep you warm. You asked your friends Harry, Hermione, and Ron if they had any sweaters that they could spare, just for tonight.ย
Ronโs a great friend, not thinking twice about handing you a thick knitted sweater, it was a dark olive green sweater, with a big capital letter โFโ in the middle, knitted with bright yellow. You were already freezing, not questioning the design. Besides, Ron had lent you a sweater. At the very least, you could be grateful.
You got warm and cozy in the common room, along with the other 3. You all chattered and laughed. One large blanket was stretched out to cover all four of your laps, keeping you all warm.
The calmness of the common room was all sucked out, hearing the door barge open and the shameless laughs of the Weasley twins that echoed throughout every corner of the common room. Their eyes darted around the room, analyzing who was in it, until their eyes fell on where the four of you had been sitting.
โIsnโt that my sweater?โ Fred questioned. He looked at the sweater, examining it thoroughly. At first, you didnโt know who he was talking to; you looked around at the sweaters of your friends beside you, trying to see which sweater would look like it belonged to Fred, forgetting the big yellow โFโ placed in the middle of your chest.
โWhere are you looking at? You're wearing my sweater.โ ย Fred stares at you as he talks, making it clear who he's speaking to. He spoke matter-of-factly.
โWhat? Me?โ You answer skeptically, pointing at yourself.
โYou must be mistaken. Ron was the one who gave me this sweater. Iโm pretty sure this doesnโt belong to you.โ You try to correct his accusation.
โYeah? How much do you want to bet? What do you think the โFโ in the middle means, huh?โ He asked you in a patronizing tone, with a smug look on his face.
The gears turned in your head. Of course! โFโ stands for Fred Weasley! How could you be so stupid?!
Your face frowns in realization as you slowly turn your head to Ron, the person whoโd graciously lent this sweater to you in the first place.
โRon Weasley, you git.โ Your eyes narrow, piercing at him as you scold him off in an irritated tone.
โHeyโฆ! You asked for a sweater, and I gave you one! Doesnโt seem like a problem to me.โ Ron smiled awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders.
โI mean one of your own, you doltโ!โ You sigh frustratingly, turning back to Fred, who was still looking at you, almost expecting you to do something.
โYeah, yeah, I get it. Iโll change out of it.โ You move the blanket out of your lap, getting ready to stand up and make your way back to your dorm to change out of the sweater.
โHey- hey. Slow down, I didnโt say anything about you taking it off, did I, Georgie?โ Fred stopped you from moving further, and George shook his head with a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
โExactly, now sit yourself back down, and forget about it. Actually, you can go ahead and keep it. I'm feeling generous today.โ Fred crossed his arms, looking proud of himself
โStop acting like Mother Teresa, Fred. Donโt be so stupid, our mum knitted that for you.โ Ron cut into the conversation, sounding baffled at the mere suggestion of his giving you his one-of-a-kind sweater.
โItโs alright, mate. Iโve enjoyed the sweater long enough. I think someone needs to enjoy it too. Don't you think?โ He stood his ground, adamant about letting you keep his sweater.
His mother made this sweater change the whole thing. You thought about accepting the sweater just so Fred could shut up and move on with his life, but thereโs no way you're taking a sweater that was knitted by someone's mum. It goes against what you stand for.
โI-Iโm sorry? Your mum made this? That's even more reasons why I should change out of this sweater. Listen, Fred. If your mum found out that someone took her precious boyโs sweater, Iโd be a dead man.โ You reason out, trying your hardest to convince him, and let you change out of it.
โSeriously? You too?ย In the end, itโs my sweater, and I get to decide what happens to it. And I decided that you keep it and continue wearing it.โ Fred was (and is) stubborn about this; he looks like he won't change his mind over this matter.
โDoes it not mean anything that your mum made it for you? Besides, why are you pushing me to keep it?โ Your rebuttal was with a face full of confusion, confused by his words and actions.
โIf you must know, Iโve loved that sweater long enough, and I think it deserves love from someone else. You're a good contender for it. Itโฆ suits you, you almost wore it better than me, almost.โ Fred said with his lips pursed together, giving an unnecessary analysis of how the sweater fit you.
โSo I should keep the sweater, just because I look decent in it?โ You try to clarify his words.
โNo, not decent. You look great in it.โ
โWhat is that even supposed to mean?โ You became even more confused with his response. It seemed so straightforward, but you couldnโt help but try to analyze it even deeper.
โAre you always this stupid? It looks good on you, it suits you well, and I like the fact you're wearing my clothes.โ Fred sounded impatient; he doesnโt know if you're acting this clueless on purpose to get him annoyed.
You stood silent at his response; in your mind, you were picking apart each word and syllable carefully.
โWhatever you want to think, Fred.โ In the end, you stood up and walked back up to your dorm. Seeing you walk away, Fred scoffed, his lips straightened into a line. Looking at George, his face was full of disbelief. The twins both sat down on the same couch that your friends were at, only a bit farther down.
5 minutes seemed to pass by slowly, hearing your footsteps echo and become louder as you were closer to the bottom. Fred didnโt look back to see who entered the common room, assuming you had gone back up to your room.
His eyes looked down, looking agitated. A shadow cascaded down him, darkening his surroundings. He saw a pair of legs, standing in front of him, and looked up to see who it was.
โIโll keep your stupid sweater, but I'm giving something of mine too. To make it even. If you donโt want it, Iโm giving the sweater back.โย Reaching out, you grabbed his hand, shoving something into his palm, still wearing his sweater.
Fredโs eyes lock onto yours as you talk. Then he looked down, where your hand held his. He felt something cool touch his palm. Once you pulled back your hand, he opened his hand, seeing a silver necklace with a little thunderbolt pendant at the end.
โMy dad gave it to me, but I don't wear it as often anymore.โย
โWhat? Your dad gave you this, I canโt just takeโโ
โWell, your mom knitted this too, see? Isnโt that fair? Do you not want it? Iโll take it back then.โ You interrupted his words. Your hands extend back towards his, with the intent of taking back the necklace.
โNo! Absolutely not!โ
Fred raised the hand holding the necklace, leaving it out of your reach. His voice was slightly raised as he saw you trying to take back the necklace.
โIโm keeping it. Iโll wear it right now.โ His fingers unclasped the lock, wrapping the chain around his neck and putting it on.
โSee? Now you canโt take it back, I bet I look better in it anyway. You have something of mine, I have something of yours. It's fair.โ Fred defended, shrugging his shoulders, his voice trailed off, evaluating what just came out of his mouth.
โYou do actually.โโ
โWhat?โ
โThe necklace suits you better than me, so you have to wear it all the time.โย You said with an even tone, you looked and sounded serious, Fred didnโt know if you were being sarcastic.
Fredโs eyes went back and forth, looking at your eyes, then at his sweater that you were wearing. His hands were fidgeting with the pendant, and his mind was deep in thought, recalling your words in his mind. He wanted to know if your actions had meant anything, but knowing you and your attitude, you just wanted him to shut up about it. Right?ย
โSo, are you just going to keep standing there like an idiot? Or are you going to do something?โ Fred cleared his throat, breaking the awkward air between them. Rolling your eyes at his voice, you went back and sat where your friends were before Fred called out to you, stopping in your tracks.
โWhy walk all over there? There's plenty of space right here.โ Normally, youโd have a snarky remark to tell Fred to piss off and to mind his own business, but instead, you rolled your eyes and sat next to him, scoffing out a laugh.
โIt wasnโt so hard, was it?โ Fred retorted.
Fred poked fun at you, trying to get your reaction out of you, which you gave to him quickly. You both bantered, you had his sweater on, still rocking the โFโ on your chest. It was also no surprise that everyone recognized Fredโs sweater. Safe to say you were trying to dismiss the dating allegations all day.
โ sharing my work helps motivate me to write more, so thank you~ โ
โช In the middle of you two making out, he mumbles out little remarks in between, paired with little laughs.
โMmhโฆ If this is your way of making me quiet, Iโll shut up for you any dayโฆโ
His hands travel to the back of your head, playing with your hair.
โช He is extremely ticklish, especially on his sides. You found out as you hugged him from behind after a Quidditch match, and it made him yelp.
"Oi! S-stop that..! I'll.. I'll do something to you..!"
He laughs out loud, clutching his sides.
โช Always wanted to dye his hair, but kept his hair as is when you once mentioned how much you liked his hair on him. (It's also because of George, not wanting people to tell them apart.)
"Change my hair? Never! Besides, I know you already think I'm handsome. Isn't that right?"
He flips his hair dramatically, showing (in his words) luscious locks.
โช Likes going on picnics with you, you plan them with the intent of being able to sit and relax with him. It ends up with both of you chasing each other around the fields, laughing loudly, before collapsing onto the picnic blanket out of exhaustion,
"Hey... Just to let you know.. I- I could've easily caught you. I just... Let you win. Remember that."
He pants out, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
โช Learning things you like to do, the impractical way. When you agreed to bake cakes with him, he added all the ingredients at the same time, believing his โeyeballingโ technique was perfect, mixing the ingredients quickly directly into the cake tin, splattering half of the batter all over the place, and forgetting to pre-heat the oven even though you told him so. His cake ended up a mess, and he begged to share your cake instead.
"Please? You already saw my cake, right? Have mercy on your boyfriend, at least let me have some of yours..."
He begs you, holding out an empty plate and a knife, getting ready to cut your cake.
โช Despite not being able to bake well, he can cook. He can make a mean English breakfast that you look forward to every time you sleep over at The Burrow.
"Slow down, Darling. My food isn't going anywhere. C'mon, admit it. Im a good cook."
He said with his arms stretched out, trying to get approval from you.
โช Every time Gryffindor won a Quidditch match, he would fly over to you, kissing all over your face nonstop and yelling at the top of his lungs:
โI won because of my darling!โ
He lifted you up in his arms, spinning you around. Peppering your face with kisses.
โช He lays his head on your lap while you finish up on an assignment, looking up at you, not breaking eye contact. If one of your hands were free, heโd ask for you to run your hands through his hair, and would grumble if you stopped.
"Why'd you stop... Keep going. I feel left out."
He nuzzles his face into your waist, craving more of your touch.
โช Is great at giving piggyback rides.
"I can't just keep doing this whenever you're tired."
He teases you lightly; you and he both know he'll carry you any time.
โช He thinks heโs amazing with kids, but you think otherwise, reminding him of the time he teased your younger sibling so hard that they cried.
"Hey, at least give me some credit. Sure, they ended up...crying. But I kept them entertained for a while, right?"
He mumbles into your ear as you try to console and soothe your crying sibling.
Spencer Reid is, to put it simply, a man of many words. His mind never shuts up, and his thoughts are always racing through his head; he wants nothing more than to arrange them and put them in order. People never truly wanted to listen to anything he had to say, so he had to do it manually.ย
Putting his thoughts and ideas onto a blank piece of paper was unnatural at first, but after reading a book about unknown poets and their work, something inside of him clicked instantly. He referenced his favorite works in his own and tried to make his writing style by observing the speech patterns of his favorite poets.
Poetry became a big part of Spencerโs life, allowing him to express himself freely about anything and everything his heart desires. Up to this point, Spencer hadnโt shared his work with others, but it was clear he had gained a new hyperfixation on poetry. From quoting excerpts from his favorite pieces to recommending different poets to his peers, he sought to share this art with others.
He loved writing poems about space, science, and sometimes Nikola Tesla. Anytime he had time, he would pick up a pencil and write.
At this time, Spencer was studying for his PhD. Heโd been staying in the science lab, working on his research about a theory he had. Heโd seen this girl visit the lab a couple of days of the week, and heโd remember seeing her in some of the classes he did. Nothing stood out from her until one lab day, when he was working on his research paper, he could overhear you from afar, panicking due to your lab partnerโs actions.
โWhat?! All the samples are now contaminated, we canโt use this anymore! Our paper is due a week from now!โ You panic trying to think of a solution.
โYou shouldnโt worry, we can justโฆ grow them back. Itโs not a big deal.โ Your lab partner dismisses not seeming apologetic for what theyโve done.
โYeah, if we were growing E.Coli! Weโve been growing this Mycobacterium leprae for at least a month now! And itโs just impossible for it to grow in a weekโฆ!โย
โItโs fine, I'm telling you. Give me a moment, I've got toโฆ use the washroom.โ Then your lab partner promptly went off, leaving you in distress as you tried to figure out what to do. Spencer butted in; he couldnโt help himself, especially when it was anything related to science.
โHey, I don't want to pry, but Iโve heard you need Mycobacterium leprae. It was grown under standard laboratory conditions. If that's what you need, I donโt mind sharing a sample or two.โ Spencer asked you, pointing to his petri dishes with the bacteria. He wanted to help out; who knew, maybe you could make a scientific breakthrough.
โSeriously? You do? Yeah, those conditions are fine. You really don't mind?โ Your eyes lit up as you were faced with a chance of redemption.ย
โYeah!โ He replied with no hesitation, reaching over the petri dish and handing it to you.
โIโm sure youโll put it to good use,โ Spencer comments. You thank him, showing how grateful you feel. But he just replied with his stretched-out smile. Soon enough, time began to pass, and you both left the lab at separate times.
Spencer went back to his dorm, itching to write a poem about something, but for the first time, he didnโt know what. He thought about his day, trying to find any ounce of inspiration in the sea of noise and people he interacted with. Curiously enough, heโd gotten that inspiration from the girl he talked to in the science lab.
He didn't know why he was so drawn to write something about you, but he picked up the pencil like he always did and started writing. The clock ticked as he began to write, scribbling out lines and ideas that didnโt seem to fit until he came up with the full poem:
โShe walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all thatโs best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.โ
He read it over and over again, confused. The theme of the poem was different. It was something he couldn't put his finger on, but he ignored it. To his surprise, he still wanted to write something. Usually, after one poem, heโd feel contented for the day. He was relieved he found a new inspiration, but he was confused about why he felt inspired by you. Well, that was something to ask himself another day. He picked up the pencil again and began writing.
His eyes opened suddenly as he felt the sun shine through his eyes. Itโs already the next day, and heโd slept slumped over his desk with an arrangement of papers splayed out in front of him, all about the same thing, poems about you.
He felt like he blacked out while writing, yet his eidetic memory remembered it all. He didnโt have any classes, but needed to make progress on his research. So he got up and got ready, heading to the lab.
He was walking towards the science building, almost tripping over himself, when a girl appeared in front of nowhere, stopping him in his tracks.
โHey! Your Spencer, right? You're the guy who gave me an extra sample the other day, in the lab. Right?โ You ask curiously, still standing in front of him.
โWell, uhโฆ Yeah. How was it? Did the sample help you?โ He clutched the bag that was slung over his shoulder, sounding awkward, like how he always acted with new people.
โYeah! Um, your sample was great. Thank you, you saved me from a huge lot of troubleโฆโ You reply with a soft smile, thanking him diligently.
โActuallyโฆ Iโve got something for youโฆโ You reach into your bag, bringing out a donut from the cafรฉ down the street. Spencer looked at the small donut box that fit one donut perfectly.ย
โI didn't know which one you likedโฆ So I just bought the most popular one. It'sโโโ
โChocolate frosting withโฆ sprinkles. Itโs, well, my favorite flavor.โ Spencer answers sheepishly. He knew it was just luck that you got him his favorite donut flavor, but couldn't help but think more deeply about it.ย
โWow, umโฆ what a coincidence! Iโll remember that for next time.โ You hand him the box before zipping up your bag.
โI have to go, Iโll see you around, Spencer?โ You let out a breath you didnโt know you held, looking at him, awaiting his answer.
โYes, yes, of course.โ He smiled back with that contagious smile of his. You both wave to each other before walking in the direction you were heading. You still felt his presence beside you. โHeโs going somewhere else, it's fine.โ You thought in your head. A thick air of awkward silence drapes over you both as you walk side-by-side.
โAre youโโ
โHeading thisโโ
Simultaneously, you both turned to one another, cutting each other. Allowing the atmosphere to be more awkward, along with small awkward laughs.
โHeading to the labโฆ?โ Spencer took the courage and spoke first to continue his thought.
You nod as you stammer and trip over your words.
โUm.. yeah.. Yeah, I- I am. Are you?โ
He nods silently, averting his gaze from your face, from your entire person even.
โYou wannaโฆ come with? Weโre already headed in the same direction anyway. So itโs moreโฆ convenient that way.โ
Again, feeling awkward with the situation, he nods, slowly. Itโs hard to admit, but having someone accompany him places made him feel grateful. You saw his confirmation, clueless about what to say, so you continued walking to the lab. You were relieved when you saw Spencer follow after you, walking beside you in complete silence.ย
That lab session was awkward; you werenโt even working with him, and you would still steal glances at him here and there. You hadnโt noticed that heโd been doing just the same. Like always, you both left the lab at separate times.
This went on for months, and heโd meet you down the courtyard just so you both could walk each other to the lab, and sometimes to the classes you both shared. Spencer had grown comfortable around your presence, opening up about what was happening in his life and what he found interesting at the time. Heโd catch himself smiling more often whenever he was with you, and heโd catch himself thinking of lines for a poem, which he couldnโt help write down.
To him, you were a breath of fresh air, someone he could confide in, and someone heโd secretly look at for inspiration. It took him time to admit to himself that he was growing more feelings for you each day, but when he did, his poems felt unique and no longer ordinary.
The theme of romance was in all of his new works; he felt human when writing his poems, and he was human because he was filled with passion.ย
Spencer knew he was stretching this out; he knew there was something between you two, but the agonizing doubt kept pounding and screaming at him. Heโd been walking to share his work with you, to share his feelings. Yet, with every new day that came, it came with reasoning and procrastination, about how he could just do it the next day, or how they could both be better as friends,
But no.
Logically, he was aware that he liked you. There was no doubt about it. Spencer had uncertainty about whether you felt the same. He paced back and forth in his dorm, reading each poem heโd written about you since months before. He was thinking hard about his decisionโฆ
โCarpe Diemโฆeven if it kills me,โย
Spencer whispers to himself, feeling a rush of motivation. He compiled all the poems about you, like he was binding them into a book. Ripping out a piece of paper neatly and writing a new poem for you that he would read to you, that would encapsulate his feelings for you perfectly.
Once everything was ready, heโd practice over and over again. Making sure he doesn't stumble over his words when he reads it to you. He wanted everything to go well, but the guarantee isnโt there. Carpe Diem, right?
The morning of, his heart was racing. Spencer needed to calm himself if he wanted this to go well. He spent an extra long time looking at himself in the mirror, making sure his tie was straight. He grabbed the collection of poems and shoved the one he would read into his pocket. Heading out with a heavy heart.
He stood in the courtyard, scanning the area before spotting you sitting down on one of the benches. Spencer hid the poems behind him as he approached her.
โCarpe Diemโฆeven if it kills me,โย
He repeats in his head.
โHey! You're quite early, aren't you?โ You notice Spencer approach you, you wave over to him with the same big smile youโve always greeted him with.
โHeyโฆ Please, stay seatedโฆ I- I have something to discuss, if you wouldnโt mindโฆ?โ Spencer asks, his voice was nervous, you evidenced by the quivers in his voice.
โOf course! Isโฆ is there something wrong?โ He stood there in front of you, his eyes darting around. Instead of responding, he handed you the collection of poems that he had hidden behind his back.
โThatโsโ a collection of poems. Poems that I wrote about you, since the first day we met at the lab.โ He rubs his neck, slightly embarrassed. Trying to gauge your reaction as you skimmed and flipped through each poem.
โActually, there's one that isn't there.โ He pulled out the folded piece of paper from his pocket, smoothening the page out
โIf you want, can Iโฆ read it to you?โ Spencer asked carefully, looking at your face, thinking if he should stop.
You nod without a second thought.
Spencer took a deep breath, holding the piece of paper near his eyes, and read in a soft voice:
โThe heavens made a girl named you
With hair and skin of perfection
To touch her,
Would be paradise.โ
Spencer read slowly; he read each syllable carefully, making sure you understood every word that came out of his mouth. He wanted to look at you, but he couldnโt. Once the final word came out of his mouth, he looked back at her.
โI like you... So much. You wouldnโt leave my mind since then, and you made your way through my work. You were my inspiration.โ He whispered, almost ashamed of himself.
โI stand here in front of youโฆ to ask for your time, to ask ifโฆ Can I court you?โ He gulped as he finally got out what he wanted to say for the past few months. It was freeing. The silence was deafening, waiting silently for your answer.
You nod slowly, now looking at him with a bright smile that he always loved.
โSpencerโฆ Iโd be honored. You wrote so beautifully about me. You donโt just let your poems beโฆ ordinary. How could I say no?โ You answer in that soothing voice that Spencer could listen to for eternity.
Spencer hadnโt expected you to agree to him court you, safe to say he was ecstatic about your decision. He was trying his hardest to push out the words, ironic, isnโt it? All the words written on those sheets of paper, yet he was struggling to reply.
โReallyโฆ? Iโ Thank you, I hope I wonโt let you down. Sorryโฆ if it wasnโt already obvious, this is, well, my first time.โ Spencer managed to get a reply out, the tips of his ears slowly going red.
โNo, itโs more than okay. Do you have any plans for today? Do you want to go to the cafรฉ nearby? Maybe get a chocolate frosting donut withโฆsprinkles.โ You ask, hoping Spencer would agree to your invitation. Gazing at him eagerly.
Still feeling tongue-tied,ย he nodded, looking into her eyes, making sure she knew that he was serious.
You held the compilation of poems towards your chest, as your other arm reached out to link with his own. You turned towards him, leaning your head forward, making him look at you.
โIโll show you there. Their donuts are really good. Trust me.โ You start leading him across the courtyard, your arm still linked with his, smiling as you talk.
โYeahโฆI trust you.โ Spencer replied, looking at the ground. When you looked at him, you saw him smiling to himself like an idiot. You shook your head, letting out a small laugh.ย
Both of you walked, smiling to yourselves, keeping your arms linked together, feeling the closeness of one another.
If there's anything Tamaki Suoh is known for, it would be the host club. Well, other than that, itโs the fact that heโs filthy rich.ย
Obviously, anyone could guess that, given his attendance at Ouran with a tuition thatโs higher than most people's annual salary and being the son of the headmaster, being rich is just a part of him. Living his whole life in luxury, he is baffled by how most people live, or how the โcommonersโ spend their day-to-day lives.
It just happened to be that his girlfriend, who earned her way into Ouran with her scholarship, is known for her lack of status and lack of cash. Tamaki, who was accustomed to a life of wealth, had to, one way or another, had to accustom himself to her lifestyle. This means having to go through the torture of watching his precious girlfriend skimp out on numerous things, such as good clothes.
Tamaki tried his hardest to give her the best. Giving her many gifts with high-end brands that were imported from a country she hadn't even heard of before, but instead of accepting them, thanking him, and showering him full of kisses just like heโd imagined would happen, he had received a lighthearted thank you, followed up with her declining.
Declining?! She was declining his gifts! This shocked Tamaki to the core. No one, and I mean no one, had declined his gifts, and where were the kisses heโd be expecting?! In his mind, it only came to one conclusionโhis gifts were too cheap and werenโt to your liking.
He had numerous attempts, giving you gifts from different brands and different countries. Yet, time and time again, you would do the same thing, thank him politely, then follow up with you declining. Tamaki wouldnโt give up, surely, he would find the right gift and would be the best boyfriend in the world.
He convinced himself that the gifts he gave werenโt enough to please her. Naturally, he had to pull out all the trump cards he had. The next day, he called all the connections he had, persuading the workers to let him have items from an unreleased collection, to let him have their most pricy item, and to let him have the best that they had in stock. To no one's shock, they all reluctantly agreed.
That week, he showed up in front of her quaint apartment, making a scene by pulling up in a limo and wearing flashy clothes that no one had seen before. He arrived with a big grin on his face and a bunch of bags in his hand, holding them up. Surely, heโd nail it, that she would be blown out of her mind, praise him, and give him the barrage of kisses that he was craving for. He can feel it, and itโs going to happenโ
โTamaki..? You shouldโve told me you were going to come overโ what are you holding? Isโฆ is that for me?โ You asked, and your eyes were drawn to the logos of the bags; some you recognized, some you didnโt. But one thing you could put together is that they were expensive, and you knew that he spent a lot of money just for it.
โWhat...? Tamaki, this isโฆ thank you, genuinely. I appreciate that you give me so much, butโฆI just canโt take it. These are too expensive.โ You say with a lighthearted smile.
Tamakiโs world crumbled around him. Has he failed you again? He was so confused, and so disappointed at himself, for the second time heโd thought he failed to give you gifts that were worthy of you. Something in him mustโve broken; he put down the bags, his face plastered in his disbelief, and his mouth wide open.
โT-Tamakiโฆ? Are you alright? Do you want to come inโโ Before you could finish your sentence, Tamaki walked in while carrying the bags, almost like a robot who was programmed to do so. Like a robot, he systematically sat down on your couch.
You went over to him, sitting down next to him, trying to console him, to see what was wrong. You leaned your head forward, hoping to gauge his expression,ย which was somehow unreadable.
Before you could get a word in, Tamaki reached into his pockets and pulled out a candy heโd seen you keep in your bag. It was a generic brand of candy that he could just get from the convenience store. Holding it in his palm as he offered it to you, acting like it was his final resort, his last and only chance to make you feel contented. He put his hand up hesitantly. His eyes were begging for you to take it.
โCandyโฆ? Howโd you know this was my favorite flavor?โ You ask, reaching out, and taking the candy. Tamaki was even more confused at this point. You rejected his luxurious gifts, which were one of a kind, and which werenโt even out in the market, yet you didn't think twice to accept the lone piece of candy that he offered pathetically?!
To put it lightly, Tamakiโs ego was bruised; right now, he wanted nothing more than answers.ย
โYouโฆtook it. You took it?! Mi amor, tell me what you want, please, Iโm begging you.โ You looked clearly confused, before you could question him he grabbed both of your hands, interlocking them with his own, then burying his face into his shoulder. He was pleading for answers.
โYou keep declining all my gifts, mi amor. Yet you accept a single piece of candy without question? What do you desireโฆ Iโll give it to youโฆโ He asked with a low and muffled tone, and he sounded serious and upset.
โDo... Do you think itโs not good enough? Have I insulted your taste too harshly?โ You listen to him quietly, waiting for him to finish before you can answer all of his worries and soothe him. It was hard trying to let him talk uninterrupted, wanting to dismiss all of his thoughts immediately. You pushed on just to make sure he knew you were listening.
โAccept them, mi amor. This is how I love youโฆ Do you not want it? Iโll be a better boyfriend.โ You couldn't take any more of Tamakiโs self-deprecating thoughts, you pried his head off your shoulder, letting it rest against your palm. Cupping his cheek while your thumb glides across his cheek, you just had to say something.
โTamaki. My love, is this what I made you feel? I- Iโm so sorry. I mean it, it wasnโt my intention to make you feel like a bad boyfriend. Iโm telling you this now, Tamaki, that I love you so much.โ You talk to him with a comforting voice, trying to reassure him that you indeed still love him.
โWhy do you keep rejecting my gifts, mi amorโฆ? Are they not to your liking?โ Tamaki asks with a small pout forming on his lips, trying to get answers for your behavior.
โIโm not saying that I donโt like them, I love them even. But Tamaki, I don't want you always spending such a grand amount of me. Itโs like every few days of the week, you would show up with gifts. I feel bad, but Iโm not dismissing your effort. I donโt need anything expensive or high-end, my love.โ
ย You explained calmly, still cradling his head with your hands.
โThen what should I give you, mi amor?โย
โYourself. Your time, and your love. You are more than enough. Tamaki. If you must insist, small stuff like candy is also great. You can give me something expensive, Iโm not saying you canโt. But save it for important occasions.โ
โEvery day with you is important, mi amor.โ He answered, looking into your eyes, full of love and affection. Eyes that made it difficult for you to say no to his gifts.
โDonโt look at me like that, my love.โ I sigh deeply before conceding.
โFineโฆ spend as much money as you want on me, butโฆ only once a month. Thatโs it. Okay, my love?โ You answer in defeat, giving into his habits. Trying to compromise with him.
He stared into your eyes, like he was silently asking for permission to give you more.
You stared back at him for an indefinite amount of time before smiling lightheartedlyย
โOkayโฆ! Okay. 2 days in a month, you can give me something expensive. Okay? No more than that.โ Even with an added amount, he continued looking into your eyes, and you noticed that his pout became deeper.
โFine! 3 days. Iโm telling you, Tamaki, that's it. Youโre already pushing your luck here.โ Tamakiโs big and bright smile came back, being allowed to give you expensive gifts for 3 days a month. Itโs less than what he wanted, but it was better than not being able to give you anything.
Tamaki was happy, too happy. He let your hands go that he was still holding onto at this point and pulled your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over your face that made you giggle.
โMwah..! Thank you, mi amor! I wonโt disappoint you for those very special 3 days! Mwah!โ He shifted his weight to tackle you. You fell back on the couch as he hovered over you, showering your face and neck with kisses. You giggle as he kisses you nonstop. This was his way to thank you for giving him many chances
โTamakiโฆ!โ You call out to him in a playful way. He stopped, now hovering on top of you with a soft smile.
โIโll love you forever, mi amor.โ He confessed in a mellow tone.
โIโll love you forever, my love.โ You reply with the same volume as he did.
He lay down beside you, wanting to be even closer to you, and having his arm wrapped around your stomach. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, begging for more attention. You reach out to stroke his head, lying down in silence, enjoying each otherโs company.
Gotham has always been a place of crime and criminal activity, and itโs always been the duty of its heroes to protect those citizens in need. This night was no different. Nightwing sat on a ledge of the building, watching over the crime-riddled streets. Bruce had bigger issues with the Justice League and sent out Nightwing on patrol.
Nightwing was hopping on the roofs, moving from building to building to check each suspicious and dark alleyway Gotham had to offer. He miraculously hasnโt seen any crime, so he stood still, standing on the edge of a building, standing tall and proud over Gotham.
โHey, itโs a bit quiet around Gotham tonight, huh?โ Nightwing broke the silence by talking to his assistant, who was working to help him track any suspicious activity.
โYou shouldn't jinx it, Nightwing. The word โquietโ is a signal to all the criminals in Gotham for them to act up.โ She responds, her voice passing through Nightwingโs ear. She clicked and typed away and her keyboard, monitoring the vicinity where he was.
โYouโre overreacting, Oracle. Maybe Gotham has finally decided to thank its heroes and give them a break for one night.โ He replied with a snarky tone, and she could hear his smirk from a mile away.
โToo bad, becauseโฆ I just got a hit of activity just 2 miles west of where you are standing right now. It's the alleyway next to that one 24-hour diner. Either way, you can see it from your equipment.โ She interrupted his thought; a crime-free Gotham was too good to be true anyway.
Nightwing was now on the move, swinging over buildings to hopefully reach the place in time to help those in need.ย
โHave you ever tried it there? They serve pancakes anytime of day, itโs great.โ Nightwing starts creating small talk as he carefully looks over the alleyway, and there it was. A minor beat down between what looked like a couple of gang members was nothing unusual here in Gotham. Nightwing got into action and confronted the members involved. When they didn't cooperate to turn themselves in, things got a bit messy from there.
โOracle, run facial recognition on these guys! Just to make sure theyโre not from a mega dangerous gang or anything!โ he asked as he fought a bunch of guys. She could hear grunts, kicks, and swings reverberate through the speaker.
โI am always on it.. And to answer your question, I haven't gone there. Is the food that good there?โ she hummed, tapping her pen on her chin as the facial recognition software ran on the faces of the offenders.
โYeah, it's reallyโ ugh! Itโs good! They got some of the best milkshakesโ Ow! Watch the hair! Hey! Who are these people?!โ
Nightwing keeps getting cut off from numerous punches and kicks that were thrown at him, but it wasnโt much to stop Nightwing from retaliating. Throwing back the punches with double the force.ย
โOkayโฆ they areโฆ from a gang from around here, surprise, surpriseโฆ But! You shouldnโt worry about them; theyโre not dangerous, more or less, a bunch of teen rebellion. They havenโt caused major trouble for Gotham, just a few fights with other gangs on the same level as them.โ Oracle answered, reading off information to Nightwing, happy to report that they werenโt at all dangerous.
โYou highly praise that diner, I think I have to go soon to see if your suggestions were right. You wanna come with? I mean, itโs only fair if I brought along the person who tried convincing me so much about them.โ She chuckled as she answered, waiting for his answer to her offer to eat out sometime, still focusing on her job, monitoring the streets of Gotham.
โOkay, great! Iโll just tie them up, call the police, and be on my merry way.โ Nightwing fought, trying to take out each of the goons.
โHold on, what was that? You wanna go with me?โ He asked, standing still, thinking he had fought all of them. Thinking all of them were on the cold concrete floor, clutching their stomachs from the pain Nightwing had inflicted on them.
โYeah! Letโs go when we'reโโ Something swung on his head, it was one of the members that managed to get up to try and retaliate against the beating Nightwing gave them.
โ..ugh! Give me a second! A loud kick and grunt were heard in the distance. She sat there waiting with her arms crossed. This was a normal occurrence, getting interrupted from a friendly conversation by some enemy that managed to survive the initial beating.
โGive me a minuteโฆ I gotta tie them up so they wonโt interrupt us any further.โ She heard strained groans from Nightwing. He tightened the ropes, keeping them secure on the pole to ensure they wouldnโt be able to get themselves free before the police arrived to deal with them.
With a deep and long sigh, he spoke once again, but this time, properly, with the tone heโd always had while talking to Oracle if he wasn't in some sort of danger. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, clearing his throat.
โAhem.. okay, Iโm done. Where were we?โ He questioned, both of his hands resting on his hip.
โSo, are we going to that diner youโve been talking about, or do you just hate the idea of eating out with your assistant?โ She said sarcastically, giving him sass like sheโd always do.
Nightwing shook his head in disbelief at her tone, grinning to himself. Nightwing found it a highlight of his night when he got to banter with Oracle, and sheโd do the same. It made his work a hell lot easier and bearable.
โMaybe I do, but fine. Iโll go there just so you can order the right things. I don't want you to have a bad impression of my favorite diners, am I right? Iโll take you sometime this week. Bruce will be returning then, and I won't have to patrol as often anymore.โ
โWow, you really are a loyal customer. Sure, take me there. I like trying new food anyway. You should take me out to your other favorite places. I might be able to enjoy them as well. What do you say, Nightwing?โ Her words came out of her mouth laced with a pestering tone, yet she hoped he would agree to her proposition, although she didn't want to admit it.
โOf course I am, what can I say, supporting local businesses is just what I do. Iโll be more than happy to expose you to the best places you can find here in Gotham. Thank me in advance, Oracle. I'm expanding your taste, so you're not stuck eating the same thing. Cโmon,ย you know you want to thank me.โ Nightwing teased, doing flips as he made his way back to the Batcave to rest up for the night. The cold breeze ran through his hair nicely, as he felt himself relax by the second.
โYeah, not happening. Get home safe.โ
โYes, Maโam.โ
He replied one last time for the night. He did tricks and flips across the roofs of the buildings while watching the sun rise, declaring a new day in Gotham.
