#like you’ve already dated yourselves guys just commit to it

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

The real mystery is why House of Anubis stopped referencing Twilight so early on

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | The Contract 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.5k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

warnings: drinking, swearing, bratty oc, degrading, being restrained, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“I really don’t see the problem, if I were you I would’ve signed it already. He’s hot and a monster in bed, what more could you ask for?” Jimin giggles, exposing his white teeth.

You’re both having a few beers on your sofa in your small, underwhelming shared accommodation as you go through the contract Jungkook forwarded to you three days ago. Truth is he expected you to sign and send it back by now but there are a few sections that need a little tweaking if you’re really going to commit to this lifestyle.

“Listen to this, baby must only be sexually active with daddy and have no other sexual partners in the time frame that she is contracted to him.” You snort at the cheek of this guy.

“Does he actually want you to call him daddy? That’s so hot.” Jimin gushes, dramatically fanning himself with his free hand, “What’s the problem with that? It’s not like you’ve fucked anyone else recently, and you definitely don’t need to now.”

Your lips purse unamused, “I know that, but it doesn’t say anything about his sexual activity, I’m not going to stay fully committed to him if he’s going to be whoring around yknow?”

“He doesn’t date Y/N, he’s obviously going to be whoring around.”

“Then it’s no deal, if I have to be exclusive to him I deserve to be prioritised in the same way.”

As the night progresses you and Jimin find yourself finding every flaw within the contract, fits of laughter fill the air along with some lo-fi playlist from Spotify and Jimin’s fruity vape clouds, your housemates were away travelling so thankfully you had the place to yourselves. Pulling out your phone you decide to contact Jungkook directly and tell him the deals off, no amount of money can get you to agree to some of this shit. He has to be joking. The line rings four times before going to voicemail, you sigh.

“I’m not leaving a message, fuck that.” You snort, “Oh well that’s the end of that! One night of mind-blowing sex and now it’s over.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jimin quirks a brow, “At least you got to have sex, I had to listen to Taehyung talk about work for two hours while you got fingered in the back of a limo.”

You cringe at his words, “You make it sound so dirty.”

“It is dirty Y/N, you’re fucking filthy and I love it!”

To this you laugh hysterically, you’re six maybe seven beers into your night and your best friend is swaying to the beat of the music, both of you well on your way to a bad hangover the next morning. From the corner of your eye you see your phone light up with a text message, Jimin also clocks this and snaps his fingers excitedly.

“Is that him?” He points to your screen, “What did he say?”

Jungkook: I’m in a meeting right now, everything okay?

“Tell him you’re not okay his fucking contract is stupid! No tell him you want to be his daddy!” Jimin cackles, “Wait no! Ask for a dick pic! I don’t believe it’s as big as you say it is.”

“Trust me I wouldn’t still be walking like I shit my pants if it wasn’t.” You throw your head back and laugh, feeling somewhat lightheaded from the alcohol.

Y/N: This contract needs editing if you still want me to do this, there’s something in here I’m not comfortable with

Within seconds your phone buzzes again,

Jungkook: I’ll have my driver pick you up in an hour and we can discuss this properly at my office

“Shit. He wants me to discuss this with him in person tonight.” Your hand covers your mouth quickly as you attempt to conceal the laughter that bubbles at the surface, “I’m way too drunk to talk about this tonight what do I say?”

“Tell him,” Jimin rushes to his feet as though he’s just thought of the idea of the century, “That you can’t tonight as you need an attorney present before you sign anything!”

“Brilliant!” You clap your hands together, squealing.

Y/N: Not tonight, need an attorney present if I’m gonna sign anything

“You’re a fucking genius Jimin, this is why we’re best friends.”

Jungkook: Taehyung is here, don’t worry about that

Turning your phone screen to Jimin his eyes widen in shock before he loses it, falling back onto the sofa in a fit of giggles, “Does he expect you to talk about this stuff in front of Taehyung?! About your sex life?”

“I think so? What do I do?!”

“Wait, wait I’ve got it.” Jimin raises a single finger for his eureka moment before taking your phone.

Y/N: Can’t leave Jimin sorry :) 

You glance at the message before rolling your eyes, “That’s your bright idea? Really?”

Jungkook: Bring him. He’ll need to sign an NDA since he knows about us anyway

“Oh my god he wants you to sign a non-disclosure agreement.” You’re totally buzzed, head spinning with equal parts beer and Jungkook. Since you were probably going to be seeing him at his office tonight you decide to switch to water, wanting to sober up as much as possible.

How many times has Jungkook done this? He’s taking it more seriously than you anticipated – especially asking your best friend to sign an NDA, is he that ashamed of you?

When you eventually arrive at Jungkook’s office ninety minutes later you’re in awe of the building, constructed of mostly glass and the smell of fresh linen lingers throughout – Jimin walks beside you as a short blonde-haired man escorts you to where you need to be. You and Jimin had made a pact in the car, the same car Jungkook almost devoured you in one week ago, that you have to take whatever this is seriously. No laughing, no snide comments, only complete and utter professionalism. Thankfully the alcohol was wearing off with each passing moment.

“Thanks Yoongi.” Taehyung offers a small smile as he opens the glass door.

Suddenly you’re feeling underdressed in your flared black trousers and matching crop top, exposing an inch of skin around your middle and small arms. Taehyung is dressed to perfection of course, displaying a baby pink shirt tucked into chocolate brown slacks, his hair pushed back enough to reveal all of that perfectly symmetrical face of his.

Jimin noticeably stiffens beside you upon seeing the celebrity attorney, his Adams apple bouncing in his throat as he swallows. Giving that you were only supposed to be having a few drinks at your place tonight he too was dressed casually, wearing tight blue jeans and a pale grey oversized hoodie.

“Hi Taehyung,” Jimin is the first to speak, “Hi Jungkook…”

Your eyes fall to his sitting figure instantly, he’s at his desk in front of the large window, typing something on the computer before he notices your arrival. Jungkook stands to greet you both, gesturing to the two seats opposite him and Taehyung. Just when you think you couldn’t possibly be more attracted to him he decides to wear a fitted white dress shirt, tattoos threatening to escape from every angle, black slacks and his LV belt. He looks amazing, and here you are standing in a SHEIN co ord set you managed to get for cheap online.

“Hello Jimin,” Taehyung smirks as he takes the seat next to Jungkook at his desk, mindlessly flicking through paperwork. “Nice to see you again Y/N.”

“Likewise.” Is all you can manage to choke out, still fixated on the way Jungkook’s muscles flex beneath his clothes as he locks his computer, giving you his undivided attention.

“Hello Y/N.” Jungkook’s gaze is darkening with each passing moment, eyes hungrily raking the curves of your body which doesn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, you see him almost roll his eyes at Jungkook’s change in demeanour.

“Before we start I need you both to sign these,” Taehyung places two forms down on the desk titled NDA. “You can read through them as we go on but the short of it is basically neither of you will be allowed to discuss this meeting or your arrangement,” He zones in on you, “To anybody outside this room. You’ll be known as Jungkook’s girlfriend to the public and not his… Well, yknow.” He gives a boxy grin.

“What about my parents? What am I supposed to tell them if they see us together?” You furrow your brows, picking up a shining gold pen from the desk.

“Nobody beyond the four of us can know the truth, it would be too damning for his reputation.”

Glancing to your right you notice Jimin has already signed his NDA, he’s such a Yes Man, you know full well he has no intention of reading through the document either – instead he hangs on to every word spoken by Taehyung.

“Right…” You click your tongue.

“Remember you don’t have to do this Y/N, I’m not going to force you into anything. Only sign it if you want to do this.” Jungkook’s dark almond eyes are trained solely on you, a reassuring half-smile pulling his lips.

“I know but-, consider me intrigued.” You use his own words from the bar against him, shifting that smile into smirk from your soon to be fake boyfriend slash sugar daddy from across the table. You sign the document, realising it’s unlikely that your parents will ever meet Jungkook. You’re worrying about nothing.

“I understand you’d like to make some changes to the contract?” Taehyung puts on a pair of stylish thin silver-rimmed glasses, glancing down at another document in front of him.

“I’d like to work out the details with Jungkook,” You sigh, “Alone.”

To this Jimin suppresses a giggle next to you, Taehyung eyes you curiously over the top of his new glasses. From across the desk Jungkook’s tongue pops the inside of his cheek in a brief, not so successful attempt to rid himself of the smug smirk that’s still displayed on his lips.

“Okay then, Guk you can send me any changes to the contract tomorrow and I’ll have it filed.”

“Of course.” Jungkook clears his throat, nodding in agreement.

“In that case, Jimin,” Taehyung stands, “Shall we?”

And just like that you’re alone with the man offering to change your life forever, Taehyung and Jimin having left the large glass office. For a moment you did wonder where they were going, and if anything other than friendship was budding between the two men as they did act differently in front of each other. No, Jimin would’ve told you the second anything happened if that was the case. It’s Jungkook’s voice that pulls you from your thoughts, his tone serious and dripping with sex appeal.

“Come here.” He commands, and you quickly obey, walking round the desk to sit in the newly empty chair next to him. “No, come here.” He pats his thick thighs knowingly.

Sinking yourself onto his lap you smile, his cologne floods your nostrils as you drape your arms over his broad shoulders. “So there’s a couple things we need to change before-“

“Not yet.” He presses a soft kiss to your collarbone, his hands finding purchase on your tiny waist. “I have something for you first.”

“Oh yeah?” You mock, fingertips brushing his raven hair from his face. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with this would it?” You roll your hips against his crotch with a smug look, his cock beginning to harden beneath your weight.

Jungkook hums, his grip on your middle tightening, “Mmm you’re such a brat, as much as I’d love to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless right now, it’s actually got nothing to do with that.”

“Oh.” You’re equal parts surprised and disappointed, being fucked on a big wooden desk in a CEO’s office sounds pretty good right now. Especially when he’s already underneath you looking like that. “What is it then?”

He opens the top drawer of the desk and pulls out a small yet long piece of thick white paper, “For last Friday.” Upon inspection what he’s passing to you is a cheque with your name on it, though the box where the number should be remains blank. “I had a great time with you baby.”

“Oh wow, a blank cheque?” You’re confused.

To this he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Mhm, pick a number and write it down.”

“What?” You’re vaguely offended, this exchange a strong reminder that you and him will be nothing more than a mere business endeavour to him. You feel like a modern day prostitute. “I don’t want your money, I chose to have sex with you.”

“Y/N I told you, I don’t date.” He pulls away to look at you, registering that you’re taken aback by the notion, “I want to help you, you’re going to be helping me with my public image so… I know you’re in debt and I have money, really it’s the least I can do.”

“I see. It’s just that I thought we agreed the other night was more of a try before you buy situation, no strings or money attached.”

“It was,” He hums in agreement, his lips slowly finding their way to your jaw to pepper the area with gentle kisses, “This is just a gift, for being so fucking amazing.” His words get lost in the skin of your neck.

“Okay...” You mumble, your body beginning to betray you as Jungkook’s kisses start to feel really good and make you go dizzy. “I really think we should lay down the law before,” You exhale in bliss, it’s hard to concentrate with his rock hard cock pushing into your clothed core, “Before anything else happens between us.”

“Understandable.” He clicks his tongue, finding the strength to pull away from your neck. “What changes need to be made? You said something made you uncomfortable?”

You clear your throat while you shift on his lap, “If I’m not allowed to sleep with other people, I don’t think you should be either.”

“What?” It’s his turn to be offended, his thick dark brows raised, “That sounds an awful lot like dating.”

“Mmm,” You roll your hips over his once more, smiling triumphantly as a throaty moan escapes him when you brush past his sensitive area, “But since we’re not dating, why can’t I sleep with other people? It’s hardly fair. If you can fuck someone else I should be allowed to get fucked by someone else too.”

“Okay, good point, I definitely don’t want anybody else fucking you,” He pauses, “Done. I won’t sleep with any other women for as long as we’re doing this. But you have start taking contraception, I don’t care which type do whatever’s best for you and your body, but we need to be using something other than just condoms.” His palms make their way down to the curve of your ass, palming the cheeks roughly. “If I’m only going to be fucking you, I plan on fucking you a lot. Can’t risk you getting pregnant.”

“Fine,” You grind down on him again, his head lolls back against his office chair, “I was going to start taking the pill again anyways.”

“Again?” His eyes fly open, “Such a dirty slut, has somebody fucked your tight little pussy bareback before?”

“Mhm,” You’re smiling at the fact he’s clearly jealous, “Maybe one day I’ll let you do it.” You’re wriggling in rhythm on top of his core, clothes the only barrier between your blazing bodies.

His gaze darkens at this, “Such a fucking tease. What else?”

“I need at least 24 hours-notice before an event, or date, or anything public. You can’t just spring it on me out of nowhere.”

“Done. I need you to stop being such a fucking brat.” He roughly grabs your hips in an attempt to still your movements, his eyes hooded and blown out with lust. “I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing that.”

Ignoring him you continue to move as you dish out your terms, “And the monthly rolling thing, what does that even mean?”

“Irrelevant.” Jungkook’s marking your collarbone with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “I want to make my own change to the contract, normally I do this on a month by month basis but…”

“But?” Your fingers mindlessly tug on his locks as you pull him back and force him to look at you, “But what?”

“I want you for one year.” He confesses with a heaving chest, hands exploring your curves, he’s clearly getting more and more worked up and you’re loving every second of it. “It’s about time people saw me in a long term relationship.”

“Hmm,” While the idea of being with Jungkook for a whole year makes your heart swell with something unknown, you can’t help but feel as though this might be a bad idea. It’s an idea you start rapidly warming to when he pulls your face down to meet his.

He kisses you messy and desperate as though he’s trying to convince you to agree to this new term, and it’s working. Playfully he nibbles your lower lip and pulls it back, a shit-eating grin hot against you when you shamelessly moan at his movements. You’re grinding down on him again, this time adding more pressure as you drag your core from side to side over his throbbing cock. He pulls away, his lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss.

“So you’ll do this? For one year, with me?” He pants, somewhat distracted by the way you’re riding his clothed cock.

“Yes, I will. But there’s one other thing... Do I have to call you daddy?” You quirk a brow, voice low and sultry.

To this he shakes his head gently, though his profile remains contorted with pleasure, “I like the way you say my name when I fuck you, but we can always try it one day if you’re curious.”

“Maybe I am a little curious,” You admit, looking down at him through long eyelashes, “Why don’t you fuck me on your desk right now daddy?”

A pained groan escapes the man, his head falling back onto his chair while he looks you up and down in awe, “You really are a brat aren’t you? You want daddy to fuck you in his office hm? You’re lucky it’s almost 10 and nobody else is in the building.”

“I’d still want you to fuck me here even if the building was full.” You playfully shrug, there’s something equal parts sexy and amusing about being such a tease where your new fake boyfriend is concerned, he’s so easy to wind up you’ve noticed.

A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he stands, picking you up in the process and sitting you atop of the desk. Electricity sparks inside you as he pushes your legs apart and stands between them, his inked fingertips slowly dragging themselves up your inner thighs. Your head is already spinning, the familiar sensation of paradise approaching and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“You’re amazing,” He chuckles against your lips as they crash down to yours in another desperate kiss. The thing with Jungkook is that every time he kisses you it’s as though he’s treating it like it will be the last, or like you’re the last two people on Earth and nothing else matters. You hate to admit it but every time he kisses you, you’re getting more and more attached to the way this feels. “May I?” He twangs the waistband of your flares, and you quickly respond, nodding quickly.

Just like that you’re sitting on his the wooden desk naked from the waist down, your wet core hot against the cool surface while Jungkook is once again fully clothed. You reach up to his dress shirt, managing to free two of the top buttons before he bats your hand away, keeping a firm grip on your wrists with one hand as he unbuckles his belt with the other. It’s when he removes the belt completely and lifts it to your hands you realise what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to tie me up?” You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth suppressing a moan, one whole year of this didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Is that okay?” He asks, completely stilling his movements until you nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy.” You’re testing your luck now and you know it, his gaze darkens at your words and something snaps inside him. He quickly rids you of your crop top, exposing your bare breasts and ties your wrists together with his designer belt.

“Lay down.” He instructs, not bothering to remove the documents from the table before your back is flat against them. Your elbows sit either side of your head, forearms and hands dangling off the edge of the desk above your head. From this angle your tits are propped up on sinful display, legs spread exposing your naked core – everything available to him. You peer round the room quickly, it’s constructed almost entirely from glass, if anybody did come to the office right now they would see you tied up on top of stacks of paperwork, about to get fucked by their boss. You whimper at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, gyrating your hips to try and find any friction where you need it the most. You watch him sit back down in his chair and your stomach drops. “What the fuck? Why are you sitting—Oh my god.” You mewl.

Jungkook licks a flat stripe from your sopping entrance straight to your throbbing clit, winning you to cry out from the sudden stimulation. You feel him smirk against your womanhood and you playfully kick his broad shoulder in retaliation. He chuckles, zoning his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves as he starts to eat you out.

Just when you think this man can’t get any better in bed he proves you wrong, his tongue wet and hard against you as he picks up the pace until you’re a writhing mess in front of him. At some point he throws your legs over his shoulders and drags you to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy bearing down on the man’s mouth, your arousal coating his clean-shaven face and chin as he buries his face where you want it most.

“Fuck!” You moan repeatedly, unashamed of how good this feels.

Two fingers threaten your entrance, you can feel the digits dipping in and out of the area without ever going inside, your back arches in a state of complete euphoria as you really concentrate on the feeling of him eating your pussy. Everything is pressed against you, his multitalented lips, the bend of his nose, his chin, he’s treating you as though you’re his last meal and you’re close to seeing stars.

“That feel good baby?” His words are quiet, almost getting lost in the noise of your soaking heat against his tongue, “You like it when daddy eats this pretty little cunt?”

“Yes…” You gasp, “Oh god yes…” You’re so turned on, whole body ablaze as he continues his ministrations against you.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucks your clit harshly, earning you to groan, “I could eat your pussy all day.”

“Fuck-, daddy…” You’re a whimpering mess, body jolting and jumping as your high approaches quickly.

“So fucking dirty,” He hums against you, “Coming to my office and begging for me to fuck you, such a slut,” His words fade into white noise, you’re shaking with ecstasy when he unceremoniously plunges two tattooed fingers inside you.

“Jungkook!” You shriek, your back fully lifting form the desk, your breasts high in the cool air, earning your nipples to harden.

“That’s it baby say my name,” He’s fucking in and out of you in perfect sync with the movements of his mouth, moaning against your flesh as you hips buckle into his face, “Say my fucking name.” He sucks your sensitive area particularly hard and you scream something that sounds like his name between gasps for air, he groans in approval, “Fuck my face baby, use my face to get yourself off.”

You quickly obey his request and begin thrusting upward, the sound of your slickness being stretched with another finger fills the air. It’s because of this you’re suddenly coming all over his face and fingers, whimpering on the desk as he slows down and your climax fades to bliss. Panting for air you whine at the loss of contact when he pulls away from you, now standing between your legs with a glistening face.

“You look so hot right now, fuck,” He leans down and grips your bound hands, pulling you up to a sitting position while he unties you, “Get dressed.”

“What? But what about-“

“I don’t bring condoms to the office, you’re gonna have to wait until we get to my apartment.”

You nod, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed but thankfully the rational side of your brain does the thinking for you, grabbing your discarded clothes and quickly putting them on. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to clean up…”

“Not happening,” A puff of air escapes his nostrils, “You’re going to stay like that so I can fuck you as soon as we get home.”

“Home?” You snort, “Let’s at least have a meal together before you start calling it that.”

To this his signature smirk tugs his shiny lips, “Can’t say I’m hungry, I already ate.”

x

[hanji-is-life]

I brought this idea up to my bestie when I first thot about it, and she came up with the last part and it’s too funny not to share

just thinking about sneaky link Gojo who’s literally the shittiest person you know. it doesn’t matter how many times you try to cut him off; mf keeps coming back like a bad habit.

everyone kinda already knows that he’s not very loyal, and you aren’t either! And that’s fine! It’s not like you and the asshole ever committed yourselves into an exclusive relationship...

is what you tell yourself after every fuck that isn’t Gojo. nobody ever compares to him, which is the fucked up part about it. nobody ever fucks you the way he does, care for you after, even when it’s just for five minutes. nobody kisses like Gojo, makes you laugh like Gojo does.

and every time these thoughts arrive, you beat them down with a stick and find someone else to hop on. it’s an endless cycle, really. He pops up for a few weeks at a time, fucks you seven ways to Sunday, disappears for a few months, you find someone to entertain you, he runs them away when he gets back.

you wanna break this fucked up ass cycle, but it always proves difficult when he comes home to you.

sneaky link Gojo who chases away every guy you’ve talked to while he was gone. any texts about taking you out on a date are deleted without your knowledge. any dick pics sent are returned with his own (the fucking asshole). any FaceTime calls are picked up with his pale ass on camera and suspiciously loud clapping sounds in the background. no guy ever lasts more than 3-4 months with you.

sneaky link Gojo who straight up disappears with zero contact while he’s gone. but pops back up with chocolates and his dick in a box at 1am unannounced. if you don’t answer his late night calls, baby starts singing to wake you and the entire neighborhood up. you have no choice but to let him in.

sneaky link Gojo who always comes home with teasing remarks and new, dirty kinks. pulls out new toys and shit to try that he got while he was away. you always ask him if he’s used them on other people, but all he can do is grin and hint around at least cleaning them before he got here.

after one particularly long mission, he comes home with a newfound breeding kink. mumbled something seeing a kid that reminded him of you, now he just has to cum inside. moans around the words of buying you a plan b later, practically whimpers when you tell him you’ve gotten on birth control while he was away.

he came so much inside of you that night, the sight of you leaking with his seed was enough to keep him planted in your bed for the next few days. he secretly was hoping that you’d end up forgetting to take your birth control pills due to your sex haze and really get you knocked up—

sneaky link Gojo who regretfully introduces you to his students. regretfully, because they instantly cock their heads at you, look at him, and ask what happened to the other lady with the short hair cut and humongous ass that brought him lunch the other day. as soon as Itadori opens his mouth to boast about how big the other girls ass was, Gojo instantly blurts out,

“Domain expansion.”

sneaky link Gojo who is an ass. that’s it. just a huge asshole whore that you can’t shake or get rid of because the dick is too bomb.

[bwbatta]

blush

Abstract: Aaron Hotchner makes you blush. You just so happen to have the same reaction on him. 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: some swearing, some teasing from the BAU, mentions of sexy times, death by fluff, get ready for some blushing red cheeks gang

Word count: 2455

A/N: the super cute dividers are by @firefly-graphics!

You’d never thought you’d be dating someone from your team let alone it being Aaron, aka, your boss.

The two of you gave into your feelings for each other after one angsty night when a case went wrong and you ending up in the hospital. 

Admissions of love were shared between the two of you and by any definition you were now together, however deciding to keep it to yourselves for now.

Though hiding your new relationship from a team of profilers was difficult, especially as Aaron thought it funny to use it to his advantage.

“Delivery for Y/N” a voice was heard through the office as your head shot up and mouth fell open slightly at the display of red and white roses held by the delivery man.

“Over here!” Garcia’s excitable voice was heard and you can tell she was just brimming with questions along with Emily and JJ who had also caught sight of the amass of flowers heading your way.

The man popped the vase down on your desk and held out a keypad for you to sign for them. 

Scribbling your signature down, you were half in slight shock and half in awe of the floral arrangement in front of you.

“Who are these from?!” Penelope gushed “you never said you were seeing anyone!”

Plucking the small note from the top of the bunch, you flipped open the small envelope and pulled out the card.

“Just to see if I can make you blush. I love you -A “

Immediately your face flushed.

Damn you, Aaron.

“You’ve been holding out on us” JJ grinned at hot cheeks as you resisted the urge to look up at the window of Aaron’s office, knowing he was already probably watching.

“They’re just from someone” you said offhandedly like it wasn’t a big deal 

“Just someone?!” Derek’s voice was heard from behind you now “I’m guessing it was a guy who sent you these and he’s ‘just someone’ to you?!”

The gathering of the girls around your desk now had caught the attention of the rest of your team, all eager to find out who the flowers were from.

“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Emily grinned leaning against your desk as she admired the flowers “you’ve got to tell us something about him”

“He’s just a guy I’ve been seeing” you could help the smile which appeared across your face 

“A guy who likes to send our Y/N flowers” Derek teased 

It was slow day in the office and the arrival of your delivery was enough to make the team grasp the excuse of a break. Rossi had wandered down from his office and so had Hotch, the latter concealing the smile he wanted to show. 

“Who’s sent Y/N flowers?!” Rossi’s teasing tone was heard as everyone was now gathered 

“A mysterious boyfriend” JJ answered as you bit the inside of your cheek 

“He’s kind of a dick to be honest” you shrugged catching Aaron’s eye “sending me flowers knowing all of you will bombard me with questions”

“So he knows about us?” Emily’s eyebrow shot up 

“Mmm, told him everything about you lot” you mused “it’s almost as if he already knows you guys” 

You held back the chuckle that desperately wanted to escape your lips. 

“Seems like he obviously cares about you. The red roses are typical signs to show romance and love as well as commitment where as the white is traditionally about a new beginning or loyalty” Reid rambled off about the roses to the team as Hotch had raised an eyebrow at you as if to tease you.

Not trusting yourself to not expose the both of you, you dropped your eyes to the roses again as you felt the slight grin on your lips.

“So this guy loves you?!” Derek teased wiggling his eyebrows 

“Alright that’s it” you rolled your eyes with a smile “you all know too much now, I’m not saying anything else”

“You should know better than lying to a bunch of profilers, Y/N” Aaron’s voice was heard humorously 

“Exactly” Penelope grinned “Now of you could just tell me his first and last name along with his date of birth and blood type that would be great”

“I can’t believe you” was the first thing to come out of your mouth as Aaron opened the door to his apartment that night. 

A grin sat on his face as he took in your exasperated look

“I don’t know what you mean” 

“Don’t know what I mean?! I mean you delivering flowers to me which was obviously going to cause an avalanche of questions”

“Ohh, that”

With a look through narrowed eyes you passed him, walking further into the room, expression changing as soon as you and Jack both spotted each other.

“Y/N!” 

“Jack buddy! Hi!” 

Leaping off the seat he was on, his little legs sprinted over to you as you caught him and lifted him onto your hip with arms right around him in a hug. 

“Are we having another sleepover tonight?!” He asked excited 

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask your dad” you said as immediately you both turned to Aaron with matching puppy eyes 

“Please, Daddy!” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around your neck tighter “can Y/N stay over?”

“Yes please, Daddy” you smiled at your boyfriend who’s neck has grown a little redder at your teasing tone, knowing exactly what you did to him

“If Y/N wants to stay over, then yes” he grinned, face falling into a genuine smile as his son’s eyes lit up, though he remembered your teasing tone and stored it in his mind for later.

The evening consisted of building with Lego’s, followed by a meal made by Aaron who had happily watched on with genuine heart eyes as his two favourite people bounced off each other’s energy.

Before long a large yawn escaped the boy’s lips as he was snuggled in between you both, his head just dropping onto your shoulder, a key sign he was growing tired. 

Picking up his son, Jack waved a sleepy goodnight to you before Aaron placed him in bed and the boy was out like a light. 

“All the excitement of creating a huge Lego truck must’ve knocked him out” you chuckled as Aaron settled beside you, pulling you into his chest. 

Tugging your legs over his own, you cuddled into his chest as you both relaxed into each other.

“He adores you” Aaron kissed the crown of your head “as do I” 

“He’s my favourite Hotchner man” you shrugged with a slight smile on your face acutely aware of the narrowed eyes you now had staring down at you

“So, it’s not your wonderful boyfriend who sent you flowers at work today?” 

“He’s a close second” 

“Not even when you call him, Daddy?”

“You little-“

Feeling Aaron’s fingers immediately tickle your side your whole body blushed and convulsed trying to get away from the offending action of his hands.

With a bubble of laughter escaping your lips, Aaron immediately covered your lips with his own as you laughed into his mouth still. 

His hand wound through your hair pulling you ever closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you as his other hand wrapped firmly around your waist pulling you into his lap. 

His assault on your mouth lessened slightly until small sweet kisses were shared and you pulled back slightly to just take him in.

“I love you” he whispered leaning downward to find your lips again 

“I love you too” you smiled running your thumb over the bridge of his nose “more than you know”

No other words were said as Aaron lifted you up, you wrapping you legs around his waist in second nature as he wandered down the hallway to the master bedroom, closing the door behind you as you went.

“Holy hell, you obviously had a good night” came Dereks teasing tone as he took the seat next to you on the jet.

“What?”

“Well, as much as I can tell you’ve tried to hide the immense hickey on your neck, it’s still pretty obvious” he snickered 

A hand immediately went to your neck as you narrowed your eyes at him as he just continued to laugh 

“Hey, Em, check this out” he called as you slapped his arm, cheeks flushing 

“Nope, no, nothing to see” you shook your head trying to downplay your colleagues teasing 

“See what?” Emily grinned taking the seat opposite the two of you 

“Take a good look at our Y/N’s neck and tell me a good night was not had by this one?”

“Oh wow” the girl opposite grinned at you “is that from your boyfriend who you’ve told us absolutely nothing about?”

“...might be”

“What about Y/N’s boyfriend?” JJ took the other seat in the pod

“Well considering the damage done to Y/N’s neck...” Emily snickered 

“Oh my god you guys, stop it” you rolled your eyes as you could see Aaron trying to hide a smile as he took the couple seats opposite with Rossi

“Come on, tell us something else about this guy?” Rossi grinned “When are we going to meet him? Invite him to pasta night!”

“It’s still very new and as much as I love you guys, if you were to find out who he was, you’re guaranteed to overload the poor man”

“Overload the- are you kidding?” Derek shot you a look “when would we ever do that?!”

“Greetings my fine furry friends!” The bubbly voice of Garcia popped up “what are we talking about?”

“Y/N’s man” JJ snickered as you shot her a look

“Ooh has anything else been mentioned?”

“Not yet!” 

“As much as I love talking about my love life could we, I don’t know, focus on the case?”

The snickers came from the two females opposite you as everyone began to settle in as the briefing begun. 

“If you need to borrow some concealer, let me know” Emily whispered as you shot her an unamused look 

The gentle knock was heard on your hotel door at around 1:30am. Knowing exactly who it was, you didn’t bother to grab a jumper or anything as you opened the door in just your underwear.

“Well, hello” 

“Hello to you too” you grinned at his slightly stunned expression 

“Want some company?” 

Holding the door open further as an invitation for him to enter, Aaron slipped past you into your room, stealing a kiss from you in the process.

The door shut behind you as the two of you made your way over to the bed you had just come from.

Making yourselves comfortable, you curled into his chest, your favourite place, as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

“As funny as it is seeing the team joke about your neck, I didn’t mean for it to be that bruised” he said running his fingers over the large hickey he had created only the night before.

“I’m not complaining, the others are just joking anyway, though you leaving me out to dry isn’t so much fun”

He snickered into your hair, completely unapologetic 

“Would you want me to intervene?”

“I’d want you to stop egging them on!”

Aaron grinned at the thought of the teasing throughout the day which he had unashamedly taken apart in. 

“Even when they asked about our sex life?”

You groaned remembering Emily cornering you to ask about the mystery man who was currently in your bed. You didn’t give her any answers until JJ showed up and the two started pressuring you with more questions. 

When Aaron had entered the room you were never more grateful, thinking the two would stop interrogating you but when JJ had asked about where he ranked in regards to how good he was in bed, the man couldn’t help but involve himself in this interrogation.

“He’s the best you’ve ever had?” He questioned eyebrows raising “he must be smug about that? I know I would be”

Aaron had supplied the two women with even more questions after that, leaving the room shortly after with a fiery glare from you.

“You just threw me to the lions” you rolled you eyes at the memory 

“But how could I not after knowing I’m the best you’ve ever had?” He grinned 

Your cheeks flushed again wishing you’d never said anything with him being in hearing distance. 

“Smug bastard” you muttered burying yourself into his chest further 

“Aw, come on Sweetheart” he lifted your chin with two fingers to meet your eyes “don’t you want some of the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Your remaining underwear hit the floor not to long after that.

“I swear I didn’t get any sleep last night” Derek complained to Reid at breakfast the next morning as you joined the two along with Aaron and JJ.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked eyebrows furrowing together 

“I mean there was a couple on our floor last night who were going at it like animals” the man rolled his eyes “Weren’t quiet about it either. Didn’t you hear them Y/N, your room was only a few down from mine”

You just held back the snicker that threatened to escape your lips as you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah I heard them, it was so loud, almost like they were in the same room as me” you shrugged

“You guys just got unlucky with your rooms this time then. On our last case, there was a couple a few doors down from me with the same thing. What is it with hotels and people acting like rabbits?” JJ questioned

That time you were both definitely in Aaron’s room which was near JJ’s.

“Anyway, hopefully you’ll be able to go wild with your man when we land Y/N?” JJ teased “Add a few more hickeys to the collection?”

Aaron thought you’d blush and shoot her teasing questions down but was surprised when you just laughed and shot her a smirk.

“Oh definitely” you grinned “to be honest though I bought this little red number I can’t wait to try out, hopefully he’ll be the one with a couple hickeys next time”

The man next to you nearly choked on his coffee at the thought of you in a red number.

Trying to flush the idea from his mind, it did nothing as the red blush grew on his cheeks slightly not being able to think of anything else other than what he’d do to you when you got home. 

Seeing the slight blush on his cheeks, you grinned slightly, thoroughly happy you had the same reaction on him as you knew he did on you.

[cabinofimagines]

Lercy ABC’s

a/n ; this is the first time i’ve posted without being reminded ahahaha. anyway here’s this, give me feedback bc i’ll be at work and will most likely want to yeet myself into some adult beverages. so send positive vibes pls

pairing(s) ; leo x gn! reader x percy (poly)

requests ; holy shit this was actually requested : “Can I request lercy abcs please ? Thank you !”

wc ; 2198

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Leo is just happy to be with you at any point in the day. He finally has someone to talk to that isn’t preoccupied thinking of someone or somewhere they’d rather be. Percy is most content when his hair is being played with. He gets that dumb smile on his face like :] and likes to stare up at you while he listens to Leo’s ramblings.

Beauty - What do the admirer s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Percy personally loves staring into your eyes. He finds something new each time he looks at them in different lightings, even though you swear up and down that your eyes aren’t special. Leo likes how pretty your hands are. No he doesn’t have a fetish, but he’s just amazed at how pretty hands could be. I mean they’re hands.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Breathing exercises is something that Percy is really good at, so he’s the go to in the relationship when you’re having an attack. He can calm you down within 10 minutes or so depending on the severity. Leo makes it his personal mission to cheer you up after or when you feel down, often using Percy as a sacrifice to humor. But he likes tracing patterns on your skin, it helps both of you in the sense that you calm down faster and his heart stops clenching in worry.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

You and Leo are scheming constantly about your future, always making absurd plans about your futures together, but they’re never set in stone. Percy will join in occasionally to add his own ideas, but mostly he’s just admiring the two idiots he plans to spend the rest of his life with.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Leo tries to adapt depending on where he is and often that’s a pretty submissive/passive position. Percy naturally takes on the dominant role, but more of a passive dom presence. He doesn’t mind taking orders, but he’s not to be pushed around either. I think either of them wouldn’t be too pressed if you or the other wanted to take the lead for something.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Loyalty is Percy's fatal flaw so it’s hard to imagine him holding a grudge for longer than an hour at either of you. Leo will skirt around the subject until someone addresses it, but he’s not actually upset. He tries to avoid the problem which will rub Percy the wrong way since he likes resolving things when they happen, but usually the issue is dropped.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Leo is capable of taking care of himself… mostly. But he still greatly appreciates and enjoys when Percy and you baby him sometimes because he loves the attnetion. While he is the only one that’s really babied, each of you make sure the others are taking care of themselves too. They both notice when you do small things like making their favorite foods or gifting small things that remind you of them so they try to reciprocate that energy as well.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Percy is fairly open with everything that crosses his mind  once he’s comfortable and he loves that you feel comfortable enough to tell him most– if not everything too. But he has his moments where he’s not comfortable sharing everything. Leo is the same, but he still doesn’t like to talk about specific things. If you mention it, he physically will flinch at your words and you’ll know to drop it.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

The most you have changed Percy is how often he picks up after himself. He’s not a messy person, but he does forget to put things away after he’s done with them. You’ve had a few choice words with him after the first few times, but after you nearly twisted your ankle by slipping on a sock of his, he surrendered and swore to never leave a sock on the floor again.

Leo’s fatal flaw is his inferiority. He often feels like he isn’t good enough, but with both you and Percy wrapping yourselves around him constantly, he’s learning that he is the shit. This is why he doesn’t object when you two baby/ take care of him, because he thrives off of words of affirmation and physical touch.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

They both trust you enough to not get too jealous, but if someone is being persistent, Percy won’t hesitate you wrap both you and Leo up in an embrace of some kind. Leo can get pretty jealous, but usually hides it by amping up the pda and confidence. It can be embarrassing but no matter how much you scold him for it, you always wind up laughing and kissing away his jealousy.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Percy has one of those “leave you wanting more” kisses. He never kisses long enough. Leo is either playful and spontaneous or a deep kisser. They do mix it up to keep things exciting, but both leave you breathless no matter how they kiss.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

(so i kinda wrote something already but i’ll explain how you and leo started dating since that’s not explained.” It started with just you and Leo dating, as you two had kissed multiple times before battles and late at night, and Leo just had to bring up the “what are we” comment.  It wasn’t long after when you noticed how much he was staring at Percy Jackson. You were also staring, I mean who wouldn’t, but you teased Leo about it and he eventually admitted that he was interested in a polyamorous relationship… with Percy. (hence the fic)

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

For Percy, it was the day he met you and Leo at the ice rink. You three had gotten hot chocolate together before he had to leave, but he took a last glance into the shop window before walking away and the image had been stuck in his mind ever since. You both were squealing over the promised date he agreed to the next day. He wished he had a camera to take a picture, but he decided to commit it to memory instead.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Percy most likely will use variations of your name or even stupid names correlating to your godly parent. He’s not against using pet names, but you’re one of his best friends and it’s weird not to tease you even if you guys do kiss sometimes. Leo is a little more cheesy, but still kind of creative. He may call you an endearing nickname that correlates to your godly parent as well (ex. sunspot, flower) but he also likes using spanish pet names as well.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Percy shows it and does it know it. Although he can be romantic, he doesn’t spout that he’s in love to everyone, but it’s not like he’s hiding it either. Leo on the other hand is LOUD about it. If someone inquires about your relationship, he’s got a whole monologue prepared.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

If you don’t like PDA, you are so unfortunate in this relationship. Fortunate in the aspect that your partners are not afraid to show you off, but unfortunate that they show you off. Leo mainly does it to tease you, but also because he really likes staying close to you. Percy is very casual about it, usually wrapping an arm around one of you while holding the hand of the other.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Percy has such dad energy in this relationship. He’s pretty lame sometimes, but in the end you wouldn’t want to go without him. He can usually dissolve any petty spats you and Leo had started out of boredom, and he does with fluffy blankets and a pillow fort too.

Leo is mr. fix it. Not just when it comes to objects in the house breaking, (the poor sink has erupted one too many times thanks to Percy) but also when it comes to sickness or bad days. This boy has a solution for everything and he comes up with it in no time. Most of the time the solutions are good, very rarely do you have a bad option when it comes to Leo.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Both them are romantics. It's disgusting how sweet they can be. When those two put their minds together, they could set up a date worthy of a pinterest board.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Percy is like your right hand man, giving you advice and lending an ear to listen to your plans of success. He’s really there for you to bounce ideas off of when you need to, and also because he thinks you look stunning while talking about your ambitions. Leo, on the other hand, is your biggest cheerleader. He’ll show up to your events/work with a big smile and your favorite thing to snack on. If you feel like something went wrong, he was there to assure you that you looked hella badass.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Living as a demigod is already pretty dangerous, so I think that thrill is already met for both of them. However, if you want to travel somewhere, both would be down to go with you. As long as there is some sort of foundation of a routine there, they both wouldn’t mind leaving home.

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Both are SUCH empaths. Leo can tell if you’re upset just by looking at your eyebrows and how scrunched up they are. Percy knows you’re stressing over something because he can feel the tension in your shoulders from across the room.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Leo has been searching for some type of affection most of his life and was shot down various times. He is not going to let this slip away after he found not just one, but two  people who cherish him and lift him up this much.

Percy as we know is super loyal. He’s already planned out your lives together in his head and he doesn’t feel like changing that anytime soon. He will do anything to keep you two beside him until his last breath.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

It seems unfair, but if no one can decide on who gets to sleep in the middle that night, you play rock, paper, scissors. It’s unfair in the sense that you had gotten way too good at the game which would provoke whining from Leo that you needed to change the game next time.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Percy is super cuddly and so is Leo, but when Percy has his bad days, he prefers to refrain from cuddles. After awhile, Leo and you learned that cuddling with two people was okay, but always looked forward to later when Percy would squirm into your warmth, a smile on his face like :]

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Percy distracts himself with chores and training, maybe he bugs Leo into joining him just so he doesn’t completely go mad. Leo usually tries to stay in the midst of chaos, if it’s loud then he has no time to miss you. If it’s possible, they might even try to plan a surprise visit to you.

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

With Percy’s flaw and Leo’s massive amount of love and obsession of not losing you both, this relationship is just full of people who are like, “I’ll die for you.” “Not if I die for you first.”

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taglist ; @bandshirts-andbooks​ , @beneaththeiceandsnow​

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Fake dating au where demetris on his third strike with the school counselor so when they're about to fight again he holds his hand instead. Hawk cant help but blush and counselor Blatt jumps to conclusions and tries to be overly accepting

PFFFFT okay this is fuckin great

Like I’m just imagining Demetri doing the PETTIEST bullshit to get back at Hawk for that destroying-his-science-project business, like he writes “COBRA KAI SUCKS” all over his locker in sharpie in cleverly-disguised handwriting or pours soda on Hawk’s karate equipment and tough dude sportsballs (because come ON--Eli’s had the same locker combination for years, and just because he’s badass now doesn’t mean it would occur to him to change it) or steals his portable hair gel so that the ‘hawk will be sad and sagging by 6th period, and as soon as Hawk catches on to what’s going on, it doesn’t take long for him to figure out who’s behind all this chicanery. And he fuckin goes RIGHT up to Demetri during the next passing period (he knows exactly what part of the school that little nerd is in because he figured out and memorized Demetri’s class schedule SOLELY for harassment purposes and not because he likes him or anything) like “BRO YOU WANNA GO YOU WANNA FUCKIN GO” and Demetri gets ready to fight like “COME AT ME ASSHOLE” and Demetri’s getting ready to throw the world’s meanest punch to start the brawl (because his douchebag ex-best-friend ain’t the only one who can strike first) when the accursed Counselor Blatt rounds the corner.

She turns and fixes an icy glare right on them, and Demetri has to think fast. He unclenches his fist mid-punch and wraps a hand around Eli’s wrist. Eli’s hand flexes out in surprise, and before he can react, Demetri’s fingers have found their way up his wrist and laced with his own. Hawk’s face goes redder than his (already, sadly, beginning to sag) mohawk.

And fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hawk was absolutely not prepared for this. He absolutely was not prepared for the same goddamn helpless sensation of vertigo to hit as that time he held Demetri’s hand during Red Rover in the 6th grade (how in the hell did a couple of losers like them get invited to play, anyways? The teacher probably made the other kids include them or something). And Hawk fucking hates how warm and pleasant Demetri’s hand feels in his own, and how it fills him with the same hopeless longing that he hoped he could punch away into oblivion as soon as Kreese started training him.

But here comes that stupid-ass counselor, and something tells him that now is not the time to yank his hand away and slam Demetri into the lockers behind them, no matter how much he would like to.

“Demetri? Eli?” Counselor Blatt looks back and forth between the two of them, perplexed. “What’s this?”

“What’s what, Counselor Blatt?” Demetri pulls Hawk closer and swings his other arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders. Hawk can only bristle in barely-concealed rage.

“Did I just...see you about to punch Eli?” she continues. “When you’ve been to our seminar on respectful alternatives to physical aggression?”

“Oh no, you misunderstand!” Demetri laughs, and Hawk wants to smack him. God, his laugh is annoying. He’s annoying. Hawk wants to scream into a wall and he’s not sure why.

“I was just in a hurry to hold my boyfriend’s hand,” he goes on gleefully. “I haven’t seen him all day! Is that okay with you, Counselor Blatt?” He gives the counselor a challenging stare, and Hawk almost feels sorry for the woman and how utterly lost she is.

“I thought you were upset with Mr. Moskowitz here for ruining your science project,” Counselor Blatt says slowly.

“Oh, that?” Demetri snorts. “We were just on a little break. I think that was my indication that good ol’ Eli wasn’t taking it too well. But we worked everything out, and it’s alllll good now!”

He gives the counselor his most winning grin, and Hawk just turns to gape at him. Out of all the absurd directions Demetri could’ve taken this thing, framing him throwing a soccer ball across the cafeteria to smash Demetri’s project as a couple’s fight was one Hawk had not seen coming.

But then again...that did kind of let him off the hook, didn’t it? If all of his messing with Demetri was nothing but silly relationship drama. After all, Counselor Blatt hadn’t lifted a finger when the utter spectacle that was Kyler and Sam LaRusso’s breakup had ravaged the school’s gossip chain.

“You know, you really should be more accepting of LGBT relationships,” Hawk says, making a point to pull out the kicked puppy expression. “It’s hurtful enough that my boyfriend and I get as many stares as we do from other students.”

“I...! Well! I mean!” Counselor Blatt splutters, looking everywhere but their eyes. “I think it’s great you boys are able to...express yourselves so freely! I want this school to be an environment where students of all sexualities are able to be themselves. I’m so happy West Valley High is such a diverse place!” She smiles, brightly but still very confused.

“With all due respect, Counselor Blatt, we’re not just some token gay couple.” Hawk doesn’t let up on the puppy dog eyes. “We’re just two guys who love each other. That’s all. All we want is to be accepted for who we are.”

He feels Demetri stiffen beside him with surprise, but the grip on his hand and around his shoulder doesn’t loosen in the slightest.

Demetri’s really acting like he doesn’t want to let go. He’s really committing to this façade.

Makes sense. When they were in middle school, Demetri always tried to be the class clown--not that it ever worked. Eli would always cheer him up by insisting he had a natural talent for improv. The kid isn’t half bad at acting, he’ll admit.

“And...you are accepted!” Counselor Blatt reassures awkwardly. “I’m...sorry I misunderstood your relationship, boys. I should be better about checking my heterosexual privilege.”

“Not to worry!” Demetri says cheerily. “Anyone who works at being a good ally to the community is always appreciated!”

Hawk resists the urge to roll his eyes. What was this, a fucking gay Sesame Street episode?

“Sorry again, Demetri. Eli. Have a nice day.”

As soon as Counselor Blatt shuffles around the corner and out-of-sight, Hawk tears his hand away (as...reluctant as he admittedly is to do so. Feeling another hand curled around his made him feel calmer and safer than he had in months, no matter what utter pussy’s it was. Disgusting. Kreese would never train him again if he found out, that was for sure.). He shoves Demetri hard--not into the lockers, not in any way that’ll make a noise to be noticed, but enough to knock the wind out of that fucking runt.

“What the fuck was that?” Hawk snarls.

Demetri crosses his arms and glowers at him. “I just saved both of us from a month of detention. It was only so long before she figured out Cobra Kai’s the aggressor around here just as much as Miyagi-Do is.”

Hawk surges forward and tries to shove him again, but Demetri is ready this time and quickly blocks. “What the hell was your grand plan, anyways?” he scoffs. “Pick a fight with me in the middle of the school day?”

Demetri sighs, starting to back away. “Eli, Eli, Eli. I know you’ve got a good brain in there, buddy. Maybe start using it, if all the punches to the head haven’t messed it up too much.”

He taps his head a couple times before turning and disappearing into the throng of students around them. Hawk groans.

Mitch doesn’t make matters better as they walk away. “Dude, were you blushing?”

“Shut the fuck up, man! I was just fucking embarrassed!”

Bert sniggers. “I’ll say. Should I start planning the wedding?”

“Don’t make me fucking deck you! Look...he wanted to stay out of trouble, and I realized I could spin it to our advantage. So I did. We’re in the clear for now.”

“Yeah, only took a bit of...hand-to-hand combat,” Mitch snickers. “What’s next? Judo wrestling him in the janitor’s closet?” He and Bert break out in giggles, and Hawk shoots them both his most seething glare.

“If you mention any of this to Sensei Kreese, I will kill you,” Hawk growls.

“Fair enough,” Mitch says, shrugging. Bert nods in agreement.

Hawk reminds himself to wail especially hard on both of them during practice today.

[jeanluva]

haikyuu boys as your ex boyfriend

+ why you broke up

[ with; all the boys]

Warnings: this is long af

The ex you remain friends with

Sugawara, Ennoshita, Hinata, Akaashi

Suga

You and suga had a mutual break up.

You both realized the relationship wasn’t going anywhere and decided to end it.

He wanted to remain friends, since you were both good friends before. So you did.

Ennoshita

You both fell for someone else.

You both had a talk and both of you mentioned that you were starting to fall for other people.

As much as it was a relief that he felt the same way you did, it did hurt.

However, you ended the relationship and decided to remain as friends since the breakup wasn’t bad.

Hinata

He was just too focused on volleyball.

You and Hinata were already very close friends before you got together.

But the relationship wasn’t going anywhere and it was going at a very slow rate.

It took you guys almost 5 months to kiss and you had to initiate it.

he just didn’t feel like your boyfriend.

So you both decided to remain friends.

Akaashi

You guys didn’t date long.

You both had small crushes on each other and with the help of some mutual friends, you got together.

You gave it a try and it all just seemed too forced. The cuddling felt forced, the kissint, holding hande. Everything.

He actually brought it up to you first and you were so relieved he felt the same way. So, you went back to being friends.

The ex you still hook up with

Tanaka, Ukai, Bokuto, Terushima

Tanaka

You needed to focus on school and your future. So you ended your relationship.

Thankfully he understood. You guys got to talking one day and you mentioned how you felt uncomfortable doing anything sexual with anyone else.

So you guys started a friends with benefits.

You both still had your needs and neither of you were interested in dating anyone else. It only made sense.

Ukai

An arugument is what broke the two of you up.

You guys just have different points of views on things and you knew the relationship just wouldn’t last.

But, you both just couldn’t get enough of each other. Sexually.

So you continued to have sex and agreed to stop if one of you found someone new.

Bokuto

You couldn’t imagine a future with him. It hurt to tel him, but he needed the truth.

After you guys broke up, he took some time to think and he realized he couldn’t see himself marrying you either.

You two met up to talk about everything one day and one thing led to another.

After that, you both just constantly had sex. But you knew one day, it would have to stop.

Terushima

He flirted too much with other people.

Not that he did it intentionally, but he couldn’t control the words that came out of his mouth.

The relationship didn’t real end in a mess, but he was the one who brought up the topic.

He wanted to still have sex with you because he was only comfortable doing the things he likes with you.

You both know each others likes and dislikes very well and your bodies were perfect for each other.

The ex you despise

Iwaizumi, Kentarō

Iwaizumi

The break up it’s self wasnt bad.

It was the aftermath.

People began to spread rumors about you and calling you names and blaming you for your break up.

And Iwa wouldn’t do or say anything to make the rumors stop.

So you blew up on him one day, in front of everyone.

You thought that maybe there was hope to fix your relationship with him, but after all that. You couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Kentarō

The break up was bad.

One day he just stopped answering your calls and your texts.

So you cornered him one day after school and confronted him. He told you that he didn’t want to be with you anymore and not to bother him ever again.

It really broke your heart and he wouldn’t even give you an explanation.

You’ve hated him since then.

The ex you never speak to again

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Ushijima, Kiyoomi, Osamu, Suna, Daichi

Kageyama

Like Hinata, he was just too focused on volleyball.

You weren’t even really sure if he still liked you.

After you broke up, you guys simply just stopped talking.

You didn’t have the same friend group or any of the same classes.

So there was no reason to talk.

Tsukishima

He lost feelings for you.

Tsukishima doesn’t see the reason to keep in touch with his exes.

You weren’t as special to him as you thought and there was never a reason to talk.

Kenma

He never made time for you.

Honestly, after your break up he couldn’t even feel any difference.

You both weren’t ever really affectionate with each other. You tried.

But, he just wasn’t that type of person and you didn’t want to wait around for him to become one.

So you broke up and just never spoke.

Ushijima

You never thought you and Wakatoshi would break up.

But, it happened. You both just had other priorities and couldn’t fit each other into your schedules.

It was a mutual break up and you guys just lost contact.

Kiyoomi

He wasn’t what you wanted.

You blame yourself for having high expectations. It’s not his fault he couldn’t meet them.

You guys also didn’t have much in common or many things to talk about.

So, you slowly stopped talking to each other.

Osamu

He didn’t technically cheat on you, but he was texting another girl and did find himself being a little flirtatious without going too far. Like giving her small compliments, going to her whenever you guys argued, telling her things he wouldn’t even tell you.

You found out from one of his friends and it honestly broke your heart. So you broke up with him.

You couldn’t hate him because, you can’t help who you fall for. But it still hurt and you didn’t want anything to do with him.

He definitely noticed your absence and didn’t like the feeling it gave him. He never dated the girl.

He just didn’t realize what he had until you were gone.

Suna

He kept your relationship hidden.

He never gave you a straight answer as to why.

You both were opposites and seemed like an odd couple.

You were never seen together at school. You only saw him after his practices or on the weekends.

You weren’t getting tired if the back and forth, so you ended it. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

You guys stopped talking afterwards.

Daichi

Daichi really did see himself marrying you. He wanted to spend his whole life with you.

But you both had different views on life and wanted different things.

You couldn’t come to a middle ground.

After you both graduated, you lost touch. There was just no point in continuing.

The ex you keep getting back together with

Kuroo, Oikawa, Tendō, Atsumu

Kuroo

Anytime you and Kuroo get into a bad argument. One of you breaks up with the other.

Then you immediately regret it the next day.

Then you get back together. And about 2 - 3 months later it happens again.

It’s toxic but you both love each other and can’t seem yourselves with anyone else.

Oikawa

His fan girls get too much for you sometimes.

You guys argue about them and he always claims that he needs them. It makes you feel invalid and you always end up breaking up with him.

Just for him to sweet talk you the next day and you’re right back together.

Oikawa is too selfish to let you go and he doesn’t really seem to care.

Tendō

You end Tendō have broken up a few times because you guys claim to lose feelings.

But as soon as you break up, the feelings come back and you get right back together.

So, if you break up. There’s no point in dating anyone else, because you will end up right back with him.

Atsumu

Everyone has that ex that they just keep going back to.

There’s basically another girl in Atsumu’s life. Just like Osamu, he liked another girl and he ended things with you, to be with her.

You were okay with it, you were just happy that he was honest and didn’t cheat.

But, whenever he as with her. He couldn’t help but miss you. And whenever they got into arugments (which were all the time) he came back to you.

He realized he liked you both and constantly leaves her for you now. Normally, you wouldn’t allow this. But, when you listened to his rants about her, you realized it was almost always her fault that theu argued.

But, finally one day. You gave him an option. It was eirher you or her. You were tired of the back and forth.

He chose you.

The ex that still has feelings for you

Asahi, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, Yamamoto, Lev, Aone.

Asahi

Asahi was an amazing boyfriend to you. You never found a flaw in him.

But you didn’t feel like you were good enough for him. No matter how much he said you were, you just didn’t feel that way.

So, you told him you needed time to learn how to love yourself.

He said he would wait for you and he would be there if you still wanted him.

Nishinoya

When he got suspended, your parents didn’t want you seeing him anymore.

He never stopped loving you.

You both promised to wait for each other.

Yamaguchi

You guys relationship didn’t last long.

It was too awkward and you both always had to ask tsukishima for advice.

You decided to end it, but with no hard feelings.

He still liked you and he really wanted to make things work with you.

Maybe one day.

Yamamoto

You have commitment issues.

Relationships just aren’t for you and you gave it your best with him.

You really did like him and it honestly hurt you so much having to let him go.

He told you if you ever changed your mind, he’d drop anything and everyone to be with you.

Lev

Uhh. Lev was just a little too, immature for you.

His personality would have been great if you guys were just friends. But you wanted a serious relationship.

And he just couldn’t seem to give you that.

You broke up with him, even though you both still had feelings for each other.

You told him if maybe if he just matured a little bit, you would give him another chance.

Aone

You guys go to different schools.

The long distance wasn’t the same as being with him in person.

You missed him too much and you couldn’t take it anymore.

So you broke up with him. You wanted him to find someone that you could be there with him.

But, little did you know. It hurt him so much. He hopes he can find the courage to try and win you back. He even thought about switching schools for you.

a/n: this was so long. oof

tags 🏷: @koutarouwrld @velvetvirgos

[random-mha-thoughts]

Daring Fans of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima

Anon requested: “Hey this is my first time requesting but can you do a scenario where Bakugou (can do Todoroki and kirishima too) is a pro-hero, then one of his “daring” fan kisses him and his s/o saw the whole thing. Happy ending please!!”

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,294

Tags: @cyanide9602​​ @yuki-osaki​​ @liviitehe​​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​​ @bunnythepipsqueak​​

a/n: I wasn’t sure if you just wanted Bakugou or you wanted all 3, but I also didn’t want to just do HCs, so I did mini scenarios of about 400-550 words for each character!  I hope they were to your liking, and thanks for the request!  Hope to see you again soon~

Bakugou Katsuki

As soon as this fan came up to him, Bakugou knew it was trouble.  The fan eagerly came up to him while he was out with you, not paying you any mind while they gushed about Ground Zero being their favorite hero - and not even trying to hide their groping hands on his arms when they leaned in for a selfie.

And at the last possible second, the fan did the ballsy thing and plants a kiss right on his lips.

Your eye starts twitching.  Your sweet boyfriend felt bad for spending a lot of time on his job for the past few week, and today he decided to devote the entire day with you.  Today is supposed to be your day, and - not to sound like a spoiled brat (although you don't care at this point) - Bakugou is yours and you're not in the business of sharing with anyone, especially not some ballsy, entitled fan who thinks they can kiss your boyfriend right in front of you and get away with it.

They had another thing coming.

The fan pulls away from doing their little stunt with a smirk, briefly turning to eye you to gauge your reaction, only for their face to turn completely white.

"I hope you can die happy after doing that," you mutter gravely, cracking your knuckles.  "Because you're about to!"

The fan runs off screaming, and you would've followed if it wasn't for Bakugou holding you back by your waist.  "Let me at 'em!  I won't hurt 'em too badly!"

"Babe, calm down, you've already scared them away," he whispers gently in my ear.  "People are staring."

His hands rubbing at my waist settles me.  "I just wanted to rough 'em up, that's all," I explain innocently.

"I know you did, but you can't make a scene in public."  He kisses my jaw softy and smirks.  "Damn, you being as much of a hothead as me is so hot."

"Damn right I am!" you huff.  "I'm the only one for you and you better not forget it!"

His low chuckle resounds in my ear.  "Never.  Come on, let's go get brunch like we wanted before we were rudely interrupted."

Todoroki Shouto

One of the things you've always admired about Todoroki is his heart when we interacts with his fans.  He sought to be the opposite of his father, so he welcomes fan interactions with a warm smile, kind words, and an open attitude.

What really annoys you is how dense he can be.  Of course, there are fans who are starstruck by his handsome appearance, who wouldn't be?  But there are those that are really bold,  sneaking touches at him, making double-meaning requests, showering him with more compliments than needed, or trying to dress and act suggestively to catch his attention.  Being the kind of guy who isn't terribly good at reading the air, Todoroki doesn't really notice any of their advances.  It's sweet, in a way, because he only has eyes for you, but you really fear that one fan will take things too far and Todoroki won't realize it.

So when you were on line getting coffee for the two of you and you saw a fan approach him, it made you uneasy since you weren't there to cut into the conversation.  You trust your boyfriend not to do anything, so you settle on continuously darting your head backwards to his table while you pay for your drinks instead of rushing over there like a possessive lover.

Which you regret doing once you turn around while you're in the pick up area.  The fan had pulled your boyfriend in to steal a kiss on his lips, and now you're furious.  At the same time, the barista called your order number, so you grab your order and march over to their table, seeing red and ready to give this fan a piece of your mind.  Todoroki, wide-eyed and shocked pushes them away, putting his hands up in front of his body.

"I apologize if I came off overly friendly, but I'm very happily committed to someone else."

And just like that, all your immediate anger melts away and you find yourself lovestruck.  Very happily committed,  your thoughts echo pleasantly.  In your face.  You finish your walk to the table and set down your drinks, both of them darting their heads toward you as you shoot a beaming grin at your boyfriend.  "Here's your coffee, babe," you push the drink in front of him.  Yeah, it's petty, but he's your man.

Todoroki follows through, wrapping his arm around you to pull you into his lap and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.  "Thank you, love."  He turns to the fan and you finally address them with a tight, polite smile.  "This is my one and only."

"O-Oh.  I'm s-sorry!"  After another stutters of an apology to both of us, the fan scurries off.

"Shouto sweetie."  He hums in response.  "I told you to make our relationship public earlier, didn't I?"

"Yes, love..."

Kirishima Eijirou

Your lovely boyfriend Kirishima has the best fans in the world.  With such a courteous, respectable role model, you expected his fans to be just the same.  Whenever they say him in the streets, they would always ask him how he's doing, reprimand him for not getting enough sleep, thank him for his service, and sometimes offer letters or small tokens of appreciation.  He always gushes about how proud he is that his fans take after him.  It's like watching a proud dad praise his adult kids; it's endearing and wholesome.

On your way to meet Kirishima for your date, you spot him from across the street and wave.  He waves back, his sharp-toothed grin gleaming back at you as he waves.  He's about to cross the street and meet you halfway when he gets stopped by a fan next to him.  A proud smile plays on your lips as you cross the street to meet him.

Something isn't right with this fan, you notice.  The first thought when you see how tensed the fan is, you think they're about to strike him.  Instead, they bravely lean up and kiss the red-haired hero.  It makes you falter for a step, but you pick right back up, ready to stomp over there and give the fan a harsh talking-to.

Kirishima immediately backs away and puts some distance between them.  "Whoa there, I'm taken by someone already."  Once you approach, he turns to you and snakes his arms around your waist.  "There's my sweet baby," he purrs before capturing your lips in his.

Your stomach flips when it isn't as quick as you would have thought.  Kiri makes sure to make a show of it, moving his lips against yours in a controlled but dominating way before pulling away after a few kisses.  Your heads at the mini heated kiss, a little embarrassed that he did it in front of the fan, but you're not complaining.

The hero beams his signature grin as if he's done nothing.  "This is my baby, we're really happy together."

The fan is understandably flustered, turning red in the face out of secondhand embarrassment.  "O-Oh, I see.  I'm sorry about that."  They bow politely.  "P-Please enjoy yourselves," they manage to say before escaping down the sidewalk.

You lightly run your tongue over your bottom lip, his linger taste still present.  "That was unexpected, Kiri."

"But effective.  Nobody get away with that, especially right in front of you."  He squeezes your waist closer to him and smirks down at you.  "But it was pretty manly of me, wasn't it?"

You barely squeak out a reply, making Kirishima chuckle at your tinted cheeks before leading you off towards your date.

[kazcosmo]

not a double date

oikawa tooru x reader

❥- mutual pining though the both of you don’t know, idiots to lovers (still idiots though), pure fluff

❥- word count; 2,028 words

!not proofread!

(g/n means ‘girl’s name’ because i have literally zero idea what i was gonna do there)

“It’s not a double date,” you tell him, fluffing the pillow behind you to make your seating much more comfortable on the couch inside your best friend’s dorm, “we’re just third and fourth wheeling.” You flash him a grin, “And while we do that we might get to fuck around and mess with him and his date a little.” You add, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes.

The brunette can’t help but huff out a laugh, leaning against his own set of pillows as he remembered the last time Iwaizumi had trusted the both of you enough to let you two go with him to meet with the girl he’s been going on dates for a while. 

Come to think of it, it wasn’t actually that Iwa had trusted you both not to act like idiots, Iwa just knew that the whining from the you and his best friend would never stop until he’s allowed you both to go with him and his girl. Ex-girl, actually.

“Yeah, because that went so well last time.” Oikawa tells you in a singsong voice that would’ve sounded like saccharine if there wasn’t sarcasm dripping off it. You smack his arm, satisfied when he winces.

“Hey! It did!” You protest, pouting at him slightly. “Without us, Iwa would have never found out how incompatible they were, it was kind of obvious, but you know he’s way too polite to pay attention to how bad it was gonna go from there.” You said, beginning to feel a little sulky and grabbing the bowl of popcorn from him and stuffing a few into your mouth. Your reaction only makes him grin wider.

“Sure it was,” he muses, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips as you glared at him you’re your (stolen) bowl of popcorn. “She thought so too, didn’t she? Poor girl just gaped at you when you started questioning her like she committed a crime or something.” Oikawa knew you were telling the truth, of course. You had helped. He was there when everything went downhill. He might’ve helped a little bit, though his little prodding weren’t nearly as obvious or as embarrassing as yours. Heat creeps onto your cheeks and you send a pillow straight to his face.

He’s laughing now, the sound light and airy, maybe attractive if you weren’t so pissed off by his teasing. “God, shut up. And hey! You helped me.” you nearly whine, shutting your eyes and burying your face behind the blankets covering you both as if it would shield you from the onslaught of memories at just how bad (and embarrassing, on your part) it had gotten last time.

You knew that subtlety wasn’t your best suit, and you definitely weren’t subtle when you started throwing questions at the Iwa’s last date. But it helped prevent your friend from landing into a relationship that would have ended badly anyway, you just saved him the trouble of experiencing that.

He smiles at the sight of you hunched over the bowl of popcorn, muttering incoherently, face half-hidden by the blankets. He tugs your arm and you greet his beaming face with a scowl. Still, you scoot closer towards him, careful not to spill any of the popcorn and letting him hold you in a way that’s far too close for two people who are definitely not dating.

You both don’t seem to realize that this proximity towards each other tiptoed over the boundaries of being best friends, after all, you’ve subconsciously went over that line way too many times before.

“Maybe this time I’ll be the one to ask questions, hm?” He asks, the teasing edge still there in the way he spoke. 

You scrunched your face in distaste but still agree anyways, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“Is this you telling me not to follow your footsteps? Trust me, pretty baby, I won’t.” He says it with mock sincerity that has you setting the bowl on the coffee table in front of you two and turning towards him to attack him with a pillow.

Soon enough, you both were whacking pillows against each other. Whatever was playing on the TV was quickly forgotten, just a faint sound fading into the background as your shrieks and laughter came. Just two best friends about to go on a not-date the day after this, having a pillow fight.

the not-date;

The four of you find yourselves in an arcade, you and Tooru buzzing with excitement, completely forgetting the existence of Iwaizumi and his date, the former watching you both with and exasperated look and the latter smiling at the childish antics that you two have been displaying ever since you guys met at the cafe. 

Pleasantries jad turned into comfortable conversations over a cup of coffee. You nearly forget the fact that you were there to check if Iwa’s new girl has no intentions of hurting him, luckily, Oikawa didn’t. And every careful question was answered with every bit of honesty you two looked for. And soon enough, the brunette was spilling childhood stories about him, you and Iwa-chan. Giving more detail to Iwaizumi, of course. 

Now you were in an arcade, per Tooru’s suggestion.

Your gaze lands at one particular prize; an alien plushy that has you locking eyes with Oikawa, communicating without words. And then you both were off, buying tokens to use, playing games to get the highest amount of tickets to see who could get the cute little alien first. Iwa sighs upon seeing the both of you take off, g/n’s hand tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie and pulling him somewhere to play a couple of games.

A while has passed since that, and here you were, glaring at the brunette, willing him to flinch a little so he’d miss his shot. He’s been going at the basketball game for a few minutes and what ticked you off was that he never missed. Your gaze travels down to where the machine was dispensing a ridiculous amount of tickets. The beginnings of a frown started forming on your lips.

You cross your arms over your chest, still glaring. He sighs, throwing his final winning shot, and this time you really frown a when more tickets starts getting dispensed from the machine. “That’s cheating.” You huff. He only chuckles in response.

“Sore loser.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he kneels to collect everything.

“I want the plushy.” You told him.

“Better luck next time then, y/n-chan.” He tuts and you resist the urge to kick him.

“Tooru,” He stills when you call him, head turning towards you slowly, hands cupping the tickets as he was knelt down. “I want the plushy.” You repeat, pouting slightly.

He looks at you, blinking once to break his stare, before he turns away, sighing again, “Alright, I’ll be kind. I can’t have you being all sad during the ride back home.” As you beam and thank him, getting on your knees as well just to give him a brief hug from behind, his heartbeat speeds up and he silently prays for you not to notice the red tinge on his ears that gave away how affected he was by you. 

But you notice, you always do. But you stayed quiet, never giving him trouble for it. After all, who were you to talk? Saying he doesn’t have an effect on you would be lying anyway.

The day ends with you clutching a green plushy to your chest and Tooru’s hand slung on your shoulders as you, him, Iwaizumi and g/n walk outside and towards Iwa’s car, already having agreed to send them off and his date before going home as well.

“I had so much fun today with all of you guys!” she grinned and you can’t help but smile back. She was different, you knew it, and you knew you didn’t have to tell Iwaizumi that. With the way he looks at her, you know that he knows she’s really special too.

“Haji talks about you guys a lot, and now that I was able to witness it, I can really tell why you guys are such great friends.”

Tooru’s lips form into a pout. You don’t miss the look of mischief in his brown orbs, and you prepare yourself to smack his head for whatever nonsense he was gonna say, “She’s so nice Iwa-chan! You should try being more like her!” He mutters an ‘ow’ under his breath as your palm comes in contact with the back of his head.

“That really hurt y/n-chan!” He whines and you roll your eyes. You hear Iwa say something along the lines of ‘Well deserved, shittykawa.’ that has a pouty Tooru arguing with him. You take the time for your hand to reach up to where you hit him, hands softly tracing soothing circles on his head, fingers tangled in brown locks. G/n notices this and comments about it,

“You guys look so cute together!”

You nearly choke as you hear those words, eyes blown wide as you stare at Iwa’s date. Tooru rubs soothing circles on your back as you try to process her words. He doesn’t miss a beat, flashing a smile to g/n, “We do, don’t we, pretty?” The nickname brings a weird fluttering to your stomach and causes heat to spread on your cheeks, both feelings you were used to whenever the unusually sweet endearment comes up although you’ve never bothered to know why.

You shake off the odd feeling that has you giddy, and you decide to play along, “I guess we do.” You grin sheepishly. When Tooru’s hand reaches for yours, you make no effort to pull away, instead intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s been really fun guys, I wanna do this again sometime.” She says, bidding you goodbye and seating herself on the front passenger’s seat. Iwa shuts the door behind g/n and you let go of Tooru’s hand, not noticing the frown on his face as you did so. 

Iwaizumi moves towards the door leading to the driver’s seat. He had his hand ready to open the car door when he pauses, “This is your cue to stop being idiots and start dating, it’s really unbearable with all the pining you seem to have no clue you’re doing.” he sighs, opens he door and shuts it again as soon as he was inside.

Iwaizumi had driven off by the time you stop gaping and have finally regained your ability to speak, “I- What?” You ask, dazed by Iwa’s words.

Dating your best friend? The Oikawa Tooru who you grew up with? The same brunette who’s been with you through thick and thin, teasing you and whining along the way. The very guy who’s house you practically considered home. The guy who you shared your problems with and shared his too. Date that guy?

You’ve never really thought of it before, and now that you have, it had your head spinning.

Because it was also that boy who had made you smile no matter what. It was him that caused butterflies in your stomach and heat rushing to your face.

You remember all the times you’ve whined about him to Iwaizumi, complaining about how annoying Oikawa was and how you can’t do anything else but put up with him. Iwa had laughed then, for a reason you didn’t know, and he’d told you, “You know, shittykawa tells me the same thing and I always ask him the same question. Why are you so willing to put up with each other then?”

You weren’t able to answer Iwa’s question.

Maybe you can now.

Your head whips towards Oikawa who just smiles a sickeningly genuine smile that seemed so sweet, an arrow aimed straight to your heart, “Well, you heard him, pretty.” He holds your hand again this time, looking into your eyes as you stared in his brown orbs, ever as soft and sweet as the smile he’s has now. 

“So, when can I take you on a real date? I prefer one where we’re no longer third or fourth wheeling, by the way.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

wherefore art thou, romeo? | an osamu x f!reader one-shot

pairing: osamu miya x f!reader

word count: 6.1k words

contains: a boatload of crack, fluff if you squint, high school setting, more bickering than working on the actual play, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, brief mentions of the romeo and juliet with leonardo di caprio in it

summary: being best friends with the miya twins for years has prepared you for all of their shenanigans but even you’re taken by surprise when osamu, the guy you’ve been in love with for years, nominates you to play juliet for the class play and atsumu to play romeo

a/n: *squints at word count* okay this was supposed to be released in three chapters but i ended up writing all of it in one go and i didn’t know exactly where to separate the chapters so here it goes 

the day started out fairly normal, if fairly normal meant that your two best friends were using your ruler to divide a candy bar accurately into two during homeroom while waiting for the teacher, could be called ‘fairly normal.’ but when those two friends were the miya twins, that’s how normal things got. the teacher arrived a bit later, announcing some reminders about the cultural festival dates, before the time was handed over to the Class President, a guy with glasses and straight black hair that you and your friends just called ‘Mr. President.’

“for the cultural festival, our class, due to majority votes, has decided to put on the play: ‘Romeo and Juliet,’“ Mr. President announced. judging from his cheeky smile, you could tell that he may have had a hand in those ‘majority votes.’ 

“aw, yuck. don’t tell me ya voted for that, y/n,” atsumu nudged you from behind your desk.

“why are you assuming its me?” you grumbled, batting his hand away.

“aw, no crepe cafe then,” osamu said sullenly beside you. your gaze was pulled to him, as it always was. now that the spring inter-high was over, osamu was mostly in his school uniform, not that you minded. his silver hair, that he got in trouble with the principal for, was pushed haphazardly to the side and gleamed in the sunlight.

“now,” Mr. President continued. “what we have to decide on right now is who gets which acting roles and who gets to do the technical jobs.”

“painting sets? painting sets?” atsumu poked you and osamu. 

“hmm, i’d kind of like to work on the lights,” you hummed, already imagining yourself scrolling through your phone and switching on the spotlight once every few minutes. osamu was quiet and you knew he was probably thinking of painting sets too.

“now, is there anyone who’d like to volunteer for playing romeo?” Mr. President asked, surveying the class. “you can also nominate people and--”

osamu abruptly raised his hand up. your eyes widened, wondering if he was going to volunteer. atsumu had the same concern.

“whoa, whoa. don’t tell me yer thinkin’ of playing romeo?” atsumu laughed incredulously.

but that isn’t what osamu did. in full Dramatic Flair, osamu miya pointed at his twin and announced “i nominate miya atsumu to play romeo.”

the laughter in atsumu’s voice died as quickly as the class erupted into murmurs. based on the snatches of conversation you heard, atsumu was going to be wielding a sword and probably wearing tights.

“okay, that’s one nomination for atsumu to play romeo,” Mr. President nodded, writing atsumu’s name on the board. you stifled a giggle as you heard atsumu stand up in his seat behind you.

“wait! wait! i nominate ‘samu to play romeo!” atsumu exclaimed hurriedly. the reaction wasn’t as loud as before and osamu flashed his twin a smug grin. 

“i’ll make sure to get a nice, bright spotlight on you,” you smiled cheekily at him.

“so, we have atsumu-san nominated to play romeo and--”

“i’m not done,” osamu interrupted. “i also nominate y/n to play juliet.” 

if atsumu reacted at a snail’s pace, yours was quite similar to how ketchup fell out of a bottle: none at first, before coming out all at once. within that length of time you spent staring into the void, Mr. President already wrote down your name on the blackboard and proceeded with the rest of the nominations (there weren’t any). the class voted, and you just barely felt someone pat you on the back to congratulate you for the role.

it was right when the decision over the roles was over when you turned slowly towards osamu, who had the audacity to flash a peace sign at you, and whisper ‘what have you done?’

...

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YA NOMINATED US TO PLAY ROMEO AND JULIET!” you and atsumu practically screamed at osamu during lunch break and for the rest of the day until you got to the miya twins’ house, where you spent most of your time, and cracked open the script that Mr. President handed out.

“sheesh, that was hours ago. get over it already,” osamu said, not looking up from the book he was reading: Beginner Techniques in Set Design. you didn’t even think he was reading, just mocking you and atsumu about the fact that he got the awesome job of painting sets. 

“it was hours ago but atsumu and i are stuck with rehearsals for weeks!” you complained.

“not only that, but we’d have ta read shit and memorize shit,” atsumu seethed. “and we know that y/n sucks at that!” 

“hey! i bet i could do better than you!” 

“i don’t think ya can!” 

osamu watched the battle from the top of his book, smiling to himself as you and atsumu quickly got into one of your fights that distracted you from the main reason behind the fight: osamu himself. ‘they’re still just like kids,’ he thought, watching you proceed to trap atsumu in a headlock. 

the three of you had been the best of friends since grade school when you pushed atsumu off a jungle gym and osamu laughed and high-fived you. it was when the three of you were eating breakfast after a sleepover in your first year of high school, when you said that atsumu only had two brain cells and that ‘one was a skater boy, the other said see you later boy’ and osamu laughed so hard he got milk coming out of his house, that he realized he just might be in love with you. 

“so, why didn’t you nominate yourself to play romeo?” suna asked him the next day while they were in the middle of stapling felt stars on a piece of dark blue fabric. like osamu, he was also lucky enough to be put in set design. “i mean, if you like her so much.” 

“because i don’t want to play romeo,” osamu said as-a-matter-of-factly. “and i think making ‘tsumu do it is hilarious.”

“you really do have a one-track mind,” suna hummed and turned around to where atsumu and y/n were already busy working on the scene where romeo and juliet meet.

“ugh i have to kiss her hand?” 

“well, do you want to kiss my foot?” 

“i’d rather kick ya in the face!” 

“you know, i feel like this on its own would make a great play,” suna said, watching the scene. 

“a romeo and juliet where the lovers actually hate each other but their opposing families desperately want to push them into an arranged marriage. sounds pretty neat,” osamu mused.

“okay, why don’t you two take a break, collect yourselves, and then we’ll come back in ten,” Mr. President sighed. at that, you and atsumu quickly stopped quarreling and stalked off in different directions. you headed straight for osamu and suna.

“sometimes i can’t tell who’s the more insufferable one between you two,” you narrowed your eyes at osamu who had the audacity (the only thing he never seemed to run out of) to smile innocently.

“it’s one of life’s greatest mysteries. like, whether the chicken or the egg came first,” suna added. 

“just give it a few weeks. atsumu will soon embrace his fate and you’ll be an amazing juliet,” osamu patted the top of your head. if you weren’t so annoyed with him you would have felt the butterflies in your stomach. except now you just wanted to bite his hand off.

“you know what, i’m going to kita’s later,” you muttered, pulling your phone out to text kita shinsuke, aka your adoptive mother. 

“hmm? why?” osamu asked.

“because he’s the only sane person i know. plus he’ll help me out with my lines,” you explained, sighing with relief when you got a prompt reply from kita.

“oh, well i was planning to buy some convenience store snacks that i saw on sale for when i do homework later,” osamu said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“maybe next time,” you smiled apologetically. “but in the meantime, maybe get your twin over there to memorize his and not fuck up.” osamu looked up at his brother who was holding the script up a few inches from his face.

“you’re right,” osamu agreed. “but, it would also be funny to edit out a few words here and there.” you returned his cheeky grin.

“you read my mind.”

...

“kitaaa what if it means something that osamu chose to make me and atsumu romeo and juliet,” you groaned, face planted on the coffee table in kita’s living room while he peeled tangerines. “like, what if he realized i actually liked him for this long and this is his way of friend-zoning me?”

“osamu’s the kind of person who’d tell you right away if he doesn’t have the same feelings for you,” kita shook his head.

“that means he’s going to reject me soon!” you sat up, planting your hands on the table.”

“y/n, you’re doing it again,” kita gently reminded. “think of it this way, maybe he nominated you to play juliet because he wants to see you as juliet. but he’s not fully ready for the commitment so he nominated atsumu to be romeo.”

“or he just wants to mess with us, which is probably the case,” you chuckled half-heartedly. “maybe i’ll just believe that.”

“or, think of it this way,” kita placed a peeled tangerine into your hand, like the mom friend that he was. “you could use the opportunity to be the best juliet ever, someone that osamu can barely tear his eyes away from.”

“and i can show up atsumu at the same time!” you grinned at the idea. kita sighed.

“you know, i feel like your sheer desire to just beat atsumu at everything may be a hindrance but go on.” 

“yeah, yeah, you lost me at ‘beat atsumu at everything’,” you sang as you cracked open your script. “now help me. i have to memorize all this by tomorrow.” 

...

“i think yer all wondering why i’ve gathered ya here today,” atsumu began.

“we’re... in the volleyball clubroom,” aran spoke slowly.

“which is where we always hang out,” suna added. atsumu raised an eyebrow and a hand to silence them, which sometimes worked.

“i’ve gathered ya guys to form the all-important, top-secret team with only one goal in mind!” atsumu paused for dramatic effect, which suna purposely ruined by coughing. “we’re gonna to get myself out of playing romeo for the class play.” 

“let me guess, whatever it takes?” aran asked, his arms folded.

“whatever it takes!”

and atsumu took that completely seriously. the next day, he gathered aran and suna to the clubroom again to execute his master plan, version 1: operation casting call.

“get it? cause, ya know, i’m part of a cast, and i’ll be showing up in a cast,” atsumu grinned proudly, showing off the roll of bandages that he bought yesterday at a drugstore. 

“okay, first of all: lame pun,” aran sighed. “secondly, that’s not a cast you’re just wrapping your foot in bandages and not encasing it in plaster which i think was what you were originally going for. lastly, do you realize just how many holes your plan has?”

“oh yeah? like what?” atsumu crossed his arms and scoffed.

“like the fact that your twin brother would know whether or not you were injured yesterday,” suna brought up.

“...i’ll jus’ say that i sprained my ankle jus’ now,” atsumu said.

“as if he’s going to believe you,” suna snorted.

“i’m just saying, please ditch this plan before you embarrass yourself,” aran sighed. atsumu felt his face heat up with embarrassment.

“sh-shut up! this plan is gonna work and i’m not gonna play fuckin’ romeo for another day!” atsumu snapped. “now help bind my foot.” 

aran and suna looked at each other. “you’re taking a video of what’s happening later,” aran said while suna nodded.

“i hate ya guys,” atsumu crossed his arms. 

a few minutes later, his foot was all wrapped up thanks to aran and atsumu was propped up on suna as he hobbled into the classroom. with full dramatic flair that he never seemed to run out of, atsumu slid open the door to the classroom.

“Mr. President! sorry to say this but i sprained my ankle!” he cried. everyone inside turned to look at him with you raising an eyebrow at the dubious looking ‘sprained ankle.’ 

“you know, if you spoke like that all the time you’d make a great romeo,” his twin quickly piped up from near the door where he was busy painting a tree.

“shut up ‘samu, ya traitor,” atsumu muttered at him. Mr. President had walked closer and inspected the bound foot.

“osamu, is this true?” he asked.

“w-wha? don’t ya believe me?” atsumu splattered. beside him, suna had already brought out his phone. mad, atsumu pushed himself off his ‘friend’ and tapped his ‘sprained’ foot on the ground. ‘it hurts! see! ow!” atsumu lied.

quick as a flash, osamu kicked atsumu’s good foot, causing him to hop on his ‘sprained’ foot. 

“fuck! ‘samu!” he yelled. 

“well, i guess there’s nothing to worry about,” Mr. President smiled and clapped his hands together. “and atsumu-san, that was a good attempt at acting. i hope you channel that passion into rehearsal today.” 

atsumu could do nothing else but mumble. “yeah, fine...”

...

“i can’t believe atsumu even thought that his plan would work,” you laughed, recounting the events of earlier that day. you were sprawled across the wooden floor backstage the theater your class was going to use for the cultural festival. osamu was right beside you, painting one of the backdrops for the play. 

“i really do think all the brainpower went to me sometimes,” osamu mused as he carefully painted the sky around the white clouds. there was a look of pure concentration on his face that made you think that maybe osamu was quite excited to do the set design for the play. ‘it’s always the things that you don’t really expect him to get into,’ you wondered as you watched him. 

“hey, is this shade of blue a bit too... blue?” he asked, holding the paintbrush to you. you scooted over next to him, grateful for the excuse to be nearer osamu. 

“it could use a bit more white to look more like the sky,” you answered.

“hmm, can you pass me that can of white from over there?” 

“sure, let me just-- hey!”

a splatter of blue paint landed on your nose as osamu swiped his paint brush over it. once again, he had the audacity to snicker as you grabbed the paint brush from him to splatter blue paint over his hair.

“you are so dead, miya osamu,” you narrowed your eyes and grinned at him as you picked up the tube of red paint from beside your knees.

“wait, wait y/n,” osamu laughed and held up his hands in surrender. “that’s red paint right there.” 

“you didn’t seem to have a problem with brushing light blue paint on my nose!” you exclaimed pointing at your face. 

“well, it is a bit of a good look because it brings out your eyes--” he was cut off by you squirting red paint right at his face. slowly, osamu raised a hand to touch the paint on his cheek. “you know, i kind of deserve that.” 

“you definitely do,” you stared down at him with both hands on your hips before bursting out laughing. osamu blinked up at you before joining in the laughter. even with your blue nose, you still looked absolutely radiant. just like how you were earlier during rehearsals as you did your best performance of juliet. you captured everyone’s attention and even atsumu actually made an effort to get to your level.

“come on,” osamu chuckled, standing up and ruffling your hair with the hand that still had red paint on it. “let’s go wash up.” 

the feeling of him ruffling your hair was such an old and familiar gesture that you couldn’t even remember when osamu started doing that. but you could clearly remember everything else you did when you were kids. watching cartoons and mixing different kinds of cereal in the morning, trying to climb up the drainpipes into each other’s rooms, the endless cycle of calling each other names, crying from too much teasing, and saying sorry only to forget two minutes later. 

you watched, head cocked to the side as osamu washed the paint from his face while you dried your hair. he didn’t realize just how much soap he was getting in his eyes and the cute, childishness of it made you giggle.

“what?” osamu looked, or rather, turned his head to you.

“your eyes are going to burn at this rate,” you snickered, stepping over to him and placing your hands under the faucet before gently washing the soap from osamu’s face. you didn’t even realize what you were doing until you were doing it and by then, it was too late. osamu didn’t seem to mind, not even when you used the towel around his neck to pat his face dry.

“there, now you just have a big red stain on your nose,” you laughed nervously as osamu opened his eyes.

“at least it goes with my hair,” osamu snickered, tossing his towel over your head before ruffling it. you felt your face heat up and smiled awkwardly at him in response.

“is this your idea of trying to dry my hair?”

“i think it’s kind of working.”

“it’s not working,” you laughed, taking the towel from him. “but thanks.” you felt your throat tighten with the words you wanted but were too afraid to say. you didn’t know when you started falling for one of your best friends and maybe it was thanks to all the shoujo manga you’ve read for years, but you knew that the best friend and the main character rarely ever got together. 

luckily, it was osamu who said something. “you know, you were pretty good earlier as juliet. i bet ‘tsumu was threatened,” he laughed, lifting his bag and starting to walk towards the school exit. you jogged to catch up to him. 

“no thanks to you though,” you snorted. 

“hey, it’s all for the sake of making memories,” 

“we could have made memories while painting sets,” you huffed. “you know, like more paint fights.” osamu flashed a sideways smile at you.

“we’d have those regardless. i wanted to see you as juliet.” 

you could feel your heart beating loudly in your ears as you forced yourself to think of a million other reasons as to why osamu would say that, only to focus on the single, most probable one that could mean everything you’ve ever dreamed of coming true. “osamu, i--” 

“i can’t believe ya left me!” atsumu exclaimed loudly behind you two, causing you to jump. you turned around just as he slung his arms around both of you and his twin.

“i can’t believe you thought pretending to sprain your ankle would work,” osamu muttered, looking slightly annoyed at his twin.

“shut up! i can’t believe ya’d break my cover! my own brother!”

“i think you two are way past that already,” you snickered, slightly annoyed at atsumu’s sudden appearance but unable to admit that you didn’t miss having him around either.

‘if i never get to confess to osamu, i’ll still have this,’ you thought, with a satisfied smile on your face.

...

“no offense, atsumu, but i think you should just move on from the fact that your plan to get yourself out of playing romeo just isn’t going to work,” suna said, lounging across his friend’s bed and uploading the video he took of atsumu’s ‘master plan’ failing. “just accept your fate, like what romeo did.” atsumu stopped pacing and regarded suna with a raised eyebrow.

“ya read the play?” 

“i read the summary,” suna answered. “at this rate, everyone knows you’re going to be faking some accident.” atsumu made no response and suna realized he needed just one more push. “also, you’re basically losing to y/n.” 

that got atsumu’s attention. “since when did she wanna be juliet anyway?” he muttered. 

just then, the door to their room flew open and in walked a very excited aran carrying a relic from the past, an actual DVD in its case, and a bag from the convenience store.

“yer late,” atsumu scowled at him. 

“yeah, and you didn’t listen to what i said and looked really dumb earlier,” aran said, much to atsumu’s embarrassment. “anyway, i think i have a solution to your woes,” he grinned, presenting the DVD to the two of them.

“what the fuck am i gonna do with movie ‘romeo and juliet?’“ atsumu frowned.

“it’s not just any romeo and juliet movie, it’s the romeo and juliet movie!” aran said enthusiastically. “starring leonardo di caprio!” 

“who now?”

“he’s the guy who didn’t win an oscar for years until the bear movie,” suna explained.

“ooooohhh.” 

“you uncultured shits,” aran sighed. “anyway, atsumu, just accept your fate--” 

“that’s what i’ve been trying to tell him!” 

“... and open your eyes to how awesome it is to play romeo!” aran finished. atsumu looked from the DVD in his friend’s hands, to suna on his bed, and to the bag of convenience store snacks, before sighing and nodding.

“if i decide it’s shit ten minutes in, we’re dropping the movie and yer all gonna tell me i’m right.” 

but he was wrong, oh so wrong. 

just like every middle-aged mom or english literature university student who watched Romeo + Juliet, atsumu was pulled in by leonardo di caprio’s sincere, expressive eyes. he practically swooned at the scene where romeo and juliet met from different sides of the fish tank to that iconic pool kiss, and by the end of the movie, atsumu almost teared up. he tried to hold back his emotions, in the hopes of not looking lame in front of his friends, only to find aran practically sobbing and suna clutching his knees to his chest.

“that was... really fucking beautiful,” atsumu cursed as the credits rolled.

“do you understand now? what it means to play romeo?” aran put a hand on his shoulder.

“do it for leo di caprio, atsumu,” suna added. atsumu sniffed and nodded his head eagerly.

“i will, i’ll do it for leo.”

...

it was a normal day at school, if normal meant you were wearing a blanket wrapped around your waist to make you ‘feel as if you were in costume’ and mixing vending machine coffee and vending machine chocolate milk in styrofoam cups with your best friend who also happened to be the guy you were in love with. that was as normal as thing got when you were best friends with the miya twins.

and that only meant that seeing atsumu come in for rehearsals, with a determined spark in his eyes, and recite every line to utter perfection that you knew william shakespeare himself would be proud of, was just pushing the boundaries of ‘normal.’

that only meant you had to be on your A-game too and before you knew it, you and atsumu had put on your best performance yet. your undying competitiveness and atsumu’s devotion to leonardo di caprio had gone a long way. all throughout that, osamu had a ‘cat-who-just-ate-the-canary’ smile on his face as he watched from the props area.

“you look like you’re going to say ‘all according to keikaku’ at any time,” suna observed. 

“oh, i am saying it in my head,” osamu said, watching you and atsumu onstage. he had hoped for two outcomes: either you were both comically terrible at the play, or that you were slightly mediocre. but a part in his mind knew you would find a way to surprise him. you always did, after all.

yours and atsumu’s performance got everybody in class even more motivated about the play. osamu ended up in a million meetings with the fellow set designers, even learning how to paint trees to look as life-like as possible. although being busy wasn’t enough to distract him from looking at you, especially when dress rehearsals began and you were wearing the most stunning dress that the costume department worked on. meanwhile, atsumu pretty much rehearsed, ate, and slept with his prop sword. 

finally, the big day of the cultural festival came around. despite the fact that you utterly loathed having to play juliet at first, you couldn’t help but feel proud at how far you’ve come. 

“hey, maybe i should just go to acting school or something,” you joked, sitting beside osamu and smoothing your dress over your legs which dangled over the side of the stage.

“you’ll run home crying after you hear any sort of criticism,” osamu snorted.

“mean! i deal with criticism really well!” you pouted. osamu raised an eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes. “you know i was joking. the fact that i haven’t received any acceptance letters from the universities i applied to is kind of making me crazy.” 

“so, is the fact that you’re playing a fourteen year-old girl who has to hide her love from her entire family before later killing herself a good way of escaping?” osamu asked.

“yeah, that and watching atsumu’s surprising transformation,” you snickered, turning around to watch atsumu and suna horsing around onstage. or rather, it was just suna from one end of the stage tossing chocolate chips at atsumu who was attempting to catch them with his mouth. 

“i asked suna and aran about what changed but their lips are tightly sealed,” osamu shrugged. “i like to think that he hit his head somewhere.” 

“well, he’s going to hit his head some time during the day at the rate he’s going right now,” you said, watching atsumu laugh and choke at the chocolate in his mouth. it was funny at first, until you noticed that atsumu kept on coughing.

“osamu,” you quickly tapped his twin. osamu turned around and immediately rushed over to his brother who was now turning a bright shade of red. 

“oh my god, were there peanuts in that chocolate?” you asked. atsumu let out a gasp and nodded his head.

“i’ll go get his meds,” osamu quickly jogged off only to be replaced by a very concerned Mr. President. “someone get him some water!” 

“i never thought atsumu-san was allergic to nuts. is it serious?” he asked, handing you his water bottle which you opened and quickly gave to atsumu who was now sitting down on the floor.

“well, it’s mostly rashes and an itchy throat but as long as he takes his medicine, he’ll be fine,” you shook your head. 

two allergy tablets, an apology from suna, and a long explanation later, atsumu was lying down in the nurse’s office with the swelling noticeably reduced. “unfortunately, he’d have to sit out the rest of the play so that the reaction completely subsides,” the nurse told you, osamu, and Mr. President. you sighed and regarded atsumu with hands on your hips.

“you thought they were chocolate-covered raisins, didn’t you?”

atsumu didn’t say anything except: “i’m sorry leo di caprio.”

“this is the absolute worst time for this to happen,” Mr. President sighed as he addressed your classmates backstage. “there’s only thirty minutes before showtime and our romeo is out of commission. anyone have any bright ideas?”

“does anyone else here vaguely know atsumu’s lines?” you asked around. “someone who read the script?” instead, you were met with silence. as much as you wanted for some miracle to happen and for the show to go on because you genuinely did want to play juliet, putting up a half-assed play with one of the two main characters gone wasn’t going to look good either.

you sucked in a deep breath, preparing yourself to make the call, but osamu, who had noticed your expression earlier, stepped forward. you looked at him with wide eyes and just caught him glance at you before addressing mr. president.

“i can step in for romeo.” 

“osamu...?” you asked. 

“i haven’t really read the script but i’ve heard atsumu rehearsing by himself often enough to pick up a few lines,” osamu rubbed the back of his head, already feeling nervous. 

“also, twin-sense,” suna piped up. “you know, your psychic connection between twins?”

osamu nodded his head slowly. “yes, that too.”

“alright, alright,” mr. president nodded his head. “well, i guess that’s better than nothing and osamu can fit into atsumu’s costume too. if you can, use these thirty minutes to read as much of the script as possible.” 

“got it,” osamu nodded. and with that, everyone resumed preparations and you were pulled into the dressing room to get your hair and make-up done. when you emerged, osamu was sitting on the floor against the far side of the backstage, bent over a copy of the script and muttering in concentration.

“hey,” you greeted, sitting down beside him. he was already dressed in his costume: a white, long-sleeved shirt with golden buttons and some tassels on the shoulders. his hair was also combed back with a few strands falling across his forehead.

“god, i can’t believe atsumu memorized all this shit,” osamu shook his head and looked up at you only to stop short. he had seen you about a million times in your juliet costume but with the make-up and your hair arranged so elegantly, you looked absolutely breath-taking.

“something wrong?”

“i... i’m just panicking about having to play romeo all of a sudden,” he blinked.

“i know. scary, isn’t it?” you nodded. “i... you didn’t have to though. i’m pretty sure everyone was ready to throw in the towel.” 

“and waste all my hard work painting sets?” osamu raised an eyebrow at you. “no way.” you tossed your head back and laughed.

“well, if you put it that way...” you nodded and smiled bravely. “the show will be fine. if you forget a line, just improvise. the most important thing is channeling the emotion.” 

“i think i can do that,” osamu smiled and reached a hand out to you. “to the best show ever?”

you grinned and shook his hand. “to the best show ever.”

...

the show was a complete disaster. as much as osamu did try to recite atsumu’s lines completely from memory, it was as if everyone was thrown off their game throughout the entire play. cues for special effects were forgotten (someone accidentally turned on a smoke machine during the first scene), props were misplaced (the actor for Tybalt was using a footlong hotdog against osamu’s prop sword), and there were more than a few times when someone missed their lines. at one point, you ended up reciting Team Rocket’s iconic spiel after the line ‘a rose by any other name is just as sweet.’ but, despite everything being a shitshow, it still ended up being overall entertaining. the audience laughed through most of the obvious fails and that caused the actors to loosen up just a bit. 

and it was osamu who ended up spearheading the comedic aspect of your ‘romeo and juliet’ play. from his dry, deadpan delivery of the very emotional lines, to his small inserts and side-comments about the play itself. you even had to stop yourself from laughing at times. but if you and atsumu were amazing at playing the scripted ‘romeo and juliet’, you and osamu were complete naturals when it came to improvising. 

“i don’t know if this is a success by conventional definitions,” Mr. President addressed everyone backstage as soon as the play was over. “but... we sure did make everyone out there laugh.” 

“and i consider that a win!” atsumu cheered beside you. he was looking much better, still with a bit of rashes though and his voice kind of heavy from the medicine. “kind of sad that i didn’t get to play romeo though,” he whispered at you.

“that’s alright. i channeled you in spirit,” osamu patted his twin’s shoulder.

“like hell ya did! i couldn’t believe ya used the dagger to kill yerself at the end,” atsumu argued.

“right?? i had to be all ‘oh romeo, you must have forgotten to use the poison you brought in your pocket!’” you recalled.

“i see dagger, i use dagger,” osamu reasoned. “wait, that’s ‘Macbeth’ isn’t it?”

“in a nutshell,” you shrugged.

“ugh, i’ve had enough of nuts for a day, don’t even mention it,” atsumu groaned, pushing away from the two of you and wandering off to the snack table that your classmates prepared.

“damn, i had more puns up my sleeve,” you sighed, watching him leave. 

“you’ll find a time to use them, don’t worry,” osamu reassured you. “in the meantime... do you want to, get out of here first? explore the rest of the cultural festival?” you felt your face flush but nodded nonetheless.

“i’m sure no one will notice the main characters of their cast go missing,” you grinned. “let’s get out of here, romeo.” 

when osamu meant ‘let’s check out the cultural festival’, he really meant buying a bunch of snacks from the stalls set up all around the school. but then again, that’s what he did all the time. soon enough, the two of you were sitting on the rooftop with your prized horde. 

“thank god i don’t have some weirdass nut allergy like tsumu. that’s definitely evidence that i got the stronger genes,” osamu said, biting into a crepe he just bought. “also the fact that he didn’t check that chocolate-covered nuts packet.” 

“i still feel sorry for him. he worked really hard to play romeo well,” you sighed. 

“hey, i tried to play my part seriously. well... sometimes.” 

“you did nail the whole ‘yearning for my love juliet’ part right,” you grinned, remembering the surprise at seeing the tenderness and longing on osamu’s face as he recited romeo’s lines about being in love with juliet. ‘well, that’s something for me to daydream about for the rest of my life you,’ you thought.

that was until osamu said “well, it’s good practice for when i actually confess to someone.” 

confess to someone.

‘does that mean, all this time? he’s liked someone?’ you felt your stomach drop. you’ve never known osamu to be expressive when it came to people he had feelings for. were you just ignoring all the signs? was--

“it’s you, idiot,” osamu sighed. 

“wait, what?” you looked at him with wide eyes. osamu sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.

“you know, i was thinking of a more suave way to say this but you looked like how you did earlier when you were supposed to be engaged to tybalt,” he chuckled. “so, i put two and two together for the first time. you’re the one i like, y/n.”

it was the moment you’ve been waiting for for so long, and yet the only thing you could come up with was “haha, cool.” 

in response, osamu stared at you long and hard before taking another bite out of his crepe. “i think your brain is fried,” he muttered through a mouthful of crepe.”

“hold on, hold on,” you held a finger up, finally coming back to your senses. “you had a crush on me and also the audacity to make me juliet and have your twin brother as romeo?”

“i thought you’d be really cool as juliet but i didn’t want to go through the work of being romeo,” osamu said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “obviously it backfired but--”

“that’s called karma, osamu,” you pointed an accusing finger at him. “if you think i’m going to let you off easy i’m--” 

you were cut off by osamu’s lips meeting yours and the taste of whipped cream and strawberry on your tongue. your brain short-circuited, trying to think of a way to describe this situation other than ‘haha, cool’ again. osamu, sensing your brain waves, pulled you even closer with a hand on your cheek.

“are you going to let me off now?” he raised an eyebrow at you after you parted. you smirked.

“i’ll have to think about it.” 

“yeah?” osamu mumbled, his smirk matching yours. “what else do i need to do?” you leaned forward before taking a bite out of the crepe in his hands. you chewed while grinning at the surprised look on osamu’s face.

“now we’re even.”

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[damnzawa]

Hi! For your AU fest, can I request a afterlife! bakugou x reader x Todoroki, where bakugou used to date the reader but towards the end he kind of mistreated her. Reader dies and Todoroki is some sort of death god/spirit who falls in love with her! Bakugou feels really guilty and fights his way into the underworld for you. Then reader picks one! (up to you haha) sorry this is kinda long! Thank you so much! 😊

FIRST LOVE — T. SHOUTO

Note(s): oh wow,, a new post ?? congratulations me! anyways, i’ve been mia lately due to animal crossing so please pardon my lack of new posts. i’ll try my best to finish all the requests before school starts! enjoy :)

Warning(s): Lil angst i think,, also King Explosion Murder is your ex lol

—

In all the years you lived on Earth, you’ve hardly experienced love. Years and years, you’ve been asking yourself, what was your fault? What was the sin you committed that gave you a bad karma like that?

All those years and not a single drop of love was given to you. Of course you grew used to it, but still, you yearned for it. You craved for it. So much that you were desperate for someone, anyone, to show it to you.

It was that desperation that led you to your ex-husband, Bakugo Katsuki.

He was kind in his own way, fiery, feisty. He did things his way and didn’t let anybody get on his way. Maybe it was his looks or that damn personality of his that made you fall. But nonetheless, falling for Bakugo Katsuki was the biggest mistake of your life.

He was cruel. Menacing. Cold. He wasn’t the man you pictured him to be. What he first showed you was only a facade, a mask to cover what he truly is: a monster.

In all the years you lived on Earth, you’ve never really felt love. Not from your parents, siblings, nor from the husband you cherished with your whole heart. So, it was ironic that when you finally left the face of the Earth that you finally felt it.

You feared death. You dreaded the time when your heart stops beating and you stop breathing. You hated the silence that came afterwards. Everything about death was bad. Until you realized that your death was the beginning of something new. Something beautiful. It wasn’t the end. It was only just a beginning of a new chapter.

The man in front of you was different from Bakugo Katsuki. He wasn’t aggresive nor have anger issues. If anything, he seems like an empty shell. A hollow and broken one at that. But despite that, despite the cold feeling in his heart, he showed you love. He gave you all of his love. Even if it meant none was left for himself.

Todoroki Shouto was the God of Death. Yet despite his title, he wasn’t as menacing as it sounds. In fact, he’s soft. He wasn’t the living demon you expected him to be, he was so much more than that. He was your saviour. And he was also the one who made you experience what love is.

But it made you feel guilty. Was love supposed to make you feel guilty? It was sad. Love was never supposed to be sad. (Or so you think.)

It was sad because the love wasn’t mutual.

“It’s ok, Y/n.” He said in his usual soft voice but the look in his eyes betrayed his voice. He was hurt. Deeply. Of course he was. It was the first time he loved someone and he was rejected. “I’ll wait for you. And when the time comes, I’ll be here for you.”

“Shouto.” You placed a hand on his cheek to which he happily leaned into. “Don’t. Don’t do this to yourself.”

“Do what?”

“Love yourself before you can love someone else, Shouto.” You smiled sadly at him. “And when that time comes, I’ll be happy to accept your affections.” Your hand left his face, making him frown. The warmth it left on his face was slowly disappearing. “Besides, I, myself am not ready yet. You know this Shouto.”

He sighed and nodded. He respected your decision and frankly, you were right. It seemed that you’ll be practicing what you preached too. So, it made him a bit glad.

You and Todoroki stayed friends, even after the rejection. Honestly, you expected him to leave, shut the door on your face, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed with you, the both of you finally learning to love yourselves first before others. He stayed with you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health. He stayed with you through all the bad and good times, as you did with him, and for the first time in forever, you were finally ready.

You were about to say it. Those words that Todoroki wanted to hear. You opened your mouth to say something when suddenly a commotion was heard in the distance. A very familiar one.

“Let me see her! Fucking damnit! Get out of my way extras!” You felt you heart drop at the voice. It was him. Bakugo Katsuki.

“Y/n. Stay here.” Todoroki instructed you but it was too late. Your feet moved on instinct and started running towards Bakugo. You didn’t know why but hearing him made you want to see him badly, for some reason. You didn’t know why but somehow, you forgot about Todoroki for a second.

Katsuki.

Katsuki.

Katsuki... died?

Arriving at the scene, your breath hitched once your eyes fell on a certain angry blond. It was him, in the flesh. Standing there with that trademark scowl of his.

“Shut up dumbfucks! I don’t fucking care!” You were about to approach him when a hand found it’s way on your shoulder. Glancing back, you saw Todoroki with a worried expression on his face. He wasn’t worried about your well-being though. He was worried you’d leave him for Bakugo.

“Shouto. It’s ok.” You flashed him a smile, as if to reassure him that everything will be fine. “It’ll be done in a jiffy.”

Removing Todoroki’s hand from your shoulder, you approached Bakugo, who instantly calmed down at the sight of you.

“Katsuki.”

“Y/n.” Bakugo teared up and immediately hugged you. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you, you goddamn extra! I even made a deal with some of the fuckers above just to meet you!”

“Katsuki-“

“I know I’ve been fucking cruel to you. I’m not the best at this shitty things. But, come with me, Y/n. We’ll start again. I promise I’ll be better.” Your mouth went agape at the amount of emotions Bakugo Katsuki gave off. Regret. Grief. Sadness. Despair. Love. It shocked you to the core.

“Katsuki.” You called him once you recovered from the shock. “Go home.” This time it was Bakugo’s turn to be shocked.

“What the fuck? What do you mean?”

“Go home, Katsuki. I don’t want to.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to?”

“Katsuki, have you considered my emotions when you planned all of this? Have you thought about what I would feel?” His silence gave you the answer you needed. “See? I’m tired of this, Katsuki. I don’t want this anymore.”

—

Todoroki hasn’t seen you for weeks ever since the Bakugo incident. He was worried about you. Were you ok? Were you eating well? Were you sleeping ok?

Heavens, he just wanted to know you’re ok.

“Shouto.” Your voice snapped him out of his train of thoughts. Todoroki immediately stood up from his throne and engulfed you in a hug. He felt relieved. Glad that you were ok. Glad that you were here. Glad that you didn’t leave him.

“Someone missed me.” You joked, but you both knew it was true. In all honesty, you missed him too. But you needed the time to figure things and your feelings out.

“You suddenly left without a note. Of course I’d miss you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You needed time.”

“Even so, I worried you.”

“It’s ok.” Todoroki gave you a small smile. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“Hey Shouto. Remember the question you asked me?”

“Hmm? Of course I do. It makes me cringe everytime I think about it.”

—

What happened? What the fuck happened? One second you felt flames engulf your body then the next you were lying on a boat. Boat to where? You didn’t know. But it was giving you the creepy vibes for sure.

Upon further inspection, you spotted a few boats nearby, all headed at the same direction as you. The people in it were just as confused as you were. Where were you exactly? And what happened?

After what seemed like eternity, you finally reached the shore. You reluctantly stepped out of the boat and took a quick look at your surroundings. It was foggy, overall looking like a horror movie. Oh my God, were you gonna die?

“You already did.” A voice interrupted to you. You turned around and saw a dual hair colored boy, infront of you. His answer confused you. You already what?

“You already died.” What? Your face paled at that. Then suddenly, memories of you being trapped in your burning home came flashing back. Oh God. Oh God. You really are dead.

But why aren’t you covered in burns?

“It’s just that.”

“Ok, stop reading my mind.” You glared at the man infront of you. “Who are you anyways?”

“My name is Todoroki Shouto, and I am the God of Death.” If your face went pale earlier, it went pale-r than before. Did you just talk back to the fucking God of Death? Oh shit, oh shit.

“Yes, you did.” You glared at him. “But I don’t mind. Just answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Do you want to be my wife?” You choked at that. What the fuck? Was he for real? You just barely met the guy! You were sure he doesn’t know you too!

“Yes, that’s true.” He replied to your thoughts. “Let’s get to know each other then.”

Was it possible to kill the God of Death?

—

“You were clueless back then.” You giggled. “And honestly, you still are.”

“I’m offended.” Todoroki replied, but the smile on his face grew at your remarks.

“Good. I want you to be.” You joked. “But jokes aside, is that offer still on the table?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna be my husband?” You asked him with a grin on your face.

“Sure, I guess.”

“You guess?!”

Bakugo Katsuki was your past, and now Todoroki Shouto was your present and possibly your future.

[stellarstarwarsimagines]

Lie For Me 

Pairing - Modern!Ben Solo x Reader

Summary - Ben Solo’s relationship with you has never been great. Something about the two of you didn’t mesh well. Now though, Ben needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend at a party where a major job opportunity for you will be. Is having to put up with him all night worth it?  

Word Count - 6,791 (Once again, this was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings - Language (P.S. if you guys want more of this let me know. I have ideas)

“Place your bets!” 

“One hour!” 

“Ten minutes!” 

“I’m going for an hour and a half.” 

“You guys are terrible. I’m betting on the whole night.” 

You scowled at the people you were supposed to call your friends. “Thank you Rose, for being the only one with faith in me.” 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, turning to everyone else in the car, “and the rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves.” 

“Hey, we have faith in you.” Poe spoke up from the front seat. “We just don’t have faith in the two of you together.” 

Almost as if there had been some unspoken signal between you and the man sitting beside you, you both turned to each other at the same time, matching looks of displeasure on your faces. 

“Come on guys, can’t you see how in love they are?” Rey asked, unable to hold back her giggles. 

With a flick of your thumb you hit your best friend in the back of the head with the gum wrapper you had used. 

“Oh, that is so gross,” She gasped in outrage, throwing it back at you. 

You ducked in time for it to hit the window, bounce off, and hit Ben in the shoulder. The look on his face had you biting your lip so you didn’t laugh out loud. “You’re not going to do that tonight are you?” He asked, picking up the gum like it was an annoying bug that had flown onto his shirt and tossing it in the cupholder beside him. 

“So what if I am?” You crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowing at him. “You could stand to loosen up a bit, Solo.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be making a good impression? Not acting like a child.” He replied, his fingers tapping his thighs. 

That stung a little. 

“Oh, come on Ben, you know Han’s going to love her.” Poe spoke up from the front. 

“That’s not a high praise.” Ben replied, rolling his eyes as his gaze turned back to the window, watching as the group approached the museum.

You stuck your tongue out at him. 

To this day, you still weren’t sure what the inciting incident had been that triggered the dislike between Ben Solo and you. From the moment Rey had introduced the two of you, there seemed to be a tension between you and Ben. It might’ve been because both of you considered her your best friend, the fact that the two of you had very different views on about everything, or according to your friends, the stubbornness that you both exhibited. Either way, no matter what you said about having faith, the evening was going to be a struggle. Why? 

Because you had to pretend to be dating each other. 

The idea had started as a joke. Or at least that’s what you thought when Ben Solo had come knocking on your door, but it became clear from the uncomfortable look on his face that it wasn’t. Apparently his parents had become very concerned about his bachelorhood while he overworked himself, and because of that, had been setting him up with woman after woman, much to his dismay. He wanted them off his back, and there was only one way to do that. Considering other than Rey, you were the only single woman he knew, the choice was obvious. 

You had almost shut the door in his face then before he told you where you would be going. This was your chance. A chance you had been waiting years for to put yourself out there and get noticed by the right people. After chasing your dreams for so long, you couldn’t in good conscience turn it down. Even if it meant being stuck by Ben Solo’s side all night. 

Besides, all of your friends would be going and there was free food with an open bar. 

“Here we are!” Poe announced, sounding far too excited as he almost hopped out of the driver’s seat. 

A little sigh left your lips, and you heard a matching one from beside you. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“Try not to sound so enthusiastic, honey.” You said in the sweetest tone you could muster, a fake smile on your face. 

Ben had started to climb out of the car, difficult due to his extreme tallness, but at your words he turned back around, pointing his finger. “We’re not doing nicknames.” 

“But nicknames are essential to the plot, darling.” You said. Honestly, you loved riling him up. It was way too easy and too much fun. 

He glowered at you. “You’re infuriating.” 

You put your hands on his broad shoulders, shoving him out of the way as you climbed out of the car. “Sorry I’m not such a ray of sunshine like you.” You snapped. 

Ben opened his mouth, no doubt ready to get into the usual argument when Finn yelled out, “hey Han and Leia!” 

It was like he flipped a switch. You were startled when Ben slipped his arm around your waist, tucking you close to his side as he turned in the direction that Finn was looking, the most pained fake smile you had ever seen on his face. After a couple of seconds the smile turned to a frown as your friends burst into laughter. “Hilarious.” Ben said, turning back to them and immediately dropping his arm from around you. 

“It was pretty good wasn’t it?” Finn said, his arm slung around Poe’s shoulder as they both laughed. 

Rolling your eyes, you took a deep breath and turned back to face Ben, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “If this is going to work, we have to stop arguing.” 

“You’re the one who -” At your pointed look, he let out a sigh. “You’re right.” 

As a testament to being committed to this deal, you didn’t point out that it was the first time that he had ever said that you were right. “We can do this. We can get your parents to back off, and maybe I’ll leave tonight with a better job.” 

Ben nodded. 

And because you couldn’t resist a quip, you spoke again, “and maybe try not to look like you’re in desperate need of a toilet every time you have to touch me.” 

He glared at you. 

“Okay, okay, sorry, last one,” you turned back to the stairs you friends were currently waving at the two of you from. “I’m ready.” You started up the stairs without him, proud of yourself for not even pausing when you felt Ben’s hand on the small of your back. 

God had his hands always been so large? It felt like he was covering up almost all of your back with his touch. You couldn’t think of a single person you had ever met that had hands that big. Could he break a Guinness world record? You were shaken from your thoughts as you both reached the door, and he reached forward to open it for you. Surprised, but pleased, you gave him a weak smile as you headed inside. “I’ve - uh, I’ve got to go sign us in.” He told you, nodding his head over to the booth near the entrance. “You can stay here.” 

You nodded, smoothing down the edges of your dress. You had worried at first that it would be too much. It had a deep v neckline that without some tape could have been a great attention grabber, and was long sleeved in a dark crimson. It almost brushed the ground when you walked, so you had to wear heels, but the flare at the waist hit you so perfectly you had to get it. Not to mention you loved the slit on the side that showed off a leg you had worked out very hard for. You knew you looked great which was important because everything had to be perfect tonight. It had to be. 

Which is why you had a moment of panic as someone stumbled into you, and you had to regain your balance before disaster could strike. Thankfully, the stranger grabbed your arm, pulling you back upright. “Geez Kid, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. There’s too many damn people in here.” 

 He wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t move a few steps forward without running into someone. “It’s all right. No harm done.” You looked up at the man. He was older, with disheveled gray hair, but a delightful smile. You were sure back in the day he had no problems charming the ladies. “I’m not sure how they’re going to fit all of us in that hall. Are there normally this many people here at these things?” 

The man grinned at you. “More. Your first one?” 

A faint flush fell on your cheeks. “That obvious?” 

“Eh, you’re not walking around with your nose in the air so I assumed.” He said. 

That made you laugh. “Is that a thing? You would think the alcohol would loosen everyone up a bit.” 

“Not this watered down stuff.” He told you. “So what brings you to the party anyway?” 

Here it goes, if you can convince this stranger, his parents couldn’t be that hard. “Oh, I’m here with my boyfriend -”

And suddenly, he was beside you. “Hey, Dad.” Ben said in a strained tone. 

Your eyes widened as you glanced back and forth between the two. This was Han Solo? He was not at all what you expected. Nowhere to be found was the sourness and serious side of Ben Solo. Instead this man looked genuinely pleased to see his son. “Hey Kid, it’s good to see you. Now where’s this date of yours? Just to let you know, your Mom has a backup one in case you were lying -”

Once again, you had to fight back a laugh. Seemed Leia Organa was nothing if not thorough. 

“Seems you’ve already met her.” Ben said stiffly, wrapping an arm around you. It was a little awkward because of how tense he was, but you went with it, turning into him. 

“This is your Dad?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows before putting on your best smile. “Sorry, he doesn’t ever show me pictures or anything.” You held out your hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

Han was surprised, that was easy to see. It was clear that his family hadn’t expected him to actually show up with a date. In a moment though he returned your smile and handshake. “It’s nice to meet you too. I guess we need to introduce you to the missus, huh?” 

“I’d love to meet her.” You said with sincerity in your tone. After meeting Ben’s dad, you couldn’t help but be curious. Would she be as different as Han was? 

“Come on then. Last I saw her, she was over there talking to some Senator.” He told us, nodding to an area behind where we were standing, gesturing us along. As he passed Ben, you saw him grasp his shoulder, and were pretty sure you heard the words, “good job kid,” whispered to him. 

Your suspicions were confirmed by Ben rolling his eyes. 

As soon as Han’s back was turned, you tugged on Ben’s tie, trying to get him to bend down since there was no way you could whisper in his ear from here. He didn’t take the hint. “Ow, what the hell?” He said, looking down at you and rubbing his neck. 

“Why do you have to be such a freaking tree?” You hissed at him. “Ben, you need to loosen up!” 

“What the tie?” He asked, clearly confused. 

You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to lose it. “No, not the tie! You’re acting like a robot which I get is your default, but we’re supposed to be dating. You have to pretend you’re comfortable with me!” 

“Easier said than done.” He snapped. 

“Do you want me to go? Let your Mom put you with the backup date she brought you? Because I’m sure you’ll love getting to know her all night with watered down alcohol.” You threatened. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll try.” Ben said quickly, and you felt him take a deep breath against your side as you approached a beautiful brunette woman with her hair in an intricate updo in a gorgeous white gown. 

“Ben,” she said with a fond smile, the very definition of warmth in her gaze as she looked at him, holding her arms out to embrace him. 

With a grudging smile, you watched Ben embrace his mother. “Mom. How are you?” He asked, pulling away from the hug rather soon to wrap his arm back around your waist. 

It was lower this time, his large hand resting on your hip, and you were pleased to no longer feel the tenseness in his arm. He almost did seem relaxed. If not for the rigidness of his jaw. His mother and father seemed too distracted by your presence to notice though. “Oh, you know, the usual. Is this your date?” 

Ben introduced you as his girlfriend, and man if that wasn’t the last thing you had ever expected to hear out of Ben Solo’s mouth. The smile on his mom’s face when he said it was so genuine and pleased that it kind of hurt that you were having to lie about it. “I can’t wait to learn all about you at dinner.” She said, “and how you two met of course.” Leia added, gesturing to the two of you. 

“Oh, it’s such a great story.” Seemed your meddling friends had caught up with you at last, Poe popping up between the two of you and wrapping his arms around you both, pulling you and Ben so close you would have knocked heads if you were anywhere near his height. “It should be a book.” 

Cursing Poe in your head, you turned to look at Ben and give him a smile, hoping it was convincing, shaking your head. “It’s not that interesting. We just -” 

“Oh, don’t settle yourself short guys. It’s great.” Rey interrupted, giving Han and Leia her own greeting. 

“Well either way, I’d love to hear it.” Leia said. “Let’s go find our seats, this thing is about to start soon anyway.” 

When Han and Leia turned away and headed inside, you all held back as Rey and Poe burst into giggles. “I’m officially denouncing any friendship with any of you. Except Rose, who is an angel.” You hissed. 

“Agreed,” Ben said. 

“Wait a minute,” Finn said, making everyone pause. “Did they just agree on something?” 

“Are we witnessing History?” Poe added. 

“Or is this a dream?” Rey added. 

“Could be either.” Finn said, shrugging his shoulders. “Ow!” He said as Rose smacked his arm. 

Ben turned away from them, annoyance clear on his face as he tugged you along after his parents. 

As you walked with him, ignoring your friends behind you, a thought struck you. You were pretty sure that was the first time that you and Ben Solo had ever agreed on something. 

--------------------

 Dinner turned out not to be that bad. There were some similarities between Ben and his parents, but it wasn’t what you had expected. Leia Organa was one of the most intelligent women that you had ever met in your life. The way she talked about her work and some of the things she had accomplished left you in awe. Ben had gotten that drive from her, that was for sure. Because as much as the two of you didn’t get along, you couldn’t deny that he was one of the smartest and most driven people you had ever met. 

Han Solo, on the other hand, was a whole different story. He was entertaining, regaling the whole table with stories of various adventures he had been on while traveling the world. He was so easy to talk to, and while Ben didn’t carry that same trait, the confidence that he displayed was a hidden characteristic that his son sometimes showed. 

You didn’t understand how Ben could seem to dislike spending time with them so much. 

The dessert portion had just been laid out on your table when the question you had been dreading started. “So . . . you and Ben. How did it start? Did you like each other from the beginning?” 

Poe let out a snort that you kicked him hard under the table for. “Ow!” He said, glaring at you. 

You could have sworn for the briefest moment Ben, who was sitting next to you, flashed a grin as he took a sip from his drink. 

“Not exactly . . .” You finally answered. 

“That’s one way to put it. These two were constantly at each other’s throats.” Finn spoke up. 

Your glare turned to Finn, but this didn’t seem to phase Leia and Han. 

“That’s the way to do it kid. Your mom hated me at first too, and then you turn on the charm. Hate isn’t so far from love you know, right Leia?” Han said. 

You choked on the sip of your wine you had taken while Ben rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache. “Dad,” he groaned. 

Leia gave her husband a slap on the arm, “That’s not how it happened, Han.” 

Han shot her an incredulous look. “Oh really? Then tell me, how did it happen?” He asked. 

It was kind of adorable. They way they argued with each other with so much love in their eyes. Your attention was pulled from their quarrel when Ben leaned close to you and whispered in your ear. “Your guest of honor is sitting at that table over there, and she’s alone. Want me to make an introduction?” 

You looked over to where Ben was talking about and felt your heart rate pick up dramatically. Here it was. Your one chance to get what you had been working so hard for. The whole reason you had wanted an invitation to this night in the first place. When you looked back at him, you were sure that the panic in your eyes was visible. 

He looked utterly confused. “Why do you look so freaked out?” He whispered. “I thought this was why you wanted to come?” 

“Maybe I look so freaked out because I am freaked out.” You whispered back, but the words didn’t have your usual bite to them. “This might be my one chance, and I could blow it all right now.” 

Ben rolled his eyes before standing up and interrupting his parents who were still arguing. “Mom, Dad, we’ll be back.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your seat so fast you stumbled after him. 

“Solo, what the actual hell, stop!” Your panic only grew the closer you came to the table. You tried to yank your hand away from his, but it was pointless. He had too strong of a grip. “I can’t do this!” You hissed at him. 

He abruptly stopped and turned around, causing you to almost run into him. He didn’t move away though, even as your bodies brushed each other. “Yes you can, because if you don’t, you’re going to regret it, and we’ll look stupid walking over here for nothing. So get it together.” 

You hated him. You hated him so fucking much. Mostly because you knew he was right. You had to get it together. You would regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t, and you’d have no one to blame but yourself. 

Ben seemed to sense your resolve when you took a deep breath, finally letting air fill your lungs. “Are you ready?” 

Nodding, because you weren’t sure you trusted your voice yet, you let him lead you over to the table where she was sitting. 

“Ms. Holdo.” Ben said, grabbing the woman’s attention. 

“Ben! I can’t believe Leia managed to talk you into coming. It’s good to see you.” She said, standing up and letting Ben give her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. 

“Well, I thought it might be a good opportunity to introduce them to my girlfriend.” Ben said with a soft smile in your direction before introducing you.

Heat flushed to your cheeks as her attention turned to you, and she repeated your name. “I’ve heard of you. You’ve done some great work in the City.” She said, looking pleased. 

“I have?” You squeaked, then cleared your throat as you heard Ben snort, which he managed to turn into a cough. “I mean thank you. It’s nothing compared to what you guys do, but I try.” 

She waved off your compliment, and then gestured to the chairs beside her. “It’s just the job, but come sit down, I want to hear all about what you did last month. I read about it, and it sounded so interesting.” 

You were sure you were beaming like a crazy person, but sat down anyway, with Ben sitting beside you. 

Conversation flowed easily, and to your shock, Ben was a big help with that. He smiled and spoke and was polite. Not to mention charming. You had never seen this side of him, and you found that you didn’t hate it. You were distracted from your thoughts though when Ms. Holdo spoke up. “You know, we had a big opening come up, and your name was tossed around. We thought you were happy with your current position.” 

Trying not to let your utter excitement spill out, you simply shrugged your shoulders. “I think it would be closed minded of me to not be looking for opportunities to grow. Working with you would definitely be one of those.” 

She smiled then turned her attention to Ben, patting his hand. “You’ve got a good one here Ben.” She told him before turning back to me. “You give us a call Monday morning, and we’ll see about getting you in for an interview. Sound good?” 

“That sounds great.” You replied, still in disbelief that this moment was happening. 

“Wonderful. Now, I’m sorry to leave you two here, but I have to go meet with another friend of mine who owes me a drink.” When she stood up, the two of you did too. “It was great seeing you Ben, and I’ll be expecting a phone call from you.” She added to you. 

After you all said your goodbyes, and she was safely out of earshot, you turned to Ben, a huge smile on your face, and couldn’t help yourself. You threw your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He went stiff almost instantly, but after you didn’t pull away, you felt him relax and return your hug with loose arms. When you looked up at him, you noticed a little smile on his own face. “You did good.” He told you. 

“Only after you made me get my shit together. I owe you one, Solo.” You said. 

His attention had been caught elsewhere though, and an exasperated look overtook him. “Yeah, I think you’re about to have to pay up on that one.” 

Confused, you turned to face where Ben was looking to find Han and Leia making their way over to the two of you. You hadn’t even realized the two of you were still hugging until Leia pointed it out. “Good! You two look ready to dance, come on.” 

“Dance?” You squeaked in surprise. Of course you had thought that there might be some dancing. Somewhere far, far in the back of your mind. Somewhere that you had forgotten about until this very moment. Han shot you an apologetic look followed by a shrug as he let Leia lead him out onto the dance floor as a slow song began to play. 

Ben and you let go of each other then, and you watched as he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’ll make up some excuse.” 

But you shook your head. After Ben had helped you so much, the very least that you could do was try and keep his Mom off his back about dating for a little while. “It’s fine, Ben. I mean as long as you don’t mind.” You said, uncertainty now in your tone. Why on Earth was the idea of dancing with Ben making you feel so weird all of the sudden? 

“No, I don’t mind.” He answered you, and you watched what seemed to be conflict in his eyes before he reached out and took your hand, pulling you out onto the dance floor in a much more gentle way than he had taken you over to Ms. Holdo. 

While the two of you had been close to each other’s sides almost the whole night, this was different. His large hands found your waist while yours, tiny in comparison to his, slid up and around his neck. It was harder to avoid each other’s gaze, and you couldn’t keep a respectable distance. It was supposed to feel strange, and it did, but not the kind of strange that you were expecting. 

His arms around you sort of felt . . . nice. It had been a long time, longer than you cared to admit, since you had danced with a guy and even if it was Ben, a guy who hated you, it was comforting. 

For the first time that night, you also couldn’t sense any tenseness from Ben. His body was relaxed as he held you, his face almost soft, and suddenly you caught a glimpse of that warmth of his mother’s eyes. It was why you blurted what you did. “Why do you hate your parents?” 

That startled him. His brow furrowed together for a moment. “I don’t hate my parents.” Before you could ask anything else, his face closed off again, a clear look that told you the subject was dropped. 

So you said something else. “Well why do you hate me?” 

“What?” Once again, you startled him out of being closed off. “You’re - you’re the one that hates me.” 

“Because you hate me.” You said as if it was obvious. 

You expected him to close himself off again, but he didn’t, he just shook his head. “I don’t hate you.” 

But he had to hate you. Everything he did pointed to him hating you. “Ben, you argue with me all the time. Everything about me annoys you. You act like you can’t stand to be around me. I . . . I don’t remember how it started.” And now that you were saying it, you realized you had to know. It had been bothering you for longer than you cared to admit, wondering how the two of you had gotten off to such a horrible start when you couldn’t remember it. 

Ben looked down at the ground for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, and then he met your eyes again. “Listen, I don’t . . . I argue with you because you’re smart enough to keep up with me, and your points are out of the box. It’s - it’s frustrating that you always have a counter to everything I say, but it’s impressive too.” 

Before you could even process that bomb, he continued. 

“And yes, you annoy me a lot. You act like a child sometimes, when we all go over to your apartment, it’s always a mess, and when you start daydreaming you can’t stop tapping your foot -”

“I can’t?” You interrupted, unaware of this information, but he kept going as if you hadn’t spoken. 

“But you’re also funny, and entertaining, and you always have things to do that everyone enjoys.” He had been glancing around the room as he spoke, but now his gaze landed back on you. “And I don’t hate being around you. I just suck at being around people in general. You’re actually one of the only people I don’t mind hanging out with.” 

Your head was spinning with all this new information. Had the both of you really been misinterpreting this relationship the whole time? You only hated Ben because of how he acted towards you. Well that and his general demeanor. Tonight you had seen a different side of him, a side you hadn’t known existed, and that side wasn’t so bad. You could see spending time with that side of him and enjoying it. Not to mention he had given you more compliments in the span of five minutes than he had in the whole time you had known him. Then he had said that he didn’t mind hanging out with you? How could you respond to that? “Well, you sure have a weird way of showing it.” You mumbled. 

“I think I’m doing better tonight though.” Ben said. 

You looked at him, once again startled. Had he made a joke? First the warmth in his eyes and then an actual joke? Maybe he wasn’t so different from his parents at all. A laugh left you, and an actual smile, albeit a small one, formed on Ben’s lips. 

The two of you kept dancing in silence for a few moments then, you still trying to wrap your head around what Ben had said to you until you felt Ben stiffen. Sensing something was wrong, you looked up again. “What’s wrong?” 

He let out a sigh and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine in the process. “My parents are gesturing for me to kiss you.” 

Pushing down your panic, you bit your lip. You had known this was going to happen. How could you pull off an authentic relationship without even a kiss? The way your heart rate picked up at the mention of it, you hadn’t expected. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, and then nodded. “Well, better kiss me then, Solo. If you want to convince your parents.” 

His arms tightened around you, not in anger, but to bring you closer to him. You closed your eyes as you felt his forehead resting against yours, his breath, scented with what he had been drinking, caressed your lips. It didn’t make any sense, but you could swear for a brief moment all the noise stopped as you waited for him. You were starting to get anxious, wondering if he was going to do it when you felt the softest brush against your lips. 

Was that it? 

No, it turned out that wasn’t it. Because within seconds, you felt him again, and this time his lips weren’t hesitant at all when they met yours, full and soft and tasting of scotch. Immediately you kissed him back, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, and surprised once again at how it felt. 

If someone had asked you before tonight how you thought it would have felt to kiss Ben Solo you would have had plenty of things to say and none of them would be nice. 

You would have been wrong, because it turns out, Ben Solo is an excellent kisser. His lips moved like a dream against yours, none of the gross habits such as too much tongue or saliva that you had the displeasure of dealing with previously were present. No, it was . . . pleasant. 

So pleasant that when he pulled away, you followed his lips for a brief moment before you realized what you were doing and stopped. You were sure your cheeks were flooded red, and didn’t want him to see that, so you turned your head, just in time to catch sight of your friend’s faces. 

You let out a laugh, burying your face in Ben’s shoulder to hide your reaction which was hard to do with your whole body shaking. 

Ben stiffened and when he spoke, his deep voice was rougher than normal. “You don’t have to laugh.” 

Suddenly, you realized how he must have taken your reaction, you pulled back, shaking your head. “No, no, Ben, look at our friends.” You said, biting your lip to try and stop your laughter once again. You wondered if Poe had realized that he dropped his fork, if Rey had noticed her mouth hanging open, and if Finn’s eyes had gone back in his head yet.

When he turned his head, you couldn’t see it, but you did feel the moment his body relaxed, and then started shaking. Your breath caught in your throat for a brief moment as he buried his face in your neck where he could release his chuckle without anyone hearing it. His lips were almost touching your skin, and after the rather good kiss that the two of you shared, your hormones betrayed you, thinking about how nice his kiss would feel there as well. You tried to push those thoughts away, wondering if you were starting to go crazy, but his next words didn’t help. 

“Do you want to sneak out of here?” He whispered in your ear, his large hands splaying across your back. 

“What?” You squeaked, shocked by his words and actions. 

He leaned back then, taking in your expression with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “Why do you keep doing that thing with your voice?” Ben asked before leaning down to whisper in your ear once more. “I mean why don’t we go hide, and make them think we’re sneaking off to go makeout or something?” 

“Oh, oh!” Yes, his idea made much more sense than what you were thinking. “That’s genius, Solo, let’s do it.” You said with a nod, letting him take your hand and pull you away from the dance floor with a fake giggle that you made sure your friends could see. 

As soon as you left the room, the two of you scurried into what turned out to be a coat closet, hiding in the back corner behind a curtain. When you turned to Ben, you couldn’t help but grin at the genuine smile on the man’s face. “You know, I didn’t think you had it in you.” You whispered. 

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Ben said, but there was no spite in his words. 

“I think I’m learning that tonight. You might not actually be as terrible as I thought. It’s still early though.” You teased him, bumping his arm with your shoulder. 

“And you still act like a child.” He teased back. 

“Might I remind you it was your idea to do this.” You said, raising your eyebrows at him. 

“Your bad behavior must be rubbing off on me.” Ben responded. 

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. It was then that you noticed the two of you were still holding hands. But you didn’t let go, and neither did he. 

“Hey did you see Ben Solo’s date?” A voice interrupted your train of thoughts. You didn’t recognize it, and couldn’t see who it was because of the curtain, but something about the tone made you uncomfortable. 

“I did. Guess she really is trying to fuck her way to the top.” You felt Ben stiffen beside you, and your grip tightened on his hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. 

“It’s what you have to do when you’re not talented enough.” The first voice responded, farther away now, and the two of them laughed as they exited the coat closet. 

Almost immediately, Ben ripped the curtain aside, his fierce reaction startling you so much you didn’t notice that he had dropped your hand and was halfway across the room before you realized it. “Ben! Wait! What are you doing?!” You hurried to catch up, grabbing a hold of his arm to stop him. 

“To go figure out who those two were!” He answered, his tone so violent it was a little scary. 

“Why?” You asked, panicked at the way he was acting. 

When Ben turned to face you where there had once been warmth, there was now fire in his eyes, an intense look that you thought could burn you where you stood. You had never seen him display such an emotion. “What do you mean, why?! They can’t talk about you like that! I’m the one who invited you here, and you got to the top all by yourself on your own damn talent! They’re just jealous bitches -”

“Exactly,” You interrupted. 

“I - what?” You had confused him so many times tonight you were starting to be proud of yourself. 

“They’re jealous bitches, and I’ve had a great time tonight. I’m not going to let them ruin it.” You said shrugging your shoulders, and after a moment’s hesitation, you grasped his hand, giving it another squeeze. “Besides, we still have friends to mess with. Do you think we’ve been hiding long enough?” You asked. 

Ben Solo looked completely dumbfounded. You were just glad that fire had left his eyes. It took him several moments of staring at you before he managed to form a response, even if it was only a nod. 

After a second, you reached up and grabbed his tie, loosening it somewhat, and while he was down at your level, you ran your hands through his hair, messing it up a bit while marveling at how nice and soft it was. When you noticed his confused expression, a smirk settled on your lips. “Got to make it believable, Solo.” 

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips, and you started to pull him back outside when he stopped you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

You nodded, “I do appreciate you caring though. Didn’t know robots could do that.” 

Ben rolled his eyes. 

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“So you’re still not going to tell us where you two went?” 

“Really Dameron? Drop it.” You replied, annoyed at this point. From the moment Ben and you had reappeared, the two of you had been bombarded with question after question about where you had been. It had almost made you regret hiding from them. 

Almost. 

“Okay! Fine! We’re here anyway.” Poe said, pulling to a stop in front of your apartment. It was the last one on the drop off since Poe and Ben lived together. 

“Here, I’ll walk you,” Ben said, surprising you, and before you could say anything he was already out of the car, keeping the door open for you. 

“Thanks,” you said with a soft smile that he returned. The walk up to your doorstep was silent, but not uncomfortable. You did feel like there was something you should say, you just had no idea what. 

Thankfully, Ben broke the silence first. “I wanted to say thanks for doing this tonight. Maybe it’ll keep my parents off my back for a while since they liked you.” 

“They did?” You don’t know why that information pleased you so much. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship, and you wanted their approval. 

“Oh yeah,” Ben replied, running a hand through his hair. “It’ll definitely hurt them when we break up.” 

You frowned. You had forgotten about that part. That the two of you would have to break up at some point of course. You brushed that aside for now, it could be a thought for later. “Well, I wanted to say thanks too. If you hadn’t invited me I might never have even met Ms. Holdo.” 

“You’re welcome,” he replied, “but I think you would have anyway.” At that point the two of you had reached your door. “I guess this is goodnight.” 

Getting out your key to unlock the door, you gave him a smile. “I guess so. Thanks again Ben. To be honest I thought tonight would go a lot worse.” 

“Me too,” he agreed, sending you his own grin. “Glad it wasn’t though.” He said, and turned around walking  back down the stairs. 

“Hey Solo!” What made you say it, you had no idea. It was almost as if the words left your mouth without your knowledge or agreement. Like your mouth suddenly had a mind of its own as soon as he turned around to look at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. “For the record, your kissing? Nothing to laugh about.” 

All you saw was a slight flush to his cheeks before you slammed the door behind you and hurried up to your apartment. 

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Two hours later, curled up in bed with a warm drink and nice and comfy in your pajamas, you had almost forgotten about what you said. 

Until your phone beeped with a text. 

So, my parents want you to come over for dinner next week. Are you up for it? I’ll buy a bottle of your favorite wine as payment? 

P.S. - Your kissing is nothing to laugh about either. 

You bit your lip to fight back a smile.

[pepperful-qt]

Also I saw that you're into hp too, I'd like to request a hq x hp crossover please! Relationship hcs of kuroo, osamu and semi (separately) with a slytherin s/o? + bonus if there are suggestive hcs as well. I personally hc kuroo to be a fellow slytherin so I'd really appreciate it if you could assign slytherin for him! I'll leave osamu's and semi's houses to you ^^ thanks again!

ahhh this request made me so excited !! funnily enough I hc slytherin for all these babes🙈im one myself haha let's go🐍🐍🐍 this isn’t late shh

warnings: suggestive situations/language, alcohol (firewhiskey?? & substances)

Kuroo, Osamu, & Semi with a Slytherin s/o HP! AU

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Kuroo Tetsurou

he’s an example of a great slytherin leader

definitely a prefect/head boy, quidditch captain, and is in like 3 clubs. you bet he’s a favorite among professors too

he’s the stereotypical slytherin that’s good at potions, but it’s not bc he’s a slytherin it’s bc he’s an actual nerd (chemistry nerd? try potions nerd)  

and he’s just generally smart and good in his classes

and so are you :) a prefect too

in fact, you’re quite popular with all the houses and the professors. most people wouldn’t guess that your slytherin based on stereotypes

Kuroo, however, recognizes what you’re really doing: creating a network for yourself, and he respects it, but he will mess with you

you actually become friends with Kenma first, knowing he’s very intelligent, which is how he hears about you other than seeing you in passing in the common room and your shared classes

the first time he speaks to you is in potions class and brings up Kenma as a common point, and continues just charming his way through the conversation

he’s just too nice. but there’s little hints of provocation in there too

so you make things fun and flirt back, but play innocent hard to get 

the whole time before he actually asks you out is this back and forth witty banter and flirting that drives everyone crazy

which by the way, he keeps dropping hints that you’re going to have to ask first, but when you finally crack and start to he asks instead, making you flustered (which was his goal the whole time)

can i just say: power couple

y’all are just popular and no one knows why really?? you’re just hard to hate. it’s allll jealousy

you’re also the parents of the slytherins too. you keep em in line but also have no issue standing up to anyone

and trust me, no one wants to mess with you two. you have respect for more than one reason, and knowing a nasty hex or two is def one of them

that network i was talking about? comes in handy all the time

he’ll casually mention a specific kind of root he needs for a potion he wants to try in his extracurricular potion lessons (yes he’s that person) and you just go:

“oh Richard has a friend in ravenclaw who’s got a cousin working at a shop in Hogsmeade that gets those regularly. want me to ask?”

he’s good at getting away with his shenanigans. usually. you always catch him and never let him live it down

when he acts all cocky you know just what to say to knock him down a few pegs, or flirt up a storm that makes everyone around you gag at the sexual tension

“yes captain”

honestly, it feels like you’re the only ones who know the other completely, save for Kenma with Kuroo

he’s the type that will cast orchideous when he sees you by yourself and make flowers grow next to you before walking up and revealing himself aw <3

other students would rather hug the giant squid than get in a debate with you two, especially if you’re together. they’re feelings and egos will be permanently scarred

more pda than other slytherin x slytherin relationships. you’re not afraid to show that you belong to each other

it’ll be something like an arm around your shoulder or a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (it’s still subtle)

however,,

more than one occasion he’ll come up behind you while you’re working in the library and massage your shoulders while kissing your neck and whispering some suggestions into your ear

it looks very innocent from an outside perspective, but he makes it so hard to concentrate with his hot breath on your skin

and did i mention you’re both prefects? wow do you abuse your privilege sometimes

what’s more exciting than getting a little action in a dark secluded part of the castle by torchlight during your nightly rounds?

need i mention the bath? steamy.. Myrtle’s a blabbermouth too, so the other prefects know what’s up. but really, are they gonna stop you?

not always, of course. shared baths are some of the best times to have real talk and deep conversations

100% supportive of each other and will take over the world one day, we love to see it

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Miya Osamu

the temptation to just make him from Durmstrang-

***i just know people will fight me for sorting him into Slytherin. it’s true that he fits in others but he’s flexible, so i stuck him here for now. i already admitted he was a hat stall calm down.

ANYWAYS

Osamu’s career as a Hogwarts student is made up of 2 things: quidditch and a secret snack and substance smuggling ring he started in his second year

the Miya twins have a reputation with quidditch just like with volleyball (Osamu is a chaser, Atsumu is a beater. great team)

(i imagine they’re pureblood too, not rlly important though. if you’re half/muggleborn, enjoy teaching his clueless ass about basic muggle society)

you’re another proud and competitive slytherin, who somehow has dirt on anyone and everyone

you’re on the quidditch team too, even better. that’s where you grow close to the twins at first, making you guys a power trio in your own right. quidditch dream team <3

not only do you spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other intimately as teammates (beyond the facades) and allowing his feelings to grow slowly yet surely, but Atsumu is also there to provoke and make Osamu subconsciously jealous when he gets feelings

you’re great at talking Atsumu in circles, which frustrates him and amuses Osamu

(more than once the twins have gotten into pseudo-duels and nearly burned the quidditch stands to the ground. lucky your common room is in a stone dungeon omfg)

you obv know about his snack business, initiating a bit of blackmail to get him to do favors for you, but all in good fun. eventually one of those favors is a date ;)

it’s a quiet relationship, not an in-your-face one, but no one can deny the chemistry,, it’s almost suffocating itself

he’d messed around a little, but they never lasted more than a week. so when he realized you’d hit the month mark he was (internally) “oh shit”

you go on Hogsmeade dates all the time <3 he actually laughs when you get a butterbeer foam mustache. it was an accident the first time, now you do it on purpose ;)

you become a business partner for his smuggling ring. your blackmail means you’ve got lots of people under your thumb and lots of favors available to call in. he also trusts your judgement

fangirls are always jealous, but merlin help them if they confront you. if they’re lucky you’ll roll your eyes and ignore them, but usually you’ll decimate them with words and leave them in the dust. you also know how to hex and get away with it (just blame someone else duh)

yeah rumors happen and it’s annoying, bc you really don’t need people staring at you all the time, but neither you or Osamu even address it

both of you are invited to Slughorn’s parties along with Atsumu, you’re that couple

you’re staring someone down and he comes from behind and snakes (ha) his arms around your waist, glaring at them over your shoulder. 11/10 terrifying

sitting in the courtyard talking to your friends, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

sneaking into the kitchens together. once you tried some cooking charms and the next day everyone’s eggs were neon green at breakfast...oops?

holding hands while you walk through the hallways and the crowd parts around you

Atsumu is secretly bitter his brother has such a cool s/o and he has yet to have a serious relationship, so he’ll bother & tease the two of you a lot to cope smh

though you don’t show it in public and often give off a tough front instead, behind closed doors you’re actually very loving and committed to one another

favorite places for ~special~ time? quidditch locker room & your dorm

you find excuses to stay behind after practice together. your teammates used to think it was just a coincidence until they finally caught on (not that they’d tattle. if you get caught that’s your business)

imo Osamu would probably be willing to try involving charms in some way during sexy times. a spark on your skin, binding, whatever. most of them are one-offs but it’s the thought that counts ig

there’s an unspoken rule in the slytherin boys dorm to stick a drooble’s gum wrapper on the door of the dorm to tell the others to stay out, but Osamu doesn’t trust anyone so he prefers hanging out in your room. it’s quieter and your roommates know not to try anything <3

he smuggles in some firewhiskey and other stuffs for you two to enjoy by yourselves <3

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Semi Eita

(debated with gryffindor for him, but ultimately decided nahh)

Semi is less of the sly and underhanded slytherin and more of the ambitious and self-assured kind

idk why, but i’m feeling a love-hate to friendly competition to friends to lovers ?? don’t ask ajsldkf

you’re a top student, mostly bc of your charm though. no one knows if your good grades are real (they are, but it doesn’t hurt being the teacher’s favorite)

though you hop around friend circles, you don’t have a solid group. sort of an outcast in that way

he knows you exist, but no one really expects much from you. aha, big mistake

every single time you sweep everyone in classes, one way or another, you come out on top (hey i won’t question your methods) and oh does it piss him off. you’ve hit a competitive nerve my friend,, little bit of envy too :/

he confronts you, but you evade, maybe with a little challenge or provocation

from then on it’s just little jabs at each other. he corrects your stirring technique. you return the favor in transfiguration with his wrist motion

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

he ends up partnering with you in potions, just to see your tricks up close i swear. he didn’t realize that meant he’d see different sides of you when you study. the way you mingle with everyone intrigues and fascinates him, and slowly curiosity takes the place of spite

he saw you prank a gryffindor into drinking babbling beverage, and it was the first time he saw a genuine smile from you (even if it was a little malicious) 

slowly your relationship shifts as you learn more about each other. you’re more than a suspected cheater and he’s more than a hotheaded jock

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

both of you are super super stubborn and too proud to admit feelings for each other sigh, cue slytherin bff tendou to the rescue. count on him for some elaborate scheme to finally get you two together. thank god

once you are together, you’re inseparable

you send each other messages on paper birds charmed to fly to the other, wherever they are. it’s gotten you in trouble a few times (Snape will read them out loud, just bc you’re slytherin doesn’t mean you’re spared embarrassment)

you are in charge of his outfits if you ever go on casual dates to Hogsmeade. sorry eita it’s not a debate <3

he’s super fcking protective, and has a bit of a jealous streak. scary when irritated, but no more than you are

most loyal freaking couple ever though

you’ll have heated debates with each other that from the outside look like you’re fighting but five minutes later you’re chilled out on the common room couch reading a book together, him reading over your shoulder as you sit between his legs

deep conversations late at night in the common room, watching the giant squid & cuddling by the fireplace

love talking about your dreams and aspirations, joking about taking over the world together <3

though it takes some convincing for him on your part, you’re great at sneaking out and not getting caught. you know the secret passages like the back of your hand thanks to being stuck in the dungeons, and like hell rules are going to keep you from enjoying what you want

Hogsmeade, down by the black lake/boathouse at night, and your favorite spot, the astronomy tower <3

you’ll go up there at night, casting sparks from your wand that decorate the air like hovering stars, and just enjoy the beauty of magic and each other

the first time you were almost caught, you ended up in a snug secret passage, and that was your first kiss

sometimes you’re almost caught and then it’s a nice flashback to that time

low on pda outside of holding hands, but get a little firewhiskey and you’re all over each other

late night study sessions in the library that often turn into makeout sessions when you’re finally alone what can i say, the possibility of getting caught is exciting

a big part of your relationship is impressing and inspiring each other every day. you understand each others’ passions and habits, and you’re constantly keeping each other in check while also pushing yourselves to be better (tbh top tier slytherin x slytherin dynamic)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫ 

a/n: anyone want a fic out of these?? omfg please send more harry potter or au in general

[capcarolsdanver]

Faking It (Part 4)

Summary: This was a request for a Carol Danvers fake dating fic that will be a multi-chapter series, likely 4 parts! Who doesn’t love a fake dating fic?

Stories come out about Carol and her.. sexual escapades. This could potentially be PR trouble for the Avengers so Tony and Steve convince Carol that maybe the best way out of this mess is to convince the public she is in a committed relationship.. with the reader, her best friend who has feelings for Carol, but believes her feelings aren’t reciprocated. What could possibly go wrong??

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader A/N: Okay, we all know this took way too long. I’m still not even entirely sure I’m happy with this chapter even after rewrites and edits but I’m not gonna have you guys wait any longer so this is what I’ve got for you! A head’s up, this part is long. Like, looong. As this is the final part to the series I really would appreciate any feedback people have for this part and the series as a whole! Also may consider writing an epilogue maybe sometime but that depends on feedback from this part! Really hope you enjoy this and I’d like to thank everyone who has read this series and liked/reblogged it! Please do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission. PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

“So. How’s it going with Carol?”

You and Nat are both lazing beside each other on the large couch in the open entertainment area of the compound, a blanket thrown over you both while some movie Nat had put on plays on the large screen on the wall.

A handful of the team had left earlier that afternoon for a mission, so you and Nat had decided to wait in the open room for them to return, knowing they’ll pass you on their way back into the compound. Carol was included in this mission and you were maybe a little too eager to see her return.

“Everything’s going according to plan,” you reply with a shrug. “We’re going to Tony’s party together on Saturday night.”

“Aw, cute,” she teases and you can’t help but chuckle at her.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” All you can do is shake your head at her. Nat glances at you before watching the screen again. “Seriously, Y/N. Don’t you think that by now you should be able to admit your feelings for her? With what you’re going through, I think you should be allowed to vent and talk to someone about it.”

You remain silent for a long moment.

Out of everyone here, Natasha has always been the one who can read you so well, often times even better than yourself. So, you obviously know that she would have picked up on your feelings for Carol shortly after they developed, very likely before you had even known about them.

And Nat has always been one of your closest friends here besides Carol, so you know that anything you speak to her about will be kept between the two of you.

That’s what gives you the confidence to whisper a quiet “You’re right”, Natasha’s eyes flying from the screen to look at you again. She stays quiet but she doesn’t move her eyes from you.

“At least before all of this I could try to ignore it. But now- it’s impossible.” Your shoulders slump as you voice your thoughts. “I mean, we kissed, Nat. And it was so much better than I could have imagined.”

You let out a tired sigh and run your hand across your face. “I should have never agreed to this. How could I have expected this to end well?”

“Hey, listen. Things might not be how they were before this whole thing started, but why does that mean it has to be a bad thing?”

You look at Nat skeptically and she offers you a confident nod.

“Let’s go over the facts, okay? You and Carol have been flirting with each other for forever, though you’ve been trying to convince yourselves that it’s just playful banter. She practically melts every time you smile at her, which is a lot. I wish I’d never noticed the amount of times she’s undressed you with her eyes when you don’t look. And she literally took it upon herself to become the softest girlfriend imaginable without even realising that there was a camera on her.”

You blink at Nat as she lists things off, your mind racing at her words.

“So let’s face it. You both have feelings for each other. And correct me if I’m wrong but I think you might finally be starting to realise her feelings too, just like the rest of us always have.” Your blush is answer enough for Nat. “So who says that you both can’t come out of this with an even better relationship than you had before?”

You open your mouth to respond, but approaching voices make you stop. The returning Avengers walk into the room, voices booming and laughing loudly. You can’t make out a single word as they loudly chatter over the top of each other.

Amongst the group, Tony spots you and Natasha on the couch.

“There’s our best girls!” He says, grinning at the sight of you both. This causes Carol to glance in your direction too, finding your eyes already on her.

You smile and wave at her, though you feel a little dejected when she does nothing more than glance at you and Nat, giving you what barely qualifies as a smile and nods.

“You all made it back in one piece, then?” Nat asks.

“Depends on what you define as ‘one piece’,” Bucky replies cheekily, holding up his metal arm.

Nat snorts in response. “You’re an idiot.”

“Well I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m pretty beat. I’m turning in for the night,” Steve announces. The rest of the team nod in agreement, aside from Carol, who thinks she’s being subtle about looking at you, and Tony.

“I think I might head to the lab for a while. I’ve got some things to work on,” he says.

“Alright, suit yourself. See you all tomorrow,” Steve waves and heads in the direction of the team’s private rooms, the rest of the group in tow.

Carol seems unsure of what to do, moving to take a step after the group as she watches them walk away, but ultimately staying put where she is.

You hear Natasha let out a light laugh next to you and your eyes leave Carol’s form as Nat pushes the blanket off her lap and stands up, shooting you a quick wink.

“Need any help in the lab?” She asks, catching up to Tony.

“Sure. Although, I don’t know how much help I’m gonna get from you in there,” he jokes, earning himself a shove from Nat as they both laugh.

Carol watches them leave, keeping her eyes on the empty doorway for another moment before turning back to you. She finds your form somewhere in the pile of blankets you’ve been left with on the couch.

You sit up and adjust your position on the couch, acutely aware of her eyes on you the entire time.

“Well, are you gonna come sit with me, then?”

“Do you want me to?” Your brow furrows on its own accord at her cautious tone.

“Of course I do.”

She walks over to the couch and stops short, oddly quiet as she glances at you. You pat the spot next to you where Nat had just been and she smiles at you before sitting down.

“The mission went well, then?”

She nods. “Yeah, it went as smoothly as we could have hoped. It was pretty tiring, though. I’m definitely just glad to be back here now,” she says, her voice softening, and she maintains eye contact with you despite to hint of pink appearing on her cheeks.

“Yeah, me too,” you say.

You both just smile at one another until Carol eventually breaks the eye contact to look at the screen.

“So what are you watching?”

“Oh,” you say as you glance at the screen now, too. “I don’t actually know. Something Nat picked out that I really wasn’t paying a lot of attention to, to be honest.”

“Right.” There’s a beat of silence and you can how lost in thought Carol seems to be. “So what were you paying attention to, then?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, something obviously had you distracted,” she alludes and you catch onto what she’s implying pretty quickly.

“You’re still jealous of Nat?” You say it in a teasing tone, though you’re too busy studying Carol’s every move and expression to bother with the accompanying teasing smirk.

She shrugs, struggling to keep her eyes on you.

“You two just seem very close lately.”

“And you and I don’t?” You shoot back gently, curious to see how far you could push the particular topic.

At her stuttering, blush filled response, you touch her arm and she stops and looks at you.

“Nat and I aren’t together, if that’s what you’re wondering. Never have been and never will be.”

At this point, you aren’t sure if you imagine the relief that crosses Carol’s face or not, but it gives you the confidence that you need to get your next sentence out.

“Besides, as much as I love Nat, she’s well aware that she’s not my favourite.”

Carol is once again lost for words. She blinks at you a couple times before a rare shy smile graces her face.

“Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way.” You reach across Carol for the remote and turn off whatever movie Nat had put on, going back to Netflix’s main page. “What do you want to watch?”

You hand Carol the remote and she begins searching through the selection of movies. While she does, you throw the blanket over her too, unable to hide your own smile.

“Ooh, I love this movie!” She says, landing on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and hitting play and you both fall into a comfortable silence as the movie plays. This goes on for another 20 or so minutes before you glance at Carol, who you only just now realise looks absolutely exhausted.

Her eyes are still happily glued to the screen, though, so you don’t bother to try to coax her to go to bed. You instead move to rest your head on her shoulder and she throws an arm over you to pull you closer. You happily shift your body to melt further into Carol’s.

You’re not really sure how much more of the movie plays before your eyes close and you drift off to sleep.

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“Well isn’t this just the cutest thing?”

You’re pulled out of your slumber from the voice coming from somewhere above you. You barely react, though, scrunching your face and shifting your body a little, eyes remaining tightly shut.

“Quick, Nat. Get a photo.” This has you opening your eyes.

Clint and Nat are both standing over you, wide grins on their faces as they look down at where you and Carol are still huddled together on the couch. There’s blankets still covering you both, and you’re practically lying on top of Carol.

“What the fuck are you two doing?!” You growl as quietly as you can manage, glancing down at Carol to ensure you don’t wake her up as you careful manoeuvre yourself into a seated position.

“Oh, nothing. Just documenting this moment so on your wedding day you two can look back at how this all started and laugh,” Nat says, pointing her phone at you and taking several photos.

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you hiss, feeling Carol stir next to you.

“What the hell is going on?” She rubs her eyes and attempts to focus on the scene she’s suddenly found herself in.

“Why don’t you tell us, Miss “We’re not a real couple” Danvers,” Clint quips.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you wanted to die today,” Carol snarls back, her face immediately shifting into a harsh glare towards Clint.

“Alright, we’ve both already had our lives threatened, so I think it’s time we leave you two alone,” Nat laughs. She winks before she turns away and you grab a cushion from the couch and throw it after her as her and Clint walk away.

“Sometimes I forget that we’re surrounded by assholes almost all of the time here,” Carol deadpans and you chuckle, moving aside to allow her to sit up.

“Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I’m starting to make a real habit of that, huh?”

“I don’t mind,” she says, that same smile from last night returning to her face. You smile back and for a long moment you both just sit there smiling at each other until your grumbling stomach breaks the silence.

Carol laughs at you. “Time for breakfast, then?” She teases, standing up and grabbing your arms to help you to your feet too. “Come on.” You both head towards the kitchen and when you enter the room, you stop at the sight of a familiar figure already behind the counter.

“Thor!” You exclaim, racing the rest of the way into the kitchen. Thor turns around and is greeted by you practically tackling him into a hug, though he doesn’t even slightly budge from the force of you colliding with him. Instead, he happily throws his arms around you too, beaming.

“Y/N! I missed you!”

Carol leans against the bench and looks on fondly.

Thor is practically like a big brother to you so you absolutely love it whenever he returns back to Earth from whatever space adventures he’s been on. When you two separate, Thor notices Carol too.

“Ah, Carol! Good to see you!” She smiles and nods. As you watch their somewhat awkward interaction, you can’t help but chuckle at the memory of when Thor once tried to hug Carol in greeting and got photon blasted halfway across the room.

They get along just fine. Pretty well, in fact. Carol always speaks highly of Thor and vice versa. But Carol just isn’t particularly affectionate with anyone besides you. And maybe Peter on the odd occasion.

She tends to not really expect it and usually reacts poorly, always offering a sheepish apology to whoever happens to be on the receiving end. But that had never really been an issue with you, which you’re glad about because you are definitely a hugger.

And if Carol really had to, she’d admit that she actually enjoys that about you, despite her general distaste of physical forms of affection.

“Woah, that’s a lot of pancakes, Thor,” you say, noticing multiple stacks on plates across the counter. Thor had always been a sucker for his favourite breakfast food since his first visit to Earth and whenever he comes back he can’t seem to get enough of them. He’d spent days upon days trying to perfect his recipe and make the perfect pancakes.

“Oh, please help yourself!” He happily offers and you and Carol thank him before grabbing a small stack of pancakes each.

“Were you gonna eat all of these on your own if we hadn’t shown up?” Carol asks Thor, who already has half a pancake stuffed in his mouth. He blinks at her, chewing on his food and swallowing it.

“…No,” he eventually replies, not even slightly convincing. You and Carol both laugh and he just shrugs before shoving the other half of his pancake in his mouth. “What can I say? I have a large appetite,” he mumbles out around his mouthful of food.

“When did you get back?” You ask.

“Early this morning.” You nod before noticing a shift in Thor’s expression. “You know, I noticed you on the couch this morning as I walked in. I almost said hello then until I realised you were both asleep.”

It’s not exactly a question he asks, not even an implication. It’s really just a statement. But the smile on his face tells you he thinks he knows what’s going on.

It’s honestly something you’ve always loved about Thor. The fact that he never outright voices his speculations about people’s personal lives, unlike the rest of the Avengers. Of course you always tell him everything eventually anyway, but until that happens he always gives you the space he feels you need to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Given the situation, though, you know you better give him the heads up before his welcome back party.

“Yeah. There’s definitely some things we need to catch up on,” you chuckle nervously.

“While you two do that, I’m gonna go get ready for the day. We’re still heading out today, right?” Carol asks, standing from her seat at the breakfast bar.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

When you last spoke to Steve and Tony, they were happy with how well you and Carol were doing and asked you to just make one more appearance out somewhere leading up to the party.

“Okay, I’ll meet you by the front in, like, 3 hours?”

“Sure,” you say and you and Thor watch as she leaves.

When you look back at Thor he has a cheery smile on his face, and you spend well over an hour explaining the situation, even confessing your feelings for Carol to him. You ask him about his most recent adventures, too, but being the type of guy he is, he’s more interested in listening to what you have to say and offering you advice.

You seriously couldn’t have picked anyone better to refer to as your big brother.

You eventually go your separate ways so you can get ready and catch up with Carol again. You check your watch on your way. You’re a little early but knowing Carol, she’s likely already there waiting for you.

You stop short before you walk through the walkway to the lobby of the compound when you hear Carol’s voice in conversation with someone else in the room.

“Do you think you’ll miss being able to flirt with as many women as you can at the party, then?” You recognise the other voice as Rhodey’s.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Carol replies. “I mean, I usually find these parties a lot of fun. This one won’t be like that, though. I’m being made to stay on my best behaviour,” she jokes.

“So then what about Y/N? She’s holding you back from having fun?”

“It’s not that,” Carol says. “It’s just.. Tony’s parties are usually where I get to let loose, you know? I get to forget about all my responsibilities, forget about all the missions gone wrong and just enjoy myself. But this whole situation with Y/N.. it just kinda feels like I’m being kept on a leash.”

You’d be lying if you said Carol’s words didn’t sting. Ever since this whole mess of a situation began, you felt like things with Carol had been shifting. That things were different, even better now than before, like Natasha had said. But it sounds like maybe Carol doesn’t quite agree with you.

Had you really been wrong this whole time? Had Nat and the others swayed you into thinking that Carol shared the same feelings as you? Did Carol really think that you were holding her back from being happy and having fun?

Had you really been so blinded by your own feelings for so long that you had just been imagining Carol’s longing looks, more frequent touches, more caring nature towards you? Even when the cameras were nowhere to be scene.

Maybe she was just playing along to spare your feelings until she was told she could be done with this.

All these thoughts hit you at once, and despite how overwhelmed and hurt you suddenly feel, you take a deep breath and approach the doorway, taking heavier than usual steps to make your presence known before you enter.

“Hey, there you are,” Carol smiles. You offer her a short smile in return, though it doesn’t quite make it to your eyes, and you walk up to the front door and wait for Carol to join you. She approaches you, eyes watching you carefully. “Are you-“

“Let’s just keep this simple today and get it over with, yeah?” You say, eyes still remaining ahead as you reach for her hand.

She looks you over, concerned, but nods in response. “Yeah, okay.”

You lead her along in silence, which is how most of your simple walk goes. You smile at all the right times, but you manage to keep the talking down to a minimum and the second you return to the compound you bid a short farewell to Carol and leave her standing alone, confused like never before.

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You manage to keep to yourself for the most part over the next day or so, though as the party approaches you know you can’t really continue avoiding everyone. Especially since you and Carol had already agreed to get ready together in your room.

As promised by Tony, Happy delivered your outfits to your rooms in time for the party. Carol is currently in your bathroom getting ready while you look yourself over in your mirror, smoothing your hands over the front of your dress. You’re wearing a navy a-line dress, with spaghetti straps and a side slit exposing the skin of your leg. Simple yet beautiful.

Your bathroom door opens while you admire your dress in the mirror and your eyes drift to the reflection of the doorway as Carol hesitantly steps through. Your breath is taken away from you as you look her over.

She’s wearing a navy suit jacket and a pair of tight trousers that match your dress, a white blouse underneath, the top button left undone. You feel your brain short circuit as you look at her. Again, the outfit itself is simple but it works so well. Especially on Carol.

Tony was right; Happy is good. You’ll have to compliment him on his unexpectedly good eye for fashion the next time you see him.

She joins you in front of the full length mirror, staring at her own form and nervously adjusting the jacket.

“I’m pretty sure this is the fanciest I have ever looked heading to one of Tony’s parties,” she admits. You chuckle and double check your makeup in the mirror, happy with what you’ve done. Carol seems to be doing the same but is evidently not pleased with some of her makeup, grabbing her eyeliner to attempt to fix it.

“Here,” you hold your hand out and she passes her eyeliner pen over to you. Carol has never really been as into makeup as you, which obviously makes a lot of sense with her being up in space so often. But you’re always more than happy to assist whenever she needs help with it.

She’s gotten much better with it on her own over the years, though, what with her increase in social events with the Avengers. As a result, you only have to fix her eyeliner a little on each eye before you pull back and check your work.

“Perfect,” you say, putting down the eyeliner and turning to the mirror once more. Looking at yourself and Carol next to each other, it’s striking just how good you both look together. You may be biased, but everything just seems to fit so well.

You feel eyes on you and catch Carol’s gaze in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” she breathes out as if she’s only just looked at you in your dress for the first time.

You can’t help it, but the words you overheard her say replay in your head. You feel your walls build up around you, telling you to be cautious to spare your own feelings.

“Thanks, so do you.” You reply somewhat stiffly. You can’t seem to do anything about the tone you speak in, so instead you drop your eyes from her and scan the room for anything else you might need, acutely aware of the step Carol takes towards you.

“Are you okay?” She asks and her hand comes to rest delicately on the side of your neck, her thumb stroking your cheek.

“Yeah, of course,” you say a little too quickly for Carol’s liking and you step back out of her reach, her hand falling back to her side. You spot your phone on the edge of your bed and pick it up, checking the time. “We better go. You ready?”

You barely give Carol room to answer before you open your door and step out into the hallway. She swallows thickly as she watches you, trying to figure out what’s changed in the last day or so to have you in such a cold mood.

When she steps out of your room to join you, she’s also greeted by Tony. He has a huge grin on his face and he whistles when he sees her.

“Wow, look at you two. Stunning.” He smiles at you like a proud dad. “So, listen. It’s a welcome back party, right? I know it’s still kinda fancy but it’s about as casual as my parties will ever get. There shouldn’t be too much pressure on the two of you.”

“Got it,” you nod.

“Obviously there will still be a lot of eyes on you. But that’s kind of the entire point. Just act like any regular, happy couple and we’ll be all set.” Tony says. “See you in there.” He smiles encouragingly at you and walks away, presumably to join the party.

Carol offers you her hand, which you take, and she walks you towards the large hall that Tony has designated for the party. You’re glad he chose one that was further away from the bedrooms. It gave you plenty of time to attempt to calm your nerves.

You walk through the large open doors and immediately it feels like all eyes are on you. It’s a feeling you aren’t at all comfortable with, but you just try to ignore it the best you can.

“Y/N!” You hear being called from the bar and look to see Thor enthusiastically waving you and Carol over. Carol nods at you and you walk hand in hand towards the bar.

The second you get near Thor he engulfs you both in a hug which Carol couldn’t have avoided even if she tried. He lets go of you with a massive smile on his face.

“Carol, may I interest you in a proper drink?” He holds up a flask of Asgardian alcohol for her to see and her face lights up until she glances at you.

“Uh, I better not tonight, actually,” she mutters. And again, her damn words from the previous day are right back in your head.

Thor doesn’t hide his surprise at her answer. “Later, then?” He asks hopefully.

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

Thor nods and sees Steve approaching the bar, eagerly pouring a drink for him and handing it over to him. Carol looks more than tempted to reconsider Thor’s offer but instead pulls you away by your linked hands to join another conversation.

This goes on for the next couple of hours, moving between groups to chat and give a pretty convincing appearance as couple of the year. You eventually find yourself standing against the wall with Carol, observing the partygoers.

“It’s going well so far, right?” Carols asks.

“I think so,” you say with a shrug, though you’re honestly unsure quite how to gauge how well it’s going just yet.

“Have you actually noticed any reporters?”

“I’m not sure. There’s been a lot of eyes on us the entire night so far, though, so I figure that’s a good thing.”

“Yeah. Do you think we should be acting more couple-y?” Carol asks, facing you more directly. She moves her hand to your waist, looking at you in question.

Of course, you lose yourself in her eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy this feeling for just a moment. You’re only human, after all.  But it doesn’t take long for her words to repeat in your head once more, and not even the way Carol glances down at your lips can get you out of your own head.

Before she can kiss you, you lean forward to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“I think we’re doing okay,” you offer a small smile and pull away. “I’m gonna grab another drink and go talk to Wanda if that’s alright with you?”

“Oh. Sure, that’s fine.”

“I’ll come find you soon,” you say, squeezing Carol’s hand for good measure before you leave her to watch after you in total confusion as you walk away.

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“Hey, Thor. That drink still on offer?”

“Yes!” Thor says excitedly. Carol leans against the bar next to him and as soon as he’s done pouring her a drink she takes a sip.

“Oh, Jesus. I forgot how strong this shit is,” she winces and Steve laughs from the other side of Thor.

“I know, right?” He says, holding his drink up before drinking what’s left in his glass.

Carol knows to pace herself with this stuff. It affects her like absolutely nothing else. Usually, when Thor is there to offer it to her, she goes hard and ends up waking up in the bed of a total stranger with no recollection of what happened, though with a pretty good idea.

That can’t happen tonight for obvious reasons.

As Thor launches into one of his insanely eventful stories, she rests her arm on the bar and sips her drink, surveying the room until she spots you. You’re standing with Wanda, laughing at something the other woman has just said.

Something stirs inside Carol as she loosely follows along with Thor’s recounting of his journeys, all the while periodically looking for you amongst the many people crowding the room. She watches you excuse yourself from Wanda, heading over to talk to Sam and Bucky.

Somewhere in the middle of Thor recounting the events of a very graphic battle that he was apart of, Tony joins the conversation. Carol nods at him, taking another sip of her drink and doing another scan of the room. She eventually finds you in the crowd.

Having excused yourself from Sam and Bucky, you’re en-route to another group when a beautiful woman shows up seemingly out of nowhere, touching your arm to get your attention. Carol immediately freezes, her eyes locking in on the action. You stop to chat with the girl, a soft smile on your face that Carol regrettably realises she hasn’t seen all night until now.

Hey eyes stay glued to you, Thor’s stories long forgotten. Tony moves over to stand next to Carol.

“You two have done well tonight, you know?” He says, his eyes on the party in front of him.

“You’re not playing it too strong, too. The perfect amount of PDA in my opinion.” At the lack of a response, Tony turns his head to look at Carol. She clearly hasn’t paid attention to a word he’s said and he curiously turns to see whatever has Carol’s attention.

He sees you, laughing at something the unknown woman has just said. She takes a step closer to you as you take a sip of your drink. He looks back, studying the expression on Carol’s face for a moment.

“Wait a second, what exactly is happening here, Danvers? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

Carol’s eyes finally move from you, snapping to Tony’s.

“What? No. I’m just worried about our cover.”

Tony arches a disbelieving eyebrow. “Uh huh, I’m sure that’s exactly what you’re worried about.”

Carol glares at him, a common occurrence these days, but then her eyes are back on you, unable to help herself. She furrows her brow when the woman places her hand on your arm and keeps it there and she finally can’t watch anymore.

“Alright,” she says, grabbing her glass and downing the rest of her drink with a wince. “Nice chat, Stark, but I’ve gotta go.” She slams her glass back on the bar counter before storming off towards you without another word. Tony watches her leave.

“Yep. She’s got it so bad.”

You are so focused on the woman standing right in front of you that you jump when an arm appears at your waist.

“Hey babe,” Carol greets. She presses a kiss to your cheek and turns to the other woman, offering her nothing short of the fakest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Sorry, do you mind if I steal my girlfriend for a minute?”

To the woman’s credit, she does look a little sheepish as she steps back. “No, go right ahead.”

“Thanks,” Carol says with a bite to her tone, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the party and to one of the smaller balconies attached to the hall.

When you’re sure you’re out of sight and out of earshot from at least the majority of the party-goers you rip your hand out of Carol’s grasp and sharply turn to her, stopping her in her tracks with your glare.

“What the hell, Danvers?”

“What? I can’t just have you potentially blowing our cover like that.”

“Oh, please,” you scoff. “Our cover is just fine. Nothing was even happening. I was just talking to her.”

“Just talking? It looked like more than that to me. She was on her way to being all over you.”

“All over me like you usually are with as many random girls as you want? So now I can’t even have a regular conversation with just one girl?”

“I haven’t even looked at any other girls tonight, let alone flirted with them. And since when do you chat to women at Tony’s parties, anyway?”

You weren’t expecting the accusatory tone in Carol’s voice, and it makes you see red. You’ve done so well to keep your feelings at bay since you’d overheard Carol talking to Rhodey, but she’s finally tipped you over the edge now.

“Okay, I think I get it now. You can’t have fun and let loose like usual so now you want to make me feel like shit for talking to someone new. Is that right?”

Carol is completely caught off guard by your anger. It would have been hard for her not to notice your cold demeanour the last couple days, but now she knows for sure that all has been directed at her.

“Y/N, that’s not it-“

“Are you sure? Because I know you think I’m the one keeping on a leash but right now it’s feeling a lot like it’s the other way around.���

“What?” Carol blinks at you, trying to make sense of your words.

“Well that’s what you told Rhodey, right? You’re being held back. You can’t have any fun. You’re being kept on a leash.”

“Y/N,” Carol starts.

“Don’t try to deny it, Carol. I heard you say it.”

Everything actually makes sense to Carol now. She isn’t sure how she hadn’t pieced it together before that you’d possibly overheard her. At least now, though, she knew she could clear things up for you. Thank god, because she’s now gotten a taste of being in your bad books and she isn’t particularly enjoying it.

“I won’t deny it. I do feel like I’m being kept on a leash,” she simply says. You scoff again and shake your head, already getting ready to walk away before Carol grabs your arm to keep you in place.

“But I never said you were the one holding me back. Hell, you’re the one thing keeping me sane through this whole thing.”

You maintain your harsh glare, though you stop trying to pull your arm from her.

“I just,” she lets out a short breath and looks at you. “I’m not used to having my every move monitored so closely. I’ve never had to behaviour particularly well at these things. It’s weird and uncomfortable and it’s hard for me to deal with but you’ve helped me a hell of a lot with everything.”

Your glare softens at the vulnerability that Carol has on show for you. She’s always struggled to express her feelings. She can’t find the right words and says things the wrong way half the time and you feel stupid that you hadn’t just asked Carol directly about what you’d overheard, given her track record with miscommunication.

You’d been too in your thoughts about your feelings for Carol and her possible feelings for you that you’d read things so wrong. You made an assumption and made things so much worse. You cringe at this situation you’ve somehow managed to cause. You’re just glad it hadn’t been a lot worse and that Carol was so forgiving of your occasionally petty behaviour.

“You know better than anyone that I don’t really respond well with being told what to do.”

You chuckle lightly at her and her face brightens at the sound.

“So you’re saying that you do have fun with me, then?” Carol laughs, thankful to not have your glare aimed her way anymore.

“You already know I do. In fact, I really liked the parts of the party that we spent together tonight. You know, despite you looking like you’d rather be anywhere else but with me the entire time.”

You roll your eyes at her, not at all surprised that her smart ass comments were already making an appearance again.

“That’s not true,” you laugh and then grow serious again. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you.”

Carol blinks at you and you watch her reaction with bated breath. “Do you mean that?” She asks softly and you smile at her and nod timidly.

“It could ruin everything we have but I don’t think I can keep hiding the fact that I want to be near you all the time anymore.”

“Well I can’t really blame you for that,” Carol says, a hint of a smirk on her face and you let out a laugh and smile widely at her when she almost casually places her arms around your waist.

“Shut up, Danvers,” you mutter.

“Make me,” she promptly replies and you only wait a quick beat before you’re pressing forward and capturing her lips with yours.

If you thought your last kiss was amazing, then this kiss was something completely new all together. The fact that you’re kissing Carol because you both want to, and not because of some fake narrative, has you smiling into the kiss, knocking your teeth with Carol’s.

You pull back, both laughing, before her arms tighten around your waist and she leans in to meet your lips again. She’s tentative with her movements at first; you both are really, but like last time, you both grow more confident and she ends the kiss with a nip to your bottom lip.

“You know, I hated seeing you with that other girl,” Carol admits.

“Yeah? Well, imagine how I felt having to watch you leave with all those women at literally every party Tony throws.”

Carol bites her lip, regret on her face. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you place your arms around Carol’s neck. “We’re here now. Let’s just leave the past in the past, okay?” You peck her lips reassuringly.

“Okay,” Carol whispers against your lips, stealing one more quick kiss. “Should we go back in?”

You sigh and drop your head to Carol’s shoulder for a second. “I suppose we probably should.”

“Come on. They want to see a happy couple. Let’s show them a happy couple,” Carol says and you lift your head and smile shyly at her, your mind still racing to catch up with these unexpected turn of events.

“Sounds good to me.”

You run your hands down Carol’s shoulders, down her arms until you reach her hands and you take them in your own. Carol lifts one of your hands to her lips and presses a kiss to it, earning a blush from you and she’s unable to fight the cheesy grin that makes its way onto her face.

She walks you to the door and holds it open for you. “After you, my lady,” she says and you laugh.

“Are you going to be this cheesy and chivalrous forever now?” You ask.

“Depends. Do you want me to be?”

“I just want you to be you,” you reply as Carol follows you through the door and takes your hand again.

“And what about you? Are you going to be cheesy forever now, too?” She teases and you chuckle in response before Nat calls you over from the group she’s standing in and you’re removed from the moment you and Carol are sharing together.

Not a problem, you think. You’ve got plenty of opportunities to share even more of these moments with Carol now.

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This time, when you wake up in Carol’s arms, you don’t flinch away. Instead, you wear a sleepy grin on your face and press a soft kiss to her jawline, watching her stir for a moment before she settles again, a soft smile adorning her face.

You happily snuggle closer to her, pressing your face into the crook of her neck and drifting back to sleep without a single worry on your mind for the first time in weeks.

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Legally Ginger Chapter 4 (Romione, PG-13)

Title: Legal Ginger, Chapter 4 "Not Completely Unfortunate Looking"

Pairing: Romione, minor Ron/Astoria, Harry/Astoria

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Ron makes his first East Coast friend

Thanks adnei for all the beta help!

Bolded dialogue plus the chapter title are verbatim or very very heavily ripped from the movie.

Thank you for all your comments last chapter! I think the fun of these RomCom inspired fics is to surprise you with what character ends up where.

And to be clear, I love Harry - not as much as Ron but I am one of these weirdos that somehow thinks the main character is underrated in his own series. But the very few times Harry was mad at Ron, he knew how to cut and I'm going to have some fun with that. I doubt you'll hate Harry when this story is complete. But you might at the end of next chapter.

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Ron stormed back to his room, struggling with the lock as his hands shook. After finally getting the door open, he quickly grabbed for Pig’s leash. The pug has out of his bed and at Ron’s feet in a flash.

Ron, who didn’t have patience for Pig’s short legs today, scooped him up and stomped down the hall and out to the parking lot. He jerked open the door to his Escape and deposited Pig in the passenger’s seat before taking a deep breath.

Pig tilted his head quizzically.

“We need to hit something.”

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After driving about 10 miles, Ron spotted it. A large building that had seen better days with steel cages and a dilapidated miniature golf course outside. The weathered sign outside it said “Hogs Head Sports Center and Pub”.

He cut through two lanes of traffic to turn into the mostly empty parking lot. After putting the car in park, he took a second to dig for quarters in his center console but came up empty. “Shit,” he sighed.

Ron grabbed Pig’s leash and the dog hopped down to follow him towards the building.

Upon entering, Ron found the inside to be about as unkempt as the outside but it was surprisingly clean. Another pleasant surprise was that there was a bar to the right with a few grizzled townies eating nachos and being served drafts by a grumpy looking bearded bartender while they watched Sportscenter on a small flat screen. In the back was a sole batting cage, a few arcade machines and a beat up door with a paper taped to it that said “Simulator in Use”. To the left, a small counter with golf clubs, colored golf balls, and tiny pencils.

Behind the counter was the biggest man Ron had ever seen in real life and he’d been lucky enough to meet three Lakers, two Warriors, and a Ram. Similar to the bartender, he had unkempt hair and a wild beard but unlike the old guy slinging drinks, he was middle aged and his face split in a big smile upon seeing Ron.

“Hello,” the giant of a man greeted him. “What’s doing?”

“I need some quarters for the cages,” Ron said, holding out a $5.

“Sure,” the man agreed and opened the cash register.

“Thanks,” Ron muttered and started to walk out the door before stopping short. “Shit.”

“Something wrong?”

“I don’t have my bat,” Ron said, shaking his head.

“Came to the cages without a bat?” the guy said, his accent so thick that Ron had to pause to process before answering.

“Uh yeah. I sort of just needed to find something to hit that wasn’t…” Ron trailed off.

“The other guy?” The giant man finished his sentence with a chuckle.

Ron laughed. “Pretty much.”

The man walked into the back room and came out with two worn bats. “I’ve been there,” he said, handing Ron one.

“Thanks.”

“You look like you could use some company,” the man said.

Ron considered for a moment. He’d been lonely as hell this week. Growing up with six siblings, living in a fraternity house… he wasn’t used to all this time to himself. And this guy was only the second genuine conversation he’d had since arriving in Boston.

“Sure,” he replied. “My name’s Ron.”

The man outstretched a giant hand. “Everyone calls me Hagrid.”

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“We hooked up the night before graduation and she’s already engaged to this d-bag?”

“I don’t get it,” Hagrid said. “What’s so great about this guy?”

Ron had spent the last half hour spilling his life story while hitting balls off the fastest pitching machine in the cages. Hagrid had proved himself to be a captive and empathetic audience - almost like talking with one of his older brothers.

Ron shrugged. “He’s obviously smart.”

“Why? Cause he got into Harvard? So did you. Better looking than you?”

“I mean, he’s a little scrawny. If I’d actually been dumb enough to hit him, I’d have won before he even knew we were fighting but he’s decent looking enough. I’ve got a sister and he’s her type.”

“He seems like a total asshole so no way he’s got you beat on personality,” Hagrid said.

Ron laughed. “You’ve known me for forty minutes!”

Now Hagrid shrugged. “Lived here my whole life. Not to paint with too broad a brush but there aren’t a lot of Harvard kids kicking back with the counter guy at a rec center. You check out.”

“That’s probably true from what I’ve seen,” Ron agreed. “But I’m not really a Harvard kid. I just...I actually don’t know what I expected.”

“You expected to spend the rest of your lives together! I don’t get why it’s so hard. Isn’t that what all the TV shows tell us women want? My girl, Olympe, she dumped me a few months back. She took everything. Our home, the Dunkie’s rewards, my baby Fangs…”

“Fangs?”

“Best mutt there is,” Hagrid said. “Although this guy’s pretty great.” Hagrid leaned down to scratch the Pig’s ears.

“I'm sorry, that sucks,” Ron replied, shaking his head.

“It happens all the time,” Hagrid shrugged. “You ready for a beer?”

“Always,” agreed Ron and they walked back toward the main building.

Upon entering the building, Ron set his bat on the counter. “What’s the old man got on tap?”

When Hagrid didn’t immediately reply, Ron turned to look at him. He was standing frozen, staring across the room where an attractive middle aged brunette woman in a polo shirt and jeans was pushing an empty dolley out from behind the bar and towards them.

“Hi, Hagrid,” she said with a smile. Ron turned to grab the door and hold it open for her.

“Uh, yeah, uh hi,” stammered Hagrid. He tried to slide his bat on the counter but only succeeded in knocking the one Ron used to the floor with a loud clatter.

She waved as she left the building.

“Could I be any more goddamn spastic?” Hagrid bemoaned. Ron gave a sympathetic wince. “Now I really need that drink.”

Ron followed him over to the bar and slid onto the stool next to him.

“Abe? Can we get a couple?”

The bearded old man behind the bar grunted and poured them two drafts.

Hagrid took a sip and shook his head. “This women stuff is hard. Never thought I’d be in this position at my age. But you’re still young. Doesn’t have to be this difficult for you. Smart guy, good guy, athletic guy like you. You’d find another girl in no time.”

“I mean, maybe, but Astoria…. she’s worth fighting for, you know?”

“Well, engaged ain’t married,” said Hagrid. “Never, ever, ever give up.”

Ron burst out laughing. “That’s Michael Scott advice!”

“Eh, it worked out for Jim and Pam,” insisted Hagrid.

“Well, I’m not giving up yet, so don’t worry.”

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Ron entered his first class Tuesday morning, feeling much more confident. After leaving Hogs Head with a stomach full of greasy nachos, Hagrid’s number, and an offer to text anytime, he'd returned to campus and poured over all the syllabi and orientation packets again. He felt confident that he’d done the pre-work needed to enter his Criminal Law class.

He plunked down in his seat and looked around. In front of him sat Astoria and what’s his face. Harry had his arm draped behind the back of her chair.

Engaged ain’t married. Engaged ain’t married. He repeated to himself.

In addition to his studying last night, he had tried to scour social media to see if there was a wedding date set, but the news seemed totally non-existent. On a whim, he had texted Lavender. Lavender had said she was working for LiveNation post graduation but Ron wondered if she’d actually joined the FBI - thirty minutes later, she had emailed him a whole mess of screenshots from various social media accounts, college newsletters, and local newspapers. He thought he might even have Harry’s social security number in the file. The only thing he cared about was that she had confirmed there was no date set and that they intended on a long engagement.

“Hem, hem.”

The noise came from a small woman standing at the front of the hall. She had a flat face and her style of dress was atrocious - fluffy pink cardigan over a shapeless tan shift dress. He vowed to get a discrete picture of her to throw in the group chat.

“Welcome to Criminal Law. I am Professor Dolores Umbridge. I have high expectations of how you will perform and how you will conduct yourself in my class. I expect you to push yourselves to excel and outperform your classmates and yourselves. And bear in mind, performing well this year will have you well placed for one of four highly regarded internships at my firm next year where you will be applying your skills to real world cases.”

“Now, let’s commence with our usual torture,” she said. She studied a class roster.

Please not me. But I can do it. But also, please not me.

“Mr. Weasley.”

Goddamn it.

“Would you prefer your client have committed a crime malum in se or malum prohibitum?” Professor Umbridge asked.

“Well,” he said carefully. “I prefer they not have committed the crime at all.”

The rest of the class snickered.

“That is the dream, Mr. Weasley,” she said with a wry smile. She looked down at the roster again. “What about you, Mr. Potter?”

“Malum prohibitum,” he said confidently. “I’d rather they commit a regulatory infraction as opposed to a dangerous crime.”

“Well said, Mr. Potter,” Professor Umbridge replied. “Let’s take a closer look at malum prohibitum, shall we?”

Harry shot a glance back at Ron over his shoulder and gave him a shit eating grin before running his fingers up and down Stori’s arm.

We’re in the middle of fucking class and he’s mauling her like they’re at a kegger.

Before he could think better of it, Ron raised his hand.

“Oh,” said Professor Umbridge. “You had a question Mr. Weasley?”

“No,” said Ron. “I just changed my mind. I’ll take the dangerous criminal. Unlike Potter, a challenge has never scared me.”

Harry whipped his head around to glare at Ron.

“Exactly the spirit I like to see, Mr. Weasley,” Umbridge said approvingly.

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“Come on boy,” said Ron, urging Pig along down the stairs of the dorms.

The semester was now three weeks old. Ron was dutifully completing his reading each night and when McGonagall had come back at him again with a question, he had managed to piece together an answer that satisfied her.

Campus life, however, had continued to be fairly lonely for him. His debacle in McGonagall’s class had spread like wildfire and he’d been shunned from every study group he approached. He’d taken to reviewing in the bar at the Hogs Head for the company. He wasn’t sure if Hagrid liked him or Pig better but at least there was one place in town they were always welcome.

“I didn’t know pets were allowed in student housing,” he heard a voice say.

Ron glanced up to see a face that looked somewhat familiar to him. After a tick, he recognized the woman speaking as the same one who had reassured him that first day of classes.

“Service animals are,” he told her.

She looked at him skeptically, brushing her voluminous hair behind her ears. “Is he a service animal?”

“He provides services,” Ron said, giving her a cocky grin.

She pursed her lips as though she was trying not to smile. “Such as?”

“Getting the attention of beautiful women,” Ron answered.

The brunette stood up and crossed her arms against her chest but there was really no hiding her obvious amusement. “Wow.” She shook her head and started to walk away.

“Come on, that was a good line, right?” Ron called after her.

She stopped and looked back at him. “I just didn’t think that was an area that you needed assistance in,” she said slyly, before walking away.

Shit, what a response.

He grinned, watching her go. He was about to call and ask her name - after all, she was the friendliest person on the campus - when he caught a glimpse of Astoria out of the corner of his eye. She was standing about twenty feet away with fucking Harry’s arm draped around her shoulders, talking to a couple of other students. For fuck’s sake, is she full of helium now? He’s constantly got an arm around her to weigh her down. But she was watching Ron through narrowed eyes.

Ron gave a small wave and Stori blushed, clearly embarrassed that she was caught. At that moment, Harry seemed to notice his fiancée was distracted and glanced in Ron’s direction. He threw Ron one of his patented spoiled rich dick smirks. Ron smirked right back and winked.

I’m not as out of the picture as you think. We’ll see who wins this one.

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Ron was just stepping out of the bathroom when he spotted his phone lighting up.

Fred

FaceTime as soon as you can!

He sighed, threw on a shirt, and dialed his brother.

Fred’s face appeared before him. Sort of. Wherever he was was dark, loud and full of strobe lights.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked.

“We’re celebrating!” shouted Fred. The camera turned and Ron suddenly saw a whole slew of his friends.

Parvati came into view. “Seamus proposed and Lav said yes!”

Over her right shoulder, Ron spotted the aforementioned couple kissing. Over Parvati’s left shoulder though, he saw…

“Are you at a strip club?” Ron asked.

“Of course!” yelled George. “It’s 6pm on a Monday. Half price drinks and free buffet at Diamond’s!”

“I just bought a ring, I gotta pay for a wedding, and student loans are coming due,” Seamus said, now closer to the camera. Lavender’s face wasn’t in view but he assumed the hand with the ring on screen belonged to her.

“Congrats buddy,” Ron said, feeling a sting.

“June 9th. I need you as one of my groomsmen, right? Lavender’s first cousin is like six two. If she wears heels, only you can match up to her.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Ron assured him.

“Ron! Did that stuff help? Has she dumped that douche yet?” Lavender screamed, not aware of just how close she was to the mic.

“Uh, I’m making progress,” Ron said.

“Almost October bro,” George said. “If anyone can make it work, you can.”

“Or just come home!” he heard his sister shout from far away.

“I’ll see you all soon,” Ron said. “Have fun.”

“I’ll slip Destiny a $5 and tell her it’s from you in case you change your mind,” Ginny called. Then the screen went black.

God, he missed his friends, his family. He missed having a bunch of guys at the frat to hang out with at the drop of a hat. He missed having a dozen teammates, available for a run at the drop of a hat. He missed Tim, the coffee cart guy who always knew his correct coffee/milk/syrup ratio.

He didn’t think Harvard would be easy. He didn’t think that it would be easy to get Astoria back. But he assumed making friends would be easy. He didn’t even remember how he made friends at CULA - did he even have to try? He sighed and picked up Pig’s leash, ready to take him for one last walk.

“It’s a Cambridge tradition - pass it along to everyone,” he heard someone say down the hall. “8 o’clock tomorrow at Gord’s Pub”

“What tradition?” Ron asked, coming around the corner. “Oh.”

There he was, face to face, with Harry Potter.

“Uh, sorry,” said Ron. “I heard the word pub.”

Harry looked at him and then gave a slight smile. “Yeah, man. There’s a trivia night at Gord’s Pub tomorrow night. It’s sort of a law school tradition to hit it up.”

“Trivia night, huh?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, the guy who does it prides himself on coming up with the most difficult questions he can. It’s impossible to win. Everyone completely bombs on every question so everyone just gets drunk by the second half. I hear it’s a pretty good night,” Harry said.

“Cool,” said Ron awkwardly.

“You should stop by. I’m sure there’ll be a team you can jump onto,” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe I will,” Ron said.

“Cool dog,” Harry said, pointing at Pig.

“Uh, thanks. Have a good night,” Ron said, walking away.

Am I so desperate for friends that I’m hanging out with this douche? I guess so.

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I hope it's okay to ask for a HP romantic and friend matchup from the golden trio era and possibly romantic for marauders (please don't feel like you have to do the marauders one too if it's too much. I definitely don't want to stress you).

My pronouns are she/her and my romantic preference would be for a guy. I'm 5'4 and my style usually lingers somewhere between feminine, preppy, and "basic". I do think it's important to put at least some level of effort into my appearance.

My HP house is Ravenclaw (second highest Slytherin) and my enneagram is 1w2 (with 3 as a very close second top number)

I'm a super hardworking and ambitious person (sometimes at the expense of my own mental health and wellness). It's important to me to be able to work towards my goals and be with someone who has goals of their own. I'd get frustrated by someone who never knows when to take things seriously. I have a tendency to stress myself out sometimes and often let my stress bottle up. Cleaning/organizing and baking always help me feel centered and reduce my stress when I feel like I'm freaking out a bit. I tend to also be a little bit of a control freak on occasion in everyday life.

I can be a bit reserved when it comes to meeting new people, but when I'm around my close friends and family, I'm more open and talkative. I don't feel the need to force conversation though and can enjoy time around people just by doing our own thing next to each other and relaxing in each other's company. My friends and family are really important to me and I always try to be reliable and there for them whenever they need support.

When it comes to hobbies, I enjoy reading, watching tv/movies, cross stitch, and shopping. I used to be on a dance drill team and have continued doing yoga to keep up my flexibility because it helps me feel healthy. My favorite genres in books, movies, tv shows, etc. are romance and mystery, but I especially love when something has a big plot twist or is really thought provoking so that I can discuss it with someone I know. I also tend to be a romantic. I'm not really an outdoorsy person though and don't enjoy things like camping and hiking a ton.

When it comes to my idea of a perfect date it would probably be something pretty classic like going out to a nice dinner. I do enjoy getting dressed up and doing something fancy. Though, I'd also enjoy something like going to a carnival or festival together and just enjoying each other's company for a day. The most important thing is just spending time and connecting with the person I care about. My love languages are quality time and physical touch. It's simple, but I think it's super sweet just walking down the street and holding hands with someone. I also think it's nice when someone is taller than me so I can lean my head on their arm or shoulder while we stand next to each other (this sounds cheesy haha).

Goodness this came out so long, but I hope it's okay. Thanks so much for doing this!

This was amazing and no problem at all, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

You value hard work. Cedric is by no means a stranger to hard work. Getting paired together for a project is the most likely way you two realized just how much you can accomplish together.

While Cedric realizes the importance of his schooling and the high piles of work that come with it, he also recognizes that maintaining a balance between “work” and “play” is the secret to a healthy, manageable life. He admires your work ethic (and supports your goals 100%), but he’s also the first to advise taking a step back when the world starts asking too much of you.

It’s because Cedric has the utmost respect for you that he doesn’t just outright dismiss your outbursts that occur whenever he’s attempting to get you to relax for a moment. He makes sure you know that he finds both the work you’re doing as well as your mental health important, and all he wants to do is help you find that middle ground where you don’t have to sacrifice either one.

Learning that you already have ways to cope with stress (cleaning, organizing, baking) eases his mind, and he even uses this information to his benefit. He knows that suggesting one of these activities as an alternative to partaking in any stressful work environment you’ve found yourself in betters the chances of you taking a well-deserved break.

Aside from actual dates, it’s these little breaks where the two of you spend the most quality time together. In terms of conversation, things can range from talking lightly about your days, taking on a vulnerable tone for more personal topics, or even just a silence that sits comfortably between you while you work.

Also, it’s almost surprising how much Cedric loves watching mystery TV shows and movies with you. It’s not necessarily something he would’ve found himself doing otherwise, but he loves having someone to share the massive surprise that comes with a major plot twist. After the screen goes dark, you two can find yourselves discussing what you just watched for hours without growing bored.

As for the traditional dates, you can bet that Cedric is up for both dressing up for a nice restaurant or taking the more casual route by going to a carnival. The variety not only keeps your relationship interesting, but it proves that the location really doesn’t matter -- you enjoy yourselves and feel just as strongly for each other no matter what.

Overall, the mutual respect and dedication between you and Cedric create the ultimate power couple dynamic. Alone you can accomplish many things, but together the possibilities are endless. But at the end of a long day, it becomes clear that having each other is all that really matters.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

DRACO MALFOY

Don’t be fooled. Before this friendship was anywhere near friendly, you and Draco made up one of the most competitive duos Hogwarts has ever seen. Your high work ethic and his constant need to be recognized as a great wizard clashed, and Draco was found applying himself to his work like he never had before.

It probably took you two being forced to work together to realize you (surprise!!!) actually make a pretty good team.

The sudden burst of motivation Draco found while competing against you stays after you become friends, and you’re the one who teaches him how to use this newfound ethic more efficiently. He recognizes that you taking a break from your own work to give him these helpful pointers is a big deal, and though he doesn’t say it, he’s grateful.

Whenever he isn’t off trying to impress someone or make sure his name remains respected, he’s often in the library with you, working away. You don’t talk much, though the question “How are things?” serves as a solid conversation started for the times when the work you’re doing doesn’t need to be rushed.

You both come to find that you value the other’s opinion on many things. Both schoolwork and social matters are things you bring up with the other, and advice-giving (yes, Draco can give advice when he feels like it) becomes a common theme.

Support becomes a key part of your friendship. Draco makes sure you take care of yourself and you make sure he knows he’s more than just his last name. Rumors of his family’s involvement in certain affairs aren’t exactly rare, and while you don’t force him to open up, you make a point to remind him time after time that he has the power to choose his own destiny.

And when he does finally open up to you in private, your opinion of him doesn’t change in the slightest. You reassure him of this, explaining that whatever he needs, you’re there for him. You realize you can’t do much to change his situation, but you know that simply being a loyal friend through all this might be just what he needs.

Overall, you and Draco hold each other in very high regard, and though you bring different perspectives to the table, you realize you’re willing to help each other in any way you can.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Remus understands you find his friends annoying. He finds them annoying. But seeing you sit through one of their worst hyperactive, downright ridiculous episodes just so you could spend time with him while knowing you can get fed up with people who have a hard time taking anything seriously demonstrated that you were committed to your relationship and were willing to accommodate whoever he hung out with.

As someone who outworks over ¾ the school, Remus is a master at recognizing the early stages of burnout. Whenever he sees it in you, he’ll take on a softer tone and gently ask if you’d like to direct your attention elsewhere for a while and return to work at a later time.

You often work in the same room as each other, taking solace in the gentle quiet you two can find if you get lucky enough to find such a spot. While you both enjoy the peaceful, intimate conversations that usually come at the end of a long day, you are also content with saving that for later and using the time at hand to focus on schooling.

The complexity of your conversations (whether it be about the latest book you both read, a recent assignment from a shared class, or one of life’s mysteries) is much higher than that of the average couple. With the level of thought you two are already capable of, you challenge each other by exploring new ways of thinking together.

Remus can be quite the romantic when he wants to be. Respectful, yet simple gestures (such as opening a door for you) are a given, but he also loves little signs of affection such as holding your hand as you walk through Hogsmeade. He revels in the feeling of being close to you, and don’t be surprised if he gives your hand a gentle squeeze once in a while.

Overall, not only do you and Remus unlock new levels of thought and productivity, but you also have a pure, sweet love for each other that is timeless.