#and i stayed up for two hours waiting for at least some form of acknowledgement not even a sorry

[erikatsu]

okay, i had my laughs last night but i feel like this needs to be said because im still a bit irate and this is serious. rant about plagiarism under the cut.

if you are going to accuse someone of plagiarism, you need to be 100% sure they actually did it. you need to have your proof ready before you even say a word. as someone who has had 4 different blogs + 29483929 urls, i have reposted some of my own works at least twice.

receiving a comment asking people to report my work as stolen nearly sent me into an anxiety attack my mind was thinking, “i wrote this fic a year ago and bc im just now reposting it, im going to be the one who gets the hit for plagiarism… not on my watch. i’ll call them out before they do it to me.” so i scoured ao3 for any trace of this fic and found nothing besides a toji fic with the same title but different premise, because the comment was made that it was originally on ao3. so i figured “what are the odds this ao3 poster has a tumblr” and went to the accusers blog. low and behold– and only after two minutes of scrolling– i find they had reblogged it when i had posted it on this account for literally an hour. i don’t even rmr why i posted and priv’d it that quickly but i did.

i originally posted this fic on. april 24th 2022 on my blog first nsfw blog, touyaphoria. reposted here when i was tumblr user bladiez, for a split second on august 1st 2023 (which i forgot until i saw their rb). i reposted and left for good on the 8th of this month on my now writing blog tomuras. it was stated in the final repost that it was a repost (i have since changed the note to specify which blogs it was posted on beforehand). and it would’ve taken them less time to realize both fics were posted by the same person had they scrolled their own blog instead of me figuring it out myself. it could have been totally avoided.

now, i do appreciate someone looking out for my work like that, i really do. but on the other hand it felt so shitty to be somewhat publicly accused of something that i didn’t even do. and it felt even shittier that i received no apology for it. i didn’t even send them the pictures i posted here as proof, i sent them proof straight from google docs + my initial idea being discussed with a friend of mine and that seemed to be enough because they never responded and they never made a callout post like they said they would. the usual tumblr drama and discourse i can let roll off my shoulders. but an allegation like that is heavy and not just on tumblr. if an actual published author was accused of plagiarism the backlash would be outrageous and have extreme consequences.

tdlr: please heed the notes on posts, not just warnings. do your research before falsely accusing someone. or, if you can be bold enough to accuse someone, at least have the decency to apologize for it if you are wrong.

[schrodingers-romy]

You Don’t Gotta Hold Me Down, Baby (I Know How to Sink) [Shidou Ryusei x Reader]

Pairing: Shidou Ryusei x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1800 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Ryusei is used to feeling empty at the end of the day; at least, until he has you.

Warnings: crying, some light depression i think from shidou, kisses, reader and ryusei are both lonely and weird idk what to tell you, no gendered pronouns/terms used for reader, gratuitous petnames, some innuendo but nothing sexual/heated happens

Notes: I read in the character book line where he 'cries at the end of the day when he becomes nothing' and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I sincerely hope it's in character but idk. I love him anyways tho and I had fun writing this <3 Title is a lyric from RELAX AFTER WORK WITH A DRINK by Lilyisthatyou.

At the end of the day, Shidou Ryusei becomes nothing.

During the day, lit by the radiance of the sun, he was something. He was in control of his own destiny, a daredevil chasing the high of the next explosion. Whether that explosion came from kicking a soccer ball or kicking some slime’s face in was irrelevant; it was the rush of endorphins it gave him that was important. He was in peak form, the predator at the top of the food chain, devouring the opportunities the world had gifted him, glutting himself on whatever adrenaline high presented itself. But it never lasted; the explosive energy he had faded to nothing at the end of the day, pleasure slipping through his fingers like smoke in the wind, escaping him with the escaping daylight. After sunset, he was left empty, void of any sort of vitality; like a combustion engine with no fuel to light, he was left stiff, and cold, and useless. Forgotten.

He didn't even bother trying to stay up much past sunset, most days. Even with the sun’s lingering warmth rising from the earth during the night, it was always too cold for him, without the light shining on him. He was a photosynthetic organism, relying on sunlight to create his own sustenance in the form of his explosions.

Ryusei liked to think that the faster he went to sleep, the faster he would see the sun again.

It even worked, sometimes.

But sometimes it didn't. Sometimes he lay there for hours, too tired to do anything, and too tired to sleep. It was a bone-deep exhaustion, one that made his joints ache dully, and his eyes stay stuck open, as tears dripped freely down from them onto the thin and faded material of his pillowcase. Those nights, he desperately waited for the sun to return, so he could come back to life. So he could go back to seeking some way to make himself feel. And maybe he would be lucky enough to somehow make his mark on the world, so he would no longer fade from it every night like a mirage.

But he hadn’t made a mark on the world yet. He had yet to make something of himself.

So, at night, Shidou Ryusei would cry as he became nothing.

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You were both a particular brand of lonely.

Something in the both of you had noticed each other; like calling to like. You were too close for people who had known each other for such a short period of time; it would be concerning, if either of you cared. But you didn’t, so you spent your days attached at the hip. Gorging yourselves on the attention of the other, desperate creatures starved for the acknowledgement and understanding that you had only ever found in each other.

It wasn’t an understanding borne of explicit conversation; the two of you had discussed almost everything under the sun and moon, but you both excelled at skirting the razor’s edge of baring your issues fully. Whether it was because neither of you understood your own mind yourself, or because some sort of animal instinct in you just understood each other without having to spill the gore of your worst feelings, it was unclear. It didn’t really matter, anyways. You were two sides of the same corroded coin, two pieces of a defective puzzle that could only ever fit together.

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It was past midnight, and you were exhausted. The noise from the television was nothing more than the canned background hum to Ryusei's presence. The true focus of the scene was his flickering gaze and the hot press of his thighs against yours. You were sitting so close you could nearly count every single one of his numerous blond lashes. The shadows they cast on his cheeks were hypnotizing to you, and you found yourself leaning into him, with a combination of your own sleepiness and the dizzy, floaty sensation you always felt when you were this close to him casting you off balance. You could not help yourself from leaning further in, until you were falling into him. Your cheek landed pressed onto the warmth of his exposed collarbone, where his oversized shirt collar had slipped down to reveal tanned skin. You let out a heavy sigh, nuzzling into him, as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you ever closer to his heated body.

“Tired, babes?” he asked, the uncharacteristic deep, slow tone to his voice betraying his own sleepiness.  

“Mhmm hmm,” you mumbled. “Too tired to go home. I’m staying here tonight.”

With anyone else, you wouldn’t have been so bold as to invite yourself to stay the night for the first time. But everything was different with Ryusei. You could be as bold as you wanted, take what you wanted, without fear of ridicule or rejection or anger. He would just give you a particular feral grin, when you asserted yourself, that made you feel confident and on top of the world.

It’s only because you’re so close that you felt the slight hitch in his breath. He covered it nearly seamlessly with his usual attitude. “Of course! I’d love to have you spend the night with me, sexy~”

You nipped lightly at his collar bone, chastising. “Just sleeping, Ryu, no innuendo intended.”

“Aww, how can you say that, after putting your teeth on me,” he whined, teasing. “You know that gets me going, sugar…”

“I want you to get going. To sleep,” you retorted. “I’m tiredddd.” You let your voice trail into a childish whine.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Ryusei shifted, sliding one arm underneath your thighs and one behind your back to lift you up into a bridal carry. “Do I have Your Highness’s permission to take you to bed? I promise not to have my wicked way with you there. Knight’s honor.”

“Ah, why would I not trust my most loyal knight? Take me away, good sir.”

Ryusei grinned wide enough to show gums, before carrying you out of the living room with surprising gentleness.

(Though it wasn’t entirely surprising, to you.)

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The room was dark, aside from the weak, silvered light of the moon and stars that leaked from Ryusei’s uncovered window. It was just bright enough for you to see the faintest details of his face.

He looked softer, hair down, kohl washed away, venomous pink eyes half-lidded; a sort of physical representation of how he bared himself to you. You were compelled to pull him closer to you, until you could bury your face into his product-free hair. You let out a contented hum at feeling the abnormal silkiness of it.

You were so comfortable; you felt like you were melting into the mattress. It had been forever since you had gone to sleep feeling so relaxed (and safe, and not alone); you couldn’t be blamed for nearly drifting off the second you laid down with Ryusei in your arms.

You were almost gone, slipping into dreamland by the pull of the gentle hands of Morpheus, when you felt Ryusei begin to tremble in your arms.

It was like a switch had been flipped, removing sleep from the edges of your mind like the swipe of an eraser on a chalkboard. You were immediately focused on him.

“Ryusei? Are you okay?” you whispered, a sliver of panic slipping into your voice.

You could feel him shaking slightly in your hold, arms wrapped in a vice grip around you, face pressed tightly into your neck, hiding his expression from you. You felt a drip of wetness fall onto your skin and slip down.

He was crying.

“Baby,” you murmured, hugging his lax body even closer to yours, like you could tuck him away into your ribcage, safe and sound. “Ryu, darling, what’s wrong?” You felt off-balance, perhaps for the first time since you had met. Your understanding did not extend to this, not when he had so carefully pirouetted around any true pain he felt when you talked.

He gripped you tighter for a moment, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, before he relaxed his hold. “Nothin’s wrong.” He lifted his head to look at you.

The tear trails on his face were lit up like liquid drips of mercury in the moonlight. But he didn’t look devastated, as you expected; instead, he had the smallest, softest smile you had ever seen him wear. Even in the half-light, his gaze was soaked in so much affection, he looked love-drunk. It rendered you speechless.

“Y’know,” he laughed wetly, “I usually cry, at night. When I become nothing.” He took a deep, shuddering breath.

You lifted one hand to his face, wiping away the fresh flow of tears that leaked from his glittering eyes. Your eyebrows were creased, a pang going through your heart at his words.

But he wasn’t done, pausing only to nuzzle his cheek further into your hand, like a housecat. “Still cryin’, tonight, but I’m not sad. Y’see babes? I’m not sad. I don’t feel like nothing, I feel happy. Happy tears, sweetheart, just cause tonight I’m with you.” He giggled, hiccupping slightly as his laughter caught on the tears still welling up.

You gaped at Ryusei for a moment, before you yanked him into a kiss. It wasn’t the best kiss ever, still wet with his tears, barely more than a firm press of mouths together before you release him.

He grinned at you for a moment, before dropping back down onto you, boneless. “I feel drunk. Like I’m high. Crossfaded. On you, babe!~” he blabbered, sing-song. “It’s not an explosion, it’s a bonfire inside of me! Shit, this might be better than playing. Or fighting. I might even be a little horny right now, I can’t tell.”

“God, you’re so weird, Ryu.” You punctuated your statement with a firm kiss to his forehead, making an exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound that drew a giggle from the man on top of you. “I love you. I’m gonna be with you forever. I’ll move in, and we’ll sleep together every night, you’ll never feel like nothing again.”

“Maybe I AM horny…horny off of love…emotionally horny?” he rambled. “Fuck, I don’t know, babe, but I love you too, and I’m never gonna let your pretty ass go now, y’hear?”

“Perfect. We’ll become one organism. Symbiosis. Like lichen,” you breathed.

Ryusei let out a lovesick sigh. “Love it when you talk sexy to me.”

You felt one of his hands drift down to squeeze one of your ass cheeks.

You let out an exasperated, but fond sigh. “Ryusei. Go to sleep.”

“Okay honey~” he said, letting out a little giggle into your collarbone.

(And for the first time in years, neither of you fell asleep feeling empty, or lonely; and you would wake up to find joy in the sunrise together.)

[caeliuluru]

warmth (in all its forms)

Summary: You are sick. Xavier takes care of you. Tags: gender-neutral MC, established relationship Xavier/MC, so fluffy sweet that YOU might get sick (with diabetes), very slight angst (if you’ve read his anecdotes)

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You've always prided yourself for being on top of things when it comes to your health. It's no surprise that being a Hunter requires a good level of fitness, with all the running around and killing Wanderers. Despite your heart condition, you were considered well enough for your line of work. You eat properly, work out, and get enough sleep (or try to, at least), and you’re quite happy with yourself!

Which is why it is surprising when you wake up with a cough, and a few sniffles. No matter, it’ll probably go away within the day. Out of consideration for the people around you, you pocket a face mask as you head to work, and ignore the slight throb at the back of your head.

The hours fly by. After finishing your paperwork, you go on patrols with another Alpha Team member whose partner caught a bad cold. You even got to say hi to Xavier at headquarters before going out. Your limbs do feel a bit heavier, and some of your shots missed, but you assure your teammate that you’re fine. Thankfully, there weren’t any high-level Wanderers lurking this time around.

Captain Jenna shakes her head when you get back. “Take a break when you get home, you’ve done well today,” she says. Stubborn as you are, though, you don’t pick up on the underlying meaning of her words.

You leaf through some reports while eating a snack, feeling stuffy. The dull pain you felt earlier has intensified to a full migraine.

“Hey! Wanna get some milk tea? Captain Jenna mentioned you looked a bit low on energy today.” Tara beams at you from above your desk. You’d drank so much water today, was it just the city heat? And your favorite drink did sound good…

”Your treat?” You playfully ask your friend, and stifle a cough.

“Of course not! We have the same paycheck, anyway, don’t we?” She pouts and flicks your forehead lightly.

The expression on her face changes to one of concern. “Wait…” She rests the back of her palm on your forehead this time. “You’re burning up! And you still went to work!”

“It was just a cold…” your eyes turn away from her awkwardly, not wanting to admit that you really just wanted to power through the day despite the symptoms.

“Just go home!”

Suddenly, Tara leans to whisper in your ear. “And I’m pretty sure Xavier will do a good job taking care of you.”

She winks, and you feel your fever rise a little bit more, flustered.

The two of you spot a familiar silver-haired hunter coming in your direction. “Well, I’ll head back now. Get some rest, okay? I’ll keep you updated on work. You can’t go fighting Wanderers when you’re sick!”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine in no time,” you reassure her.

“You will, as long as you stay in bed!” It’s that tone she uses when she chides you for working overtime days in a row. You clearly love your work, sometimes to a fault.

She then turns to wave at your hunting partner and recently-made-boyfriend as she walks back to her cubicle. “Hey Xavier!”

He nods in acknowledgment, his usual aloof expression recognizable from anywhere.

If there’s one thing you did notice about him these past few months, however, it’s that it softens when he looks at you.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

You pout.

“I wanted milk tea.”

“And you look like one of the crying kitties in Kitty Cards.” He tilts his head to the side with a knowing look. “It seems that you can’t wait to get a good rest.”

“Aren’t you scheduled for patrol duty?”

“I just finished my shift, which is why I was able to come to you. Now, let’s go.”

Unable to retort, you throw the wrapper of your snack into the bin below your desk and put your face mask back on.

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After returning your weapons and packing your things, you commute home with Xavier. The cold air from the air conditioning is a relief, but you still feel too warm. It’s an annoying feeling— and your upset only grows when you feel the sunshine rays on your skin as the train moves above ground. At the very least, you’re glad it wasn’t rush hour, else you’d have to deal with being squished as well.

“We can switch seats if you want. It’s less hot here.” Xavier looks at you, his hand close to yours.

“I’m fine, nothing I can’t handle.” With the heat and your head pounding, it’s tempting to rest your head on his shoulder and drift off, but you arrive at your stop before you can.

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Xavier follows you to your apartment, where you both remove your boots and change into house slippers. He doesn’t say a word, only looking through your cabinets for… something.

“You’re not going to cook, are you?” you ask from the bedroom, where you’re getting changed into pajamas. Your voice comes out a bit more hoarse than you expected.

“Mmm… just checking if you still have medicines here.” As you walk to the kitchen island, you can see him place a few medicine packets on the counter.

“I can get you soup from the hotpot place. Stay here.”

“Xavier, I can handle it, really.”

He doesn’t answer, silent as he grabs a small basin to fill with cold water. “Aren’t you tired?” Your head turns toward the direction of his voice, and you follow him into the bedroom. He rummages through your closet for smaller towels, right below the area where his spare clothes are placed. You have a few pairs of clothes in his apartment as well, just in case you slept over.

You acquiesce to his efforts, and finally decide to settle down in bed, wrapping the duvet around you. The soft pillow and the arcade plushies around you add to the cozy feeling, and you try to relax as you watch your boyfriend move around.

He dips the towel into the cool water, and places it over your warm forehead.

“Too cold?”

“No, perfect, actually.”

He takes a seat near your bedside table, hand on your blanket-covered leg.

“You didn’t tell me you were feeling sick.” To many, Xavier is unreadable. But you catch the small changes in his facial expressions. The way the corners of his lips turn slightly upward when he’s waiting for his hotpot order after a long day. The faraway look in his eyes when he looks out the balcony, stargazing. Now, it’s a small frown, although it doesn’t mean any anger. A mix of concern, tenderness, and something else… hurt? Fear?

“I told you, I’m strong enough. It’s just the flu, right? Someone at HQ caught it too, I filled in for them.”

“You can be so hard-headed sometimes, you know that?” His gentle voice wafts over you.

“Says the one who comes home looking like they got mauled by a bear.” You smirk under the face mask, and he huffs in response.

“Some people are delirious when they have a fever. You must be remembering things wrong.”

“Ah,” you tilt your voice higher to sound dramatic. “So the first aid kits I use on you are just delusions. What ever shall I do then, my knight?” He sighs and looks away, a hint of a smile lingering on his face. This time, he doesn’t look necessarily sad. More wistful, nostalgic. “Maybe he’s the one reminiscing,” you think to yourself. When he chuckles, a smile crosses your lips, too.

“Think about good things. And sleep.” He brings the Galaxy Kid plushie beside you. You notice him lift his hand further near your cheek, then move it to pat the stuffed toy.

Before he can fully pull his hand away, you grab his hand and nuzzle into it. It strikes you that this is something that he usually does towards you.

“I still have my knight to thank. How would I ever recover without his service?” You feel his eyes on yours. Although you feel bashful, you hold his gaze. It’s hard to look away from him— not when what’s reflected in the blue is security, comfort, love— only for you.

Then quietly, “I’ll let you know when something happens to me next time.”

He smiles, thumb rubbing your cheek, then gently takes your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“You should rest for now. I’ll get you that hotpot so you can take your medicine already.”

“Alright. Oh, I should message Dr. Zayne, I was supposed to have an appointment with him tomorrow but I’ll just have that rescheduled. I’ll tell him I’m sick.”

He frowns, eyebrows knitted together. “Do you really need to do that immediately?”

Was that jealousy? You hold in your laugh and boop his nose instead.

“Okay, okay. Don’t forget to ask for more tofu with my soup.”

“Mhm.” He kisses your cheek gently. “See you later.”

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A/N: my hc is that other than MC’s heart condition/Protocore Syndrome, she rlly is healthy and fit (realistically i think you would need to be if you were a hunter) but she's the kind of person who tends to get Really Sick if she does fall ill (which is rarely). thinking abt it actually i have a lot of hcs for MC haha.

anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this one! take care, stay hydrated yall <3

[ibims1seb]

The silent treatment

TW: panic attack, implied past trauma, not described bad memories, a hell lot of comfort

Whumpee had always had these episodes. Times, where anything and everything was just… too much, and their body shut down completely to leave nothing but a shaking mess for the outside world to see. They’d usually just stay in their room and wait out until they could do something again. And usually, no one cared about that. Well, at least, no one came to check if they were ok or to ask, why they were staying here.

Today, the memories came a lot sooner. It was normally around the evening, when they were tired and couldn’t control their emotions. But today, it was in the late morning hours.

They were sitting at the edge of the bed, knees slightly apart so that their elbows could sit on them comfortably and their head was resting in their hands, prompting them to stare into the abyss of painful memories. Their entire body was trembling while they let the waves wash over them again and again and again.

They were so consumed by the flashbacks that they didn’t even hear the knocking. They didn’t notice the door open and only when Caretaker was crouched down right in front of their vision did Whumpee realise they were there in the first place.

The newcomer just looked up at them. They didn’t start a conversation, question what was going on, or told them that everything was okay. They were just there, and that was all they needed.

Without thinking, they leaned forward, closing their eyes and connecting their foreheads in a silent touch of comfort. The crouched figure just let that happen. The two sat in silence. A comfortable and gentle silence.

Usually, Whumpee wouldn’t cry during these episodes, but this wasn’t usual. And that was okay. So, they did nothing to stop the tears from spilling. They let it happen. And it actually felt good! It felt good to let the hidden emotions take their toll and let them wash over their body. It felt good to break down the dam.

After what felt like an hour, but was probably just some minutes, Caretaker spoke up with a soothing and gentle voice: “Is it ok if I touch you?”

They weren’t sure why they asked, but that didn’t matter right now. They nodded, first hesitantly, then with a little bit more enthusiasm. The other just smiled at that before moving his hands towards his shoulders, stopping to talk again.

“I’ll touch your shoulders now,” they warned, and with a grip as light as feathers, they guided Whumpee’s broken form towards the bed, laying them down completely. At first they didn’t realise what they were trying to do, but when they did, they happily complied.

When they were fully laying on their side, they could no longer help it. Through the tears, the sobs and the trembling they smiled at the other. It was the only way they could think to thank them.

Caretaker smiled as well, and that was the last thing they saw before their body, exhausted from the overwhelming feelings, slipped off into blissful sleep.

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Wanted to do this with two of my Ocs, but my Oc stuff doesn’t get acknowledged as much as my other stuff so here is a prompt! Lemme know if you would like to see what I would have done with the Ocs :)

Masterlist

[strxwberrybtch]

A Hellish Love Story // Pt. 2

Pairing: Vox x F!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive Content, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

A/N: I seriously couldn't wait to write this part. The creative juices are flowingggg. Enjoy :)

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Vox was not a party person to say the least. He despised them actually.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't mind having a good time within the tower alongside the other Vees.

But the general public of sinners and demons alike tended to annoy and constantly pester him. Being one of the most successful overlords in the Pride Ring, it was apart of the job description.

However, that doesn't mean he liked the constant attention from reporters and fans. Sure he'd get a cute one here and there but that's about it. Everything else was an absolute headache. He usually only went out if he thought it would be good publicity for the company.

Vox didn't even want to be at the club tonight, or any night for that matter. He simply wanted to stay in and relax after a long day of working with absolute morons.

That being said, Valentino had other plans for the night, much to Vox's dismay. It took a lot of "convincing" on Val's part but, Vox ultimately agreed to go.

Not even an hour after arriving at 666, Vox was left by himself at the bar. He knew this bullshit was going to happen, it happened every. single. time.

He muttered profanities under his breath as he watched Val flirt with fellow sinners, obviously trying to get them into his field of work. He glanced down at his drink and decided to just go home and relax- like he had originally planned for the night.

Right as Vox was about to take his leave, something caught his eye.

No, not something. Someone.

You.

He noticed you from the opposite end of the bar. Vox trailed his virtual eyes along your form and immediately took a mental note of how attractive you looked in the club's lighting. Something about you seemed so familiar to him yet, he couldn't place where he had seen you before.

Who the hell were you?

He examined the two sinners that were chatting alongside you. Vox instantly recognized Val's favorite play-thing, Angel Dust. He also recognized the one-eyed bomb girl. He was almost positive her name was Cherri.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he watched the spider demon crack a joke making you laugh. At first he didn't recognize you. That is, until you looked up at Angel.

Vox knew those fiery eyes and stunning smile.

The same eyes and smile that made his heart flutter back at the comfort of his tower. His initial thought was that he had to of been seeing things. After all, it wasn't the first time you had crossed his mind. He looked down and eyed the drink he had been nurturing before. Once he confirmed that it indeed wasn't spiked, he looked back up at you. Vox watched as you downed another shot with your friends. He examined your features over and over before coming to the conclusion that it really was you.

Holy shit.

He knew you were attractive but this- this was some next level shit.

Sure he was used to Val's actors and actresses but, this was you.

When he saw you in person for the first time in one of the long hallways of the tower- he acknowledged you with a charming smile, which was rare for Vox. But that day specifically had been really good for him. He wasn't prepared for the warm smile you flashed back at him as you passed by. His stride paused for a moment as he turned to watch you walk away- his interest peaked.

From that moment forward, it became a habit of his to smile at you whenever you happened to cross paths. Vox almost looked forward to it some days, but it was honestly rare for him to see you. You both were at work after all and he was a very busy man.

In his free time, he found himself using his multitude of cameras to keep an eye on you- just to check in of course. He watched as you typed away on your computer. Vox noted the way you would bite your lip in concentration and drink at least two cups of coffee a day- with two creams and two sugars specifically... but that didn't matter. It just so happened to be one of the many little things he noticed about you.

It also came to his attention that unlike your fellow peers, you never appeared to be miserable while working. He could tell you actually wanted to be there.

Never in a million years did he imagine to find you at a club, let alone see you dressed in the way that you were.

Maybe he could stay just a little bit longer.

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The entire night he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. Vox watched as you slowly came out of your shell with the more drinks you downed.

He had found a somewhat quiet area in the club where no one would bother him as he watched you. The grip on his drink tightened whenever people would get a little too close for his liking. But at the same time, he truly couldn't blame them.

You looked absolutely ethereal the way you danced without a true care in the world. Vox began to feel his member harden in his pants as he watched you trail your hands over your body, swaying to the beat of the music.

He was broken out of his intense gaze as he watched Cherri say something to you. The next thing he knew, you were left alone. You didn't seem to care too much seeing as you resumed your sultry movements. However, that moment of being alone was short lived.

Vox's eye twitched anxiously as a random loan shark came up from behind you and placed his hands on your hips. Right as Vox was about to stand up and come to your rescue- you did something he truly wasn't prepared for.

Even from where he was sitting, Vox could see the iris's of your eyes turn into red and golden flames. The palms of your hands lit up with fire as you grabbed hold of the shark's hands- effectively burning them.

Vox would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on.

Well, more turned on than he already was.

He watched as the shark quickly pulled his hands off and began yelling profanities at you. To which, you flicked him off with an award winning smile as he stormed away.

Vox never could of imagined that the sweet little writer with the gorgeous smile had such a personality. However, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he really didn't know you at all.

He thought to himself for a moment longer before coming up with a plan of action. He did own your soul... but for once, he didn't want to use that as an advantage over you. Why?

Vox couldn't seem to come up with a valid answer.

Seeing as though you could handle yourself perfectly fine, Vox gazed at you one more time before standing up and exiting the club.

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You forgot how much hangovers absolutely fucking sucked.

Your trio didn't end up leaving the club until around 4am. At first it didn't seem like a problem... until you remembered that you had to be at work a mere 4 hours later.

Angel ended up staying the night at your place, which he frequently did anyway.

Your head throbbed to the beat of your blaring alarm, awakening not only you but as well as an equally, if not more, hungover spider.

"Can you shut that shit up?? I'm trying to sleep here" Angel groaned from beside you, holding a pillow over his head. You quickly shut it off and decided to "rest" your eyes for a few more minutes.

However- it wasn't a few more minutes.

When you opened your eyes again, nothing seemed out of sort. Angel still slept soundly next to you with the pillow over his head. You yawned and stretched quietly as you glanced over at your alarm clock. However when you did, you felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

Oh no. This can't be happening.

"Shit shit shit!" You almost fell off the bed from how fast you moved.

Angel took the pillow off of his face with a groan. He lifted his head up curiously and watched as you scrambled to get dressed. "You alright over there toots?"

"I'm 2 hours late! I've never been late before. I'm so dead!" You exclaimed as you struggled to pull up your pants, catching yourself from toppling over in the process.

You ripped open the closet doors and grabbed the first professional looking shirt you could get your hands on. You quickly pulled the material over your head and slipped on your black work heels.

You watched as Angel slowly began to process your words while throwing your hair into a quick messy bun.

"You can stay for as long as you want. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave," You said briefly and threw your laptop and glasses into your bag.

Before Angel could respond, you were already out the door and halfway down the street.

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You felt sick running into the large front doors of the VVV tower. The hangover not helping the pit of anxiety running through the course of your entire being.

You made it to your desk seemingly unnoticed. All of the other VoxTek writers had their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. Your eyes scanned the room quickly before deeming yourself as safe.

With a sigh you sank into your office chair and propped your elbows onto the desk. You then buried your head into your hands.

After taking a few moments to regain your sanity, you rubbed your tired eyes before finally putting on your glasses. You pulled out your laptop and began to get to work. All seemed well. You were in the clear!

However that moment of relief was short lived.

"Excuse me Ms. Y/N?" A voice broke you out of your current thought. You looked up from your laptop and instantly felt the urge to vomit. You recognized the sinner as... Vox's assistant.

You hesitated a moment before responding, "Y-Yes?"

"Mr. Vox would like to have a word with you in his office right away," As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt your face pale.

You slowly rose from your seat and wiped your now sweaty palms on your pant legs, "Lead the way," you said quietly motioning for him to walk.

You were ready to be put out of your misery at this point.

You nervously glanced here and there at the cameras that littered every crevice of the tower. You felt your heart thud at an unhealthy pace. The pain in your head never subsided either.

You began trying to think of what you were going to say to him. Your boss, the very man you signed your soul over to.

He could end you in a second.

You couldn't form a single coherent thought, and before you knew it- you were standing in front of his office doors.

Vox's assistant attempted to give you a reassuring smile, but if anything it made you feel ten times worse. You took a shaky breath as he held one of the doors open for you to walk in.

You took unsteady steps into the large room and jumped slightly as you heard the door slam shut behind you.

Right after it closed, a familiar voice rang through your ears.

"Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see..."

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A/N: hehe not me giggling and kicking my feet at this. i hope you guys have enjoyed the first two parts so far <3

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

Cowboy like me part 3

Javier Peña x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings :language, bad grammar(?) , 2am writing, NOT PROOFREAD (I was bored)

also on ao3

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her

Work today was slow, easy cases, few surgeries scheduled spread throughout the day and after your shift was over you would go home and wallow with a bottle of wine and your favorite music playing on the record player.

Well, plans don't always work out and today was a great example. Before what was supposed to be your last surgery of the day you were called to fill out some forms, which would take up probably half an hour and your surgery would be assigned over to another colleague- a man. Of course

You were currently drinking your third cup of coffee for the day, much needed if you wanted to stay awake while reading through papers and forms- and your mind started drifting to the one thing you had been blocking out the past few weeks. Javier

You were so angry with yourself, for letting yourself care about a person who didn't feel the same way about you and honestly, why would he? He had a job, a mission, he certainly didn't have time to play house with you, or anyone for that matter. And since when did you care about someone like that? You were fine being by yourself, always had been. You moved across the world all on your own, left everyone behind and started a new life, alone. And you did a pretty good job adapting, surviving. Proving wrong those who didn't believe in you, those that thought of you as reckless or strange. A troubled soul that's what they called you. All because you didn't want to conform, settle down, play wife and mom with a man you didn't want.

But now, now you had found a man; who was the wrong man for all the right reasons. He is thrilling and full of passion and that sparks something inside of you- a fire you thought you had lost. He excites you, pushes you to continue fighting. He is imperfect, dark, scarred. You don't have to pretend to be someone you aren't with him, because you know you won't scare him away. Simply because he gets it. He mirrors your darkness , your anger, the constant turmoil inside of you.

The night the two of you spent together, was the closest thing to the fairytale inside your head, you could have with him. You remember the way he touched you, and how he spoke to you. His eyes looking at you during something so newfound for the both of you. Everything was perfect, even after, when you laid with him, as if you had done this a million times before, as if it were natural for the both of you, laying naked together in bed, his hands caressing you face, your eyes drinking him in and then falling asleep together, in each others arms.

Well you should have known better. All those things don't matter now. You remember the night you found him at your doorstep, tired brown eyes looking into yours. For a moment you thought he came to tell you how much he had missed you all those weeks you had spent avoiding him. And you knew that if he did that, if he lifted his hands to try and break down your walls, they would shatter on their own. It wouldn't take much effort for you to let him in. Inside your house, your life, your heart. For he, without you noticing, had found a way to sneak in, made himself comfortable and simply waited for you to acknowledge that.

A love confession was the opposite of what you received. You were just another thing for him to worry about, another thing to feel guilty for.

You always expected the worse from people, disappointment being one of those feelings you always had a hard time dealing with. It is also the feeling you never thought Javier could cause. Up until that moment at least.

Snap out of it you think and quickly get up, forcing your mind to focus on work.

You aren't sure what time it is when you hear it- feel it. One minute you are hunched over a stack of papers, pen in one hand and your head on the other- and the next a sudden force causes you to leap out of your chair and collide with the wall to your right. Your ears are ringing and there is blood on your temple. Everything feels hot, as if someone has lit you on fire. And you can hear the voices of hospital staff and patients screaming, begging for help. A bomb you think, they had planted a bomb in the hospital. Then you remember Steve and the case you helped him with. It was for you, you think, they wanted to kill you and make a spectacle out of it, forbidding anyone from ever helping out the police ever again, making it clear that if you stood in front of Escobars way you wouldn't make it out alive.

But now, the hospital is on fire and people are dead, because of you. The floor is starting to fill with smoke, making it difficult for you to see and breathe. You have to get out. As you crawled to the door and tried to stand up you realized it couldn't open, it was blocked or broken, but you couldn't get it open. You tried not to panic. You had to stay calm. You start weighing your options: you could find something and break the door, free yourself and then deal with whatever was happening outside the room you were in, you could jump out of the window, you were on a low floor and it wouldn't be a hard fall, you could get away with a broken leg or arm, depending on how you landed. You didn't want to think of the third option, you would survive this.

You searched for something- anything- to break down the door. You found a fire extinguisher in the corner of the room and with shaking hands you smashed the door handle with it, as many times as you could, while shouting for help, hoping that someone - anyone would hear. But it is no use, the office you were in was placed in the less busy wing of the hospital, it was not possible that your cries would be heard. Especially now, with everyone panicked and running to exit the hospital.

There is a pounding inside your head, from the fall and you feel so very tired. You continued smashing the door until it cracked open. You squished yourself through the opening and started running down the hallways, trying to escape the smoke. The bomb must have been placed at the end of the floor you were in, where the surgeries took place. So many people dead, so much destruction, families torn apart. As you walked through the hallway you felt like you had been placed inside a different world, a completely different building than the one it had been a few hours prior to this. You wanted to give up and cry, everything was dark and you couldn't recognize where you where or how you would get out. You couldn't find anyone, did you black out when the explosion happened? You don't know.

You were so frustrated with everything, blaming yourself for every mistake you had made prior to this, everything that led you in this situation. You thought of your family and how you should have called them more, told them you loved them. Soon you would be dead in another country and they would have no clue. You thought of Connie and your chest tightened at the thought that she wasn't alive or that you would never find out if she is okay. Lastly you thought of him, Javier. How terrible you had been, leaving him, ignoring him, avoiding him, shouting at him the last time you saw him. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were, what a coward you have been. But most of all, you want to tell him that you want to spend your days with him. You need him to know how he is the only person you would share your bed with and the only person that could make you happy in the morning.

And as your eyelids felt heavy and your feet couldn't keep your weight, you succumbed to the darkness, with his name in your mind.

him

Of all the horrors he had faced, the injustice, the violence he'd seen, nothing could have prepared him for this. He had never felt so hopeless before. Losing you so suddenly. How could this happen? How could he let it happen? He should have known, he should have done something to prevent this. Prevent this distraction. So many people dead, pain everywhere around him. But he could only think of you.

He felt panic creep up on him, stealing his breath, locking him inside a cage, letting him suffocate. Unable to do anything to stop it.

The first thing you hear after opening your eyes are the voices of rescuers having found you. They helped you, and a few others out of the hospital. The building was ruined in many places, not many people were killed but there were many injured; patients forced out of their beds, doctors, nurses, families, all of them now placed outside. The doctors and nurses who αre strong enough examine the wounded, along with those sent from another hospital.

You followed the group heading to the first aid station, looking around for Connie, asking the people who worked with her if they had seen her. One of them pointed her to you, far away in the parking lot, with Steve by her side. As you started moving towards her you saw him.

Javier crunched down, head in his hands, breathing slowly.You could cry from the relied you feel, just now understanding what has happened. You ran towards him, as fast as your lungs and feet let you.

"Javi?", you say softly; scared that you are dreaming still and you will wake up.

But this isn't a dream. The moment he hears your voice his eyes open. He looks at you, takes your form in, realizes too that he isn't dreaming. He is standing up now, running to you and you are too. You crash into each other, you are sobbing , repeating "I am sorry"s into his chest, he holds you close afraid to let you go, mouthing "you are okay" in your hair, barely a whisper, loud enough mostly for him to hear.

You don't know how long you stay like that; both refusing to let go. He let's you go eventually; takes a step back and tries to examine your face, check for injuries. His eyes land on your temple and the blood there, his hands carefully inspect the wound and yours close around his wrists, drawing circles in his skin.

"It is nothing", you say and he looks into your eyes, "I hit my head, but it is nothing serious."

"You should-"

"I am sorry" you cut him off with a sob "I am sorry for running away like that and...and avoiding you and then shouting at you the other night.” You rush the words out, not able to keep them inside any longer.

He doesn't answer for a while, not knowing what to say. He just wipes your tears, his hands now holding your face gently, steadily; as if his whole universe is in between his palms. He tips your face and he bends down to kiss you softly, your  lips barely touching. "I thought I lost you", he says, his forehead resting on yours; and you know he doesn't just mean now, because of the bomb. He is talking about all those days you both spent running around, aimlessly avoiding each other, foolishly trying to protect your heart, not knowing then that it had been his this whole time.

days later

He is in your bed now; lying opposite of you, both of you naked. His head shaking disapprovingly, arms crossed in front of him.

"-And I told you, I am not leaving.", you say emphasizing the last words.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn, you made it out alive by sheer fucking luck, I have the papers to get you out of here, take you somewhere safe."

"No, I don't want to spend my life running and hiding.", you answer face flushed and eyebrows raised.

"I can't protect you here-"

"-And I am not asking you to.", you cut him off

"I don't want anything to happen to you, I just can't-", he says, sighing, voice filled with emotion, begging you to understand and give in. Your eyes soften at that, and you move your body climbing on top of him legs placed on both sides of him, the only thing separating you two being the thin green sheets of your bed. His hands move to your hips almost automatically, his head slowly turning to face you.

"Javier, hey, look, I can take care of myself and I know the risks. I am not leaving, not without you.", you say quietly, love filling your voice."Okay?", you ask him, your eyes locked in his and your hands running through his.

"Alright", he sighs at your touch and your words, "alright." he repeats with his eyes closed and his head now resting on your chest. He quickly pulls back eyes open and face tense, once again,

"But if something happens I-"

"Nothing will happen, I will be more careful but I am staying, I am not leaving you, not again.", you cut him off, voice sharp not backing down.

He smiles at his defeat switching your positions; now you lay under him and let him kiss you deeply...

months later

You walk together at night, strolling through streets you've seen a million times before but never like this; with his hand on your waist- possessive and strong and with his leather jacket-smelling of smoke and strong cologne-along your shoulders, talking about your days and your worries.

On one of those nights, while admiring the city at night, faint music heard in the background and the smell of spices and flowers filling the air, he tells you he loves you. He confesses how after his mission is over he wants to leave with you; go somewhere anywhere you want together and build a life with you, children- no children, apartment in a big city- cabin in the woods, it doesn't matter to him, it is all up to you, anywhere you want to go he will follow.

You hold his hand and tell him how much you love him back and you both stay like that, admiring the night sky and enjoying the peace the night brings for as long as you can.

years later

Your favorite song comes on the car radio and he turns it up, without you having to tell him; you play with the ring on your finger while his hand hugs your thigh, his ring digging softly at your skin.

"We are here", he says and gets out of the car. As you walk out, you see an old man, sweet and quiet, with a hat on his head and a smile resembling Javiers on his face. Javi holds your hand as you both approach him.

You smile as you shake his hand and introduce yourself. You laugh when he tells you stories about Javiers childhood. And when Javier slides his arm over your body as you get ready to sleep, says goodnight and kisses you, his boots beneath your bed and your purse on his dresser you sigh and think to yourself

I'm never gonna love again

as always feedback & criticism are appreciated and needed! writing this was very exciting and fun and I hope someone out there enjoyed it as well :) English isn't my first language and this was the first story I've ever written so it is definitely flawed. That being said, I am not opposed to editing it in the future; adding things and removing others. We will see... Goodbye and have a great day <3

Tags: @harriedandharassed

Dividers by: @saradika

[skinnyducky]

best night ever // v.h.

a/n contrary to what you might think reading this, this isn’t a 1950s au. i’m just a whore for diner culture. n e ways, i hope you all enjoy this one. it’s got a bit of a sad start but i think you guys will be pleased with the ending (or at least i hope so). AND i am so happy to be posting again. i felt like i was neglecting you guys for a min there, but i’m here n i can’t wait to post more n see what my mutuals post n yada yada... now back to our regularly scheduled program :))))

vinnie hacker x fem!reader 

Word Count: 1.6k, edited

WARNING: language, y/n being stood up, and i think that’s all.

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"Hey kid, you ready to order now?"

Y/n pursed her lips, taking her eyes off the half-empty milkshake to look up at the smiling waitress. "No, not yet. Still waiting on someone." She replied, giving the waitress a weak grin. The older woman nodded, sending the teenage girl an apologetic look before moving over to the next booth.

It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten that look tonight. She got it from the elderly couple a few tables down, one from the cook behind the diner counter, and another from a kid dressed as Cinderella—which hurt the most out of all of them.

The more time passed, the more she felt like an idiot; an idiot for believing someone like Ryan Sanchez would even be interested in her. He was Mr. Popular, a star baseball player. Hell, he drove a Porsche, for crying out loud. He was way out of Y/n’s league, and regardless of whether or not he was the one to ask her out, she was a fool for even thinking he was serious.

Glancing down at her phone screen, Y/n felt a pang in her heart as she looked at the time. It had now been an hour, and it was clear that Ryan wasn’t coming. She started contemplating if she should leave or if she should stay. If she left, maybe she’d still have a little bit of dignity left. But if she stayed, she might be able to get a free meal if someone felt bad enough. In the end, she decided that leaving would be the best option. She just needed to keep her head high and wait until she got into the car to start crying.

Waving her hand frantically in the air, the waitress acknowledged her, mouthing, "one minute" before she continued taking orders for the family of four.

While waiting, Y/n listened to the sweet melody of Billie Holiday’s "Easy Livin’" mixed with the dings from the bell of the diner entrance. Since she was fairly close to it, she watched as people passed in and out, all wearing giddy expressions. That’s what Freckles’ Diner will do to you. Some of the locals call it "magic," but it was just a rumor. However, rumor or not, Y/n wasn’t feeling it at all.

With her eyes still on the entrance, one stranger in particular caught her attention. She didn’t catch his face since he was quick in moving up to the counter, but there was something about him that felt familiar. Was it the lengthy locks or curls peeking out from under his hat? Could it be his well-sculpted back that showed from his form-fitting black t-shirt? It wasn’t until her eyes landed on the guy’s snake tattoo that she realized this wasn’t just any guy.

"Vinnie?"

The boy turned around, and his face lit up the second he laid eyes on her. "Hey, Y/n!"

Vinnie and Y/n were quite the pair. The two had grown up together, their moms being childhood friends and whatnot. Contrary to what most believed, their relationship was merely platonic. Well, except for that one time when they gave each other their first kiss. Then there was that time when Y/n developed a light crush on him after he walked her home when the cops came and ruined Sally Matthews’ rager of a party. But that’s just what friends do, right?

"What are you doing here?" She laughed, watching as he sat down across from her in the ruby red booth. "You picking up something for the fam?"

"Nah, I had been craving chicken tenders all day and decided to stop by and pick some up on my way home from work." He then nodded towards Y/n. "What about you? What brings you here on this fine Friday night?"

As much as Y/n didn’t want to share with him the fact that she’d been stood up, he was her best friend. He’d find out sooner or later. "I’m on a date. Well, at least I’m supposed to be on a date, but I think the other person would have to be here in order for it to be considered as such."

"Wait, you’re joking." Vinnie gasped. "Don’t tell me you got stood up. By who?"

"Your teammate," answered Y/n.

"Was it Jeffery?"

Y/n shook her head.

"Nick?"

Once again, Y/n shook her head.

"What about Tyler? He’s a bit of a dumbass, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he forgot."

"No," Y/n replied. "It wasn’t Jeffery, or Nick, or Tyler. It was Ryan."

"Ryan Sanchez?" Vinnie nearly gagged while saying his name. "You were supposed to be on a date with that dickwad?"

Y/n agreed. "Yes, but obviously he didn’t show up."

"That’s because he’s with Angel."

"Wait huh? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, he told us after practice that he was going over to Angel’s house to hang out. He didn’t say anything to us about going on a date or anything." Vinnie explained.

Y/n felt her heart sink even lower. Now, Ryan did say he’d be a few minutes late, but he never mentioned why. While she wanted an explanation, Y/n felt it best not to pry in case it was something serious. But to find out he was with some other girl while she was sitting here waiting on his ass, made her feel so much more pathetic.

She threw her head back and let out a loud groan. "This night just keeps getting better and better. I swear I’m such a fucking idiot."

"What? How are you an idiot?"

"I’m the idiot because I thought I actually had a chance with him," Y/n said. "I spent an entire hour trying to figure out what to wear, doing my makeup, and hyping myself up just for this to be the worst night of my entire life."

Just as Vinnie was about to respond, the waitress came wandering up to the table. "Are you ready for the check now, kid?"

"Ye—"

"Actually, can we get another strawberry milkshake? Also, I would like a basket of chicken fingers with extra fries." Vinnie ordered. He paused for a moment and looked over at Y/n. "And for her, the classic bacon cheeseburger, well-done with no pickles and extra bacon."

Y/n sat there both in shock and confused. "What the hell is he doing?" she thought to herself.

"Will that be all," questioned the waitress.

"Yes ma’am."

The waitress slipped her pen into her apron pocket and went on to give the cook the order. The second she left, Y/n looked over at Vinnie. "Why’d you do that, Vin? I was about to take the check."

"Because you deserve better, Y/n."

The girl bit back the urge to smile, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "You’re my best friend. You’re forced to say that."

"But I truly mean it," he replied. "You shouldn’t feel like an idiot because some asshole decided to go get his dick wet. If anything, he’s the idiot. He’s the one who missed out on a date with the most amazing, most beautiful, and most caring girl in the world."

At this point, Y/n was so hot in the face that her cheek could melt an igloo. Something about Vinnie’s words just plucked all the right strings. She didn’t know if it was because he was her best friend or if it was her feelings playing tricks on her, but whatever it was, it completely rid her of all the hurt she had felt moments prior.

"Vinnie, I—"

"Shush." He laughed, reaching over and taking her hands into his. "Look, it’s alright if you don’t want to stay. You can take the burger and go, I won’t be mad. But I would like you to stay. I just wanna fix what that asshole broke. I wanna give you the best night of your life if you’ll let me."

Y/n let out a soft sigh as she allowed herself to smile. "Okay."

"For real?" Vinnie nearly leaped out of the booth.

"For real."

With that, the pair sat and chatted, talking about everything from school to family life and even delving into topics like manatees and other sea critters. And as they sat there, enjoying themselves, Y/n couldn’t help but think about how this night would’ve gone if Ryan had shown up. Would she be this happy? Would she be laughing this much? Would her heart be beating at a ridiculous speed? The answer was no, none of that would’ve happened because Ryan is just a placeholder. He’s the guy you giggle about with your friends, the one before the one. He’s not someone you stick with for the long run. Now Vinnie…Vinnie was more than that. He’s the guy you take home to meet your parents, the one you take cute prom pics with, the ideal high school sweetheart. And as Y/n listened to him go on and on about his dog, Poncho, she couldn’t help but envision a future with him. He was more than just the one. He was forever.

It was nearing ten when the teenagers stumbled out of Freckles, both hysterical from the joke Vinnie had just said.

"You’re hilarious," Y/n chuckled, wiping away a stray tear. "I, uh, I had fun tonight. Thank you for this, really. It means more to me than you know."

"No problem. I’m just happy to see a smile on your face."

As the two awkwardly stood there, Y/n jingled her keys in the air. "I should probably get going. I know my mom is going to want to hear all about how my date went tonight."

"Cool, cool. Tell her I said ‘hi.’"

"I will, and make sure you send my greetings over to the other Hackers too."

"For sure." He smiled. "Maybe, um, we could do this again? Maybe Monday after school?"

"Yeah, I’d like that."

"Cool, well…I’ll see you."

"See you."

As Y/n hurried to her car, she couldn’t help but look behind her, finding Vinnie violently fist pumping the air.

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[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys neglecting you for another girl PT 1 (Kenma)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Kenma:

You go over to your boyfriend ,Kenma’s, house every weekened to play on your shade survival minecraft world 

But one week you were too cramped to come over one week so you missed out on a gaming session 

At school the following week you heard Kuroo and the guys teasing Kenma over a new found gaming friend 

But you payed no attention

Now you’re done with your exams and ready to continue on w/ Kenma on fighting the enderdragon and building up your world

You get to Kenmas house an hour after finishing your school club, upon entering you hear him button smashing upstairs (per usual) but something not so usual was him giggling with laughter...

Kenma.Your stoic boyfriend Kenma. giggling..

Because of your confusion you slowly go up the stairs as his laughter ensues making you more perplexed ‘kenma barely talks to people that aren’t Kuroo and me, especially someone who makes him laugh this much’ you think to yourself.

“Ella, i’ve found the stronghold! Just follow me” Kenma exclaimed as you entered his bedroom “Yes Ella you have to press X to jump” he laughed again

‘Ella, who’s ella’ you think. You hear a response on the other end but you can make it out properly. Kenma and ‘Ella’ continue on speaking making plans on what they’re about to do next.. with Kenma not noticing you came into his room yet. You look at the TV and notice that Kenma is playing with someone else on YOUR world that you started which made you slightly agitated. 

You purposefully drop your bag a tad too aggressively, but that seems to work as you catch Kenmas attention as he turns to you for a split second as he mumbles quitely “Oh hey babe” before swiftly getting engrossed again into the game.

Annoyed, you sit on next to him on the bed waiting.. JUST WAITING for some proper acknowledgement to which you received none. You just sat there mindlessly scrolling through your phone as he continuously talked with Ella AND coached her through killing the ender dragon (a plan that you and Kenma said to do together since the beginning of your minecraft survival world idea)

After almost an hour of just sitting there idly, you decide to get up pick up your bag and leave. Hoping just hoping that your ‘oh-so great and caring’ boyfriend would take off his headset and stop you from leaving. But this isn’t a movie of course... so no Kenma did not run straight after you pull you into his arms and comfort you. He stayed in his room laughing away with Ella putting you at the back of his mind.

You go straight home and cry still wishing for a follow-up text on the incident that happened at Kenmas but no response there.

Luckily for you, it was half term break meaning there was no school for a couple weeks so you didn’t have to face the awkward confrontation or lack thereof with Kenma at school. But it was unlucky for you since usually every half term and weekend you’d spend at Kenmas but obviously now you can’t.

You do wonder if he’s thought about texting or calling you to reconcile or even just thought about you at all. You desperately wanted to reach out to him, but with your relationship you do feel that you’re the one that always has to start the conversation after you’ve had a ‘falling out.’ So all you do is wait ( assuming that you’ve broke up or something for now.)

The two weeks of break has ended and now you’re back at school waiting to face the music. The whole day, you felt anxious waiting to bump into him in the corridor or see him at lunch but you never did.

Later that day you get a message..

Kuroo: Hey y/n! How have you been ??

Y/N: Fine.. i guess

Kuroo: How are things with Kenma

Y/N: Tbh I don’t really know, we haven’t spoken since the weekend...two weeks ago I don’t think we’re together anymore..

Kuroo: Y/N don’t say that you and Kenma are definitley how do you spell deathfinetly? still together just meet him today at the arcade at 8pm and ALL WILL BE REVEALED 

Y/N: okay....

Kuroo: DW Y/N! It’ll all be fine

Nervous, you get changed (making sure to look extra cute because this may be the last time you’ll have the title of ‘Kenma’s Girlfriend’ :(( ) You arrive at the arcade and look around for a second before spotting Kenma at the race car game (where you had your first date) and it looks to you he is hiding something behind his back..

When you reached him he looked very shy (even more so then usual) and you were about to speak before he shouted

“Y/N!” he said cringing at the volume of his own voice “ I need to tell you something, more like show you..”

You stood before him with your arms crossed silently tapping your foot waiting on him to continue. Surprisingly, he brings in front of you a little girl who looked about 8 or 9 with a very very cute face.

“n-n-nice to meet you” she bowed in front of you a blush covering her face

“Y/N this is Ella” Kenma said “My new step-sister”

You were shocked to say the least Kenma having a new sister that was great but didn’t answer ALL your questions. Judging your facial expressions Kenma led you and him to sit down letting Ella go on play (as you obviously watch her close-by) 

“Okay, I know you’re probably confused but Ella is ma’s new boyfriends daughter and that time you came over my house was my first time ‘meeting’ her so instead of doing it physically I thought the best thing to do was to play minecraft with her and as I was so focused on that I kinda sorta forgot about our usual dates and over half term I went over to hyogo were Ella and her dad live for the break to meet them officially I’m sorry very very very sorry Y/N for not contacting you i just assumed you were mad at me ... which you still probably are now so i understand if you want to break up and i-” Kenma stops hearing you slightly chuckle looking exasperated after all that rambling. 

Thats the most you’ve ever heard Kenma speak in one go ever and you thought it was endearing that he has a new sister. Of course you were mad that your boyfriend that he neglected you for weeks but you were definitley over that and wanted to just continue on with your life with him.

Kenma stared at you expecting some form of response and all you did was stand up, go to him and pat his head. 

“You’re so cute kenma” you said “Of course I was mad, but i get it now”

“So are we still boyfr-”

“Miss Y/N” asked Ella looking up at you awww how cute “Are you and nii-chan boyfrined and girlfriend”

Kenma and Ella both stared at you expectedly waiting on your response (Kenma more than Ella)

“Of course he’s my boyfriend sweetie!” You said ruffling her head and you hear Kenma sigh in relief “Let’s go play some games now come one Kenma”

You hold Kenma’s hand as Ella runs ahead of you

“Also Kenma..” you let go of his hand “You let her play on our world..seriously”

Kenma awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and chuckles

“I’ll make it up to Y/N dont worry “ he said

And he did do that indeed, as it seems over the break he built a mansion for you and him and reset the end so you complete the ender dragon with him. But you did also include Ella in on your world now and you and her got closer to the point where she will call you nee-chan.

Authors Note: how do you feel about the ending ?

I hope this is well, I’m not that used with Kenmas character so i hope i wrote it good and you like it! Please give me comments and feedback and my request are open so send in your request please!! Also this was meant to be a part two to my ‘taking a prank too far’ but i kinda wrote this in a different direction 

[nanoa1foryou]

Full Soundi translations because I have nothing better to do:

Original Text by Aki Nuopponen

*Additional information and context by me is marked like this

Big talk, dreams and actions

Blind Channel intends to be among the best rock bands, and they dare to say it. Eurovision was one milestone and now the sextet is ready to harness all available avenues to fulfill their real dreams. The next move was to make an album that looks completely like the band.

Blind Channel has been busy since the placed sixth at Eurovision in may of 2021. Behind them is dozens of shows across The US and Europe. Ahead of them lies a fully packed summer festival season in Finland, after which the band returns to tour across Europe. The year ends and culminates in a massive show in The Helsinki Ice Hall.

Niko Moilanen and Joel Hokka are traveling from Ludwigsburg, Germany, to Milano, Italy, when the video call opens. In front of me are two musicians, who don't even try to be rock stars. They simply are. As they have always wanted to be.

The singers have reached their goal. Or at least a few milestones towards their goals. Sipping beer from massive pints, the singers demeanor shows that they are doing what they love most.

An hour later the duo breaks out in laughter as they note that they should start giving motivational courses, since there seems to be no end to the encouraging motivational speeches.

An hour of speaking with an excited Niko and Joel leaves behind a simultaneously tired and energized feeling.

In the following is a lesson on how pride and humility, aiming for the whole world, holding on to artistic freedom, and responsibility and living happily in the moment aren't all mutually exclusive.

Acknowledge your end goal!

After performing to 183 million people in Rotterdam eurovision finale, came the dawn of the next day. The finale was the climax of the journey that began with Uuden Musiikin Kilpailu, but for Blind Channel the grind was still ahead of them.

"I have very few ideas about what happened in the days following the finale, because after one source of tension released, things started happening ten times more frequently," Niko chuckles and raises his pint.

"We just laughed at everything because we were so tired and... a little drunk, if we're being honest, when per milles were nearing two. There we were making the Joonas Nordman Show and everything else!"

"It was a wild moment, when we returned to Helsinki Airport, and there was a massive amount of people there waiting, camera flashes everywhere and somehow it was the turning point, when the life before that was gone," Joel echoes his singer friend.

"The next evening I had made it all the way to Oulu with my brother and his girlfriend to some deck and in a moment an autograph line formed next to it, as if I was some national hero or something. that was unreal."

Niko says that the key to making it through the whirlpool of attention is that the same friends have been making Blind Channel since 2013, and through the years they have learned and grown.

"We were studying, even at an early age, from all sorts of biographies the most common potholes for musicians, but at the same time we knew ahead that this kind of "breakthrough over night" you can't be prepared for," the singer reminices.

"I have thought that if all of this had happened for example back then, when we were a two year old band we would have been pretty quickly in Seiska's* headlines, and messed up the whole thing," Joel admits.

*Seiska is a Finnish tabloid known for publishing celebrity gossip among other things

Joel continues by saying, that Blind Channel's humble goal is to be the world's biggest rock band and that they want to enjoy the achievements one at a time, but that they aren't going to stay basking in the glory of anything for too long.

"I'm won't lie. We are young and on these tour that we've been on we've partied like crazy. so much so that right now it feels like we'll never need to party again. But we still know our limits," Niko states.

"It comes with the age. We want to celebrate this but still withing the limits of reason. We have a rule that the shows need to always go well. Absolutely perfectly. Every single time. No exceptions. Blind Channel can't afford to play a bad show. We can't afford to make a bad song. This means that we have to stay sharp at right moments."

"Even though Blind Channel is our childhood dream, we've also excepted that this is also business. You have to be able to draw the starting line, the destination, and all sorts of milestones. We're constantly peering into the crystal ball."

Use every tool available!

Unlike the case for many other Eurovision participants, for Blind Channel the Finale or even victory weren't the ultimate goal. The competition was for the band one part of a bigger plan.

"Our starting point was quite different from the others as well, because we weren't big Eurovision fans, and we'd never dreamed of getting to represent just for the sake of performing at Eurovision," Niko opens up.

"We approached the whole thing like it's the biggest publicity stunt in the world. There is nothing like it. If we'd gone to New York or Los Angeles to any of the biggest promoters with the intention, that our song gets played to 200 million people in one evening, none of them could have done it."

"Instead we first made a really fucking good song. Then we went on to perform it to two million people in Finland. Then in Europe to 200 million. It was the perfect program while we couldn't play gigs."

"Dark Side is still streaming 70 000 a day and the new singles are reaching to tens of thousands," Joel continues.

"So with Eurovision we created the rise, the starting point, with which we are now trying to move forward, but it most certainly is not enough on it's own. Eurovision was one tool. We had no intention of staying here basking. The next step is more important."

"All of this that we've now done. This success in Finland and even Europe. This is all just the beginning. From here there's still a long way to where we want to be. We're not in Wembley yet," Niko adds.

Joel says that he can't completely understand bands, that complain when even a small breakthrough doesn't seem to be coming, and at the same time they're avoiding using all the tules available to them, because they're clinging too much on to the way things used to be.

"If you want a band to be big today... like really big, you can't afford to say 'Ew fuck, what Tiktok! It's a teenagers thing'," the singer chuckles while imitating a rock style dude.

"That right now you say to Tiktok or Snapchat or even all of social media 'no', is the same as refusing MTV in the 80's, not making a MySpace account in the 2000's or kicked up a fuss about streaming in the 2010's."

"You can keep larping the 90's in the Majava bar in Kallio and reminisce there about the way your idols did things, when everything was 'better', but if you want to live big in this day and age, you have to take Tiktok and all the others under your control.

Dare to demand!

A kind of icing on the cake of Blind Channel's confidence, was how the soon to be published fourth album and it's predecessor heard even on Eurovision, Dark Side, were produced and recorded: All the strings were kept tightly under the bands control.

"When we were writing up the contract with Century Media, we demanded that it had a part about artistic freedom," Joel reveals.

"It was nerve wracking as fuck to send the big contract one more time and demand that we decide about the music and the label about the practicalities regarding the release of it, but damn, it went through we just needed to dare to demand it."

"That is also what we did. Joonas Parkkonen mixed the album and then it was mastered in Berlin. We didn't stretch ourselves to the technical aspects of it. But we trusted that especially after Aleksi (Kaunisvesi, DJ) joined the band that we have the expertise and view on what is our thing with this music right now."

"Dark side was the first song, that we made like this. It was our purgatory. When it went through as well as it has, we got more confidence for it, like damn, we're at least making the album ourselves. Happens what happens!"

Niko laughs as he says, that he knows many still suspects Blind Channel to be a label plant.

"The only thing I can say to that is, that I wish we were!" The singer laughs and raises his glass.

"We would have a lot less work to do, if someone else wrote the music videos, told us in the studio what needs to be done and how and got us our show outfits ready, but no... This all, everything that you're seeing, it's exclusively Blind Channel. Our group's doings."

the duo shares a meaningful look, when Niko starts telling, that their new album's song Glory for The Greedy, contains Blind Channel's history's "saltiest verse", and the singer is not wrong.

Everyone hasn't always believed in Blind Channel, and the band let's it be heard, but the singers voices hold equal amounts of respect as they tell that they haven't reached this far on their own.

"We collected to the song's verse messages from the representatives of different labels, that we got from these music business professionals for years before we broke through," Niko says with a grin.

"The story is like it was pulled straight from some music business textbook now. The same people have first told us 'You'll never be anything' or ' We can consider it if you ditch the other singer' or 'Switch the language to Finnish and take a Finnish rapper as a feature', but now after the song contest it's all 'We always believed in you!'"

"Of course we don't mention in the song who has said what. That would be a bit too mean. And besides, a lot of the doubts have only increased the need to prove ourselves and made us try even harder."

"When we started this whole thing it took us a really long time to find the people who want to do this kind of thing in a big way instead of just 'seeing what becomes of it'," Joel says.

"We found that from Ranka Kustannus. Riku Pääkkönen got the completely deserved full hype up from us at Emma Gaala. We have to also remember our first manager Toni Törrönen. And our current manager Antti Eriksson. Here we have the kind of people who weren't buying our souls with a wad of cash in their hands. They have supported what we want to be."

Everything is possible!

Lifestyles of the Sick & Dangerous, Blind Channel's fourth album, will be release 14 months after Eurovision.

This isn't a coincidence either. According to Niko and Joel, they didn't want to rush the album, nor did they want to force themselves to take advantage of the rise that Eurovision had given them by releasing something half-assed. The album got to be developed at it's own pace. And to become the addition of Blind Channel's journey.

"We had written a lot of songs even before the whole Rotterdam mess, and before we got the record deal. It's what we do. We're always making songs. Right now we're playing new demos on our tour buss all the time," Niko shares.

"When Eurovision was done, we went back to focusing on what kind of album we want to make. Which songs best represent what we are currently and what our album still needs, so it'll be a killer unit."

"The album is not chronological with the songs, but the journey that began from Dark Side can be heard on it," Joel describes

"Suddenly we became Finnish celebrities. Got an international record deal. Went to the biggest music competition in the world. Metal Hammer and Kerrang are writing about us. There were a lot of emotions to handle for songs."

Niko continues by saying, that in a way the album tells about everything between the bands complete obscurity and international fame, becoming the addition of everything the band has gone through thus far.

"The album's outro song is Thank You for The Pain, and in it you'll hear a spoken section, that is from Blind Channel's very first interview from 2013. We sampled it into the ending and in it you'll hear a few kids speaking with such thick Oulu dialect that it makes no sense, but it highlights just how far we've already gotten."

New pints get carried to the table and soon on the other side of the screen rings out loud laughter, before the singers quickly turn serious again, as they return to how the album could have 11 different tracks if they felt like it.

"We wouldn't be here without Linkin Park, but we never wanted to be 'the Finnish Linkin Park' but we wanted to be Blind Channel from the beginning, even if the aforementioned road would have been easier," Joel sums up with a smile.

"Yeah, we could have put together 10 more dark side style songs, but we wanted to use all of our band members strengths, dj doing the samples, two different kinds of singers, that naturally brings this kind of nonsensical genre mixing, where nu metal, surfer rock, machine pop or anything else can be one."

"We wanted to write a really versatile album. Without thinking about genres or anything like that. And to say on the album exactly what we have to say. With the risk that some songs will push people away because they're so different. we trust that maybe those different songs sink in bit by bit, and through it people might find different kinds of music."

The band hasn't given up on it's traditions either: The nature of the opening track is one, which they hold on to.

"At the time we formed this tradition, that the title of the opening track has something to do with weapons and on the first album it was Bullet, on the second Trigger, and on the third Gun, but now on the fourth album... Opinions?" Niko asks, nudging in Joel's direction.

"The idea is still the same. We want to knock out the listener right away with the first song. Now we put a rap beat into the song and for a moment I got to live out my Travis Scott dream. Merciless gangster rap before the guitars and other band instruments are put in there. Let's take the assumptions away right at the start and say that on this album anything can happen."

Think big!

Joel and Niko seem like even at this moment they know what Blind Channel has to do next to reach their goals. Equally as well they know what kinds of things the six member band has to avoid.

"It's important to keep your feet on the ground and respect your fans, people and each other. We're six guys, but this BC-group includes twelve people. That is a community, where everyone has to pull their weight," Niko says.

"A lot of people are a part of this, and there is big money moving around," Joel continues and then says, that drugs, illegalities and getting pissed off at your own band mates are not a part of Blind Channel's plans.

"Us two are the singers. We are going to avoid the 'singer syndrome', and we're not going to start thinking that we are some unbeatable frontmen who define this band. This band is a team of twelve."

"We've always become a better band. A better team. We aimed for those playoffs a long time ago, and now we're there, because we've done our own thing and believed in it. Anyone can do this, if they want it enough. We're still on our journey to the finals to find out, what we can become."

The singers cheers and in the end Niko throws out a challenge to all the young bands and people in general, so that people who dream big would dare to aim truly and mercilessly at what they really want.

"Think big! It's not easy but when you work hard you can actually achieve things. Make your dreams come true even if it's through a million failures. Even if everything doesn't work out, you'll know you gave it your all."

*Feedback is greatly appreciated <3

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

[celestiagarden]

It’ll be okay

Pairing: Thoma x gn!reader CW: a little bit of fighting?? not really. Work stress. Synopsis: We all know Thoma’s love language is acts of service. But sometimes he’s a little too eager to surprise you with it (kind of modern AU)

You always come home after Thoma does. It’s been your daily routine ever since you two moved in together. He’d come home, cook dinner, sometimes he’ll do a little cleaning, and then he’d wait for you to join him home and bask in your gratefulness. Because, as often as you tell him that he doesn’t need to do all the housechores (on a work night at that), he always shoots back that he wants to, because he loves the way you smile at him and thank him for it. Thoma thrives off your praises. 

He especially likes it when he takes you by surprise. When you come home after a particularily hard day, dreading the fact that the bathroom needs cleaning, or that you’ll have to do a load of laundry to have something professional to put on the next day, only to come home and see that your perfect boyfriend had already done it for you. Willingly, at that. 

Thoma knew you had a stressful week. You’d told him about it, confessing that you just couldn’t wait until it was over. Tomorrow was your last nerve-wracking day before you’d get to relax a bit, so he assumed your anxiousness must be at peak levels. And what better way to soothe it than to tidy up your shared place? After all, less clutter around your personal space would lead to less clutter in your mind! 

He had almost rushed home after work. As soon as he passed the threshold of the entrance, Thoma was rushing from one side to the other of the apartment, putting everything back in its place and doing a little vacuuming while he was at it. Whatever belonged in your home stayed, the bills and receipts were stocked away in a filer, the junk mail was taken off the kitchen counter and thrown into the garbage can. He cleared up your at-home work station as well. Nothing too big; just some de-cluttering. 

By the time he was done, even he himself was impressed with how productive he had been in the past hour or so. Just as he headed into the kitchen to get dinner ready, you walked into your home, dropping your work bag by the entrance and taking notice of the cleared and clean closet and coat rack. “Aw, someone did some tidying up!” You called from the hallway. Thoma only hummed back and greeted you while you made your way to him. 

One look up from the stove and he could already see the bags forming under your eyes. All the stress from work had been keeping you from sleeping. It was odd, how he was looking forward to the end of this week as much as you were. 

You crossed the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your cheek against his back as he worked away with the vegetables he was currently cooking. “Thanks, baby.” You muttered, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, which had his heart jumping in his chest. No matter how many times you’d thank him, and no matter how casual it was, you acknowledging his hard work always had him weak in the knees. 

You let go soon after, giving out a sigh. He knew what that meant. “Hey, you’re home. You don’t need to work if you’re not on the clock, right?” He said, watching you step away from him and head back for the entrance hallway to get your bag. 

“I’ll go do some last-minute prep. Then I’ll be done, I promise, okay? Can you let it slide this time, officer?” You replied. He knew that no matter what he said, you’d still end up sitting at your desk, typing away or writing away or whatever it is that you have to do this time around. At least now, you actually take breaks. Thoma supposed it’s a win, overall. 

“Alright, but be done by dinner!” He called out as you made your way through your shared home. All he recieved as confirmation was a hum, but it was good enough. He trusted you to keep your word. 

A few minutes later, you trudge back into the kitchen with a puzzled look on your face. “Thoma, have you seen the papers on my desk?” You ask, trying your best to remain calm. You really, really appreciate him cleaning the house like he did, but he had gone through your bureau and now some scraps of paper were missing. Which wouldn’t be bad, if you hadn’t foolishly written some important numbers on some of them and decided not to copy the information anywhere else. “They were like, kind of crumpled up? One had an ink stain on it?”

Just from your tone, Thoma could tell he screwed up. He tensed a little, placing the utensils and plates he was taking out back on the counter. In all honesty, he was a little afraid to make eye contact with you right now. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. “I... I thought they weren’t important anymore, so... uhm, well...” He gave out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry, angel. I kind of threw them out.” 

Your heart sank and the first thing you did was dash for the garbage can under the sink. Yeah, that’s right; on your knees, hands digging through garbage. Obviously, they weren’t there. He threw them out out. You cursed under your breath and bowed your head. It wasn’t his fault, he was just trying to help out. You knew that, and yet frustration still bubbled up in your chest. “Jesus, Thoma. You can’t just... I know you had good intentions, but you can’t just go around someone’s workspace and throw out stuff.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry.” He couldn’t help but cringe at his apology. If he knew, then why the hell did he still throw them out? He wrung his hands together. “Is there... is there anything I can do?”

“No,” you shook your head, getting up and taking in a deep breath to calm the sudden rush of adrenaline that shot through you. You needed these numbers for tomorrow. You had a damn presentation about them tomorrow. Maybe it was karma for not working on the final details until now, but still... “I don’t think anyone from PR would answer me at this time. I’ll just go in earlier tomorrow and try to retrieve it or something.” This was perfect. Because you weren’t already stressed enough as is. 

“Hey, you’re going to be okay.” Thoma promised, taking a few tentative steps towards you and opening his arms. It was an invitation you gladly took. Though you were a bit pissed at him, you’d never say no to his hugs. Especially when you needed the comfort and warmth he provided. “You worked really hard for the past weeks, I’m sure they know.” 

You didn’t reply. Instead, you simply melted in his arms while he drew cercles on your back with the tip of his fingers. “In a few weeks, you’ll laugh at me about it. I promise. You’ll be okay.”

And though it most likely won’t happen again, you were certain that Thoma was telling the truth. You’ll be okay. He’ll make sure of it. 

[erimeows]

Feverish

You were surprised to have been called to the med bay a little bit past nine in the evening, woken up by your phone ringing and Ratchet on the other end. You clutched your robe close to your body as you raced through the hallway, sleep in your eyes and worries in your head.

The lead medic had given you no explanation, only telling you to come meet him outside of the med bay as soon as you could before he hung up on you.

You wondered if it was an emergency, if someone was injured or dying, if something had happened during patrol- Wait, no. Their night patrols didn’t start for another hour or so, and if it had been an emergency, someone like Bumblebee or Optimus would’ve called you in a panic.

Still, the whole situation was weird, and you were worried, so when you saw Ratchet outside of the med bay leaning against one of the walls, you immediately approached him with your concern etched in your features. 

Upon seeing you, Ratchet stood up straight, then put a strong servo on your shoulder in a reassuring manner before looking down at you. His pale blue optics burned into your (e/c) eyes, and though you tried your best, you couldn’t read his expression.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the medic spoke.

“Optimus Prime has fallen ill.”

“What?” You immediately sputtered, and your eyes flew to the door of the med bay; closed, you couldn’t even see Optimus. You just prayed that he was okay. In the time that you’d known the Prime and his team, you’d seen him injured or sick plenty, though the former was much more common. He never prioritized his own health and tried to push himself to do things, even when he was unwell, so he took forever to recover... Hopefully it wasn’t something severe. “How bad is it? Is he awake? Have you told the team yet?”

“Hey, hey, slow down. It’s nothing crazy, (y/n), so don’t worry,” Ratchet’s words, said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, soothed you, if only a little. If it were serious or ‘crazy’ as he put it, he would’ve told you directly instead of lying, so you believed him. “This morning, I was the first to wake and go into the kitchen to make myself an energy booster when I saw him stumble in... As in, he was literally stumbling over himself and I could see steam rolling off of him from overheat. He insisted he was fine, but something was off, so I dragged him to the medbay for testing. He’s low on energon and coolant, he was overheating, and there was a minor glitch in his vents from some battle damage that I had to fix. He’s recovering fine, but my main concern is that his chassis seems to be overheating to kill an infection. I think it’s just your run-of-the-mill space bug based on the labs I did, so I gave him some antibiotics.”

“You didn’t answer some of my questions-” You started, now concerned with whether you could actually go and see Optimus or not.

It wasn’t uncommon for the red and blue bot to ignore his own needs, but for him to have ignored symptoms that could’ve turned into something much worse had Ratchet not caught them... You wondered if there was something bothering Optimus that was making him neglect himself, more than he usually would.

“So demanding, you youngin’s,” Ratchet huffed and rolled his optics at you. “It’s not that bad, he’s awake, and no, I haven’t told the others yet. Our nightly patrol is soon and I have to break the news to them somehow, which is why I called you here. You can’t go with us anyway and they need me since we’re down one bot, so I want you to stay with Prime. He responds the best to you...” You blinked and then blushed at that, (s/c) cheeks burning bright. It was true that you and Optimus were close, but for Ratchet to acknowledge it like that... Well, you were flattered. You’d loved Optimus for as long as you could remember, and even though Ratchet surely meant that in a platonic way, it was nice to know that the effort you put into your relationship with the bot meant something. “His condition isn’t from a decline in his physical health- I had to pry like hell to find out what it was, but Prime finally broke and told me that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten an energon cube or ran a self-evaluation to make sure he was functioning properly, which is why he’s energy-depleted and why the damage to his vents went unchecked. He’s so stressed from the leadership that this team needs that he isn’t taking care of himself anymore, and now, it’s led to him falling sick again. I think there’s something else going on in that processor of his, too, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else... I just know it’s more mental than anything.”

You stopped, frowning. What else could Optimus be hiding from everyone? Was he doing something dangerous? Had something happened? Was he breaking down from stress?

“O-Oh.. Okay,” You mumbled and leaned into the servo of Ratchet’s that was on your shoulder, sighing when he ran his thumb over a sore spot on the groove between said shoulder and your collar. The two of you had developed a close bond over the past couple years since they’d been on earth, with you, Sari’s tutor and caretaker, also acting as a second medic for the team with Ratchet’s training. While he’d trained you in how to care for the Autobots, you’d given him the basics of human anatomy and medical care, so with that time spent together, you were close- whether the old grump admitted it or not. “What about his medicine? How often does he take it? Is there anything else I need to do?”

“One pill every six human hours, they’re the white gel capsules that are rationed out on the table by Prime’s med-berth. I just gave him a dose, so don’t get him another one until three in the morning. He also needs to drink plenty of energon, coolant, and lubricant to get better, so make him do it, even if he gets pissy with you- shove it down his throat if you have to... But those are all things that I already told him, and he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. I don’t need you in there to take care of him so much as I need you to stay in there to make sure he doesn’t get up and do anything stupid. You know how he gets when he’s sick.”

“Unfortunately, I do...” You let out a long sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. It was going to be hard dealing with Optimus- hell, you could already imagine how he would be trying to sneak out of the med bay to go on patrol or trying to make you bring paperwork for him to do. You wouldn’t allow either, but considering how much larger he was than you, you’d have to convince him to relax instead of just being able to hold his aft down like Ratchet or Bulkhead could. “I’ll make sure he stays put. I’m assuming you’re taking over leadership until he recovers, Ratchet?”

“As the team medic, I’m second in command, so yeah... I have to. I’d let Prowl do it, but Primus knows he doesn’t want to, and I wouldn’t let Bumblebee or Bulkhead within a ten mile radius of any form of responsibility like this. I’m really the only option.”

“Right...” You imagined what a patrol without Optimus, led by a stressed and grouchy Ratchet would be like, and then cringed. “Good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

With that, Ratchet withdrew his servo from your shoulder and waved at you before turning around and walking down the hallway. You figured that Optimus shouldn’t be left alone for too long, so you quickly entered the med bay and shut the door behind you.

It was dark, with a small night light plugged into the walls that illuminated the room just a bit. You could see Optimus, who looked uncharacteristically pathetic, weakly laying on a med berth with a small side table on the ground next to him. On the table were some energon sticks, a cup of coolant, and the white pills that Ratchet had mentioned. 

“(y/n), is that you?” Optimus asked, trying to sit up, but immediately groaning in what you assumed was pain and flopping back down. His eyes squeezed shut, a strained grimace taking over his face-plates. You pulled one of the stools by a wall-counter to the side of the room where Optimus’s berth was and put it right by his side table so you could sit by him. You were close to his face, so you leaned down to look at it as his optics slowly opened back.

He was sick, and it would take at least a few days if not a week to recover; you could tell just by looking at him. His ocean-hued optics were abnormally dark and foggy, his powder blue faceplates were stained dark with heat, and though he wasn’t steaming like Ratchet had described this morning, there was definitely still heat radiating from his frame.

“Yes, Optimus, it’s me... I’m here to watch over you,” You leaned in to kiss the top of his helm, able to feel just how hot the metal felt against you. When you pulled back, you frowned at the absurd amount of heat- almost hot enough to make your lips sting, while Optimus’s normal temperature was a bit cooler than that of an average human’s by a degree or two. “Ratchet called me down here and told me what’s going on a bit ago. The team’s on patrol right now.”

“Slag, I can’t believe Ratchet told you,” Optimus groaned again, this time in annoyance instead of pain. “I told him not to earlier when he was fixing my vents... He’s probably going to tell the rest of the team, too. I have to get up and go supervise the patrol-” He forced himself to sit up this time, forced back a wince, forced his optics to open fully, but the second you pressed a rushed hand to his chest plates and attempted to push him back, he froze.

“Oh, no you don’t!” You argued, eyebrows furrowing in frustration as a pout formed on your face. 

“Oh, yes I do!” The Autobot argued back without hesitation, but didn’t actually move to push your hand away or leave even though he was fully capable of doing so, only resting one of his servos on the one of yours that was on his chest- stumbling and overheating or not, he was much larger and much stronger than you. Then again, he probably knew that Ratchet would beat him to a pulp the second he recovered if he dared lay a single digit on you to escape the med bay. “As much as I appreciate the concern, I don’t want it nor do I need it, and I certainly don’t want it from my team. It’s bad enough that you know. I know they’ll start asking questions when I don’t go on patrol with them, and if they hear that I got sick from overexerting myself and not getting enough rest and energon, they’ll never let me hear the end of it-”

“Well, maybe that’s what you need, so lay your stubborn ass down! I did not come here with my hair all fucked up and in this stupid robe in the middle of the night when I could’ve been sleeping just to have you run away from me when I’m trying to take care of you! You getting up right now just drives home how bad you are about prioritizing yourself,” Optimus’s plump and normally soft lips, now chapped from dehydration, pulled together into a tight frown- it was the face he made when he knew he was in the wrong. “You’re getting out of your bed when you’re supposed to be resting so you can go lie to your team and tell them you’re fine when you’re not, and for what? Your pride?”

“No, I just don’t want them to worry for me. I’m already stressed out enough and the last thing I need is for that to contribute to their struggles. They’re all dealing with so many of their own problems, and I’m sick of being a burden to everyone around me...”

Optimus huffed, but gave up and laid back down, much to your relief. He still held your hand, though, and you let him- even if he was sick, you didn’t want him to let go.

“You’re not a burden, and just like how they’re dealing with their problems, you’re dealing with yours. You don’t have to be perfect to be loved and respected, and not to insult your acting skills, but... They won’t believe you if you walk out there overheating and struggling to stay standing to tell them that you’re perfectly fine. Ratchet told me how you were stumbling around this morning.”

“I hate that you’re right,” He mumbled, and you wondered why he always had to be so childish when he was sick. 

Then again, as much as you hated Optimus’s stubborn personality, it was a major component of who you’d gone and fallen in love with all that time ago. It was crazy, you thought; just the extent that you loved Optimus Prime to, and how terribly unaware he was of it. You thought it best to keep the fact hidden, as you didn’t know what his feelings were, and he had so much on his plate already... It hurt to think that he didn’t know how loved he was- not just by you, but by everyone around him, who he was always bending over backwards for, completely unaware that they’d do the exact same for him.

“And I hate that you treat yourself like this. Plus, as much as Ratchet threatens us all with consequences for our actions, he’s not going to tell them what’s going on in depth; just that you have a fever and that you’re resting, you know he respects patient confidentiality. He’ll probably even downplay it because he knows that’s what’ll make you happy.”

“No, you’re just trying to reassure me, but...” Optimus paused and let go of your hand, fully settling back into the berth. You took your hand back and looked off to the side, already missing his touch. “I know you want to, and that Ratchet probably told you to spend the night here and take care of me, but I’m alright now. I’ll stay and rest, I promise. You can go to your room to sleep, I know you’re usually not up this late, and I’d hate to keep you up with my problems.”

You didn’t really want to leave him, but you were tired, and you believed his words. His tone was genuine enough.

“Are you sure?” You asked and received a nod in return. So, you stood up and collected yourself. “Okay, if you’re sure... I’ll leave and go get some rest, then come back at three to give you your antibiotics and make sure you’ve got something on your stomach.”

Silence. 

The second you turned around to leave, though, Optimus was grabbing the back of your robe and holding the cloth between his digits, tone low as he spoke again.

“Actually, (y/n), wait... Don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turned back around and looked at him, confused. Hadn’t he just told you seconds before that he was fine and that you should leave to go get some rest so that he could fall into recharge as well? What was with the sudden change of heart? Was there something going on with his physical condition, or was it something else?

“Huh? But Optimus, you said you needed to rest...” You muttered, which earned you a shake of his head in return.

“I will,” Optimus promised. “Please, just stay and don’t question it. I lied to you, I don’t know why, but I can’t be alone right now. Don’t leave me.”

The plead from him was unexpectedly vulnerable, honest, open. You appreciated it, but at the same time, you were concerned about what exactly was going on with him- you felt like there was more to the story than stress and leadership and lack of self-care. While all of that was definitely in character for Optimus Prime, there was something else that he wasn’t telling you about, too. With how close you were to him, it wasn’t abnormal for you to have deeper discussions, but for him to admit that he wanted- no, needed you there with him and couldn’t be alone was something you’d never thought you’d hear in your lifetime.

“Okay, I’ll stay until you tell me to go, then. Thank you for being honest with me.”

With that, you sat back down on the stool and looked at him. A little bit of that light had returned to his optics, but he still seemed like he was in rough shape.

“Thank you.”

Silence again.

Instead of adjusting to get comfortable and slip into recharge, Optimus just sat there with his back against the board of the berth, optics trained on you. It had taken a while to get used to when you’d first met him, but nowadays, you were used to the Prime’s intensity, especially when it came to eye/optic-contact. Still, though, the way he was staring at you now... You couldn’t quite interpret it. Then again, could you usually? Optimus was hard to read sometimes.

“You’re not resting,” You teased, but received a serious response in return.

“I’m thinking, and then I’ll rest.”

“You’re sick, the last thing you need to be doing is overthinking like you always do,” You reached out to him, rested your palm on the side of his face and tenderly ran a thumb over the apex of his cheek. Surprisingly, he leaned into your touch with a smile.

“What if it pertains to you? It’s either I tell you and get my closure, which is daunting, or I sit here overthinking it like I always do.”

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and flinched. It had been obvious that something was on his processor, but it had to do with you? What was it? Did it have to do with your feelings? Tense, you talked again.

“...Have I done something? I’d rather you tell me.”

“You’ve made me fall in love with you.”

The words were whispered but still felt so loud, filling the room with their impact in a way that made your cheeks hot and your heart beat hard against your chest.

“Your illness must be making you delusional,” You laughed nervously, but Optimus only gave you a sloppy grin and laughed. You moved your hand to the top of his helm to check his temperature, but it hadn’t changed- as much as you wanted to believe it, you were sure he was being serious and not having feverous hallucinations like you’d initially suspected. Still, you thought it proper to ask. “Do you feel hot? Are you overheating again?”

“No, (y/n), I’m just in love with you,” Optimus peered at you, smile falling a bit. “I mean, yes, I am sick, and I’m still overheating, but I’ve been in love with you for- Ah, I’m actually not sure how long it’s been... I just know it’s been too long.”

There was a pause, in which the two of you seemed to be processing what important things were said; in the span of just a minute or two, Optimus had boldly laid his feelings out for you on the table, unabashed and proud, the tension that came with two years worth of pining that you’d been doing solved so... Quickly. You were surprised you hadn’t felt your jaw hit the floor.

Had he really loved you the whole time? Or was this a recent development? Why was he only telling you now? Had his stress over his feelings for you also contributed to his sickness?

“I’m not sure I can talk about this in good conscience when you’re so vulnerable,” You smiled back at him, (e/c) eyes meeting his ocean-hued optics as you removed your hand from his head. Shyly, he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It feels selfish, but... I love you, too, and that’s why I want you to rest and get better, maybe not stress out so much.”

You kissed the back of his servo as he pulled it away, earning what you hoped was a blush and not more symptoms of overheating.

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t afraid of getting you sick,” Optimus sighed. You were sure that you probably couldn’t catch whatever he had going on since he was a Cybertronian and you were human, but you didn’t want to test that theory, so you left it alone.

“It’s okay,” You reached out to hold one of his servos in both of your hands, squeezing reassuringly. “I can feel the sentiment. Just focus on getting better, okay? We have all the time in the world.”

“Sometimes I fear we don’t- Have all the time, I mean, and I suppose that’s why I finally broke down and did this- I like to believe I’m impervious to everything around me, but I’ve already died once, and every time I get sick, I always think about what will happen if I go offline without telling everyone around me just how much they mean. I didn’t want to be scared anymore, not when it came to you.”

“I...” You stood and got on top of the berth so you could sit next to Optimus, curling into his side. “Me, too.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” The Prime asked and wrapped an arm around you. Gentle. Strong. Warm.

“Would you like me to be?” You asked in return with a tilt of your head.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be here,” Optimus looked at you, clearly somewhat doubtful, but you only shook your head with a smile. “I promise, I won’t leave you. Just get some rest, okay?”

“...Okay.”

So, you stayed, and when Ratchet walked in the next morning to see you curled up by Optimus’s side on the berth with your (lip/chap)stick smeared on his servos, both of you sleeping peacefully for once, he couldn’t help but think that Optimus getting sick once in a while wasn’t so bad after all.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Sub James and sub reader with dom Sirium and dom Remus.

The doms are out and come home to see James and reader fucking without them!

Two subs together and then a punishment from the two doms!

Also. Love your writing.

This is my first ever request!

Marauders x fem!reader

Yes this is everything thank you so much for this request. I’m honored to fulfill your first one you absolute doll <3

Warning : Smut minors dni, sub!reader, sub!james, slight pet play, degradation and spanking

Word count : 2088

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James’s cock was throbbing, completely pulsating with desire and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He couldn’t get off at all actually, at least not without permission. Remus and Sirius ran a tight ship, and he knew he’d have to wait until they got home. But they were going to be much longer, and even if he could wait, they’d probably tease him for hours being in this state, just laugh at him while he begged. No. He needed his desire satiated right now. He wandered down the hall to find the shared bedroom to search for you, who had also been left behind while Remus and Sirius were off doing god knows what. 

He peered in to find you reading a book on the large king size bed. Looking oh so inviting in Sirius’s t-shirt paired with your shortest sleeping shorts. He watched as you chewed on the end of your thumb absentmindedly, wishing your lips would be doing something else. He crawled up on the bed beside you and spooned in behind as close as he could get. You wiggled back into him to get comfy, and acknowledge him at the same time. But to your great surprise he whined softly behind you. You closed your book and turned so you were chest to chest, creating more torturous friction for your bespeckled boy. 

“Jamie what’s wrong?”

He just whined again and instead of explaining himself he rolled over you, resituating it so he was on top of you between your legs rubbing against you, while kissing your neck. You just giggled, despite the instant feeling of pleasure of him rubbing against your clothed clit.

“Okay okay, I think I get it now, but we can’t. Remmy and Siri didn’t give us permission and they’ll get mad.”

You were much better at following the rules, but it was easy for James to get you into trouble. Tears, literal tears were forming in his eyes as he continued to grind into you, burying his face in your chest.

“Please, please y/n need it so bad. Need you so bad. It hurts, I know they could get mad but I can’t wait any longer it hurts. Please.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed his hair soothingly.

“Okay Jamie, it’s okay. We have to be quick though so they don’t find out, alright? Come on baby lie down for me and let me help.”

He was relieved as he flopped on his back, hopefully Sirius and Remus would be gone away long enough.

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“Y/N? James, we’re home!” 

Remus was shedding his coat, eager to find you two so he could get some relaxation.

“Puppy? Prongs? Come on, we brought you something.”

Sirius’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Normally you two would rush down to meet them, this was odd. 

“Come on Pads, maybe they’re just napping and can’t hear us.” 

As they got closer and closer to the bedroom the answer became much more clear. They paused outside the door and shared a look, both expressions reflecting the features of anger, of dissatisfaction. Between the sound of the creaking bed, your whines were barely audible, while James sounded like he was getting the fucking of his life. And when they opened the door that’s exactly what they found. 

Both of you being completely naked, James was over top of you missionary style, resting on his forearms, biting your shoulder, pounding into you like he’d never get to make you feel good again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, gripping it like gravity would stop working, pulling you away into the room’s atmosphere of desire and elation. 

That atmosphere however, quickly turned into a different one, of tension, nervousness and guilt, when you both heard Sirius clear his throat. You both scrambled and pushed away from each other, but the damage was done. You two were in for it now. The worst part was Remus’s neutral face, his cold eyes. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

 You were sitting up now, but James was lying face down, hiding his shame against your thighs. You tried to coax him out, scratched lightly at his scalp, knowing if he kept this up he’d make the punishment worse.

“It’s alright Jamie, why don’t you just show them.”

He lifted himself and moved to the edge of the bed, now displaying his aching cock, with an angry red tip that was dripping precum as you all spoke. It was clear he hadn’t come yet, but was very very close. He swallowed thick as Remus knelt before him, terrified at what was about to come. Remus’s pointer finger drew a feather light straight line against James’s swollen member. James couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore.

“Moony I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It hurt so much so I made Y/N feel bad so she could make it go away. I was desperate, just wanted it to go away, I’m sorry.”

Remus smiled a little before rising to his full height. If James was blubbering now, this was going to be a long night.

“James, we both know you’re not supposed to touch things that aren’t yours, right?”

“Right.”

“See, that’s the thing. You were being greedy and selfish. Touching what didn’t belong to you. Touching me and Sirius’s puppy. Such a needy slut, couldn’t even wait and when Pads and I were only out to bring  you and Y/N a present.”

James looked at Sirius (who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched) then back up at Remus.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

You were playing with your fingers nervously, mentally preparing yourself for your punishment as Sirius approached you. Your jaw was placed between Sirius’s thumb and fingers, pulling you closer to his lips, but instead he moved past your face to your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good puppy, for me and Remus’s pleasure. Not for your own and certainly not for James. That clear pup?”

You nodded as much as his fierce grip would allow.

“Good, now lie down on Jamsie’s lap.”

As soon as he released you, you quickly did as you were told, shaking with anticipation as both Remus and Sirius undressed completely. You could feel James’s cock throb against you, it being pressed upright between your hip and his stomach.

Sirius joined you so he was beside James, your head close to his lap. While Remus was on the opposite side rubbing and kneading your ass. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock bubs, while Remmy spanks your ass okay?”

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide for him so he could angle himself and slip past your lips.

“Moony how many swats?”

“15, only cause I wanna see her squirm while your dick is in her mouth.”

“Okay bubs, 15 hits and you’re done. 15 swats and you get to be our good puppy again. James you count. This alright love?”

You bobbed down on his dick in response. 

“There’s the good girl we trained so well.”

Smack. “O-one.” “Two.”

At first it seemed like you were the only one being punished, but at closer inspection one could tell that with every jolt you made, James was right there with you. Because every movement reminded him of how over sensitive he was as your hip brushed against his length.

Smack “T-te”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N is being such a good girl for us and you can’t even handle her being spanked. If Y/N wasn’t being so obedient I’d make you restart. We’re at ten.”

You just hummed around Sirius as the rest of your punishment ensued, feeling like you got off pretty easy. Not that you would tell them that. James on the other hand, well, poor James. He looked at you longingly, wanting it to be his throat that Sirius was cumming down. Sirius held your cheek in his palm so he could soothe it with his thumb before running it along your bottom lip.

“Such a good pup sucking my cock so well. Need you to do something else yeah.”

You just looked up at him and nodded, peering up at him with your doe eyes. He groaned at the look of innocence you could portray so easily before taking your hand and turning you towards Remus. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you tight as you melted into him. You were immediately interrupted by James’s needy whines, so reluctantly, Remus pulled away. 

“You’re eager to be punished now, are you James? Alright then, move to the middle of the bed and lie on your back, now.”

As he did what he was told Remus guided you to straddle his waist.

“Okay Puppy you can sit on his cock, but no moving understand?”

“Yes Remmy.”

James through his head back in frustration as you sank down on him. 

“Please, please I’ve learned my lesson please.”

You stayed rooted, not exactly eager to piss off your boys again, while Remus stood off to the side of the bed with his hand guiding Sirius up and down on his cock, staring with nothing but malcontent. James cried some more, tears rolling down his cheeks, heavier than before.

“Please it hurts please!”

Your eyebrows knit together in pity. You did everything you could to soothe him but it was no use. You would stroke his face, pepper kisses across his face, rub his chest, but the only thing you could to solve the problem was the one thing you weren’t allowed to do. 

“It’s alright Jamie, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, risking punishment again as your heart broke wiping away his tears.

“Remmy, Siri, please let him cum. He didn’t mean to, it was hurting him please. He knows he’s yours he’s learned his lesson. Isn’t that right Jamie?”

Remus gripped Sirius’s hair tighter, fucking his throat with vigor as he got closer to gis own release.

“Alright pup you know what to do.” You started moving up and down on him as he thrust up desperately into you. “Tell me James, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you Moony. You and padfoot.”

“Good boy, you can cum now come on, do it with me.”

Sirius’s mouth and your pussy were painted white simultaneously not much later. James’s face finally relaxed, thrilled he finally was relieved of the torturous tension. That was until Sirius cut in.

“Puppy, Remus didn’t say you could stop did he? Keep going.” 

Sirius moved to hold down James’s chest as he writhed underneath you 

“Pads no it’s too much, it’s too much.” 

“Y/N was so nice to beg to let you cum and now you won’t return the favor? You really are a selfish whore.”

Remus approached James from the other side and slipped his middle and pointer finger past his lips.

“There, that’ll shut him up. Keep going bubs you’re doing so good.”

With his other hand he reached to thumb your clit, letting out the prettiest noise Sirius and Remus had ever heard.

“It’s okay Jamie, m’close, so close. Can I cum. Please?”

Remus circled his thumb faster.

“Go ahead darling make a mess.”

You really didn’t understand how James had waited so long. It didn’t matter anymore though as you pulled out and collapsed against his chest. But Sirius was pulling you off of James completely while Remus soothed James.

“It’s alright Prongs, you can be our good boy again. Here, let’s show you what we bought.”

You and James sat against the headboard as Remus and Sirius each handed you a little box. When you opened them you found two matching delicate chains, the kind with a horizontal rectangle in the middle. But the best part was seeing the engraved initials S.B. and R.L. on the pendant.

“It’s so pretty can you put it on for me Siri?”

Sirius grinned at your excitement while clipping the necklace in the back, while Remus did the same for James. Sirius was kissing up and down the side of your neck, wanting to provide extra proof of who you belonged to while Remus fondled the pendant on James, appreciating the color choice against his flushed skin.

“There we go, now it’ll be a lot harder to forget who you belong to now huh.”

And you would never want to.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts @accioweaslcy

[nctsjiho]

Cupid

warnings: none

era: NEO CITY tour in America, May 2019

❀ Even in times of crisis Jaehyun likes to stay calm and have some fun, maybe even if that fun is in the form of playing “cupid”

“You’d think with all this evolved technology it would be easier to find a certain café.” JiHo grumbled to herself as her eyes scanned the street for the café they were looking for. Jaehyun let out his signature chuckle as he watched JiHo get all worked up. When JiHo got nothing else in response she looked up to see Jaehyun simply smile as he stared ahead. “Are you not even looking?” She asked, baffled by his eerily calm demeanour.

Jaehyun once again chuckled at the girl’s annoyed expression. “Calm down, we can just go ask someone in one of these shops.” He beckoned to no store in particular since they had many options. “You’re pretty calm after being yelled at by our manager for getting lost 2 hours before our bus leaves.” The statement did not make the taller boy waver in the slightest. “Exactly, we still have 2 hours. It’s also not our fault Jungwoo and Mark left us without saying anything. Hyung isn’t mad at us, he’s just a bit stressed out in case we miss our bus.”

The fact that Jaehyun just pointed out the main problem without acknowledging it, made JiHo let out an exasperated gasp. “Exactly! We could miss our bus Jaehyun!” “Since when have you become so stressy.” JiHo nudged the boy, turning sharply to enter a store to ask one of the workers for help. “At least one of us has to be stressy, since you’ve decided to be overly calm. Now come on, we’re gonna ask for help.”

Jaehyun followed JiHo inside, who was walking fairly quickly opposed to Jaehyun’s slower yet bigger steps. She had already reached the counter where a young girl stood, probably straight out off highschool, maybe already in college working part time at a small but chic jewellery store.

“How can I help you today-” When the girl looked up, her eyes met directly with JiHo’s. She quickly swallowed down the crop in her throat, wanting to ask JiHo again. “We actually need some directions.” JiHo said before the girl could speak again. The shop assistant just nodded, her eyes still locked with the young idol in front of her. Only JiHo didn’t realise this as she turned to look at where Jaehyun was slowly making his way towards her. JiHo reached her hand out for Jaehyun’s phone since their manager had sent him the café’s name.

The whole exchange went by with a minimal amount of words to be said. Once JiHo showed the girl the name of the café, the worker beamed for only a split second telling the two idols her coworker - who luckily shared a shift with her - had talked about the place before. Unfortunately the coworker was just across the street, but the girl talking to JiHo and Jaehyun said she would be there in just a few minutes.

It was now quiet as the three waited for the coworker to arrive.

“This is pretty.” Jaehyun pointed down at the necklace in front of him in the glass display - which was also the counter they were standing at. “Hmm, sure.” JiHo hummed. “Oh! Would you like to try it on?” The girl in front of her asked almost too excitedly. Jaehyun didn’t fail to notice the deep red blush creeping on the girl’s cheeks as JiHo looked up at her to wave her off. “No it’s fine we-” “She’d love to!” Jaehyun intercepted. Once those words left the boy’s mouth, the girl scrambled to open the display with her tiny key. At the same time, JiHo sent Jaehyun an annoyed look which clearly meant, “we don’t have the time for this right now”, yet Jaehyun only smiled.

With the necklace in her possession, the girl walked over to where JiHo and Jaehyun were standing, her hands ready to pass the necklace to Jaehyun. “You should put this on your girlfriend-” “Girlfriend?! Oh no! We’re not-” JiHo pretty much shouted, earning an offended look from Jaehyun. “Well now I don’t want to help you either!” Turning towards the girl, who looked very awkward after witnessing the interaction between the two friends, Jaehyun added, “maybe you should help her? JiHo kinda sucks with putting on jewellery.”

It was hard for Jaehyun to contain his smirk as the girl stuttered, yet agreed and moved to stand behind JiHo. JiHo was a bit taller than the girl and when the idol noticed this she bent down a little. It was funny to Jaehyun how the girl’s face went completely red when she got close to JiHo. He also noticed the way she gulped when JiHo started making small talk with her. If Jaehyun could guess, he’d say that JiHo’s French accent definitely had an effect on her, since each time JiHo would say something that would highlight her accent the girl’s lips would curve upwards a little bit.

Jaehyun was having too much fun seeing the girl try her hardest not to fall apart under JiHo’s spell. His younger friend wasn’t even doing anything special, she was just being herself - her ever so clueless self - yet that was enough to have the shop assistant forget how to function as a human.

It was almost sad when Jaehyun’s little game came to an end when the coworker came to rescue the two idols. She had told the duo the café was only 2 blocks away, a 10 minute walk if they took their time. He almost proposed to hang out at the jewellery store a little longer, but one, that would be a bit of a weird proposition, two, JiHo was eager to leave so she could reunite with her members and a potentially angry manager.

Before leaving the store, Jaehyun bought the necklace for JiHo. She was probably not going to wear it much more than a handful of times, but Jaehyun felt almost bad for asking the poor shop assistant to get it out. And besides, the necklace was really pretty.

Just as Jaehyun stood at the door of the store he turned to look at the two girls. “Have you heard of NCT? NCT 127?” When the girls gave him a confused shake of their heads he sent them one of his charming smiles. “Promise me you’ll check it out on YouTube?” The coworker who had been eyeing him ever since she stepped inside the store nodded frantically, dazed by the boy’s charms. Sending her a wink, he thanked her, saying one more goodbye and then left to catch up with JiHo.

For most of the duration of their walk towards the café the duo didn’t really speak to each other. JiHo was more focussed on finding their destination, whilst Jaehyun was calculating the best way to tease his member. So when they finally made sight of their members and manager, Jaehyun spoke.

“You know she was totally into you right?” “Who?” With a brow raised, JiHo asked the question, yet wasn’t really interested in an answer as Taeyong ran up to her to check if she was okay. “The girl at the store, she had a big crush on you.” The teasing tone and cocky smile was what set JiHo off into rolling her eyes at the boy. “Who? Someone has a crush on our maknae?” Yuta had overheard the conversation and was quick to join the tease fest.

“Her face was all red and she would stutter every time she had to talk to JiHo.” Jaehyun recounted the whole event to his members who gladly began teasing JiHo. “It’s the French accent. I knew it!” Johnny yelled, acting if he was upset because he didn’t have it. He might have even tried the accent himself, mumbling silly pickup lines under his breath. “So did you get her number?” Haechan asked eager to know more about what had happened. “You guys are annoying, you know that right?” The side eye JiHo gave them was everything but threatening for the boys, who all burst out laughing. Taeyong on the other hand brought JiHo closer to him by putting his arm over her shoulder. “Stop teasing our baby. I don’t want her to get a boy or girlfriend. She’s too young for that!”

JiHo didn’t know which was worse. Getting teased by 8 of her members or babied by her leader. She however didn’t have a choice to be subjected to both and wished she could get in that bus as quickly as possible so she could hide in a little corner and drown out the boys who would definitely continue to annoy her for a while - definitely Lee Haechan…

“Oh by the way. I told them to check out NCT when we left the store.” The smirk on his face was the cockiest one JiHo had seen. She gasped at the news and harshly punched the boy’s arm, hoping it would maybe leave a bruise for a few days. “Jaehyun!”

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Side Note: I honestly don’t know where this came from... but YES Jaehyun really is the Valentine’s Day boy, Mr. Cupid himself🍑💚

[creativeashproductions]

Back to the 118 // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Buck meets the firefighter he replaced as the reader transfers back to the 118. The reader never expected to fall for a co-worker the first day back at the 118 after two years spent at the 155 in Los Feliz.

Warnings: Swearing, sickness, hospitals, health issues, pregnancy, angst and a shit ton of fluff

Words: 5.9k

A/N: So this is obviously a modern au for jatp to fit in the 911 universe. To make this work, Buck replaced Reader instead of Tommy after many failed probies. Eddie then later replaced Tommy.

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Masterlist

Your e/c eyes scanned the outward appearance of the first firehouse you’d worked at fresh out of the Academy. The place that had become a second home from the increased tension-filled house your parents still lived in. A place you had escaped as quickly as you could for a dream career. A career your parents hadn’t been proud of in the beginning, with the danger that came with being a firefighter paramedic.

“You the new recruit?”

Your eyes fell from the building to the male individual standing near the open bay the engine and ladder truck both used. The male in question must have joined the 118 after you transferred to the 155. The stranger towered at least six feet minimum with blue eyes and short blonde hair with the slightest wave.

“No-”

“Flint!” The excited voice of the only other female paramedic called out. You only saw dark navy before you were pretty much tackled.

Hen and Chimney had equally taken you under their wings when you initially joined as a rookie. You’d been the second female firefighter-paramedic at the 118 and the youngest by far. As if you’d summoned him, you felt the arms of Chimney sandwich you against Hen.

“Flint?” The stranger parroted, blinking his eyes at the rather unusual scene of Chimney and Hen wrapped around an unknown girl.

“What are you doing here?” Chimney questioned, stepping back. Hen scoured your entire form for any differences that had occurred.

“Y/N decided to come home,” Bobby spoke from a few feet behind the reunion with the beaming smile on his features. His lips pulled into a smile directed at the first recruit he’d taken on his first year at the 118.

“Bobby!” You grinned, meeting the father figure in the middle of the distance between you two. Bobby wrapped you up in his arms tightly, a certain lightness cocooning the Captain as he took in his friends.

“You’re back here?”

“Everything is squared back at home now, thankfully, and while I loved working with the 155, it wasn’t home. This will always be home.”

“Buck, this is Y/N Patterson. She worked her first two years with the 118 before transferring to the 155 in Los Feliz. Y/N, this is one of our newest members, Evan Buckley.” Bobby gestured towards the previously nameless firefighter.

“Who would leave the 118?” Buck questioned, unable to come up with a valid reason to leave the family at 118.

Buck’s opinion didn’t stand with his only workplace after successfully becoming a firefighter solely was the 118. Never had he worked in another firehouse. He’d been a fire marshall and volunteered his time in the Austin wildfire, but he always came home to the 118.

“Family issues.”

2018, Firehouse 118, Los Angeles

A fresh-faced, albeit dirty from sweat and soot, jumped down from the engine truck’s high steps. The synchronized slam of doors sounded from your colleagues and friends Hen and Chimney. All three individuals famished for the casserole Bobby had premade during the slow morning.

“Baked Mac n’ Cheese.” Tommy breathed from his position by the driver side. Tommy Kinard was a stoic man towering over six feet. He was always a gentle giant after you’d bonded after a hard call.

“Clean up, and I’ll have it in the oven. It’s Chimney’s time to make the salad and Flint’s turn to set the table.” Bobby spoke with barely a glance to the ground ahead of him. 

Your Captain jogged towards the stairs, whereas his team made their way to the locker rooms for a well-deserved shower. You and Hen split away from Tommy and Chimney to the women’s locker room that had gotten an upgrade.

Well, before you joined the Academy, the locker room had been used as a glorified game room, all thanks to the misogynist Captain from hell. Hen often had over the years mentioned how lucky you got with Bobby being your first Captain.

“Chimney better not put those onions like he did last time.” You spoke from under the stream of warm water. Nothing beat the warmth of a shower near the end of your shift erasing the evidence of your job.

“Man needs to learn the complimentary salad to the main dish.” Hen piped up from across the shower room.

You and Hen had both showered and redressed in a fresh uniform in under five minutes, the dirty one placed in a laundry bag. You’d managed to beat the boys to the upstairs by a few seconds. Enough to set half of the able before Chimney began to making his salad of choice.

“Looks great, Cap.” Tommy complimented the gooey homemade pasta Bobby religious made every third Thursday. He alternated between pasta recipes with the odd new recipe every once in a while.

“What are you waiting for? The bell?” Bobby quipped to the unmoving bunch of hungry individuals. His words started the boisterous meal time preceding the end of shift.

“So, we’re halfway through dinner and Amber-” Your phone interrupted the disaster date Tommy had begun telling. He continued as soon as you waved him to go ahead while you took the call.

“Hello?” You breathed into the phone.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The warmth infused in your mom’s voice soothed the ruffled feathers from the call you’d come back from, “How are you?”

“I’m good! We just finished eating. My shift is almost over, and I’ll have to go straight to the store for groceries-”

“Y/N, we found him.”

The him was easy to figure out given your brother had run away from home three months prior with only his dreams in mind. You’d spent most of your off time, sometimes even during shift out on a call, to scan the environment for Luke. You became a regular in questioning hospitals and homeless shelters.

“Where was he?”

“His band had been about to play at some big venue last night.” Mom’s word choice concerned you. Her voice dripped with sadness instead of the typical disappointment and annoyance on anything to do with Sunset Curve.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“A few nights ago, the boys got hotdogs-”

“Streetdogs.” You interrupted with evident anger in your tone at the mention of those death dogs Luke consumed. You can’t even give a number to how many times you had told him how unsanitary and dangerous the food is.

“Something was wrong with the food. They got ill fast. Alex and Reggie are being kept for observation but will be found with a few days of rest.”

“What about Luke?”

“He tried to call 911; he was weak and fell. Y/N, he hit his head. He’s in the ICU in a coma.” Emily Patterson’s voice cracked as soon as she acknowledged the current state of her youngest child.

The colours of the world dulled as soon as your mind clicked that Luke was in the hospital. Your little brother had put himself in danger all because he had a big dream. Your mind flashed through your life growing up with him.

You remembered talking to your mom’s growing bump when she was pregnant with Luke. You remembered five-year-old Luke unable to settle unless you sang to him. Your voice was nothing special, but it soothed the little boy when he had a nightmare. You could vividly recall teaching Luke how to play the guitar when he was thirteen; the brunette a complete natural at it.

“What’s his prognosis?”

“Too early to tell. The doctor is hoping Luke will be in a general room after tomorrow if the swelling goes down. I wanted you to know as soon as possible.”

“How’s Dad?”

Emily hesitated from her position by a hospital bed. Her brown eyes carefully scanning the male sleeping soundly in the bed.

“Mom?”

“Your father had a heart attack last night. That’s why I haven’t been able to tell you sooner. He’s currently sleeping, but he’ll have a barrage of tests later today-”

“I’ll be there as soon as my shif-”

“No. Don’t drop anything. I can keep you up.”

“Excuse my language, but there’s no way in hell I’m staying away from my family. I’ll take a few days off. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Your thumb tapped the red circle on the bottom of your screen.

The 118 didn’t bother pretending they hadn’t been watching your form during your phone call. Bobby felt like something had drastically changed in a few minutes you’d been busy on the phone.

“Everything okay?” Bobby inquired from his position at the kitchen sink. His hands in the sudsy water to scrub the empty pan.

“My brother and my father are in hospital. I’m gonna need some days off.” You informed your boss with a look of utter defeat coating your expression.

Those few days transitioned to transferring to the closest firehouse to your childhood home and the hospital. The medical bills from both your brother and father had begun to overwhelm your mother with the current single source of income. Emily didn’t ask you for anything, but you started renting the home you’d bought for extra money.

It was a silent agreement that you paid rent as a cover to helping with the bills piling up.

Present Day, Firehouse 118

Buck followed behind the welcoming group to the girl that seemed larger than life. Buck was impressed by the sacrifice you’d made for the good of your family. You’d willingly given up the family of the 118. Buck didn’t know if he could do the same.

“Welcome back.” Hen cheered on her guidance to the heaven everyone called the kitchen. Your department issue duffle bag dropped out of the wall on the top level.

Your eyes zeroed in on the spread of your favourite foods prepared by the only person aware of your return. It was only one look of gratitude towards the father figure before everyone dug in.

A few changes had occurred since you’d last sat at this table. Tommy Kinard had left the 118 for the 217 shortly after your departure. He’d been replaced by the ready to impress Buck. One thing that hadn’t changed was the delicious food Bobby made.

Your eyes found the sole empty chair at the long table, “Didn’t you say the house took on two new recruits since I left?”

“Buck took your position when you left. We had a revolving door of firefighters before Buck permanently joined.” Chimney supplied with a mouth full of lettuce and grated carrot. Hen whacked his arm for his lack of manners.

“You’ll meet Eddie on the next shift. He took the day off. It’s his son’s first birthday since his mom died.” Bobby informed you with that pinched wrinkle between his eyebrows, “He joined after Tommy left.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet the entire team.” You replied, looking past to the circular table behind Bobby’s spot. Sam and Ryan both waved happily upon catching sight of you back at your unspoken seat.

You listened intently as Hen shared the changes Denny had gone through in the time you’d been away. Chimney was ecstatic to point out the faint scar on his forehead.

“You had rebar go through your skull, and you’re completely fine?” You questioned, floored by the pure luck Chimney had.

“Oh, it was nasty. Went in from the back of the skull to the front.” Buck spoke enthusiastically, recounting the scene. Chimney deadpanned a look at his younger coworker, “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s like you never had it happen.”

“Doc was shocked at how positive the outcome and healing was. I was back at work within a month on light duty. I beat my record getting in my turnout gear.” 

“And yet my little brother was comatose for two months.” You grumbled under your breath. None of the people could make out the words, but the grimace on your face was enough to show them it was personal.

In true 118 fashion, the bell rang throughout the firehouse with the disembodied voice declaring the type and location. Yoru e/c eyes found Buck climbing into the driver’s seat where Tommy had once commandeered. It was odd not having the man who’d became an older brother to you.

“How’re your parents?” Hen questioned, sitting diagonally from you. Her fingers repositioning the radio on her chest.

“Dad’s recovering pretty good. Mom’s started attending her knitting club again.” 

Buck’s eyes raised to the rearview mirror to meet yours in interest, “What happened?”

“Uh...my dad had a heart attack a couple years ago. He took a long time to recover with the further stress that caused it.” You piped up, understanding the news would come out at some point, “My little brother was in an accident that left him in a coma. Life was just as messy after he woke up.”

“He’s okay?” Chimney questioned, “I know we’ve never met them, but it really gutted you.”

“Well, physically, he’s fine, but emotionally he’s upset. He was in a band, and when he came out of the coma, he found out some devastating news.” You continued to explain, but unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, you’d come to the scene.

It was a little known place most teenagers discovered as a hang out spot just on the edge between your county and the next. The location was the infamous spot of cliff jumping; you knew because this was something you’d recklessly done in high school.

“He’s over here!” A blonde male of average height called from the edge of the cliff. His blue eyes were bright even from this distance, matching the detailing on his swim trunks.

Surrounding the edge with the boy was a group of teenagers his age, all in different versions of swimsuits. You found the scared brown eyes of a beautiful girl you vaguely knew from the few shows of Sunset Curve you had watched. Her dark blonde hair plaited out of her face. Her face clicked as Carrie Wilson, Bobby’s sister or cousin.

You jogged towards the edge of the cliff to look over. It was easily between fifteen to twenty feet from the edge of the cliff to the water. You recognized Hen crouching by your side, looking at what you were looking at.

On the rocks was a prone body of a teenage male with bruises already forming on his face from where you could see. His thick shoulder-length hair laid still half in the ponytail and around his head.

“Head trauma.” You murmured to Hen, scanning from a distance, “I can’t tell much from this height and angle.”

“Either a broken tibia or fibula. Spinal injury is definitely a concern.”

“Okay, his name is Willie Young. He’s eighteen years old. His sister Kayla was dared to jump off by doing some kind of flip. Willie took her dare and didn’t jump far enough or tripped over a rock.” Bobby listed having been talking with the group of teenagers all shook up.

“I can rappel-” Buck began to speak before you cut him off firmly.

“It would take too long, and the angle is difficult. Nobody rappels down it; the cliff isn’t stable enough. It crumbles pretty easy, and the unofficial name of this cliff is Devil’s Dive.” Your eyes found Carrie’s tear-filled once and the utter devastation in who you pegged as Kayla.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve jumped off this cliff for years as a teenager. You’re looking at the resident champion of self reckless endangerment at Devil’s Dive.” 

Hen, Chimney and Bobby each stared, shocked at your revelation of stupid teenager decisions.

“Then how are we gonna get down there,” Buck questioned, staring at the unconscious teenager lying on the rocks.

“Easy, I can jump from here into the water and climb onto the rocks to where Willie is. I have the experience of how and where to jump safely.” You spoke to your Captain with complete confidence in your abilities, “You can lower down the kit, radio and backboard by a rope. There’s a mansion beyond the trees that you can ask to borrow a boat from the owner. He’s eccentric and questionable but nice enough.”

Bobby nodded his head to your plan. You unbuttoned your uniform shirt to strip down to the department t-shirt with the emblem on your chest and across your back. You kept the boots and emptied your pockets of anything. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the height of the cliff you hadn’t jumped from in years.

“I’ll jump where-”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed at Buck’s assumption he could follow you.

“You’ll need another pair of hands to roll him on the backboard. I don’t have anyone waiting for me at home. This is kinda what I do. Bobby cleared it already.” Buck shrugged with a half-smirk on his handsome face.

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly gave Buck a rundown on how to jump correctly before you tossed yourself off the cliff. The cold water momentarily shocked your system as soon you submerged under the water. You swam to the surface before swimming towards the rocks. Willie hadn’t moved an inch.

“Whoa! That was so cool!” Buck cheered once he’d appeared on the surface of the water, “No wonder you used to do that!” 

His excitement both annoyed and amused you, “Eh. I was just an idiot kid who thought they were invincible.”

The two firefighters lifted themselves onto the rock formation, where blood stained the rock. While Buck retrieved the backboard and essentials from the rope, your hands moved across Willie’s body, checking for breaks. You caught the c-collar Buck tossed without looking. You quickly but gently put the collar on Willie.

“Hi, Willie. My name is Y/N, and I’m a paramedic. I’m gonna check you over for injuries.” You informed the teenager closely. You’d only just opened his eyes to flash a light on them, “Buck let Bobby know Willie’s pupils are reactive to light and the same size.”

“Got it!” Buck called out from the open medkit, “I’ll splint his leg.”

“W-what happened?” Willie wheezed sluggishly. His brown eyes were unfocused.

“You got hurt trying to jump off the cliff. You’re in good hands, Willie. I’m a paramedic with the Los Angeles Fire Department. This is my coworker Buck.”

“Kayla?”

“Perfectly safe, but you did give her a scare. Willie, can you feel this?” Buck questioned, gently touching his right foot. Buck and you both gave a sigh of relief as Willie confirmed he felt it.

 “Okay, we’re gonna roll you on to the backboard. On three: one, two, three.” You counted before rolling Willie on his side with Buck. Willie’s cry echoed around the surrounding as you settled him on the board.

“Need a ride?” Chimney asked as a very nice boat floated towards the three people on the rocks. Hen and Bobby helped load Willie onto the boat, “Mr. Covington agreed to let us use the boat if we don’t get blood on the seats.”

“Can you call my boyfriend?” Willie sluggishly asked when he was loaded into the ambulance on the cliff. Kayla sliding into the seat in the back of the ambulance with their items.

“Alex is meeting us at the hospital.” Kayla told her older brother, “You absolute idiot! You should have just let me jump!”

“And let you be in the back of the ambulance? Dad would kill me if I had let you do it.” Willie scoffed. Their conversation was silent as Chimney and Buck closed the back doors of the ambulance.

Bobby, Buck and you climbed into the fire truck to follow the ambulance to the closest hospital. Hen and Chimney rolled the gurney to the doors with Kayla hot on their heels. You’d just turned to head back to the truck when you saw three teens loitering near the entrance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled, marching away from Bobby and Buck to the teen who was supposed to be in class.

Luke had been forced into private tutoring to catch up to his friends in his grades, meaning every afternoon. The watch on your wrist confirmed Luke was definitely supposed to be with his tutor at the community centre.

“Luke!” You shouted, stomping right up to the wide-eyed teen.

Luke’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his older intimidating sister caught him like his hand was in the cookie jar. You didn’t give Reggie or Alex a second look while you gripped Luke’s ear to tug him away.

“Ow!” Luke whined from the angle you dragged him at.

“What the hell are you doing across the city? You’re supposed to be in your session that our parents are paying a great deal for.” You snapped, crossing your arms in your wet t-shirt.

“We need every chance we can to-”

“Make it big in the industry.” You parroted the past discussions on Luke’s dream as a band, “Do you remember how I got mom and dad off your back? An agreement that you finish high school on time. Not dropping out.”

“So many musicians have dropped out! Green Day’s frontman dropped out his senior year to focus on the band. Several others like Elton John and Kurt Cobain!” Luke enthused, gesturing with his hand to emphasize his words.

“Luke.” You warned, “It’s either catch by with a tutor with some time dedicated to your band, or it’s a military school.”

Luke’s hazel eyes minimally widened, “They would-”

Your stoic expression stayed the same as the energetic seventeen-year-old bounced in his spot across from you. 

“There’s only so much I can do before you lose everything. I know you feel anxious after what all happened, but music isn’t going anywhere.” You reached to squeeze Luke’s hand in yours, “So, I’ll clear it with my boss to have you ride the bus to the station. You’ll have your tutor sessions with my supervision, so I know you’re attending.”

“Y/N!” Bobby called from next to the firetruck, “We gotta go.”

“I’m guessing the Alex that Willie is dating your best friend?” You questioned with one raised eyebrow. Luke nodded in response, “Let mom know you had to be there for Alex. She’ll let skipping your session go this once.”

“Thanks!” Luke chimed, lunging to hug you. Your mouth barely opened before he was racing towards a jittery Alex and a grinning Reggie.

Reggie lifted his arm to wave with his flushed cheeks a darker red colour. You found Reggie’s crush on you to be absolutely adorable. He was a friendly kid.

“He looks good for a kid who was in a coma not long ago.” Hen breathed as the teenager entered the ER with his best friends beside him.

“Oh, he healed quickly. He was crushed after he fully recovered from his head injury.”

“That was your brother?” Buck inquired, and he was just as focused on your features as he had since he first met you. 

“Yeah! He was in a coma for ten months when he was sixteen. He’s spent the last two years catching on on school to graduate with his friends. Well hopefully. He’s dead set on dropping out.” You heavily sighed, leaning your temple on the glass window, “He was supposed to be at a tutoring session. I’ll be chaperoning to make sure he goes.”

“If you need to have them at the station, send me a schedule, and I’ll make it work. Luke’s just as much family as you are.”

The rest of the shift was smooth sailing as Buck followed you around with the sole purpose of getting to know you. The friendship came naturally to the two of you. He didn’t hold back with you like he did with others. Fridays off became hangouts that varied from just Buck and you to spend it with Eddie and Christopher.

Everyone could see Buck had developed feelings for you and vice versa. Unlike the man Buck used to be, he was cautious. He wanted to do this right. And Buck did. With the help of Christopher, he asked you out.

Months Later

Buck’s eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of your new home’s bedroom he often found himself in. Before, you had alternated staying at his apartment or yours before a significant change happened. Luke moved in to finish his senior year with the help of your tutoring, as agreed with your parents. That led to you giving up your former home, the one that coincidentally Buck’s sister Maddie had rented from you.

“Luke! You better be awake!” Your voice came from the main floor of the home. Your voice alone seduced the firefight to leave the warm sheets.

His bare feet pattered down the hardwood floor stairs into the kitchen coated in all different kinds of breakfast food. Waffles to imported maple syrup to bacon spread across the counter.

“Morning,” Buck grumbled, stepping up behind you to tug you against his chest.

Unlike Buck’s softer footsteps, your little brother tore down the stairs like a stampede of elephants. Luke wore a vintage band shirt modified sleeveless; you’d be getting a voicemail about dress code violations. The chains hanging off his black jeans.

“You have to hurry, Lu. Buck and I can’t be late. He needs to get to his apart-”

“I don’t see why he doesn’t just move in. He’s here almost every night. He helps buy groceries.” Luke’s hazel eyes stared at the plate he towered food on.

Buck raised one eyebrow in response, “You just moved in. You should be settled before we make-”

“Dude. Your lease is up in like a month; just move in already. No feathers will be ruffled. Besides, the band’s taking off now that Nick got his dad Ryan to check our music out.” Luke sprouted with a beaming smile at the good news his new band received.

After Luke had recovered from that coma, he’d woken up in a world where Alex, Reggie and Bobby, no Trevor, now continued the band. Then when Alex and Reggie couldn’t go on, the rhythm guitarist betrayed Luke. He stole every song he could get his hands on and proved successful.

“Ryan Evans, right? His sister’s some bigshot on Broadway? Sharpay, right?” You questioned recalling in the early 2000s the success of Sharpay and Ryan in some kind of Disney films based on them.

“You’re about to be the sister and brother-in-law of a certified rockstar.” Luke’s attempt at smirking made him look like a chipmunk with full cheeks of food, “I don’t need a ride. Alex’s picking me up.”

“Straight to school, Luke. You’ve got two weeks left before you can leave that behind.” Buck pointed his coffee cup in the direction of the passionate musician. Luke returned a smile of acknowledgement.

The kitchen was quiet as Luke shoved as much food in his mouth in such little time while you watched. In a flash, he’d stuck his dishes in the dishwasher before sprinting out to the van beeping continuously.

“Think we can have you moved in by tomorrow? Your one-bedroom place will be a little cramped for five people.” You simply spoke as you rinsed your coffee cup out. You could hear the wheels in Buck’s brain turning as he thought.

“Five people?”

“Yeah. Luke, Albert, me, you and baby Buckley.”

The entire home went completely still as the announcement bled into the house you’d made a home. One hand resting against the smoothness of your belly. That hand covered by the calloused one of Buck’s. His blue eyes gleaming in utter adoration and excitement.

“Baby Buckley?” Buck marvelled, turning you to face him with tears running down your cheeks, “You’re pregnant?”

“I am. I guess we’re giving Maddie’s daughter a cousin.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now I’m obligated to see your parents regularly, and I still grimace at the first introduction.” Buck winced, recalling the foot in mouth syndrome he’d developed.

Buck had never been as nervous as in this moment. Not when he had to tell his parents the first time he got kicked out of college. Or when his teenage self sat beside one of his flings waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Not even on his first date with Abby. 

“You’ll be fine.” You soothed the anxious man standing by your side on the doorstep of your childhood home. The door opened, revealing Luke standing with a grimace, “Oh Mom, made you wear that.”

Luke had been stuffed into one of the only long-sleeved shirts he owned by your mother. It was a magenta maroon hued corduroy shirt and set off his chocolate hair perfectly. Apparently, your mother hadn’t been able to get him into a pair of pants that weren’t skinny, black or ripped.

“We’re meeting your boyfriend, not the damn Pope-”

“You wouldn’t be wearing that if the Pope was involved.” You retorted, stepping to tug the younger Patterson into your arms. The only thing you adored about your little brother was he never denied a hug. Physical touch is his love language, so he never went through a phase.

“Lucas, don’t let them freeze on the front porch!” Emily shouted from within the Patterson home. Luke rolled his eyes at his mother’s request.

“Luke, this is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley. Buck, this is my not so little brother Luke.” You swiftly introduced the most important males in your life.

Luke and Buck got along better than any previous partner you’d brought home. He got along with your parents really well. Even when he slightly embarrassed himself as the time came to go home, whether it was his place or yours. He kissed your mother’s cheek and shook hands with your father.

“No offence, but thank you for having a heart attack and a coma. If you hadn’t, I’m sure I would have never met Y/N.”

Luke snickered at Buck’s odd choice of words, as did your parents. A part of Buck dreaded the next time he’d see your parents.

The gentle press of lips against your cheek pulled you from your thoughts of the first family dinner. Despite the issues between Luke and your parents, they were great people and parents; Buck had felt like he finally fit in. Even with that awkward thankful he gave your brother and dad, he was family the minute Mitch and Emily saw the mutual looks.

“How are we gonna do this?”

“Well, as the pregnant one, I’ll carry the little Bean until it’s time for them to enter the world. Then we’ll-”

“I get that but with our jobs?”

You felt guilty at the dread of not getting to do what you love, but you were excited, “I’ll keep working as a paramedic. I’ll stay away from fires, and then I’ll go on mat leave. We’ll make this work, Buck.” 

Buck leaned down to rest his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, envisioning how life was about to change. Buck adored children. He had loved Christopher from the moment he’d first met him. Buck himself was a kid at heart. 

“I didn’t think I could fall more in love, but you continue to surprise me each time,” Buck murmured with that gorgeous smile that utterly melted your heart from the first time you saw it. Back when you tried to deny any feelings beyond friendship.

“We’re so lucky to have you, Evan Buckley.” You breathed as you leaned up to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Although it was mostly clashing of teeth with the matching wide grins on your face.

“This little girl is gonna be a heartbreaker but no boyfriends or girlfriends until they’re thirty.” Buck declared, tugging you into his arms. His blue eyes twinkling in the natural lighting.

“It could be a boy.”

“Or maybe neither. Boy, girl or non-binary, I’ll love them just as much.” Buck spoke once more.

Gideon Buckley was born in the early morning to the pride of his parents and extended family. He was a healthy solid 8 pounds with sparse dark blonde hair and the trademark grey-blue newborn eyes. You everyone but Buck and your surprise Gideon wasn’t alone. Grace Buckley followed her older twin brother eight minutes later.

You rested against the propped up pillows spent from the exhausting hours of labour, but it was worth it. The two tiny babies snuggled beneath the swaddling blanket concealing your bare chest. Skin to skin contact was absolutely the best part of being a parent.

“Did you steal a baby?” Chim joked upon entering the hospital room with Maddie in tow. Right behind them were your parents and Luke.

“I’d like you to meet our twins Gideon and Grace Buckley. Surprise!” Buck quietly cheered in the nearly silent room. Buck’s curated newly parents playlist gently playing in the background.

Mitch and Emily came closer to look at the little loves they proudly got to claim as their first grandchildren. Emily’s heart melted upon hearing Gracie coo in her sleep. Grace and Gideon’s fist pressed against each other.

“Congratulations.” Maddie breathed, bending to catch a peek at the twins’ faces.

“Luke. Would you like to meet your goddaughter and godson?” You questioned the nervous musician. The nineteen-year-old tiptoed his way to the hospital bed.

“I’m both their godfather?” Luke choked as soon as Buck gently transferred Gideon onto his uncle’s chest. 

“There’s no one else in the world I’d choose to help guide them in the right direction. You always found your way back onto the right path. You’ll do the same for them.” Buck answered with Gracie nestled on his chest.

 Buck was the first to hold them followed by you and then their godfather Luke.

Gid and Gracie, although unseen, had been in Luke’s graduation pictures and watched as Julie and the Phantoms signed with a record label. Where Gid was, Luke wasn’t far beyond; the special bond melted everyone. Likewise with Gracie and Alex.

Gid overall was a happy baby compared to Grace. Loved visiting the firehouse. Loved the people working with their father and previously their mother. For the entire first year of Gideon and Grace’s life, you stayed at home with the utter support of Buck.

“First day back.” Hen spoke from beside you on the bench in the women’s change room. As a fellow mother, she’d been watching your behaviour.

“I miss them. I feel guilty that I abandoned them-”

“Okay, your feelings are valid, but you aren’t abandoning Gideon or Grace. You’re teaching them that you can be a great mom while also being a badass firefighter. I was the same when I went back to work after we got Denny.”

“Do you ever wish you could be a stay at home mom?”

“I love Denny with my entire heart, but I couldn’t do that. I was meant to be a paramedic firefighter as much as Denny’s mother. Besides, I can see Maddie pushing in the double stroller.”

Your head snapped to see your sister in law beaming with the double stroller carrying Gideon and Grace. Maddie’s daughter sitting on the seat made for a toddler. Maddie and Chimney had come to a decision for Maddie to work part-time.

Hen watched as you bounded out of the changeroom in uniform to scoop the twins into your arms. In a split second, Buck was down the stairs cooing at the absolute loves of his life. His partner and two children.

Buck would forever be grateful for finding his way to the 118, where he found his true family. A place of acceptance, love, trust and loyalty. Buck found his place in the world, and that was beside you.

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— my worst nightmare.

Summary: You know the saying that goes 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer?' How much closer can you get to your enemy than being roommates?

Request: Brownies + Dark Irish Coffee 

Genre: Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: Lots of swearing. I didn’t hold back in that aspect. Uhm, mentions of drinking, yn kinda panics at one point... I think that should be all! If not, pls notify me ^^

Note: An Eishi Café special. Yes, this is because it was last minute requests and it took too long for me to get to and open up the café again. ALSO TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS, I’M SORRY I MISREAD THE ORDER AND WROTE IT AS A LIGHT REQUEST! I hope you still like it nonetheless... Sorry it took so long T^T Also, this is my first time writing something like this so I really hope that it fits.

You were hauling your bags and boxes up to your new dorm room by yourself. That wasn’t exactly the greatest way to start the day, considering you had to stay up packing the last of your stuff, rushing to the nearest train station, riding the train, and then driving all the way to your new dorm room for college yesterday. You didn’t even get to sleep a wink on the train and you sure as hell can’t sleep while on the road. So, in short, you were tired, hungry, and really fucking pissed.

You mocked your naive and excited self, making faces as you tugged your bags closer to your body, pulling the strap of your backpack higher up your shoulder to keep it from falling on the floor. Go to college, they said. You'll have the time of your life, they said. Who's they? The many, many movies you watched growing up. And where exactly were you now?

"Can you at least try to help me move my stuff inside?" You drop your bags at the door, stretching your arms out.

"Lemme think about it." He closes his eyes for a second, letting out a deep breath. "No."

That's right. You were stuck with him. Choi Seungcheol. The bane of your existence.

That motherfucker.

His majesty was sitting comfortably on the couch, a cup of boba in his hand. Oh, how you wish you could just reach out there and squeeze it to make it explode in his face. Instead, you huff. You turned away and stomped your way down to the elevator to get the rest of your luggage. Muttering to yourself, you hauled the last of your luggage in, just wanting to collapse onto your bed for the day having barely gotten any rest the previous day.

You were expecting your best friend, Jiwoo, to greet you at the door. You were expecting her to greet you with that enthusiastic squeal when she sees you. You were expecting her to give you a warm hug that would last probably longer than 5 minutes. Alas, the universe decided to be rude to you and give you your worst nightmare.

Seungcheol stares as you drag your bags and feet to the nearest room, raising an eyebrow when he thinks he heard you utter his name. He did not help whatsoever. Asshole. Once you get to your room, you don't even bother cleaning up and unpacking. You sank to the floor with a loud whine, not caring at all if Seungcheol could hear you from outside.

You were so excited to live out your college dream. Going to the library, going to parties you know Jiwoo would drag you to, midnight talks with your roommate, binging series you’ve been eyeing for a while. The universe just really had to ruin it for you by placing him as your roommate. You didn’t even know he was enrolled in Hybe University. It seemed like he didn’t know either. You recall the shocked look on his face when he opened the door.

“You’re my roommate?!” You both exclaim in unison.

You feel your lifespan shorten by 30 years when it fully sinks in that you’re stuck with him for a full school year. If it wasn’t enough that the bags you carried were heavy, the ones under your eyes felt even heavier. Seungcheol frowns.

“You look like shit,” he states, taking a long sip out of his cup.

You manage to send your iciest glare at him, chucking the heavy luggage inside to make him  move. “No shit, Sherlock-”

“The name’s Seungcheol.”

You ignore him. “I just drove a fucking half hour just to get here.”

You kick the bag, moving it to a corner then go to get a smaller one waiting by the door. Seungcheol moves out of your way, walking back to the couch. “Don’t fucking test me, Choi.”

He puts one of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. You sigh, closing the door behind you to get the rest of your things.

You let out a groan, deciding to unpack your things a little later. Eyeing your bed, you get up to move to your bed. You easily drift off into sleep. You would’ve loved to say it was dreamless but you actually quite enjoyed the chaos of it all. You awoke at 2 in the morning, lost and confused. You frown at your waste of half the day yesterday, smacking random items in your room to figure out where you had placed your phone.

Once you located it, the screen lit up your face - blinding you a little in the process. Jiwoo had excitedly messaged you. Well, excited was an understatement when she sent you 102 messages in the span of one hour and 17 missed calls for the rest of the time you were unconscious on your bed.

Your stomach growls, shocking you. “Yeah, I should get some food then start unpacking. Probably message her back as well…” you mutter to the air, dusting off your jeans as you finish up the process of fully moving into your new home for the next school year.

You sigh, “Fuck, this is going to be a long year.”

You bury your head in the reference book that you picked out to help with your assignment. It wasn’t doing it’s job of helping. You shifted in your seat. With a groan, you lean back in your seat, not understanding any of the material so far. Jiwoo pats your back encouragingly, nuzzling her cheek on your shoulder.

"There, there," she says, running a hand through your hair. "Hold on, I'll just return this book because it didn't have what I was looking for."

With a solemn nod, Jiwoo rises from her seat. She skips away with the book in your hands leaving you suffering all alone. You mentally slap yourself for sulking when it's literally only the second month of college. Living in the dorms has not been any easier ever since you arrived. Seungcheol took any opportunity to get a rise out of you and you would bite back with just as much sass.

It was like a competition between you both. Over what exactly? No one could really tell. Jiwoo came over often so she's very much used to seeing the two of you bicker like little children out of the smallest things. This was the reason as to why she dragged you out of the dorm.

"Come on, ever since you've arrived, you're either staying in your room or going to that boba place!" Jiwoo was tugging you by your wrist while you used your other hand to cling onto your bedpost. "You need to live! To breathe!"

"I do that just fine over here!" you complain.

Then, it was just a competition of whining. Jiwoo won that one easily. Her bright, sparkling puppy eyes were too much to resist. You sighed. You were too soft for Jiwoo sometimes. You mumble, cursing the professors for giving a bunch of work already. It was to the point that you could barely keep track of any of your subjects anymore.

You stare at your laptop screen, a half blank essay staring back at you with a menacing aura. You turn your head. An open textbook sat atop several other books of the same subject stared at you too. You could hear it calling for you, yelling at you to study for the test next week. With a silent cry, you drop your head down onto the table. You hear a snicker from behind you. One that you've heard way too many times that you didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Hello to you too, Choi." You let out a tired sigh, head rising from the table.

"You look pitiful like that," he comments, eyeing the multitude of books surrounding your laptop. "You need any help?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Do you need help?"

"The Choi Seungcheol is offering me help?"

"Ah, good, so your ears can work," he gives you that shit eating grin that you just want to punch off his face. You can already feel the fire burning inside just ready to burst. You feel like a boiling kettle to say the least. It's his turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Well?"

"No way," you huff like a child, turning your back on him.

He sat across from you. It really just had to be the only fucking unoccupied seat left. You mentally cursed all the students who came to the library. Then you felt bad and instead cursed Seungcheol who just had to come to the library when you were at the peak of the stress rollercoaster, just ready to dive into the depths of despair and bad grades.

Your eyes flutter back and forth between the laptop, the books and Seungcheol himself. With a defeated sigh, you turn the laptop so the screen could face him. "Please."

That same grin never left his face, he tauntingly cups a hand around his ear. "What's that? I can't hear you."

"Old man," you retort with a snicker. Just as he was going to open his mouth to protest, you repeat yourself a little louder. "Please help me with this damn assignment so I can finish it already."

"That's more like it." He pulls out the chair next to you, pushing away the books to help you.

You would never admit it out loud but you were actually grateful that Seungcheol had offered his help. With every small pointer he gave you, you were able to fly through all of your workload like a breeze. He even lent you his notes for that test you were so worried about. You leaned back, tipping your head back as the most relieved sigh anyone could muster slipped past your lips.

“What? No ‘Thank you’?” he asked, a small pout on his lips.

“I didn’t kill you. Is that enough?” He rolls his eyes at you, returning to his own seat. Guilt started to take form in the pit of your stomach. You sighed. “I gotta go. Thanks. I’ll see you at the dorm.”

You didn’t see it. He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge it; the heat rising up and painting his cheeks pink from when you sent him that small smile before leaving. Seungcheol mentally slapped himself, shaking his head and trying to focus on his own essay he put off while helping you. Safe to say, he never really did finish that stupid essay.

"Joo, do I have to go?" you complained, tugging your shirt downwards. It's a little too much for your taste.

"You deserve it, babe," Jiwoo replied. "You got good grades after studying for so long! Loosen up a little! Please?"

You give her a skeptical look.

"Just this once?" She gives you her best puppy dog eyes that shimmered under the light of her dorm room. She puts up a finger and juts out her bottom lip in a pout, ultimately stealing your heart with how cute she is. "For me?"

"Ugh, fine. You're too cute not to."

"Yay!" she wraps her arms around you and gives you a light kiss on your cheek, dragging you out of her dorm and to her car.

She drove you to the party, that sweet smile never leaving her face. She talked about a blend of many topics she was interested in. You heard her mention something about talking to that girl in her class. You only stared out the window, humming in response as you dreaded arriving at the party.

Alcohol. It reeked of alcohol. You just arrived but there were already so many people that just smelled like sweat and whatever was served in the kitchen. Jiwoo took you to the dance floor, which was clearly just the living room of the house with the couches pushed to the side so there's space. She introduced you to a couple of her friends. You give them a small wave. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and have a conversation this close to the speakers.

After just a few minutes of walking in, you already lost Jiwoo. She was probably just with one of her friends. Come to think of it, she was clinging on to one of them really tightly and just being very clingy. But she was almost always like that with anyone. You brush it off your mind, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"They look pretty," Seokmin stated, sipping from his cup and making a slight face at the bitterness. "Wait... Is that Y/n?"

Seungcheol's ears seem to perk up at the mention of your name. He turns to the direction his friend was staring at, seeing you hover over the kitchen island with a drink in your hand. You looked bored. A little lonely too. He deduced that your friend had left you to fend for yourself. He snickers to himself.

"Oh yeah, I think that is," Jeonghan was suddenly by his side, eyeing Seungcheol for his reaction. Seungcheol pulls a face.

"What are you looking at?" he sneers.

"Don't you think they're pretty, Cheollie?" Jeonghan giggled, obviously already a little tipsy. Seungcheol scowls. An old conversation flashed by his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

You raise an eyebrow. "And why do you care about where I'm going?"

"Because I'm your roommate? What if something happens to you?"

"Awh, does Seungcheollie actually care about me?" You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, I- Wait..." He takes in the outfit you decided to wear, and breathes in the scent of that perfume you always wear on special occasions. "Don't tell me... You're going out with that guy again, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, adjusting the straps of your shoes with a groan. "So?"

"Are you that blind that I have to fucking tell you? He's not good for you!"

"Why do you give a damn about who I go out with? Why would I give a damn about who you think I should go out with?"

"That's not the point- Stop going out with him!"

"What are you? My dad? Fuck off, Cheol."

"That guy is not good for you." He crosses his arms against his chest. "Hell, even I would be better for you and I'm your enemy."

“Yeah, you’re my enemy. That doesn’t explain why you’re butting into my love life like this. Literally, just fuck off!” you exclaim, losing your cool with a stomp of your foot.

You fall silent. He falls silent. Seungcheol is worried for that second that passes. He didn’t know why. The silence was uncomfortable. It was like the chill of realizing there’s a spider in the shower with you. He felt chills run down his spine. He didn’t even know why.

You say nothing more, picking up your purse. The silence was odd. It was new. Especially to the both of you. Seungcheol was just about to speak up again, voicing his opposition to you going out with the sketchy guy you met when you walked out and slammed the door on him.

His mouth hung ajar, disbelief spread all over his features. He scoffs, “Ugh, whatever.”

He turns to look at you again. You were by the dance floor now, the neon lights surrounding you. He always thought you were pretty whenever you two wouldn't be bickering until the day's end. Seeing you next to the lights, seeing you like this, it made his heart race a little. He blames it on the alcohol.

Seungcheol ignores the way the rest of his friends start teasing him. It was mostly Joshua and Jeonghan ganging up on him but it was teasing nonetheless. He rolled his eyes, shoving them off him when Jeonghan started giggling a little too close to his face. Sure, he thinks you look pretty, and sure, he doesn't deny that he did find you attractive when he first met you after the summer. That doesn't matter, though, right? Right?

So, what was this feeling festering in his heart when he saw another guy walk up to you and ask you for a dance?

Seungcheol watches as the anonymous guy takes your hand and graciously leads you to the dance floor. His friends would be dramatic and say that he glared daggers at the dude. To be fair, he was. Seungcheol wasn't going to admit to that, however. He crushes his cup in his hand, startling the rest of his group but leading to only more teasing from all of them. With a roll of his eyes, he decides to shift his attention elsewhere.

Your weight shifts from one foot to the other. Maybe situating yourself near the dance floor wasn't the best idea you ever got but you needed to search for Jiwoo in the sea of sweaty, horny, drunk people. What better option than to sit right next to the speaker? You mentally facepalm yourself when the neon lights blinded you from identifying anyone. You blink once. Twice.

Who is this stranger in front of you?

Alarms blare in your head, telling you to get away. Your grip tightens on your cup, anxiety filling your stomach. He notices your worried expression and immediately flashes a smile. "You don't come here often, do you? I'm Eungwang."

He extends a hand out to you, asking you to join him on the dance floor. You shyly follow him, his hand never leaving yours. He twirls you around, telling you to smile a little bit and relax. You could feel all eyes on you, the blinding neon lights and booming music slowly becoming unbearable with each passing second.

"You okay?" You nearly didn't hear Eungwang calling out your name. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" You did your best to shake your head no, breath stuck in your throat.

A worried look passes his eyes, the corners of his lips turning downwards. It was becoming too much. You knew you shouldn't have come to this party. Jiwoo just had to bring you along. Jiwoo... You still haven't found her. The pounding in your heart and ears were getting worse, getting louder. You twist your head, trying your best to scan the crowd for a glimpse of your best friend.

"Get your hands off of her," a more familiar voice speaks up. With wide eyes, you see Seungcheol with his hand on Eungwang's shoulder.

Without an answer, Seungcheol rips him away from you and grabs your wrist to pull you into a more open space. It was weird. You always thought Seungcheol's hands would be rough, yet his touch felt so light. It felt like feathers. It was almost as if he was afraid to break you in your state. If you weren't too occupied with panicking, maybe you would've been trying to fight your way out of his grip.

You hadn't even noticed. Within minutes, the two of you were seated in the front lawn. The cool air brushed your cheeks, slowly pulling you out of your trance. Seungcheol tosses you a water bottle which you catch with trembling fingers. You take a sip and let out a breath. With pursed lips, you turn to look at him.

"Sorry.”

"What for?"

"I probably ruined the mood, right?"

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands in his jacket pocket. "Whatever. The party was shit anyway. We should get you back to the dorm."

"But Jiwoo--"

"Your friend will be fine." He tosses his jacket to you. "Wear that. It's cold."

"I will not."

"Suits you." He snatches it out of your hands almost immediately. "Don't come crying to me when you get a cold."

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

You're sick.

You don't know if it's fate trying to trick you or something. Whatever it was, it definitely isn't funny. Thank goodness, it was still the weekend. You definitely would have lost it if you got sick in the middle of the week. Good news was Jiwoo got back to her own dorm safely because her roommates dragged her back. That made you feel a little better.

Swaddled in your blanket, you begin your travel to the faraway land of the living room where you met your roommate looking at you amusedly. You sent him the best glare you could muster with a bit of snot dripping down your face. He only snickered.

"I told you, you should've worn-"

"Shut it. I'd rather be sick than wear that sweaty jacket of yours."

"Oi!" He stands up, pointing at you who was rummaging through the fridge. "I'll have you know my jacket isn't at all sweaty and gross! I wash it often!"

You let out a snicker, taking some leftovers out of the fridge and shutting it close with your hips. Seungcheol drops his plate in the sink. He stares at you for a fleeting moment; your hair was a mess and there was a bit of snot running down your nose. Nonetheless, you were wrapped up tightly in your blanket that reached the floor. You peek your head to see what's playing on the TV when you see a familiar character.

"You watch...Link Clink?" You sniffle slightly, bringing your blanket back up to rest on your shoulders.

"Oh? You know this show?" Cute. He shakes the thought out of his head immediately.

"Yeah...It was on my watch list." You didn't think that he'd watch something like that. "Not like you need to know."

He rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your last comment. "You wanna watch it together sometime?"

What in the fuck? You don't know if it was your cold, if it was just the air conditioning or literal chills went down your spine at his offer. Maybe it was just the first option. Caught off guard, you stare at him. His eyebrow was raised at you while waiting for your response.

"Uhm...yeah, sure... why not?"

"Oh, yeah." He opens up a cabinet, your curious eyes following his form as he searches through the cupboard. He pulls out a green plastic and hands it over to you. "I figured you would get sick, so I bought some stuff this morning that could probably help."

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You weren't too sure but you thought you saw him blush a little. Perhaps it was your brain playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, despite being your enemy, he was nice enough to buy you something. Though, it really was just a small cold.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your trance. "Get some rest. Jiwoo will probably drop by here later."

"Yeah, okay."

“You’re telling me he took care of you while you were sick?”

“And you’re telling me you didn’t threaten him at all to take care of me while I was sick?”

Jiwoo takes a long sip of her bubble tea, taking her time to chew the pearls while you wait for an answer. She simply shakes her head no. You sigh.

“It’s not like he, like, took care of me. It was more of, like, he just made living together less of a living hell, I guess,” you state, taking your own sip of your tea.

“Less? What do you mean?”

“I mean, he still teased and taunted me. Like, he kept bringing his friends over. You know how loud all of them could get. Finished a bunch of my snacks even though they had my name on it. He broke my third favorite mug, too. One time, he placed my shit on top of the cabinet when he knew I couldn’t really reach it.”

You almost let out a laugh when you remember it.

“Awh, you need me in your life after all."

"Shut up, I can replace you with a step ladder."

"Too bad you won't. You love me too much."

You hadn’t even noticed the rosy pink that started to bloom on your cheeks and creep up to your ears. Jiwoo did, however, and would not let you live. Her eyes grew wide, dramatically placing her cup down. She shook you. A big grin was plastered on her face once you turned to look at her.

“Oh my goodness, it all makes sense now,” she cheered, enthusiastically shaking you around like a maraca. “You guys have been talking a lot lately… When I visited there was no sign of chaos anywhere.... And you were just giggling!”

“Giggling?”

“Giggling, Y/n, giggling! You!” she squeals. “Oh my god, you’re blushing! They’re blushing! Don’t tell me… you actually like him, do you?”

You let out a snort. “Me? Like him? Jiwoo, love, he makes my college life a lot less bearable. My petty ass won’t even let that go by, either. There’s no way I like that asshole.”

Okay, maybe you liked him a little bit.

It would be hard not to like a guy who stops in the middle of a walk just to pet some dogs he saw on the way. It would be hard to ignore the way he smiles whenever you see him with his friends. It was most definitely hard to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing at all when your drunk roommate, also known as your enemy, snuggled closer to you on your way to the couch.

“Seungcheol.” A groan. Try again.

“Seungcheol.” Same response. What is this bitch on?

“Choi Seungcheol.” A loud whine escapes his lips. “How much did you drink? You reek.”

“Just a lil’ bit,” he hiccuped, swaying back and forth on his feet. “We were having so much fun I didn’t even notice the time!”

You softly threw him onto the couch as he started to flail his arms. You rush to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He throws his arms around the pillows and tightly squeezes them as he starts babbling nonsense you couldn’t quite make out. You hear something along the lines of peaches, weird foods they tried, and someone jumping into the pool. You smiled. They always were such a rowdy bunch. All 13 of them. You would know. They trashed your room once and ate your leftover ice cream.

“You look pretty.” You snorted, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You look just like my roomie, you know. They’re like-” A hiccup interrupts him. “They’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” he slurred.

“Oh? Is that so?” You make him sit up properly and hand the cup over to him. “Here, drink some of this.”

He gulps down the water. “You're really kind, too! Ah, just like Y/n~ But they have a little- no, no- a huge temper.” Oh, wow. The audacity. He giggles and you suppress the urge to smile. Failing, you laugh along with him, shaking your head.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you ass,” you say, slinging an arm around him to try and get him up. “Why are you so damn heavy?”

“Because of my love~ for Y/n~!”

“Why are you cheesy when you’re drunk-”

You finally arrive at his room, which took a lot longer than expected because of dragging a very intoxicated Seungcheol around who would not stop trying to cuddle you. You struggle to open his door, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, you let him crawl onto his own bed, turning around to leave.”

“Get some sleep.”

A hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from leaving. He pulls you closer. You lose your balance. Oh look, now you're on top of him. You hold your breath. You try to push yourself away from him but to no avail. You were trapped.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” He croaked out, quickly leaning up to peck you on the lips.

“You kissed?!”

“Shh! Joo, not so loud!” Your eyes darted around the area, several heads turned to look your and Jiwoo’s way. “Everyone’s looking at us. I don’t even know what to say, Joo. I haven’t seen him at all for the past few days.” “You haven’t seen him or you’re avoiding him?” She raised a skeptical brow at you, popping some food in her mouth. She points one of her chopsticks at you with a big grin that makes you want to hide in a hole and never come out. “I think… you’re just avoiding him.”

“Well, what are you supposed to do when-” you lower your volume, casting your eyes to the ground. “I’m not finishing that sentence. Argh!” You hide your face in your hands, Jiwoo’s thrilled laughter coming from beside you.

You spent the following week trying to evade Seungcheol’s presence. You’ve been getting out of the dorm far earlier than you used to and he could never catch you anywhere. He seemed more than eager to talk to you nowadays, usually looking for you in the hallways or trying to spot a glimpse of you in your favorite spots. The library, the boba place, outside your classes. Nothing. It always seemed like you were one step faster than he was, one second too late for him.

He went around the campus grounds one last time. He even asked his friends if he’s seen you to which they replied with skeptical looks for fair reasons. He even tried to ask your friend, Jiwoo, to no avail. He retreats back to the dorm in defeat. His shoulders slumped over as he fished the keys out of his pocket. The door clicks and he becomes visibly confused. He still has his keys in his hand. The door opens wide and Seungcheol yelps, faced with none other than the roommate he was looking for.

Without thinking, he grabs a hold of your wrist as you go to shut the door on him. You snap yourself out of your thoughts from that night. "You're coming with me."

"What the fuck?" You tug your wrist back. His grip only tightens. "Yah! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I'm going to miss the next episode of-"

"Mmm, don't really care."

"Tch." You look down, suddenly ashamed of your get-up. He opens his car door for you. "Did Jiwoo put you up to this?"

Seungcheol smiles. Your heart... Did it skip a beat? Woah. Maybe he actually doesn't look too bad when he's not being a dick to you. Maybe he actually, dare you say it, looks cute when the two of you aren't at each other's throats every 5 seconds. You reluctantly get in, buckling your seatbelt while you wait for him to start up the car.

You look out the window, appreciating the beauty of the night. It's serene. It was still pretty bright with all the lights and buildings yet it looked beautiful. You opted not to speak to Seungcheol for the rest of the drive. You still didn't even know why he dragged you out of your room. You don't even know why you actually got in his car.

Realization hits you.

You're in his car. Seungcheol's car. You willingly got into Seungcheol's car. A small gasp leaves your lips, calling his attention.

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him. "Uh, no... No, I'm fine." The car suddenly holts, snapping you out of your daze. 7/11. Your eyebrows furrow. What?

"You dragged me out of my room... to go to 7/11? This late at night?" you asked, disbelief laced in your tone. He only chuckles at you, getting out of the car while leaving you bewildered and still strapped to your seat.

"Technically, it's like morning but sure." You unbuckle the seatbelt and step out, the cold breeze hitting your skin. Right, you still looked like a mess in the middle of a crisis. "I owe you ice cream since Soonyoung couldn't control himself the other day."

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious of why he decided to be nice to you today. Before you could open your mouth to speak, he interrupts you, "This is just so you won't bitch about your lost ice cream."

"Hey!" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He picks up a few items and checks them out, you follow behind him like a lost puppy. "I thought we were just getting ice cream... why are you-"

"Can you just enjoy this quiet we have right now?" That made you shut up for the rest of the night. Not really. You started complaining about the cold a few minutes later while he laughed at your misery.

"Your fault for not bringing a coat, idiot."

"You fuckin- You dragged me out here!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "The audacity of this bitch, I swear."

Now sitting outside the 7/11, you rub your arms in a feeble attempt to warm yourself up. Not much luck. He slams a cup of instant ramen in front of you. You jumped slightly at the noise and he sent you a sheepish grin. "Enjoy, loser." You stick your tongue out at him yet pick up the cup nonetheless.

A sizzle breaks the silence between the both of you. He has a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he teases you with the sight of the can of beer. He tosses one in your direction. You caught it, thankfully. You take a sip after opening it, letting out a content sigh. You searched your brain for something to say to fill the silence. It wasn't exactly everyday you get to sit quietly under the night sky on a school night with your worst enemy.

“I...uh... also wanted to apologize if I weirded you out while I was shit-faced drunk that one time. I didn’t- the words… they just slipped out,” he says.

“That’s it?” you ask. “You don’t remember anything else?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I don’t remember anything other than babbling nonsense. Why? Did I do something?” Your cheeks flare up, memories flooding back in that you’ve tried so hard to avoid. He stops and looks at you, noticing how you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Your eyes were trained on something else, your cheeks burning crimson. He blinks once, twice, trying to recollect the events of that night. All he remembers was you pissed and greeting him at the door, muttering some embarrassing shit, and being dropped onto his bed. Everything else was a blur.

“We should… Let’s get going. It’s getting really late,” you say, turning your head so you’d stop staring. The two of you finish up your ramen and drinks, heading back to Seungcheol’s car after discarding the trash.

On the way home, he recalls a few memories. The day you first met, the time you embarrassed him in front of the whole 8th grade, the time he gave you an oreo cookie filled with toothpaste. A good trip down memory lane later, the two of you were laughing obnoxiously in the wee hours of the morning. The laughter dies down as Seungcheol unlocks your dorm door.

“Come to think of it, why are we enemies again? We didn’t really do too much to hate each other,” you say, removing your shoes by the door.

“Do we hate each other?” You shrug. He laughs. “Why don’t we start over then? We’re not too different, apparently.”

“Yeah. Sure, why not?”

He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Seungcheol.”

You gaze lingers on it for a few seconds. You never thought you’d be doing this ever. You look up at him and back at his hand. There’s a chance you’ll regret your next move but you doubt you will.

With a simple, soft kiss, everything felt like it changed yet stayed the same. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a simple gift from the universe as a sorry for everything the two of you went through together. Seungcheol was frozen in his spot, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pulled you closer. His memories start getting clearer. He slowly pieces together what happened that night. You pull away with a grin, completely red in the face.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Seungcheol’s worst nightmare.”

“Is that what I get for making you suffer in silence when I couldn’t remember anything?”

“Oh, so you remember now? Damn, you really are old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“To answer your question, yes. Yes, it is.”

For the second time that night, you kissed.