#and then the fucking weekend before EVERYONE other than me and above guy cancels and i just can't keep doing this

[reginaofdoctorwho]

god really loves kicking a bitch while she's down huh?

[totiredtowrite]

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

[laurenairay]

Happy Early Birthday!! I think you should do blurb #7 for Fred, #11 for Skinny and/or #5 for Rig :) But those are just the vibes I get. I love your writing for them!

Thanks for requesting this one, anon! I’ve been on a real Big Rig kick lately, so I hope you enjoy this! 

Tagging @texanstarslove @danglesnipecelly @tippedbykreider @princessphilly because you guys put him on my mind this week with all that thirsting. This is not thirsty in the slightest...but oh well!

“You win, happy?”

*

Another day, another long shift. You groaned when your knees creaked as you stood up out of your car, more than ready to collapse in bed already. It had been a long day. A long week. Hell, it had been a long year. Locking the car, you shook out your stiff limbs before heading into your apartment building. One good thing about paying for an apartment you could only just about afford was the security of the building, the solidness of the electrics and plumbing…that at least kept any extra costs down. The peace of having an apartment all to yourself helped too.

Because sometimes all you needed after a long day of work was the peace and quiet of your own space. Not that you didn’t try to make time for your friends – you did when you could. And of course, you were friendly with a few of your neighbours too, always chatting and catching up where you could. It was a good situation. Not an amazing one, sure – but maybe one day. For now, this was good. It worked. Just about.

As you reached your floor, stepping out of the elevator, you almost crashed into a human wall. Speaking of friendly neighbours…

“Hey, Jamie, sorry about that,” you laughed, side-stepping out of his way.

He just waved his hand to dismiss the apology, letting the elevator doors close and move on, making you smile. Jamie Oleksiak, your neighbour three doors down, super sweet and always ready to lend a hand with anything you needed. One of the only people in your life that had seen you at your lowest points, the times when you were most exhausted. One of the only people that always asked, and genuinely too, about how you were doing. The fact that he was built like a tree and had the face of an angel was just a bonus.

“Hey, I’m just heading out to grab some food with some friends – did you want to join us?” he asked hopefully.

As sweet as that offer was…

“I literally just finished work – maybe another time? All I want to do right now is sleep, sorry,” you said, shaking your head.

“Damn, you worked overtime again?” he winced.

“Gotta get that money somehow,” you shrugged, smiling wryly.

“But like…”

He trailed off, grimacing, sending a sour note through your body. Was he really judging you right now? Sure, you worked long hard hours and had the tiniest apartment in the block…but seriously?

Jamie saw the unimpressed look on your face and winced again.

“I didn’t mean anything bad. It’s just…you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” he sighed.

“What, working? Working to keep a roof above my head?”

Jamie pursed his lips, clearly not happy with your sharp tone. “Working yourself to the bone. When was the last time you didn’t take an overtime shift, hm? When was the last time you actually took time to yourself?”

You laughed, bitterly, shaking your head. Like he would ever be able to understand.

“Jamie I don’t have time for this, I-”

“You never have time!” he retorted, cutting you off mid-sentence.

And that was it, you were done.

“You win, happy? Yes, I’m fucking exhausted. Yes, I wish I could sack it all off and just vegetate on my couch for a whole weekend. But I can’t, Jamie. I have bills to pay, work to do, food to put on my plate, rent to cover. I know you have more money that sense, but I don’t,”

Okay, that was mean. You didn’t mean that. He was a good guy, you knew that.

Jamie flinched back like you’d slapped him, forehead creasing with hurt. “That’s not fair,” he murmured, “I’d give you all the money you needed if you even let me,”

You groaned, tilting your head back as you closed your eyes briefly.

“That’s so not the point, Jamie. You’re missing the entire point. I work to survive, that’s literally all I can do. I don’t have any other choice,” you sighed.

“So that’s it? I just get to watch you work yourself into an early grave?” he scowled.

“No-one said you had to watch,” you shot back.

Because fuck him for judging you.

But Jamie shook his head, laughing shortly, eyes shining with a fire than made you swallow heavily.

“No, no-one did say I had to. I choose to be your friend, to have you in my life, because you’re an amazing person. You’re caring, and sweet, and you put everyone before yourself. Even when Mrs Kramer’s dog is yapping at all hours of the night or the Dane twins are being little shits. But there’s only so long you can go on like this before you break down. You can’t keep going on like this,”

The sadness in his voice, true heartbreaking sadness, made a lump rise in your throat and tears spring to your eyes. You knew he was right. There always was a breaking point, a stage someone would get to before they couldn’t carry on anymore. You’d seen it in so many people…and you knew he was right, that you would get there too. But what could you do?

“I don’t know what I can do, Jamie. I don’t have much of a choice,” you murmured.

Jamie stepped closer towards you, hands coming to rest on your shoulders, the warmth comforting and strong.

“Let me help you,” he said firmly.

“Jamie…” you sighed.

But he just shook his head, smiling. “Let me help you, at least with the little things? Like, cancel your Netflix subscription and use my account. That’ll save you at least a bit of gas money for your travel to work. And let me put you on my grocery delivery service. That’ll save you money and the hours after work that you can use to relax a little more,”

You swallowed heavily, looking away from the intensity of his gaze. It was too much. His generosity was far too much.

“I can’t, that’s too much,” you said shakily.

“It really isn’t,” he replied firmly, making you look up at him again, “You’re my friend and I can’t bear to see you suffering when I can help,”

Then he broke off, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, as if he was nervous. What was he nervous about?

“I…I care about you. So much. I just want to help you where I know I can. I want to see you smile again,”

Your breath caught in your throat at the look in his eyes, so genuine and warm and…something else you couldn’t put a finger on.

“I…”

“Please say yes?” he asked.

The hope in his eyes made your stomach fill with traitorous butterflies, and you knew you were done for. He really had won.

“Okay,”

“Okay?” he grinned.

“Okay. But if you’re paying for the groceries then I’m going to cook for the two of us at least once a week, when you’re not away on a roadtrip,” you said firmly.

Because if you could do something to gain back some dignity, then you absolutely would.

But that look was back in Jamie’s eyes, the one you couldn’t identify, and it made your heart beat a little faster. No, not the time.

“Alright, that sounds good to me. Any excuse to spend more time with you,” he said, smiling softly.

You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile. Now really wasn’t the time.

“I’d better go. But I’ll talk to you soon?” you said, trying to keep your cool.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll call you to sort out details, yeah?” he said, that beautiful smile still in place.

You just nodded, smiling back at him as he pressed the button for the elevator, before walking quickly towards your apartment. Your head was spinning at the events of the last 5 minutes, barely able to comprehend what you’d just agreed to, but as you opened your front door and looked back down the corridor, you spotted Jamie still looking at you. He grinned, sending a wink your way, before he stepped in the elevator out of sight. You felt your cheeks heat up with warmth and you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath as you walked into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind you. This was not how you had expected your day to end up, not in the slightest. And you knew that there was only more to come, at least where Jamie was involved.

[troubatrain]

four times matthew was a fuckboy + one time he wasn’t

a/n: a repost from my old blog!

I.

You didn’t hate Matthew Tkachuk. Hate is a strong word and you were too polite to hate anyone. But you definitely weren’t keen on the new company your friend had been keeping since she started seeing Matthew’s teammate, Noah. You were just different. You liked safety and rules, and Matthew put most of his energy into breaking every rule possible. He was a rat, and he didn’t give a damn who knew. You were a romantic, and you’d watch Matthew take a different girl home frequently, and you could only imagine what he was like on the road. He was a straight up fuckboy, and you’d just prefer to be as far away from him as possible. Besides the strong differences between each other, you really didn’t hate him - until, maybe, right now.

“I would never date Y/N,” Matthew scoffs at your best friend, Hannah, “She’s got a stick up her ass, all the time.” “I don’t have a stick up my ass Matthew,” You bark back, “You’re just a shitty person, and I don’t want to date you either.”

“Why? Am I not your type?” Matthew snarks back, “I’m everyone’s type.”

“No Matthew, egotistical professional athletes who don’t know anything besides hit and skate aren’t my type,” You say, “Hold an intellectual conversation with anyone and I’ll be impressed.”

“You know what, forget I mentioned it,” Hannah tries to interfere, but the way Matthew’s blue eyes were narrowed at you, his nostrils flaring out just a little bit meant it was too late and you were well on your way to spending the rest of the night arguing with Matthew.

“I don’t need to hold bullshit intellectual conversations to get laid Y/N,” Matthew grumbles, “I’m sure that’s only what terrible guys you probably date do.”

“I don’t date terrible guys,” You defend, but deep down, he was actually right about that. You were nearing the end of six months of being single since your last relationship ended and dating wasn’t going - well.

“Oh, I forgot, you probably only date boring guys,” Matthew huffs, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find someone who isn’t boring.”

Matthew stomps away, looking back to give you one more smirk that made your skin crawl. You couldn’t stand his smug smile, or the fact that he constantly gave you grief for being a good person. Or the time he accused  you of thinking you were better than everyone because you were smarter than them. 

“I can’t believe there was a point in my life where I thought you guys could be friends,” Noah says, shaking his head at the verbal battle you and Matthew just had, “I thought I could set you guys up - to date.”

“Why do you all think that?” You ask, looking at your friend and her boyfriend with actual concern.

“I don’t know, you’re sweet and nice and he’s not,” Noah shrugs, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Yeah, like imagine if you were the one to tame him,” Hannah says, wrapping her arm around her boyfriend's bicep while he pressed a kiss to her head - a reminder that you didn’t have that. Your eyes move to Matthew at the bar, while a girl was under his arm in less than five minutes.

“I don’t think anyone’s taming that monster,” You say, pointing to the man in question.

II.

When the weekend finally came around, you found yourself in the same situation you were in the week before. Matthew gave you daggers across the table while Noah and Hannah tried to convince the two of you to put your differences aside and be friends. Except, you didn’t want to be friends with Matthew, because you knew exactly how he treated his “friends”. In the past week alone, you’d watched him while he escaped a morning after with someone who happened to live in your building. You had the worst morning of your life when you stepped on the elevator only to meet with the face of the devil himself. You halted, stepping into the elevator and shaking your head at Matthew - asking him if he was leaving or your worst nightmare of him moving into your building was happening. He told you he was escaping from a booty call, his words not yours, and then joked about moving in just to bother you. You started bickering in the elevator, and then it made you late for work. That snowballed into missing an important meeting and you were cursing Matthew internally for the rest of the day.

“I just don’t understand why you both keep pushing this,” you shout, gesturing between Matthew and yourself, “We are not friends.”

“Yeah, she’s right,” Matthew agrees, for the first time since you’d been introduced to each other.

“Why is that the only thing you’ve ever agreed on?” Hannah asks, looking sincerely concerned at the two of you.

“Because his opinions on everything else are terrible,” You say, walking over to the bar to go get yourself a drink. You can feel a large presence behind you and you turn around to be met with Matthew’s smug smile again, “You can’t just leave me alone.”

“I’m getting another drink, not everything is about you,” Matthew remarks, flagging down the bartender far easier than you could have. He orders you both a drink, and you decide to just take it - too tired to argue. While you were waiting you scanned the bar, only to spot your ex boyfriend across the bar.

“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing Matthew’s attention.

“God what did I do now?” Matthew groans, and then he follows your eyes, “Do you know that guy?”

“Uh, yeah, he’s my ex,” You say, dropping your drink, “Can you tell Hannah I left.”

“Wait no-,” Matthew says, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him, “I’m going to leave after this, I’ll take an Uber with you.”

“Are you going to drop me off then go hook up with whoever lives in my building?” You ask, crossing your arms and looking at him.

“I’m going to get you home safely and whether or not I leave the building is none of your business,” Matthew argues back, his eyes flickering up to look behind you and a protective arm snakes around your waist.

“Is that Y/N?” You hear your ex’s familiar voice, and suddenly Matthew’s arm made more sense.

“Oh, Alex, hi,” You say, trying to ignore the burning sensation you felt under Matthew’s touch, but your anxiety about seeing your ex disappeared almost immediately, like with Matthew there nothing could hurt you.

“How are you?” Alex asks, “Is this your boyfriend? I didn’t think you’d move on after me.”

“Yeah,” Matthew cuts you off before you could deny it, “We were just heading out, you know we’ve got plans for the night.”

Matthew gave Alex a wink and a look that said not to fuck with him and grabbed your hand, pulling you out the bar. A part of you was pissed, like he’d just told your ex boyfriend that not only were you dating you were leaving your night out early to fuck. But a part you didn’t care about it, Alex was the worst, and even in that second he reminded you why you broke up in the first place, because he never stopped talking down to you.

“I can’t believe you dated someone who talks to you like that,” Matthew says, pulling out his phone to call an Uber, “Your taste in men is terrible.”

“Well he thinks I’m dating you, so my taste is terrible,” You say, sliding into the car once Matthew opens the door for you.

Matthew slides into the other side of the car, getting your Uber driving and asking him how his night is before turning to you, “Do you really think I’m that awful?”

Okay, yes, it was sweet that he protected you. Yes, it felt nice to have his arm around your waist. Yes, it was great to have your ex think you’re currently seeing a member of the Flames. Yes, it was nice that he’s taking you home. And yes, the way he spoke to the Uber driver when you got in was actually more polite than you assumed he was to strangers. But, none of that meant he was a decent human being - at least not to you.

“I mean you’ve never given me a reason to think otherwise,” You say, shrugging.

“I’ll give you a reason,” You heard him mutter, but his face said he didn’t want to talk about it, so you let it go until you rode up the elevator to your floor in silence.

“Hey Matthew,” You say, voice small, “Thanks for getting me home, and for before, I owe you one.”

“I don’t think you want to be indebted to me,” Matthew says, his signature smirk gracing his face.

“One favor, nothing sexual,” You wave your finger at him while the elevator closes, sending him to whoever he was meeting on a floor above you.

III. 

You were swearing off men. That was it. You were sitting in a restaurant in the city, in a dress that made you look straight up hot, across from someone who made Matthew look like a saint. Paul was a friend of one of your coworkers, who raved about her friend who was intelligent and kind. Intelligent, yes definitely. But kind? At the moment that seemed far fetched. He’d spent the entire dinner talking about himself, and when you finally got to talk about yourself, he was just condescending and rude. You’d suffered through dinner, declining his invitation home. You heard his hollers about much of a tease and how uptight you were. You walked home, on a mission to get home and pretend this date never happened. Then you’d pass a bar you’d been to with Hannah a few times and decide to stop in - in need of a well deserved drink.

“There’s no way you should be here alone, dressed like that,” You can hear a familiar voice behind you and you turn around to meet Matthew’s face who was currently checking out your ass while you leaned against the bar. 

“You’re not in charge of me,” You bark back, sipping on the drink you’d gotten, “What are you doing here?”

“I was supposed to meet Noah out for a drink, but he canceled on me when I walked in,” Matthew says, “Why are you here?”

“I was on a date,” You frown.

You really, really, really, didn’t want to admit to Matthew that you’d had a bad date. You were pretty sure he got laid more than anyone you knew and there was no way he wasn’t going to make fun of you for having a terrible date.

“Was it that bad?” Matthew asks, “Or are your standards just way too high?”

“There’s nothing wrong with having standards for yourself, you should try it sometime,” You defend, “But, he spent the entire date talking about himself.”

You bite your lip, looking at Matthew in front of you. Sometimes, when the light caught him just right and he wasn’t being a total douche you could be reminded why he was such a fuckboy in the first place, he was cute as hell. You hated how attracted you were to him sometimes, especially after the way he had protected you from Alex the other night. He didn’t know why you didn’t want to see him, but he was there regardless.

“You should stay,” You declare, biting your lip and looking at Matthew.

You swore there was a twinkle in his eye, he grabbed himself a drink and hopped onto a barstool while you sat next to him. It started with small talk, you confessing that you were sure Hannah made Noah stay in because she told you he wasn’t spending enough time with her. To which Matthew said that was the exact reason he didn’t do relationships. Then you moved to bickering about how you loved the idea of love and the fact that Matthew turned himself off to it actually made you sad.

“You just need to see it from my perspective,” Matthew tries to explain, “No one sees past all of this NHL bullshit anyways, so, I’m just taking advantage of it. Admit it, you thought I was a dick when before you met me?”

“You are a dick,” You joke, “But yes, I may have passed judgement, that doesn’t mean everyone else thinks that.”

“Trust me, they do,” Matthew takes a sip of his beer, “Girls, fans, even my family sometimes, they just can’t see past the whole rat thing.”

You bite your tongue from telling him that if he stopped playing like a rat, people probably wouldn’t say that. Mainly because he was playing in the NHL and I’m sure your opinion on his play didn’t matter much. But also because whatever he was telling you sounded like something he didn’t talk about very much, it intrigued you. You don’t talk much about it further, a couple of people who were fans coming over and insisting you took shots with them. A few rounds of drinks later, you were drunk and Matthew’s hand had found a permanent place on your lower back.

“Ready to go?” Matthew asks, a chill running up your spine when he whispered in your ear.

Maybe you were lonely. Maybe you’d had too much to drink. Maybe you’d found the one part vulnerable part of Matthew and it made you soft. But something possessed to look him in the eyes and demand he took you home. And after asking you four times if you were sure, you were on your way to Matthew’s apartment with him, his lips on yours.

IV.

You slipped out of Matthew’s apartment after that night long before he woke up. Your walk of shame took you back to your apartment and that was that. You’d only seen Matthew once since, and while you were sitting next to Hannah in the stands at the Saddledome, he’d sent you over a wink and you thanked your lucky stars that Hannah wasn’t paying attention. You knew Matthew wasn’t going to let your moment of weakness be forgotten, you just hoped he didn’t embarrass you. You shook your head at the thought, which had been taking up your brain for most of the week. Your thoughts were broken by a heavy knock on the door, and you opened to reveal the person who’d been taking up most of your thoughts.

“What are you doing here?”  You ask, but you knew the answer was whichever one of his girlfriends, and you meant it to be plural, lived in your building.

“I was on my way to see someone but I thought I’d stop by,” Matthew smirks at you, “I have a favor to cash in.”

“I told you nothing sexual,” You counter back, despite the fact that you’d been under just a few nights ago.

“As much as I want to relive the events of the other night,” Matthew says, looking your body up and down, “I need an actual favor.”

“What?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“I need you to be my date to this event the Flames are doing,” Matthew sighs, as if he really didn’t want to ask.

“I’m sure there’s a line of girls who want to do that,” You say, wondering why Matthew needs you to go.

“I need to bring someone I can trust not to embarass me,” Matthew grumbles, “You’re smart, and you can hold a conversation with a bunch of our front office guys.”

“You want me to go and make you good?” You ask, trying to get exactly what he was asking you to do.

“Yes,” Matthew says, “I need you to make me look good. Can you do it?”

You should have said no. You should have said no. But, you said yes. You knew it was a bad idea, but the bright smile that graced Matthew’s face when you said yes almost made you forget that he was headed up to a booty call when he left your apartment. Something you realized he could only get away with.

--

Matthew wasn’t a bad date. He’d gotten to your apartment on time. Fed you with way too many compliments while his hand was rested on your thigh on the ride to the hotel ballroom the gala was at. Now, his hand had found its place on your back, while you wooed his coach into thinking Matthew was a decent human being. Really you should have paid overtime for how good you were doing. You’d met the entire Flames front office, charming each of them into thinking their player wasn’t sleeping around when he most definitely was.

You finally pull away from the conversation, latching on Hannah once she was finally in reach.

“You’re working like doubletime,” Hannah jokes, “How’d he convince you to do this?”

“He didn’t tell you what happened?” You ask, assuming his big mouth spilled the beans to Noah, at the very least.

“He never said anything,” Noah shrugs.

“I ran into my ex, and he pretended to be my boyfriend so he’d go away,” You admit, “Then he took me home and I told him I owe him one.”

“See? I knew he wasn’t all bad,” Hannah muses. You thought about what Matthew had said that night you slept together, about how people had presumptions about him he could never change so it didn’t matter. You’d actually thought about it frequently since, and it really made your heart ache for him. It bothered him, it had to.

“He’s not all bad,” You admit, outloud, really just so you could convince Hannah not to pass judgement on him without telling her what he’d told you.

“Hey, we can head out if you want?” Matthew asks, coming behind you. You nod, excited to be going home at a decent hour after a long week of work.

You were silent for the entire car ride home, your eyes constantly on Matthew for the entire ride.

“Would you stop staring at me?” Matthew asks, his eyes not leaving the road, but somehow his hand found your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“Do you think you’re a bad person?” You ask, it was something you couldn’t stop thinking about. You didn’t understand Matthew, you didn’t think anyone actually did, but you wanted to figure him out so badly.

“Is this about what I said the other night? It wasn’t that deep Y/N,” Matthew sighs, “I’m not that deep.”

“Do you think that or have you been told that?” You ask, and you knew you were getting somewhere because you could feel his hand tense up.

“Are you always this annoying?” Matthew deflects.

“No,” You sigh, “It’s just, Hannah said something about you not being all bad and it bothered me.”

“A little criticism isn’t going to hurt me,” Matthew says, throwing his car into park so he could walk you to your door, “I’m not really a good guy either.”

You pout, leaning against the elevator. You were close to getting him to just open to you. His walls were tall and they were definitely thick but you might have been slowly chipping away at him.

“Thank you for doing this tonight, it meant a lot to me,” Matthew says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck while you stood in your doorway. A part you wanted to pull him inside by his collar and have your way with him, but you knew once was one thing but twice was going to be another. You bite your lip, debating it for a second, “Thinking about inviting me inside.”

“How did you-?” You start to ask before Matthew immediately cuts you off.

“You’re practically eye-fucking me,” Matthew jokes, “You won’t invite me inside though, because you know if you sleep with me twice you won’t be able to stop.”

You jaw drops, because he was right, “That’s hardly true.”

“I can read you Y/N, you’re like an open book,” Matthew smirks, “For the record, I don’t know if I’d be able to shake you either if we did this again.”

With that sentiment Matthew was headed down the hallway, turning just one more time before he hit the elevator button.

“Matthew?” You call out, “Are you going up or down?”

The question was burning. You just wanted to know why he was frequenting your building. Whoever was up there and why she could get Matthew to keep coming back. You were a little jealous, that he’d rejected you to go see her.

“That’s none of your business,” Matthew muses, giving you a wink and stepping into the elevator.

You were annoyed, and you thought about walking back outside to see if Matthew’s car was still there. That would make you a crazy person so you laid in bed while it ate you alive. That was, until you’d received a text from Matthew of his bedroom, and a sly comment about how you might have recognized his place. While it was smug and irritating, it did make you happy that he was home and he was alone.

plus one

You felt like an idiot. You stood at the bar next to Hannah, listening to her rant and rave about something Noah did while you watched Matthew flirt with some girl by the bar. You didn’t know why you thought maybe he could turn over a new leaf. That maybe you were getting somewhere with him. But, everything went out the window the second your eyes were on him. You decided he was dead to you, he had to be. You excuse yourself from Hannah, giving Matthew one more look before stomping out of the bar. You could hear his shouts behind you while you walked down the street, your apartment too far to walk but if you stopped you’d be forced to speak to him.

“Y/N! Where are you even going?” Matthew finally catches up to you, and you curse your shorter legs for stopping you from outrunning him.

“Away from you,” You say, “You can go back to your little friend, that’s your life Matthew, I get that now.”

“Come back to my place, I need to talk to you,” Matthew pleads, and you knew you were only a block away from his place. You sigh, nodding and following him down the street.

Matthew’s apartment felt different than it did the night you’d slept together. You were tossing off your clothes in a drunken haze and you never realized how empty his place felt. It was cold, and in some serious need a curtain and throw pillow. It was a metaphor for the current state of it’s resident. 

“Okay talk,” You cross your arms, “Explain to me how you do this to every girl, make them think there’s a part of you that’s decent to only be an asshole to them in the end.”

“I’ve never told anyone what I told you,” Matthew confesses, “I thought, maybe, you’d be into me. Then I realized if you were, I was only going to hurt you. You don’t deserve that, so if I push you away, you’ll be happy.”

“Clearly, I’m not happy,” You say, pointing to the frown that was very present on your face, “Listen, I like you, I don’t know why or how you crawled into my life but I want to be with you - the real you. I want that vulnerable man that told me he thought everyone judged him. I want you to prove to me you are that man.”

“I can do that,” Matthew nods, his hands resting on your cheeks. He captures your lips in his for the most tender kiss you’d been given. It was full of love, and full of feeling.

“I want you to prove it,” You say when you finally pull away, your forehead resting on his.

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

27. Harry's dance partner

Prompt used- pulling the other one towards them | Harry and Draco take Dance lessons for the famous ball| this took me almost 3 hours, it's pretty long | thanks for all the love |

" honey, i know this invitation is important but my training right now is more important, i hope you understand harry. Please do take these lessons though, you really do suck. I'll try to come up " and with that ginny flooed for her practices,

" well i guess, i'll be on my own then " harry mumbled to himself as he dropped the leaflet on thr counter of the kitchen.

But harry was more afraid to go alone than doing the dance itself, the fact that he'd have to position his hand in the invisible air or dance with somebody else scared him, even if it actually wasn't scary at all. He could've asked ron to come with but with hermioone being his fiance now, he knew ron was much less likely to fuck up. That left him standing in front of the muggle dance studio, alone.

" um, excuse me i signed up lessons under the name of harry potter and ginny weasley, unfortunately my partner can't come, so i was wondering if you could cancel my registrations ' harry asked the boy sitting behind the counter

" may i ask why ?" the boy grinned

" there's some personal complications " harry replied fidgeting his fingers over his jacket's zipper.

" well, if that's the case . I can cancel the registrations-"

" thank you -"

" - but you won't be refunded " the boy added

" oh "

" do you still want me to cancel ?" the boy asked. Harry pondered on for a moment

" these are not that bad you know and there's plenty of available dance partners " the boy said as he read harry's face

" well- if thats- fine i'll do these classes " harry sighed giving up, not that he had much to do at weekends at home.

" well there you go then, that would be room 3 "the boy grinned. Harry exhaled before he made his way towards room no. 3 and softly opened it to see a  bunch of people standing in couple and some talking in groups.

Harry oozed his way into the room and kept his jacket on the open shelf in the back of the room and rubbed his palms together in sheer nervousness.

" nervous ?" suddenly someone asked

" uh- yeah a little " harry replied to the girl who was keeping her bag in the shelf

" first timer ?" she asked with a smile

" yeah " harry answered, maybe he could ask her to be his partner but he obviously didn't wanted to seem too eager.

" it can be a little overwhelming at first but you'll settle in fine " she grinned

" i hope so "

" so who's your partner then ?" she asked placing her hands over her hips

" actually- " but he was cut off by the door opening and who seemed like an instructor walked in,

"alright everyone, i'm sarah and there's nothing more you need to know. lets begin with warm ups then " harry raised an eyebrow before he followed her command and repeated everything that everyone else did. It was a bit troublesome at first but once he got the hang of what everyone else was doing, his nervousness seemed to diminish, only until sarah spoke up again.

" okay, everyone line with partners now and we'll begin where we left off last time " sarah said in her normal raspy voice and everyone lined up except harry. He by now simply wanted to die out of second hand embarrassment as his cheeks tint up with a pink shade

And just then as if somebody controlling him from up above wasn't ready for him to die just yet made the door jerk open

" shit- sorry, i'm late " the guy almost tripped over his own shoe lace before he stumbled back to see everyone staring at him. Unfortunately because of crowding harry couldn't see who it was until the crowd had cleared up a bit and the guy walked to the back of the class.

" draco ?" harry gasped as soon as he laid his eyes upon the boy.

The guy seemed to hear harry's voice and immediately his eyes followed the propagation of sound, it was indeed him.

" enough, back to class " sarah rolled her eyes at everyone and the everybody hustled back into their positions.

" what are you doing here ?" draco whispered as he settled his jacket and shoes on the shelf in the back.

" training for ballet " harry rolled his eyes. Draco almost laughed out loud if it wasn't for harry nudging him not to.

" you two in the back, enough chit chat, partner up " sarah shouted at them. They both stared at her as if not believing with what she had said but if glares could kill, they'd be dead and they hustled together in strange union,

" now try to hear the rhythm of the song, the beats, the harmonies and let it flow in you. Let it take over your body, your soul, let it dance. Dance isn't just something you can do like cooking, its an art, if done wrong, would be a disaster, but if done right it'd be like van gogh's painting " sarah said as she moved through the class

" van who ?" draco whispered to harry

" van gogh, he was a really famous muggle artist " harry whispered back

They soon got carried into listening to sarah and everything was fine until they actually had to take positions

" i'm not going to be the follower " draco harshly whispered to harry

" well i am not going to be the follower either, you be it " harry whispered back.

" why should i be the follower ?" draco asked agressively whispering

" why should i ?" harry asked in the same tone as draco's

" would you two shut up, you tall one, be the lead and you be the follower " sarah ordered as she passed by them. Draco teased harry by sticking his tongue out to him. Rolling his eyes harry and him adjusted into the position, harry's hand resting over draco's waist and draco's hand resting over harry's shoulder and waist.

And as the song started playing, they fell into a pattern of harry stepping over draco's feets, draco harshly stumbling over harry and swearing at each other for being stupid.

" we must be looking daft " harry sighed as he carefully watched his feet

" ow, look up you idiot " draco bashed as Harry's head hit his chin

" well i can't look up and not step on your feet at the same time " harry mumbled

closing his eyes for a moment, draco sighed "okay, just look up at me, alright. We just need better coordination, that's all. You just keep looking up but be careful of how far your feets are from mine, just - well - just loosen up, you're too tensed "

harry blinked at draco " how do you know this ?"

" i've been taking these for a week now " draco truthfully said.

" so should i assume i'd see you at the ball ?" harry asked

" probably " draco hesistated

" why isn't your partner with you ?' draco asked before harry could reply

" yeah- ginny had to go for practices " harry replied looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact

" what about you?" he asked

" i don't have a date for the ball yet but i'm hoping to find one soon " draco answered

" how have you been practicing then ?" harry asked curiously as he let his body move unconsciously

" well I had a partner from other class until she sprained herself 2 days ago, so " Draco shrugged.

" so this will be it for today. Great work everybody. Some of you still need to work a lot on coordination of your body work but with practice you'll all be fine. Off you go then. Bye bye " Sarah announced.

" she reminds me of Ms. McGonagall " Draco Whispered to harry.

Chuckling Harry nodded" she was a feared woman "

And soon everyone started to depart the class.

" hey,Draco wanna catch a cup of coffee ? I know the best barista here ?" Harry asked casually.

Draco frowned in confusion for a moment

" only if you want. No pressure. I need caffeine, this was a bit stressing and I've got a stuff to get back to to and coffee,-"

" sure harry " Draco cut him off smiling.

Harry bobbed his head forward and collected his things.

" never thought I'd actually meet Draco malfoy at a Muggle dance studio taking lessons " Harry teased as they walked out of the doors

" you tell this to someone else and I'll cut your dick off " Draco threatened friendly

" sure malfoy-"

" Draco" he corrected

Harry blinked at him, taking a moment to understand why he corrected " of course "

And then they headed for coffee.

Within the next few days it became a ritual, dance classes, teasing, coffee. It didn't even take them time to become friend's and forget why had they hated each other in the first place. Harry would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being with Draco, he enjoyed it very much that he wanted to spend more of his time with him than anyone else. There was a strange understanding between them , a strange bond that felt as if they had known each other their whole life and it wasn't even surprising how easily they got along with each other.

And as time went on Ginny got more busy with practices and spent lesser time with Harry. In normal situation Harry would've hated how he felt to be left out but this time he had someone else to look forward to. For the first time he wasn't alone while Ginny was gone and he much appreciated it. He didn't felt as alone as he once had but it had resulted in huge amount of anxiety with different sort of insecurity, as though how he felt around Draco. He had never cheated on Ginny and he wouldn't do now but there was something with Draco,a spark that had long died with Ginny and him. But he assured himself everyday that It was just exciting to be with someone new after a long time.

And this assurance worked until one day when Ginny had returned from practices early and had agreed to go to the dance lesson with him.

" oh " Harry sounded disappointed

" I mean we paid for it, makes sense I should at least take one of the class " Ginny crossed her arms in front of her

" right- I hear you but I- I hurt myself " Harry suddenly said

" what ?" Ginny frowned

" I have a little twitch on my ankle from last practice. I didn't tell you Because I didn't wanted you to worry. I think it'd be better if we laid it off for today. We can go again someday " Harry said biting the inside of his cheeks

Ginny frowned at him until she sighed and dropped wanting to enquire him " well if it's bad, just tell me-"

" it's fine Ginny. Just a little twitch. Just don't wanna take risk. Know what, we should just rest today, watch a movie or something, order in tonight, how does that sound ?" Harry asked her eagerly

She sighed " well we both have been working off pretty hard the last few days and barely spent time together, so it doesn't seem such a bad idea "

" great, you select the movie, I'll get Blankets and something to eat " Harry kissed her cheek and immediately ran to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he pressed his back against the door and huffed, rubbing his hand over his face. He was disgusted In himself to know he had lied to Ginny when he could've easily asked her to come with, he didn't know why but he just did and he hated himself for lying to her. Not thinking much over it, Harry collected the blankets and stopped on his way to get things to eat and joined Ginny in the living room.

" you okay ?" He asked as he settled next to her. Broken out of her mind whirling thoughts, she grinned and nodded.

Halfway through the movie Harry knew what Ginny felt but he didn't say anything else. He didn't wanted to hurt her but had obliviously ended upon the path.

They didn't talk about anything but quidditch and his job until the day of the ball. Harry felt strange the whole day, as if the whole vibe was off, something was lingering heavily in the air but he was too afraid to ask anything. So they silently got ready and left for the ball.

The ball was extravagant with hundreds of witches and wizards, friends, families, children, everyone. It was a beautiful palace with light's hanging up in the air, elves on the door to welcome everyone, and beautiful entrance decorated with all sorts of flowers. It sure was a huge, expensive and friendly ball yet all harry felt was a strange feeling pulling him down that wasn't sadness.

" it's beautiful " Ginny said as they walked into the palace. Harry hummed in reply with a small smile.

Everything was nicely dealt with, people, food, speeches. The last thing was dance. And harry was scared to death about it. He hadn't danced with Ginny once and was sure to fuck it up and at this moment he only wished to meet the silver blonde head to seek assurance, to talk him through it.

" you seem lost Harry " Ginny finally said as they were stood against the bar.

" feel a little upset is all. You enjoying yourself ?" Harry asked

" yeah, the place is great. This dress however is extremely uncomfortable " Ginny rolled her eyes at her dress. Harry chuckled at his girlfriend's reaction, probably for the first time in a few days.

" shall we dance ?" Ginny asked soon after. Hesitantly, Harry nodded.

They stepped in the dance area with everyone else and bought themselves into position. Harry placed one of his hand over the small of her back and pulled her closer and other hand rested on her shoulder. Accordingly Ginny rested her hands over Harry.

And despite the fact that his beautiful, understanding, elegant girlfriend danced with him, his eyes only searched the room for his dance partner. He searched and searched until he felt Ginny place her head against Harry's chest.

" everything fine ?" He finally asked concerned.

She hummed in response but Harry knew better, she wasn't.

" Ginny, tell me " harry put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look upto him.

" do you love me Harry ?" Ginny finally asked as tears sparkled in her life eyes

" of course " Harry immediately replied

" no, Harry, do you really, really love me ? " Ginny asked again. Harry stared at her for a long moment, his movements dead. He wanted to tell her yes but his mouth had shut down, his brain had shut down, only his heart told him to follow the line of honesty.

" thought so " she said as she leaned again to hug him.

" is there someone else?" She whispered in his ear

" no, Gin, you know I'd never cheat on you. I'd never do that to you " Harry immediately replied.

" that's good to know " she sniffed against his shoulder. Harry shuddered a breath before he broke the hug and pulled her away from the crowd to the empty courtyard.

" I love you Ginny, I do -"

" just not the same way anymore?" She asked

Harry remained silent, did he ? He didn't know.

" do you still love me the same way Gin ?" Harry finally asked her.

And then they fell into silence, soft music pouring through their moment, the intensity of the melody changing with the way their conversation had taken a turn, the softness in the jazz with the deeper sound of piano, the song sounded softer.

" tell me ? Do you love me the same way you loved me when we first moved into the city or the same way you said you loved me on our first Christmas together or the first time you stayed over at my place ?" Harry asked her following his heart.

" I- Harry- the spark can't always stay alive " Ginny lightly protested

" is it so or this is just a way of consoling ourselves another year into thinking that we are meant to be together when you and I both know that we aren't " Harry softly said.

" so what, we just give up ?" Ginny snapped lightly. Harry's eyes softened and approached her further.

" do you think it's fair to both of us to tie ourselves into something like this ? Even if we continue on Ginny, you know where it'll end, I know you do. You saw it the day I lied to you. You know me better than anyone Ginny, you know you do, you just didn't-"

" wanted to believe it's true " Ginny huffed.

Harry took her hands in his own gently and kissed her knuckles

" it's not your fault alone, it's me too. Maybe if I hadn't been so busy with my DMLE investigations or if I had quit when I should've or if I had spent more time asking you what you like than telling you about my auror meetings, maybe we wouldn't had to face this day " Harry told her.

She looked at him longingly, knowing he was right " maybe if I hadn't spent so much time with my friends the field or in quidditch or talked more about us than matches, we'd had been fine " she sighed.

"so ?" Harry finally asked her after moments of steep silence.

" I can't believe we're ending this here, I mean out of all the nights, although a fancy place to break up " Ginny smirked. Harry chuckled.

He hugged her soothingly, kissing the top her head " I know Ginny, I know. We'll figure it out " Harry assured her. She hummed in the hug until finally she let go.

" I'll collect my things-"

" you keep the flat, I still have grimauld place. We don't have to deal with his right now. Let's just, maybe go and enjoy ourselves in there like friends " Harry told her.

" we would, if there wasn't Someone I know you have to meet. He's there " Ginny pointed behind him. Confused Harry followed her sight. Draco.

" how do you-"

" just like you said,I know you better than anyone else- I'll be fine. Go. I Want you to " Ginny assured him with a small smile.

" you sure you're fine?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows, concerned.

" trust me on day I'll be happy to have let you go. Now go, don't make him wait " Ginny smiled and pushed him back and started taking her steps back. Harry knew what she was doing but he knew Ginny, she wouldn't tell him how hurt she was, if it meant Harry could have something. And before Harry could've said anything else, she apparated away with a smile as if she had faded into the air.

Harry stood there watching the spot where she left off from as if he still hadn't processed what had happened but he had ultimately accept, Ginny was gone.

Harry finally turned around with a strange sadness, seeing Draco sitting there alone.

" where's your date ? " Harry asked as he walked over to Draco. It all seemed too fast, too fast yet everything so slow. Draco looked up to find Harry coming and sitting next to him .

" I never had a date in the first place " Draco truthfully replied.

" but you-"

" my dance partner was Astoria, she- she broke off with me during the first week of lesson's but I- well I was waiting one day she'd come back. The day I was late, I was actually not going to come but then I had came and met you and just like that you became a reason for me to attend those lessons. It all seems so fucked up, I mean I just had a break up few days before and then you, it all happened too fast but we-"

" we just clicked " Harry finished

" yeah" Draco agreed looking at him.

" you were waiting for her to show up tonight, weren't you ?" Harry asked

" yeah " Draco Answered as his lips pressed in a thin line.

" well " harry finally sighed after long moments of silence " we practiced the hell off with Sarah, we can't let that go to waste. So , Draco malfoy, dance with me " Harry said as he stood up and offered his hand

" but you- Ginny ?" Draco frowned

" we just broke up " Harry replied. Draco sympathetically stared at him until Harry jerked his hand forward for him to take and finally Draco did take it.

Taking the lead Draco pulled harry closer towards him until they were few inches apart.

" are we moving on too fast ?" Harry asked thoughtfully

" what if we're moving too slow ? Years late ?" Draco asked. Harry forced himself to look up at him, his body unconsciously dancing around Draco. That was the difference, he knew what he was doing with Ginny but right now, he seemed to flow into the music, he didn't need to know what he was doing, he Just knew.

" you've-?" But harry stopped

" people like us don't belong together Harry. I've liked you for ages but I had prepared myself ages ago for this to not happen but now that it is, I Don't-"

" don't want it to stop?" Harry asked

" yeah " Draco replied as he bored his eyes into that of Harry's.

Harry stared at him for longer than he thought he knew until they head heard fireworks go off, breaking them out of their trance.

" what now ?" Harry asked finally

" we finally be ourselves " Draco replied and another firework went off.

This is more platonic than romantic but I just needed somewhere Harry and Draco develops into something.

Requests open .

Day 26- after all this time, always the same |

Day 28- I'll catch you

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Emergency! Part 2

Part 2 – Accidents

Summary: Dean and Cas of Squad 51 discover Dr. Kline involved in a car accident. The car accident killed another driver involved, but orphans the daughter. The Reader has to cancel her and Dean’s date night for her to go into work. Squad 51 is on the rescue again, a house fire. The night begins to calm down, Dean is off finally and heads to the reader’s house for much needed R n R.

Warnings: Smut (P in V, Protected and Unprotected sex (always use a condom)), Language, Dirty talk, Car accidents, scary situations, mild angst, fluff

Word Count: 1,925

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a/n: The timing of these is not a daily event, it can bee weeks/months apart. Sadly, I’m jumping it ahead, I just don’t know how far ahead. Joys of me being creative.

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They sat on his couch, starting out watching Netflix. Then it turned into a make out session.

Their lips danced with one another, their tongues gliding across one another.

Her hands guided down his chest and stomach.

The mere contact caused a moan to escape his throat to which she swallowed down.

They pulled away finally for air, their lips plump and swollen.

“If we keep this up, I’m not gonna last.”

“Neither am I, Dean. I’m getting to the point I want you in me, and fuck me so hard…”

His lips crashed into hers once again, only kissing her harshly quick. He pulled away.

“Keep talking dirty like that sweetheart, and maybe I will.” He growled.

“Fuck me Dean, I want you in me, now.”

He picked her up, kissing her again. Her legs wrapped around his middle as he carried her to his room.

“As you wish sweetheart.” He says between kisses.

 Jack Kline, one of Rampart Emergency hospital’s youngest doctors. He does specialize in surgeries, baby deliveries, and even orthopedics. He does a little of everything at the hospital.

He drove down a residential street to get to work. He approached a four way stop. The intersection was pretty empty. He was the only one there. He looked both ways, despite cars parked on the curbs, and the summer season with the trees low branches fully bloomed of vibrant green leaves, he could see no car coming down from either direction. Determining it clear, he slowly accelerates. Only to be hit on the passenger side, the impact hard enough to knock him out.

 Dean slowly pulled out of her, her legs trembling from the sheer force of her climax slowly calming down.

“You okay sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Oh yeah. More than okay.” She hums.

He smiles, and works out of the used condom to throw it away.

He heard her phone vibrate on the nightstand next to them.

She groaned.

“I got it for you.” He says. Getting up to get it. He hit answer.

“Y/N Y/L/N’s phone, Dean speaking.” He answered.

“Hi, my name is Dr. Singer, tell Ms. Y/L/N we need her to come in if possible.”

“Sure thing, I’ll let her know.”

The phone call ended quickly.

“Work?” she asked.

“Yeah, Dr. Singer, they need you to come in.”

“He didn’t say why?”

“No, because I’m not you.”

“Well, I’ll shower really quick and then I better go.”

 She gone into work, heading for Bobby’s office.

“What’s up Bobby?” she asked walking in.

“I called you in here because, one someone called in and two…Jack was involved in a car accident.”

“How is he?”

“Just some bumps, bruises, minor cuts. Nothing major. But the other car, the driver died on the scene, and orphaned a seven-year-old girl.”

“Does he know?”

“He doesn’t. I almost don’t want to tell him because he will beat himself up over it.”

“We all beat ourselves up over loss. It’s normal. But he needs to know the accident wasn’t his fault. My brother’s a cop, he said the accident wasn’t his fault. That driver ran a stop sign and caused a chain reaction.”

“Still, you know how Dr. Kline can be.”

She nods.

“Now, your just doing Nurse Ruby’s 6am-6pm shift. She was scheduled to be in the ICU working the Eastern halls, you better head up there.”

“Will do, see you later.”

Bobby waves her off with a kind smile.

 Back at Station 51 the very next day, Dean came in at his usual time. So far a quiet morning.

“So how are you settling at the new place Cas?”

“It’s great, closer to the station, it has extra room. My neighbors are pretty friendly. One of them, Meg, she happens to work with Y/N at the hospital.”

“Wow, small world.”

“Yeah. How about you? How’d your date with Y/N go last night?”

“She had to go into work, a nurse called in. She called me on her break letting me know that. But the date went well.”

“Think there’ll be another date for you guys?”

“She and I are planning on seeing a movie tomorrow night since I’m off two days.”

“You two, I swear are meant to be.”

“We’ve only had two dates Cas, slow down.” Dean chuckled.

The stations alarm going off.

“Station 51, Squad 51, Station 64 Squad 64, and station 72, structure fire. 623 North Lions street.” Said over the alarm’s intercom.

“Here we go, another one.” Cas says, jumping into action, running to the squad truck.

“Another one.” Dean says. Getting in the driver seat roaring the engine to life and everyone in the station left to the location.

 “Jack, it was not your fault.” Bobby tried to soothe the young doctor.

“But a girl is orphaned because of me.”

“Because of her dad driving recklessly. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Y/N pitched in. “My brother said he ran a stop sign according to eyewitnesses in the area. He was speeding, and ran a stop sign.”

“We can fix wounds as if they were nothing. But how can we fix this? How can I fix this?”

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Bobby groaned.

“Not until I know someone can take care of this girl.”

“I’ll go make calls, you go home Kline, you need to rest.” Bobby insisted firmly.

“But—”

“Jack, go home. We got this.” Y/N says.

“Fine, just, call me. Keep me in the loop. Please.”

“We will, no go home and rest man.” Y/N says as Bobby left the office.

Jack left with a slump in his shoulders, as he walked back out of the hospital to take a cab home.

“Who told him? I knew this would happen if he found out.” Bobby asked.

“Think it was Abaddon. Don’t think she was thinking it through, as always.”

“How’d she find out in the first place?”

“She stood outside your office when I saw you the other day. My guess she overheard.”

“I’m gonna have a talk with her, she needs to watch it, or it could lead to major HIPPA Violations.”

“Alright, well, my shift is technically over, and my three day weekend starts. Need me for anything before I go?”

“No, go home, rest up. have a great weekend.”

“Bye Bobby, see you Monday.”

But she couldn’t make it out the door fast enough when a squad brought in a familiar face.

“Cas?!”

“We had a fire, a back draft shot him across the property.”

“What are his vitals?” she asked, kicking back into nurse mode.

“BP 130 over 85, breathing labored and shallow,” Dean began reading off of his chart. “Head injury sustained, pupils uneven and dilated.”

The emergency medical staff managed to cut Cas out of his clothes. And she saw a bruise right around his ribs.

“Possible broken ribs, get him x-rayed, and lets get other scans to find any bleeding. Especially of his head. Stat, go.” Y/N ordered.

The medical team taking Cas to radiology to get scans necessary to find anything else wrong so they can work on fixing him up.

Y/N turned her attention to Dean.

“Dean, are you okay?”

“He knocked me out of the way, Gabe opened a door, we thought the fire was under control. And he knocked me out of the way just as the backdraft happened.”

“Dean, he’s fine. Just banged up. It could have been worse, but it’s not. He’s fine.”

“Son,” John says, tearing the couple’s attention.

He saw Dean’s distraught expression as his son turned to face him.

“Y/N, can you take him home. I can have Michael drive the squad back to the station. But I don’t want him alone tonight.”

She nods. “I can do that Mr. Winchester.”

“Please, call me John. And thank you.”

She managed to guide Dean to her car, and she drove them to Dean’s house.

 “Jack, I have good news.” Bobby says.

“What’s that?”

“That girl, she has an aunt that lives up north. She’s coming down to pick up her niece. She got full custody of her yesterday.”

“That’s good, at least she has family to take care of her.”

“It is.”

“’Scuse me.” A sweet girl’s voice was heard behind the doctors.

“Hi sweetie, how are you doing?”

“Good, I heard I’m gonna live with my aunt. I’m just so happy and I just want to say thank you.”

“Thank you? Really?” Jack asked.

“Yes, my dad wasn’t a good dad. He was mad at me for getting an D on my report card, he hit me a few times and we were going home.”

“Did everyone in your family know your dad abused you like that?”

“Yes, my aunt always threatened to take me away from daddy if he hit me again or hurt me again.”

“Then I’m glad to know you’re going to be safe from here on out.” Jack says with a smile.

The girl smiles back and gives the young doctor a hug.

“Thank you again doctor.” She says sweetly.

“It’s no problem sweetheart.”

 Just as Y/N and Dean turned in for the night, Dean lied down flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Dean,” she says quietly. “You okay?”

“That could have been me.” He says just above a whisper.

“But it wasn’t, and you know he’s going to be fine. Meg updated me and Cas is going to be okay.”

He nods.

She turned towards Dean, kissing him on his cheek, then down to his jaw line.

He closed his eyes to her giving him this attention.

Just as her lips pulled away, he turned his head to her meeting her lips with his in a sweet kiss.

Their lips moved in perfect sync with each other.

Dean moved, hovering over her, his hips between her legs, humping against her clothed core. Pulling a moan out of her.

“I need you sweetheart.” He says quietly.

“I’m here baby, you’ll always have me.” She says, bringing him down to kiss her more, deepening the kiss.

He worked his boxers off of him, she also worked out of her panties.

He lined at her entrance, and gave her a glance.

“I’m on the pill, you’re good.”

He slowly pushed the head of his half hard cock through her soaking folds until he was fully seated in her.

Their lips meet again in a loving kiss as they slowly moved against each other. His hips guiding him out slightly with each thrust. Hitting her sweet spot with calculated and angled thrusts.

She met up with his slow pace, a thin sheen of sweat building on both of their faces and bodies.

His pace began to speed up just as his breathing picked up as well.

Her hips were beginning to jump out of rhythm.

Their lips pulled away, but only slightly, just ghosting over the surface as their breathing began to pick up faster.

“Dean,” she whined.

“I’m almost there, I got you baby girl.”

With three more thrusts her walls clamped down hard around him, milking him of his release. Their thrusts slowing, getting them through their high.

His hips came to a stop, still fully seating in her as he rested on his elbows, brushing her hair from her sweaty face.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m so good, you?”

“Better, now that I’m with you.”

“Get some rest Winchester, I’m not going anywhere.” She says, holding him close. Feeling him relax in her hold as they cuddled.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Dean.”

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[drunkdyslexic]

Emotions

Summary - Thomas and Reader have been on a few dates but what happens when Karl and Reader find out some news about Thomas.

A constant repeated notification songs comes from Thomas's phone. Everyone in the tent keep looking around at him. 

"Dude your phone is going of like a fireworks display/" Chace states looking at Thomas sitting beside him. 

"Yeah its rather annoying can you turn it on silent." Laz remarks not looking up from wat he was reading. 

"Or off." Karl interrupts. Thomas laughs switching his phone to vibration. His phone buzzes vibrating on the table. 

"Dude." Chace says more aggressively. 

"Sorry." Thomas switches his phone too silent. 

"What is it a group chat or something?" Tony speaks up intrigued by the constant notification. 

"Well kind of." Thomas states. 

"It's several people messaging me. They know I'm on my break, so my phone goes wild."

"Several people?" Laz asks. 

"Well, woman." Thomas states with an arrogant smile. 

"Wait a minute i thought you were dating y/n?" Jack asks. As much confused as the rest of the men at the table. 

"Well kind of..." Thoams says.

"Go on." Chace says. Thomas sniggers, noticing  everyone at his table staring at him waiting for him to explain. 

"I've got to keep my options open,  don't I?" He asks, hoping one of the guys takes his side.

"Does y/n know you are meeting other women." Karl snarls.

'No. I mean I don't.... I don't care." He states looking down at his phone. Tony tilts his head trying to understand the man sitting in front of  him. 

"What do you mean you don't care? Do you not respect her?." Chace asks. 

"No I do. She's just a little weird. Thomas explains putting his phone face down. 

"Weird how/" Karl asks?

"Lik sex wise?" Tony asks excitedly. Everyone glances at Tony annoyed about his question.

"Really?" Karl stares at Tony. 

"What everyone was thinking it. I was only taking one from the team and asked." Tony explains.

"No! You know that's the weird thing. We've not had sex." Thomas states. Everyone relaxes a bit more. 

"She's probably not as desperate the 'other woman."' Karl remarks. Staring dead at Thomas.

"Aswell, she's weird in general." 

"How?" Jack asks.

"She's got like movie and TV memorabilia all around her apartment. Also, she has an unhealthy collection of (your favourite inspirational person) ." Thomas lists. 

"So why are you still seeing her if you don't like her that much." Jack asks. 

"Cause I want to get a taste of her." Thomas states smiling 

"Oh I've had enough of this." Laz states standing up and leaving the tent. Everyone watches him leave. 

"You mean..." Tony starts.

"We all know what he means. You don't need to clarify." Karl snaps shaking his head at Tony. Tony hold his hands up leaning back in his chair. 

"I highly doubt you will get that far with y/n." Karl tells Thomas. 

"I like the chase." Thomas states smiling at Karl. Karl's getting angry by the minute. 

"Also I don't believe she's as good as a director as everyone thinks she is. Men have always been supreme when it comes to directing." Thomas announces. 

"Oh my god." Chace remarks shaking his head. Everyone noy able to look at Thoams now. 

"You're a fucking Cunt!" Karl says aggressively staring at Thoams. Everyone is taken aback by Karl's comment. 

"Oh thank you I always wanted to be called a cunt by you." Thomas joke. 

"That's not what fuck meant." Karl says trying to keep his temper. 

"She took you under her wing . She showed you the ropes. She was going to make you better than her. She was going to ask Erik if you could stay in the crew permanently. " Karl rants.

"And this is what you do in return. You go behind her back. Call her names behind her back., where she's not here to defend herself. All so you what? Yiu can get her pants." Karl continues he stands up.

"Wow!" The guys all say as a collective at the table. Tony stands up trying to get him to calm down. Everyone prepared to jump in to stop a fight. At this point everyone in the tent has eyes on Karl. 

"Look I didn't mean to touch a never. I was just answering your questions. I didn't realise how protective of y/n some of you are." Thoams says trying to calm the moment.

"Of course we are protective of her. She's our friend. We respect her." Chace tell Thomas. 

"Unlike you. You ungrateful fuck." Karl snarls at Thomas. Thomas sighs watching his situation.  

"I think you should get some air." Tony says to Karl. Who's staring at Thomas with fury in his eyes. 

"Yeah. Probably the best." Thomas remarks smirking to himself as he relaxes into his seat. Karl flinches. 

"Don't. Ignore it. Rise above it." Tony tells Karl. Karl takes a deep breath  taking away his gaze from Thomas. He says everyone watching him. He nods repeatedly. Stopping at Thomas before he leaves. 

"You stop with y/n today. Or I will." Karl threatens Thomas. Everyone watching the kiwi worried what he is going to do. 

"Okay." Thomas says sarcastically. Holding his hands up surrendering to Karl. All eyes watch Karl as he leaves the tent. Before going back to their own business. 

"Should someone check on him?" Chace asks.

"No." Jack and Tony say in unison. 

"Give him time to breathe." Tony says. Everyone unsure what to do now they head back to the set, leaving Thomas alone. A few eyes watching him, he smiles at them finishing his lunch. 

...

You are helping the set get set up for the next scene. Karl rushes up to you.

""Y/N." You turn to see Karl like you never seen him before miffed at something. 

"What's up?" You ask smiling as you set up a camera. 

"I know it's not something you might want to hear right now but it's about Thomas." He states tirelessly. You stop what you're doing surveying him. He looks defeated. 

"Is this about him; seeing other girls?" You ask. His shoulder sink. You turn pointing to Laz who is sitting on his chair at the side of the chair. He is watching you both waving at Karl.

“Beside I find it a bit ironic considering us.” You state. 

“We’ve not fucked since he’s turned up.” Karl declares, 

"Laz already told me. But i already knew about it. I'm handling it," Shocked at your answer he shakes his head. 

"Sorry." He apologises like it was his fault. 

"You don't need to. I'm handling it." You reassure him rubbing his arm. Before you help set the other camera up.  Karl sighs deeply noticing Laz sympathetic expression. He walks over to him sitting beside him trying to calm himself down. 

...

Hours after the situation in the tent people keep telling you what happened. Explaining how angry and protective Karl was about you. How much they had a bad feeling about that Thomas guy. You thanked them and reassured them you had a plan for Thomas. After you hear all the stories about Karl in the tent you go to his trailer. He opens his door watching you  he can't look you in the eye. Ashamed of what he's done he looks drained. You start to walk up the steps of his trailer he allows you closing it behind you. You don't know what to say or how to even start. 

"I heard what you and the rest of the guys done for me in the tent; especially you." You say watching him. He is still avoiding making eye contact with you, staring into an empty space 

"Karl look at me." You be him. He  hangs his head shutting his eyes sighing before raising his head up to stare at you. 

"Thank you." You state before you step closer to him, hugging him tightly. Rest your head on his chest. His eyes immediately as you wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arm around you, his hug it's so warm. It immediately relaxes you. You breath in his cologne

"I don't know what came over me. Just this overpowering rage came from  within me." He speaks, you pull away glancing up at him, your arms still wrapped around each other. 

"I know."  You reassure him. You glance up at him biting your lip. 

"I have a plan." You state excitedly. He raises his eyebrow intrigued. You push way from him. Ready to pitch him your plan. He sits down on the closets chair watching you. 

"Two days after my date with Thomas. The girl that served us messaged me."  You started. Karl looked confused.

"Bare with." You reassure him.

"She messaged me on Instagram saying Thomas was supposed to be dating her when I  went on the date with him. Listen to this." You said excitedly. Grabbing a stool and sitting it in front of Karl. He smiles watching you explain your story. 

"He cancelled on her that night. To take me out on a date. So she took an extra shift at work because she got cancelled on. Then turns up y/n with Thomas." You say smiling at Karl. He looks at you getting the sense of the  all information. 

"What a prick." He remarks. 

"That's not even the best part." You smile bigger. 

"Theres more?" He asks. You nod. 

"There're more girls. And...and" You can't tale the excitement anymore. Karl stop but smile at you. 

"He's married. And she's expecting." You say pointing at Karl. You take a deep breath glad you got it out. 

"Cunt." Karl breathes. You nod.

"I know. What a fucking cunt." You exclaim. He grabs your face pulling you to his; kissing you. You pull back exhaling studying his face. 

"Sorry. Just a little turned on." Karl laugh.

"Wow, and it's you that's the weird on?" You remark. He pushes you away softly.

"So what's this plan." He asks.

"I with the girl from the restaurant are meeting his wife over the weekend. We're going to present all the evidence to her." 

"Is the right thing to do in her state?" He asks concerned. 

"Yeah. She is aware of what he's been doing. But doesn't have enough evidence to present to him. Now she will." You reassure him. He just stares at him. You can tell he's thinking. 

"You are weird and a bitch." He sniggers. You smile back nodding at him. 

"Yeah. But it turns you on. So..." You justify yourself biting your bottom lip. You straddle him sitting on the seat he moves your hair behind your ears. You both watch each other as you move in to kiss each other. 

[benedictscanvas]

all the wrong places [1/7] - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: It only takes a moment for Spencer to realise that he doesn’t just want to marry you someday, he wants to marry you as soon as he possibly can. But since he can’t come up with a solid plan, he turns to his BAU family for help in planning the most important day of his life so far. Is that a mistake? Most definitely.

Warnings: Series probably aren’t meant to be exclusively fluffy, but this one practically is! I need some fluff in my life, damn it! There may be some mention of regular Criminal Minds things, some language but mostly just good ol’ Spence lovin’

a chapter every day for seven days! (20-26th July 2020) so please drop an ask if you’d like to be tagged <3

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Chapter One - The Element of Surprise

The Monday morning was entirely normal in every way, apart from the fact that Spencer had been impromptu ring shopping the day before, alone, and had bought what he believed to be the perfect ring. It was in his satchel, because if there was one thing you would never mess with, it was his satchel. There was nowhere safer, but his palms were sweating as the two of you took the elevator up to your floor anyway and he had to wipe them on his cardigan twice.

So perhaps it wasn’t a normal Monday morning.

“Good morning, lovebirds!” Derek called as you both walked through the glass doors and greeted him with smiles, “Have a nice weekend?”

Oh, shit. In all his planning and scheming and panicking, he had forgotten the excuse he had used on Sunday to go ring shopping without any questioning.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Spencer said, slipping on his shoes, “If you’d rather I cancelled, stayed home with you, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Spence, it’s fine! Go have your special BFF lunch with Derek, I’ve got plenty to be getting on with here,” you said seriously, getting up from your chair to meet him at the door, “Love you.”

You kissed him, lingering a little too long, or not long enough maybe, before shooing him out of the door with a loving smile.

But there had been no BFF lunch, no lunch at all, in fact, because he had forgotten to eat entirely as he went from shop to shop in desperation. And now he had to think on his feet before Derek ruined everything.

“Would’ve had a nicer weekend if you hadn’t taken this one away from me most of Sunday,” you said playfully, leaning into Spencer with a hand on his chest and he wrapped an arm around your waist despite his internal turmoil, because it was the most natural thing in the world.

Derek’s brow furrowed, but Spencer’s eyes widened as he stared at Derek over the top of your head. He just stared, wide-eyed, until their gazes met and Spencer made the best face he could to tell him what he needed to know.

Go with it. Just fucking go with it!

“Well, you know me,” Derek chuckled and though Spencer thought it sounded awkward he was really hoping you didn’t, “Can’t be kept from my pretty boy for long! In fact, I need to talk to him now.”

“Again?” you rolled your eyes but you were already pushing away from Spencer and he already missed you, “You two boys and your guy talk. I’ll leave you to it.”

You squeezed Spencer’s forearm before you left, a silent declaration, and soon you were sitting on Emily’s desk and chatting away like nothing weird had just happened. You didn’t look shifty or like you were talking about him. He sighed in relief. He was safe for now.

“You mind telling me-”

“Not here,” Spencer hissed, eyes darting around the bullpen, “Come on!”

And with that, he lead Derek to the coffee room even though he looked decidedly less than impressed by what he’d been dragged into. When they got there, Spencer shut the door behind them and turned to Derek, whose arms were folded across his chest.

“What in the hell are you playing at, Reid? Why are you using me to lie to Y/N?”

“Woah woah, lie is not the right word. Well, it is the right word but it doesn’t sound right. I’m not lying to Y/N, I would never lie to her, I love her Derek, you know that and actually that’s part of why this is happening because I lov-”

“Pretty boy. Slow down. Explain it to me in as few words as you can manage.”

Spencer finally took in a breath and let it out slowly. He fought to find his words, and luckily Derek stayed quiet while he tried to find them.

“I told Y/N you invited me to lunch because I needed to go ring shopping,” he eventually said, all matter of fact, despite the fact that Derek’s eyes were bugging out of his head, “I needed an excuse to go out. Sorry for dragging you into this.”

Did Derek have tears in his eyes? He definitely had tears in his eyes.

“My man!” he exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder after a few moments of processing, “I’m so proud of you, Reid. You could’ve invited me to come with you, you know.”

“If I was inviting anyone, it would’ve been JJ,” Spencer said without hesitation, and Derek scoffed goodnaturedly, “But I didn’t even invite her. I don’t know, I-I like to think I know Y/N better than...better than anyone.”

His voice got quiet towards the end. He knew that a lot of people didn’t go ring shopping on their own, but he just felt like he knew what you would like. Understated, with a flash of sparkle that you could grin at under the low lights of the jet on the way back from a case. It was exactly what he’d found, four hours in.

“You do, kid,” Derek reassured him, before his eyes glinted with something mischievous, “Now, are you gonna show me the ring or what?”

Spencer chuckled, but he couldn’t stop smiling now that his best friend knew of his plans, so he took the box out of his satchel and opened it. Derek bit his lip.

“You think she’ll like it?”

Derek just nodded, opening his arms and bringing him in for a rare hug. Spencer could tell it was a ‘proud’ hug. It only made him grin more. When they pulled away from each other, Derek started on making the two of them coffee, since returning from the room without one would make them look suspicious. Spencer made sure to get out a third mug so he could take you one as well.

“So when are you doing it? You’ve brought it with you today, have you got something planned?”

“No!” he replied, almost too loudly, “No, no. I have...literally nothing planned. I don’t know how or when or where to do any of it. It has to be perfect, you know?”

“However you do it will be perfect to her, because she loves you,” Derek said seriously, even though he was still focused on the coffee, “But you want my advice?”

Spencer didn’t say anything, because Derek was going to give his advice anyway.

“Element of surprise. That’s what’s gonna work with Y/N. You wait too long and she’ll start to get an idea that you’re gonna do it. She’s a damn good profiler. You want to do it soon to make sure she never sees it coming.”

That was...not bad advice from Derek. He’d given him much worse advice before. Especially when it came to women. Whilst Spencer liked to think he was well past the point where he needed Derek’s advice on the female mind, perhaps in this case it wasn’t the worst advice he could take.

“Thanks, Derek. I’ll think on it.”

“Just don’t think too long!” Derek announced happily, grabbing his mug and letting Spencer grab his own and yours. But there was so much to think about, it was bound to take him awhile. He re-entered the bullpen, pace slow as he concentrated on not spilling a drop, finding you had settled down at your desk for a day of paperwork that would most likely be interrupted by an incoming case at any moment. It was a miracle he’d even had time for his chat with Derek, really.

He placed the mug on your desk without a word and you startled a little at the action.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly but you shook your head.

“I really need to get less jumpy,” you laughed, “Thanks for the coffee, babe.”

“No worries,” he said easily, but his hand was toying with the tiny box over the leather of his satchel. Could he just…? No surely not...but maybe…? Spontaneity was important right? And this was where you met, all those years ago. Where you became best friends in a matter of months. Where you fell in love in the late hours of the evening when almost everyone else had vanished.

“Y/N…”

He began to kneel down, but you didn’t even turn to face him. Instead, you scoffed. You scoffed.

“You need me to teach you how to do your laces again, Reid?” you asked jokingly, as he knelt on the floor beside your chair, looking up at you dumbfounded, “How you’ve never tripped over yourself on a case, I do not know.”

It clicked. You thought he was redoing his laces. His face fell, but you weren’t even watching, so it didn’t matter. There was no way he was going through with this stupid, spontaneous plan now. How had he ever thought this was a good idea? Somehow, he had managed to surprise himself so much with his actions that you hadn’t even realised what was happening.

“Actually, I have tripped on a case before,” he managed to get out after a few moments, “Before you joined the team.”

And this time, you turned to him, just as he pretended to finish redoing his laces and stood up. He was a good bit taller than you standing, so he towered above you when you sat down. You looked up at him playfully and reached out to play with the end of his cardigan. He blushed despite himself.

“Now that is a story I just have to-”

“Conference room, now.”

Hotch’s voice cut through the exchange and you sat back and away from Spencer in an instant. You were both used to being professional when it came to cases, letting your chemistry seemingly disappear when it was necessary before sparking it back up on the jet back home. So you stood without touching him again and tilted your head towards Hotch.

“Better listen to the boss,” you said with a sigh, packing up your desk. Spencer hadn’t even started work yet, it felt like. He’d been just a little preoccupied, “But you’ll tell me that story later, right?”

“I will,” he confirmed and you gave him that look. You could communicate very well through looks. This one told him that you would definitely have kissed him if you weren’t at work. He didn’t even realise he was smirking.

You just nudged him with your elbow on your way past and he followed you as you hopped up the steps to where the rest of the team were headed. There was a joke exchanged between you and Dave on the way, and your laugh floated backwards to him.

He really needed to come up with a plan. A decent one.

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[georgemackayhey]

Like Real People Do

“Hii can you do an imagine, "Your first time with George" maybe as an insecure/uneasy reader"

"Can you pleeaaassse write more nsfw stuff? More Than A Night Out gave me my rights"

Alright yall, heed the 18+ warning! 

Seriously, I really don't want to block anyone (I love yall!) On that note... I wouldn't say this theme is my strong suit, nor have I been in a good headspace, but boy did I try my best ♡ 

w/c: 3k

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You didn't date.

You called off meeting up with strangers in bars and listening to them tell half-assed life stories, embellishing in hopes they'd get to have their way with you in the same evening.

You were happy to mingle among friends on weekends and at parties, but going home alone felt safe. Keeping to yourself was the best bet, having learned your lesson by now. You recalled more unpleasant domestic experiences than ones that left you daydreaming of more. So you simply stayed single.

Some of your friends didn't regard your limits, tricking you into double dates and the like. Other friends understood but still gushed over their brothers and cousins in hopes you'd be intrigued by their qualities and demand to be introduced with wedding rings on standby.

And then there were the friends who never asked or bothered you about it at all. George was one of those friends.

He was your ride to your friend groups monthly movie theater meet up's. And he always let you take home his leftovers after dinners he wasted chatting with your mutual friends about books and culture.

In turn, you let George borrow your favorite albums. And you'd always saved him a seat in the back of bars you had to show up to for friend's birthday parties, while they threw themselves between strangers on the dance floor. Times like then were when you got to know George best.

And during the last month of summer, George invited everyone to take over a beach house big enough for your ever-expanding group and more. Apparently some of his distant family owned the property but were hardly ever in the area to enjoy it. So they gave George a spare key, and insisted he treated the place like his own.

And thankfully, then, between your friends racing to the shore in the witching hour, and when everyone split up into pairs for the evening, George kept you company. You made a habit of joining each other on the rickety front porch, sharing a drink, and usually sitting in silence.

But there were nights you talked about the constellations you could see above the roaring ocean. And where you'd like to live if you had an unlimited budget. Where you'd come from and what you wanted, and didn't.

You went home to the most dreary September of all time. You used to adore the solitude of your dull apartment. But you missed waking up to your friend's laughter, having someone, if not many more, to enjoy market runs and mealtimes with. You had never felt more lonely. And you couldn't stop thinking of George.

When he came round to give you a lift to the movie theater, your usual ride together was quiet. The silence between you was heavy- you wondered if he noticed. You sat together in a boring film. Or maybe it was the best of all time. You could only focus on how close George was to you, how you'd recognized the feeling of his company. You wondered how to ask him to come around more often, without sounding pathetically desperate.

Luckily birthday parties and Halloween bashes kept coming. And you kept finding quiet places to listen to George tell his stories. And he would always share his drink, and ask about your family, and how you were doing.

One night when he invited everyone around to his flat and only a couple of your friends managed to show up, they headed out soon after dinner. You were left alone in George's kitchen to help clean up and wonder what to do with the rest of the early blue evening.

And even though your heart beat in your throat, and everything you thought to say sounded stupid in your head, you determined it was time.

During a much too easy card game at Georges table, when a conversation about some of the horrifically silly things George had witnessed you manage in the past; you decided to stop testing the waters, and address them.

"I can't believe you put up with me." You grinned, peering past your hand of playing cards to the guy sat beside you.

"I just like you," George answered simply, his ocean eye flickering up to meet yours for a beat.

"Really?" You asked, pushing for him to say more, hoping he got the hint.

"I really do." George grinned shyly, turning his attention back to his hand of playing cards he kept accidentally giving you glimpses of. You watched George bite his lip and fiddle with the cards as if he were arranging them just so.

"What if... I like you too?" It wasn't just his tousled yellow hair, or the way his smile was warmer than a ray of sun. It was his lame jokes. His soft answers. Him.

"You don't date." George rose a brow, keeping his eyes turned away. He wasn't bittered or mocking. He was accepting. George laid down his cards, to a game you weren't focused on at all anymore.

"I like you, George." You admit in a hush. His stunning eyes met yours. He seemed to consider your words, and much more. He started to speak a couple of times as he searched your features.

"So maybe... we can start slow..." You offered. You had never planned on opening up to anyone. But George had stuck around. He was always there when you needed him even when you hadn't known what you needed. He didn't make fun of your unreasonable anxieties and he always laughed at your jokes. Even the ones you knew weren't funny. You hadn't expected to ever let anyone close enough, you hadn't trusted anyone could feel like home. But before you could even decide, it was as if your heart grew a mind of its own and lept right out of your chest into George's orbit. So since he already seemed to have you, it seemed like common courtesy to at least let the guy know.

With a shy smile, George bore his brilliant blue eyes into yours, searching them for assurance. As you looked to each other you felt his knuckles brush yours, the back of his hand nervously creeping closer. George took one of his fingers and looped it around one of yours while he agreed that it would be silly for two people who felt the same way about each other to do nothing about it. So you did.

George started coming around when there wasn't any reason to, sometimes bringing take away, or asking you on walks around the park. Sometimes you'd sit in silence next to your favorite old tree and enjoy that last purple swirls in the dusk sky. And sometimes you'd watch films, one after another, pausing only to argue over the ending or make silly predictions.  And times like then, you curled into George's side like a sleepy cat. He'd carded his warm hand through your hair as you drifted off, content.

You got snowed into his flat when you showed up a few hours before the first-holiday party of the season; to help bake treats for everyone. As ice froze everyone's doors shut, the party was swiftly canceled but your plans for the evening weren't ruined at all.

George set up his den with extra blankets, finding the holiday channel on the telly, standing to refill your cup of tea during commercials so you didn't have to move. He kissed you that night, soft and kind, and slow. You both fell asleep on the floor among the mess of all the blankets he owned, while snow piled up and over the window sills.

You spent New Year's Eve much like the past couple before, watching your wild group of pals take shots and dance to bad music. George listened to you talk as you waited for the new year to set in, and he kept one of his fingers looped around yours almost all night long.

When the snow started to melt and your group of friends started squeezing into their cut off jeans from the year before, George invited everyone back to the beach house. He set a date and sent out invitations in the mail like it was the damn 1800's. Most every rsvp got sent back with the box labeled "going "grossly marked up.

George offered to give you a lift there, a day early so he could stock up on emergency snacks and soaps and even more DVDs in case the rains came and ruined your fun on the shore. You agreed happily and walked through the isles of a department store together, picking out essentials based on how well you knew your group of friends who might need them.

And while you laughed and helped and listened, you grew increasingly more fucking terrified. Because you'd never spent so long enjoying one person's company. You were enamored with George yes, but what's more, was- you trusted him. You never thought it was possible. But you really did. And the thing that you were most scared of, was having to accept the possibility that he didn't feel the same way.

Things like this had gone wrong before. Granted, things had never gone remotely close to this right before, either. But you still prepared yourself to hurt. It was always a possibility you were too afraid of risking. But George was different. You somehow knew even if he hurt you, it would be the loveliest heartbreak you'd ever feel.

You got to the beach house, completely abandoned since the last time you left it. You found your someone's favorite lost t-shirt in one of the bathrooms, and a lot of dust on the shelves. After clearing away some of the cobwebs and unloading all your groceries to their respective places, night began to fall.

The sky was still blue enough to admire the roaring ocean from the front porch. George brought out a couple of drinks, and you sat there together like you had the summer before. Only now, it was a little too chilly. So you said goodnight to the scenery, making a note of spending extra time to soak up its beauty the next morning.

And on your way inside you joked about how someone was bound to forget to pack something they needed, or bring one of the things George asked them to. You were wrapped up in laughter as you turned out the lights and drifted to settle in.

When you headed to the bedroom where all your bags had been discarded, you scurried off to the ensuite shower. This was the room George stayed in last year, a space you'd never stepped foot near until tonight.

And when you stepped back out into the bedroom, you realized you didn't want to leave.

George was busy turning down his bed covers to the dim night light in a far off corner. A dark shine beamed in from the moon in the window next to the quilted bed, and George never looked more beautiful- perfectly tousled hair. Kind, sleepy eyes. Yeah, you'd let him break your heart.

"What?" He laughed in a warm low rumble, catching you staring. You bit back a chuckle and crossed the room to meet him.

"I just love you. That's all." You informed, circling one of your fingers around his, gazing up to the guy.

You'd said so in passing, during game nights he helped you win and in the middle of lunches he'd managed to talk you into ordering. But nothing prompted you now, and the statement held an all-new kind of weight.

"I love you, too," George whispered in turn, raising his other hand to your cheek.

"Can I stay in here? With you?" You asked, keeping your gaze set and your voice low even though no one else was around to hear.

"I'd like that." George assured with a tiny grin.

You clamored into the big bed, pointing out the window to the moon over the ocean. George eased in behind you, gazing all the same. You tangled your hands together staring out the window for a while, giggling over nothing every now and again. He was so impossibly close, so warm next to you.

"George." You turned your head slowly, catching his attention. He looked at you, silently wondering what you wanted. But somehow you didn't need to say.

Somehow he knew to lean in for a kiss, soft and sweet. When he pulled away, you could tell he didn't want to. When George looked at you, you could tell he longed for more, but still kept his distance, kept your meek nature in mind. He was too kind, too considerate. There weren't words to convey how you felt. You knew what came next. You wanted George.

You reached for his hand, and brought it to rest in the dip of your waist. He kept his eyes steady on yours while his thumb brushed over the skin exposed where your shirt had ridden up.

"Kiss me again?" You asked, barely a whisper. George leaned in, almost before you could finish asking, to press his mouth against yours. You grabbed a fist full of his shirt to pull him closer while George let his hand travel to the small of your back, holding you perfectly against him. He kissed you slow and deep like he was trying to put you in a trance.

Whether he meant to or not, you wondered if it worked, as you melted into the mattress all while lazily pulling him almost all the way on top of you. This was as far as you'd ever taken things with George, yanking at each other's clothes while you kissed until you couldn't breathe.

So when you gently pushed George away, he started to retract back to his side of the bed without putting up a fight. But you sat up too. And George watched on in wonder when you sheepishly slid into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips.

Without a word you pulled George's shirt up, silently suggesting he take it all the way off.

When he did, you didn't relish the sight long before you dove in for another kiss. His skin was burning, and you could feel his heart hammer when your hand traveled across his chest. You moved your kisses to his neck, reveling in the feeling of being so close. George kept one arm gently wrapped around you as your teeth grazed a spot under his ear that made his breath catch in his throat.

"Y/n. Are you- Do you..." George began, keeping his hold around you all the same. You pulled away, gazing to George through your lashes while your heart teetered on the edge.

"Do you not want to?" You worried. You were so finally sure. But George might not have been. So you prepared to be let down gently, knowing George would at least be kind enough to break your fall.

"Yes." George let out a breathy laugh, reaching to hold your head in both of his hands. "Of course I want to do this. But I know how you feel and if you don't-"

"I trust you, George." You nodded, searching his eyes while a smile bloomed across your face. You'd been so nervous for a moment like this to come true. But everything was different with George. He made you laugh when you never expected to, he made you think about things in ways you'd never even considered. He was so the one for you.

You wrapped your fingers around George's wrist, bringing his plus to your lips. You watched George's eyes flutter as you planted a small kiss there, before moving his hand to your hip.

"Just go slow." You nodded, watching George's eyes open to meet yours. You leaned your forehead against his while he nodded, making you laugh.

He decorated your cheeks with gentle pecks and moved his hands under the hem of your shirt as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours again. And because you spent a while that way, you weren't nervous to act upon taking things even further.

Kisses turned seering as George wrangled your shirt off. His lips traveled down your throat as you settled deeper into his lap, shocked by how easy this was. Your kisses grew longer and sloppier while your layers started to collect on the floor.

You impressed yourself by how effortlessly you reach to pull away George's trousers. He managed to kick them aside while you kept your lips on his, laughing between breaks for air.

But when he pulled you back into his lap, when his fingers danced around your waistband, you were suddenly swept up in the realization that this was happening. Like, really happening.

"Uh, wait a second." You halted in a shaky breath. You didn't want to stop, not completely. You just needed to assess things for a moment, to catch up with this new reality in which this wasn't upsetting or dull or any of the things being with anyone else ever was.

George stalled in an instant, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "Do you want to stop?" He asked gently, hands firmly pressed against your back, eyes glowing right into yours.

"No way." You breathed with a grin. You knew it would be better than before, with George. Probably the best. It already was, you realized with a smile, encouraging George one more time. Your hips rolled against his, causing his heavenly sigh in your ear.

He wriggled you out of the last of your clothes and made you feel like a wonder of the world, tracing the shapes you were made up of with his pretty fingers. By the time you were laid against the pillows admiring the halo of light ringing around George's waves of hair, he asked again if you were sure about this.

"So long as you are." You swallowed.

"Of course I'm sure. God, I'm so sure." George pressed a kiss to your face between sentences, making you giggle and swoon all at once. "I've never been so sure of anyone but you. I'd like to keep it that way." George rambled, peppering a few more loving, gentle kisses to your cheek. "But if you want to stop for any reason, we'll stop. Just say so."

"Thank you, George." You grinned after a beat, knowing he really meant it. Recognizing how deeply he really cared for you, watching him search your face for validation. Watching George watch you, contentedly, like he had dozens of times before now. He gave you a slowly sleepy blink, ocean blue eyes shining brighter when they opened again.

George leaned closer, hovering over you with his eyes locked on yours. He molded a kiss to your lips before anything. Then to your cheek. Then his eyes fluttered to meet yours once more.

"Slow." You rose a brow, whispering a reminder, but it was really more of a green light for him to finally take the next step.

George repeated you, in a barely audible hush, soaking up the look in your eye. A lithe grin painted his lips while you held your breath. You accounted for the feeling of his fingers loosely tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing across your temple every now and again. You'd nearly forgotten everything else while swimming in those warm icy eyes of his. He didn't break you from your reverie when he gave a small nod. The gesture only settled you further, as you responded by lacing your fingers around the back of his neck.

George kept his hand nearly cradling your head as he pushed closer. His thumb brushing across the pulse of your temple was keeping you grounded while your heart threatened to soar into the clouds. While your breathing grew deeper, while he moved as close as he could until he couldn't anymore.

"You okay?" George asked, his voice beautifully strained.

"Uh-huh." You gazed at him through hooded eyes as you adjusted everything, including the realization that this was happening. He wasn't even moving yet. And he waited until you had to ask him to, with his head buried in your neck. After a couple of breaths, you looked to George, giving him a nod. He pressed his forehead against yours and moved his hips.

A tame, steady pace set in as you stopped George from asking if you were alright, again, assuring him you were really, very good. Your raspy encouragement must have given George the sound authority to go about awing you further.

He kept one hand against your temple while his other trailed down your side, fingers deliberately pressed into your skin as he brought your leg around his hip. George's strong-arm hooked under your back to keep you secured against him. He picked up the pace as your hands tangled in his hair, around his shoulder, holding on to the moment. To George.

You wondered why you waited so long to feel this damned good, while George spoke low in your ear. He listed off all the things he liked best about you, and why. He planted clumsy kisses to your lips. He made you see stars brighter than all the far off constellations you were used to pointing out from the shoreline. You seemed to float among them, above everything. Time slowed down while your heart sped up, somehow, and while everything around you faded into an impossibly dull background, you still had George.

His weight was warm and secure. His breath was hot on your neck. His voice was saccharine in your ear.  When he eventually eased next to your side in a heap, the cool of the night was still shielded by him.

You snuggled to his chest, like an old sleepy cat while he kept repeating how he loved you. You said so too, as many times as you could manage before drifting to sleep all tangled together.

The next morning came slow. You made coffee and watched the sunrise above the waves from the porch. When your friends started showing up in pairs and trios and more, they all seemed sort of relieved to find you and George attached at the hip. They greeted you as if you'd always been a packaged deal, and they didn't bat an eye when you stuck together to roam the vast empty beach. There was no fighting over choosing partners when someone broke out a new board game that night. When your friends were all gathered around the dinner table, and all the extra snacks and gifts and surprises for the summer were stored away, you still had George.

Maybe things wouldn't always be so easy. There would likely be fights and upsets and questions that didn't always have answers. But George was worth it. You had him now, you loved him and he couldn't stop reminding how dearly he loved you. Nothing had ever hurt so good before. You decided to keep it that way.

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[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

I don’t care

summarry: a reddie x daughter where the losers are over and the daughter comes home from school with a minor injury and they later found out she was bullied. so they give her tips and maybe even fighting lessons lol

A/N: this was requested by anon I hope you enjoy! 

warnings: homophobia as reason for the bullying

Water sloshes over the sides as Richie dives headfirst into the pool. It drenches Stan’s trousers, who shoots a murderous look towards Richie resurfacing with a deep breath.

‘Refreshing’, he comments, shaking a full body shiver at the change of temperature. Chloe watches from afar, disposing her bookbag on the grass with a loud clutter. Weekend arrives and she’s eager to start the plans scheduled. On Friday a pool party, on Saturday a trip on uncle Ben’s boat, and for the last day they’re going to see Richie perform live on stage.

All the losers promised they’d make it, and they did, it’s been a while since the group has reunited, work and personal issue getting in the way, but none of that matters. Sometimes Chloe thinks there’s no way they won’t get mad at one another when someone cancels yet again, but then the rejoins puts her at ease. They care for each other more than enough to stop a small, unimportant thing from ruining it. Most scattered around the pool, like uncle Stan and Chloe’s pops in the water, but her dad and uncle Bill stood a far end away from water range, a smart decision Stan begrudgingly had to admit.

'The prodicale child has returned, Richie enthusiastically announced, waving his arms back and forth. ‘Mini me is back.’

The losers greet her, warm smiles and gentle hands pulling her in a hug. Bill’s positively buzzed, the butt of many jokes at his expense of how much of a lightweight the man really is. The first try to capture Chloe in an embrace goes haywire, and if it wasn’t for Mike supporting his weight, he would have fallen face first.

It sends the rest of the groups in hysterics, not including Bill, blushing red tainted cheeks. ‘Already uncle Bill?’ Chloe goads, covering the underside of the drink in his hand in case he loosens his grip.

Waving of the concerns, Bill wobbles, aided by Mike, back to the sun chair to rest. Eddie motions a soda her way, wordlessly asking if she wants one.

‘Yeah, but I’m going to go change first.’

Her shirt is too tight for the humidity hanging in the air, and she longs for a swim, so she needs swimming attire in order to do that anyway.  

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‘Oh absolutely not’, Bev declares stiffly, her mouth set in a straight line and hands on her hips. ‘There’s no way any niece of mine is wearing that.’

Richie cackles, his head thrown back in amusement over Beverly’s reaction, following her gaze to his daughter, wearing a Hawaiian long-sleeved shirt over her bathing suit.

Chloe follows his laughter, doing a pirouette to show off her t-shirt. ‘I think it’s cool.’

‘You’re only saying that because Richie brainwashed you.’

‘I agree with Bev, one Richie fashion disaster is more than I can adequately handle,’ Stan concurred, heaving a sigh at Richie’s childish reaction of sticking out his tongue.

‘It’s not like she’s wearing it to school Beverly, and if my daughter sees me as a fashion icon, than I think we should respect that. Fuck knows she’s the smartest among us.’

A little cough draws his attention, and Stan does nothing to hide his intend.

‘Okay well Stan is up there.’

‘Please kid, I’m begging, don’t become a second Richie. Fight those parts of you that stem from him.’

‘Hey fucking excuse you, she’s my daughter too.’ Eddie heatedly adds, chopping his hand through the air to drive the point home.

‘who’s w-w-who’s d-d-daughter?’ A stutter the predominant tell that Bill is well on his way to being hammered.

‘Shut up Bill, you’re too drunk to participate in this conversation.’

Chloe giggles, knowing that the teasing remarks from her family are just that, teasing. She then finally steps closer towards the pool. The grass beneath her bare feet is strangely relaxing, the sensations of little pricks reminding her of summer days and ice creams.

‘Come her,’ aunt Bev beckons, her hand circling around the small indents of nails in Chloe’s underarm.

Without realization, she hisses in pain, retracting her hand and covering the sore spot with her remaining hand. The playful mood everyone participated in pops like a bubble.

Beverly blinks in shock, surprised by the reaction. The chatting in the pool ends abruptly, the remnants of an engaging conversation ebbing away.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, just peachy.’ A bird flies overhead, chirping away, an excellent escape out of the conversation Chloe refuses the hold in front of everyone.

‘Uncle Stan, what kind of bird is that?’

Stan eyes her suspiciously, not uttering a word to help her, and Chloe glowers at him. Thanks for nothing.

‘Let me see please’, Eddie asks his cheeks blown out, worry etched across his face. At this point, Chloe is trapped. She can’t deny something is wrong, and she can’t withhold her arm because that would make everyone even more suspicious.

‘Fine,’ she grumbles, bunching the fabric of the long sleeved shirt to reveal indents of fingernails buried in her skin, not sever enough to be of any concern, but bad enough that it is visible.

‘Chloe,’ Eddie perturbs, his fingers hovering above the wounds while he mulls over what to do in his head. ‘What happened?’

In one smooth motions, Richie lifts himself out of the water and strides resolutely their way, blind without his glasses on but still thoughtfully studying the body-langue of both Eddie and Chloe. He stoops down to inspect the wounds himself, than straightens up and tries his best to stare straight in his daughter eyes, missing by half a mile.

‘Someone did that to you?’ The intentions makes it sound like a question, but it’s a statement, and one that is impossible to refute. Nail marks aren’t accidental.

‘Did you get these cleaned?’ Eddie frets, his left hand coercing her to move to the kitchen, where they keep an emergency kid. Richie has had one to many mishaps in there.

It’s a sure sign that Eddie is freaking out and building up to an anxiety attack, worrying and fretting over someone to release part of the stress before it bubbles over.

‘Dad’, Chloe mumbles miserably, planting her feet in the ground to resist any prodding. ‘It’s not that bad.’

‘Who did this angle cake?’

‘Just someone from school alright. It’s not a big deal.’

‘Honey, It is. No one is allowed to hurt you in any way,’ Bev argues, her chin jutting out, only calmed by Ben’s presence.  

‘Is there anything we can do? T-t-talk to whoever did this? A teacher? Say the word and we’re on it.’ Bill’s positively sobered up thanks to the severity of the topic of conversation, he fumbled over his words only once.

‘Beat him or her up? I’m not afraid if it’s a girl, I’ll hit anyone who tries to put their hands on my baby.’

‘Yes and don’t listen to uncle Ben, he might say something fucking stupid like we’ll talk to whoever did this calmly.’

‘Yes, cause that’s the best option Richie-‘

‘It has nothing to do with me okay? And I doubt she even planned on physically hurting me. I tried to remove myself from the situation, and instead of letting me walk away, she tried to keep me in place by grabbing me. Hence the superficially’, Chloe aimed the word at her dad, ‘scratches.’

‘It obviously has something to do with you. Why else go after you?’ Stan probes. The way he talks and demands thing without having to raise his voice is fascinating, like he can bend anyone to do what he pleases without breaking a sweat.

‘Because’, Chloe pinched the bridge of nose, contemplating her chances of resolving the situation without admitting what it was all about, but between her protective fathers and the solicitous of the losers, she estimated her shots slim to none.

‘Because she believes homosexuality is wrong and that dad and pops are wrong for loving each other.’

Richie grimaces bitterly, slumping his shoulders and sneering at the words sinking in. ‘Like Bowers all over again’, he spits furiously, bailing his hands into fist. Next to him, Eddie is pensively staring at the wounds on Chloe’s hand, shame speed racing through his body for him and Richie being the reason this happened to their daughter.

‘Chlo, I’m so so sorry.’

‘No. Don’t you dare apologies. It doesn’t matter. Not to me anyway. She’s a bitch, and she’s wrong for her opinion, but I can’t make her see your relationship the way I see this. I can’t force her to open her mind and broaden her horizons, then I’ll be equally as bad. I love you guys, and I don’t care you’re gay. If other people do that’s their problem and not mine. I hid the comments as I knew they would hurt you, but we know better than them. I’m going to continue living my life open and excepting of everyone and everything and she will walk around angry and upset at everything in the world she considers unnatural. There’s no outcome in which she wins, except if we let her words bother us.’

With a gentle pull, Chloe buries herself under her dads chin, tucked away in safety as her pops caresses her hair and presses a kiss there.

‘I’m so proud of you.’ Eddie confesses, barely understandable with his voice cracking through the lump in his throat. ‘Don’t ever forget how much we love you.’

‘We’ll have to discus some precautions. Like a buddy system or some shit. Or maybe Mike can teach you some strength exercises.’ Richie ponders, thinking ahead on how to avoid a situation ever again occurring. ‘But yeah, we really couldn’t have a better daughter.’

[mbavholidayexchange]

To @livelyvaltersen, from @rowsha

Title: of all the places, it had to be here

Rating: Gen

Summary: Innocent leaves are crushed under the feet of common passerby. The crunch, the thrill of pounding a pile of leaves under his foot makes him smile ear-to-ear. Wind rustling in the park wafts the air of pumpkin, cocoa, and soon-to-be winter in the noses of Whitechapel University. The dull, grey hue in the sky allows for slivers of light to pass through thick clouds. It’s chilly, not enough to cancel classes, but enough for Whitechapel residents to wear an extra layer or two. It’s his favorite type of weather, too. Deep oranges and soft browns with warm, yellow lighting from dorms indicate the impending glee of one particular holiday: Thanksgiving.

Benny Weir, however, is soon to be spending it alone.

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Innocent leaves are crushed under the feet of common passerby. The crunch, the thrill of pounding a pile of leaves under his foot makes him smile ear-to-ear. Wind rustling in the park wafts the air of pumpkin, cocoa, and soon-to-be winter in the noses of Whitechapel University. The dull, grey hue in the sky allows for slivers of light to pass through thick clouds. It’s chilly, not enough to cancel classes, but enough for Whitechapel residents to wear an extra layer or two. It’s his favorite type of weather, too. Deep oranges and soft browns with warm, yellow lighting from dorms indicate the impending glee of one particular holiday: Thanksgiving.

Benny Weir, however, is soon to be spending it alone.

Due to his grandmother being an earth priestess, he never cared for holidays, never wanted to participate in anything that wasn’t cooped up in his room playing World of Warcraft. He wouldn’t dare risk his online status for the sake of actually talking to “family”. So, for the most part he kept to himself; he didn’t bother anyone, didn’t go out and meet new people, only stayed put doing what made him happy.

And that’s how he liked it.

The library stayed the same; there were people working, the occasional cough, and the smell of coffee. Benny studied, by himself, with his head down. He made notes in his physics book to pass the time, waiting for a particular campus employee to clock in.

Everyone who was a regular at the library knew two things: the coffee was bangin' and Benny definitely had a crush on the mysterious librarian. If he wasn’t nose deep in a twelve tonne book, he was at the check-out counter making small talk. That small talk turned into “large talk,” which turned into hanging out after hours, which then turned into Benny waiting outside the library one time before it opened, two coffees in hand. As far as Librarian Boy knew, Benny was a nice consumer who had time to kill in between classes. Benny, on the other hand, was trying his best to flirt.

If only I knew his name , he thought, taking a sip of his latte. The other drink he had in hand, white chocolate sugar free mocha, I remembered, was getting cold by now. He hoped to talk to him again, he missed looking into the shorter boy’s eyes, watching his face crease as he smiled, the awkward turn of his mouth and-

Okay, he has to get his name.

The double doors at the front creak open. A few heads turned towards it, startled by the sudden noise, but return to their respective assignments, all except for Benny. Librarian Boy came.

He’s dishevelled, to say the least; his nape-length hair sticks out at all sorts of angles, and his glasses are slightly crooked, the tape keeping them together in the middle seemed to allow them to slip. Benny is smitten in all aspects of the word. He wants to run his hands through Librarian Boy’s hair, use some sort of spell to fix his frames, hold his and. He had such dainty, elegant hands that Benny wanted to kiss ever since their first interaction. Even in his run down clothes, Benny is absolutely taken by this boy.

When Librarian Boy walks past his table, Benny dips his head back to his textbook almost immediately. The last thing he wanted to be seen as was a stalker, he can’t risk scaring this guy off. He stays put, trying to make himself act natural while Librarian Boy unpacks his paperwork and miscellaneous books. He twirls his hair while he reads and pushes his glasses up while he sifts through papers. Goodness, he’s adorable. Benny wishes he had at least one class with him- it’d be heaven on earth.

Librarian Boy is reading an actual book now, how endearing. He’d always wanted to sift through the library’s sci-fi section with him, curl up in a corner and read together. Benny glances down at what Cute Librarian Boy is reading, and he nearly does a double-take. He squints, and surely that isn’t- no, it can’t be. Smarty-pants-educated-cute-intelligent-librarian-boy is… reading a manga ? Not any old girly-fruitcake-sparkly-superhero manga, either, it says something like “Falling for” and then “Senpal”. Whatever “senpal” means- hang on, is that an “l” or an “i”? Benny decides that he doesn’t want to know the answer to that, and decides that if he can read manga during work, he can be approached like any other person.

Benny makes a mental note to himself to man up and get over there, picking up their coffees and plastering a wide grin on his face. When he arrives at Librarian Boy’s desk, he sets one of the coffees down with a tap of his finger. Librarian Boy, clearly startled at first, looks at Benny (moreso the coffee) and smiles. That wonderful, dorky smile warms Benny’s chest like a bucket of hot cocoa splashed directly on him. Don’t say that out loud , he notes to himself.

“Thank you,” chuckles Librarian Boy, “I really needed this.”

“You smell like hot chocolate,” fuck, what did I just say ! “I mean, uh, it’s white chocolate.”

Librarian Boy- okay, he’s getting tired of calling him that- quirks an eyebrow at him, fuck. “Uh, thanks.”

He decides to bite the bullet now, rather than later. “You never told me your name, by the way. I’ve been ordering this stuff under the name ‘Han’ and ‘Luke’ the whole time.”

This earns a shush from the rest of the students in front of them, as the remark makes Librarian Boy snort-laugh, the loudest he’s ever heard him. It makes Benny want to make him laugh more often, because that geeky wheeze that left his mouth was everything and more.

“You can call me Han,” he jokes, “but my name is Ethan.”

Ethan. He has a name. Thank god, he has this guy’s name . And he’s a dork too, thank god.

They spend more time together, talking and sipping coffee. Ethan tells Benny what he’s been reading, and it sounds a lot more interesting to read a manga than an old textbook now. When Ethan’s glasses break off the bridge for the third time, he doesn’t notice Benny snap his fingers and the beam of light that travels from the tips. Ethan squints at the newly repaired frame, peeling the tape off and raising it up to the light.

“Did you see that? I could’ve sworn I sat on these.” shit, maybe he did notice.

“Really? They’ve been that way since you walked in here, I think.”

“You’ve been looking, huh?” Ethan raises his eyebrow again, and it nearly makes Benny’s knees buckle. He will not confess his peeping problem, not at all.

“Oh, whatever. It’s good that they’re not broken, isn’t it?” Benny pushes his shoulder lightly, affectionately. He almost knocks over the remnants of his drink in the process. Dumbass.

Morning breaks into afternoon, and afternoon slowly dives into evening. Benny and Ethan are talking while Ethan makes his phone calls, reads, even does work around the library with Benny trailing behind him like a lovesick puppy. They’re flirting, casual but still flirting nonetheless, and in the atmosphere of suggestive speaking, they exchange numbers. Benny is glad it’s the weekend, because if any of his full-mark friends knew he was skipping to “hang out” at the library all day, they’d tease him about it for years.

Benny tries, he does, not to make it look like he’s absolutely smitten, but that attempt falls when Ethan drops his gaze from his book and makes direct eye contact with him. Then.

“I’d like to buy you a coffee next time.” he says it, finally says it and Benny can’t believe what he’s hearing.

He plays it cool, though. “Then I’ll be right here, with a cookie or something.”

Ethan shushes him, “there’s no eating in the library,” and they both laugh. Benny knows this is his way of asking him out, but he’s always liked playing the long game.

“I meant, I’d like to take you to get coffee.” Benny’s heart skips a beat. Then another, and another and- oh goodness. He can’t breathe.

When he wakes up, Ethan is above him, pumping the inhaler he kept in his pocket. It makes for a great story while Benny takes Ethan up on that coffee idea.

[silent-writer83]

Envy

Request: Can I request a Jealous Cisco please, smutty or not dealers choice.

A/N: So I was gonna do a smut but it ended up being nothing but fluff. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

You were the one normal part of his day. No science, no metahumans, no stress. You were, however, his precious little secret. You see, working with the Flash had plenty of perks and just as many cons. Cisco would lose it if anyone found out about you, about what you meant to him. So he kept you far far away from his business at S. T. A. R. Labs. You had asked to go, to see what your boyfriend was up to all hours of the day, and even nights, but Cisco was smart. He always changed the topic, distracted you with kisses and knowing touches. Damn those sneaky hands of his.

Today was rather usual. Cisco tinkered with new tech for Barry while Caitlin ran diagnostics on her machines. Barry was in the room down the hall to train. Iris and Wally were scanning for any unusual meta activity. All in all it was a pretty peaceful day. Cisco certainly wasn’t complaining, eyes shifting to his phone every so often with each minute that passed.

“Whatcha keep lookin at?” Wally’s voice was unsettlingly close, the Latino boy jumping in shock.

“Dude! Announce yourself!” Cisco huffed, quick to snatch his phone out of sight. “Nothing. Just...waiting for the right time to order some food,” he lied. Apparently it was a pretty bad lie judging by the look he got from the guy.

“Every day for the past few months?” Iris mused from her place at the desk. Cisco glanced to her with a pout. Couldn’t she be on his side? “Cmon Cisco, whose got you all hugged up on your phone?”

“I bet it’s Gypsy,” Wally snickered.

“Is not,” Cisco scoffed. Sure Gypsy was a badass but you....she had nothing on you.

“But it is a girl,” Iris picked up on as she rose to saunter over, cornering the engineer between the siblings.

“I never said that,” Cisco rushed, feeling his palms start to sweat.

“Never said it wasn’t,” Wally smirked.

A soft buzzing turned all eyes onto Cisco’s phone, the latino’s heart pounding in his chest. He tried so hard to keep you a secret and he really didn’t want them to find out — at least not like this.

“Gonna answer that?” Wally hummed, trying to peer at the device that Cisco currently clutched in his clammy hands.

“No!” Cisco huffed, shoving his phone in his pocket to avoid Wally’s prying eyes. He watched the two share a knowing look, their matching smirks not settling well with him. His cover was so blown.

Sighing you stared at your phone as you ended the call when your boyfriend didn’t answer. He was probably busy anyways but you at least wanted to let him know you wouldn’t be able to make it to your date tonight. With no other choice you tapped out a quick message explaining that practice had been extended. Tossing your phone onto a pile of tights, coats and scarves, you stepped back into the studio as your break ended.

“Alright so, I asked you two to stay late for a special project. It’s a duet, a sensual piece and I liked the chemistry you two have together,” your choreographer explained as you joined for friend Matthias. He was a gorgeous dancer and you two had grown close since he joined the company two months ago.

“I’ll teach you the combo tonight and over the next few days we’ll rehearse. I want to film by the weekend,” the man instructed, leading the two of you to the center of the floor. Both of you had eyes on him, concentrated as he began to teach.

-

“Boom boom...ha. Boom boom....uh. Yes. Boom boom.....uh. Drop!” The choreographer vocalized the percussion over the music as he circled you both. Each syncopated beat was sharp, juxtaposed by a soft, subtle flick. Your body was sore, sweaty and tired but you had only just begun. “Dun dun, tick, tick tick, zah!” He clapped as you snapped to the next position, eyes low as you played the part of seductress. Matthias was on now, prowling into the scene with smooth movements, catching the next beat in complementary moves, hands finding hips as you arched against him.

The dance was just as sensual as your choreographer had told, If not more so. Hands flitted over your body in time with the beat, hips rolling in smooth patterns as your arms wound around your partners neck. Your noses brushed as he guided you through patterned steps, a smirk forming on your lips as you twirled away. His hand caught yours, tugging you close once more, hovering just a breath away before you parted into synchronized choreography.

-

Cisco walked with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Admittedly, he’d been disappointed when he got the text about your canceled date, but he’d come up with a flawless idea. Why not bring the date to you! Sure some take out during whatever break you could get wasn’t exactly the height of romance but Cisco was happy just being around you. The two of you were just so busy any little second was better than nothing.

Stepping into the studio, it was easy to find your room — the only one blaring music at ten o’clock at night. When he stepped in however, the last thing he expected to see was you on your back with some guy snaking his way on top of you.

Brown eyes blew wide, lips parting as his jaw dropped. His stomach soured as he stood rooted to the spot, grip tightening on the little plastic bag he held. Who. The. Fuck. Was that?!

-

Hands found Matthias’s shoulders, pushing as you rolled on top of him. Back arching you snaked up, eyes flicking to the far wall, for what reason you weren’t sure. Something just drew your gaze up. Standing there was your boyfriend, grasping a bag of food so tight his knuckles were nearly white. You didn’t notice the look on his face, the mix of anger and pain as he glared at the man beneath you. You only saw Cisco, a squeal echoing in the studio as you jumped up.

“Coco!” The horrendous nickname you had playfully coined for him drew everyone’s attention, bare feet slapping the hard wood as you ran. With one easy leap you nearly tackled the man to the ground, clinging to him as legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. “Oh my god what are you doing here!!?” You cooed, pulling back and pressing your lips to his.

“I’ve got an hour left if that’s okay?” You asked with a hopeful glint in your eye. You could feel the expectant look of your choreographer as you climbed off your boyfriend, who still stood frozen when you’d leapt on to him.

Tearing his gaze away from that guy, god he wanted to punch him in the face, Cisco absently nodded. He knew you danced, that you had partners and sometimes it was touchy but he never realized it was like this! As he stepped back and plopped down by your things to wait, his anger only festered. He watched as that guy touched you, rolled against you. He had his hands all over you and....and you just let him!

Cisco tried to remind himself that it was just a dance, that it wasn’t real, but each time he’d catch his gaze, that stupid jerk was smirking! This was the longest hour of Cisco’s short life and he couldn’t wait for it to be over.

-

“Hey babe,” you breathed as you padded over, finished for the night. You pressed your lips to Cisco’s frowning at the robotic nature in which he returned it. He was stiff, glaring at nothing in particular and far from the quirky man you knew and loved. “....Everything okay?” You asked, eyeing your boyfriend.

“Yeah. Sure. Totally okay over here,” Cisco huffed with a frown. Raising a brow at his response you decided to let it go for now. Whatever issue he was having, the last thing you wanted to do was hash it out at your job.

“Okay then,” you muttered, waving goodbye to your choreographer and hugging Matthias on the way out. You didn’t miss the scoff Cisco gave at the action either.

The atmosphere was just as tense on the ride home, shower, food and a moving later didn’t change a thing. You were getting sick and tired of his shit attitude.

“Alright. Spit it out, what’s wrong with you today?” You sighed, sitting back on the couch as you eyed your boyfriend.

“Nothings wrong,” Cisco lied, knee bouncing anxiously as he frowned at the television. He was trying not to think about it, think about that guys hands on you, about the way you seemed to fit in his grasp so easily. He was tall, muscled, a dancer. You probably got along amazingly and Cisco....Cisco was Cisco! He was a tech nerd at a failed laboratory who lied to you about what he did to keep you safe. Who loved geeky movies and video games. Who didn’t work out, who had two left feet. Who-

“Francisco Ramon,” you snapped his name with a sternness that had him shrinking in his seat. “You’ve been in a shit mood all night and I’m sick of it. Either tell me what’s up with you or-“

Lips covered yours in a hard kiss, hands cradling your cheeks in a tight grasp. Eyes fluttered closed as you instinctively caved, mewling as Cisco’s tongue licked a familiar path into your mouth. This was certainly a staggering turn of events, hands forcing you to the couch as he crawled above you. Desperate kisses rained across your jaw, sliding down your neck to leave bruising hickey’s. His grip was tight on your hips, holding you impossibly close as he marked you with a sharp bite.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, eyes rolling in delight at the rough treatment. Cisco pulled back with a wet smack, shifting to connect your lips once more only to be halted as you gasped for breath. “Not that this isn’t really fucking hot, but....what’s up with you tonight?”

Cisco paused, panting softly from the rough needy kisses you’d shared. Everything was boiling and twisting inside of him, jaw tight as he ground out an annoyed huff. “He....He was all over you today okay!” He blurted out, pushing back and flopping into the couch. “I know it was just a dance, that it’s your job and everything, but god he....he didn’t have to touch you like that!” Cisco ranted. “Him and his stupid height and muscles and dance moves. I bet he doesn’t even know how you like your coffee,” he went off, jumping up as he began to pace. “Or that you talk in your sleep, or that you had a French bull dog named Bosco growing up!” Cisco ranted.

You sat quiet, jaw dropped as you blinked at your boyfriend. You never saw Cisco so worked up before. It was both amusing and arousing, but you needed to catch his attention before he gave himself a hernia with how tense he was. Sighing softly you’d stood in front of your boyfriend, hands catching his shoulders. “Cisco, te amo, pero you need to calm down,” you spoke smoothly, guiding him back to the couch.

Crawling in his lap, your hands come to cup his round cheeks, making him look at you. His brown eyes were wide and unsure, his hands tentative as they touched your waist. “You...mean it?” He asked softly, almost as if he was afraid of your answer.

A smile crawled over your lips as you realized he’d caught on. To be honest it sort of just slipped out but you couldn’t find it within yourself to regret it. “Yes. I mean it. Te amo Coco,” you hummed, giggling at the pout he tried to force.

“I hate that name,” Cisco mumbled, but he still brought you down for a sweet kiss. Your heart fluttered at the contact, kiss breaking only when your smile grew too large to contain.

“I know,” you giggled, hands falling to his shoulders as foreheads rest together.

“I love you, Y/N,” Cisco spoke softly.

“Love you too,” you hummed in return, lips meeting in a loving kiss that sent butterflies erupting in both of your bellies.

[quirkydahlias]

A Plus Ultra! Holiday (Christmas Special) (Everyone x Reader)

The plan was to make a good-hearted fic between class A and B but it’s beyond evident that nonromantic writing just doesn’t appeal too much. So, my gift to everyone is a large headcanon of the characters with the reader on Christmas!

Jesus, help me write this. It’s gonna be a long one.

Akira Shiryoku

Christmas is that time of year for Akira

His chance to break out the cheesy and ugliest Christmas sweaters from his wardrobe and wear them with pride whether you want to or not

“Come on, it looks great!”

“Minty... I know you can’t see, but if you could see what this sweater looks like- let’s just say it’s something even you won’t wear...”

“Haw haw haw!

“...”

“Bet.”

“It’s a ripped Santa with a red bag in his hand.”

“Ooo~! Go on~.”

“The bag is labeled 'Gains' and running shoes and dumbbells are all over this sweater.”

“...What are you talking about? It’s a masterpiece.”

He even gets you a matching pair too! Couples who look like fools together stay together after all

And if he can find one that fits, he’s certain to have Wan wear a sweater as well so he can join in on the fun

One of the best things about the Christmas season is how easy work is for him. There’s just something about the cold that heightens his senses, making the air smell even crisper- his fingertips ever so slightly more sensitive to any and every sensation.

Sure makes tracking the baddies a cakewalk.

Another great thing about the holidays is GIFTING

And boy does this man have fun gifting you and his friends

Of course, he’ll give his favorite people to pick on gag gifts, but he’s always certain to put something they’d actually like alongside his little prank gifts

Still doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck getting a box of sea salt taffy labeled “Ear Wax Cubes”

One drawback of the winter season is the terrain

As much as he enjoys a nice walk with you and Wan, if he’s not careful he’ll probably end up slipping on some ice or snow and face planting or at the very least, tripping a little

“Uh, are you okay Minty?”

“Of course, never better!”

“Then why are you moving so slowly?”

“You said that the ground wasn’t salted. So I’m being... cautious.”

“I think you’re fine, want me to help?”

“Carry me~?”

“... You know what, I think I’ll just hang with you instead...nevermind the fact that I can’t lift you in the first place.”

Ejirou Kirishima

Kirishima loves the holiday season! Nothing warms his heart more than friends and family getting together and having fun before the mark of the New Year.

As a student at UA, he gets a nice week off starting Christmas day to spend time with his friends and loved ones, so of course, he tries to get everyone to stay in the dorms together for Christmas.

“Come on dude, it’s Christmas! How about spending it with (Y/N) and me?”

“Fuck off! Stop trying to get close to me you ass!”

“Aww, come on! It’ll be fun~.”

“My mom doesn’t want me back for Christmas, said something about traveling with my dad out of the country for the weekend.”

“Whoa, you got an answer that quickly? School ended like an hour ago-”

“Shut. It. I’m stuck with you, so cut it out.”

“Sweet! Let me go check if Mina or Sero are staying!”

A handful agreed to his plans- including you, seeing as either their home life wasn’t a very pleasant to return to or nonexistent in the case of Momo.

But for the rest, this was their chance to sign out for the week and spend some time with their parents and make up for lost time

Now, Ejirou had a family to return to as well

But this was the first time he could spend Christmas with his friends!

So naturally, his family pushed him to stay home at the dorms that year

Kirishima isn’t the type to be easily deterred, leading the charge in class 1-A’s celebration of the holidays

And amongst the chaos, he’s certain to drag his friends into helping him plan his gift for you, either by putting together a huge pillow fort in the living room just for the two of you

Or if Katsuki is there, to help him make a nice meal for the two of you to share 

As a pro hero, the holidays are much more hectic for him. Fresh out of high school and college, Kirishima has to patrol in order to catch those ready to steal potential gifts.

It’s for Christmas’ sake.

But family and friends still remain the most important thing to him, so the fledgling pro is certain to bend his schedule backward in order to take Christmas day off and host a nice Christmas party with you, inviting both his family and friends over for a nice time and meal

Fumikage Tokoyami

Darkness has no place during the Christmas season

So, to some extent, our bird boy has no place during the Christmas season

At least, that’s what he likes to think

Celebrating Christmas with him is a real hoot, as he manages to take his dark persona and apply it successfully to such a cheery holiday

For example, he’ll use skull shaped ornaments to decorate a small tree he’s placed in his dorms

Or a pure black or monotone colored Christmas sweater

Just imagine how the Addam’s family would decorate their home

That’s Tokoyami

As a bird hybrid, he picks up small traits that are endearing to any onlookers

So just like crows and ravens during the winter, it’s not too uncommon to see him bundled in a blanket and spending more time “roosting” or napping on or near you

And when caught, he often flushes in embarrassment, finding it to be immature to let those small urges take over

“H-huh?”

“Have a nice nap?”

“Damn it, I fell asleep again, didn’t I?”

“Yep, it’s kinda cute, to be honest. No need to be hard on yourself, Tokoyami.”

“(Y/N). The truest, loneliest moment in one’s life is at the hour they witness their world falleth apart, and all they can do is stareth- expressionless...”

“There, there...can you move your head off my lap though? I think I’m loosing feeling there.”

When Christmas day comes a-knocking, Tokoyami takes the initiative to make breakfast for you, as a small gesture of love and appreciation. 

His gift is usually either something for you to remember him by or something he knew you’d like- either from passing conversation or by knowing you well enough

And once the sun sets, he’s ready for his big surprise.

Preparing some popcorn and some hot chocolate (with a convenient straw for him), Fumikage is ready to introduce you to his annual Christmas tradition

Watching the Night Before Christmas

Hawks

This guy is super busy

And the holidays are certainly no exception

But there’s just something about working during the cold, wintry seasons that really makes him warm on the inside, as odd as it may sound.

Maybe it’s the lovely views he can see from above and in the skies

Or perhaps its the cold air, the dense air allowing him to fly faster and with ease

Or it’s how cute you look bundled up from head to toe

“Nice look, (Y/N)~! You should keep up the look year round.”

“Ha. ha. You look ridiculous in your winter costume too, so don’t you give me that look Hawks~!”

“Ouch, my pride! And for your information, I definitely rock the extra feathers.”

“Uh huh. Sure.”

Living life on the fast lane, he’s confident that he can finish his patrols in time to spend a nice night with you on Christmas, probably ordering some fried chicken and browsing the TV for some sort of Christmas special to watch together.

However, should you be out and about too, either because of hero work or just because you happen to be when he’s finished with work, he makes a spontaneous decision to cancel all your Christmas plans for something much, much better

“HAWKS!”

“Well hello to you too, baby~.”

“You can’t just p i c k me up off the ground out of nowhere!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, can one of you guys grab (Y/N)’s things and drop them off at the office on your way out? Thanks, seeya,haveaniceChristmas!”

“Oh my goodness-”

“Hey, hey. Calm down a little (Y/N), I stopped flying up. Although...I wasn’t even going at my full speed, you know~?”

“Speed doesn’t matter! We’re hundreds of feet in the air! Not to mention the fact that you just ditched your sidekicks with all my Christmas shopping too!”

“We were just wrapping up anyway and you just happened to be in the area, its fate if I do dare say so myself~.”

“This is kinda kidnapping if I do dare say so myself~.”

“Oooh, great comeback. It’s good to see your sense of humor alive and well~.”

“You’re just lucky you’re charming. Why am I up here anyway?”

“Well, I heard from a little bird that Disney was having the parade a few miles away. And nothing’s stopping us from giving it a flyby, what do you say?”

“...You could’ve just asked me if I wanted to go from the start. Like a normal person.”

“Yeah, I definitely could... but where’s the fun in that? You’re cute when you’re scared~.”

Himiko Toga

The truest Christmas tragedy is being a villain during the holiday season

Not only are heroes crawling all over the place, catching petty thieves and criminals left and right

But surveillance is super high!

Don’t get Toga started on all the long lines and waiting that one has to endure during this Christmas season.

Unlike her colleagues, she has the ability to go about in public as long as she’s wearing a person’s identity

So for this holiday, she finds a pretty girl to knockout and kidnap, draining her of a substantial amount of blood before locking the poor girl somewhere so she can drag you out for a night of fun and mayhem in the town

First on the list is some thief, to get your her Christmas shopping done!

There’s no way she’ll want to put you in danger, as the love of her life, but she’s certain to use you in other ways to get what she wants.

“Oh (Y/N)~! Could you pretty please distract the manager when we walk into the store? I want to snag that pretty watch!”

“For me or for you?”

“Either one works! Now go, go, go, go! It might get a little bloody in the back hehehe~!”

Another thing on her to-do list for Christmas is a romantic walk to admire all the lovely decorations and lights. Something that, thankfully, requires no crime or villainy.

At least it shouldn’t

But eventually, you’re forced to persuade her to not steal an innocent’s cat-themed decorations.

And the final docket on her Christmas list is to do something “nice” to ensure that she’s on Santa’s nice list this year although it’s highly doubtful that one good deed would cancel about all her wrongdoings.

Not to mention the fact that she legitimately believes in Santa, though that could easily be because everyone is a little fearful of breaking the bad news to her.

Her good deeds can range from freeing the poor girls she kidnaps or buying (with her own money), gifts for all her friends and of course- you!

“Merry Christmas!”

“Thanks, Himiko! Er...what is it?”

“You’ve gotta open it to find out, silly!”

“...It’s not a human heart again, right?”

“Gross, that’d be boring. Hurry, hurry! I want to see your reaction!”

“Alright, you can stop bouncing, haha.”

“...well?”

“It’s a nice jacket, fits me well too. But, isn’t this the same jacket that girl you kidnapped had on?”

“Maybeee? She didn’t seem to mind giving it to me when I asked nicely, I didn’t even have to pull out my little knife either!”

Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi loves the winter season

It’s just a great excuse to sleep in for him or laze about like a cat

Unlike many others, already planning their holidays with loved ones and friends, he lacks one because of his relocation to the dorms and the other because of the stigma surrounding his quirk

Even after joining into the hero program, he feels iffy around his few found “friends”, wanting nothing more than to train nonstop through the holidays and ignore those who chose to remain behind during the winter break.

And as dead set as Shinsou is, wanting to do anything to rise to the top and become a great hero, you can easily see the burnout in his eyes

So Christmas is a yearly endeavor to rescue him from his own work ethic, coaxing the purple haired boy with cats and naps

“Hey, Shinsou?”

“Hmm? What is it (Y/N)?”

“You’ve been training with that punching bag for the past two hours, want to take a tiny break?”

“You know I’d love to-”

“Cats.”

“...excuse me?”

“I got you a cat for Christmas. Mr. Aizawa said you could keep in your dorm.”

“Heh, either I’m too easy to read, or you know me better than I thought. You win, (Y/N).”

“Nothing out of the ordinary~! See you downstairs, Shinsou- got a cup of hot chocolate with your name on it.”

Another thing that he really enjoys is a nice bike ride to blow some steam

Granted, the streets are slippery and icy, but he has a pair of tires built for it

So Christmas night, you two sign out and take a long bike ride around the city, taking in the atmosphere and bright lights, Shinsou taking in far more than the sights

“Heh.”

“Oh? What are you snickering about, Shinsou~?

“We passed some lady on her phone a few blocks back, apparently, she was just cheated on. Her boyfriend was caught going out with her cousin, of all people.”

“How scandalous~!”

“Right? The things people say when they don’t think others are listening...”

Hizashi Yamada

Christmas may be super busy for all heroes during this time of year

But he may have pulled one of the shortest sticks when it comes to working during the holidays

Without a doubt, he can expect to hear his station manager call in and request for him to do a Christmas show, which means that he’ll have to stay up all night for Christmas and thus, not with you

And it’s not like he can just say “no” to his fans! So he humbly apologizes to you each year, always reassuring to you that he’ll make it up in spades the next day

And like many popular musicians, Mic’s radio show releases a cover of some classic Christmas song- sung, of course, by yours truly~!

It’s amusing to many of his friends, to hear both Mic’s voice on the radio, and to receive a copy of his Christmas album for the holidays

That alone produces a multitude of amusing reactions from both friends and family, Aizawa calling you to ask you to stop Hizashi and Midnight calling, on the other hand, to encourage you to continue pushing him to do his thing

Midnight even tried to get the voice hero to sing a cover of Santa Baby so she can have a good laugh for Christmas

Needless to say, he refused.

As for you, it’s often your tradition to listen in on his radio show, lounging around the house and enjoying the holiday air.

Even if staying at home during the holidays isn’t your thing, he’s always certain to make sure that you’re listening in on his radio show as his number one fan and partner!

Not just to show your support, but for you to listen in on his side of your little Christmas tradition

“Alright, alright listeners! Sorry to interrupt the scheduled programming and don’t worry, we’ll get back to more Christmas cheer and chill music as soon as possible. But first, a small announcement to a special listener out there! Now I know I do this every year, but I just gotta send out some good vibes over to my lovely (Y/N)! Hope you’re enjoying the holidays, even if I’m not over there with ya! Wait on me, baby, I’m coming home soon!”

When he does return home, it’s past Christmas and around 2:00 AM.

By that point, if you’ve fallen asleep, he’s happy to turn in with you, carrying you to your shared room and plopping into bed with you 

But if you’ve managed to keep yourself awake, he has your gift in hand, ready to spend a few more hours with you before the two of you physically can’t continue maintaining consciousness.

Inasa Yoarashi

He is the living embodiment of a kid on Christmas during the holidays

He loves everything about the holidays!

The lovely, soft snow

The bright lights and festive cheer in the air during this time of year!

E V E R Y T H I N G

He goes all out too, even trying his hand at baking Christmas sugar cookies for you and all his friends, just because he feels like he’s gotta do his part and spread the cheer around for the holidays

And there’s just something about his passion and the holidays that makes him even more infectious than usual

I mean, can you really say no to someone as bright and polite as Inasa offering you a plate of cookies?

Determined to do it without help, he always tries his best to look for something you’d like on Christmas. It’s, at least to him, the best way for him to test how much he really knows you and your tastes and by proxy, how attentive he is a boyfriend

Should he succeed, he’ll be a-glow with pride and happiness for the rest of the evening

Should he fail, however, he slams his forehead into the ground bowing for your forgiveness, hoping that his gift didn’t offend you

Buying a gift for him, on the other hand, is the easiest thing to do in the world.

And that’s not an exaggeration in the slightest

Hell, you could buy him a pack of crayons and he’ll thank you with sincerity and earnest in his voice, spending the rest of the day coloring and drawing with you

Give it a week’s time before he’s showing you his pretty amazing artwork and thanking you for inspiring him to dabble in a new skill and hobby

What would really make his holiday is you showing your love for him in some way, as his love for passion extends to you as well.

“Merry Christmas, Inasa!”

“Whoa! What is this, (Y/N)?”

“I saw you browsing for this online a few months ago, but it was super expensive, so it took me a while to make the money to-”

“I LOVE IT!”

“Haha, I’m super glad you’re excited, but you haven’t opened the box yet, Inasa!”

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is the hard work- the love, you put into getting me this gift! So please accept my humble thanks, (Y/N)! You truly are the best partner I could ever ask for!”

“Jeez, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Your welcome, now open it up! I want to see your reaction myself.”

Izuku Midoriya

Christmas for Izuku was usually spent with his mother, the green haired boy having a nice meal with his mother and receiving his gifts- usually the latest All Might merch before leaving to see the heroes work during the night, patrolling the streets and saying “hello” to fans as they conduct their patrols

But now, he’s attending UA

So Christmas for him is a little different.

As he is the subject of plenty of conflicts, either with his quirk or his involvement in many of the serious altercations throughout the year...

USJ attack, Training camp attack, Katsuki Bakugou’s rescue, etc, etc.

It was highly recommended that he stay on campus for the break

The school, however, was generous enough to bring his mother to him, giving her a visitor’s pass and allowing her to spend her holiday with her dear boy

This is also his first Christmas with you, so he’s excited to have two of the people he loves the most with him

Gifting for him is a no-brainer during the holidays, both Inko and you pairing together to get him a pricey piece of All Might merch

And boy, his face when he sees his gift 

P r i c e l e s s

There has never been a face more adorable than an Izuku Midoriya in awe

Being the dork that he is, his gifts for you are similar, in the sense that he appeals to what he knows you like.

Even with the perfect gift in hand, his presentation needs a little work

“Oh, hey Deku!”

“H-hey, (Y/N)! Um...here! I hope you like this gift I got you!”

“Ooo, what is it?”

“I know you love that character, I think it was from a movie we watched a few months ago? So I found some nice merch that I figured that you’d like. Um. You like it, right?”

“Of course! But um, Deku?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you wrap this yourself?”

“I did...it’s not that obvious, is it?”

“You used three pieces of tape to keep this flap down and the bow is a little crooked.”

“Oh jeez, it’s bad, isn’t it? I’m sorry, (Y/N)...”

“Oh no, it’s lovely Deku! I love it~. It’s very you~.”

“That can be taken to many places.”

“All positive, I swear. It’s cute~.”

Katsuki Bakugou

This guy is a little Scrooge during the holidays

Big surprise

But it’s not because he hates Christmas or the whole be nice and give presents to others bit of the holiday

He just dislikes the excessive noise

Even the slightest thing, if repeated over and over again can irritate this ash blonde. Usually, it applies to the chattering of his classmates or friends or Deku’s overbearing determination

But for the holidays? It’s all the noise that the city has to offer

From the increased traffic, both pedestrian and otherwise

To the fireworks and parades

As a guy who appreciates a good night’s rest, he is displeased.

So for Christmas, he spends it at UA to escape from the noise, happy to have some peace and quiet with the majority of the student body leaving for the holidays

And with you, it’s even better. The metaphorical icing on top of the cake

Speaking of food, this expert chef automatically puts himself in charge of any Christmas cooking. Not because he’s being nice, though that does play a part in it, but because he’s not gonna trust anyone with being able to make food efficiently for those remaining in the dorms.

“Come on Bakugou, you can just leave the slicing to me!”

“No.”

“Why not, I wanna help a little, you can’t just do all the cooking!”

“Last time you wanted to help, you used your own hands to cut the fucking food. Go fuck off to the couch, shitty hair.”

“Oof, you won’t even say my name anymore, my feelings are kinda hurt, dude.”

“Fuck. Off.”

“Why do you let (Y/N) help? That’s unfair!”

“Because I trust they won’t do anything as unsanitary as cutting food with their bare hands. Unlike y o u.”

It was one time! And I swear, my hands were washed!”

When it comes to gift giving, Katsuki is surprisingly very good at it.

Even when it seems like he’s irritated and not listening to the words coming out of your mouth, the fact that he always picks up on your interests and dislikes well enough to pick you the perfect gift speaks volumes otherwise

As for gifting Katsuki anything, the blonde will behave in a rather tsundere manner, huffing and telling you that he doesn’t want anything every. Single. Damn. Year.

Honestly, just get him something practical, he can appreciate it much more than trying your chances with a random, generic gift.

But if you know him well enough, gifting him some mountain climbing gear is the key to his heart.

“Hey, Katuski.”

“What?”

“Oh come on, wipe that frown off of your face. Merry Christmas~.”

“...”

“It’s a-”

“I know what it fucking is. It’s a Black Diamond Viper Ice Axe.”

“Ooo, you know your stuff~. I figured you’d like it.”

“...thanks.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

Kyoka Jirou

Kyoka’s house is filled to the brim with music during the holidays

And it’s not those songs you’d hear on the radio or on TV specials

Oh no

Her family makes their own music

And with her bringing you over for the first time for the holidays

You get to make your own music

Her dad will be the first one to try and coax you into grabbing the mic and singing karaoke with you

Her mother will be the first one to see if you can play any instruments and provide the instrumental for a handful of Christmas songs

And Jirou will be the first one to want this entire holiday to be over from pure embarrassment at her overbearing parent’s behavior

But it’s a jovial time in the Jirou household

And if anything, you’ll leave the house knowing how to play two to three more instruments then when you entered. 

So that’s a plus.

Gifts in the Jirou family usually are music based, so you can easily expect your gifts to be the same

Jirou however, takes Christmas to be a little more sentimental with her gift, although she knows full well that doing so in her household will lead to another huge wave of embarrassment

But for you?

“Yo, (Y/N).”

“What is it, Kyoka?”

“Merry Christmas, I...got you something.”

“Is this an album? A weird cover. I don’t even see the band on it.”

“Oh, it’s probably just-”

“Hey, give it over here! We’ll play it and see if we can figure out the musican~. Kyoka’s father is very good at discerning these things, you know?”

“NO. MOM. We absolutely don’t need to-”

“...Hey, er.. Kyoka. Is that your voice.”

“Kill me now.”

Mirio Togata

Oh boy, does this guy love to play jokes during the holidays

Nothing ill-intentioned, of course, just harmless gag gifts and playful behavior from this little angel

For example, he’d throw a snowball, striking you directly in the back of your head and because of his quirk, there was no way you could hit him back.

That is- until he ends up hopping around trying to get his clothes back on in the middle of the frigid cold

Honestly, it’s one of the more amusing sights to behold when it comes to Mirio Togata

However, he doesn’t have his quirk forever.

Losing it was a huge blow to him, both physically and mentally.

But if given the change, he’d do it over and over again if that meant that he could save Eri from Chisaki

That doesn’t mean that he’s immune to the long-term effects, however, the snow and cheer bringing back memories that make his heartache

Depressing feelings pushed aside, Mirio is determined to make sure every holiday with you is as special and fun as it was when he had his quirk.

Sure, the playing field is even when you two have snowball fights

And sure, Mirio can’t playfully threaten to get some sneak peeks at this year’s presents

But in place of that, he gets to help Eri make her first Christmas- her first real Christmas a special one.

And he enlists you to help him do it.

“What do little girls like anyway (Y/N)?”

“How should I know?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if she’s had many toys. Maybe a doll?”

“That’s a good idea Mirio, but remember, you bought her one for her birthday a while ago. Doing it again would be a little...lazy.”

“You’re right... maybe a cute dress?”

“I think Mic and Aizawa said something about taking her out to pick out her winter clothes.”

“Darn. Hey, look at this. What do you think about it?”

“I like it, but I don’t think Eri would.”

“Well, let me buy it for you. Think of it as a thank you for helping me, and... as an apology. I know you were looking forward to spending some time together this year, (Y/N)”

“Mirio, you don’t have to apologize for anything, I’m happy to be here. Besides, I don’t know about you, but we’re kinda spending time together already.”

“Haha, alright. Let me just go to check out, keep on searching, alright (Y/N)?”

Momo Yaoyorozu

On occasion, her parents and Momo move out of the country to their winter home for winter break- somewhere warm and tropical, to escape the bitter cold.

However, those are rarities 

Most years, Christmas for her has always been a bit... empty

Not in a physical sense, however, as she was raised in a spacious home. So she’s comfortable with a large estate to roam around in.

What does bother her is her family

Both her parents are especially busy during the holidays and often leave her with a ton of presents and call it a day with a small voicemail when she wakes on Christmas day

And she’s forever thankful for their yearly generosity

But...

Every time she looks on the television or takes a walk amongst the public, her eyes are drawn to the families holding hands and crossing the street.

Or the couples snuggling on a bench, warm drinks in hand.

Living at UA has changed all that for the better.

She’s surrounded by friends, some even staying with her for the break in the dormitory

And she has you. Someone who’s able to fill the void of the holidays, even if all her friends did leave for the break

Unable to ship her friends expensive gifts like a summer home up north or their own speedboat, Momo opts to keep her shopping small, visiting the mall and various department stores with you to pick out gifts for everyone.

And man, the moment she stepped into the mall, Momo was in awe.

“Oh my goodness! (Y/N)!”

“Hmm? What is it? Did you find something for Sato?”

“No, no, no. Look! This pretty dress is so cheap!

“Um, Momo, that’s 8,300 yen. Even with the discount.”

“I know, isn’t it amazing? I wonder how many other items offer in the shops here. Oh my, look at the clearance table!”

“Did you find a good deal?”

“I can’t believe these socks cost 100 yen. Could we please purchase a whole box of them?”

“For everyone?”

“Er...yes?

“Momo, what are you going to do with all those socks?”

“Use...them?”

“We grab a bundle, maybe pass a few packs to the other girls if they need any. Let’s move on, alright?”

“That sounds fair. I’m sorry for getting too excited.”

“It’s not a problem at all, it’s pretty amusing to see how excited you are holiday shopping~”

Naomasa Tsukauchi

Naomasa is astonished at how many villains try their luck every year, trying to commit crimes amongst the heightened police force, increased scrutiny against criminals, and increased hero presence in the streets.

And unsurprised at the amount who fail

He’s a little disappointed, wanting to spend his Christmas day with you and kicking back a little, but duty calls

However, he has a lifeline in his sister, entrusting Makoto to entertain you during the day with her company, though he knows that could easily go south with her rather strong will and penchant for trouble

Nevertheless, he knows you’ll be relatively amused around her for the time being while he files villain after villain into police custody

Once he does manage to escape the confines of work, he knows that he has to make it up with you somehow

And what better way than with food?

So he grabs some fried chicken and cakes and heads home

Entering the apartment the two of you share is always a gamble.

Either everything is just where it needs to be, meaning that his sister ruined something and the two of you spent time fixing the house

Or the place is overly decorated from the closet space to the bathroom in holiday decorations

Which meant that he had let her spend too much time in his house.

But regardless of the state of the house when he arrives, he’s always happy to see your face, wanting to give you your gift immediately 

However, he manages to resist the urge, opting to settle down first

But once he is settled and the three of you are sitting in the living room, his sister always wants to make a game out of his gifts and make you guess what’s inside before you open it.

“Okay, okay, you go (Y/N).

“Is it jewelry?”

“Nope.”

“He’s telling the truth. Next question.”

“Is it clothing?”

“No.”

“That’s a fat lie.”

“Naomasa!”

“It’s not really clothing...”

“Oooo! Is it lingerie?”

“Makoto! NO. It’s not!”

“Booooo. Boring”

“Wait, then what is it, dear?”

“Accessories. I just thought you’d like them.”

“And while you’re opening that one, I’ll grab the next present!”

“Can we not play this game, sister dear?”

“...Nah. We’re definitely playing this game.”

Nejire Hadou

Neijre loves gift giving!

It doesn’t have to be the holidays, just the act of giving someone something and seeing their face light up fills her little heart with joy

And now she has a special someone to gift things for the holidays~

Another great thing about gifting people stuff is you can gauge their likes and dislikes from their reactions and for the sake of doing just that, she gifts you a ton of small gifts ranging from the normal to the obscure

“Merry Christmas!”

“Thanks, Hadou, but this is the 14th present you’ve...”

“Do you like it?”

“Neijre.”

“Yesss~?”

“You bought me uranium ore.”

“I know! You’d be surprised to see what you can buy online these days.”

“What am I supposed to do with this??? Isn’t it, you know, radioactive???”

“Yep! Dangerously so! But the container says that it’s safe inside there and that there’s only a tiny amount.”

“Well, thank you? I guess?”

“It’s no problem, do you want me to get you it again for next year?”

“Please don’t. I love you. But please.”

“Wow, you really don’t like uranium. Do you have particular elements you like or are you just afraid of the radioactivity?”

“No and yes?”

“...interesting. Carry on!”

Weird gifts aside, she’s always jumping at the chance to drink her favorite tea and what better time than during the coldest months of the year? And with strawberry shortcake too!

These little tea parties of hers are an annual occurrence, a bit of a Christmas tradition between her and all her friends, and you by proxy

In fact, a lot of her friends will either bake their own goods or buy complimentary sweets, the entire group huddling together under a kotatsu to chatter amongst themselves about everything from everyone’s individual holiday plans to the latest occurrences in the hero world, be it new upcoming heroes or the latest line of support gear

Once her parties are over, however, there still leaves a ton of sweets and goods left over. So she naturally, drags them and you to the bed to snuggle and relax, taking in the latest specials on TV and watching the parades that go by.

Overall, it’s an uncharacteristically quiet end to such a cheery holiday and with one of the most cheery girls in the UA too.

But it’s a lovely one.

Nemuri Kayama

Romance and Christmas in Japan go hand in hand

So Midnight, of course, is excited to see the holiday season arrive in Japan

Although she has plenty of hero work lined up ahead for her in addition to whatever work she has as a teacher, she does her best to make time for you during the holidays because she would want you to do the same for her

Using her contacts, she manages to hook the two of you up with a reservation for two in a fancy restaurant, enjoying the entire process of dolling up for your little Christmas date

“Oooh, red or white?”

“Hmm, both look pretty nice on you, Nemuri.”

“Why thank you, darling~...But really, which one?”

“Red. It matches with the holiday.”

“Good choice~. Now to find the perfect jewelry to match the outfit.”

“Do I look okay?”

“Of course you do, (Y/N) could do no wrong~. Okay. I take it back. You need to change up your outfit. You have to match me.”

“Ha ha ha, alright. Is it because we’re a couple?”

“Is there any better reason~?”

When the two of you do go out, however, Nemuri enjoys teasing you along the way, pointing to the storefront of a boutique and asking your opinion on which lingerie set would suit her more

She’s also fond of embarrassing you, showing a little more PDA than ought to be shown just to see you blush in front of strangers

There’s just something about your embarrassment and flushed face that makes her heart flip~

But date aside, Nemuri is fond of dragging the two of you out to bother her coworkers during the holidays

Whether it's going out with Vlad and 13 for some bar food or dropping my Eraser and Mic’s place for drinks and good old fashioned fun, it’s bound to be a good time with Midnight around

Once Christmas ends, however, the exhaustion of traveling around, shopping, and visiting friends finally gets to Nemuri, the pro hero reluctantly beginning to feel her age as she prepares a nice cup of tea to lounge with

Honestly, it’s not an uncommon sight to see her passed out on the couch, booze, and food finally putting her to rest for the night.

Of course, she could always reserve herself and celebrate with moderation, but the two of you wouldn’t have your holidays any other way

Ochaco Uraraka

Cakes, sweets, and more

That’s what Christmas is about for Ochaco

Her family is by no means rich, so she’s learned to spend her money during the season on more practical items then on luxury goods.

For her father, she’ll buy some multivitamins that were on sale so he can continue to work hard without sacrificing his nutrition

And for her mother, she’ll snag a nice coat that was on sale, even if it doesn’t fit her mother exactly right in the hopes that she stays warm during the winter months

And for you, she’ll buy practical goods like shampoo and conditioner, choosing scents that she thinks would suit you the best

As frugal as she may be during the season, it’s not too hard to deviate her from her normal habits

All you need are sweets and cakes

Because Christmas is a holiday where cake is almost a requirement, many bakeries naturally put their goods on sale to attract more customers

Therefore, the lines are egregiously long (as if it could deter someone as persistent as Ochaco though from joining the rest of the masses in getting their cakes for the holidays)

She will not hesitate to go the extra mile and leave the house early on Christmas day to grab a cake for the both of you (mostly her) to enjoy.

Her love for sweets, if anything, makes her really easy to shop for.

Just beware, buying anything too pricey will without a doubt, backfire and make her feel really, really bad since she’ll compare her store-bought cake to whatever you’ve gotten her

Moving away from gifts and cakes entirely, the holidays are also a time for loved ones to get together

But for Ochaco, that was never the case

Her parents were busy people after all, and demand for workers only grew during the holiday season as more and more people took leave from the workforce 

Ochaco didn’t mind, however. She genuinely didn’t. To her, this was a good opportunity for her parents to make money

Besides, she had you

And her friends of course~! She could never forget about them

Inviting Deku, Iida, and the rest of her friends over to her house, Ochaco often moves to display all the cakes she bought with some tea for her annual flow of guests to enjoy with her, the sweets and company lighting up her small home

“Oh my, what a quaint home!” 

“Thanks, Momo! Sit down, (Y/N) helped me slice up all the cake for everyone. Strawberry or chocolate?”

“Strawberry, please. I heard you had cake so I was hoping that the tea I brought would be adequate.”

“...How expensive is this box?? (Y/N)! Look! It even has jewels on it!”

“It has been sitting in the kitchen cupboards for a while, so I figured that the two of you could ensure that the leaves aren’t put to waste.”

“We will! Oh, thanks (Y/N)! Here, take this slice, Momo. Merry Christmas~!”

Shouta Aizawa

The holidays just aren’t his thing

It was nice to get a break from work and to be away from his students for a while...but all he did was nap around the house. 

Doesn’t really make for an exciting holiday for you in all honesty

He’ll still get you gifts every year, so that’s a plus. But his gifts, for the most part, are all practical gifts, the man preferring to gift you something to help you with your career than something like accessories or fanciful gifts

He doesn’t mind if you don’t get him anything too, simply because he’s well aware of the fact that he’s a hard person to shop for. 

Honestly, get this man some fluffy blanket and he’ll be satisfied 

And as the Christmas day dies down, it’s his own little tradition to take a few gin and tonics and relax with you in the living room, just enjoying your presence in a blissful silence

And thus, ending your holidays on a quiet note

However, everything changes the year he adopted Eri

Well... the year the school adopted Eri

She had celebrated Christmas before, even receiving presents from a few of Chisaki’s goons

But with all the terrible memories surrounding her life under Overhaul's guardianship, she was in dire need of new, better Christmas memories

So naturally, Aizawa was placed with the task to oversee her safety and happiness for the holidays

Not wanting to involve you too much with his pro hero work like this, he tries to do everything himself

And for a person who doesn’t care too much for the holidays, he gets a surprising amount of progress done before eventually falling short and being forced to request your assistance

“Um...Shouta?”

“Yo.”

“What is that?”

“...a present.”

“Why didn’t you get the store to wrap it? It looks a little... tight.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean, (Y/N)?”

“Honey. Sweetheart. Love. You tie people up for a living. I think that poor present is unrippable.”

“...Damn it. Can you hand me my knife? It’s my costume.”

“’Course, as long as you tell me what all this is for~.”

“Work.”

“Come on, Shou! I know you want to keep ‘home life separate from work life' but I’m i n v e s t e d now. Please?”

“...It’s for a little girl the school adopted, Eri.”

“The school? Or you?”

“...”

“Wait, is this the one from the Hassaikai Raid you told me about??”

“Yeah. I’m put in charge of making her Christmas...special.”

“Okay, I’m not taking no for an answer, I’m helping~.”

“Do what you want.”

And so began your involvement in Eri’s Christmas, Aizawa splitting up the work with you and leaving the wrapping to you for the most part

A couple of days before Christmas hits, he takes both of you out to shop for winter clothes for Eri, the little one taking an immediate shine to her adoptive father’s lover.

It was as if the three of you were like a real family

Once Christmas arrived, Eri was brought to your home, the little girl gawking at not only the presence of her friends and heroes, Mirio and Deku, but the numerous presents hidden underneath a beautifully decorated tree, the rest of the house decorated to perfection (Thanks to your help)

While she caught up with the two boys, Aizawa pulls you to the side to get some much-needed air on the balcony

“Here.”

“What is it, Aizawa? Is this a present?”

“Just open it.”

“...It’s... a necklace?

“Put it on.”

“Thank you, really. It’s lovely.”

“Eri suggested to me when we were shopping yesterday.”

“That’s...honestly the cutest thing in the world. But why would she suggest this, it’s pretty incomplete-”

“...”

“Shouta. Is this one of those split necklaces? For couples? Are you wearing the other half?”

“Yes...don’t look at me like that (Y/N), you know I can’t wear it to work. It’d be too dangerous.”

“I know, I know~. This is honestly the sweetest thing you’ve ever given me, thank you~.”

“It’s for helping me with all this.”

“Righttt. And that red face is just because of the cold. See you inside, Aizawa. Merry Christmas~.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Hey.”

“What?”

“What happened to the cat decoration we put outside?”

Shouto Todoroki

Shouto has always favored the cold simply because it reminds him of his mother

The white snow reminding him of better times with his siblings, his sister keeping the boys from getting too rowdy and overzealous while he happily watched from the sidelines

But those days are long gone.

If anything, he still looks forward to the holidays because of the infamous busy schedule of many pro heroes- his father taken out of the picture on an annual basis

Nothing is set in stone, his sister’s insistence that he come home for the holidays already setting off alarms in his head

Was his father going to be home for Christmas?

Not wanting to deal with that mess, he politely declined his sister’s invitation to come home and remained at the dorm

It was nice, to be with you and his friends for the holidays

It was also a little surprising to see how many stayed behind during the holidays, didn’t they have families to visit this time of year?

Just musing about his friend’s family, however, brought back the thoughts of his own family

It was awfully cold out. Though his mother was more acclimated to the cold than most, he hoped she turned up the heat in her room and drank warm liquids to keep her healthy

“Shouto?”

“...”

“Todoroki.”

“I’m sorry, I was just in thought.”

“Is it about your family again?”

“My mother.”

“You worried about her?”

“A little. I just hope she’s doing alright. The post is a little slow during the holiday season.”

“Maybe we could visit her? Ooo! We could buy her a nice gift!”

“...that’s a lovely idea, (Y/N). Let’s do it.”

And so the two of you set out one day during the break to go shopping for possible Christmas gifts 

That’s where the two of you were met with a dead end.

“So, what does she like?”

“...I’m not sure.”

“Really? What do you talk about when you’re with her?”

“Me, mostly. She always wants to hear about my progress in school and about my friends and you.”

“Darn it. Maybe a cake?”

“What flavor?”

“...ughhh. Shopping is the worst.”

“Don’t worry, we can figure something out.”

Eventually, the both of you decided that the gift should be of sentimental value. Something that helps her connect more to the ones she loves, her children.

But that meant that you’d have to brave his household.

Shouto’s family was accommodating enough, both of you skirting around Enji in order to search the house for something, anything to gift Rei

And that’s when you found it.

Up in the attic were pictures. Tons of them. All stuffed into a makeshift album, something Rei or Fuyumi must have kept. Everything ranging from Shouto’s first steps to Fuyumi’s first time at the train station was photographed and sealed away in the pages of the book.

After giving a rather informal goodbye to his sister, blatantly ignoring his father, Shouto walked right out the front door, Fuyumi knowing full well where he was headed with that old book shoved under his arm

“Hmm, it’s late... who’s there? Shouto?”

“Hello, mother. Merry Christmas...I hope you like it.”

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Ugh, being a hero sucks.

Especially when so much good food is on display and all you want is to ditch patrol and go grab something to eat

But Fat Gum takes his work seriously, so he forgoes the snacks and patrols the streets, a silent source of reassurance for the passing civilians going shopping

“Taishiro!”

“Huh? Oh hey, (Y/N)! How are you doin’?

“Great! I figured you’d be hungry so I grabbed some dango for you- it was a two for one special~!”

“Whoa! That’s amazing! Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best~!”

“How long are you going to be on patrol for?”

“Eh, Tamaki said that he heard that I was off at 10 tonight.”

“Heard?”

“Kid was too shy to ask my replacement or his sidekick about it”

“Well. Maybe I could grab you some food while you patrol?”

“Is this really how you wanna spend your holiday, (Y/N)? You could go home and get out of the cold.”

“I think I’d like to spend Christmas with the person I love the most. Besides, if any trouble happens, I’ll get out of line and out of sight, alright?”

“...fine. Just promise me one thing.”

“Sure, what’s that?”

“You’re gonna go home if you get too cold, I don’t think getting sick during the holidays is what you want this year, ha ha ha.”

“Reasonable. You have yourself a deal~.”

So for the majority of the Christmas day was spent with you accompanying him along with his patrols, Taishiro happy to cough up the yen for you to get yourself (and him) food and drinks as you two walked the streets

Once it did get late or once you had enough of the cold and left, Fat Gum was certain to bring home all the food his office got- thank you’s and gifts of appreciation from his fans, all edible.

“Whoa! how did you get all this food up the stairs?”

“Amajiki helped me, good kid. Gave him a cake and sent him home for the night.”

“I have some of your favorite specials recorded and some hot chocolate ready by the way. It’s on the counter.”

“You really are the best! Thanks (Y/N), Merry Christmas!”

“Come on, we can sort through the treats later. Grab a cake and meet you on the couch.”

“Roger that!”

Tamaki Amajiki

Oh jeez

Why are there so many people out and about during the holidays

Living in Musutafu, he figured that he’d be used to the hustle and bustle of the city, but it just isn’t the case for someone as shy and anxious as he is

His friend, Mirio, does his best every year to try and pull the introvert out of his shell a little, getting him to go out for lunch at a nearby cafe that was hosting a holiday special or to go catch a movie or two with him

But this year, Mirio was busy with Eri and his family, leaving the two of you to celebrate Christmas together instead

Wanting to try and be a good partner to you, he figured that he should do something for the holidays. Maybe a date or a nice present would suffice.

And as great as those ideas were, it was the execution that had him all flustered

Should it be food? Was food a good gift? Fruit maybe?

Or maybe you’re secretly allergic to something? What if he accidentally gives it to you!?

He’d love to take you out on a date, but most places are so packed, everything is reservation only

Which means that he’d have to talk to someone. A. Real. Person.

He’d have to talk to them over the phone and ahhh! It’s too much!

Deciding that celebrating the conventional way wasn’t going to work out very well, he opted to order everything he needed and have it delivered to his house, inviting you over for a small date

“Hey, Tamaki! You sounded a little panicked on the phone, are you alright?”

“I-I did? Oh...I was trying to ask you out on a date...”

“Haha, that part I understood. I didn’t get the rest though since you mumbled the rest as fast as possible before hanging on me.”

“Sorry, (Y/N). I’ll work on that. Do you want to, er, come in?”

“Sure, are we headed out for our date or is this an indoorsy one?”

“I wanted to stay in for the holidays, everywhere else is just too much.”

“Hey, it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to leave the house! Please look at me, Tamaki. Aww, your cheeks are all red~.”

“(Y/N), you can stop teasing me now. I don’t know how much my heart can take...”

“Alright, alright. I’ll have mercy. Let’s go cuddle on the couch, I brought your gift over and I want to see what you think of it.”

Unsurprisingly, staying inside and out of the cold turned out to be a pretty good idea, Tamaki making mental note to do it more often when the winter months rolled around.

When it came time to give you your gift, he was certain to choose something he absolutely, 100% knew you liked or wanted.

That way, he decreased the likelihood of having that awkward situation where you’d reluctantly accept a person’s present just to be polite!

Seeing your positive reactions to his various presents just helps to build up his confidence year after year, eventually helping the hero voluntarily choose to spend the holiday with large groups of friends and even in crowded public areas

Tenya Iida

With his brother in a wheelchair and forced into early retirement, Tenya wants to forgo everything and everyone else in his life during the holidays to return home and be there for his older brother

But shutting out everything isn’t going to help him in the long run, it simply isn’t the answer

So unlike many other couples, making plans for the holidays and going out on dates, you show up uninvited and concerned for your boyfriend

He was certainly surprised to see you, but in the end, was far too polite to try and turn you away since you did give the extra effort to see him over the holidays

Upon seeing you in the doorway, his family turns into a tizzy, his brother wheeling himself over to greet you properly while his parents prepare another seat for the holidays

Figuring that you were here for his little brother, Tensei pulls back from his little brother, wanting him to spend less time worrying over his older sibling and more time actually celebrating the holidays. Even if Tenya is stubborn about it.

“B-But, brother! I can’t just leave you here to go shopping today! It wouldn’t be right!”

“Dude, just go have fun with (Y/N), school is going to come back sooner than you think. Enjoy your break while you can. I’ll be here with mom.”

“...Are you certain that this is really okay?”

“Yep. Thought about inviting a few of my friends over too so you two kids being occupied is fine with me.”

“Alright, I guess I did need some fresh air, did you need anything?”

“Eh, maybe an order of Hayashi rice? Mom keeps trying to feed me ‘healthy’ stuff for my recovery. And, it is Christmas. So a cheat day is in order.”

“Okay! I won’t return until (Y/N) and I have found the best possible Hayashi rice for you!”

“There’s a place a couple blocks down the-.... anddd he’s gone.”

During your little outing, Iida regrettably finds himself enjoying it a little more than he ought to have

His brother was still recovering for Christ’s sake! And what was he doing?

Enjoying a hot drink with you and shopping for presents for his family and loved ones, you specifically being included in the latter group

Even if he didn’t verbally voice it, his body language speaks volumes- the boy is an open book after all.

By the time you wrapped up all the needed last minute shopping, the sun was setting, marking the perfect time to sit Iida down and get him to loosen up.

“(Y/N), we really should be back home. The rice is getting cold-”

“Iida, Iida, Iida. Calm down a little, we just got the rice. Come sit with me.”

“...Alright, but we’re gonna head back in 5 minutes.”

“Sure.”

“...”

“Hey, Iida, you know why I’m here, right?”

“You were worrying for me, weren’t you?”

“That’s the sharp hero I fell for~.”

“I really do appreciate you visiting, thank you, (Y/N). Truly.”

“Your whole family wants you to be happy, Iida. Why else would your older brother shoo you out the house?”

“For rice?”

“Ha. Ha. But really, the stress is in your face, Iida! We can’t have our class representative returning to school all down, can we?”

“Y-You’re right! The break is meant to keep the morale of the class high, and if I were to be the sole one to return to campus-”

“Sad?”

“Yes! It’d be a travesty! We should make the most of the break while we can, (Y/N). To alleviate my family’s worries, for the eventual return to school, and ... for...myself.”

“Hey now, sit back down, Iida. You said we had 5 minutes! Just take a breather~. Besides, look around us.”

“What?”

“The lights, they’re all being turned on, one by one. It’s pretty romantic, isn’t it?”

“Yeah...it is...it’s nice.”

“Look at you, relaxing~! Merry Christmas, Tenya~.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Thank you again, for coming for me.”

Tsuyu Asui

The holidays are extra stressful for Asui in particular

Her parents work late hours during the holiday, which she doesn’t mind since it’s nothing out of the usual for her

Her siblings, however, are another story entirely

They were manageable on a day to day basis

But during Christmas?

They were bouncing off the walls with excitement, always wanting to do something or go somewhere

Which, again, was something she was used to.

However, because of the cold, wintery weather, she often felt drowsy and keeping up with her sibling’s antics was a difficult challenge

Thank the skies above that the effects worked both ways, so her siblings could only be excited for short bursts of time.

Tsuyu invited you to her place for the break, figuring that you could visit and meet her family in the process

However, she was certain to accompany her invitation with a disclaimer, apologizing in advance for the rowdy kids and hectic home life she has during the break

Upon arrival at the Asui household, it’s buzzing with life, her father, Ganma, and mother, Beru already preparing to head out for work, leaving Tsuyu and you in charge of her two siblings, Satsuki and Samidare.

First on the docket for Christmas day was breakfast, Tsuyu cranking up the thermostat so she could stay awake and finish making everyone something to eat.

The next was the presents, Tsu slipping yours, something small to say “thanks” for joining her when you could easily spend your time with your own family

“I hope you like it, (Y/N).”

“Wait, how did you know I wanted this? I don’t think I told anyone...did I?”

“Nope, ribbit.”

“Tsu, how did you know? Or are you some mindreader~?”

“I just picked up on the fact that you wanted it by watching you. You’re a little obvious when you like something, (Y/N).”

“Well, thank you, Tsu! I hope you like my present for you~.”

“It’s very functional, hopefully, I can add it to my costume to keep warm during the winter. Wasn’t this in the latest Christmas catalogs?”

“Yep, took me quite a bit of yen to pre-order it, I really hope it’ll help.”

While she stays bundled whenever she leaves the house with you during the break, it’s a little cute watching her frog instincts kick in.

For example, the two of you could be sent out to fetch some cakes for Christmas, Tsu dosing off on your shoulder on the train ride to the mall.

Or another example would be her small yawns, trying to not show just how severely the cold was affecting her and the adorable warmth in her face when she’s caught and you hand her a warm drink you bought- priceless.

Yagi Toshinori

Every year, around Christmas, the latest support items are released to heroes across the nation, many pros treating themselves to a nice upgrade for the holidays

When he was still in his prime, All Might would always keep an eye on the various catalogs, wanting to stay sharp and ahead of the villains.

However, he’s far past that point in his life

So this year for Christmas, All Might wanted to spend some time with his closest friends and family.

But his master was gone, Gran Torino preferring to stay warm in his home during the holiday season.

And as for friends...

He didn’t really have many of those. At least not the ones that knew of both All Might and Yagi Toshinori.

Naomasa was busy with the villains during the break, so he couldn’t really contact him. And even if he wasn’t, Yagi knew that the detective cared for his sister and was probably with her over the break

Shield was across the seas, working on support items in the west, the very same ones that end up on every pro hero magazine and catalog in the country.

So all he really had was you.

For his co-workers, he’s certain to leave them all gifts before taking his leave for break, just out of the pure desire to build rapport with them and deepen their friendship

As for you, he doesn’t want to be too overbearing for the holidays, pushing you to go and be with your family for the holidays. It’s not often that everyone has free time on their hands like this after all

But please, dear God. Invite the poor man with you. He needs the company.

Graciously accepting your invite, he’s a bit nervous on what to bring his first time there. But if this isn’t his first time around the block, then he’s far more confident in his ability to pick an adequate gift for your folks.

In all honesty...

Never in his life did he ever think he’d make it here.

Being with someone he loved.

To meet and hang out with people he could hopefully call his own family

It was uplifting, extremely so.

And as the holiday ends, he’s certain to pull you aside for a final, quiet moment. Just the two of you.

“It’s very lively, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, Yagi. My family and friends tend to be a little rowdier than usual this time of year. I think the season just does that to people.”

“It’s pleasant. Thank you for letting me in for the holidays, (Y/N).”

“It’s no problem at all, I love you. So, isn’t it natural that I’d want to spend my time with you during this holiday?”

“Haha, I guess you’re right! Still...you didn’t have to.”

“Are you alright, Toshi?”

“Perfectly fine. It’s just... so difficult to put my feelings into words.”

“Then don’t.”

“Wha-”

“...”

“...that. Was very pleasant.”

“Kisses tend to be like that. Merry Christmas, Toshi~. Hey, you’re definitely coming over next year right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, (Y/N)”

Yuga Aoyama

Christmas has always been a time for his family to stop working and huddle together, enjoying their time together before school and work pulled Yuga apart from his family

Memories of the bright, sparkly Christmas tree his parents always put up every year always flows into his mind around this time of year

The scent of sugar cookies and cinnamon always bring back the memories of the large meals his family would share when he was younger.

But then those memories are corrupted, replaced with the one time his quirk went out of control, blasting the tree he admired so much with his naval laser.

The scent of cinnamon and spices burning in his nose as he remembers accidentally blasting the chair opposite him when eating with his family, thankfully, an empty chair

With the mixed feelings brewing in him concerning the holidays, Yuga spends a bit of time every year browsing all the websites and catalogs he can, searching for the latest support items released for use of all pro heroes around the world.

Hoping that one day he could find something more efficient at containing his naval laser

And considering his faulty quirk- anything to improve his abilities, so he’s able to use his quirk for longer lengths of time or to improve the strength of the laser itself

Just watching him brood over the various magazines is enough to squeeze your heart

It eventually becomes an annual endeavor to cheer him up in time for Christmas, which is honestly not too hard to do.

After all, he’s been dealing with these issues for a majority of his life.

Taking him out on walks to see the lights being put up always puts a small smile on his face, being an avid admirer of all things lovely and shiny

He also finds it fun to bring you out shopping. No need to buy anything, Just the process of browsing and trying on clothing is enough to entertain him for hours on end.

But make no mistake, if he really likes something on you, he’ll buy it.

There’s just something about being with you that takes the edge off of the holidays, making the season more palpable and pleasant for him

It’s as if being with you paves over all those memories he has of the holidays, the beginning of his relationship with you truly marking a fresh start in his life

Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let his mood drag down the entirety of Christmas for you?

“Here, I figured you’d like it~.”

“Oh, shampoo and conditioner? Rose scented?”

“Something to remind you of me~.”

“I love it, Yuga~. You always do smell lovely.”

“I do? I MEAN- ahem, of course, I do, it’s only natural that someone as stunning as me smells just as stunning~!”

“Alright, alright. Open up my gift now. I want to see that ‘stunning’ smile of yours~.”

“Haha, as my (Y/N) commands-...Is this a support item?”

“I spotted it in a small catalog from America, it helps to focus light. And while it’s supposed to be for people with laser vision, I think we can make adjustments to make more out of your quirk~.”

“I love it. So, so much. Thank you, (Y/N)”

“Oof! Your hug is a little tight there, sweetie. But I am glad you liked it. Merry Christmas, Yuga.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). I swear, I’ll make it up to you next year. I promise~.”

[nalyra-dreaming]

  So I always post a recap, mostly for myself 🙂 (for later^^), but I hope you will enjoy as well! (Got a kiss from Will there and Hannibal didn’t kill me!  – Win win!!) 🙂

I arrived on Wednesday afternoon this time, planning on working on Ravage stuff that evening with Romina, but we ended up with Electra and room service instead, which was awesome. (Thank you soooo much for the little firefly man dear!!!)

Thursday was Ravage ToDos then and London – going by Fuller’s on the way

getting my daughter a Harry Potter „Hedwig“ (as requested^^)

and dinner at the Michelin-star „Aquavit“ (Skandinavian Restaurant – the Blood Pudding was DELICIOUS!)

  and then Pinter’s Theatre, watching Martin Freeman’s performance.

    (We tried to catch him at the Stage Door, but he came out after 2h(?) and we left after 1h in the snow, because you know, Mads and Richard wouldn’t go so well with pneumonia^^).

Friday I spent a LOT of time trying to catch all the Fannibals I saw, say hi and invite them to sign „my Mads“ – bought back then for the German Comic Con 2016 (when he canceled) this has now been utterly filled up with Fannibal love from all over the place! (And Evalie brought her Will! It’s the same one from the meme photo you might have seen btw^^)

(And I had him sign it, too :))) Picked up lots of beautiful things from the con, but they’re mostly in the big package still and on their way home.

Opening ceremony had standing ovations, driving home the fact, that these people were actually there!

  Truly amazing.

Meet and greet was fun but short, they only did a few minutes each.

  Still enough time to realize a few interesting things about them, Scott being really aware of what we put on the table for example and interested in Radiance (looking through it ) and trying the Hannigram smarties that @TheCakeIsPeople brought, Aaron loving that people liked the Go-Getters and his other projects so much, Jeremy very unsure at that point still (Twitter feed later showed he always said the same things^^) but very deep and elaborate answers already, Richard interested in where everybody was from and commenting when he knew the place, Mads on beer 4 (afaik) at our table and a bit brisk, recognizing fans he met before, talking swedish with the Fannibals there and refusing to put on the bite mask we had laid out (as decoration) on sight^^^^. Darn. 😛

  On Saturday I had 5 (!) photo ops, group with Romina, Aaron & Scott, 2 Mads and a Mads and Richard one. I took the cardboard to the photo op with Mads and we had to redo the photo 4 times, because of the glare :))) (Starfury put them all up for digital download, wohooo) and he was amazed by all the signatures on it!! Also – really life size 😛

The other was with something for the Kickstarter, I can’t show you yet^^.

Richard didn’t really pose that day, he was very stiff, hands in his pockets, standing to the side – we wondered if he maybe had a bad con experience before. (That was different day 2, yeah, good job Fannibals!!). Unfortunately you cannot see the “I’m fine” on my shirt, that’s what I was pointing at^^

Panels from noon, with Aaron and Scott being their usual hilarious selfs, Mads kind and witty (even though some of the questions were really… ugh. Disgraceful – someone asked him if he got „excited“ in the sex scenes for Polar(!) and someone else told him he didn’t have a fashion sense (like what the actual fuck?)).

Richard had an introduction interview with Sean on the first day, with only a few audience questions. Again, I think he was a bit … IDK, careful. On Sunday he did an open panel and was way more relaxed there as well! And he is SO WITTY and intelligent! And much more good looking in person than on screen somehow. Like really. A bit scary. :))

  Mads is very nice, smelling lightly of cigarettes (well, duh^^), it was funny to watch/experience the poses he switches through for photos^^. Very easy to ask and stand next to. My hands were shaking nonetheless^^.

Aaron and Scott gave me one of the best hugs ever, I already had my pose with them from last time and told them so, just wanting a hug 🙂

Signing was fun, Mads and Richard, with Mads signing my three books (not showing you Ravage yet!), and I showed him the scene with the illustration of „Will pushing Hannibal in a wheelchair, at Bedelia’s dinner“ – because he had said in his panel that Will would have really enjoyed having the upper hand in S4, pushing Hannibal around in a wheelchair(!!). AND I FUCKING WROTE THAT. (Not actually in „A blackish red hue“ (at least the Ao3 version! (The book version has that scene)) but the image has created for a scene EXACTLY of that (and then adapted into the book, with permission of the artist(!)). I just…. I WANT TO SEE THAT, DAMMIT!! He said „Very good call“ :))) And then personalized it to me <33

  Also, at that point he knew about the cardboard cutout being from the GCC, so they must’ve talked about it backstage! And I asked him to sign it all over his own face which he did, grinning. 

And he’s finally on the LA Times ad, completing it.

AND on the sword sheath, checking all the signatures and commenting on them. He wanted to know where it was from and I explained and he was amazed. (Since he and Richard signed so small (in comparison to Eddie Izzard^^), I was able to put Scott, Aaron and Jeremy on it as well – you can’t see Scott here because he didn’t press that hard, his signature is above Aaron’s).

Oh, and Mads didn’t know that Hannibal got an Emmy nom that year we put up the ad in the LA Times – he was surprised and asked me which ones and of COURSE I’d had forgotten. Hope his team relays him the info via the tag on Twitter^^.

Richard just grinned a bit when I told him that the book is my S4-8 and that it starts at the Motel. He had an interesting expression on his face, I can’t really describe it, maybe a „would’ve sported dimples if he actually had them“, you know. Amusement-tinged. Also very interested in the signatures on the sword sheath!

Life goals. :)))

I had dinner in the bar late afternoon (the London Pride ale is very good imho^^), and then the cosplay contest was on and Noah won, yay, as flaming Chilton!!! They put up the incredible Wendigo-Cake there, from KitchenConjurer – it was cut up the next day, because Mads wasn’t at the cosplay contest.

Don’t remember what I did after the cosplay, lol. Ahem. 🙂 I think I went to my room because I was exhausted. ^^ All the nerves shot from the photo shoots and signings^^.

Next morning were more photos – another with Richard (and a little red dragon by PersephoneSiren!!!!!), who was so much more relaxed that day, and one with Jeremy – who was a bit bewildered by my ask to give me Bunny Ears – and THEN went and did the same expression Hugh Dancy and Joe Anderson did!!!!!! ROFL. Amazing!

  Incredible panels followed – I would invite everyone who hasn’t to read through the Twitter transcript tweets – Aaron and Scott gave Mads a run for his money – aka he never stood a chance :))))

And then they went and cut the ear and nose/chin off the Wendigo cake and Scott kissed Aaron with its lips and you should have seen Mads’ face :))))) Hilarious! ❤

  Jeremy is a panel revelation(!), I would pay REAL money to have him, Richard and Hugh on one stage, talking. These three must be so extraordinary together. (They already are separately, just saying… that would be like an intellectual orgasm).

Had to queue early and so I went and got my autos from Aaron and Scott and Jeremy then, who were soooo sweet and appreciative. And Aaron smiled when he saw the Go-Getters DVD, gave the DVD inside a little pet and signed it to me with a very sweet personalization.

Can’t wait for his new film btw, because the Go-Getters is hilarious and you should definitely watch it!!!!!

Another bar visit for food and ale and then the closing ceremony. Already.

It’s been almost 5 days and yet the time flew.

I cried.

And then I went to my room and packed up everything, creating an impromptu bubblewrap-suitcase. Went through fine, fortunately.

It’s been incredible and I will gladly come back no matter the guests (though these were incredible of course!), who knows maybe I can go to FFT3 if/when it happens as well, and I hope I manage some meat-ups. I met more people than I can remember, spent some very precious times in deep discussions on not so easy subjects, which I love and which is so, so, SO important.

If you’re reading this – thank you for doing so!

And if I met you there – thank you for making my weekend. Because the guests is one thing, but meeting you guys…. that is incredible.

I hope you enjoyed this 🙂

Feel free to ask if you have questions!

Personal RDC5 recap So I always post a recap, mostly for myself 🙂 (for later^^), but I hope you will enjoy as well!

[softkitten]

months in music 2018

Welcome back to another year end round-up. Longtime readers will note that there is not one of these for 2017. That’s because 2017 was no damn good, and writing about it once it was finally over felt like no kind of fun at all. 2018 was much kinder. 

January: Finn - “Sometimes the Going Gets a Little Tough” January’s song plays like an overture for the year to come, an uptempo, retro house track about perseverance and forgiveness. I don’t remember January very well at all, and it wasn’t because I was partying so hard. I spent the first month of the year in the car, back and forth between Calgary and Saskatoon, back and forth over and over, trying to secure employment and housing. It was exhausting and incredibly lonely. The bright chords and pitched-up vocals here promised future happiness and stability, and that was what I was counting on when I played it on repeat all alone. 

February: Mija - “Notice Me” Sheena and I spent all of February in different cities, our longest time apart since getting together in 2010. I was living in my best friend’s basement and in my first month of a new job, Sheena was working herself to the bone packing up our old life in Saskatoon box by box. February was hideously cold in Calgary, and this was what I’d play when I’d shiver down cellar, missing home and warmth and love. 

March: Låpsley - “Operator” (DJ Koze’s Extended Disco Version) On Sheena’s birthday, I played a Thursday night gig in a tiny Calgary club, and the only people in attendance were other DJs. The first guy on sounded like Black Coffee, the dude who played after him sounded like Marcel Dettmann. I was third up and I leaned on vocal-heavy disco and house and all 15 people in attendance agreed that this was the vibe. Getting the tiny room sweating to “Operator,” a song known and beloved to daily Resident Advisor readers and few others, was an early high point in the year. 

April: Calvin Harris ft. Dua Lipa - “One Kiss” Winter lingered in 2018 like a bad cough, with miserable regular snowfalls continuing well into April. “One Kiss” dropped near the middle of the month and signalled carefree times ahead, hot nights and long swims, summer’s inevitability. It was what I desperately needed to hear at the time and I still haven’t stopped playing it. 

May: The 1975 - “Give Yourself a Try” The first single from The 1975′s third album, my favourite LP of 2018. This song scans to me as a reassessment of one’s priorities and one’s capabilities. I was a few months along into a job wherein I ran a day program for disabled adults. Prior to taking that job, I’d worked graveyard shifts in a group home for three straight years, where I was paid to be bored, stay awake and see no one. Switching back to a daytime schedule and having a job where I tested and developed my actual skills made me feel like my personality had changed overnight, as if I’d just kicked some awful habit. I had more energy, more patience. I was a much kinder person, and someone with a focus on my career and my closer relationships, rather than the messy, overextended person I was in previous years. 

June: Disclosure ft. Fatoumata Diawara - “Ultimatum” After a few months on the shelf, I started getting gigs again, including a few nights at a local watering hole downtown. Getting back into DJ’ing after a winter and spring spent on my ass and out of practice was difficult, but after a few sessions I found I was sounding better than ever. I did some of the best DJ’ing I’ve done my entire life this year. I found a sound that’s unlike anyone else local, and found new ways to play to crowds who are decidedly not my people. I’m very excited to double down in 2019 and find more spaces to play the music I love. 

July: Kloves - “Trigger” Compared to previous years, I didn’t get out to as many shows as I’d have liked. Once moved, it took me until December to even get out of Calgary. That said, I saw one of the best shows I’ve ever seen at the Junction this July when Kloves came on before Thor. Kloves began their set playing well above 133bpm and didn’t let up once, delivering relentless, pummelling techno that left the room panting with exhaustion. I’ve learned so much about the role of the DJ from Kloves, and their entire set that night made me feel like I was the coolest person. I think that’s what you ought to be doing, giving your audience space to perform the version of themselves they find the most exciting. 

August: The Midnight - “Endless Summer” I felt cheated in August, pulled in too many different directions. I had gigs most weekends, we had friends and family coming in to visit us, I signed myself up for a three-day camping trip out in Alberta back country with the day program I worked for. It wasn’t without fun, the gigs were well-paid, it was fantastic to see friends I’d missed dearly, but I left the last month of summer wishing for more time to myself. This song reflects the fantasy of that. The Midnight create a world where it’s eternally the last night of summer vacation, and your friend’s just pulled up in a coke-white IROC. I wanted to escape to that place whenever I could, and forestall the warmth and pleasure whenever I could find it. 

September: Robyn - “Baby Forgive Me” September was tough on both Sheena and I. I started a new, better-paid job working with incarcerated women, and the new opportunity was great but also daunting, much harder than my last gig. Sheena’s workplace, meanwhile, went septic as her depression flared. Neither of us were perfect during the month of September, stress did what it usually does to long term relationships, but both of us took care of each other during our low points and talked through the problems we had with tools that weren’t available to us in the year before, or the year before that. 

October: Pulp - “Dishes” A man told me to beware of 33. He said, “It was not an easy time for me.” But I’ll get through, even though I’ve got no miracles to show you. I’ve listened to Pulp, and This Is Hardcore, for literally half my life, but I found myself returning to it frequently in my birth month. Its lyrics about aging, being childless, holding on to persona and wondering what that means as youth slips off made a lot more sense to me than they did at 17. I found a lot of peace this year in being ‘the man who stays home and does the dishes,’ rather than the man out in public doing just anything for approval. I have been slower on the draw to make friends since moving cities. That’s because I absolutely refuse to participate in a social circle comprised mostly of people I don’t like and who don’t like me, as I’ve done in Victoria, Vancouver, and Saskatoon. 

November: Pale Waves - “Drive” This choice is pretty straightforward - I got a new car in November and it’s as goth as Pale Waves are, sexy and fast and loud and cavernous. I can’t wait to road trip in it out to Vancouver in April, to see Pale Waves when they open up for The 1975. I’m already dreaming of putting it into Sport Mode on the Coquihalla and scaring the hell out of the local wildlife. 

December: MK - “17″ I hate Christmas. I wish I didn’t, but, boy, do I ever. Every year, it’s something. Last year I had something like $2500.00 worth of car trouble starting on the 16th and continuing straight through to the 23rd. This year, I stocked my schedule to the absolute breaking point in attempt to see absolutely everyone and please absolutely everyone, and then got the flu on Christmas Day. I write this from bed; today is the first day I’ve felt fully well in about a week. I had to cancel on several friends, an act that I will go really far out of my way to avoid because it triggers all my anxiety and guilt. Fuck Christmas, past the age of about 12 it’s nothing but a regularly scheduled disappointment. 

This is about cutting yourself loose from all that. In the middle of the month, Sheena and I saw Sonny Fodera play a basement venue in Calgary and the set’s highlight came when he dropped this upbeat UK house tune. I felt completely overjoyed and completely free when I heard it, and looking around, it’s safe to assume that the room did as well. It was reassuring, it felt safe. If Sheena and I renew our vows or do some showy anniversary celebration in the future, I want this song played. I want to live up to its promise, I feel every day that I’m hearing it back to me, and I really want to reciprocate. 

Songs of the Year: Nine Inch Nails - “Shit Mirror”

Is it a sign of arrested development that, occasionally, it feels like Trent Reznor is talking directly to me, just like it did when I was 14 and looking for my identity wherever I could find it? “Shit Mirror” is about becoming something new, being surprised and delighted and scared. I tested myself a lot in 2018 and I find I like myself a lot better than I did 365 days ago. 

[harrys-oh-anna]

The Frenemy Girlfriend

Part 1

Y/N kicked the door while Harry turned the key around in the lock as it sprung open, she smiled already turning back to her own door, entering her flat “When you need help opening your jam jars as well, you know where you can find me, H” shutting her door as loud as usual. Harry just scoffed.

“Uhh, someone got roasted by Y/N. I just can’t understand how you don’t like her. She’s so awesome” Niall laughed out, holding his belly, stepping into their flat. “She would fit you so good, never saw a girl who could make you shut up. But she always does” Harry just rolled his eyes. Yes, she was attractive, but he didn’t think of her in that way. “She’d be a good girlfriend for you, so sad you hate her. I’d love her as your girlfriend, she’d fit perfectly in our friendship. Lara says the same, she has a few courses with her and she seems to be clever. You complain so often about all your girls being stupid.”

“Niall, stop setting me up with her. I doesn’t hate her, I just can think of hundred things I’d rather do than to spend more time than needed with her.”

Or

Harry moved away from his home town for college and as he drunkenly agreed to go on a vacation with his old school friends, including his non-existing girlfriend, he needs to find a solution, maybe the solution will include the girl next door, who he likes and hates at the same time.

 Harry was dammed. So fucking dammed. What was he thinking? How could he agree on going on this trip with his friends from back home? Not that he didn’t like his old school friends or didn’t like the idea of seeing them again while being away in a foreign country. But how could he be so stupid to agree going on this vacation with his friends and telling them his girlfriend would come along? How could he be so stupid to think that he would have found a girlfriend by now? How could he be so stupid to tell his friends he had found the perfect girl in college and won her heart over, when he didn’t? How? How? How?

“Well, you still have the possibility to tell them you’re sick”, Niall suggested while stepping up the stairs with ease to their shared apartment “or your “lady’s” sick, having the flu, hates camping, hates meeting new people or something like that” he kept going on as Harry carried the grocery bags “Had so many excuses already, they won’t believe me another one. At least want to say a quick Hello to her then.”

“Wait, I have the perfect idea, they get here Friday morning, right?” Niall waited for his best mate to nod before he continued. “Good, today’s Wednesday we have one day left to ask Carrie from drama class if she’s in” Harry already shook his head, but he knew he couldn’t stop Niall from explaining his masterplan, so he decided to keep his mouth shut and just sit it out.

“Let’s stage a giant break up, yeah? Your crying in the kitchen, me opening the door, being totally annoyed and telling them that everything is over and you’re such a depressed sobbing baby that you can’t even say her name without crying. On top of that Carrie will scream a bit about how terrible you are and BAAM, no girlfriend no problem. We didn’t take these drama classes for nothing. This will be epic!” Harry could see Niall’s eyes sparkling with excitement, stifling a little laugh. This boy could always make him smile with his bright imagination, making it one of his most precious character traits. “Well Ni, how about you helping me with these bags full of Your snacks that I have to hold while also looking for the keys, instead of creating all these scenarios in your little Irish head”  He just grumbled something along the lines of all I want to do is to help you and you always snack on my food as well while Harry tried to open the door which always seemed to stuck. No, all these kinds of ideas won’t help him out. He has no plan what he’s supposed to do. Usually he was the one to always speak the truth and believed that a lie, no matter how big or small, would sneak its way back around and slap you in the face twice as hard as telling the truth would have hurt. And this situation has already proofed him how right he was indeed. He just felt bad for himself the day he decided to put this stunt on. All his mates back home had a girlfriend and he didn’t. College got the better of him. Instead of looking for a girlfriend or putting an effort in keeping a girl for more than one night, he used the time to study. He was more known to have little flings from time to time, when his schedule would allow him to. But with his resisted friends that wanted the best for him, which means for them that he should get a girlfriend to settle down a bit. He had thought that telling them that he had one and was a good idea, that they would stop sitting in his neck with their request then. They had never visited him in London for once in all these years he has been living here and when he got back home, he told them his girl just wanted to go home to her family as well. But when he went to Holmes Chapel to spend his winter break there this year, his friends and him went to a bar and them all got very drunk.  Accidently agreeing on going to a trip for two weeks in April, girlfriends included, so they all could spend some time together again after living years apart. Wasted as they were, they all booked the vacation the same night, before he could even sober up, which led to this whole drama. Now it’s April and Harry’s stupid plan to find a girlfriend by now did not work out. He even forgot about their trip but when Tim called him last week, speaking about how excited everyone is, Harry just wanted to cry. The first thing he did after the phone call was checking if he could maybe cancel the reservation for his imagined girlfriend, just to be informed that he was too late to do that. The second thing he did was trying to talk Niall into coming along with them and taking his non-existed girlfriends place, explaining him the whole mess he created. The Irish boy wasn’t too eager to sleep in one room with Harry or even one bed while his girlfriend, called Lara, one who does really exist and loves Niall with all her heart, would be left at home to herself. After a few hours of convincing Niall, he finally agreed with the only condition that Lara could also take part. Harry was glad about not facing his friends with his lifetime lie alone, but it didn’t solve his problem though. He still had a leftover flight and a double room for just him and friends thinking these things were occupied with his lovely girl.

“I think I’ll just tell them, there is no way out. Rip it off like a band aid.” He exclaimed, still struggling with the door. “Fast and-“

“Hi Harry, Hi Niall. Can I help you out?” he heard a soft voice chuckling.

“Hey Y/N, maybe you can open the door for us, H is too stupid for that” Niall greeted the girl, who lived with her best friend in the apartment next to theirs. She just laughed and hushed a quick “Doesn’t surprise me”, while Harry stood there dumb founded, muttering a ‘Hi’ under his breath and looking at his shoes. He liked Y/N even though he always had to fight with her, it’s just that he thinks she doesn’t like him. Something just rubs them the wrong way with each other. Y/N hating that Harry would always leave his dirty clothes in a basket down their basement, right next to the corner so she would always stab her toe before she even got a chance to turn on the lights in the dark room. Harry hating that Y/N always complains about his clothes’ basket he left in the basement which she always tripped over, just because she can’t switch on the lights before going into the room. Y/N hating that Harry’s bedroom seemed to be right next to hers and that his flings were so loud, always screaming and moaning his name while all she wanted to do was sleep so she could get up in the morning. Harry hating that Anna always had to get up so early in the morning no matter whether it was weekend, or she went partying the night before, always shutting her doors extra loudly, so he would wake up as well. There were too many things to count that ticked the other one off. And even though the differences overweight the similarities, Y/N and Harry had a love-hate-friendship. When the other one was down, stressed or needed someone they sticked together, helping the other one and cheering the other one up. Like when the tenant above them kept listening to loud techno music all day, making it impossible for Harry to study for the upcoming exams and for Y/N to get her well needed sleep. You may can mess with Harry or Y/N, but you sure don’t want to mess with both. Needless to say, that the poor guy never dared to listen to his music without his earphones ever again.

Y/N kicked the door while Harry turned the key around in the lock as it sprung open, she smiled already turning back to her own door, entering her flat “When you need help opening your jam jars as well, you know where you can find me, H” shutting her door as loud as usual. Harry just scoffed.

“Uhh, someone got roasted by Y/N. I just can’t understand how you don’t like her. She’s so awesome” Niall laughed out, holding his belly, stepping into their flat. “She would fit you so good, never saw a girl who could make you shut up. But she always does” Harry just rolled his eyes. Yes, she was attractive, but he didn’t think of her in that way. “She’d be a good girlfriend for you, so sad you hate her. I’d love her as your girlfriend, she’d fit perfectly in our friendship. Lara says the same, she has a few courses with her and she seems to be clever. You complain so often about all your girls being stupid.”

“Niall, stop setting me up with her. I doesn’t hate her, I just can think of hundred things I’d rather do than to spend more time than needed with her.”

“Lara told me, she really would adore to have a second girl hanging out with us. Hates to be the only girl, feels outnumbered. And don’t act like you don’t enjoy spending time with her. You always enjoy our movie nights!” Harry just shook his head “Go pack your things and I make dinner.”

Harry woke up the next day by hearing loud laughter in the kitchen. He was quite surprised as he looked at the clock and saw that it was already 11am, usually he would have woken up a few hours ago. He stayed a little longer inside the warmth of his bed, scrolling through his mobile phone, before he decided to grab some breakfast and see why Niall is cracking up that much. Seems like Lara had some nice story to tell. He entered the kitchen with a yawn, scraping the back of his neck, but his yawn was stucked in his throat, as he processed that the girl sitting next to Niall wasn’t Lara.

“Y/N?! How shall I stand you this early?”

“Good morning H, nice to see you too. By the way, it’s already midday.” Harry just groaned and turned to Niall who couldn’t hide his smirk “What are you laughing at, why is she even here?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just met her in the hallway and friends do invite each other inside sometimes, you know. I told her about our trip.”  

“I really could go for vaca right now, but Lena doesn’t want to leave our flat anytime soon. Already studies for the next semester. But I’m sure you three will have fun in the sun. Maybe you can toast to me, to the sad girl sitting alone in her room in rainy London.” Y/N exclaimed.

“Isn’t it interesting that Harry has not just another seat in the plane left, but also a double hotel room?” Niall put out in the room, exactly knowing what he’s been doing.

“What happened? Did one of your little fangirls cancel last minute? Is that the reason why you’re looking that grumpy?” Y/N mocked, getting up from her seat, pinching Harry’s cheek. “Oh, fuck off, both of you.” he scoffed turning away from them and pouring himself a cup of coffee. If she’d only knew how close she was.

“Why won’t you come with us? Lara will be glad to have another person she knows there.” Harry froze, what would she say? “Ehm, I don’t know. I don’t think H would fancy it” he heard her say with a small voice.

“What do you think Harry? Wouldn’t this be the perfect solution?” Niall wiggled his eyebrows.

“The perfect solution for what?” Y/N wanted to know.

“Harry messed up a bit and really needs a girl to help him out, to be honest.”

“Niall! No, just, no!” Harry screamed out “She doesn’t need to know”

“But now I need to know! What’s going on?!”

“Niall, I …. Niall don’t!”

Niall just closed his eyes, exhaling deep, opening his eyes and locking them with Harry, grinning “She’s alright Harry, never let us down before. Let’s just do it” and before Harry could even deny it or cup Niall’s mouth with his hands to stop the following words from spilling out, they were out. “Harry told his friends back home he’ll bring his girlfriend along to the trip, buuuut as you know, Harry doesn’t have one. He needs someone to be play his girlfriend. What do you think? You get a trip and me and Lara. Please say yes, for the sake of gods”

Harrys first instinct was to run away and never come back, however his feet were glued to the ground. Y/N’s first instinct was to laugh out loud, however as she saw H’s back muscles tensing under his white smiley t-shirt, she decided against it and just coughed. “Y/N?” Niall tried to dig deeper. The atmosphere was thick, you could cut it with a knife. Y/N was thinking and thinking. Would Harry even want her to meet his friends or would he be embarrassed of her. He was handsome, and she would be more than flattered to call Harry hers, but this would never happen anyway, there was no way she could keep up with him. She looked up into Niall’s pleading puppy eyes and let out a breath. “Yes, Yes I can do it. A-a-as long as you want to Harry, I mean, ehm, you must decide. It’s your trip and they are your friends, so it’s your decision.” Harry turned around, not believing his ears, his eyes widened in shock. “R-really? You would do that?” he breathed out. “Yes, why not? I really want to get away and...yes.”

“OMG! This is awesome, Y/N you’re awesome. Lara will love this. This will be just awesome. I need to call her, she will be here in no time, helping you packing.” Niall expresses loudly, leaving the two alone in the room.

“Thank you” Harry whispered out, breaking the silence.

“No need to thank me. That’s what frenemies are for, right?”

Well, I’m exited! I really do love this concept and I hope you will too!! Lots of love and spread some kindness!